softball tournaments

For You, I’ve Got All the Time in the World

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Author: T💕
Request: “Can you do a Teen Wolf imagine where the reader is Issac’s sister and after suffering from so many years of abuse from their father along with her bother she is scared of males, (excluding Issac) because of it. -Thank you😊”
Warnings: Mentions of abuse
Author’s note: I changed this just a teeny bit.

                                                       Y/N’s P.O.V 

       "Hey, Princess.“ My brother, Issac, greeted as he walked into the class that the two of us had together.
       I smiled, "Hi, Issac!”
       My brother sat beside me. “How are you feeling. Like, you know…” I knew he was talking about the beating I had suffered the previous night from our dad.
       I winced at the thought of it. My hand drifted to the right side of my rib cage. It was covered in bruises and shallow cuts. It was a sad metaphor of how I felt on the inside. “I’m okay. Nothing we haven’t dealt with before, right?” I laughed at the cruel humor of mine and Issac’s life.
       "Hey, Y/N. Hey, Issac.“ Scott greeted with a crooked smile.
        I sank down in my seat and mumbled a "hello”. I saw the way Scott’s face dropped after our interaction. I know that Scott has feelings for me, and of course I have feelings for him, but I can’t trust any man because of my dad. Well, other than Issac. But you build trust for someone fast when you grow accustomed to eachothers screams and cries in pain.

                                                      Scott’s P.O.V

     I swear I could feel my heart break into pieces. I know what Y/N is going through at home. Well, not personally, but I could feel her pain. No girl like her deserves to be treated like that. Honestly, neither of them do.
       Issac pulled me to the side. “Hey, man, don’t take that to heart. It’s nothing you did, it’s our dad. She has this mental block when it comes to trusting men. She’s alway afraid of getting hurt. Emotionally and physically.”
       I rubbed the back of my neck. “But, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, Issac. She has to know that…”
       He put his hand on my shoulder. “She’s trying, believe me. But, she flinches everytime a man raises his hand around her. I mean, she had a panic attack when Derek tried to highfive her. And Derek couldn’t lay a hand on Y/N if his life depended on int.”
       The bell rang and Issac and I went to our seats.
       I looked over to Y/N’s seat and met her gaze. I saw her cheeks get red and heard her heartbeat speed up. She smiled a small smile and then waved at me. Dumbstruck, I waved back and smiled at her.

                                                           Y/N’s P.O.V

       As soon as Scott and I locked eyes, I didn’t think I would ever have the amount of courage it took for me to have any sort of interaction with a man other than my brother. But I waved and smiled at him anyway.
       Issac saw what happened and smiled at me so wide that I thougnt he was going to break his cheeks. “Look at you!” He whispered and put his arm around my shoulders like he always does. “It’s all about progress and taking baby steps, Princess. You got this.”

                                            X    X    X   X   X    X    X   X   X   X

       The bell rang and we all packed up our stuff. “Y/N?” Scott said from behind me. Issac nodded encouragingly at me when I looked at him.
       I smiled at Scott. “Yes?”
       I never thought I would ever see anyone but my brother smile at me the way Scott did. As a matter of fact, nobody has ever smiled at me the way he did. Issac smiles at me, but it’s always a sibling love behind his eyes, but there was something different about Scott’s.
       "Do-uh-do you mind if I walk with you to your locker?“ It took me a second to gather my thoughts. All I’ve ever known is the pain and abuse from men. I don’t know if I can trust Scott. I don’t know if I can trust anyone but Issac…
       A voice in the back of my head telling me that I should try to trust Scott. Maybe it’s the way he looks at me the same way people look at the stars in the midnight sky or fireworks on the Fourth of July. Or maybe it was the fact that I can see in his eyes that there is nothing that he wouldn’t do for me. I can see a fire behind his eyes, and I have a feeling that I was the fuel that made those flames erupt. "Not at all.” I smiled.
       As we walked out of the classroom, Issac asked me if I needed him to walk with Scott and I.
        I shook my head at my brother with sincerity. “No. It’s okay, Issac. I’m okay with walking with Scott.”
                                                             Scott’s P.O.V

       "…I’m okay with walking with Scott.“ Y/N’s words echoed through my head on a loop. I don’t know what to say or what to feel. The fact that Y/N trusts me makes me feel like my life was finally complete.
       She’s gone through so much when it comes to men, and choosing to place something as fragile as her trust in my hands, made me feel like there was nothing I couldn’t do. And I would do anything for Y/N Lahey, anything at all.
       "Scott? Hellooooo? Earth to McCall!” Y/N waved her hand in front of my face.
        I blinked away my thoughts and gave her a small smile. “Sorry, love. Let’s go.”

