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Coach Trimble and Ryan LaFlare (

Here’s an updated portrait of Shelby! Not much has changed with her, with the exception of a new, more vibrant shade of blonde, a new alternate outfit (though I’ll still tweak it a bit more over time) as well as a more important role in the story I have planned for her alongside Marine.

Anyway, for those who aren’t familiar with this character, here’s a quick run-down of her!

Shelby: Caucasian, 22 years old, a spry young girl who works as a fitness trainer and boxing coach at her town’s gym. She’s really close friends with Marine, and both are an almost inseparable duo. While she’s currently in an adequate place in life, She finds fulfillment in self-improvement, whether it be in physical strength, social skills, or knowledge. She’s rarely complacent with her current skillset, and is always eager to learn something new or perfect something she already knows. Her hobbies include video games, reading manga, and anime. She’s even gotten Marine into some of her favorite works!

In terms of personality, she wears her heart on her sleeve, and tries to be caring and respectful to everyone. That said, under her warm and welcoming exterior lies the heart of a fighter, and a damn good one at that.

Sexuality: Bisexual. She’s capable of experiencing sexual attraction towards anyone, but is super awkward when it comes to seeking and developing romantic relationships. She’s somewhat attracted to Marine, but respects her apathy towards romantic and sexual pursuits and is strictly her best friend.

(more alternate clothing designs for her soon maybe???)



“You girls are unique individuals with strong opinions and independent minds.”

Little League - June, 1998

Dad drops you off, swearing to himself, his car smelling like smoke. You make your way towards the diamond and the box, where Coach – Smithers? Sanders? Sanderson? – tells you to get in one of the uniforms. You take off your corduroy pants and your little yellow sweater vest and get dressed, and go join the other kids. 

You’re small for fourteen. You brought a book – Stephen King’s “Wizard And Glass” – and the other kids sneer at you. One of them, Tommy, is very insistent that books are for fags, written by fags, and only fags bother to read anything that isn’t school, and school is for fags as well. Tommy has an affinity for dismissing anything and everything that isn’t baseball as “fag stuff”. Tommy’s father sells trucks and hits Tommy. Your dad hits you, so you feel like you should understand Tommy better, but you don’t. Tommy just annoys you. You decide at some point it makes sense to break his leg; he won’t be able to play, so he won’t annoy you any more. 

You don’t know the rules to baseball, but they assume you do. They tell you go to the infield, and then yell at you for standing by one of the bases. The glove they give you is too large, so you don’t wear it, so Coach – Smithyck? Samson? Sterngrove? – sends you to the outfield. You stand near the big blue fence in the back, watching as everyone runs around, congratulating each other. 

This game makes very little sense, and you can’t wait to get back to your book. You haven’t read the third one, because none of the used bookstores have had it, but you’ve read the second one several times. You have plans later to sneak into the movie theater to see the X-Files movie. None of those really makes any sense to you. Tommy’s friend, who seems to hold something against you for wearing glasses, keeps telling old stories about baseball – how it’s a thing of American antiquity, a part of American greatness, all the big names, all the big numbers, and you can hear yourself tuning out from Tommy’s friend pretty quickly. Whenever people talk about elements that make something larger great, you’re pretty sure that’s how the big lies are built. You find big lies fascinating, but don’t understand why other people think of them as so profoundly essential. 

While you’re thinking of this, Tommy’s friend shoves you out of the way, and a couple of the other players rip the first few pages out of your book. You don’t notice this at the time, but when you get home, you realize what happened. You start to think the problem is going to be a lot larger than just breaking Tommy’s leg. That makes perfect sense; Tommy won’t be able to annoy you, and the other kids will be afraid of you, so they’ll leave you alone. That’s all you fundamentally want – to be left alone. Your parents are either busy with your sister or being constantly, gallingly intrusive; asking you how your day was, wanting to know what you want to do, inviting you to family events. Obviously you just want to read and go to the movies. You’re starting to notice from the urgency and frequency of the questions something has changed, but that probably just means you’ll have to go to another doctor who asks you how you feel. 

After Tommy’s friend shoves you, you fall down, and the Coach – Stone? Smithsonian? Smart? – pretends not to notice. That’s when you realize there’s nothing in baseball for you, really. That’s when you decide it makes more sense to break Coach’s leg. Then you won’t have to baseball at all. Oh, there’s a lot more shouting, and lectures, and you have to make all kinds of illogical promises when you hit an adult, but it always works out for the best. You always get to go back to reading. You make this a plan, and head off for the movies. 

When you get home, you ask Dad the rules to baseball. He explains them, but they’re total nonsense; it’s just a stick hitting a ball and people running in slow configuration. There’s not even a story. There’s no characters, just people running. Baseball really is total nonsense. You’ve accepted a lot of people love total nonsense, but you want no part of it. 

Dad drops you off, staring out the window, listening to some classic rock station, tapping the wheel. 

You put on your uniform, and get one of the baseball bats. Tommy’s friend for some reason gets out of your way immediately. You don’t see Tommy, and that’s a shame, because now that you have the bat, it kind of makes sense to break his leg, too. He’s very annoying. And his dad hits him too, so he knows the truth; there is no law, no order, no reason. It’s all big lies and illogical premises and people telling you how you should behave, but there’s no reason to behave, just like there’s no coherency to people’s actions. Everything is just an endless chain of nonsensical events and absurd obligations. 

All you know for certain is if you want to read, you have to remove all the obstacles to reading. Speaking to people is an obstacle. Dealing with family is an obstacle. Going to school is an obstacle. Coach – just what in the hell is his name – is an obstacle. 

Coach sees you with the bat, and makes a perplexed face. You don’t know what expression is on your face, but that’s not important, as you strike the back of his leg with the bat as hard as you can, and then walk off. The other players come out as Coach grabs you by the back of the neck and starts screaming at you. 

