#Ohio State Spring Game

[yanderenightmare]

Prompt List

Just a little list of writing exercises.

Use the traits, characteristics, and anything else associated with the coming prompts to create a character.

More details here: Writer's Block

♡ Apex Predator Hybrids

Lion, Wolf, Shark, Tiger, Polar Bear, Grizzly Bear, Saltwater Crocodile, etc. 

Apex Predator Club

♡ Mythological/SciFi Creatures

Vampire, Succubus, Werewolf, Zombie, Ghost, Droid, Robot, Alien etc.

JJK as Mythic Creatures BNHA as Mythic Creatures

♡ Seven Days of the Week

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday.

Yandere Days

♡ Seven Deadly Sins

Pride, Wrath, Sloth, Gluttony, Lust, Envy, Greed. 

Yandere Seven Deadly Sins

♡ Seven Heavenly Virtues

Humility, Patience, Diligence, Temperance, Chastity, Gratitude, Charity. 

Yandere Seven Heavenly Virtues

♡ The Four Seasons

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall.

The Four Seasons as Boyfriends

♡ The Seven Colors of the Rainbow

Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet.

The Rainbow Colors as Boyfriends

♡ The Twelve Zodiac Signs

Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces. You can break them up into fire, water, earth, and air signs.

♡ The Twelve Months

January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December. You can break them up into winter, spring, summer, and fall months.

♡ Numbers

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten etc.

♡ Five (or ten) Fingers

Pinkie, Ring finger, Middle finger, Pointer, Thumb. Have fun with their names and qualities.

♡ Nature’s Four (or more) Elements

Water, Earth, Fire, Air—plus Plasma, Gravity, Ice, Life, etc, if you want.

♡ Eras

The Dark Ages, Industrial Age, Age of Oil, Atomic Era, Space Age, Internet Age, etc.

♡ Fashion Periods

Victorian, Art Nouveau, WW1, Art Deco, The Roaring 20s, WW2, Hollywood, Rock & Roll, Swinging Sixties, Flower Power, Disco Fever, New Romantics, Yuppies, Grunge, Boho, Fast Fashion, Thrifting, etc.

♡ Today’s Fashion Styles

Minimalism, Chic, Thriftstore, Goth, Grunge, Punk, Hippie, Couture, Old Money, Streetwear, Preppy, etc.

♡ The Eight Planets + Pluto

Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto.

♡ Other Celestial Bodies

Sun, Moon, The North Star, Shooting Star, Comets, etc.

♡ Countries (pick & choose)

America, Britain, Spain, Japan, etc… think Hetalia, though I haven’t watched it personally…

♡ American States (pick & choose)

California, Texas, Florida, New York, Pennsylvania, Illinois, Ohio, Georgia, etc.

♡ The Five (or more) Flavors

Sweet, Salty, Sour, Bitter, and Umami—and No Flavor, like pure water.

♡ The Five (or more) Senses

Sight, Smell, Hearing, Taste, Touch—Balance and Proprioception—and maybe even Emotion and Thinking.

♡ Core Subjects (or others)

English, History, Social Studies, Science, Foreign Language, Gym, Art, Music, Geography, etc. Maybe base it around the teacher of each class.

♡ School Mobs

Principal, Homeroom Teacher, Student Council President, Tutor, Class Rep, Janitor, Frat House President, Frat House Alumni, Valedictorian, Head Nurse, etc. You can mix this one with the one on Core Subjects above, including them as teachers.

♡ The Periodic Table (pick & choose)

Gold, Oxygen, Arsenic, Tungsten, etc.

♡ Music Genres

Classical, Rock, Rap, Pop, Jazz, Country, Electronic, Dubstep, House, Folk, Hip-hop, New-Age, Indie, Beatbox, A’cappella, Heavy Metal, Bebop, etc.

♡ TV and Movie Genres

Horror, Thriller, Western, Romance, Comedy, Action, Sci-Fi, Children’s movie, Fantasy, Adventure, Drama, Documentary, Mockumentary, Musical, Animation, Anime, Porn, Reality TV, News, etc.

♡ Book and Writing Genres

Poetry, Fiction, True Events, Scientific, Picture, Fan-fiction, Joke, Fun Fact, Cook, Craft, Knitting, Magazine, etc.

♡ Hobbies

Singing, Knitting, Arts, Sewing, Writing, Gaming, etc.

♡ Toxic traits

Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Protectiveness, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Lying, Selfishness, Controlling behaviour, Jealousy, Boundary-violating, Judgemental, Defensive, Stone-walling, Feigning Ignorance, Avoiding Accountability, Aggressive, Querrelsome, etc.

♡ Food

Junk, Guilty pleasure, Fast food, Frozen, Healthy, Self-grown, Gains, Street, Dessert, Candy, etc.

♡ Holidays and Celebrations

Christmas, Valentine's, Halloween, Easter, Snow-day, April Fools, Birthday, Summer break, Saint Patrick's, etc.

♡ Sports

Gaming, Chess, Football, Basketball, Tennis, Frisbee Golf, Golf, etc.

♡ Tools

Hammer, Wrench, Drill, Saw, etc.

♡ Sicknesses

Common cold, Flu, Mono, Hangover, Crossfade, etc.

♡ The Eight Core Emotions

Ecstasy, Admiration, Terror, Amazement, Grief, Loathing, Rage, Vigilance.

♡ Transportation Methods

Car, Train, Motorcycle, Dirt bike, Boat, Plane, Submarine, Bike, Walking, etc.

♡ Weaponry

Gun, Sword, Dagger, Bow and Arrow, Crossbow, Whip, Slingshot, Poison, etc.

♡ Terrain

Forest, Desert, Ocean, Tundra, etc—think Minecraft biomes!

♡ Fonts

Times New Roman, Futura, Impact, Papyrus, etc. Probably good to have pictures with this one.

♡ Types of Depression + Symptoms

Melancholia, Anxiety, Insomnia, Hypersomnia, Bipolar, Despondency, Amnesia, Self-consciousness, etc.

♡ Art Mediums

Oil Paint, Acrylic, Charcoal, Pastel, Watercolor, Collage, Digital, etc.

♡ Architecture Styles

Neoclassical, Gothic, Contemporary, Industrial, Victorian, Colonial, Vernacular, Suburban, etc.

♡ A Deck of Cards

Spade, Hearts, Diamond, Clover—King, Queen, Jack, Ace, Joker, Numbers. Maybe make them four opposing kingdoms, with the reader being a delegator of some kind.

♡ Chess Pieces

White, Black—King, Queen, Rook, Bishop, Knight, Pawn. Two opposing sides, with the reader being a delegator of some kind maybe.

