winning touchdown


Green Bay Packers wide receiver, Jordy Nelson spikes the ball after scoring a touchdown in the first quarter against the Minnesota Vikings at Lambeau Field on December 24, 2016. Nelson would finish the game with 154 yards receiving and 2 touchdowns. Green Bay would go on to defeat the Vikings 38-25.

photos by: Evan Siegle

Some ideas

-A cheerleader falling in love with the only girl on the football team. They kiss after the girl scores the winning touchdown at a game.
-A girl who hates bees falling in love with a beekeeper. Eventually she learns to love bees because they make her girlfriend’s eyes light up.
-A siren falling in love with a lifeguard. The siren promises to stop drowning people because it make the lifeguard’s job a hell of a lot harder.
-Girls falling in love and making each other happy

it was sudden, but i fell fast. i walked into her at the grocery store, and when i bent down to help her pick up her shopping list our eyes met and i was gone. i saw her at school every so often, but i was always swept away by my friends- talking about the latest game and our plan for the next one. it was like i was a piece of paper being torn in two, two personalities trapped in a single body. one day in calculus class, i worked up the courage to talk to her. “cmon. if you can score the winning touchdown, you can talk to her,” i told myself. i stumbled into the seat next to her, and asked for help on the last homework problem, even though i already knew how to do it. she explained it step by step, and offered to tutor me after school on wednesdays. for weeks my only motivation was wednesday, and soon she began to catch on that i didn’t need help. after all, it was beginning to get harder to hide my perfect test scores from her in class, as she moved seats to sit next to me. our conversation escalated from calculus to movies; from education to pop culture. we talked about life and death and everything in between, and fought about the deaths of our favorite tv characters. she started coming to my football games, and i began visiting her at her competitions. i was her cheerleader, and she was mine. my friends laughed at me, asking when i would “get some” but i nodded it off, forcing a smile on my face when they whistled. her smiles were worth more to me than their jokes and fooling around. weeks flew by, and our wednesday tutoring turned into movie dates, or going out for burgers. she would steal my fries, and i’d pretend i didn’t notice. i’d sneak my arm around her shoulder, and she’d casually lean back. she was everything. it was now a few weeks before prom, and i had the perfect plan. i ran around for days, planning everything so it would be perfect. i missed practice, and had to explain to my team why (they laughed). it was the final hour, and i stood patiently inside the grocery store, flowers in my hand and a special shopping list tucked into the bouquet. she walked in, and my heart stopped. she was everything- i had never sacrificed this much or shown this much of myself to anyone before, and i was afraid of being left in the dust. then she stepped towards me, a hand already holding hers. the flowers fell to the ground, and his hand picked them up. i heard his laughter as i ran out of the store, trying to push the bad memories in a locked corner of my mind as i dialed my coach, asking for some extra practices. it was slow, and i fell blindly, leaving a black and blue soul.
—  @alltheloveyougiveaway heartbreak from a male perspective

Fellow Phog fans, can we collaboratively compile a list of the things Phog mentions doing at various ages?  Example: “I haven’t felt this strong since I gave Frye a piggyback ride when I was 10!”  Some of them are really cute tidbits and others are hidden behind specific dialog branches, and I’m sure there are more of them than just these that I remember.

When Phog was…

  • 7: hit the fire alarm, because it was a big red button, and it was there.
  • ?: climbed a goalpost on the football field, also because it was there.
  • 8: went on a family trip to the Grand Canyon, had one of the best apple pies his mom ever made
  • 10: gave Frye (who would have been 16) a piggyback ride, felt strong
  • 15: apparently played football and scored the game-winning touchdown, incidentally it was also the last time anyone praised him
  • 21: was asked by Frye to buy Scotch for him, which made him feel depended upon
I am not the star athlete who scores the winning touchdown or the popular kid who uses paper mostly for the sake of getting a girl’s number.
I am the writer who loses himself in different worlds everyday thanks to books, some tea and a pen if he’s feeling daring.
I am the boy you forget.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (84/366)
I love you. Josh Dun Imagine

Can you please write a josh dun imagine where you’re dating and and either he takes you to prom or after he has a big football game and after he takes you in his car and he’s really shy and sweet and gives you a promise ring and he takes your virginity but he’s super sweet and cute and gentle and cute and consent and he asks if he can kiss you and he always asks before??