                                                             Y/N’s P.O.V
       Scott and I walked down the hall a few dozen feet to my locker. I out in my combo and popped open my locker. The inside door was littered with pictures of my brother and I.
      Scott looked them over. “You guys really are close, huh?”
      I pulled a picture down and held it. The picture was of me and Issac during my softball tournament. My bat was slung over my left shoulder, my uniform was covered in dirt and chalk, my eye-black was streaked down my face, but my smile was so effortly displayed on my face. Issac wasn’t looking at the camera, but he was looking at me with so much love in his eyes and in his smile. I couldn’t help but grin a little. “Yeah. But with a life like ours, we’ve gotta be.”
       "Y/N, can I tell you something?“ Scott asked me warily.
       I nodded. "Of course, Scott.”
       "I just-I want you to know that I would never, not in a million years, do anything to hurt you. I know why you have trouble trusting men. I know why you and your brother both do. And I just want to reassure you that; you can let your guard down around me. I-I know I’m not perfect, but for you, I would try my damnedest to be. I would sacrifice all I had just so that I could keep you safe. And,Y/N, I know you only really trust Issac, but I want you to try and trust me. I want you to let me in. It makes me physically sick to know that you don’t love yourself the way you should. And if you let me in, I would treat you the way a real man should. Now, I’m not asking you to trust every man, I’m just asking that you trust me the same way you trust your brother.“
       I couldn’t think of how to react. All my life my brother and I have been our dad’s punching bags. And now, Scott McCall is standing in front of me, begging me to let him in. And maybe I should. Maybe I can find some comfort from everything my dad has ever done to me in him. Maybe Scott can help me feel everything in my life that has been broken or hurt. Maybe Scott McCall is my safe heaven.
       I took a deep breath. "Okay, Scott. I will let you in. But just-just don’t try to rush the healing, alright? I know it’s going to take some time to learn to trust another man that isn’t Issac.”
       Scott lifted my head up with his hand, making me flinch ever so slightly. “Y/N, I don’t care if it takes forever. I will be here for you through hell and back, and nothing and no one will ever change that. Not in this life or the next.”
       "You promise?“ I ask in a whisper.
       "I promise.” He said.


Watched Kong. I thought it was awesome. Wifebot didn’t want to go…..she did….she also loved the movie too.

I thought it was going to be cold yesterday, it wasn’t. Not complaining. Under estimated the sun, we brought zero sun screen. I’m feeling the burn on my ears and neck.

Wifebots birthday means I made red velvet cheesecake and mushroom risotto. I didn’t really like the cheesecake. But I don’t like red velvet. I was the only one that didn’t like it.

You know when a big, gigantic, ginormous weight is lifted off of you an amazing thing happens. You start to sleep again……….

My back has been killing me. Old age man. Never get old kids!

My craving for a sandwich was huge. A Port of Subs was right around the corner from our softball tournament yesterday. I love Port of Subs. Turkey with smokey cheddar on sour dough. Multiple mouthgasms.

I’m coaching baseball this year. It’s been 4 years since. I didn’t realize until yesterday how much I missed baseball. It was fun, re-energized me. I’m super pumped.

Have an awesome Sunday. Make your day great.

The Dwarves as Office Workers

-salesman with little etiquette but still manages to sell
-frequently swears at his computer
-uses his own ergonomically-designed keyboard

-the Jim Halpert of the company
-is the reason Thorin locks his desk
-eats other peoples’ food from the fridge

-no longer sits with Fili due to efficiency concerns; was moved near Dwalin
-flirts with his clients too much but also just enough
-has a mug with his own face on it

-hates sitting with Kili
-has been in anger management since he started the job
-has filed a whole binder of complaints with HR about his co-workers

-the HR rep
-rolls everywhere in his office chair
-must give seminars on proper office behaviour at least twice a month

-accountant who won’t use a calculator
-organizes the company softball tournament
-always has candy at his desk

-the secretary
-hides behind his desk more than he works
-is bad at answering phone

