All freshmen year, you try to change your name. No 18 year old boy wants to be known as “Baby Chad” during your years of college. Particularly when you never seem to be far from a teammate and you are constantly introduced to girls as Baby Chad.
You try everything. You tell them that “Chad R2″ has a nice ring to it. Or that your middle name is Travis and you wouldn’t mind going by that. Or, fuck, you’d be cool with just “Freshie” for the first year. Chad R is graduating next year. You could put up with it for a year.
It doesn’t work. You are Baby Chad. And, honestly, the more you protest, the more Chad S seems to delight in calling you Baby Chad.
Sophomore Year, you remain Baby Chad. Even though the original Chad R left. Chad S and P and T are still there and you think that if you don’t say anything, maybe it will fade out (protesting hadn’t done a whole lot of good last year) but it doesn’t. Even the fucking freshmen call you Baby Chad.
You roll your eyes but accept it. It’s not that bad a name. And, if you’re being honest, you’ve gotten used to it. You don’t even really think about it anymore. Junior year, you don’t even think about trying to get it changed.
Now, it’s senior year. Or, it’s almost senior year. Actually it’s before the semester actually starts– only the sports teams are here to start practice early and therefore, the cafeteria is pretty empty.
It’s why you can see him, even though, as has become tradition, the lax team and the hockey team sit at opposite ends of the cafeteria. With the football team to act as a buffer in the middle.
Whisk had been your first friend at Samwell. You’d lived in the same dorm and you’d offered to help carry his boxes in since there was nothing better to do and you didn’t know yet that he was on the hockey team and you were supposed to hate each other. He was quiet and shy and only had four boxes, none of which contained any food, so it was natural to offer him a bag of chips when you finished and–
He was cool. Calmer than the guys on your team. Smart and sharp with a sense of humor that when unleashed was a force to be reckoned with.
The beginning of your freshmen year was coordinating to take the same classes so he could help you through them and laughing over television shows and youtube videos and complaining (mostly) good-naturedly about your respective teams and sharing your food and care packages from home because Whisk never seemed to get any and had just helped you actually pass your math class.
Even after you two learned you were supposed to hate each other, you didn’t. Whisk kept coming around to hang out and the other lax bros accepted him in a mostly-dismissive way that said as long as he didn’t rock the boat or try to defend his teammates, he was chill.
In the beginning, that’s what it had been.
But, it couldn’t last.
Maybe a part of you had always known that. It didn’t stop you from trying.
Thank you to @tiptoe39 for the inspiration and encouragement!
Chad spots them the moment he sits down.
The fucking hockey team.
Well. Two of them, anyway. Numbers 24 and 28, bickering over their drinks on the other side of the coffee shop.
“Are you sure you’re not hungover?” Allison asks with a frown from across their table. Her bangs are getting long enough that they mingle with her eyelashes, but she still somehow manages to look more put-together than every single other girl he’s ever “dated.”
Chad rolls his eyes and slurps his smoothie. They don’t usually make smoothies at Annie’s, but he’s got a hookup.
Allison was not nearly as impressed by this fact as he thinks she should have been.
“Babe, the only thing giving me a headache right now is the SMH lovefest to our right.”
She cuts a steely, narrow-eyed glance over at Poindexter and Nurse without moving her head. Then huffs a breath that sends half of her bangs flying for a second. “They are literally slap-fighting over a chocolate croissant.”
“Chad, if that’s what you consider flirting, I’m going to need a moment to reassess our relationship so far.”
Chad massages his temple with the hand not holding his smoothie, and silently curses, yet again, whatever god his parents didn’t bother to warn him about that would allow into existence a group of people like the Samwell Men’s Hockey Team. His buddy Dan has literally gotten food thrown at him by various members of said team so often that the guy has actually lost count and refuses to speak of it in mixed company.
“This has nothing to do with normal people, Ally,” Chad informs his “girlfriend” with a scoff. “These guys are the furthest thing from normal, alright? Just look at them. They’re completely fucking in love with each other, they couldn’t be more fucking obvious about it, I mean come on. But all they do is argue about shit? And are somehow happy about that? It’s… weird.”
