#ONLINE LACROSSE

[chrystalcetti]

Lacrosse 🥍

[hugheses]

ellen weinberg

a lot of people online like to praise her because they love her kids, but before she was mama hughes, ellen weinberg was an even more accomplished athlete than her wikipedia page can tell you. well i have way too much time on my hands and an affinity for googling things, so here is a not-so-little primer on the matriarch of hockey who has contributed far more than just her superstar children.

(basically anything not sourced is from the cammi & aj podcast i have a transcript of)

born in st. louis, she was told she couldn't play hockey because girls couldn't play on boys teams in the state of missouri, and there were no girls teams. went to bob johnson's hockey camp in aspen at age 7. moved to dallas at age 8, where she was allowed to play on the boys team. at age 12, is featured in a news clip "girl hockey player" where she says she wants to one day play professional hockey.

at 15, wins nationals with her U-19 soccer team, the dallas sting, and they are sent to represent the US in the first ever FIFA-sanctioned world women’s tournament in china and proceeded to win gold against all expectations becoming the first US team to win any international soccer competition, male or female. also on this team was her best friend, future woso legend carla werden (overbeck). 1, 2

other noteworthy teammates: she played with mia hamm on her state team and was roommates with brandi chastain at her first youth national team camp for soccer.

she was recruited to lots of top schools for soccer, but chose the university of new hampshire because it was also offering hockey. she describes this as "the lack of landscape really drove my next move" because there was only 31 D1 women's soccer programs in the country at the time, and none in the state of texas.

she reached out to the women's hockey coach at unh, russ mccurdy, and told him she was being recruited for soccer but was really coming to unh because she wanted to play hockey, and he told her that it was unlikely she would make the team. so bob johnson called and asked him to give her a shot, and he said ok. he allowed her to have a one week tryout once soccer season was over, and after the first day, he asked, "what size skates do you wear?" and that was it, she was on the team.

the women's soccer coach, marge anderson, was also a lacrosse player, and encouraged ellen to join the lacrosse team that needed more players. so she did. in her own words:

"I wasn't very good. I could run, but my stick skills- and I learned and I did everything, and it was great, and we went to the Final Four, but I was out at that point. So everybody always says I played three sports like, I was on the team. I was, you know, three sports at that level. I was done at that point and I stuck with soccer and hockey after my first year. But it was a really cool experience."

she may have not been very good but she did go on to coach her own kids teams in lacrosse (and potentially owen power, who is confirmed to have played lacrosse with them but it is not confirmed that it was when she coached them)

(she was #21)

she was an elite skater and creative player, and "would often find herself in trouble in Durham for rushing the puck from her defensive post or trying things like a spin-o-rama".

she helped UNH win 3 hockey championships in 4 years, made the all-new england team (soccer) as a freshman, was named an unh athlete of the year finalist after an injury that kept her out for an entire school year, was named to the ECAC all star team, was an ISAA senior recognition award winner, was soccer co-captain in 1990, and then captain of both the soccer and hockey teams as a senior X

in april 1991, she participated in the Eastern Regional Tryouts of the US National Women's Hockey Team

"We've got it pretty good, playing defense," says senior Ellen Weinberg to fellow defenseman Weston. "There aren't as many of us to choose from. But then, when you look at who's there, they're all good!"

she then went on to pursue a graduate degree at UNH where she was an assistant coach for both soccer and hockey for two years, all the while contributing to historical hockey research to the point that she is named in the acknowledgements of Hockey: A Global History by Hardy & Holman

“It was my way of staying involved because I had nowhere to play. Then I participated in the 1992 World Championship, finished my master's degree. Then I really had nowhere to play." (google translated)

The New Hampshire Vol. 83 No. 18 (Nov. 6 1992)

then in 1992, she played for the women's national team in both soccer and hockey.

the soccer team didn't play in any big tournaments that year, but for hockey she went to women's worlds in tampere, finland, where she was an alternate captain. the US won silver, with ellen scoring 3 or 4 assists in 5 games (depending on which source you believe) and ellen was named to the all-star team by the media as the top player in her position.

also in 1992, she was a power skating coach at the summerland female hockey academy, teaching future star hayley wickenheiser.

there was hope that women's hockey would be a part of the 1994 olympics, but when that didn't happen, ellen went to norway anyways to grow the game.

“They were hoping women’s hockey was going to be sanctioned in the ‘94 Olympics and it wasn’t, so the Norwegian ice hockey federation had all this extra funding so they asked USA Hockey for an ambassador to go over and help grow the women’s game,” she said. “We had played in the ’92 World Championships and I was one of the older people and they offered me that opportunity to go over and work with the Norwegian ice hockey federation and what I did was I lived in Oslo. “And I went around to all the little towns and taught the girls how to play. It was awesome. Since Norway was such a small country with four million people at the time, they needed all the buses during the Olympics so everyone went on holiday, so my job stopped for three weeks.” X

ELLEN WEINBERG of Boston and the University of New Hampshire was interested in Coach TIM TAYLOR's tactics at practice. The 25-year-old Weinberg, one of America's best female players, is advising Norway's women's teams. Women's hockey becomes an Olympic sport in 1998. "They complain in Norway that I coach too long on the ice," she said. "They should see this guy, always instructing." X

she was invited to camp in lake placid for the 1994 women’s worlds (which took place every two years then), but suffered a serious knee injury that she believes is because they didn’t have proper support/training facilities