-customer service rep
-always eating, like even during meetings. he once walked out of the bathroom with a hoagie
-has a pet fish at his desk that dies on a regular basis; Bofur replaces it secretly so he doesn’t know

-public relations rep
-has saved the company from several scandals
-uses hand sanitizer almost constantly

-accountant who counts on his finger
-always having to redo forms because of his doodling
-one broken pen away from a nervous breakdown

-quality assurance rep more concerned about quantity
-never leaves the office without at least a dozen pieces if company property
-is the reason the microwave smells like feet

-assistant manager
-hates the photocopier
-has a hip flask and keeps a bottle of whiskey in his desk

-uses an old-fashioned fountain pen
-is head of the party planning committee; hates parties
-sneak frequent drinks from Gloin’s desk whiskey

Just Another Couple (You x EXO Baekhyun)--vampire!au

baekhyun or kai angst^^ 

baekhyun vampire smut pls((((: thank you!

So I ended up combining these two requests together into one scenario, since it just kind of worked out that way! I can’t quite make it smut, but I can try and make it sweet! I hope that this is okay!


“You know…I don’t think we exactly have a healthy relationship.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean the fact that I’m drinking an Americano and you’re having…”

“B positive? Normal couples don’t do that?”

Baekhyun chuckles to himself as you give him a dark look, sipping from his discreet coffee cup. Having a boyfriend that was a vampire definitely had its quirks. He had never hurt you, but sometimes he did disappear during the weekends and returned grumpy after a long day without a proper fill-up. But so far, he was sweeter than you could have ever asked him to be, so you try to take it all in stride. Good girlfriends did that for their vampires, right?

“Just worry about the game.” Baekhyun kisses you on the forehead. “It’s not human blood, I promise.

Today Baekhyun had come out to support you at a softball tournament you were playing in. You worked at a company that liked to have “community events”, otherwise known as show-up-or-your-fired sports games and nights out. As a result, you were donning a matching jersey and hat with the rest of your department coworkers. You had instructed a very sleepy Baekhyun that he didn’t have to come, but he had surprised you during the third inning by arriving, tired but awake, and sneaking into the stands. All your friends had had a chance to coo over him, and now it was back to business.

“You’re up!” Your friend Soohwa waves you over to the batting mound. You focus carefully on the pitcher: it was Choi Yoobin, from the accounting department. He had a killer arm from working out so much, but you were focused. If you hit a home run, you could end the game early and hopefully get back to cuddling with Baek in time for morning cartoons and another round of coffee.

Yoobin eyes you, and you squeeze the bat a little tighter. He’s looking at the pitcher…is he going to throw it high or low? To the left? No, he did that already! Maybe he’ll go for the center? I just have to-


You swing, connecting with the ball and sending it straight down center field. It’s the perfect hit for an out, but luckily, center field is the shorter guy from human resources. It goes zooming over his head, landing in the grass beyond the diamond.

“GO jagiYAAAAA GO!” Baekhyun shrieks, his voice cracking right in the middle. You run as fast as you, touching first, second, and third base. Home is in sight…

“Jump!” Soohwa urges you, seeing the ball is coming your way. You leap, landing right in the dirt and sliding all the way to home base. 


“Yes!” You jump up and down, pumping your fist in the air. Your teammates congratulate you, mostly grateful that everyone would get to go home now. 

“Hey, ____-ssi!” Yoobin jogs up to you. “Good hit.”

“Thanks.” You smile.

He frowns. “But…doesn’t that hurt?”

“What?” You tilt your head. What is he talking about? “That.” He points to your chin. “And that.” You inspect yourself, touching your face. Your fingers come away bloody. “Ah, I must have done it earlier.” You wince. Further inspection produces scrapes on your hand and elbows, as well as a nasty scrape on your knee. Your coworkers fuss over you. “I’m fine, really-”

“I’ll take care of it.” 

The girls stare in envy as Baekhyun makes his way across the diamond. He inspects the cuts himself, then presses a tissue to your chin. “I’ll fix you up at home, okay?” He pinches your cheek. 

“You’re so lucky.” Soohwa sighs as Baekhyun kneels so that you can climb on his back. “My boyfriend would never do that for me.”

“Well, I’m not just any boyfriend.” Baekhyun winks at her, and you pinch him in the side.


Back at home, Baekhyun busies himself with finding some first aid supplies, leaving you sitting on the edge of the kitchen table. 

