for the anon that wanted pics and gifs of pau behaving like a kid. i mean that’s him 99% of the time. he comes under the definition of ‘smol’ and ‘baby’ in the dictionary. also sorry for taking this long.
we’ve got his weird way of twerking this looks like when a baby is first learning to walk and they sort of on their hands and feet and rock back and forth
this was just cute and i had to put it in. forget the jacket, hugging my mate is more important.
aggressive angry child???
creepy stalker kid
pumped up kid
duck face kid
having fun decorating christmas trees
any post game celebration gif and videos
baby photo bomb
a boy’s best friend
playing with his own bobble head
1. paulo being an annoying fucker and not letting mira talk [x]
Request: “request where simon and calfreezy both like you so they make a bet whoever wins the sidemen soccer match gets to kiss you ? you can choose who”
Warning: There are like two bad words. And some cringey jokes. Yikes
Note: This was originally 2200 words but then I cut out like 400 of them (it was super angsty you should be thanking me). Big, huge, gigantic thanks to Ayu ( @sdmntokyo ) for making this gif for me even while she’s on hiatus. If that isn’t love I don’t know what is. Happy reading :)
Clarke woke to the sound of her phone, vibrating angrily against the wood of the bedside table. Disoriented and half-asleep, she gazed at the tiny alarm clock next to her, wondering who would have the audacity to call at 3am. She grabbed the phone, staring at the unfamiliar number and fearing the worst as she swiped the screen.
There was a dedicated pause, followed by the sound of low, soft chucking. A moment later Lexa’s voice filled her ear.
“Her unmistakable skill is coupled with a relentless work ethic, and while such remarkable talent could easily make the young phenom cocksure, she possesses an equally remarkable sense of humility.”
The corner of Clarke’s lip pressed agains the cool glass of the phone as she smiled, embarrassed to hear her own words read back to her.
Can you do Kandreil getting walked in on by the other Foxes and their reactions? I love your writing! :)
Also: More Kandreil please! Maybe the other Foxes reacting to their relationship? Or them getting together?
And: AHHHH I NEED MORE KANDREIL SHOWER SEXYTIMES!!!!
(pssst if you want more of kandreil getting walked in on, check this post!!)
The boys haven’t been going out of their way to hide their relationship, but it’s not like they flaunt it (and the other Foxes are pretty oblivious lbr)
In fact, they start to worry because Kevin and Neil seem to be yelling at each other more often than usual. Matt actually tries to bring it up once (“You don’t have to take his shit, Neil, Exy isn’t that important. Want me to talk to him??” but Neil is just like “wat??? its??? fine?”
(bc we all know he & Kevin use their game-fueled sexual tension as foreplay, exhibits a, b, and c)
ANyway, it’s the aftermath of a particularly hard game that ends up getting them caught. Kevin & Neil are still riding high on the adrenaline from their win, and Andrew is pretending he doesn’t give a fuck but really he’s so turned on by the sight of his bf’s all sweaty and flushed and bright-eyed. aka it takes like 0 time for the three of them to get down n dirty :) :) :)
I know you did this once with drunk truth or dare but do you have any other hc about the foxes finding out about Neil's mom beating him? because even though it's one of the least fucked up things that's happened in his life, it's still pretty fucked up.
i do have another idea
neil’s barely socialized with the baby foxes, but he knows their stories
one of them was on the run before with their mom, so he considers talking to them
when he does, it’s with the other foxes around
he’s sitting with them at a post-game celebration and he asks them about it, breaking one of the golden fox rules,
but she (let’s name her kay) is willing to talk about it
kay tells neil she ran away from home with her mom and baby brother when she was about 9 and they ran away from her father because he used to turn guns on them every day, and they were on the run for about a year or two because he kept following them
she also tells him that her mother was physically abusive, especially when they were on the run, and kay had to take care of her brother most of that time
he listens to her story intently, and when she recounts her mother’s abuse, he nods and says he understands because his mother was the same way
kay stops with her cup against he lips and looks at him in confusion
“didn’t she… run with you to save you from that?”
“she ran to save me from a fate worse than death.”