Allison sets her latte down on the table and turns in her seat so that she’s fully facing the two hockey bros in question, watching them with unabashed curiosity. After a long moment she nods and, not even looking at Chad, says, “I see what you mean. It is weird how many different ways love can manifest itself.”
Chad feels his brow furrow, and he automatically reaches a hand across the table to grab hold of Allison’s, but she deftly dodges. “What? No. Babe. What’s weird is–”
Allison stands up abruptly and shoulders her bookbag. “I’ll see you in Poli Sci, Chad.”
Chad opens his mouth to try to smooth-talk her back into sitting with him, but she stops short two steps away and looks back at him over her shoulder with an expression that he, for once in his life, knows better than to challenge.
“I’m not saying I get it,” she tells him with a small shrug and a nod over at Poindexter and Nurse. “But… I think I’d prefer ‘weird’ if it meant I’d get my own, personalized love story. I’d rather that, anyway, than the generic alternative.”
“Oh, so you’d rather we yell at each other across Lake Quad about Harry Potter to prove our affection?” Chad huffs. His smoothie suddenly tastes like feet and he’s pretty sure it’s the new barista’s fault.
Allison shakes her head and starts walking away again, towards the exit. Poindexter and Nurse are now swapping hats–a beanie for a snapback–while also talking enough shit at each other that, to anyone not paying enough attention, this would seem like the prelude to a major smackdown.
Chad skillfully ignores all of it. Just like he ignores the ramifications of his departing “girlfriend’s” words. Just like he ignores the hockey team in general whenever he can.
Why Young Justice is the Greatest Show in the Whole World
-Wally just being Wally
-Superman and Lex Luthor had a baby together
-blowing something up on every mission
-Connor being six years old
-Arsenal only has one arm
-they talk telepathically
-Dick destroying the English language
-Superboy not even attempting to hide his identity
-the fact that everybody dies in Failsafe
-“be as chalant as you’d like”
-M'gann and her relatable social insecurities
-Connor adopting everything in sight
-Batman playing basketball with Dick
-Wally and Artemis moved in together and got a dog
-Nightwing got sexy
-Bart Allen and Jaime Reyes
- Captain Marvel being a ten year old
-Artemis butchering classic nursery rhymes
-the Flying Graysons
-Wolf being a legit member of the team
-Mal and Karen
-aliens trying to take over the world with soda
-Everybody kissing on New Year’s
-“Human customs still elude me”
-the entire team having to get therapy after Failsafe
-Psimon and his puns
-Garfield and Megan’s brother/sister relationship
-Superman proving to be an awful father
-Dick being so happy on the trapeze at the circus
-all of the subtle dirty references
-a 109 year old man giving Wally dating advice
-Klarion and his cat
-that every version of Roy Harper has weird anger issues
-Artemis not even bothering to come up with a superhero name
-that little gap between Beast Boy;s teeth
-Adam and Alanna
-Adam reciting the jabberwocky thing as a distraction
-Mal wearing Connor’s 90’s Superboy outfit on Halloween
-the Justice League going to alien court for a whole season
-Stephanie Brown being there for like two seconds
-Same thing with Cissie King-Jones
-“Dude, that’s your sister!”
-Garfield shipping Supermartian
-Literally everyone shipping Supermartian
-Wally running a heart cross country for a ten year old queen
-Everybody thinking Blue beetle was a schizophrenic
-that M'gann based her entire life off of a sitcom
-La'gann and his crappy fish puns
-Red Tornado being the team’s mom
-the Light claiming to have control when they really have no idea what they’re doing
-G Gordon is a brat
-Martians being obsessed with TV
-Connor hating monkeys
-M'gann mind-raping everybody
-Jason Todd’s memorial
-Wally and Artemis being adorable in Bialya
-hating on Guy Gardner
-all of the heroes coming together in the last episode
-the last season taking place now in 2016
-hope for a third season which will definitely happen and don’t try telling me it’s not
Zimbits au Monsters Inc style. Jack is sully, Bits is mike.
I’m gonna have to disagree here, I feel that if anything Shitty would be Mike. Or more like, Jack would be the top monster with the highest scream quota, with Shitty acting as his partner.
Bitty would have failed miserably at being scary, would not have even been interested in being scary, so instead he works under Lardo (who terrifies everybody instead of kids but she’s cool with Bitty) in the administration department.