“We didn’t have a gym at the time. It was so different. We just played relying on our athletic instincts. If I got injured, it’s probably because I didn’t have the ideal support,” (google translated) X 

by 1996 she was playing for the itech blaiders roller hockey team in NJ (and her then-boyfriend, jim, was coaching the new jersey rockin’ rollers) while also working in broadcasting

she had been considered a lock for the nagano olympics, despite being “old” but that “blown-out knee effectively ended her competitive career” :( 

she ended up in nagano anyways as a reporter for cbs, one of her first big gigs in her media career, which i can do a part 2 on if there's interest.

and currently she’s on the USA hockey foundation board and is a player development consultant for the women’s national team

[allisluv]

DATING MODERN!FINNICK ODAIR HEADCANONS

finnick odair x fem!reader

this is completely inspired by the wonderful @sirenologyyy !!! please check out their sejanus headcanons, they're actually my favourite thing in the world! also im thinking of turning this into a series, so let me know which characters you want next by telling me in my inbox <3

modern!finnick whos love language is acts of service.

modern!finnick who will give you the homework in a heartbeat (even if half of his answers are wrong).

modern!finnick who queued up online for hours to get you eras tour tickets.

modern!finnick who showers you in love and affection at every single opportunity.

modern!finnick who buys you matching shark tooth necklaces and never takes his off.

modern!finnick who never goes to bed without telling you how much he loves you.

modern!finnick who always makes sure to buy you a new bouquet of flowers before your old ones die.

modern!finnick who loves when you wear his clothes -- especially his lacrosse jerseys. (this man would be feral ifywkim).

modern!finnick who watches tutorials online so he can learn how to braid your hair.

modern!finnick who is always holding your hand or linking your pinky fingers together in a crowd.

modern!finnick who buries his face in your neck when he's flustered.

modern!finnick who religiously watches the mamma mia movie (and cries during the slipping through my fingers scene). he's overall just a sucker for romcoms tbf

modern!finnick who is an early bird and goes for morning swims.

modern!finnick who had a youtube channel at some point or another.

modern!finnick who wanted to be a doctor because he watched greys anatomy ONCE .

modern!finnick who helps the kids on your street set up their lemonade stands during the summer <333

modern!finnick who is the best at gossiping. this man is telling you all the drama and making up code names so you can talk about it in public. hes so invested in other peoples lives (me too babe).

modern!finnick who loves the beach but hates the feeling of sand in between his toes.

modern!finnick who is your biggest supporter. he's such a good hype man and he cheers you on with whatever it is you choose to do.

[christinesficrecs]

Also, these gems are still on tumblr for your enjoyment. 🧡💙🧡 here, here, here, and especially this one. Oooh, this one too.

the lunch table configuration | 16.6K | Explicit

When Isaac makes Derek switch lunch tables, the last thing Derek expected was to fall for Stiles.

between the click of the light and the start of the dream | 105.1K | Explicit

It's Stiles' senior year, and he's trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he's being haunted by a hag. Great.

The Hollow Moon | 180K

It’s the summer after Stiles’ first year of college, and he’s working a crappy job and dealing with nightmares and anxiety - but he’s okay, he swears. He makes it through most days without too much trouble. Then, a certain werewolf comes back into town. Which Stiles doesn’t care about, nope, not at all.

Blind Date With A Book  | 30.3K

Stiles thought the Blind Date With a Book trend was a great way to drum up business for his small bookshop. He definitely thought it was a great idea after the hot guy kept returning and buying more blind dates with books.

Derek didn’t know how he kept getting set up on blind dates by his family, or why he kept going on them. The highlight of his night was when the date was over and he could go to the little bookshop in town and buy something to read for the rest of the night. He wanted to read, not date.

This Started As Only Make Believe | 44.1K | Explicit

Derek is trying (and failing) to juggle his career, coach lacrosse, and raise his 5 year old werewolf daughter. When he adds his bitter ex-wife and his daughter's slight attachment to him, Derek knows he doesn't have any time for a life of his own - and definitely no time for the super cute daycare teacher.

Past The Breakers | 40.7K

Stiles and Scott get summer jobs at the exclusive Seawolf Beach Resort, and the last thing Stiles expects is to start taking surf lessons from the hot lifeguard.

This Might Be Irony  | 38.3K

Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents’ death. But Derek’s in the popular group, he’s a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn’t have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship.

And it all begins with two white boards.

heart as black as night | 97.7K | Explicit

It's 1924, and Derek Hale is a bootlegger and runs one of the many speakeasies in New York with the help of his Pack. They don't know, however, that he's also a hitman for his Uncle Peter, a shady Omega with mafia ties to whom Derek owes a huge debt.

Stiles Stilinski is about to graduate from high school and start working at the docks when he stumbles into the Sour Wolf, a speakeasy with lively music, a glamorous jazz singer, and a certain dark, handsome, and moody bartender that Stiles can't stop thinking about.

my heart’s been offline  | 58.8K

31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read (aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the paparazzi so much he’s a recluse)

26/M/California. Boring office job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a newspaper, has absolutely no life)

Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek’s part of a famous family.

I Ran (So Far) | 33.7K

In which Stiles’ summer starts off so badly he starts running, gets pelted by paint balls, and decides he is, in fact, going crazy if he willingly wants to hang out with Derek Hale.

But The World Won’t Stop Turning  | 19.9K

Derek glances at Stiles, who is watching him with a curious expression.