“oh. yeah. that makes sense.”
it doesn’t come up again for weeks, and when it does it’s because kay is having nightmares and neil is the only one who understands what it’s like
he’s out at eden’s with the old gang but kay is texting him and he’s actually using his phone!!!
nicky starts to freak out and he’s like “oh my god neil is using his phone and he’s not texting andrew! unless he’s texting andrew. neil, i know we have unlimited texts, but you don’t need to text him. he’s right next to you.”
“i’m not texting andrew.”
“i know you love me, neil, but i’m right here. across the table from you.”
“i’m texting kay.”
“kay? creepy girl? why?”
“she’s having nightmares about her dad trying to kill them and her mom hitting her and i’m the only one who can understand exactly how it is.”
“how do you know what it’s like to be abused like that by your mother?” -aaron, pissy because neil doesn’t know what it’s like to be hit by the woman who birthed you
“because mom used to hit a lesson into me.”
matt, nicky, and dan audibly gasp
aaron freezes as he’s knocking back a shot
andrew’s grip on neil’s belt loop tightens, tugging neil closer
allison and renee are just looking at neil
“she- she hit you?” kevin chokes out
“yeah. the worst time was when i kissed this french-canadian girl.”
“girl?!” - nicky
“that’s what you choose to get hung up on?” - neil
“i can’t believe she- but she was saving you from your-” - kevin
“yeah. that doesn’t mean she didn’t get mad when i messed up and could have gotten us caught, though.” - neil
“that’s fucked up.” - allison
neil nods in agreement and sighs, going back to texting kay down from her panic
everyone’s silent for a few minutes
aaron and andrew share a look that only nicky sees, and that’s only because he shared a look with both of them too
eventually things get a little too awkward for nicky’s liking and he knocks back another shot and slams the cup down and declares “i need to dance that shock out of my system. who’s with me?”
Hockey? Hockey is our game. But really it’s much more than just a game. It’s a passion that brings us all together on frozen ponds, at the community rink and in our living rooms. It’s the feeling you got the first time you stepped on the ice, the feeling you had when you scored your first goal. Hockey is in our driveways, it’s in our dreams, in every post-game celebrations. It’s in the streets every timeyour friend yells ‘CAR!’, in every rink across the country. It’s in our hearts. Hockey is a thought inside your head saying: “Wouldn’t it be amazing getting up everyday and playing, doing something that you love to do?
My testimony in support of Bill H.2779 189th --
An Act designating the song “Roadrunner” as the official rock song of the Commonwealth
I unfortunately had to run back to work, but Jon Bernhardt of WMBR’s Breakfast of Champions show volunteered to stay and read the following on the record on my behalf:
Standells scored a Top 20 hit with “Dirty Water” in 1966, the band had never
even been to Boston before, and the author of the song had only visited once.
Ask a local music fanatic about the song today, and they’ll dismiss its staying
power precisely because of the song’s phony origin. Despite its remaining
relative popularity, it is the fool’s gold of Boston’s rock and roll pedigree.
On the other hand, if you’re able to pen an ode to the place you
love in a genuine, honest way, and it connects with listeners, the reverence
will only grow over time. This is the case for The Modern Lovers’ “Roadrunner,”
written by Jonathan Richman in 1970. “Roadrunner” is an in-the-moment
celebration of humans in motion, of the unifying power of shared experiences
via the radio, and, of course, of the state of Massachusetts. This is why we’re
here today, why this bill won’t go away. It’s why the song played at the
most recent Super Bowl during the post-game celebration and the parade that
followed. It’s why a journalist from the UK made a pilgrimage here to
visit the song’s locales to try and understand the awesome power of the song.
It’s why I took my lunch break at work to come here and stand before you. To
stand up for a rock song because in a way, it seems to stand up for me.
loves the Massachusetts’ highways, its weather, its music, its people and even
its commerce options (shout-out to Stop & Shop). There is no guile to
“Roadrunner”— no hidden agenda or attempt to manipulate the emotions of the
listener. It is a stream of consciousness, gasping, true rock homage to a time
and place, and it sounds more relevant with each passing year. It is the only
song that should be considered for Massachusetts’ state rock song.
Lastly, I have some testimony from John Hodgman who grew up
in Brookline, MA, and has gone on to be featured on The Daily Show and author
several excellent books. He submitted these words to me via Twitter this
THE SONG SAYS “I’M IN
LOVE WITH MASSACHUSETTS.” What more testimony need be heard?