♡ Different Types of Money

Nickel, Dime, Penny, Quarter, One dollar bill, Five dollar bill, Twenty dollar bill, Transaction, Million dollar check, Inheritance, Settlement, Insurance, Paycheck, Tax return, etc.

♡ Types of Dates

Cinema, home, cafe, amusement park, picnic, hike, beach, etc.

♡ Grocery Store Aisles

Fresh Produce Section, Deli and Prepared Foods, Frozen Foods, Bakery and Bread, Meat and Seafood, Dairy, Cereal and Breakfast foods, Snack and Chip, Alcohol, Pet Food, Soft Drinks, Canned food, Health and Body Care, Magazine and Books, Cleaning Products, Condiments and Sauces, Cooking Oils, Baking supplies, etc.

♡ The Six Military Branches

The Army, Marine Corps, Navy, Air Force, Space Force, Coast Guard.

♡ Palace Mobs

King, Queen, Prince, Princess, Ward, Advisor, Grand Knight, Groundskeeper, Head Cook, Grand Healer, Priest, etc.

♡ Harry Potter

Hogwarts’ Houses—Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw.

Hogwarts’ Mandatory Classes—Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, History of Magic, Astronomy, Herbology, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, Flying/Quidditch. Plus elective classes like Care of Magical Creatures, Alchemy, Muggle Studies, Divination, Study of Ancient Runes, and Arithmancy.

If you base it on teachers, you can also include the Principal, Groundskeeper, and Head Nurse.

Patronus (Pick & Choose)—There are more than a hundred different ones.

The Books—Philosopher's Stone, Chamber of Secrets, Prisoner of Azkaban, Goblet of Fire, Order of the Phoenix, Half-Blood Prince, Deathly Hallows.

♡ Star Wars

Color of Lightsabers—Green, Blue, Yellow, Red, Orange, Purple, White, Black.

♡ Game Characters

Minecraft Mobs & Characters—Steve, Enderman, Pigman, Skeleton, Witch, Villager, Zombie, Stone Golem, Ender Dragon, etc.

Dungeons & Dragons Base Classes—Barbarian, Bard, Cleric, Druid, Fighter, Monk, Paladin, Ranger, Rogue, Sorcerer, Warlock, Wizard.

You can also use any other type of game…

♡ Professions

This is a whole list in and of itself. These don’t have to be grouped together, but can be prompts on there own:

♡ Outlaws

Kingpin, Mob, Mafia, Loan sharks, Extortionists, Blackmailers, Pimp, Drug dealers, Gang member, Muscle, Hitman, Mercenary, Bounty hunter, Sex traffickers, Pirates, Smugglers, etc.

♡ Government + Law & Order

King, President, Governor, Politician, Senator, Congressman, Law official, Judge, Lawyer, Agent, Spy, Cop, Parole officer, Warden, Prison guard, etc.

♡ Health

Doctor, Surgeon, Therapist, Psychiatrist, Dentist, Personal trainer, Health manager, etc.

♡ Art

Painter, Sculptor, Writer, Poet, Film director, Photographer, Singer, etc.

♡ Service

Bartender, Waiter, Barista, Butler, etc.

♡ Sex worker

Pornstar, Prondirector, Stripper, Escort, Sugarbaby, etc.

♡ Transportation

Pilot, Chueffer, Taxi driver, Train conductor, Ship’s Captain, etc.

♡ Sport

Pro-athlete, Pro-gamer, Chessplayer, Football player, American football player, Basketball player, etc.

♡ Rural

Cowboy, Farmer, Hermit, Hunter, etc.

♡ Handymen

Carpenter, Plumber, Electrician, Contractor, Construction worker, Mechanic, etc.

♡ Science

Scientist, Biologist, Chemist, etc.

♡ Business mogul & Industrialists

Network owner, Tech innovator, Factory owner, Company owner, etc.

♡ NIGHTMARE'S HELPDESK

[v6quewrlds]

Joe Burrow + Fluff/Angst ❤️‍🔥

imagine being joe's gf at ohio state.

In the dimly lit living room of a cramped college apartment, your laughter filled the air as you watched Joe and his friends engage in a heated round of Madden. The laughter of the girls contrasted with the cackling of the guys as they trashed talked each other's virtual football skills. You leaned back into Joe's warmth, your head resting comfortably on his broad shoulder. His arms wrapped around your waist, locking you in place against him as he held his controller tightly, eyes glued to the TV screen.

One of the girls handed you the dwindling blunt and you took a slow drag. You could feel the tension building in Joe's shoulders as you balanced the blunt between your thumb and index finger, you knew he was getting ready to make a big play. The boys went quiet, anticipating the outcome, and then erupted in cheers and disappointed complaints as Joe scored a touchdown. He leaned back, smugly grinning, and kissed your cheek before turning his attention back to the game.

You smiled to yourself as you held the blunt up to Joe's mouth for him to take a hit. His eyes remained on the game, but his expression grew serious as he took it from you. He inhaled deeply, the tip glowing brightly before he released it from his mouth. The smoke curled around your friends, adding a layer of comfort to the already cozy atmosphere. You felt his shoulders relax slightly as his jaw unclenched, the smoke escaping through his lips like second nature.

“You want more?” you asked softly, turning a bit to look at Joe.

“Nah, I’m good for now.” He turned down another hit, his gaze still on the game. You handed the blunt off to the next eager participant and turned your attention back to Joe. His eyes flickered over to yours, and you saw the flicker of lowered inhibitions as his high began to set in.

The conversation grew louder as the game continued, and the topic of football inevitably shifted toward Joe's future at Ohio State. One of the guys, Shawn, a high-school friend of Joe's, brought the topic up with a nonchalance that drew a silent frown out of you. “Joe, you really think you're gonna stay?” he asked, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

Joe simply shrugged, his thumbs never faltering on the controller. “I don't know, man,” he replied, his voice thick with the smoke he'd just inhaled. “It's kind of up in the air right now.”

You sat up straighter. This was news to you. You thought the two of you had put the transfer talk to rest after his spring game last week. The last time you talked about it, Joe mentioned that it wasn't super realistic for him to start over at a new program with only two more years of eligibility left. But here he was, casually talking about it with his friends like it was something he was still seriously considering.

You held back the urge to press him on the matter right there. Instead, you reached for your phone to pretend you were scrolling through social media while your mind raced with questions. The others around you kept talking about it, asking Joe questions about the rumors, but you tried your best to keep your cool.

“What schools you lookin' at?” one of the other guys, Corey, asked, leaning back into the couch cushions.

Joe took a sip of his drink before answering. “Couple of options. Maybe UC or LSU. Gettin' a visit from Coach O soon, so we'll see what that's all about.”

