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WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE - model: Grace Hartzel - photographer: Mikael Jansson - stylist: Camilla Nickerson - hair: Shay Ashual - makeup: Hannah Murray - Vogue April 2016

  • Lanvin jersey dress - Gaspar gloves - Givenchy Haute Couture by Riccardo Tisci & Lulu Frost earrings - (brooches) Sonia Rykiel, Miriam Haskell & Lulu Frost
Eighth Christmas

the series is as follows so far:

FirstSecond ThirdFourthFifthFifth Christmas, Part 2SixthSeventhEighthNinthTenthEleventhTwelfthThirteenthFourteenthFifteenthSixteenthSeventeenthEighteenthNineteenthTwentiethTwenty-firstTwenty-secondTwenty-third


Scully spent Christmas Eve at Maggie’s surrounded by loud family, mounds of presents, her mother’s recently acquired goldfish and what felt like a gigantic hole where her heart should have been. William enjoyed his Merry-Go-Round ride from relative to relative, drooling, patting, sitting up and pulling hair whenever possible. She, on the other hand, spent her time staring into space, remembering the two Christmases that Mulder spent with her family, sitting behind her on the floor, hand gently resting a hair’s width from her thigh, shin folded against her back end as he shuffled up close, watching the festivities over her shoulder, his breath so close to her, so warm and soft on her neck.

Suddenly, a restlessness shook her, a need to move, a need to see him, a need to hold him so strong she had to stand, pacing back and forth to the confusion of her mother, who watched her quietly from the couch. Her circle took her from the living room to the kitchen, down the hall, past the bathroom and stairs, soon returning to the living room. She traced the path four times before she found Maggie standing in her way in the darkened hall.

“Honey, are you all right?”

Rooted there, hands playing with themselves, wringing absently, “I need to go home, Mom. I just … something … I need to go. I’m sorry. I know it’s not that late but if you won’t hate me, I’m going to get going.”

She didn’t want to see them go but something in Dana’s tone of voice drove her to nod her head, “of course. Just tell everyone Will kept you up late last night and you both need your rest.”

Crooking an eyebrow and trying to smile, “lying on Christmas Eve. God will not approve.”

“I’ll deal with the repercussions but I think it will be fine.” Giving Scully a hug, “just don’t forget to come back in the morning. I’ll have been too long away from my little Will by then.” Stepping back, Maggie gave her a soft look, “we’ll be up at 6am, like usual, Mass at 9, breakfast at 10:30, like always.”

“We’ll be here, promise.”

With a smile, “do your best.”


Scully managed to get into her apartment and lock the door before she stopped dead in her tracks, her senses coming on line instantly. Putting Will’s carrier gently down on the floor partially under the end table, she slipped her gun from her waist, then began scouting the apartment, not sure what was bothering her but looking thoroughly through every room, closet, behind ever door and under every bed. Once she was satisfied, she returned to the living room, retrieving Will first before her eyes finally processed what was different.

Hanging on the Christmas tree, dead center and nearly hidden by an angled branch, was an ornament that had not been there earlier in the day.

Spinning quickly on her heel, she half expected to see him standing behind her, ready to scare the bejesus out of her, kiss her, hug her, cry when he saw how big his son was becoming. Instead, she only saw an empty kitchen, cold and dark, the misery overwhelming her instantly; she’d missed him, missed him sneaking in, missed him wanting to see his little boy and her, missed him so close she could smell his soap and taste his skin.

She burst into tears.


It was well after midnight before she finally began dozing, her head nodding, her ears finally relaxing to every sound made within the apartment. She was just slipping into a half-formed dream of Mulder when she felt a pair of ice cold lips on her own. Eyes flying open, Scully saw him, so real and so very close that the first thing she did was swing, heavy-fisted, catching him squarely at the top of his cheekbone, sliding her knuckles across his closed eye and ramming into his nose. After a millisecond of hesitated confusion, she was crouching over his hunched form, Mulder holding his face and groaning.

Yanking his hands away, she twisted his head towards her and kissed him, amazed he was real and whole and in front of her when she missed him the most.