Wherein former Stanford scholar and current Seattle Seahawks All-Pro cornerback Richard Sherman offers up capsule reviews of the movies he’s been thinking about lately…
First of all, thanks to the entire BW/DR team for having me do this, it’s a little bit of a dream come true. While there is no doubt that I’m a once-in-a-generation shutdown corner, very few people know that I’m actually quite a cineaste as well. I’ve studied all the great masters, the great auteurs both here and abroad, past and present, and my blu-ray collection is well-stocked with no fewer than five different copies of Terry Gilliam’s Brazil, the complete collected works of Satyajit Ray (Pather Panchali remains a particular favorite, and one I return to often), Wes Anderson, Spike Lee, and Howard Hawks, as well as a signed Criterion Collection first edition of Jonathan Demme’s Stop Making Sense. So this is a bit of a thrill for me.
As you have probably heard by now, last night was a rather big night for me, my team, and the city of Seattle. By midnight I was worn out beyond all belief, beat up from the grueling physical nature of our showdown with the San Francisco 49ers in the NFC Championship game itself and the emotional rollercoaster of the post-game celebration, festivities, and controversy (you might have heard something about that as well). Still, when the time came to sleep, I found I was too amped up to do so, and so I put on a couple of different screeners the team provides us with and immersed myself in the magic of cinema, hoping it might guide me toward a more peaceful slumber. Truly transportive medium that it is, I instead found myself, several hours later, watching the early morning sun as it started to peak out through the fog of another beautiful Seattle dawn, pondering the deeper mysteries of the silver screen. Here, then, are some of those reflections…
August: Osage County - THIS IS A SORRY MOVIE. I’M THE BEST CORNER IN THE GAME AND THIS MOVIE IS A JOKE. A JOKE! DON’T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT ME, JULIA ROBERTS.
Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit - DO NOT COME AT ME WITH THIS MEDIOCRE FILM. DO NOT OPEN YOUR MOUTH ABOUT THE BEST IN THE GAME BECAUSE I WILL SHUT IT. Also, Chris Pine handled the Jack Ryan role with admirable aplomb. A tough assignment, but one he seems particularly built for.
All is Lost - Come on, Robert Redford. COME ON. I am better at life than you. I AM THE BEST CORNERBACK IN THE GAME. IN THE GAME! YOU DO NOT COME IN HERE WITH THIS WEAKASS BOAT MOVIE UNLESS YOU WANT TO GET SHUT UP QUICK. YOU PUT ME AND YOU ON A BOAT TOGETHER, IT’S ME SURVIVING. GAME.
Her - A surprisingly meditative and innovative look at what it means to be a human being, alive and in love, in our modern digitocracy. Writer/director Spike Jonze seems to be both pointing out the isolation inherent in any society that turns first and most quickly to its screens and machines as well as commenting on the inevitable allure of those same screens–how we tell them all about ourselves, and then turn to bask in the warm glow of feeling fully known. It’s a remarkable achievement, at its best almost sublime, and I offer a tip of the hat to all involved.
Elysium - WTF, Neill Blomkamp. Neill Blomkamp I’m gonna crush you on here, in front of everybody. EVERYBODY WILL SEE IT. You’re better than that. Whenever you refer to me, whenever you speak to me, whenever you address me, address me as All-Pro Stanford graduate because those are some accomplishments you will aspire to but never accomplish.
So I guess that’s my time for this first installment. Thanks again to Bright Wall/Dark Room for offering me this opportunity. I’d love to do it again soon, but I’ll be a bit busy the next couple of weeks. You know, the whole Super Bowl thing and all. ;)
~Mills~ It's was post game celebration, and the boys wanted to order from that strip club downtown. They called in and asked for the youngest waitress they had. I personally think that's a bit disgusting, but who am I to complain? My legs were exhausted so I was laid out on the couch when the doorbell rang. "One of you assholes get it!" I said, still laughing at a joke someone had made.
My arms hurt from carrying these bags full of food. We had the best burgers in town and that’s what they’d ordered, which meant that I had to go inside and set out all of the orders. Damn high school boys at their prep school.
Some jerk let me inside and led me to the kitchen. He couldn’t keep his eyes off my ass.