You felt your stomach drop. The University of Cincinnati was still in Ohio, but LSU? That was a whole different world, a place where you would be a fourteen-hour drive away from him. You tried to keep your face neutral, not wanting to make a scene, but your body grew rigid against Joe's chest involuntarily. The conversation around you grew more animated as the guys threw out more names of schools with storied football programs. Your mind was racing, trying to understand what had changed since your last talk about his future.

As the conversation switched to a different topic, you couldn't help but feel a growing knot in your stomach. The room's chatter became a distant buzz as you processed the potential reality of Joe leaving Ohio State, and with it, the comfort of your relationship. You stared at the TV screen, watching the players run across the digital field, but your thoughts were a million miles away.

You released a breath before turning to whisper in Joe's ear, “Transferring is still on the table?” Your voice held a hint of accusation, but Joe's eyes remained on the game.

“Yeah, I know I said it wasn’t realistic, but things have changed a little,” Joe murmured, his eyes flicking to yours briefly before returning to the game. “My spring game put other schools on notice, and it’s not like Urban’s made a decision yet. Dwayne and J.T. are still in the mix, and I can’t just sit here and wait around, you know?”

You nodded, your throat tight. You knew Joe was a talented player who wanted - and deserved - more than just riding the bench, waiting in the wings for his big break. But you hadn't anticipated it would happen this way. Your heart was racing, and you took a sip of your drink to calm yourself. You didn’t want to argue in front of his friends, so you leaned back into his embrace, trying to keep your feelings in check. As if extending an olive branch, Joe's arms tightened around you, his chin coming to rest on the top of your head.

[honeydippedfiction]

A Long Way From Ohio

Track 1 of Off The Record

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Synopsis: Joe Burrow navigates his transition to LSU, bonding with teammates like Ja'Marr Chase and Justin Jefferson while adjusting to the culture, heat, and pace of Baton Rouge. As he gains confidence, Joe embraces his role, driven by a quiet determination to prove himself on and off the field.

Warnings: Mild Language & Locker Room Banter, Stress, Doubt & Internal Struggle, Environmental/Regional Sensory Detail.

Themes: Belonging & Identity, Reinvention & Fresh Starts, Brotherhood & Camaraderie, Pressure & Expectation, Culture & Environment, Quiet Confidence & Growth.

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A/N: we start the series from Joe's POV

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MAY 2018

The first thing Joe Burrow noticed about Baton Rouge was the heat.

It wasn’t just hot—it was alive. Heavy and humid, thick enough to taste. It pressed against his skin like a second shirt, dense and suffocating, seeping into his lungs with every breath. Back in Ohio, spring was still playing games with the thermometer, tossing out the occasional frost-covered morning. Here, it felt like midsummer had already staked its claim and dared anyone to argue.

He stepped off the plane, pausing just short of the jet bridge, as if the Louisiana air itself had body-checked him. For a second, he stood motionless, eyes narrowing against the sun's glare off the tarmac, already sweating through the back of his gray Nike tee.

Welcome to Baton Rouge.

He took a slow breath, but the heaviness clung to his chest, wrapping around his ribs. There was excitement here, sure—but underneath it was a swirl of nerves, a whisper of doubt. This wasn’t just a change in geography. This was a change in everything.

He adjusted the strap on his duffel bag and stepped into the terminal, a long sigh trailing him like a shadow.

The airport was modest but buzzing—families, students, businessmen, the occasional fan sporting purple and gold. Joe moved with quiet purpose, weaving through the crowd like he’d done a dozen times before. But today felt different. He wasn’t just traveling; he was relocating. Restarting. Rebuilding.

Even now, months after entering the transfer portal, the sting of leaving Ohio State lingered. No matter how many times people said it was the right move, it still felt like he was walking away from unfinished business. From a dream rerouted.

He pulled out his phone, scrolling through messages and itineraries, until a new one popped up.

Ja'Marr: You landed yet? Need a ride to the dorms?

Joe stopped walking, letting the message settle. A half-smile crept onto his face, subtle but sincere. He hadn't even met Ja'Marr Chase in person yet, but the wide receiver had already reached out a few days ago, making sure Joe knew he had someone looking out for him down south. That kind of gesture, simple as it was, hit different. Especially now.

He tapped out a reply.

Joe: Yeah, just got in. Thanks.

The response came almost immediately, like Ja'Marr had been waiting on it.

Ja'Marr: No problem, man. You’ll be good here. Get ready for the heat. It’s a different world in Baton Rouge. See you in a few.

Joe pocketed the phone and walked through the automatic doors into a wall of heat so thick it made him blink.

Outside, the lot shimmered with sun-baked cars and exhaust fumes. Somewhere in the distance, cicadas buzzed like static. He shaded his eyes, scanned the row of vehicles, and tried to imagine what it would take to make this place feel like home. He had no answers—only hopes.

And a chip on his shoulder the size of Tiger Stadium.

Ten Minutes Later

The sedan that pulled up had seen better days—its paint dulled by years of southern sun, windows cracked to battle the heat. Purple LSU seat covers clung tightly to the worn interior, and a half-empty water bottle rolled lazily across the passenger floorboard. Joe opened the door to a burst of stale air and the faint scent of barbecue chips.

Behind the wheel sat Ja'Marr Chase, sunglasses pushed up into a mess of curls, one arm slung casually over the wheel like he had nowhere else to be.

“You Burrow?” he asked, grinning.

Joe nodded and tossed his bag into the back. “Appreciate the pickup.”

“No problem,” Ja'Marr said, pulling away from the curb with a smooth jerk. “Figured I better get to you before Coach O sends someone with a whistle.”

Joe smirked. “Wouldn’t surprise me.”

The ride to the athlete dorms passed in a sun-drenched blur, the kind that made time feel suspended in the heat. Baton Rouge highways rolled out before them, low and flat, framed by swaying oaks and billboards shouting support for the Tigers. The car’s A/C sputtered now and then, putting up a weak fight against the midday swelter, but Ja'Marr didn’t seem to notice—or care. The windows were cracked just enough to let the sticky Southern air slip inside.

Joe leaned against the passenger door, eyes scanning the unfamiliar scenery. Everything felt different here—the trees, the cadence of the local talk shows on the radio, even the color of the sky. It wasn’t the soft gray of Ohio. It was clearer. Brighter. And somehow, heavier.

Ja'Marr was easy company. Cool without trying, hands loose on the steering wheel, sunglasses balanced on the bridge of his nose. A dusty LSU cap sat turned backward, and a faint rhythm from the speakers underlined the silence between them—an easy kind of silence, not the awkward kind.

“So,” Ja'Marr said finally, glancing over at Joe as they idled at a red light, “what’d they tell you?”

Joe didn’t answer right away. He watched a cyclist pedal slowly through the crosswalk, his shirt soaked through with sweat. When the light turned green, he shifted slightly and replied, “That I’d have a shot. Nothing guaranteed.”