“Oh shit,” Stiles exclaims as comprehension dawns on him. “Everything makes sense now. Derek, I know what the witch did, she cursed you with – “

But before Stiles is able to finish his sentence, everything fades away and Derek is surrounded by darkness.

I'll Be Seeing You | 81.4K | Explicit

In the summer of 1941, with the country on the brink of war, diner waiter Stiles meets Derek Hale, an army soldier just passing through Beacon Hills.

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Stiles takes his grandmother to bingo every Thursday. Now there’s a new guy calling out the numbers, and his grandmother has decided to set them up.

Wild Horses | 78.9K | Explicit

Derek's a drifter with no home, no destination, and no will to live. Stiles works on his family's failing cattle and horse ranch while all his friends are going off to college. When Derek falls asleep in a random barn, exhausted and half-starved, he doesn't expect to wake up on the other end of the sheriff's shotgun. And Stiles sure as hell doesn't expect his dad to invite the drifter in for breakfast.

no aphrodisiac like loneliness  | 19.7K | Explicit

Stiles is 27 now, with a master’s degree and a career and a house and a serious boyfriend and a life in San Francisco that doesn’t include Derek. But then Stiles unexpectedly shows back up in Beacon Hills, and Derek would recognize that scent anywhere.

[zoeyslament]

Other Hobbies the choir members would have?

AH TY!

Ocean: Horse girl Ocean will always be a thing in my heart. She rides horses + cares for a horse that is not hers but owned by one of her neighbours. His name is Remi. (That was my horse’s name when I used to ride a long time ago!) She also plays a bit of piano, though she’s not very good, and plays Softball in the spring.

Noel: He journals a lot, and practices calligraphy and pressing flowers! He has a whole shelf of old leather bound journals just filled with pressed flowers, calligraphy, little doodles, and love notes! He also knows how to ice skate and does that in the winter, he and Constance like to go together.

Mischa: Besides his YouTube gig I imagine he does some sports, specifically hockey and lacrosse. He tries out for the football team every year but never makes it on. He also secretly enjoys dance, but he would never admit that to anyone.

Ricky: My man Ricky is chronically online. He writes fanfiction and has his own blog and ARG all centered around Zolar and the Space Age Bachelor Man! He’s not very active, it’s kind of hard for him to be active, but he’s great at basketball, and can pretty much make a hoop from anywhere on the court if he’s balanced/focused enough!

Penny: Sweet, dear child. She collects skulls and bones, dries them out, and keeps them on a shelf. Some of her less creepy hobbies include hiking, roller blading, and swimming. She’s a fantastic diver!

Constance: As mentioned before, she and Noel go ice skating together like once a week every winter, then they make hot cocoa afterward. She loves to bake and she’s very good at it! She also sews and is very crafty. She’s made the choir’s Halloween costumes every year for a long time! She and her little brother like to make sock puppets and put on shows together as well.

[atopvisenyashill]

i hate the “normal jake” take on jacaerys so much, we really think a dude who was raised by fucking rhaenyra, harwin, laenor, AND daemon, who has to be his mother’s perfect heir beyond reproach bc her claim is under threat literally the moment he’s born, then gets a single iota of power and goes on a two week bender in the north, makes a blood pact with a guy he just met, gets shitfaced and shotgun marries a bastard born girl so we got not one but two bastards as claimants to the iron throne, lets some random common born fucks get ahold of some dragons, and STILL does such a good job as heir that he convinces over half the realm to continue supporting him & his clearly emotionally unraveling mother, AND inspires extreme amounts of loyalty in nettles & addam & cregan which is thee only reason anyone in his branch of the family tree is left alive at the end of the dance and we're calling him normal? we're calling him boring??

jace is not "normal lacrosse jake" he's that girl who was cheer captain and nhs president and the lead in the last five school theater productions who got a full ride to college and developed a severe drug addiction, got diagnosed with adhd, depression, ptsd, generalized anxiety disorder, and still pulled off graduating with highest honors before flaming out of her first job and if you dont think that is the most cursed targ shit, its because you're an only child and all only children deserve to be bullied more online!

keep my broken golden child's name OUT YOUR MOUTH!

[autisticmckennabrooks]

Blair’s backstory!

When I first got Blair, I spent a lot of time creating her backstory and character but never posted it. It’s a bit long- so it’ll all be posted under the cut !

Blair is 18-years-old and has moved around almost her entire life because of her parents work. As a result, she’s never been able to maintain any long term friendships and she’s always felt isolated, or like she wasn’t properly socialized.

She switched schools once every few years and often ended up getting bullied for being the new kid, and because she played hockey which was seen as a ‘boy’ sport. She’d have trouble with her hockey teammates too for being very feminine and dying her hair bright colors, because they thought she was trying too hard to be like other girls

Blair’s closest friend and longest companion is her cousin, Mckenna. They’re basically like sisters and Blair even tried gymnastics for her as a kid- but ended up quitting after a year because hockey took up too much of her time.

Blair still has a hard time feeling like she fits in around other people. She’s learned to enjoy her own company and doing stuff independently, but she still wishes she had a group of friends like most other girls her age.

She’s very feminine and loves to dress up. She loves Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Noah Kahan, and Carrie Underwood. Her and Mckenna will drive around on the weekends just blasting music and singing together. Blair is also obviously a big sports gal. She plays lacrosse in addition to hockey, and she watched the Super bowl for the football *and* Taylor Swift.