“Seriously, Baekhyun, it’s not that big of a deal!” You call, rolling your eyes. He’s built a stash of totally useless things beside you, including a bar of soap, some tissues, and a sock. What was he really planning on doing with that? “I can take care of it myself.”

“Stop it.” Baekhyun orders, finally returning with a first aid kit. “Let me do it.”

You sigh, letting him dab at the injuries with a wet towel. He’s surprisingly quiet and focused, gently dabbing around the wound. “Are you okay?” You ask him after a few minutes of silence. He looks up at you, and your breath catches in your throat. “I’m fine, why do you ask?”

“Baek.” Your voice catches in your throat.

His eyes are a pulsating red, the kind you’ve only ever seen once when Baekhyun made himself leave the apartment one time. You immediately reach for the towel. You’d been way to careless. Why hadn’t you thought of this before?! You knew from back the human blood was the strongest, and caused him the most problems sometimes. “I’m okay.” He senses your discomfort. “Let me finish it up.” 

To your surprise, he finishes up without hesitation. “You really ought to have more faith in me.” He murmurs, putting a bandage over your knee. “I’ve been a vampire for longer than you know.”

“I know.” You swallow guiltily. “But shouldn’t I be worried? Look at your eyes!”

“I know they’re red!” He retorts hotly. “It’s human blood! What can I do?”

“I don’t know!” Your voice squeaks in fear. “I don’t know what you can do!”

He rolls his eyes, then freezes in disbelief. “You don’t honestly think that I would bite you, do you?”

You bite your lip, trying not to meet his eyes. “Baek…”

“You think I would bite you? The girl that I love, the one that makes me so unbelievably happy…you think…that I would bite you?” The hurt is evident in his voice, and you cringe. “I’m sorry!” You burst. “We haven’t been dating long enough for me to be sure, and don’t pretend like I know everything about you! Don’t yell at me for wanting to be safe!”

“Oh, is that it?” He scoffs. “You think I’m dangerous?”

“That is not what I said!”

“Forget it!” He frowns. “I don’t deserve this!”

“Baekhyun, I just need time to-”

You try to explain yourself,  but Baekhyun isn’t having any of it. “You know, I thought you would understand.” He shakes his head. “But you’re not really that different from anyone else.”


Baekhyun doesn’t call you for the rest of the day. There is no cuddling, to coffee, no morning cartoons. Your Saturday has been completely flipped upside down. The worst part about it is that you may have just lost your boyfriend, and you didn’t even mean to do it. 

When Soohwa calls you in the evening, you gladly accept, eager to get out of your quiet apartment. You meet her a busy Japanese restaurant, eager to get your frustrations out with your friend. 

“What do you mean, you guy had a fight?” Soohwa wrinkles her nose as she waits for her udon to cool, stirring it absently. “You two were the perfect couple this morning! Half the girls in the office asked if I knew if Baekhyun had any friends!”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. You couldn’t very well tell her that the whole argument had been over the fact that Baekhyun was a vampire. “We started arguing and he just…exploded.” You chew a piece of tempura thoughtfully, trying to avoid feeling sad all over again. 

“Well, who started the argument?” Soohwa asks.

“Me…I think.” You hesitate. “We just disagreed about something.”

“There’s no way.” Soohwa shakes her head. “You guys don’t disagree.”

“We’re just another couple. Like anyone else” You say hotly. Or at least, that’s what you kept trying to tell yourself.

“You two need to work it out.” She makes her final judgment. “You two are a really good couple. I’m sure whatever it was will seem really stupid once you talk it out. Call him.”


It seems like forever waiting on Baekhyun to show up at your place after you come back from dinner. He lets the phone ring for a long time before answering, and doesn’t say much while you talk. But eventually your doorbell does ring, and you let him in.

“So…we should talk about what happened earlier.” You clear your throat. “I’m sorry…about what I did.” He looks up at you. “I made an assumption about what you were doing.” You continue. “And I shouldn’t have done that. I trust you. I’m sorry if I made you feel like I didn’t.”

He’s quiet for a moment before speaking up. “No, I’m the one who should be sorry.” He rubs his temples tiredly. “I always feel at home around you, but today was the first time that I realized that you might not feel safe around me. That was just kind of shocking for me. I should have seen things from your side.” Clearly you argument had been bothering him a lot, too. 