Ja'Marr nodded, lips pressed in a line. “That’s all any of us get, man. A shot. You just gotta take it and run with it. Most people don’t.”

Joe glanced at him, curious. “You think I will?”

Ja'Marr’s answer came without hesitation. “I think you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t planning to.”

They didn’t say much after that. The streets grew narrower, more familiar to Ja'Marr as they got closer to campus. Signs for tailgate events and student elections dotted the light poles, and people in LSU shirts seemed to be everywhere—grabbing snowballs from food trucks, tossing frisbees on campus greens, soaking up summer like it was a second skin.

Finally, they turned onto a shaded lane that opened up to a cluster of modern brick buildings trimmed in gold. Joe recognized them from pictures: the athlete dorms.

They pulled to a stop in front of a building with wide steps and hanging banners that read “GEAUX TIGERS” in bold, defiant letters. Purple and gold flags whipped in the breeze. The smell of freshly cut grass mingled with something fried from the nearby student union—a smell that made Joe’s stomach rumble even though he hadn’t felt hungry all day.

Ja'Marr killed the engine, the sudden silence giving way to the ambient hum of campus life. Joe stepped out and was immediately met with a fresh wave of humidity. His shirt clung to his back.

“Welcome to the jungle,” Ja'Marr said with a grin, slamming his door shut. “Let’s get you checked in.”

Inside, the dorm was a whole world of its own. The hallway was alive with motion and noise—the unmistakable chaos of off-season downtime. Doors hung open, music pulsed from portable speakers, and laughter echoed down the hall. Players leaned in doorways or sprawled across beanbags, tossing footballs or video game controllers back and forth. Someone rapped a beat on the wall while another freestyled loudly over it. The rhythm of it all hit Joe like a wave.

He gripped the strap of his duffel a little tighter.

“Don’t worry,” Ja'Marr said, walking beside him. “It’s loud, yeah, but give it a week. You’ll sleep through a hurricane after a few practices.”

Joe gave a weak smile, his eyes scanning the faces. He knew these guys by name, had watched their film, read scouting reports. Now he was walking past them—new, unproven, and carrying the weight of everything he’d left behind.

At the end of the hall, leaning against a cinderblock wall like he didn’t have a care in the world, stood Justin Jefferson. He wore a white tank top and LSU gym shorts, earbuds draped around his neck and a Gatorade in hand. When he saw Joe, his face lit up.

“Burrow,” he called out, pushing off the wall. “The man of the hour.”

Joe offered a small nod, adjusting his bag over his shoulder. “Appreciate you guys meeting me.”

“Of course, bro,” Justin said, stepping forward and offering a fist. Joe bumped it without hesitation. “You made it. That’s what matters.”

“Let’s get you settled in,” Ja'Marr said, leading the way again. He nodded toward a stairwell. “Your room’s on the second floor. Close to the laundry room and two doors down from the kitchen—prime location.”

“Hopefully not too close to the noise,” Joe muttered.

Justin laughed. “Too late for that.”

The walk to his room was short but loud. Joe passed more players, all of them sizing him up, some nodding, a few offering “What’s up”s. One lineman, shirtless and enormous, pointed a phone at Ja'Marr and shouted, “Yo, tell the new QB not to be late tomorrow! Coach got receipts now!”

“Relax, Big T,” Ja'Marr called back. “We’re breaking him in slow.”

Joe chuckled nervously.

“Don’t mind them,” Justin said. “They’re just making sure you know you’re part of it now.”

At the room, Ja'Marr pushed the door open. The space was simple—a twin XL bed, a wooden desk, a dresser, and a window overlooking the practice field.

Joe dropped his bag on the bed and took a long breath. The field looked almost peaceful from here, the end zones like painted promises.

“This is it,” Ja'Marr said, hands on his hips. “Home sweet home.”

Justin leaned against the doorframe. “You good?”

Joe nodded, but his eyes stayed fixed on the field. “Yeah. I just… It’s all real now, you know?”

“Good,” Ja'Marr said. “You want it to feel real. That’s how you know you’re ready.”

Joe turned to face them, the room already starting to feel a little less empty with their presence. “Thanks for meeting me. Seriously. This… this helps.”

Justin smirked. “Man, we’re teammates. We ride together now. We look out for each other.”

“Exactly,” Ja'Marr added. “And don’t worry about trying to prove anything tonight. Just take it all in. You’ll get your shot.”

Joe gave a small smile, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly. “I’ll be ready.”

Justin clapped his hands. “Alright then. Let’s get you out of this hot box and into the common room. You play Madden?”

“Of course.”

“Good. We need a new punching bag,” Ja'Marr joked.

As they turned to leave, laughter and music grew louder down the hall. Joe followed them into the chaos, still uncertain of how everything would unfold—but more sure than ever that this was where he was meant to be.

A fresh start.

A real shot.

And for the first time since the plane touched down, Joe Burrow felt like he might just belong.

Joe’s room was small, but clean—functional in the way most college dorms were. Cinderblock walls painted off-white, a twin XL bed with a stiff-looking mattress, a wooden desk scarred by years of restless note-taking, and a matching dresser that groaned slightly when he tugged open the top drawer. Nothing fancy. No frills. But it was his—for now.

He let his duffel fall to the floor with a dull thud, the sound echoing a little too loudly in the bare room. As he turned toward the window, a breeze filtered in through the cracked pane, bringing with it the scent of cut grass and something faintly metallic—like the air before a storm. The practice fields stretched out below, a wide swath of green trimmed to perfection. Yard lines gleamed under the dying sun. Even from up here, they looked sharp and unforgiving.

That field would become his battlefield. His proving ground.

Tomorrow.

He exhaled through his nose and ran a hand through his hair, the nerves tightening again in his chest. He was used to pressure—it came with the position—but this felt different. He wasn’t stepping into a role. He was stepping into the unknown.

A knock on the doorframe broke his train of thought.

“You good?” Ja’Marr asked, leaning in casually.

Joe turned from the window and nodded. “Yeah. Just… taking it in.”

Ja'Marr gave a knowing grin. “That feeling doesn’t really go away. But it gets easier.”

Joe grabbed a clean shirt from his bag. “You guys walking me around, or leaving me to figure it out the hard way?”

“Please,” Justin’s voice called from down the hall, “You’d get lost before you hit the dining hall.”

Joe smirked and followed them out.

The sun had begun its slow descent, casting long shadows across campus as the three of them strolled along the worn paths threading between buildings. A warm orange glow bathed the brick walls, and the air buzzed with the low murmur of students scattered across benches and under trees, savoring the last moments of daylight.

“Alright, see that building over there?” Ja'Marr pointed across a quad dotted with students tossing a frisbee. “That’s the film room—slash raccoon cage.”

Joe tilted his head. “Raccoon cage?”