He kissed her back for a few moments, then pulled away, whispering, “what the hell was that!?”

She met his mouth again and he stopped asking questions, too busy running his hands over her, pulling her tightly against him, to worry about a bruised cheekbone and burning eye. He only separated enough to pull the sweater over her head, making a note to comment on it eventually, once he remembered how to say more than a moaned ‘I love you’ in the general vicinity of her bare breasts, smooth thighs, curved ass and valleyed back.


The fear, however, set in the moment the pooled sweat between them began to evaporate. He felt her muscles tense, coiling in preparation to defend him, to kill him, to throw him from her house in fear for their son’s life.

His hands came down on her upper arms, his leg holding her knees, voice almost inaudibly, “don’t do this yet … please?”

She beat him to the punch, sliding sideways from his grasp and off the bed, shivering suddenly in the cold darkness, “do what? Wonder if somebody’s going to break in here and kill you? Shoot you in my bed?”

Mulder shushed her as he sat up, pulling the sheets around his shoulders, “yell any louder you’re going to wake up Will.”

“What the hell are you doing here, Mulder? You’re supposed to be hiding somewhere, far, far away from the eight thousand people who have you at the top of their shit list.”

Seeing this might not go as smoothly as he’d hoped, he sat up, pushing aside sheets, reaching out to wrap his fingers around her hip to pull her closer, “I couldn’t stay away. Not on Christmas. The guys have been dropping hints that I’m somewhere in southern Florida and the surveillance team that had eyes on you tonight gave up and went home to their families or their bottles of whiskey or their mothers, I have no idea, but Byers gave me the all clear to come in and I did and you belted me.”

Stomach clenching, “there’s a team on me?”

“Yeah. Skinner’s guys so not too terrible but I couldn’t have anyone, not even Walter, know I’m here so I had to wait until they left.”

By now, she was trapped between knobby knees, thigh muscles giving under the pressure of his hold on her, “then where did the ornament come from?”

Not smiling, wishing with all his heart he’d been the one to hang it, “I gave it to Frohike to hang for me in case I didn’t make it inside.”

She kissed him again with a fierceness fueled by six-month separation, her lips hovering over his when she finally pulled back to catch her breath, “do you want to see Will?”

His arms tightened around her, a spasmodic jerk of nervous anxiety, “yes, please.”

After pulling on pajamas, she retrieved their son, climbing carefully into bed before laying him between them. Mulder settled beside him immediately, head against the mattress alongside the boy’s, staring in wonder at his perfect nose, curved chin and pursed lips, “God, Scully, how can I ever leave him again?”

“You don’t have to.”

Allowing Will to blur slightly as he focused on Scully over his head, “please don’t make this harder. I have a few more hours then,” tears ran rivers down his cheeks at this point but she made no move to clear them, “God, don’t fight with me now, okay? I can’t handle it.”

Heart breaking, she cried with him, watching him smooth his fingers over light eyebrows and reddening hair, button nose and chin cleft, apple-round cheeks and near-translucent eyelids. Quiet tears fell on small pajamas and Scully held her boys as close as possible while they snuggled on the rumpled bed, breathed lullabies sung to sleeping ears. Mulder lived, for a brief moment, the mundane, homebound existence he wished for and dreamed of every hour he was awake and every moment he slept.

Eventually, exhaustion drove her to sleep but Mulder remained alert, basking in the precious time he was part of a family again.

His family.

His tiny, bigger than the world family.


He stayed until just before dawn, holding his boy close for the last hour, cradling him to his chest, memorizing his smell, his fingers and toes, his hummingbird heartbeat and the sounds he made, from cooing to grunting to that soul-melting sigh that made Mulder shut his eyes, try to absorb the perfection that was his son.


Scully woke to an empty bed, Will gone but making noise on the baby monitor, demanding breakfast and a clean diaper. The depression settled in quickly, the cold, heaviness of the apartment telling her he was already gone.

Moving automatically to Will’s room, she found a note hanging from the crib, taped and innocently waiting to be read. Forcing herself to wait until she’d changed Will and fed him, she finally settled him on her hip before unfolding the paper.