“I made a mistake.” You shake your head. “I treated you…like a vampire, and not the boyfriend who loves me.”

“Well, that is who I am.” He laughs weakly. 

“No, it’s not!” You’re surprised by your own opposition. “You’re Byun Baekhyun, my boyfriend. You’re sweet, and you’re caring, and you make me so, so happy.” You pull him close to you, and he laughs, squeezing your hand. “I am the luckiest guy. You have no idea.”

“I hate it when we fight.” You sigh into his neck. He pulls away from you, giving you a pointed look. 

“Then it seems like we have some making up to do, doesn’t it?”

You tilt your head. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I do seem to remember a certain girlfriend promising me all morning in bed.” He says innocently. “And that never happened.”

“We can do it tomorrow.” You offer.

He gives you a wicked grin, scooping you up and carrying you down the hall to your room. “Or we could start tonight.”


Scenario end~! I hope that you all enjoyed reading this one! Thank you to the anons who requested! I’ve still got some time before I have to return to university, so if there is something you want to request, please do! I’m working through them! Thanks for reading! ~Jjangpanda


Hanakumamii Character Challenge ⌒☆

Day 3 || A character who looks like you
               ↪️ Naho Takamiya (高宮 菜穂) / Orange

April 20
Ball Game Tournament

They ask me to be a pinch hitter for the softball tournament.

◎ I refuse and later regret it. Please, I want you to accept the pinch hitter request.

I will fall in love with Kakeru that day.

Day 45/100: I actually have no idea what day this is supposed to be, but 45 seems like a good number to start back up on. Despite being barely a human being this past weekend, thanks to the UVA softball tournament, I’ve been surprisingly productive today! I’ve gotten half of tomorrow’s reading done, and should have some free time tonight to outline and watch Kubo and the 2 Strings, which is on Netflix!! I may turn off the computer and go outside to do my reading before class though…. it’s so nice out! ☉🕶📚📖📔🌞

I’m playing a LGBT+ tournament for softball and my team is full of lesbians and it’s just so sweet and wonderful watching them be cute with their girlfriends like little smooches in the dugout and one girl gently grabbed her girlfriends hand after a high five and softly kissed it and another was concerned over her girlfriends face getting red from the sun and it’s just so sweet I’m having so much fun

It’s been one month, two weeks, and one day since you left. I am still kind of in love with you. I know you aren’t, and that’s okay. You mean too much to me for me to let you go entirely.
We’re finally in a good place, but it’s so painful for me to watch you fall for this boy who doesn’t know you as well as he should. I know you, your insecurities, your imperfections, what makes you cry and what keeps you awake at night. I know what stressed you out so badly that week that you almost broke down. I know how to make you smile and laugh.
But I know you don’t want me anymore. You want this golden boy who is probably much better for you. He can talk with you about your favorite shows and take you to dinner and meet your parents without causing a problem. Your sister will adore him and he will make her smile when you bring him home for the first time. He will give you flowers and chocolate and make you happier than I ever could.
He will know when you give you space. He will never be clingy and needy. He will kiss you so softly on your front porch after bringing you home right before curfew. He will come to every softball game and tournament and cheer you on, the loudest thing in that place. He will love you with all of his heart and you will love him too.
You will forget all the times we held hands under the theater seats and the time you had to go home early and I walked you out even when I had class. The necklace I gave you the day you told me you liked me will be buried in the back of a drawer, long forgotten and covered in dust. 
I hope one day you come across a picture of us somewhere, one I forgot to delete off my page, and you’ll remember me. You’ll remember the first time you told me you loved me for real. You’ll remember the way I looked at you, as if you were the most beautiful girl I’d ever met. You are still the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. You’ll remember how  much I loved you. 
Maybe someday you will pull out the necklace and put it on, and when he asks where it came from, you’ll smile and say, “A lost love.” You will tell him about us, the hours we spent laughing with that cardboard cutout and how you scared me so badly I screamed. 
You’ll tell him I was unstable, I wasn’t always nice, but I loved you like you were the brightest spot in my small world. 
You’ll tell him I wrote poems to tell you how much I loved you, and he’ll ask what happened to us.
I hope you smile sadly and say, “We were too different. We wouldn’t have worked anyway.”
I hope that night you fall asleep with the necklace clutched in your hand, and you smile.
—  lost memories//e.r.l.
Yellow Fever - Part 2

Word Count: 2184

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language

Series Rewrite Masterlist

“Are your arms itchy?” You asked Dean. He was sprawled across the front seat of the Impala and you were sprawled in the back, waiting for Sam. “I can’t stop scratching.”