Justin chuckled, already shaking his head. “You’re gonna love this one.”

“No lie,” Ja'Marr said, grinning. “Coach O once held an entire team meeting in there while a raccoon was stuck in the ceiling tiles. Scratching, squealing, tearing stuff up. Dude didn’t even blink.”

Joe raised an eyebrow. “And nobody stopped the meeting?”

“Hell no,” Justin said. “Coach just yelled louder than the raccoon.”

“I thought someone was gonna trap it,” Ja'Marr added. “Turns out it left on its own. Probably couldn’t take the yelling.”

Joe laughed, a real laugh this time—one that reached his chest and caught him off guard.

Something about the absurdity of it all, the easy way they told the story, made things feel lighter. More real.

For the first time since arriving, the knot in his stomach loosened.

They kept walking, making their way through campus as the sun dipped lower, the orange fading into soft pinks and purples. Lights flickered on inside dorm windows and the sound of cicadas hummed in the background like a summer chorus. A couple of teammates shouted greetings from across the quad, and Joe nodded in response, unsure whether to wave back or pretend he hadn’t heard.

Eventually, they found themselves standing near the edge of the practice field. The heat from the turf still radiated upward, mixing with the thick evening air. The grass shimmered faintly, catching the last rays of sunlight like the surface of a lake.

Joe stepped forward, hands on his hips, eyes roaming the length of the field.

“Man,” he muttered, squinting, “it’s like walking through soup out here.”

Ja’Marr gave a low chuckle, adjusting the bill of his cap. “Welcome to Louisiana. You’re either sweating or you’re inside.”

Justin nodded. “If you’re not drenched by the end of practice, you didn’t practice.”

Joe didn’t respond right away. He stared across the field, watching as sprinklers hissed to life on the far end, casting lazy arcs of water across the grass.

“I’ve got a lot to catch up on,” he said finally, voice low, thoughtful.

“You’ll catch up,” Justin said, stepping beside him. “That chip on your shoulder? That’s fuel. Just don’t let it weigh you down.”

Joe looked at him—really looked—and saw something in Justin’s face that told him the guy meant it. There was no fake bravado, no player-to-player posturing. Just truth. From one teammate to another.

“You’ve got the arm,” Ja’Marr added. “Now you just gotta show us the rest.”

Joe nodded slowly, something shifting behind his eyes. “I will.”

The last of the sun disappeared beyond the stadium walls, and with it, the sounds of campus quieted. The three of them stood there for a moment longer in the dusk, the field before them vast and shadowed, full of uncertainty.

But also full of promise.

That night, the athlete dorm’s common room pulsed with energy, thick with the easy camaraderie of teammates off the clock. Overhead lights cast a warm yellow glow across the mismatched couches and scuffed tables. Someone had dragged the flat-screen closer to the center of the room, cords snaking across the floor like vines, while another balanced a game console on an old mini-fridge. A copy of Madden was already spinning in the tray, the soundtrack thumping beneath a chorus of half-joking insults.

The transformation was almost instant.

“Yo, Burrow,” Ja'Marr called from across the room, his voice cutting clean through the noise. He was lounged across the arm of a couch, controller in hand, a bottle of Gatorade tucked between his knees. “You play, or you just watch film all day like a coach in training?”

Joe looked up, already smiling. The tension of the day had begun to melt away, and the rhythm of this place—of these people—was starting to feel like something he could move with.

“Only one way to find out,” he replied, rolling his shoulders as he stood. He walked over, grabbed a controller, and dropped into an open seat like he’d been doing it for years.

Within minutes, teams were drafted and rivalries declared. Someone started a running scoreboard on a nearby whiteboard with bold purple marker, and another guy set the ground rules: no pausing during play, no crying after losses, and absolutely no blaming lag.

“Loser does pushups,” Justin added, stretching his arms behind his head with a lazy grin. “Fifty.”

“Fifty?” Joe echoed. “That’s excessive.”

“Welcome to LSU,” Ja'Marr said, eyes locked on the screen. “We don’t do anything halfway.”

The trash talk began before the kickoff.

“You picked the Bengals? Bold move,” someone said, stifling a laugh.

Joe smirked. “Foreshadowing.”

They all groaned.

Controllers clicked like insects in a storm, the sounds of in-game collisions syncing with real-life reactions—cheers, groans, shouts of “Come on!” and “That was PI!”

Joe held his own, more than most expected. But in the fourth quarter, with less than a minute on the clock, he blew a crucial coverage. His cornerback got burned on a deep post route, and the room erupted.

“Noooo!” Joe groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “He was supposed to drop!”

Ja'Marr cackled, pointing a triumphant finger. “That’s what you get for picking the Bengals!”

“You blew a 10-point lead,” Justin added, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Tragic.”

Joe threw a pillow across the room. “Y’all are ruthless.”

“But it’s love,” someone called from the kitchen.

He couldn’t help but laugh, sinking deeper into the couch as the room buzzed around him. The smell of microwaved popcorn mingled with the tang of sweat and fabric softener. Fans spun lazily above, stirring the warm air. The energy of the night had shifted—still lively, but looser now, more intimate. The competitive edge had dulled, replaced by the quiet hum of familiarity. This wasn’t just a dorm. This was their space.

Joe leaned back, letting the controller rest on his lap. Sweat clung to the back of his neck, drying slowly as the air cooled.

His gaze drifted across the room.

Near the far corner, tucked into a circle of chairs, sat a group of players and a few others from campus. Among them, one figure stood out—not because she was loud or showy, but because she didn’t need to be.

Her laugh was distinct—warm, full, and unafraid. She leaned back in her seat, tossing her hair over one shoulder as she joked with the guy next to her. She wore a faded LSU tee and ripped jeans, feet tucked beneath her, posture relaxed but alert. Confident. Effortless.

Joe didn’t know her—not really—but something about the way she carried herself caught him. There was gravity there. Presence.

He found himself watching, almost without realizing.

A sharp elbow to the ribs brought him back to earth.

“Dude,” Justin said under his breath. “You’re staring.”

Joe blinked and sat up straighter. “What? No, I was just—”

“Don’t lie,” Ja'Marr cut in with a sly grin. He didn’t even look away from the screen. “You’ve been staring for like ten minutes.”

“I have not,” Joe protested, but his ears betrayed him, going slightly red.

Justin leaned closer, dropping his voice just enough. “She’s cool, man. She's my girlfriend's best friend. Smart, too. Business Management, I think. Doesn’t take crap from anybody.”

“She’s friends with half the team,” Ja'Marr added. “But not like that, before you ask.”

Joe shook his head, laughing awkwardly. “I wasn’t gonna ask.”

“Just saying,” Justin grinned, “don’t screw it up.”

“I’m not planning on anything.”

