i live for football

anonymous asked:

dark gayradwhitedad show me the forbidden student athlete AU

G O D OKAY so like

in reference to the headcanons list i made, i jokingly brought up a student athlete AU where evan would be a rly sporty dude? and then @stellaisgay and i started talking about this ridiculous OOC AU that is completely unfounded by everything and anything and isnt serious at all where evan is quarterback of the school’s football team and connor is a cheerleader and theyre a Power Couple

Re: having no children in 17776

Have you ever been in a place with no children? I was in a town where there had been a natural disaster and let me tell you, it was the creepiest experience of my life. Things were cleaned up, there were very little signs of the disaster, and places were reopening, however, because the schools hadn’t reopened yet, all the kids had been shipped off and hadn’t returned. There were adults everywhere, but no babies, no children, no teenagers. At first, I couldn’t figure out why I felt like something was Off, but eventually I was able to pinpoint that the lack of children, of the ambient noise that kids make/just their presence, was making me uncomfortable; when there are no children around, everything feels stale and stagnant, dead in a way. If that’s how the people in 17776 feel, have felt for tens of thousands of years, then I can understand why they play obsessive, thousand year long games of football to cope.

dulcet danger

Title: dulcet danger
Pairing: Byun Baekhyun/Reader
Genre: College!AU/Bad Boy!AU/Football Player!AU
Summary: Sometimes, the friskiest of decisions were the most memorable. Baekhyun is a clear example of that.
Note: Happy Birthday to my very beloved and adorable @byunists. I hope you have the best birthday ever and that you get to eat lots, also do great in those exams that I know you are having today! I wrote this for you, knowing how much you like Baekhyun and all~

Gym class is naturally one of those classes that she doesn’t pay much attention to. Neither does she think it has as much importance as other subjects nor she judges those who actually love playing sports when being in school. Actually, she liked those three hours of class she had ever Wednesday at seven in the morning, solemnly because the teacher they used to have –a really old woman who basically orders them around instead of showing them how to actually do sports- let them eat if they wanted to. Sometimes she would bring snacks and sit on the bleachers until she finally was called to play, but other than that, she was never truly excited about having physical education class. However, since Mrs. Lee was long gone after she finally decided to jubilate, she was left with a new teacher that was more than willing to coach everyone into living a fitness lifestyle and at this point, she is starting to hate this class. Turns out that she can’t bring snacks anymore, she can’t even take a break to drink water because sports are supposed to hurt –those are the new teacher’s words- and whoever took a break had to give a ten minute run, so to save herself from both the embarrassment and the struggle, she decides to listen for once and she plays volleyball. It wasn’t her favorite sport, to start with, but she was fairly okay and if playing was going to reassure her a great grade, then she might as well do so.

When she lifts up the ball in the air to throw it to the other team, she doesn’t think much, she does it absentmindedly but strong enough to show that she was in the game. However, a loud thud, a whine and millions of gasps follow after her actions and her eyes widen when she notices that she had thrown the ball at someone and that person was none other than Kim Jongdae. She had never talked to him much, he was just another student in her class that she ignored, even when he was absolutely cute, but she did know that he liked to sing a lot and he particularly didn’t enjoy playing sports, but he wasn’t bad at them. Without having second thoughts, she rushes towards where he was, her shirt clinging to her body with wind as she places her hands over Jongdae’s shoulders, making him turn towards her and she winces audibly when he reaches to touch his lip. Jongdae was surely whining under his breath and she breathed in quickly before feeling the teacher’s presence behind her.

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“You don’t watch the NFL🏈 for the anthem 🇺🇸. If you don’t like the kneeling jus ignore it like you do racism and police👮🏻‍♂️ brutality..”

@imblackasthenameofdarius

Speak and I'll Listen

Cas and Dean have been neighbors since they were six years old, the fact that Cas is deaf meaning little to Dean until an accident makes it all too clear. Valentine’s Day special.