When Blair was around 16, she started experiencing bad migraines and tinnitus. She never told anyone (she’s never been close with either of her parents and didn’t feel like it was a big deal) but as she got older, it got worse.

By the time she was 17, her hearing in her left ear started to feel incredibly foggy and she became more and more dependent on her right one. As months passed, her right ear became less reliable too. Eventually, she was diagnosed with partial hearing loss.

Blair didn’t tell any of her hockey teammates because she didn’t want to be viewed differently, but she told Mckenna. Mckenna tried to encourage her to get hearing aids but initially, Blair refused. She still had most of her hearing in her right hear and a bit of it in her left one so she felt she could manage.

Hearing aids would mean accepting something was wrong and Blair wasn’t ready for that yet. But more so, she wasn’t ready for other people to see her and know she had a disability.

At 18, Blair finally caved and got her first pair of aids! Even though they’re a big insecurity for her, and they don’t make things perfect, she does feel a lot better and more present when she’s wearing them.

She’s now starting college classes online and hopes to learn some ASL, as well as connect with other people similar to her

[jakelandryshorts]

Coach has a new Training Method: Getting the App

“What are those dumbasses doing?” Coach Balter glared. He’d been coaching at the college for nearly 30 years now and never saw two guys so fit for athletics yet, refusing to even attempt them. Theo and Austin were on the other side of the gym flexing. And boy was there a lot to flex. Their bodies were fit to go on stage at any time and they knew it. It wasn’t till Austin started to take off his shirt that Coach Balter shouted. “HEY!” his deep voice echoed off the gym walls. Theo fumbled with his phone and dropped it. “What do you idiots think you’re doing?” He stomped over to them, glaring up at them.

“I-I-I…” Stammered Austin.

Theo was quick to pick up his slack. “We were just posing. Then upload a couple of pics online.”

Coach Balter let out an angry huff. These two guys should have known better. Each one was built like a fucking statue and he would have loved to put them on one of his teams. Didn’t matter if it was football, lacrosse, rugby, he knew they could handle it. “You know damn well not to take your clothes off in the gym. It’s distracting. And rude. Other guys get uncomfortable and girls get distracted,” he explained.

Austin looked to Theo for support who was going back to his phone, typing something in it. “We were just—”

Balter snatched it out of his hand. “You were just what?” he held the phone up, showing it off. “You’re not in high school anymore. Even if I don’t have direct authority over you, I can still have authority in this gym. Finish your workout and you can have it back.”

Theo held out his hand. “Alright. We’re done.”

“Absolutely fucking not,” Coach Balter grit his teeth. “You two fuck heads just walked in here and started stripping. Don’t fucking lie to me.”

It was the first time Coach Balter had actually seen Theo stunned. Still, he held his ground. Almost like he was ready to square up with the older coach. But Austin was quick to interject. “Let’s just do a quick work out. Alright?” Austin put his arm on Theo’s, pulling it lightly. Then leaned in closely, whispering, “It’ll be fun testing these bodies out...”

“Fine,” Theo grumbled. “But I’ll be back.”

Coach Balter nodded. He didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until the two had walked away. That was one fight he was not wanting to have. Even if he could handle himself fairly well, he wasn’t exactly a spring chicken anymore. A lot of his muscles had gone a bit soft and his belly had grown pretty far out in front of him. He could take a hit or two from some punk, but not from someone built like Theo. He was just glad that Austin was such a softie. Even though the guy had to be at least 230 with an 8% body fat, he still acted like he was some scrawny little nerd who’d never lifted in his life.

Though, looking over at the two, they seemed to be having quite a bit of trouble actually lifting the weights. Coach Balter squinted, unsure how two guys so big, could be so confused with a gym. Theo’s eyes kept darting back to him. Coach Balter just held up the phone and waved it, with an angry grin. ‘You know you’re not getting this back till you finish a workout,’ was plastered all over his face and it only seemed to make Theo even angrier.

That’s when the phone vibrated. ‘The hell!?’ Coach Balter fumbled with it and then looked at the screen.

{New user detected. Please touch screen to begin.}

Fumbling with the phone, Coach Balter accidently touched the screen and it opened up.

{New user identified. Initiating. Process complete. Enjoy your new Chronivac experience.}

{Type what you would like to change.}

Coach Balter stared at the screen blankly. What kind of app was this? It was so simple. Nothing on the screen except for a blank white box and the greyed out words, ‘type what you would like to change.’ What even could it be? His fingers hovered over it, thumb touching the white space and the keyboard showed up. ‘Students listen to me when I tell them what to do.’ He typed. It was always frustrating having the students act as though they owned the place. Even if they were paying to be here, there still needed to rules. Some of them acted so high and mighty that he felt like he just had to pass them even if they shouldn’t have passed.

“HEY!” Theo shouted from across the gym. “Are you going through my phone!?”

“Until you finish your workout, this is mine. So, finish your god damn workout!” he shouted back. Instantly Theo stiffened up and went back to the weights. Austin looked at him for support but continued to follow his lead. “Oh fuck…” Coach Balter muttered to himself as he watched Theo continue his workout. It was like he was a man on a mission, actually doing the exercises and using more proper form and heavier weights than he had been. “Did this…” he looked down at the phone and saw the text there along with the same greyed out words right below it.

{Type what you would like to change.}

Coach Balter couldn’t confirm it, yet it was hard to deny that it worked. The only person Theo ever listened to was his boyfriend. To think that he so diligently and perfectly listened to a teacher’s words was unheard of. He stared at the phone a bit more. He needed more confirmation. Something that he could actually prove changed. He thought about it a bit more before typing, ‘I only have a 9% body fat.’