An hour later, she forced herself to get both of them ready for the return trip to Grandma’s house, Scully finally giving up halfway through, moving to the tree to examine yet again the ornament he’d left behind: one of a little boy in an oversize Yankee jersey, cap askew, glove at his feet, bat too large to hold up off the ground with the words ‘Daddy’s Little Home Run Hitter’ written underneath.

On the opposite side, Mulder had carefully printed in his trademark Sharpie “I love you” and the year.

I'm A Princess After All - Connor Brown

Requested: Yes

@arizonacoyotesgirl16 :I just read you Mitch Marner one with his brother and it was really cute! Do you think you can do a Connor brown one? where you play for the Toronto furies and the leafs and furies practice together and you guess mess around the whole time and make it fluffy and cute? that would be awesome if you could keep up the great work!

Word Count: 728

Warnings: None


With all of the hate that has been going on in the world the CEO’s of the Toronto Furies and Toronto Maple Leafs decided to have a charity event with both teams, where they would play against one another and most of the profits would go to different charities.

But before there could be a game, they wanted the two teams to have a practice run to see if everything could run smoothly.


As you stole the ball from one of the rookies, Mitch maybe. You were immediately slammed into the wall, but normally if a person from the opposite team checked you, they would let go and the both of you would continue to skate down the ice. However, this time was different.

Connor held a smirk as he pinned you against the glass. “Hey, princess.” This made you roll your eyes because of that ridiculous nickname you got over the years of playing ice hockey.

When you first started playing the game, most of your teammates teased you because you were ‘too pretty’ to play such a tough sport. However, that only filled your fire more to be the best there ever was and this is how the nickname ‘princess’ started. Supposedly to them you had all the qualities for being a princess; strong, brave, relentless, respectful and most of all, beautiful.

Honestly, you’ve never thought the nickname would be used that offered but oh how wrong were you. You were called princess more than your actual name and most of the time people didn’t know your name. They only knew the nickname, so when most, probably all of the Leafs called you by the nickname, you didn’t think anything of it.

“Hey, gingersnap.” Connor’s smirked turned into a smile and his blue eyes sparkled with mischief. You didn’t do anything but stare at them and let him continue to let him hold you so close. “You know when you check someone, you’re supposed to let go of them.” You couldn’t help but mock the Leaf player.

“Oh, really.” His face showed nothing but fake understanding. “Sorry.” Connor shrugged his shoulders. “Must’ve skipped that week in juniors?” He joked as a playful smirk appeared on his handsome face.

“Hmm.” You leaned your head back a little letting it rest on the glass. “Must’ve.” You both smiled at each other ignoring the chirps from each Leafs and Furies.

“So,” the ginger started, letting go of your practice jersey so his gloved hands could fall to his sides. “Does the princess have a prince?”

You pretended to think about it then answered. “What makes you think I need one.” Connor looked baffled at first which gave you the leverage to put your hands on his chest and push off the wall.

Once you pushed him away, you started to skate towards your teammates but he wasn’t that far behind. “But doesn’t all of the Disney princesses have princes?” This caused you to turn away, making you skate backwards.

“Merida and Elsa.” You shrugged your shoulders and lifted up your arms. “Maybe next time, gingersnap?”

“Definitely, princess.” His smile caused butterflies in your stomach but you weren’t going to give up that easily.


After practice, you and the rest of the girls ended up in the locker room taking off the practice equipment and said your goodbyes.

Not really caring, you walked out in nothing but a purple sports bra and black athletic shorts with sneakers to match. “Princess.” You didn’t stop because you were just ready to get home and take a shower. “Princess, hey.“You heard the footsteps get louder and closer. “Y/n.” This caused you to stop and immediately turn around to see a panting ginger, sprinting towards you. “Geez, you move fast.”

Yes, Connor.” You questioned the man.

“I, I just.” He nervously scratched the back of his neck. “I was wondering if you would like to get lunch?” Normally, you’d say no but since he knew your name and not just the one your teammates gave you. You’ll give him a shot.

“Pick me up in a hour.” You smirked before walking away from him.

