how to coach soccer

here are a bunch of AMAZING fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of july. I recommend that you read these great fics in august, if you haven’t already!! also check out the HL Summer Fic Exchange - my fic will be posted soon (hopefully)!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)


1. Just a Walk in the Park 124k **

It’s 2015, the first time dinosaurs walked the earth in over 65 million years. The multi-billion dollar company, Twist Corporations, is planning a summer opening for their world changing attraction, “Jurassic Park”.

They take an interest in the history making duo of Dr. Louis Tomlinson, a stubborn paleontologist, and his partner, paleobotanist Dr. Liam Payne, giving them the chance of a lifetime to work for the new theme park. Louis is apprehensive, but Liam has a “gut feeling” that it will change their lives. He isn’t wrong.

Featuring Niall as the top engineer to get the park up and running, Zayn as the raptor expert, and Harry as the grandson of one of the most influential men in the world.

2. Let’s Embrace the Point of No Return 33k

Louis was a whole new scale of beautiful, he was richer than Harry could’ve ever imagined, and he was the most powerful, dominant alpha that Harry had ever come in contact with. The only problem now is that Louis is also Harry’s boss.

Louis believed Harry was an alpha, and had no idea about how he had lied about his status just to get an interview with Louis. He was in too deep now and he couldn’t look back.

Or, Harry is an omega intern at an all alpha company. Louis is his boss. There’s some complications.

3. How Could I Ever Forget 14k

After his boyfriend leaves him for a job in New York, Harry vows to move on with his life. A year later when their best friends announce their engagement, Harry knows he’ll be forced to see Louis again and face the truth he’s been trying his best to hide–even from himself.

Or a Vegas AU where Ziam’s bachelor party turns into drunken karaoke, winning thousands at slots, washing your clothes at the laundromat in your underwear, and making life altering decisions that you can’t remember in the morning.

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anonymous asked:

I feel like Michael is one of those kids who rides the bus and stuff by himself. Like once Jeremy comes along and is frikin terrified. Michael can figure out how to get anywhere on the bus without any help.

this is True, michael’s driven his car to and from school ever since he got it, but he’s been subjected to school bus rides for years and just puts on his headphones and kinda just waits it out in his own little world (usually w/ jeremy). that translates to public buses, too. he and jeremy ride a bus for something trivial, like getting snacks

a man across from them is staring hard at jeremy like jeremy’s a criminal. a baby is crying loudly from the back of the bus. a woman in front of them them is animatedly talking to another about how “michelle’s rash stood out so brightly against her church shirt, and did you hear that collin is having an affair?” someone across from them is yelling into a phone about how “ADAM’S SOCCER COACH NEEDS TO STEP THE FUCK UP, HE ONLY CALLED A RED CARD BECAUSE ADAM POKED HOLES IN HIS TRAINING PLAN. MY SON DOESN’T DESERVE THIS.” there’s a little girl in the seat behind them snapping bubblegum and breathing loudly as she kicks their seat. she starts screaming after three minutes. michael’s arm, resting on the window, is dangerously close to several wads of gum, presumably from the hell child behind them. he is unfazed by all of this. jeremy thinks adam’s coach is an asshole. he just wanted to get his favorite snacks for passover so he could eat them whilst playing crash bandicoot panstless in the comfort of his room

“i’m never riding the bus again,” he says to michael when they get off at their stop, watching in disgust as michael peels a wad of gum off of his sleeve without batting an eye

jeremy rides the bus a week later bc michael’s car breaks down. he is a shell of the man he once was.

loveliestlarry  asked:

Hello my dearest Gina! Since I'm soon going to be flying (it's a 3 hour flight journey) do you have some fics you've enjoyed as of late? I think we have quite similar taste in fics so I trust what you rec ❤️

Sorry doll….I was out all damn day and have only just gotten back and am able to do this for you. So….ket’s see. I don’t know what you’ve read lately, but here are some that I’ve recently liked:

We’ll Be Seamless by Anonymous

Green reblogged an old photo of himself. It was from back in October, a Halloween special. A pulse shot all the way through Louis because this photo was his absolute favourite, and it had taken the rest of the year for him to wean himself off of it.