“Woah,” Coach Balter’s body lurched forward. He could feel it almost instantly as his muscles started to tighten up. Over the years, holding onto a thin waist and defined arms became harder and harder to do. His belly had ballooned out in front of him before he realized it. But now it was traveling in the opposite direction. He could see it pulling in on itself. The hefty belly he’d been so ashamed of completely disappearing. All the while the rest of his body was doing the same. Any amount of fat seemed to disappear. His shoulders had grown wider and rounder. The definition in his biceps only became more prominent. More surprising was that they didn’t seem to shrink at all. If anything, they started to grow.

Though, he did let out a bit of a whimper as his quads grew. His balls had accidently swung between his growing quads, only to get smashed between the hard muscles. “Damn…” Coach Balter smiled when he recovered. At 5’10” and 240 pounds, his fat looked to be pretty good. Now he just looked like a little fireplug with too wide of shoulders and thin of hips. His muscles were maybe just a bit too big to properly fit his body.

‘I’m 6’6”,’ he quickly added to the phone. Instantly he started growing taller. He could feel it in his bones as they lengthened and watched as his muscles grew more suited to his body. Then quickly added another 20 pounds of muscle to really fill it out. Every part of the coach bulged. The athletic gear he was wearing only seemed to grow to fit his body even better. But then he looked at the white color that had overtaken his hair. A bit of anger filled him as he remembered that he was still aging. Even with the boost to his muscles, he still felt like he wasn’t in his prime.

‘I’m only 35 years old,’ Coach Balter added. “Oh fuck yeah…” a deep moan rolled out of his mouth as he felt the vitality of youth returning to him. His body felt better than it had in ages. Ease of motion returned to his joints. The round saggy features of his face tightened against his strong jawline. He felt agile.

Coach Balter instantly went back into a heavy duty workout. Pushing himself well past even his prime. Every part of his body felt good. The sweat dripping down and covering his body felt amazing. His muscles moved and lifted weights he’d only ever imagined lifting. Veins pushed out of his skin as his muscles bulged with a long lost power. And then he saw Theo and Austin come back over to him. “What?” he grumbled. It was nice to actually be looking down at the two studs instead of up.

“My phone,” Theo said. “We finished our workout.”

“Hmmm…” Coach Balter thought about it for a second. He did say that. But was wanting to test this little app out more. And he needed these two to join a team. “You two want to walk around campus without a shirt on,” it was a statement, not a question. He watched as Theo and Austin became uncomfortable with the amount of clothing they were wearing.

Austin nodded while Theo gave an angry, “Yes.”

“Then join one of the sports teams. Don’t care which one. Then you can show off whenever you want,” Coach Balter said.

“Wh-what?” Theo gasped. “Since when?”

“I’ll make it a new rule,” Coach Balter crossed his arms against his chest. “Starting with you two.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Coach Balter confirmed. He dangled the phone under his arm. “What do you say?”

“Sure man. Whatever,” Theo confirmed.

Austin added a, “Whatever team Theo joins, I’ll join too.”

“Perfect,” Coach Balter handed the phone back to the Theo. Theo smiled and started heading to the door mumbling about something. “Oh! Before you go. Send me a copy of that Chronivac app.”

“Wh-at?” Theo turned around but his thumbs were already at work copying the code and pasting it into a message for Coach Balter. He hit send.

Coach Balter opened it up. “Perfect. Now delete it from your phone.” He watched Theo struggle. His fingers were doing everything in their power but couldn’t quite stop themselves from dragging the source code, dropping it in the recycle bin and then emptying that out as well. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Have a good night.”

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more stories over on my wordpress 

[sheinthatfandom]

Did he really call shibata speak and spell?

Lmaooo not Joe forcing hook to talk about the sport he loves and helping to bring his personality out more

Now watch people who didn’t know hook likes lacrosse all of sudden claiming to know ALL about the sport lol

DANNY!!!!

IN THAT PANTIES!!!!!!!

Okay who is this guy? Cause I saw this online and went I do not know this person

Ohhhh okay that’s why

Daddy magics like wtaf Nigel lmaoooo

[kyshiwarrior]

some modern headcanons i have for jet

- farmer’s son!!! farmers market but also hosts the annual haunted cornmaze

- copy/paste of his mom

- he drives his moms’ minivan that has a whole bumper stickers dedicated to social activism, anarchy, anti cops, but also:

(he drives it with a lot of pride btw)

- skateboard cliche™️ though, so he doesnt actually use the van a lot

- has foster siblings ! including the duke who he walks to school every day

- has taught all his siblings how to fight in the basement and its like a mini fight club down there istg

- is the go-to person for when his siblings need someone to help them with a video game. jet’s a natural and lets the duke take the headset while he destroys everyone.

- 5-in-1 shampoo 😔

- no social media presence and will never get an online reference. he barely gets tv references. everything he learns is against his will.

- mostly watches kid movies cuz of his foster siblings. silent crier during sad scenes.

- i dont know if jet passed his driving test or not but i do know the small talk he had with the instructor made them hesitant on passing him

- punk patch jacket. lots of anarchy and pride pins on it too.

- no ‘devil’s advocate’ is safe around him

- jet will put his feet on the chair in front of him if absent and on the legs if taken. if you nicely ask him to stop, he will. if you’re a shit person, he’ll kick your chair forward or steal shit out of your bag little by little.