“Uh-huh,” Ja'Marr said, dragging out the syllables. “That’s what they all say.”

Joe lifted a cushion and threw it in their direction, missing on purpose.

The conversation shifted, the moment passed, but something lingered in the air—unspoken, electric. He glanced back across the room one more time. She caught his eye for half a second, offered a polite smile, then turned back to her friends. Just enough to make him sit up a little straighter.

He didn’t know what this was yet. LSU. These guys. Her.

But for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel like a visitor trying to earn his place. He felt like he was already beginning to find it.

As the weeks unfolded, summer in Baton Rouge settled into a rhythm—hot, relentless, and strangely comforting.

Each morning began before the sun had even crested the horizon. Joe’s alarm blared at 5:30 AM, and like clockwork, he rolled out of bed, muscles sore from the day before, brain already running through formations and routes before his feet even touched the floor. He moved like a soldier on deployment—methodical, disciplined. Wake. Lift. Watch film. Throw. Recover. Repeat.

There were no shortcuts. No guarantees. But Joe didn’t need easy—he needed a shot. And Baton Rouge, for all its heat and chaos, was giving him that.

The days blurred into one another, sun-soaked and sweat-drenched. The weight of the heat was ever-present, like an invisible cloak draped over his shoulders. It clung to everything—his clothes, his skin, his breath—but he stopped noticing after a while. Everyone else seemed to take it in stride. So he did too.

The pressure never left him, but it changed shape. It stopped feeling like something chasing him and started feeling like something pushing him forward.

And somewhere in the middle of that grind—amid the scrimmages, the broken plays, the quiet nods from coaches when a pass hit just right—Joe started to feel it: a shift. He wasn’t just surviving LSU anymore.

He was belonging.

Afternoons brought relief, at least in spirit. The pool days became ritual. Unofficially scheduled, but always expected. When practice ended and the sun hit its highest blaze, the crew gathered—Ja'Marr, Justin, a rotating cast of teammates and friends, and increasingly, Joe.

They'd sprawl across loungers like melted wax figures, legs dangling in the cool, chlorinated water. Someone always brought a speaker. Someone else brought snacks. Someone, inevitably, brought an opinion.

“This playlist is trash,” Ja’Marr declared one Thursday, toeing the speaker with disdain. “Turn that off. I’m not sitting poolside listening to sad white-boy guitar music.”

“That’s John Mayer,” Joe said defensively, adjusting his sunglasses without looking up.

“Exactly,” Ja’Marr replied, deadpan. “Sad white-boy guitar music.”

Justin, stretched out in a chair beside them, grinned. “Man’s not wrong.”

Joe sighed. “I threw four touchdowns this morning and this is how I’m treated?”

“That fourth one was underthrown,” Justin muttered.

Joe sat up, mock offended. “It was placed where only my receiver could get it.”

“It was placed where no one wanted it.”

Laughter followed. The kind that came easy now. The kind Joe hadn’t known he’d missed.

The conversations meandered with the lazy drift of the afternoon. Music turned to memories, which turned to food. Always food.

“You haven’t lived ‘til you’ve had real gumbo,” Ja’Marr declared one afternoon, reclined like royalty in a deck chair.

Joe raised an eyebrow, water dripping from his forearm. “Define real.”

“Homemade,” Justin chimed in, taking the question seriously. “Sausage, shrimp, maybe some chicken if it’s the right kind. And spice. Lots of spice.”

“Not that weak stuff you Yankees use up north,” Ja’Marr added, reaching for the bottle of hot sauce that always sat within arm’s reach, like it was part of his survival kit. “This? Goes. On. Everything.”

Joe grinned. “Everything?”

“Everything,” they answered in eerie unison, as if they’d rehearsed it.

He held up his hands in surrender. “Alright. Noted. I’ve got a lot to learn.”

“You’ll get there,” Ja'Marr said, nudging him with his foot, knocking a splash of water onto Joe’s leg. “Just don’t go claiming you like gumbo until you’ve had Miss Loretta’s.”

Joe turned his head. “Who’s that? A restaurant?”

Justin’s eyes lit up. “Nah, man. Miss Loretta is our nutritionist. Been with the program forever. But she’s also a—” he paused dramatically, “culinary wizard.”

Ja’Marr nodded solemnly. “One bite of her gumbo and you’ll forget your own last name.”

“I’m serious,” Justin said. “She’ll change your life. I saw a guy cry once after eating her jambalaya.”

“That was you,” Ja’Marr said.

“Okay, but still.”

Joe laughed, the sound rich and unguarded. He was used to sterile meals and protein shakes, rigid regimens where taste was a luxury. The idea that food could feel like home—that it could connect people like this—was something he hadn’t realized he’d missed.

“Alright,” he said, pointing at the hot sauce. “But just so we’re clear, I’m not putting that on ice cream.”

“You will,” Ja’Marr said, stretching with a yawn. “You just don’t know it yet.”

As the sun dipped behind the dorm buildings, casting gold streaks across the pool deck, the crew stayed a little longer. No one rushed to leave. Someone played old Lil Wayne, and a few others tossed a ball across the shallow end. The sounds of splashing, laughter, and banter mingled with the distant chirp of cicadas in the trees.

Joe leaned back, arms resting along the lip of the pool, water lapping at his shoulders. The sky overhead was shifting from orange to deep violet, and for the first time that summer, the thought crossed his mind—not as hope, but as something closer to certainty.

He could see himself here.

Not just playing. Living.

He turned to Justin, who was cracking open a Sprite.

“Think she’ll really let me try the gumbo?”

Justin nodded. “Miss Loretta? Once she knows you’re serious about being here, you’re in. She’s got a radar for that.”

“She fed me before she learned my name,” Ja'Marr added. “She said, ‘If you’re gonna bleed purple and gold, you’re gonna eat like it.’”

Joe chuckled. “Guess I better earn it.”

“You already are,” Justin said simply, without any need to elaborate.

And Joe, feeling the water swirl gently around him, let that truth sink in deeper than any throw he’d made that week.

By the end of July, the shift wasn’t subtle anymore. It was everywhere.

Joe wasn’t just another transfer anymore—wasn’t just the Ohio kid, or the quarterback trying to figure it out. He was Burrow now. The name carried weight in the locker room, bounced off the weight room walls, and echoed in the huddle during seven-on-sevens. He’d earned it—not through words, but through sweat and silence and the steady way he showed up. Every damn day.

He was the guy who stayed after practice to run extra throwing sessions, even when the sun was setting low and the air was still a suffocating 90 degrees. He ran route trees until the lights came on over the practice field. He wasn’t afraid to correct timing or stop a drill to run it again. Always focused. Always calm. Never flashy.