I didn’t know if you meant to have sex in the car when you said take, so that part is vague, I didn’t put a location.


I watch, ecstatic, as my boyfriend, Josh, score the final touchdown to win the game. I take off, running onto the field, and he spots me, beaming with his arms wide open. I jump into his arms, and he stumbles a little, holding onto my waist. I kiss him, blushing as I hear catcalls from his teammates around us. When we break apart, I smile at him.

“I’m so proud of you! You’re going to state finals babe!” I tell him.

“It’s because of you. You’re my good luck charm. By the way, you look great in my jersey.” He tells me, and I smile. He puts me down.

“Meet me at my car in ten babe, gotta go change and stuff.” He tells me, kissing me once more.

“Dun! Get your ass inside of the locker room.” Coach Carmichael yells, and he breaks the kiss.

“Gotta go babe!” He yells, running to the room. I stand there, smiling to myself, before walking off the field. I feel eyes on me, and I turn, seeing Chelsea, the head cheerleader, glaring at me. She has this ridiculous notion that the head cheerleader and quarterback/ football captain had to be together, as if it was a cliche movie, and it was rumoring that they were close to becoming a couple until I moved to town. I accidentally bumped into Josh on my first day, my headphones blaring loudly. As he helped me up, he heard the song playing from my headphones.

“You listen to Bring Me The Horizon too?” And that’s how we became friends, then eventually, boyfriend and girlfriend. Absentmindedly, I walk to the car, thinking about all the memories I have of Josh and I. How nice he was on my first day, helping me get to classes, picking me up from classes, introducing me to people. Then hanging out, our first kiss, our first date, our first ‘I love you’s".

“Thinking about me again?” Josh says from next to me, and I jump, not realizing that I was at the car, much less that he was.

“Yes.” I reply, sticking my tongue out.

“Good, because I thought Chelsea was going to tell you shit again.” He said, trapping me so that I was in between him and the car.

“And what if she was?” I ask softly, focusing on the proximity.

“Then I would have to show her,” He begins, before tracing down my neck with his finger. “Who I belong to.” He finishes, giving my neck a light kiss. He steps away, causing me to let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. Him being so close does things to me.

“Y/N!” I hear somebody scream from behind me. I turn around, and see Jeremy, the tight end on the team, walking towards me, Carson, the running back behind him, phone in hand. Jeremy hands me a note. It simply says Turn Around.

“What?” I ask myself, before turning around. When I do, I am shocked. I was expecting Chelsea to do some crazy shit, but I did not expect my boyfriend down on one knee.

“Josh, what are you doing?” I question in disbelief. He simply chuckles.

“Y/N Y/L/N, I remember when I first met you, and how I spent an hour thinking of how to approach you, and then you bumped into me. I remember trying so hard to impress you, and it was the things I did effortlessly that you liked, not the things I tried to do. You’re an unbelievably great person, and an even better girlfriend. If I know you good, which I do, you’re probably freaking out, thinking that I’m proposing to you. To which my response will be, relax babe, I’m mot proposing yet, we have years ahead of us. This is simply a promise ring, and I promise to always love you, through the good and the bad. I promise to show up at your door at 3am with cookies and cream ice cream, a White Mocha Chocolate from Starbucks, and a big bag of Doritos, no questions asked. I promise to always be there, to never leave, no matter if you had a nightmare at 4am and you need to talk to someone, I’m just a phone call away babe. I’m sorry that I didn’t get to give this to you on our one year anniversary, but I love you so so much.” He ends his speech, putting the ring on my left ring finger. By now, I am crying. He gets up from one knee and I give him a hug.