Green was on his knees, arms stretched out in front of him with his fingertips digging into the surface of his bed. He was wearing a pair of cat ears on his head, his curls falling forward. His back was arched, and in the foreground of the picture, Green’s bum was high in the air, a long, black cat tail sitting neatly between his cheeks.

Louis spends all his spare time scrolling arty nude blogs on Tumblr but amongst them all, Green is his favourite.

Like an Endless Summer by Anonymous

“You just wanna go fawn over Styles as soon as possible,” Zayn grumbles.

“I do not. Plus, he probably got ugly this year. Eighteen is an awkward time…I bet he’s got acne and one of those terrible fuckboy haircuts all the hipsters are getting these days, with the shaved sides? Just watch, the first year we’re gonna get any time together is gonna be the first year I don’t have a stupid crush on him.”

Or, Louis is a riding instructor at a summer camp, and Harry is a fellow counselor who he’s been successfully managing his crush on for the last two summers. That is, until Harry shows up this year leveled up and lethal, and all Louis’s formerly perfected veneer of nonchalance melts like a popsicle in the sun.

That’s How I Know by Anonymous

Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.

Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

Do Not Go Gentle by @afirethatcannotdie

“This is all a game to you, isn’t it? Well, it’s not for me. This is a real life or death situation,” Louis says, spitting the words at him. “And I just don’t think you’re cut out for it.”

For a moment, they stare at each other in complete silence. Harry can feel his blood thrumming between his ears, can see Louis glaring at him, feels red-hot anger. And then all he feels, oppressively and desperately, is lust.

Suddenly Louis is surging up to him to press his lips against Harry’s. Harry walks the two of them backwards, pressing Louis back against the door. Louis oomphs in surprise and brings his hands under Harry’s scrub top, scratching at his lower back.

“Lock — oh — lock the… fucking door,” Louis mutters.

When Harry Styles starts his first day as a surgical intern, he expects a lot of things: to treat patients, to observe a surgery, to feel a bit overwhelmed. What he definitely doesn’t expect, however, is that the handsome guy he kicked out of his bed this morning is also an intern.

A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?

hush. by @wankerville

“I don’t like you like that, Harry.”

“See,” Harry starts, Louis can hear the smile in his voice, “that’s where I think you’re lying.”

or an au where small towns suck, louis is losing it, and harry’s just too perfect.

Time will tell, I suppose, or at least these pages will by let’s_get_messi

Harry has a diary and he’s been writing about the pen-pal he’s never met in there since he’s been 12 years old. One day he reads his diary out to a room full of strangers and finds that the man with the blue-eyes at the back of the room is a slight distraction.

(Or Harry goes to a public diary reading thing at his local coffee shop and gets more than he bargained for)

rivers til i reach you by embodied ( @southerngothicau )

Louis can’t begin to understand how he’s always this close and still can’t manage to make Harry his. He stands up and gets another beer.

AU. Louis studies astronomy; Harry studies Louis. They spend their summers on the water and it shouldn’t be complicated (spoiler: it is).

That’s obviously more than 3-hours worth of reading, but hopefully there are a few there you haven’t read yet! Enjoy your trip!

Weekly Fic Rec 30th July 2017

between chaos and control by stylinsoncity @alienproof
Companion piece to ‘the wonderlands’ written from Louis’ POV

take a sad song and make it better by amore @amories
Harry and Louis were once best friends and two quarters of the biggest band of all time. Now they are like strangers with their connection being Jude, Harry’s estranged son and Louis’ beloved godson.

Lonesome When You Go by 13ways @13ways-of-looking
Harry, Louis, Niall and Liam are surgeons in training at the most prestigious program in the United States. Unbeknownst to the others, Harry and Louis have a long history with each other which involves Barcelona, dogs, jazz records and an oyster tour.

picture you staring by turnyourankle @floralhoran
Louis joins his sister and her family on their holiday and is not happy to find out he has been replaced as his niece’s favourite uncle.