But off the field—back in the athlete dorms, among the haze of protein shakes and the constant churn of laundry machines—Joe laughed easily. Loudly. Fully. He joined the trash talk, leaned into the Madden rivalries, and had somehow developed a reputation for sneaking extra dessert from the dining hall with a conspiratorial grin.

He belonged now. And everyone knew it.

One night, the heat was still clinging to the building long after dark, the walls of the common room buzzing with leftover energy from a long day. The floor was littered with gym bags and stray cleats, the air faintly smelling of Gatorade and something vaguely burnt from the microwave.

Justin stood up from the couch, stretching his long limbs, before tossing a controller in Joe’s direction with a cocky grin.

“Time for a rematch, bro. I’m not letting you hold that win forever.”

Joe caught it with one hand, barely looking up as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You sure about that? ‘Cause that last L looked kinda... permanent.”

A few guys in the room chuckled, and Justin raised an eyebrow.

“Permanent? That pick-six was a fluke, and you know it.”

Ja’Marr leaned forward from where he was sitting on the arm of a chair, nursing a water bottle and grinning like he’d seen this play out before. “Y’all talkin’ big,” he said, voice dry but amused. “Let’s see it, then. Don’t nobody care about past games. We playin’ tonight.”

“Loser does dishes,” someone chimed in from the kitchenette.

“Loser picks up everyone’s laundry,” added another voice.

Joe looked at Justin, eyebrow raised. “You sure you wanna raise the stakes?”

“Man,” Justin said, cracking his knuckles, “I was born for this.”

They set up the game, everyone crowding in—some sitting on the floor, others leaning over the backs of chairs. The screen flickered to life, casting pale light across the room. Someone turned the speaker down, but not off—Lil Baby still pulsed low in the background.

Joe settled into the couch, controller resting lightly in his hands. He glanced around, taking it in—the familiar smell of the dorms, the sounds of the guys laughing and yelling, the flicker of the screen in the reflection of the window.

He wasn’t thinking about the past anymore. Not about the seasons that didn’t go his way, or the decision to leave Ohio State. Not about what he had to prove. That pressure was still there, sure—but it no longer felt like a weight chained to his ankle. It was fuel now. Purpose.

He belonged here.

The game kicked off.

Within minutes, the banter returned—louder, sharper. Every play came with commentary. Justin danced after every first down. Joe shook his head when his safety blew a coverage.

“Again?” he muttered. “Why is this guy always ten yards behind?”

“Sounds like coaching,” Ja’Marr teased.

“Sounds like sabotage,” Joe shot back. “Check Justin’s settings. I swear he’s cheating.”

The room erupted. Even the guys who weren’t playing were fully invested—offering play suggestions, heckling from the sidelines like it was a bowl game.

At halftime, the score was tied. Joe leaned back, stretching his arms over his head, a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead—not from nerves, but from the weight of the day and the heat of the moment.

“I gotta admit,” he said casually, “you’ve improved.”

Justin smirked. “I’ve been training. Studying film. Grinding.”

“You watched one YouTube tutorial,” Ja’Marr deadpanned.

“Don’t disrespect the grind,” Justin said, pointing dramatically.

They played into the night, long after curfew was technically over, long after the energy from the day should’ve worn off. But no one was ready to call it. Not yet.

The room, now dim with only the screen’s glow and a flickering lamp in the corner, felt like something sacred. Not flashy. Not loud. But real. Something you didn’t realize you were part of until you were in the middle of it.

Joe leaned into the couch as the fourth quarter began, sipping from a water bottle and grinning like someone who had finally exhaled.

And for the first time since he’d stepped off that plane into the thick, unrelenting Louisiana heat… he didn’t feel like he was just passing through.

He didn’t feel like an outsider wearing borrowed colors.

He felt like he was home.

LSU wasn’t just a second chance. It was his chance.

And Joe Burrow—finally, fully, and without question—belonged.

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Ragatha (Rosalyn) Anne Miller

Age when she joined: 20

Height: 5’9

Age Now: 32

Fave Color: Pale Blue

Sexuality and Gender: DemiGirl, Lesbian

Pronouns: She/They

Personality Type: ISFJ

Zodiac: Taurus

Home State/Country: Ohio (Scottish, English, American)

Birthday: May 5, 1993

Year she joined: 2013

Headcanons

She is Dane Miller's (The founder and owner of C&A) daughter. She had been a people pleaser for as long as she lived, her father was emotionally abusive and immature, causing Ragatha to grow up quicker than she should’ve.

Being able to summon her sewing needles and sew herself back up instantly, her butcher’s knives, and to go limp just like a ragdoll. She is also very resilient to attacks, being a ragdoll has its perks. If the gash is too big to sew on her own, she’ll either get someone else to sew her or Caine. She won’t die tho, but will definitely be traumatised.

Her father taught her how to sew.

She was raised by her father alone.

She was extremely rich, having a mansion, horses, a pool, yatch, ect. She was basically a modern princess.

She was very popular in school but didn’t want all the attention. She was soon bullied by the same kids for being, “Ungrateful”.

She went to private schools before being homeschooled.

Dane made sure Ragatha was completely under his influence and when she did finally figure out what was going on with him trapping people in his game, he did the same to his own daughter.

Ragatha's mother wasn't very present in her children’s lives. That was because she was working 2 jobs for her family which meant Ragatha had to be her replacement.

Is a firm Christian and went to church every Sunday, prayed every night, and said grace before every meal and still does. But she does respect other religions of course.

Had a wonderful relationship with her grandparents but only knew them for the first few years of her life.

She was born with blindness in her eye (the eye that has the button) and was bullied by her siblings for it.

Ragatha crochets in her free time. She loves making little coasters, sweaters, ect.

Is very oblivious to compliments/flirts.

After leaving the circus, she would have horrible nightmares of her father as Caine.

Ragatha still needs a nightlight to sleep.

Get to know the ragdoll!

Chinese Horoscope: Rooster

Spirit Animal: Rabbit

IQ: 92

Nicknames: Ragsy (Artsy), Raggy Anne (Jax), Mom (Gangle), Honey (Pomni)

Allergies: Wheat and Eggs

Disabilities: Blind in one eye

Right or Left Handed: Right

Quirks/Habits: Pulls on hair when angry or upset and constantly bounces leg

Siblings: 3 younger brothers and 2 younger sisters

Who is the most important person in her life: Pomni

Person she looks up to the most: Kinger

Best Friend: Kinger

Lover: Pomni

Rival: Jax

If he could have a superpower it would be: Flight

Dream Job: Professional Horse Rider

Biggest Fear: People not liking her

Biggest Flaw: Being a people pleaser

Favorite Animal: Horse

Favorite Hobby: Making clothes

Favorite Food: Spaghetti and Meatballs

Favorite Drink: Fruit Punch Gatorade

Least Favorite Food: Basalmic Vinegar Brussel Sprouts

Favorite Season: Spring

Favorite Movie: Breakfast Club

Favorite Book: The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien

Favorite Singer/Artist: Brittany Spears

Very skilled at: Sewing and fixing clothes

Least skilled at: Putting her foot down

Greatest Achievement: Won 1st place in her state's horse riding competition

Pet Peeves: Jax, people who are mean to others for no reason, messy sinks/houses.