“But I don’t have your number or know where you live.” You smirked to yourself and continued to walk.

“You didn’t think that I’ll give up that easy did ya, Con? I’m a princess after all.”


Program: Paint Tool SAI 
Canvas: 1950x1950 px at 300 dpi
Time taken: 1 hour to sketch, 2 hours to color.  
Tools used: brush tool for lineart at a low density and the pen tool at full density to color. Water tool was used on the skin for a subtle gradient.
Overall process: Lineart is set on multiply. Flats are on different layers and layer masks (skin, hair, jersey, gloves and background, etc). Right clicking picks up the color your cursor is currently over. I use it between colors to blend. The more you do it the softer it will look. Compare how the flowers are colored to how the skin is.

Inside Joe Jonas' Low-Key Luxury Chic

DNCE leader shows off vintage Godzilla T-shirt, Cuban-cigar collection and other prized items from personal style stash

“I’m a pretty big nerd,” says Joe Jonas, sitting in the L.A. house he’s newly dubbed “the Shaq-teau.” If you’re wondering why, check out the life-size cutout of NBA great Shaquille O'Neal that greets you upon entrance. Jonas – who just released his debut LP with his disco-pop crew, DNCE – has come a long way since his teen days as a sitcom star on the Disney Channel. But he’s kept a boyish sensibility, even as he’s become a little more rugged and sophisticated with age.

“As a band, we’ve always been attracted to fashion and our own versions of that,” he says, “My bass player [Cole Whittle] would, like, find a vest from a guy who’s doing scaffolding work in the Lower East Side. Whatever lets you be yourself.” For Jonas, that means having a house stocked with childhood memorabilia, as well as fine art and a wardrobe that mixes leather and letterman jackets in vibrant, dime-store comic-book colors.

Godzilla Shirt

“I was in a really rad vintage store in Harajuku when I found the T-shirt, and I freaked out. Like, ‘No way, a Godzilla shirt in Japan!’ I’m a pretty big nerd; I loved all those old shows. … It has all the villains from the movie on the back. I think it was still on the mannequin – I had to barter with the guy to keep it.

"Harajuku is one of the best shopping areas I’ve seen in the world. We always try and take a day off and go lose our minds there. That time we only got 30 minutes – I really lucked out. It’s the one shirt I’ll always wear until it falls off.”

G.I. Joe Vintage Lunchbox

“I loved G.I. Joe as a kid. I used to collect the action figures; I also loved the show. I thought I was gonna make all this money and eventually sell all my G.I. Joes. Then I found out my little brother Frankie ripped out all my action figures to play with. I was pretty bummed out, but he had a good time.

"I found the lunchbox somewhere in London. … You know, to keep a piece of my childhood. You find the most bizarre stuff around the world, all this stuff from America. Like, we were in Japan and I found T-shirts from my hometown, Wyckoff, New Jersey.”

Vintage Tuffy Boxing Gloves

“The gloves were a gift from Cole. They’re these vintage gloves from the Thirties or Forties. They’re very worn-in. To me they represent hard work. I have them hanging up in my bedroom – they’re like the first thing I see in the morning. I don’t use those, though – I have newer boxing gloves that I take with me on tour.

"I got more serious about boxing in the last year. I joined a gym in L.A. called Unbreakable. They do all kinds of training – MMA fighters, boxers, former athletes. They’ll link you up with so many different, unique trainers. When I was on the floor, I fought one of the trainers, Ava Knight – she’s a flyweight boxing champ. She is an incredible trainer; she puts me through the ringer.  I’ve learned so much from her.

"For me, [boxing] is therapeutic! You just lose yourself. You can zone out, not think too much. You’re just listening for the clock. Doing the same routine at the gym gets really annoying and boring. You can box anywhere – at home, in a hallway, inside, outside. On tour it’s very useful.”

Giants Bomber Jacket

“I’m a big-time Giants fan. I grew up right by the stadium. The band always tries to go to games when we’re in New York. We’ve gone to three games this season. This jacket is vintage. I got lucky and found it at a pop-up shop in Brooklyn. Brooklyn’s obviously very good for shopping. I rock it as much as I can. My guitarist, JinJoo, went to her first Giants game recently and has been feeling [the jacket]. She’s been wearing it quite a bit.”