How Could I Ever Forget by @allwaswell16
After Louis leaves him for a job in New York, Harry vows to get on with his life. However they are reunited a year later at Zayn and Liam’s bachelor party in Vegas.

That’s How I Know by Anon
Louis lands his dream job as a soccer coach at Augustus University. His neighbour is English Professor Harry Styles. They do not see eye to eye at first.

anonymous asked:

hi love!!!!! schools started up for me and i was wondering if u had any teacher fic recs?? thank you 💖💖

Teacher Fic Rec

All the fics listed are teacher fics and do not include student/teacher relationships (as far as i remember), but there are some fics where H/L is the teacher of the other’s kid. ALSO if you’re interested, my new fic The World Still Turns features teacher Harry and astronaut Louis. It will be published on August 31st so keep your eyes peeled

These Inconvenient Fireworks (.pdf)

Runner on Third 39k

The AU where Louis and Harry were best friends growing up, but lost touch after Harry moved away. Ten years later, Harry has moved back to town, but he and Louis don’t pick up where they left off.

You Really Got Me Now 6k

Louis is the best older brother anyone could ask for. He knows this because he’s agreed to help chaperone his younger sister’s school trip to Rome. As it turns out, Italy is full of surprises. Fizzy’s Italian teacher is surprisingly hot, Rome is surprisingly interesting, and Louis is surprisingly falling in love with more than just the city.

Dance Me (to the End of Love) 19k

You would think that it’s a simple process - you meet, you fall in love, you get married. But when you add one lawyer and one overly-competitive high school teacher to that equation, it’s no longer a straight line from beginning to end. Or the story of how a simple proposal becomes a competition where no one loses in the end.

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That’s How I Know by allwaswell16

Summary:

Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.

Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

Fic from the HL Summer Exchange 2017; this one is cute. Love the parrot in the story. Photoset by me.

ssadrblake-deactivated20150114  asked:

Danni please more ridiculous headcanons for cm because they're so awesome hahaha.

  • One time Emily played Ke$ha songs so frequently in Reid’s presence that he unknowingly started to sing Tik Tok under his breath in Rossi’s presence. Rossi has yet to let Reid forget that he sang ‘the party don’t start till I walk in’ as he strode into his office. 
  • Morgan made Reid a birthday cake with the phrase written on it. 
  • Reid in turn changed all of Morgan’s ring tones to Call Me Maybe. 
  • Hotch got so fed up with the music that he banned any songs made after 1990 from the entire bau. 
  • Garcia started a pop music underground. 
  • Morgan snores really loudly when he sleeps in weird positions so they often get a soundtrack of chainsaw noises when he falls asleep on the jet. One time the pilot thought that something had gone wrong with the plane. 
  • One time Prentiss, JJ and Garcia had a ladies chick flick and bourbon night. One bottle down and a large hairy spider appeared on Garcia’s table. Garcia called Rossi in a fit of terror as they all stood on the couch. He arrived, disposed of the spider and never spoke of the incident again because he was so terrified of drunken emily and JJ complementing how symmetrical his goatee is and how he should definitely not under any circumstances feel that his goatee isn’t just as good as morgan’s. Under no circumstances. It’s just as wonderful. Just fluffier.  
  • Reid is not the worst at softball on the team. Hotch made a swing and accidentally flung the bat across the field. 
  • Rossi has no idea how him helping coach jack’s soccer team evolved into him baking things for their annual bake sale, but he thinks his little home made football cookies are fabulous. 
  • At JJ’s wedding, Anderson and Gina spent a fair amount of time trying to sneak off and find Rossi’s legendary wine cellar. 
  • One time the team tried to use the ‘google search is twitter’ thing on Rossi so they’d find out what stuff he tried to google by the tweets he’d send, but it turns out Rossi’s version of Google is named Spencer Reid. 
  • without going into detail, there were times in Rossi’s relationship with Strauss that made how similarly he pronounces Erin and Aaron very awkward. Very, very awkward. 
  • one time the team planned a meal together with all their significant others, but they got called into a case. All their partners went out to dinner anyway. When the team found out about this they were slightly terrified by all the stories they could tell. James Will got on like a house on fire. 
  • since their jobs can leave them without a proper sleeping pattern while on cases, the team is pretty familiar with early morning cartoons. As Morgan and Prentiss spent one saturday morning crashed on one of their hotel beds too tired to sleep, pinky and the brain came on. They haven’t stopped saying  ”Gee, Brain, what do you want to do tonight?” - ”The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Ttry to take over the world!”  since. 