“That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I love you so so much. I’ll never leave either.” I promise, before kissing him, my tears still streaming down my face. We stop, him wiping my cheek gently with his hand, and in this moment, if it’s possible, I fall in love with him even more.


I feel a finger gently trace my lips, and I smile, kissing his finger. I open my eyes, smiling at my boyfriend. We stare at each other, and suddenly he grabs me by the waist, pulling me to sit on top of him, straddling him basically.

“Is this okay?” He asks me, and I nod, tracing his facial features with my eyes. God, he is handsome. Slowly, I lean down, kissing him again, and this time, it’s really passionate and needy. His hands are on my ass, mine on his waist. Without thinking too much, I slid my hands under his shirt, fingers sliding down his chest, feeling all the muscles. Josh holds me by my ass with one hand, sitting up. He puts his hands at the hem of his shirt, silently asking a question. I nod yes, and he takes it off, my hands tracing every inch of his toned skin. Unable to resist, I lower my face to his body, kissing down his chest. When I reach his waistband, he stops me.

“We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do.” He says, becoming more turned on, and you could feel it. You slowly unzip the zipper.

“I’m not doing anything that I don’t wanna do.” I reply, unbuttoning his jeans.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

“Yes, I’m sure babe.” I reply. He nods, and helps me take it off. I move to straddle him again.

“You know, it isn’t fair that I’m nearly naked, but you’re still clothed.” He tells me.

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about that?” I ask, my fingers trailing his chest. He places his hands on the hem of my shirt, removing it. As soon as that’s over, he quickly flips us.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Since when do you have to ask me if you can kiss me. I’m yours.” I reply, and he kisses me, quickly taking dominance. He eventually stops kissing me on my lips, instead, trailing kisses on my jaw and down my neck. I moan as he starts sucking on my neck, and after he’s done, he moves back a little, staring at my neck, before smirking. He continues, reaching my bra. For him not to ask again, I reach behind of me and remove it. I know what I want, and I want him. I wasn’t gonna bother hiding it. He exhales sharply. He moves to my right breast, playing with my nipple, pinching and teasing me. Then he puts his mouth on it, lightly biting my nipple, and I gasp and moan at the feeling. He does the same to the other one, before trailing down the rest of my stomach with kisses, until he reaches my pants. I nod, and he takes them off slowly, savoring the moment. When he reaches to the bottom, he kisses his way back up to my waist, bypassing where I need him most.

“Josh, please!”

“Please what?” He asks, smirking.

“Please touch me!” I say.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” He asks before putting his hand over my pussy.

“There, please!” I need him so bad. He smirks again, before removing my panty. This time, he touches me. It isn’t long before he is lined up at my entrance.

“Are you absolutely sure? This isn’t something you could get back.”

“Shut up and make love to me.” I say impatiently.

“I’m so sorry!” He says, pushing into me slightly hard. I begin to cry at the pain, and Josh wipes away my tears. Soon, the pain goes away, and I tentatively shift my hips, and moan as pleasure moves through me.

“Please stop moving, I’m trying to control myself here.” Josh groans.

“It’s okay, the pain’s gone.” I tell him, and he doesn’t think twice before moving. I cry out as he hits a particular spot. He grins before continuously hitting that particular spot, and it isn’t long before I cone undone, Josh quickly following me. He pulls out, and collapses next to me.

“I love you, do you know that?” He says, and I turn to him.

“I love you too.”


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Be Grateful. Extremely.

​If I do even the slightest favor for someone, I expect an amount of gratitude far in excess of what is customary. Is this a failing? Probably. But at least I’m honest. 

If I take out the trash or go get you a beer from the fridge, I want my praises to be sung as if I just scored the winning touchdown in the Superbowl. 

If you can’t deal with that, don’t ask me for shit. 

i remember the first time i watched the force awakens and the lightsaber flew into rey’s hand and i instantaneously threw up both fists and bellowed like i was at the 1998 super bowl and john elway just scored the winning touchdown


When your team scores the game-winning touchdown on a Hail Mary of course you’re gonna hug the official.