Extensive Knife Collection

“It was kind of an accidental gift. One late, drunken night, my friend was trying to figure out what he was going to buy me for my birthday, and on an infomercial there was a collection of 150-something knives for $90. That was my birthday present from him. … It came in the mail months later and I was shocked.”

Louis Vuitton Slip-On Sneakers

“[Designer] Kim Jones gifted me these, from a collection he did with Colette in Paris. I don’t even like to touch these shoes because they’re really special to me and [there are] only a couple in the world. I wore them a couple weeks ago and now they’re on my shelf because they are a prized possession and a special memory.”

Cuban Cigars

“These are probably all Cuban – Cohiba Behikes. Me and my younger brother Nick are big cigar smokers, we probably have multiple humidors at this point. The cigar box itself has the presidential seal on it. I tell people it was a gift from George Washington when they come over, [from] George Washington’s great-great-great-great granddaughter. … But it’s definitely not true.”

Art by Alejandro Diaz-Ayala

“I’ve gone to Miami for Art Basel over the last couple years. I’m not a pro collector, but I guess that’s the beauty of art – I just grab stuff that I’m really attracted to. … There’s this guy Alejandro Diaz-Ayala – he’s from Mexico and is very famous for his graffiti art. I saw his work in Miami a couple years ago. I got to meet him recently. The only way I can describe it is meeting your favorite artist and actor. … He’s such a rad guy. This painting reminds me of Elvis in a way. It reminds me of my friend John.”

Art by Ryan Hewett

“Ryan Hewett is South African, but I saw his work at the Unit London. He just … kills it. He does these really big, portrait-style works. I was looking through his pieces, wanting to buy something. Then I stopped at these two figures sparring – I think one of them is Muhammad Ali.”

Rick Ross Ashtray, Assorted Art Books

“There’s an awesome artist named DeerDana – she made this cool ashtray and sent it to me. The coffee-table book was a gift from Peter Tunney; it’s actually an art piece. He worked with hundreds of other artists pulling together different curated skull pieces and they made a book – he designed the outside cover.”

Arm Tattoo

“There’s this artist named Curtis Montgomery – he’s based in Toronto and Montreal. I’ve been a big fan of his work; some of it is pretty perverse, pretty crazy. Or naughty, I should say. I really love the way he does line work. For those who don’t have tattoos, clean line work is hard to find. I was in Toronto; it was during the storm Jonas. I was doing a radio takeover in Canada, so we called it the Storm Jonas Takeover. I had a few hours to kill, so I called Curtis. He magically had the next few hours off. And it turned out he was at a shop just down the street.

"I’ve always been attracted to the number three. It’s got three points; I’ve got three brothers. Another important thing is the hand – it’s an open hand, a female hand. It’s giving, like Mother Nature.”

Jonas Brothers With the Obama Family

“I’ve been lucky to go to the White House a couple times. This photo is from when we played with Paul McCartney. The experience was one thing I was both … so excited to do and couldn’t wait to be done. I was nervous the whole time, playing for all these iconic people. But our first time there was especially memorable. We played just after Obama became president. Me and my brothers got a call being like, 'Hi, can you get on a plane and play for Obama’s daughters?’ We were the surprise at the end of a scavenger hunt for the girls. It’s so cool to have been a part of that era.”

Orange Bomber Jacket

“A paparazzi took a photo of me walking [in this jacket] next to a construction cone. So I tweeted it with caption, 'Who wore it better?’”

Shaquille O'Neal Cardboard Cutout

“When Cole and I lived together, we’d call our house the 'Chateau.’ We’d collect cardboard cutouts from radio stations and encourage fans to bring them to us onstage. We played on the James Corden show once – Cole is really good friends with the art director there. The guy made us these amazing cardboard cutouts – one of them was a massive Shaq head. I started our performance wearing the Shaq head, pretending to be Shaq. I obviously keep that at my house. … It’s now the 'Shaq-teau.’”