your wish is my command 

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Okay, so I debated a long time on whether or not to post these particular pics. I do hope these are perceived the way I hope they are. These are HRT progress pics. They also show my weight loss progress. I have lost about 46 lbs total since February of 2014. About 30 to 35 of that has been after I started HRT 10.5 months ago. Usually, people gain weight while on HRT, rather than lose it. I am not posting this to say “ooh look at how good I am to have lost weight.” (I think you can be happy and healthy with many different body types) I played soccer (futbol) from 7th grade through college and always had a high metabolism. However, not long after college my gender dysphoria really sank in deep and I just did not care about being healthy anymore. I never tried to commit suicide, but all along with how I treated my body I was sort of slowly killing it. Fast forward many years and I was in a very unhealthy 5′ 10″ 238 lb body. I even had to be on cholesterol medication (which I now have no medical need for).

I think the reason why I have been able to lose weight stems much more from the new lease on life that started for me in February of 2014. That is when I decided enough was enough and no matter what I was going to start to share my struggle with people. I was going to stop hiding the pain I was dealing with and begin facing my gender dysphoria. I shaved my goatee (yes I used to have one). It was something that I hid behind. I hid so much of the real me, that I hated myself. Well, not myself really, but I hated being the persona that I projected to the world. It felt like a big monotonous act that I always had to keep up. I had become more and more reclusive because keeping up the act was so exhausting. No one would think that a person that looked the way I did was hiding such a big secret.. that I had always had a “female brain” inside that very male looking head on top of that large male frame.

From the day that I shaved my goatee I started making better choices about what I ate and how I spent my time. I was the coach of my son’s soccer team. I pushed myself to run more in those practices and physically show them how to do the drills rather than just give them instructions from the sideline. I can go into more detail about what foods I started cutting out in another post if there is interest. The main point here is that I started to like myself again and as the pounds started to fall off, I realized that for me losing weight and getting back to the general body size I used to be familiar with was important to me. I was also doing things to take care of myself and my body because I had a small glimmer of hope in my head that somehow I could one day start to live more as the person that had always been inside my head. That person had been drowned out long ago by the myriad of roles and behaviors that were pounded into me by well-meaning people. I learned very early on how a boy should act and I felt shame when I did not follow the act to the letter. I carried that pattern well into adulthood.

As my weight started to drop I kept the promise to myself to begin to talk to those closest to me about being transgender. At this point my immediate family, my parents and my siblings all know. Several close friends also know and I am telling more and more. My wife and I are separated, but do not hate each other. Only one person in my family is not speaking to me at the moment, but I have hope it is a temporary adjustment period for them. I bring all of this up just to illustrate that facing the fear of telling my family and friends and beginning to be able to live as the person that was inside of me is what freed me from self-hate. I love myself again. My body and spirit and soul are going through a state of repair.

Don’t get me wrong, I still have nights where I have crying fits as I think about what this means for the family I had built. I am mourning the loss of my marriage. I am mourning the loss of random moments with my kids that are now limited to the weekends. I am mourning the loss of being the soccer coach. I am mourning the loss of many many things.

Yet my soul is happy. I have hope for the future that my existing relationships will just morph into something beautiful as my body morphs into something just as beautiful.

Love yourself friends. Have hope.

-Ari

Game Freak (Jackson Whittemore)

My life is simple really- just filled with the everyday drama of having a teen wolf as a best friend, werewolves threatening to kill me, a spastic twin brother, and trying not to fall any lower on the social scale. All while being completely in love with the person that my brother and best friend hate: Jackson Whittemore.