“Yeah.” He answered. “Don’t scratch it’ll get infected.”

“Are you scratching?” You were met with silence, which meant yes. “Stop it your arm will off!” Eye of the Tiger started playing on the radio and Dean ignored your protests, opting to play the air drums instead. “Jerk.”

A bang on the top of the Impala made you both jump in fear. “Dammit Sam!” You yelled when you saw it was him. You got out of the car and slammed the door, staring up at him. “Don’t scare people like that!”

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MAC MILLER • TUMBLR IRL • 9/18/15 • Pittsburgh

In the last week, Mac Miller (helloitsmacmiller​) returned home to Pittsburgh for the impending release of his major label debut, and a big agenda. Among the softball tournament, pop-up shop, tailgate and scavenger hunt, Mac threw down a Tumblr IRL for the books. 

With the help of his mom and brother, millermccormick​, the room looked like a cross between a high school auditorium and a bar-mitzvah party. He even had the classic childhood photo, Ken-Burns-effect slideshow to go with it. 

Even the mayor of Pittsburgh was there and ready to Horah.

Mac set the mood with an a-cappella “Star-Spangled Banner” and then took the crowd through a high-energy, live version of his new album, GO:OD AM, which is out now right here

Stay tuned for more pics like these, by hannahaltmanphoto.

Bad Hair Day

(Just a rumination on how Maria’s long MCU hair might end up as short as her 616 counterpart, with bonus lady-loving Sif!  Slight warning for fire, and veiled discussion of hair catching fire.  Everyone is fine, because COMICS.)

“It’s not that bad.”

“I don’t care.”

“I mean, all things considered, it’s not nearly as bad as it could’ve been.”

“I repeat. I do not care.”

“I would, if my hair looked that bad.”

Maria gritted her teeth and tried to focus on her report. “Are there classes?” she asked, jamming her thumb against the tablet, signing off on the file. “Remedial lessons? Anything that you could do to improve your bedside manner, because it seems to be getting worse by the day.”

Dr. Anna Garza made a tsking noise under her breath. “I guess I could branch out into psychology or sociology, or one of those wussy sorts of sciences-”

Maria grinned down at the long, boring listing of situational outcomes. “Aw, did the psyche division kick your asses in the softball tournament again?”

“You know they did, you were the lying, cheating, drunken umpire that allowed it to happen,” Anna said, glaring at her over the top of her clipboard. “Anyway. I could. I could try to be a better doctor all around, but that would require me to have spare time and when you keep blowing up chunks of the city and then dancing around the flames-”

“I blew up nothing,” Maria said, stabbing a finger in her direction. “It wasn’t even the Avengers this time, but I guess we could blame Stark.” She liked blaming Stark. It gave her a pleasure that was very nearly sexual. She supposed as kinks went, ‘blaming things on Tony Stark’ was pretty tame, and mostly legal.

Also, she was pretty sure that Fury knew about it, and approved.

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In fourth grade, I wore the same pair of overalls every day for an entire year. In fifth grade, it was a pair of Adidas sneakers, which I insisted on slipping my feet into every day until there were gaping holes in the toes. (The only way my mom got me to stop wearing them was by throwing them in the garbage while I was sleeping one night.) I hated the idea of looking “pretty,” I always wondered why I had to play softball and not baseball with the boys, and I was never ready for school picture day. I was a “tomboy.”

Tomboys are, by definition, young girls who tend to conform to traditionally masculine characteristics and habits when they’re young. As a former tomboy, I’m no stranger to dirt, sweat and an overwhelming obsession with Michael Jordan (he was and still is the King).

Of course, there’s nothing wrong with being a girl who’s more interested in learning to bead or braid than play sports or prefers pink to green. Being “girly” is nothing to be ashamed of – I was just never that.

My childhood was filled with bruised knees, softball tournaments and cleats. And I know there are many women out there who can relate. These experiences shaped who I am today, leaving me with amazing memories, a specific fashion sense and a wicked competitive streak.

This one goes out to every lady who still has trouble putting on her $1.99 CVS eyeliner. 

Here are 17 things every former tomboy knows to be true.