Ransom and Holster are the number two team, and they accidentally bring 3 kids with them who were apparently having a sleepover. Enter Chowder, Nursey and Dex.
Bitty thinks they are adorable, and then shenanigans occur and I’m not sure who is the bad guy (prolly fry guy and the LAX bros) or why I’m even typing this in the first place, but yeah that’s my take on things.
Yeah I wanted to ask for which they'd fit in respectively (mostly because I'm having trouble and I wanted to doodle that combo) so if you wouldn't mind doing the HC for all of them under which Disney movie their character fits best with.
~If you’re comfortable with it, please link or tag me when it’s done, I’d LOVE to see!! ◦°˚(´•̛ᴗ•̛`)/˚°◦
Super sweet. Super poor. Feels kind of alone in life. Kind of leads a double life? In one he’s just a poor kid and the other he’s got a lot of power (kinda like Yoosung with his LOLOL account). This is his film for sure.
Beauty and the Beast
Rich guy. Treats people poorly. Selfish and stubborn. Meets someone who shows him that he can change and open his heart. He becomes a better person through their love and guidance. Has her locked up in his place for a while but FINALLY tells them they’re free to go, he overcomes his possessiveness and does the right thing. This is 100% Jumin Han.
Works his ass off to prove to his family that he’s worth something and he can exceed their expectations. Very dedicated to himself, his career and body. Has a ton of fans but runs away from them even though he’s still flattered. Would give it all up for the lady he likes. This is Zen for sure.
Princess and the Frog
Works her butt off with some rich person gloating at her. Just wants to follow her dream. Super smart. This is Jaehee.
Guy who does a lot of bad stuff for a living. He has a good heart though. Falls in love but doesn’t think he’s worthy. Sarcastic as heck. This is Saeyoung.
The Little Mermaid
Super sweet, kind, caring rich boy. Doesn’t flaunt his money, he is rich but also just a lax cool guy. Looks past differences with ease. (almost gets tricked into marrying an evil witch) V is for sure Prince Eric and this would be his movie.
Hunchback of Notre Dame
Okay okay. Saeran is not “ugly.” BUT. This is his film. Taken as a child and locked away by some crazy fuck who’s only goal is to brainwash them. Tells him that he can’t trust anyone but them. All he wants to do is look at the sky and wishes he could be just a normal person. Has a kind heart, but people misjudge him and think the worst. He doesn’t get the girl in the end but he’s overcomes his oppressor. This is Saerans film, ok.
a/n: took a break from my swawesome santa (also need a beta for that hmu if ur interested)to churn out some cheesy nurseydex. it……has been a rough few weeks. hope this makes some ppl smile. 6k, those Corny But Classic™ ‘things you said’ prompts.
things you said that surprised me
Don’t get Nursey wrong, he loves a good Kegster – sweaty, loud, beer spilling down the front of his shirt, the Haus practically pulsing with a mix off Holster’s iPod – but he thinks there may or may not be something to say for just hanging out in the living room with the guys, smoking weed or watching TV or just talking, piled on top of each other across the couch and happily enclosed in the trademark Haus Bubble.
It’s almost better than the rush he gets from crowdsurfing or dancing on the kitchen table, he thinks, digging his toes further beneath Dex’s legs. Dex pauses just to throw a halfhearted glare in his direction before taking a swallow of beer.
Something at the bottom of Nursey’s stomach flutters, immediately followed by a silent, internal berating. Get it together, you weirdo.
Bitty’s four years were up. His last season at Samwell was over and done, and the team was once again gathered together for the end of the year. And there he was, on the verge of handing over the C to whoever came next, trying to think of some advice for the underclassmen who’d remain.
‘Well,’ he began, after he’d run out of people to acknowledge for their importance to the team (the janitor had been a bit of a stretch, but he’d rarely experienced a shortage of things to say and he’d panicked just a little), ‘my first piece of advice. Erm. Is… if you know you have to give a speech, it’s probably better to actually prepare a speech instead of spending the time baking.’