“Cally please, you have to go to the game!” Stiles begged.

“Stiles I can’t! Remember last time? I made a complete fool of myself when I had that panic attack.” I said, refusing to go.

“Please? Just this once? I’ll get Coach to sit you on the bench so you’re away from the people.” He begged.

“Why do you want me to go so badly?” I asked him, and I watched as the light faded in his eyes slightly, causing me to immediately feel bad.

“Because I don’t want you here home alone. You have no friends aside from Scott and me.” He said and scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

“And going to one simple lacrosse game is going to change anything?” I asked.

“Please come?” He begged, trying once more.

“Fine.” I said. I got up from my bed, not caring that I was simply wearing casual athletic clothes. Me, unlike my brother, am actually athletic.

I grabbed my phone and bag, and followed him out of my room, and out of the house. I followed him into the car, and out of the house. I followed him into the car, and he sped away to the school, or as I call it, my personal hell. I looked over at Stiles, and he was smirking.

“Stiles? What did you do?” I asked.

“Well the coach wants to speak with you before the game.” He said, I just  continued to stare at him, so he would continue. “Okay, well one of the guys was being an ass, talking about you, and I may have mentioned that you could kick their ass on or off the field. So, Coach heard me, and well the team is his child, so he always wants to add to it. And so he wants to put you in instead of Greenberg. We’re facing Devenford, but their lead, is scary good. We’ve beaten in the past, but we don’t want to lose.” He said smugly.

“But I’ve never practiced with the team before?” I stated, but it came out as more of a question.  

“Well, you’ve always watched the practices, and Coach has seen you play soccer, and how you always practice with guys, plus he knows you can run.” He said.

“Right. He’s the track coach.” I said, nodding my head.

“So please think about it? Or just do it? Coach said he would give me an A in his class if I can convince you.” Stiles pleaded with me. I rolled my eyes, and sighed. I mean why the hell not? Except… Jackson’s on the team, so I must act like nothing is wrong, and that I am not in love with him.

“Fine. But you so owe me.” I said, shaking my head.

We parked the car, and almost no one was here yet, just the players. We get out, and I trailed behind him nervously. I’m not nervous about looking like a fool, I’m confident in my skills, they are the only thing I am sure about. I’m nervous about what people say. Stiles walked into the locker room to get Coach, and I saw Scott walking down the hallway, and he smiled when he saw me.

“So did Stiles convince you?” He asked.

“You knew too? And didn’t tell me?” I said.

“Well? Are you playing or not?” A new voice asked. I turned around, and saw Coach looking impatient and holding a bunch of items. I quickly nodded my head, and he thrusted the equipment into my hands. “Follow me.” He said, and led me through the boys locker room, and to a somewhat less crowded area where there was an empty locker. “The girl’s locker room is closed for remodeling, and with a lack of girl athletes this time of year there is no hurry to get it done. You don’t mind changing in here?” He asked.

“My twin and best friends are guys. I’m fine.” I said, he nodded his head, and then walked away. I shredded my sweater and basketball shorts from my body so I was left in my sports bra and spandex. I pulled on the undershirt, and clipped the pads onto my body, then pulled on the jersey that Coach must have made for me since it had my last name, but my own number. I pulled on the uniform shorts, then I tied my cleats firmly to my feet. I fixed my hair, and then grabbed my helmet, and put my personal items in my locker. When I turned around, I saw Greenberg staring at me angrily.

“This is your fault!” He yelled, and slammed his fist against the locker beside my head. I jumped, startled, and I went to hit him, but before my fist could make contact, he was yanked backwards, and I saw that, surprisingly, Jackson was the one who pulled him backwards.  

“Hey! What the hell is wrong with you? She is one hundred times better the athlete than you will ever be.” He said, and shoved Greenberg away, so it was just me and him.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jackson asked me.

“Like you care.” I muttered, and then shoved past him, and as soon as Stiles saw me, he came over.

“We heard what happened. More like Scott did, but he told me. So, are you okay?” He asked.