Dean had lived across from Castiel since he was six years old. He still remembered when the Novak’s had moved in, and how excited he’d been when a little black-haired boy with a bee stuffed animal had tottered into the house after his mother. Because they’d been the same age, and as far as Dean’s six-year-old brain had figured, that meant he got to make a new friend. Dean had always been happy to make friends.

He’d begged his mother for days – from the arms of their couches and edges of countertops – to go and meet them. With Sam on her hip, she’d said, “no, not now,” leaving Dean to wander up to his room dejected and staring out his window at the blue house across the lonely road.

Until the weekend had finally arrived, at which point Mary had packed together a welcome basket, spurred John out of the garage, and held Sam’s hand as they headed from one side across to the next. Dean had been jumping with excited nerves, smiling with his new football held in his tiny hands.

Up the stone walkway to the porch and front door of the house, Mary had knocked, the group waiting with varying degrees of anticipation.

A thin, mousy, blonde haired woman had answered, looking them up and down in silent surprise that Dean had failed to notice. He’d been too busy trying to peek past her legs into the house, looking for the little boy he’d thought he’d invite to play out in the yard.

“Um, hello,” the strange woman had greeted. Mary had said some nice words, introduced them, and soon enough they’d been in the house. Gathered in the kitchen, Dean had looked between the adult’s legs with a vigorous kind of searching, hands flexing around the football. Until, finally being noticed by Mary, an explanation had been given.

“Dean saw your son, I think,” she’d said to the strange woman, a questioning smile on her bright face, as if to make sure she’d been assuming correctly. “He’s been bugging me all week to come over and talk to you so they could play.”

“Oh…” Dean had turned hopefully up to them, not perceptive enough to see that the blonde – her name was Amelia – had been fidgeting in unease, her voice hardly above a murmur. “Well…” She’d looked Dean up and down – at his ruffled blonde hair and dirt-smudged face. He’d been teaching Sam how to catch earlier, to little success. “I suppose that… that might be alright.”

Both Mary and John had been perplexed by her hesitance, but said nothing on it as she’d walked from the kitchen. Figuring that perhaps she was simply overprotective, they’d instead focused on stopping Sam from wandering under the bar chairs, getting him rounded up just in time for Amelia to return to the room.

She’d been bent over someone, hands on the small shoulders of the little boy walking ahead of her. He’d been gripping his bee stuffed animal, a look of nervousness painted across his delicate features as he’d looked the newcomers up and down. His black hair had been nicely brushed, no filthy spots on his clothes.

None of this had deterred Dean however, who’d bounded forward with a smile, successfully startling the other boy, whose blue eyes had widened in surprise.

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How I live football? Well there’s nothing like when I’m watching Milan play. When he plays with his little team that’s when I get the most passionate. Catalans are a bit more reserved and they’re very silent watching the games, and then there’s me screaming cheering for Milan. They probably think I’m a hooligan.
—  Shakira

anonymous asked:

Would Altea's football team and West Creek's team ever play against each other? I think that private schools and public schools don't ever play against each other, though I'm not sure

Yes! At least in the area where I live serval private schools have faced off against public schools in football games. There is a debate amongst some of the coaches and sporting officials about why it might be unfair for a public to school to face a private school, this is because private schools seek out athletes and will pay them large scholarships to attend. This way private schools can collect the best athletic army because of how wealthy some of the private schools are. 

While in public schools, you may be offered a scholarship but it may not be as high as the one offered by a private school, or you may not get a scholarship at all. 

In conclusion, private schools can usually shop for all the strong teens they want, while public schools don’t often have this privilege. This makes facing an overpowered private school seem unfair, but it’s still done, and some public schools can totally dominate a private school anyway.

BUT - to answer your question, fuck yes Altea and West Creek will face each other. The Black Lions vs. the Creek Creatures will be the final playoff game !!


(ps; Lotor’s school will also be in the playoffs - his team is co-ed and has his unstoppable girl gang in it)

Originally posted by bombshellthisway