- he excels in team work and public speaking so he’d be nice to have for group presentations. in theory.

- pencil chewer…. pen chewer… 🫠🫠🫠draws on desks… writes answers on desks for the person after him😏😏… sticks gum under desks 😰😰😰

- candy cane season is the best time of the year cuz oral fixation + makeshift weapon

- matcha latte enjoyer, black coffee budget

- has a rich vocabulary

- cant pay him enough to understand microsoft excel

- t-ps houses of people he doesnt like

- takes the fall for anything that his friends would get in trouble for

- once made something blow up in chemistry on purpose because “I thought you were bluffing 🤷‍♂️”

- food shelter volunteer on the weekends

- walkman and vinyl record elitist

- technically has a phone but uses it hardly ever, only curfew and walkie talkies because its more fun. big fan of never saying hes coming over he just shows up.

- calls authority figures by their first name or the wrong name

- mom will take his side no matter what and often times the reason he got in detention shes proud of him

- “too many cops out today” if he sees a single cop

- walmart thief who winks at cameras

- skateboarder cliche™️

- possible sports: lacrosse and soccer

- 100% down to teach little league and is amazing at it

- fun camp counselor who establishes core memories all of which involve pranks and breaking camp rules for the sake of fun and chaos

- teachers hate to love and hate to love him

[theofficalnarrator]

The Overacheivers Club

Y/N - Stuco president, captain of the field hockey team, robotics team head, and debate partners with Jungwon. Y/N’s just trying to get past her final year of high school before going off to a (hopefully) good university. 

Jungwon – Stuco VP, Editor in Chief of the school newspaper, girl’s field hockey team manager, and debate partners with Y/N. Jungwon aspires to go to Yale and study law, that is if he can get over his crush on Sunghoon (and his League of Legends addiction). 

Ricky – Lacrosse captain, mathlete, robotics team officer, and leader of SASA’s Science Olympiad team. Known for his good looks and weird personality, he’s Y/N’s #1 supporter. Has an alter ego (he streams online). 

Minjeong – Valedictorian, author of two books, speech team captain, and first violin chair. If you look past her stutter and RBF, you’ll be acquainted with a sweet and caring introvert. When she doesn’t have her nose in a book, she’s gawking at Karina.  

Eunchae – Stuco underclassman liaison, mathlete, robotics team member, and SASA’s resident dance prodigy. Maknae #1. Loves causing chaos and playing cupid.  

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[smythedotcom]

WELCOME TO THE BLOG OF SEBASTIAN A. SMYTHE.

LIMA LOSER? OR IS THAT SEBASTIAN SMYTHE? THEY MIGHT EVEN PASS FOR HERMAN TOMMERAAS IN THE RIGHT LIGHT. THEY'RE 22, BUT STILL STUCK IN WESTERVILLE AT DALTON. THEY'VE BEEN CALLED THE TEMPEST, BUT PREFER TO BE THE NATURAL BORN LEADER. MAYBE IF THEY FIX THEIR AESTHETIC AKA DRIVING HOURS FOR YOUR PERFECT COFFEE ORDER, FLICKING CIGARETTE BUDS OUT ON THE ASTRO-TURF AT THE COUNTRY CLUB, DANCING AND DRINKING YOUR FEARS AWAY & USING THE PERFUME SAMPLES IN MAGAZINES TO WIPE YOUR TEARS THEY'LL GET THEIR WAY. WORD ON THE SHOW CHOIR BLOGS ARE THEY'RE IN THE WARBLERS. SO GOOD LUCK TO THEM!

want to know more? well, ur in the right place ↓ 

THE BASICS:

name: sebastian anton smythe

nicknames: seb, bash, cunt (both affectionate & derogatory)

pronouns: he/him

gender: cis male

birthday/zodiac: twenty two, july 25th - making me a gemini making me a leo.

birthplace: westerville, oh

relationship status: single

sexuality: gay aromantic

occupation: i don't do that <3

sports/clubs: warbler and co-captain of the dalton lacrosse team

major/minor: a junior majoring in arts management

languages: english, french, a little japanese.

social media handles: @smythedotcom on everything

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

height: 5'10

build: slim athletic

eye color: hazel

hair color: light brown

piercings: ear lobes

tattoos: the words 'tell me i'm your national anthem' from lana del rey's national anthem on my lower back. my favorite song,

other distinguishing features: a shit-eating smirk and oodles of charisma!

style: i'm always giving preppy, y2k-inspired, abercrombie & fitch.

PERSONALITY/INTERESTS:

traits: confident,  persuasive, determined, egotistical, closed-off, opportunistic.

likes: trashy early 2000’s clothes & music, starting twitter drama, reading people their horoscopes from teen magazines, iced oat lattes, one-upping people, explaining the lore of degrassi; the next generation (i was diagnosed with ADHD, and my insane degrassi knowledge is the lingering remains of a six year long hyperfixation. i've now put all of his pent-up energy into glee), showing off my backflip to people.

dislikes: fake-deep music and poetry, desaturated colors, snitches, boring romantic period pieces (where's the sex????), people who underestimate me,��the texture of velvet, being told that i'm 'too much', staying in on a friday night.

fears: elevators & loneliness

skills: piano, music, the remains of the gymnastics classes i took in middle school, drinking everyone under the table.

quirks: i'm a self-confessed cheek biter. the amount of times i've nearly taken a chunk out of the inside of my own face, just call me hannibal lecter.

hobbies: rewatching degrassi, taking online 'which ___ are you' buzzfeed quizzes, taking gym selfies while not doing a whole lot at the gym beyond a treadmill strut, scheming & deviously planning

music tastes: just listen to it yourself here

myers-briggs: entp

kinsey scale: 6. gay as you like.

strengths: my leadership, my extremely attractive body and face - great for seduction, and also that backflip i mentioned before.

weaknesses: not so good at person-to-person communication.

do you know me? let's connect.