Source: Rolling Stone

Part 13: A Secret Voicemail - Teen Wolf/Supernatural Crossover

[Part 1 - 12]

Beacon Hills, CA 

As soon as Liam woke up this morning and ate his breakfast, he packed his gym bag for the big home game tonight. He packed his shoes, socks, shorts, jersey, helmet, gloves, and his lacrosse stick. He doubled checked to see if he forgot got anything. He ran his fingers through his messy morning hair, only making it worse. Liam realized he had forgotten something. He rushed to his closet and skimmed through his clothes until he found what he was looking for: his away jersey. He gently yanked it off the hanger and walked back to his bed. He laid the jersey on bed and folded it neatly, then placed it carefully in his bag. She’ll be wearing my number. Liam thought to himself, as a wide smile formed on his face.

After showering and having everything ready, Liam noticed it was only 11am. Technically it’s not afternoon but he couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted to see Y/N. He wanted to see her try on the jersey before the game. He replayed the memory of their date from last night as he walked over to Y/N’s house. He couldn’t believe it took this long to get where he is with Y/N, and despite all the trouble they’ve already been through together, he’s glad he’s finally with her. He couldn’t wait for the second date, the third date, and the many more after that, and that thought didn’t scare him. Y/N was different from all the girls. She knew about all the monsters in the world, but she knew Liam wasn’t one of them, and he loved her for that.

Liam had a pep in his step as he walked up the front steps to Y/N’s house. He pushed the doorbell with his index finger. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he waited for Y/N to answer the door. He rang the bell again. He stood in front of the door with his hands in his pockets and his gym bag slung over his shoulder. Liam figured she was still asleep. He walked over to get the hidden key in the turtle shell she mentioned last night.

Liam gently touched the door handle, about to put the key in to unlock the door, but realized the door was already opened about half an inch. He couldn’t believe he didn’t notice it before. He let the excitement of seeing her get in the way. Liam peeked through the small opening, hoping to see if someone was there. Suddenly his heighten scents kicked in. He didn’t hear Y/N in the house. There was not one heartbeat in the house. Liam quickly stiffened as he smelled an unfamiliar scent. Liam flung the door open and he couldn’t believe what he saw.

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Headcanon that Jack goes to Pride in his hockey jersey and gloves bc I couldn’t find a better picture to use shhh in pastel pan colours because a) he keeps getting called gay or bi by the media and he wants to remind people that pansexuality actually exists and b) Bitty says he looks good in pastels

So the Falconers sell a limited edition Zimmermann jersey in these colours with the proceeds going to LGBTQ charities and, listen, I’m pansexual and there’s one thing I know about being pan and it’s that we get so little representation that if this happened there would be a whole army of pan people who developed a sudden interest in ice hockey overnight

But that’s not the point

The point is that Jack phoned Lardo at three am like “I couldn’t sleep and I had this idea for Pride and now I think I’m about to ruin my bathtub with cyan dye”

And Lardo’s just like “welcome to art, bro”


Old hockey gloves, jerseys and framed photos were displayed on one side of Gordie Howe’s flower-draped coffin, friends and family members were seated on the other. Standing nearby were some of hockey’s biggest names — Wayne Gretzky, Scotty Bowman and Steve Yzerman to name a few — who swapped stories and shared memories of the man known as Mr. Hockey.

“Somebody said it best this morning that (Jean) Beliveau, the Rocket (Maurice Richard) and Gordie — they were the three people that probably could change a hockey rink into a cathedral,” Gretzky said. “And when you walked in, it was more like a church today. It’s really special.”

The Joe Louis Arena doors opened Tuesday morning for the 12-hour public visitation to honour Howe, who died Friday at age 88. A steady stream of fans and well-wishers shuffled slowly down a red carpet towards Howe’s coffin for the chance to say goodbye to the man many consider to be the greatest player ever.

“There won’t be another equal to Gordie Howe in my mind,” said Red Wings fan Jim McIntyre of Chatham, Ont. “In my mind, he was the king of hockey and he was also a prince of man.”