“Yes, Stiles I am fine.” I said, and as I said this, the coach came out of his office, and all the guys stopped talking.

“Listen up everybody! I know you may have noticed, but Cally Stilinski is on the team now. She is an excellent player, now don’t be like Greenberg, so show her some respect. We have to beat Devenford tonight. So get your asses on the field!” Coach shouted. We all ran out of the locker room, and out of the school onto the field where people were beginning to fill the stands, and the prep school was warming up.

I began stretching out my muscles, and I sensed someone coming up beside me, I turned my head, and I saw that it was Jackson.

“Those guys are staring you down.” He said.

“I know.” I simply said as I rolled my shoulders.

“Doesn’t that bother you?” He asked.  

“No. I learned to not be intimidated by the opposite gender.” I said.

The game went by in a blur, but one part. Towards the end of the game, one of the Devenford guys slammed me to the ground, and I didn’t even the ball or anywhere near it, and then suddenly, we were surrounded by my team mates.

“Hey, are you okay?” Stiles asked. I sat up, groaning in pain, but I managed perfectly fine.

“Yeah, I’m good.” I said. He and Scott helped me to my feet, and I turned my head just in time to see Jackson punch the guy in the face.

We ended up winning in the game, and by now most of the guys have left, including my brother. He and Scott had to take care of some wolf business I guess, and said they would pick me up later. I was on the bleachers, just staring out into the field, lost in my thoughts, until Jackson came into view. “Why are you still here?” He asked.

“My brother and Scott had to take care of something, but he’ll pick me up whenever they’ll be done.” I said evenly.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone.” He said to me.  

“Well there’s nothing I can do about it.” I said.

“I could drive you home.” He offered.

“Or you could wait out here with me.” I countered, he smirked, and I felt myself become flustered. He climbed  up the steps the sat somewhat close to me.

“You did great tonight.” He told me.

“Aside from being body slammed?” I said laughing, shaking my head.

“That wasn’t your fault. That guy was a dick. He should learn to appreciate such beauty and strength.” He said, causing me to blush. I didn’t know what to say, but I didn’t have enough time to think of something, because his face inched toward mine, and before I knew it, his lips were on mine, and before I knew it, his lips were on mine, and let me tell you. It was the best kiss ever, and seemed to go on forever.

Best Thing I Never Had ~ Scott McCall

(Just a short idea i came up with. Hope you like it!)

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You were never the most popular, but you had a few close friends, and had some encounters with popular people. As you tried to stay out of the spotlight, Scott McCall had caught your eye. At first, you thought he was weird during sophomore year. I mean, he was. Somehow, you were kinda into it. He was suspicious and you were into mysteries. The ones that always kept you wondering, and that was exactly what Scott McCall was.

When there were lacrosse games, you would always go, even in the freezing cold that came across this part of California. By the middle of junior year, your friends knew better than to ask you to hang out when there was a game. Sometimes, you had scolded yourself for liking someone else’s boyfriend. But then when Scott and Allison broke up, you scolded yourself for being the tiniest bit happy. Only because you saw how happy they were together.

So when you witnessed that Allison was kissing Isaac in school, you were sure that they were no longer together. Occasionally you would pass Scott in the hall, usually with Stiles, who was your chemistry partner. You gave the slightly wave, before tucking a hair behind your ear, and smiling to yourself. Sometimes Stiles would ask you if you wanted to study in the library later on, or if you had the answers to the homework. Mostly, the second one because Stiles usually had to cancel on studying, so he just stop suggesting it. 

One time, in gym class, you were playing soccer and you were pretty average at it. So you kinda wanted to impress Scott, only to have it backfire, but you still got his attention. 

Your partner was a girl named Amber and she was on the soccer team, so it was hard to show her up. But you had her stand in the goal, and you practiced kicking the ball a few times. She had blocked it two or three times, but you had made it in maybe five times. So when you saw Scott looking over here, you began bouncing the ball on your foot, bringing it up to your knee and then you had kicked it up in the air, giving you time to turn around and do a back flip, kicking the ball towards the goal. You landed and turned around only to see the ball come back at your face.