[corner-stories]

small, delicate, and blue

Jean Kirschtein. Mikasa Ackerman. Flowers. Notes. Drawings. High School AU. 1204 words. (ao3.) | part 2

She’s in his study hall, she keeps her dark hair cut just above her ears, and she’s the star striker on the soccer team. 

Her name is Mikasa Ackerman and she probably has no idea who he is. 

Jean thinks he’s an absolute loser. He’s gone to school with her for the last three years, but he’s never found it in himself to actually talk to her. More than once he entertained the idea in his head, playing with scenarios where he manages a single sentence. How hard could it be to say “Nice weather today, huh?” while walking into class?

Instead of actually following through on his intentions, Jean remains in his spot and lets his thoughts fester inside until he feels sick. Sometimes he wonders how one person could possibly be so pathetic. 

During quiet moments in the class, he’ll look over to where she’s sitting. Sometimes she’s going over chemistry notes, reading a novel, or doing a bit of both — but more often than that he’ll catch her doodling. 

Not in a dedicated sketchbook or anything, but in the margins of her textbooks. She could get into trouble for it, but Mikasa remains unbothered. 

From what he knows she’s quite a good student, as he’ll see her name on top of the Honor Roll or when the soccer team practices near the lacrosse field. Perhaps the teachers go easy on her when they see her defiling the fraying, decades-old textbooks. Or perhaps they’ve stopped caring. 

He’s noticed her drawing flowers on the pages. Her pretty face remains bored, yet the colors on the old books look so beautiful. 

It’s friday when Jean catches himself staring for what’s possibly the tenth time. When the bell rings and Jean leaves class with an idea in his head. After gathering up his lacrosse gear and shuffling out of the room, he tries to act normal as he walks next to her. She’s not paying attention to him, so it’s easy to act like her name hasn’t echoed through his mind for the entire term. 

Just before he disappears into the sea of students in the hallway, Jean glances over and watches as Mikasa approaches her locker, which is exactly across from their study hall classroom. It’s almost like clockwork, the way she goes to it at the end of every class. Jean keeps this in mind as he heads to the locker room. 

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After lacrosse practice, Jean searches up a certain task on his phone as he rides the bus home. When he arrives at the apartment that he and his mother share, he goes to her flower box on the balcony and tries to find a few in bloom — small ones, however, ones that he hopes his mother won’t miss.

Then in the darkness of his room, instead of homework or gaming or sleeping, Jean spends his evening pressing the stems and petals between the pages of a book. It takes him a while to not make a mess and he has to do more research online to ensure that the finished product will last. 

It’s difficult work, but he can recall doing the task with his grandmother as a boy. It feels like a lifetime ago, but after enough tries Jean finally gets it right. 

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The following Monday, Jean leaves his physics class and heads to study hall. He peeps through the doorway to make sure that Mikasa is in her usual spot, all while trying to ignore how badly his hands are shaking. If anyone asks, he’s already made up a fake story about how nervous he is for the next lacrosse game. 

Just before the bell rings, Jean slips back into the hallway and approaches Mikasa’s locker. The sea of students around him is too busy to notice the lacrosse player slipping a piece of paper into a place that isn’t his. 

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Mikasa spends half her study hall reading her chemistry notes and the other half doodling in her textbook. Nothing out of the ordinary. At this point in the term she feels dull. When she’s not studying she’s attending soccer practice, and when she’s not doing any of that she only wants to sleep. She can’t force her mind to do anything else. 

At least drawing purple lilies, dog roses, and common foxgloves in the margins of her textbook feels like a change of pace. She’s always liked flowers, but drawing them is a whole new experience entirely. A part of her becomes very determined to get the shape of the petals right. 

Study hall is quiet, save for the multiple times one student leaves the room. Sitting near the front is the same lacrosse player she sees every day, the one with ashy brown hair and a face that seemed affixed into a permanent scowl. She swears that she’s gone to school with him for years, but can barely remember his name. She thinks it’s Jean, like Jean Valjean, but she’s not entirely sure. 

He seems more nervous today, as more often than not Mikasa notices him shaking as he leaves his seat to ask the teacher for the bathroom pass. He even trips over his own stick at one point. 

He’s never like this, always focusing quietly on his work similar to her. Perhaps something is bothering him today.

After an hour of studying and dooling, the bell rings and Mikasa leaves her desk. As she packs her stuff into her book bag, she notices the lacrosse player scrambling to grab his gear before bolting like a deer in the headlights. She can’t help but wonder what’s on his mind. 

As Mikasa slings her bag over her shoulder and leaves the room, then crosses the crowded hallway to get to her locker. She opens the metal door and immediately sees something fall out. 

Mikasa looks to the ground and finds a small piece of notebook paper on the floor. With an eyebrow raised, she kneels down and picks it up. Upon unfurling it, she finds something blue hiding within the folds.

It’s a flower. A forget-me-not. It’s flattened and pressed. It looks as delicate as it feels. And now it’s in her hand. 