The Associated Press (Photos by Getty Images and The Associated Press)

Soccer fight (Luke)

A/n- this is the same team and jersey and stuff from you get hit in the boob. Kind of like a part two. Read the other one first. I would give you a link, but I don’t know how.

You wanted to get back into the game, but your boob still hurt. The score was now 6-4 and the girl that kick the ball at yours and y/f’s boob was scoring them all.

“Y/n, go in as goalie” you hear your coach yell at you. So you got up and put on the goalie jersey and your gloves.

Your main positions were forward and goalie. It was either, score the goals, or block the goals.

The referee asked you if you were ready, and you gave a thumbs up. He then blew the whistle and the game carried on.

You watched as the game went, your replacement forward taking the ball up, but the defense took it away and booted it up.

The ball went to the girl that hit you and y/n, number 26.

She was fast, she dodged the middles and then the defense. She got up closer to the goal and kicked it.

With your reflexes, you jumped at the high ball and punched it out.

You hear everyone on your side cheer and the other side groaning.

The ball was now at our side, and the same thing happens, the defense take it away, passes it to number 26 and she kicks it. This time it’s a solid kick.

You use block the ball by catching it. Everyone cheers on your side, and the other side lets out boos.

You kick the ball up high and to the other side. One of your middles gets it and takes it up. She then passes it to the forward.

The ref. blows the whistle, offsides.

Their goalie walks up to the ball and gives it a good kick to 26. 26 takes the ball up fast. You noticed how she has space in between her and the ball, you take advantage of it.

You run up to her and snatched it from her. You didn’t pick it up, but you start to dribble the ball past everyone, and into the goal.


You began to walk back to your goal, and 26 gave you a dirty look. You smiled.

The game continued and she had the ball again. She came running and running, until she was at the corner of the goal post.

Before she can kick it, you Were already on top of the ball.

She knew you were on it, and she got mad.

She began to kick you and kick you, trying to get the ball away from your grip.

You were still on the grass, on top of the ball, staying as stiff as possible.

Everyone was shocked. Luke was on his feet yelling.

She just continued to kick you in the ribs. After a few more kicks, the referee pulled her away, and gave her a red card.

You were angry, it didn’t hurt that much, but you were mad.

You began to take off you gloves and you put the ball next to the goal post. You walked up to the girl and jumped on her.

Everyone began to cheer on your side as you punched her in the face and pulled her hair.

You ended up kneeing her, leaving a broken nose, black eye, busted lip.

You ended up getting a red card too, but it was worth it.

Before you left, you grabbed the ball and threw it at her boob. She winced in pain.

You then walked away and back to y/f and Luke who’s mouths were on the floor.

“I told you I was going to drop that bitch.”

“We have a picture of him as a 3-month-old with a little Dodger jersey and a glove,” Octavio says. “So he was definitely going to be introduced to sports early, and he took to it right away.” Today 10-year-old Jake is on his baseball league’s All-Star team.

Meanwhile his sister, 8-year-old Alyssa, has a passion for gymnastics. She, too, was a natural, her parents say — swinging on the monkey bars at age 2, and practicing the splits on a balance beam today.

The parents know that the physical exercise their kids are getting is good for their health. But that’s not their only motivation for encouraging the children to participate in organized athletics.

Benefits Of Sports To A Child’s Mind And Heart All Part Of The Game

Photo Credit: Benjamin B. Morris for NPR

  • what she says: im fine
  • what she means: why dont enough people talk about peakbin? small boyfriends. sports guy and his sing-song boyfriend. baseball game dates where joel looks more fanatical than matt w/ his painted face and his jersey and the catcher's glove he found in a dumpster; joel catching a fly ball while matt's getting them more beer and never letting matt live it down. joel buying wine for them on every special occasion, pretending to forget that matt's not a wine guy so he can drink it all himself. bourbon boyfriends. eclectic music played when they drive anywhere together. joel going w/ matt to buy a nice suit and totally feeling him up in the changing room. matt blushing when joel teases him anywhere but behind closed doors, then turning around and wrecking his shit the second they get home. small boyfriends. small peakbin. small baby voice. thanks.