Overview: In the middle of her freshman year of high school Riley Matthew’s mother gets a once in a lifetime opportunity to run her firms London Office. Much to everyone’s surprise her mother accepts the job, forcing Riley and her younger brother Auggie to leave behind everything they’ve ever known. Almost three years later the Matthew’s family moves back to New York and Riley comes to realize a lot has changed in the time she’s been gone. Author’s Notes: [As always the text in italics are flashbacks & Please check the tags for any trigger warnings.] Chapter Five: “Mr. Perfect.” Previous Chapters:1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 Word Count:
“We should totally go
out for wrestling.” Zay says offhandedly, throwing a baseball in the air as he
laid on the floor of their room.
It was a month into
their sophomore year and the two boys were trying to decide which sports teams
to try out for since freshman year was a flop. Last year they both got killed
during football tryouts but they did manage to get a spot on the baseball team,
even though it was just junior varsity. Lucas was determined to find a sport he
was good enough for, especially now that a certain pretty brunette was across
the pond. He needed something to distract him. He needed something to take his
mind off Riley and what better way to do that than some healthy competition?
crinkles his nose. “Wrestling?”
“What’s wrong Mr.
Perfect? Scared everyone will see your junk in those oddly skintight
jumpsuits?” Zay teases. “Come on man, you’re strong as a horse, remember? Put
that to good use.”
“I guess so.” He
shrugs, leaning back in his chair to shake hands with Zay. “Looks like we’re
trying out for wrestling.”
“You invited Farkle?”
Lucas questions as the three boys approach the gymnasium where tryouts were
being held. “If I blew hard enough he’d fall right over.”
“Hey!” Farkle smacks
him on the arm, “don’t mistake my slender figure for weakness, my friends. I’ve
got muscles baby don’t you worry.”
“Oh yeah?” Zay laughs,
“Where are you hiding them?”
A Redland police officer from a later storyline for Lax Legends.
Redland is shown as a hypercapitalist hellhole, and I tried to play that up in the design of his uniform. A shield would be an inappropriate design for this man’s badge. I eventually settled on a hand.
2D with an s/o who's a bit of a hot head? (So me lol😅)
D’s a pretty lax guy, so when you blow your top for the first time in front of him, he gets the tiniest bit spooked.
“Um… y/n, ya’ gonna be okay over there?” He’d take a step or two back to reevaluate the situation.
“Yeah, I’m, um… Fine.”
After a while of you getting particularly upset over small subjects, he realizes that you’re a hothead, and even sometimes a rabble-rouser.
When you get aggravated, he instantly steps in, (even if you scold him for doing so sometimes) and tries to help you cope with some of the emotions you’re facing.
He goes through with the whole spiel regarding “taking deep breaths” and “not letting your anger infect you”.
“What the hell does that mean, Stuart?”
“I-I dunno! Jus’ tryna’ help, I guess!”
Your spurts of frustration never last long. Like usual, you got emotional, and with time, what was kept barred inside your chest was let free.
After a while of being in the relationship, Stu can sense when you’re about to implode. He immediately tries to calm you, setting both of his hands on your shoulders, or nuzzling into the crook of your neck. These methods of approach usually work.
my brain: what if Lardo fucked a guy on the lax team
my brain: what if LARDO fucked a guy on the LAX team
mY BRAIN: WHAT IF LARDO FUCKED A GUY ON THE LAX TEAM
my brain: but also that was a long time ago and now she’s with Shitty and he doesn’t know but hE FINDS OUT OHMYGOD
It happens during Bitty’s
graduation. Well, thankfully after Bitty’s graduation so their whole
day isn’t ruined. Lardo is wearing a forest
green sundress that cuts high across her thighs because it’s a million degrees
out, and Shitty is standing beside her, arm slung casually around her waist,
wearing a nice blazer and nice trousers.
They’re standing on the front lawn of the Haus, waiting for Bitty and
Jack to come downstairs so they can go out to dinner when the guys walk by.
“The fucking lax team,” Shitty
grumbles, turning to glare at them as they head down the sidewalk. They’re walking with two of their graduates,
as well as old members, ones that Shitty seems to recognize in the blink of an
eye. “Keep stepping, Jules,” he hollers,
arms crossed over his chest now as he watches them. “You too, Manchowski—if you put one fuckin’
toe on my lawn I’ll shove your crosse so far up your—”