Seems you didn’t break his leg after all. Maybe if you knew more about the game you could have developed a better swing. 

Baseball really is total nonsense. 

malec au’s for your consideration:

  • magnus as the boxing coach who has trouble keeping his hands off the new student, alec, under the guise of showing him new moves
  • alec as the librarian who seems to know the answer to all of magnus’ questions so it becomes a challenge between the two of them (a month after they meet magnus gives him a easy question, ‘will you go out with me?’)
  • soulmate au where you have the first words your soulmate says to you written in their handwriting on your body, but both magnus and alec’s are quite common ones so they don’t recognise who the other is at first
  • magnus gets smashed and comes home to his apartment but he went one floor down, which is actually alec’s, calls him an angel, then falls asleep on his couch, not even realizing he’s at the wrong place
  • they go to different high schools and compete in track and field and they both want to beat the other but end up training together because it makes them push themselves harder
  • olympic au where alec does beach volleyball with jace and magnus is a gymnast and they meet at a bar not knowing who the other is
  • high school best friends au where they both like each other but think it’s unrequited and alec is a photographer and he chooses magnus as his muse
  • a couple years after a virus is released into the world that turns people into zombies essentially, and magnus saves alec’s life after he gets separated from jace and isabelle, and they discover they make a good team so magnus and his group of friends decide to help alec find his family
  • alec is a lifeguard and magnus pretends to be drowning because ragnor was being rude and alec jumps in to save him, ‘.. you’re fine’ ‘i think i need cpr actually’
  • skating with the stars au where alec is a famous hockey player and magnus is his really hot figure skating partner 

Last night heavy training day w/ coach

Light Spyder bar box squats
160lb 2x2 bench (definite PR)
405 reverse band deadlifts. (also PR)

pullin up on 150lbs bodyweight and feelin good bout it. I like being this big. 


More mitt work! Such a great supplement to muay thai training! And fun as hell too! @domdeblasi #muaythai #boxing #thaiboxing #ilovemuaythai #ilovethaiboxing #speed #motivation #inspiration #mma #martialarts #mixedmartialarts #mittwork #coach #train #training #teammates #daddis #dfc #fighter #combatsports

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flyingflesheater  asked:

idk if youve talked about this already or not, but what would your recommended cardio be? I'm really bad at running but my boxing coach makes me.

Ah yes! My worst enemy lmao I am just now starting to incorporate cardio into my workout, running is good but tiring. Atm to burn calories I’m walking on the treadmill of an incline of 15. How much I walk is dependent on how many calories I want to burn

anonymous asked:

Roger does what he said, he send his kid(s) to RNA for learning Tennis and no one better than Rafa himself who coaching him/her/them. Long later that they find themselves sit beside each other in the player box as coach and father, and literally travel together around the world.

Love it anon! I’ll write one soon (probably tomorrow) because I just wrote one today from another prompt. Thank you! :D

which park do I have to jog through in the mornings to befriend a grumpy but wise retired boxing coach who will teach me self-defense and the virtue of patience and believing in myself

Twists we could see return this season
  • Exes (BB4)
  • Twins (BB5)- Confirmed
  • Secret Partner (BB6)
  • Estranged relationships (BB8)
  • Duos (BB9 & BB13)
  • America’s Player (BB8 & BB10)
  • Coup d’Etat (BB7 & BB11)
  • Saboteur (BB12)
  • Diamond Power of Veto (BB12)
  • Golden Key (BB13)
  • Coaches (BB14)
  • Pandora’s Box (BB11,12, 13 & 14)
  • M.V.P. (BB15)
  • Battle of the Block (BB16)- Confirmed
  • Team America (BB16)



It was October 30th, mischief night. Usually, most students don’t bother doing anything, they just wait until Halloween itself, but you and your twin brother spent the entire year, every year coming up with a new way to play tricks on Coach Finstock.  

This year, however, you both decided that seeing as it was Senior Year, your last of high school, AND Coach’s birthday, why leave the tricks anonymous? You both planned to leave a small card near the trick.

Your twin brother, Stiles Stilinski, walked into his Economics class with a grin on his face as he sat next to his best friend, Scott McCall. His grin widened as he heard Coach Finstock yelling in his office. “Son of a bitch!” He yelled and the class let out a laugh. Stiles had left a gift box on Coach’s desk, filled with seemingly harmless bolts and screws, but as Coach lifted the box to take a closer look, everything in his office, connected by a sting under the box, fell to the ground. “STILINSKI!” He screamed after reading the small card, and Stiles could barely contain his laughter.

Coach stepped out of his office just as you pranced into his class. “What up, Finstock?” You teased in a cool-girl voice. You had gotten a transfer into his Economics class as the other teacher was too confusing for you. You placed your transfer slip on his desk and made your way to your brother. “You will spend the rest of your days in detention if you don’t clean that up after class, Stilinski.” Coach snapped.
“Woah, Coach, what happened in there?” You asked, laughing at the consequences of your twin brother’s actions. “And who the hell are you?” Coach sneered. You pointed at the slip on his desk, “sign it” you told him. Coach picked up the slip and read the last name on it. Your impression of a “card” to him. “Stilinski.” He whispered in disgust. “It literally sickens me to my very core that there are two of you on this earth.” He exclaimed. “I better use my lucky pen for this one.” He added. “Oh yes, that one and that one only!” You smirked. As he picked up his pen, your pre-planned attack went into motion. Coach didn’t take notice of the string attached to his pen, and as he tugged it over to the paper, everything in the classroom fell to the floor, just like it had in his office.

“STILINSKI!” He screamed in rage, this time at you. All you and your brother could do was high five and sit back to take the consequences.