The pain was awful, plus you had hit your head on the ground also. You had feared you had a concussion, and that you had made yourself look like a fool in front of Scott. It was too hard to open your eyes and you heard ringing in your ears. 

“Y/L/N!” You groaned hearing Coach’s voice, “What the hell were you thinking? Somebody get the nurse!” You opened your mouth to talk, but Coach cut you off. “You know, that would’ve been a brilliant shot if Kingsley hadn’t caught it and thrown it back at you. How do you feel about joining the soccer team?” 

“I don’t know, Coach. Would you let me get a concussion check, first?” You didn’t mean to come off rude, but your head was pounding and he was shouting in your face. Finally, you opened your eyes to see everyone surrounding you. The only one that mattered to you was Scott. He looked like he felt bad, and you knew you looked like an idiot. 

Pushing yourself up, your face scrunched up in pain, but you continued to push yourself up. A hand grabbed your left arm and another grabbed your shoulder. It was Scott. 

“Are you okay?” He asked as you stood up with his help. You were going to nod, but the pain would’ve been unbearable.

“Uh, yeah. Thanks,” You smiled at him and his smile flashed at you. You looked around and saw Amber glaring at you. She did that on purpose! Only Scott ended up helping you, so her plan backfired too. Scott had continued to help you walk towards the nurses office, only to meet her halfway.

“You sure, you’re okay?” You nodded to him this time. “Okay, well i gotta get back to class, but if you need anything, I’ll be happy to help,” He told you and you smiled. 

“Thanks again, Scott,” He waved and started walking back to class. 

“You should just tell him you like him,” Your eyes widened and you looked at the nurse, before looking back to Scott, who was looking at you with a smile on his smile, causing you to look forward.

“You said that too loud, now he knows,” You face palmed, talking to the nurse. “But if he doesn’t like me, he would be the best thing I never had.” You smiled and turned back, to see Scott turning the corner. If only you knew that, Scott had heard the whole conversation and he was smiling to himself the whole way back to gym class. 

"kira hiroto"

Another scene from Shine that I decided would be worth translating! This takes place after soccer practice, the afternoon before the Genei match. Hiroto and Tenma run into each other again and have an emotional discussion, and Midorikawa reveals some information he gathered afterwards.

This scene offers a bit of explanation towards Hiroto’s motivations, and also offers some insight into what Hiroto and Midorikawa were doing with the Resistance.

I tried to be as literal as possible, however some lines may have different emphasis than expected due to the fact that this scene was voiced. Anyway, I think (I hope?!) this will be interesting and helpful! (I apologise for my shocking photography, also.)

Tenma:
Oh? Hiroto-san.

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chanlerberats  asked:

headcanon that i cannot let go of: eliza beatboxing for philip's mixtape (& doing other random cute things for all her kids)

Obviously she’s a pinterest mom and if her husband were just a regular dude instead of kind of famous with security detail, she’d 100% have a mommy blog and probably a youtube channel.

As it is, she’s the talk of DC when she shows up beatboxing on Philip’s youtube channel.  (”Your kid has a youtube channel, Secretary Hamilton?”  “I….guess…?????”)

But my favorite is how she’s a coach for the kids’ youth sports teams.  She does soccer mostly because she played in high school, but she does a little t-ball too.  She’s not great at the rules of baseball because it wasn’t her thing, but she’s a great coach: enthusiastic and corrective when she needs to be in a really nice way.  She’s also genuinely interested in all the kids on her team.  She’s usually in the dugout rather than on the field because of this.  She also designs the mascot and makes team shirts for all the parents and siblings.  And when it looks like the team might go to the little league world series, she’s the one organizing all the plans.  She’s boss at logistics.  (Anyway they don’t make it so it doesn’t matter.)

I will one day write a fic where they go to Colonial Willamsburg for Angelica H’s birthday and Eliza makes her a little colonial dress for the trip.  She’s too busy to make Halloween costumes every year, but she would if she had the time.

She also loves to make videos for graduations.  “It’s the modern day scrapbook!”