She holds it up to the light and guesses that it’s been put into this state quite recently, but she can’t be sure. 

Curiously, Mikasa looks at the piece of paper and sees writing scribbled onto it in black ink. As the sounds of the hallway bellow around her, she reads the message. 

I heard you like flowers. 

Her heart starts to beat a bit faster. 

There’s no signature, not even a token acknowledgement that this may be a secret admirer, so Mikasa looks around the hallway to see who is lingering, who could be watching as she finds a flower in her locker.

But the sea of people around her is too dense. 

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Jean has only one thing in mind during lacrosse practice. As he chases the ball down the field or runs alongside his teammates, he can’t get an image out of his head — the image of a head of black hair, flowers drawn into the margins of a textbook, or the sight of Mikasa Ackerman holding something small, delicate, and blue. 

[csaventing]

I hate that SA is seen as a White Cis Woman thing. As a Black mtf I feel like I can’t be honest and talk about my experience despite me being obviously queer since what feels like birth. I’ve had 2 different guys hurt me me like this while I was under the age of 18. The first of them always made sure I “finished” telling me it was my reward for keeping a secret so well. When he stopped with me I was in middle school. I guess him gaining full custody of his children changed him for the better? I hope so. Next one tried but failed to make me finish and I remember his frustration acting like I was the broken pervert for not getting off. I will never forget him for telling me after he was done that he wouldn’t have had to do that if I just got in bed with him the first time. Besides he wasn’t out to anyone as Bisexual so no one would believe me if I screamed what he did to me from the top of my lungs. He was my secret boyfriend. I was 15 and wasn’t ready to do that again. I guess he was. I feel so alone with these thoughts and whenever I talk about them people assume I am cis online. I am not. My experience as a feminine “male” child shaped who I am as an adult woman today. I was taken advantage of by people who knew I was different and knew no one would help. Who are you going to believe The white cop and the white Varsity lacrosse player or the fat black “dude” who wears hand-me-down skirts and draws with glitter pens and weekly faces homophobic and transphobic and racist slurs. It got better and it’s been almost 20 years since I left that province but it still stings to remember the pain and to be mis-identified online when I talk about my pain. Victims don’t always fall under”attractive cis women” and we deserve to not be fucking reduced to nothin I firmly believe I was a victim of a hate crime with the first guy bc of how he would bring up my race / race play shit while assaulting me. This form of violence is deeper than the general public or fucking Twitter wants to admit

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[jackhues]

don’t know if this has been asked — what are peanut and bee asking for for christmas this year, and from who?

ooh, peanut wants a large stuffed animal, preferably a stuffed shark, from santa. mama and aus have asked a million times if there's anything else but she said no only a stuffed shark from santa. mama asked what she wanted from her, and peanut said an avacado. she also asked auston if he can make her some green eggs and ham for breakfast and now he's going around experimenting with food colouring and stuff. she also asked him to buy her a winter hat with a shark design. she asked her uncles for some fuzzy pajamas that are (you guessed it) shark themed!

buttercup asked a new lacrosse stick for christmas and a car. sid said no to the car, but he'll let her order some new clothes online. buttercup's cool with that. she also asked sid for a new lightsaber to add to her collection, and another grogu. she's also getting a new polaroid camera from geno (she didn't ask, but he knows she wants one).

[strangeangel22]

what is aftg about i keep seeing it everywhere but i dont know anything except that its vaguely trc core maybe ??

oh boy oh boy oh boy

funny answer: UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD YOU GO ANYWHERE NEAR THIS SERIES OF NOVELS!!!!!! THEY WILL PLANT EVIL IDEAS IN UR HEAD THAT WILL TAKE OVER YOUR BODY AND DETROY YOU FROM THE INSIDE OUT. YOU WILL BECOME A ROTTING HUSK AFTER MERELY TOUCHING ANY OF THESE BOOKS. D!!! N!!!!! I!!!!!!!!1!!1!!!!

serious answer…..: aftg/all for the game is a series of books (the foxhole court, the raven king, and the kings men) written by nora sakavic that has fallen under the found family w a thematic animal tie in that queer teenagers seem to really enjoy that trc (and soc) do! it follows this guy whose on the run from his familial mafia ties and ends up playing college exy (fake lacrosse sport?!) and found family hijinks ensue. it is, at best, questionably written, received, and interacted with on a fandom level. it is, at worst, an olympic sport to try to read and then talk about with others. some plot points and interpretations will make your head explode. i could not confidently describe the story if you payed me a million dollars. it took me almost a year to read. every time i thought it couldn’t get worse, it did (with in which ways it got worse being up for interpretation. and also all of them.) and somehow i am still here seemingly enjoying it…. it has that effect on people!! it should be noted that if you are upset/triggered by ANYTHING under the sun PLEASE research the content warnings (research them anyways but yk.) because this book literally contains EVERYTHING UPSETTING IN THE WORLD and it WILL be described in detail so BE CAREFUL!!! i cannot in good faith earnestly recommend these books, but it would be hypocritical of me to genuinely denounce people who want to or have read it!! it can be a “fun” thing to read and it does have its moments and place in online society. if you are interested in reading it just make sure to do your own research and understand that were all here for more of a good time and less of a well written time!!! this is a book you need to read, think about, and interact with particularly critically. also theres a new book coming out in this extended universe very soon so were all very afraid rn!! also kevin day is the bestest little guy in all of the universe and i love him very very dearly