She tries really hard to be this perfect mom and she succeeds a lot because it’s something that comes natural to her.  And she wants them to feel loved and listened to above being cared for.  It’s not enough that they have clothes to wear and food to eat.  She wants their dreams to be supported and she wants to listen to them.  So, sometimes, if she buys store bought brownies for the bake sale, that’s ok because Angelica need Eliza to sit with her and watch Gilmore Girls and cuddle and that’s more important than fucking homemade brownies.

And if Philip needs her to beatbox, by god, she will beatbox!

I will say, Ham is better at bedtime stories than her.  He does way better voices.  Though Eliza suspects they always want him because he sometimes comes home late and this means the kids get to stay up later.  And she’s not saying the kids don’t love their dad, but she’s onto their tricks.

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accio-firewhiskey said:

Adopt prompt: Belle is shocked and strangely attracted but also wary upon finding out Gold has a law degree

tinuviel-undomiel said:

Something I thought of for you your Adoption verse, even if Belle and Gold get along, won’t they still need to go to court so Gold can be formally recognized as Bae’s father?

This one also continues off the prompts from last chapter.

Keep reading

  • jennifer teaching helena how to swim
  • jennifer asking alison to coach the school’s soccer game because their coach called in sick
  • jennifer asking cosima to come talk to her students aBOUT SCIENCE
  • JENNIFER AND BETH TRAINING BUDDIES
  • PUSHING EACH OTHER TO THEIR LIMITS
  • COMPETITING AGAINST EACH OTHER
  • THEN CELEBRATING OVER A BEER
  • sarah calling jennifer jfitz and everyone else going with it
  • (being that she’s sick wwait what) kira sitting my jennifer’s bed because she misses her students
  • kira drawing a picture of jennifer and captioning it ‘auntie jennifer’ and her being like ‘aunt?’ with kira saying ‘yes, dont be silly’
  • kira asking her mum to take her to jennifer’s school so her kids can sign a card for her and make a get well soon video for her
  • jennifer’s students winning a competition in jennifer’s name
  •  J E N N I  F E R 

anonymous asked:

Firstly, for some reason the rocket launcher exploding their first date hurst less than visitors interrupting a homemade souffle proposal. Secondly, I know the show is the show but my little heart is breaking that Oliver can't continue with his suburban dream. That's a really nice suburb, or they could have gone to Silicon Valley and Felicity could have done her thang and been awesome and he could bake (now I crave an Oliver as Ned the Piemaker AU, oh shit what have I done).

I am so in agreement about the stupid rocket launcher literally blowing them up hurting less than Oliver’s proposal being wrecked! 

He had the ring in the souffle… 

He was carrying the souffle into the dining room for his lady love… 

He had the ring in it and he was ready to ask her to be his wife…

And then Thea and Laurel showed up, and ruined everything.

dumplingnooona hit it right on the head:

It’s so painful to think that he was so done. He was ready to be with Felicity, in a domestic setting, working a job that had nothing to do with saving entire cities, living in a house with the white picket fence, a dog, 2.5 kids, the works.

And then it all blew up in his face!

He was supposed to bake, be the stay-at-home dad, train the dog, cut down the tree when it started being an obnoxious tree jerk, plant flowers, paint the house, remodel the basement bathroom, put glow-in-the-dark stars all over their daughter’s room (the real accurate ones, that show actual constellations) because she’s obsessed with astrology, make midnight runs for McDonald’s french fries and milkshakes for Felicity’s pregnancy cravings, build a treehouse for their son, let their daughter paint his toenails, teach their son how to throw a football, be the soccer coach for their daughter’s team, attend galas with his CEO wife (everywhere and anywhere she worked, she’d be a rising star, come on now), help their son with the Pythagorean Theorem, complain to Felicity that nobody will ever use that in real life, he can’t believe kids still need to learn that crap, watch their daughter get ready for a first date, celebrate when his son calls because he met his future wife, hug his family tight when their dog dies, buy a car that their daughter crashes, high five his son when he makes a touchdown…

Oliver was so ready for this, damn it.