Introvert or Extrovert: Both

Organized or Messy: Organized

Is she good at singing: Yes

Can she bake: Yes

Can she cook: Yes

Does she play any sports: Horse Riding

Instrument: Violin

Motto: “Treat others how you want to be treated.”

Theme Songs

She's just a Ragdolly - Raggedy Anne and Andy movie

Old Doll - The Mad Father

[bitbybitwrites]

WIP ASK ME GAME

I was tagged by @wordsofhoneydew and @itsmaybitheway. Thank you so much for thinking of me! Sorry for the delay - it took me longer than usual to think of descriptions of all the WIP I've got in the works 😂

So here are some Klaine and RWRB fics I'm working on that anyone can feel free to ask me about if you'd like:)

A long WIP list can be found under the break!

***P.S. I'll keep updating this as I keep cranking out WIP/ finishing fics. 😉

**LIST UPDATED - 1/31/25

Partially published WIP:

(Klaine) If I Can Make Your Heart My Home - (Klaine Reverse Bang 2023) Life in New York City and working in the restaurant industry wasn’t exactly what Kurt Hummel had expected it would be. He’s lonely, stressed out and miserable. He’s almost ready to throw in the towel and return home to Ohio when a chance meeting with a musician in Central Park changes everything. (Warning: an angsty rollercoaster of a ride. Soooo many cameos from Glee characters! 😉)

(RWRB) Puppy Love - (RWRB NYE gift exchange 2023) The cold snowy day that Henry Fox discovers an abandoned beagle puppy in an alley brings handsome, flirty veterinarian, Alex Claremont-Diaz into his life. Alex is a single dad, recently moved to NY with his young son who Henry hasn't met yet - or so Alex thought. (Fluffy kid!fic)

(Klaine) Sanctuary - (Klaine Word Scramble 2023) Crown Prince Blaine has stumbled into a secluded glade, trying to escape the horrors of the bloody war his father had brought upon their kingdom. Mourning his beloved older brother and faced with the burden of taking his place in the kingdom, Blaine yearns for a place to hid from the world to deal with the issues weighing on his heavy heart. He encounters a mysterious elf, the guardian of the magical spring that Blaine has mistakenly defiled, whose growing connection to his life the young prince can't ignore. (Inspired by an idea/ artwork by @datshitrandom and @justgleekout)

(Klaine) missed connecitons - (Klaine Secret Santa 2024)

It is 1893. Vogue Magazine is in its second year of publication.

One of its most popular writers, Kurt Hummel, is both worshipped and feared by his readers - his ability to cut down or to uplift those yearning for social acceptance and acknowledgment rivals the influence that even those of the illustrious Four Hundred had.

When Kurt is assigned a new illustrator for his column, he is not pleased. In fact, he despises Blaine Anderson on sight. How could he not, after how their previous first encounter had ended . . .

Not published yet WIP :

(these are in various states of readiness: some outlined, some partially written, some still in the brainstorming/research phase)

(RWRB) I approach, and I withdraw (tentative title) - Historical fic - Alejandro Diaz was still a boy when he followed his father into the thick of the fight for Mexico's independence. A series of unfortunate events, however, led him and his family to flee his home and to adopt new identities for their own safety. Years later, after he finds himself well ensconced in his new life as an attaché to the office of the new American ambassador to England, Alexander Claremont soon finds his past catching up to him. (Inspired by these historical paintings by @stormtrooperjeff17004 as well as artwork from @artofobsession seen here and here.)

(RWRB) Shaken, Not Stirred (Spy!AU) - CIA Officer Alex Claremont Diaz is not new to working on joint operations with other foreign agencies. He does it often and he does it well, which is why his superior, Zahra Bankston, never hesitates to assign them to him. What he wasn't expecting that morning was to be put on a new assignment with his least favorite MI6 operative, Henry Fox - and that they had to use being a newly married couple as their cover to get the job done. (Inspired by this drawing by @noodles-and-tea )

(Klaine) Cuffed (a D/s and soulmate story and prequel to my first ever fic, Trick or Treat) - - Musician Blaine Anderson has always been lonely sub, yearning for a place to belong and someone to belong to. Kurt Hummel is the an overworked and high in demand designer - a Dom with no time to sit and relax and focus on what his needs are. When an old friend hires Kurt to revamp his new club, Kurt's life becomes intertwined with Blaine's in a way neither of them could ignore.

(Klaine) Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weenie (Day 2 /Bikini - Klaine Advent 2023/ PWP) - A casual little fashion critique while the boys are on a well needed vacation, leads to a little outdoor fun. (Set in my Trick or Treat AU)

(RWRB) how ardently i admire and love you (online auction!AU) - Alex is desperate to find the perfect birthday gift for Henry, and eventually finds himself in an online bidding war for the one unique item that he knows his boyfriend would just adore.

(Klaine) I Know You Wanna Take Me Home (tentative title) (Klaine Valentines Challenge 2024/Pretty Woman!AU) Well established business man, Kurt Hummel never thought he could find anyone of substance among the escorts at Dalton House. But after being convinced to visit the upscale club by his friend, Kurt's mind is quickly changed once he sets his eyes on a beautiful boy in a gilded cage who was up for auction that night.

(Klaine) Untitled Klaine fic (Klaine Advent 2022) - Set in my Klaine superhero AU - Under The Cover of Darkness) Blaine decides to go home with Kurt for the holidays and doesn't make the best first impression with Kurt's parents.

(Klaine) Untitled Klaine fic (Feudal Japan!AU) - based off of novel The Tokaido Road - On a personal mission to avenge the murder of his father, Kurt travels the Tokaido , braving its dangers and interesting characters on the way. As the son of a nobleman, Kurt travels in disguise, unaware that the person who sanctioned his father's murderer has also sent Blaine, a talented and deadly ronin, to find and kill Kurt as well.

(RWRB)- the phantom touch of your hand (tentative title) - (Fantasy/cursed tattoo fic!AU) Two young swordsmen are determined to vanquish a sorcerer who has laid a tragic curse on them both. The problem is, the curse keeps them from being together at the same time, doomed to travel alone, one by day, the other by night - the only reminder of the other being the cursed tattoo burned into their skin.

(Klaine) - Untitled Klaine fic (While You were Sleeping!AU) - Kurt Hummel always wanted to live in NYC - his dreams were to be on Broadway. Being on the Broadway stage that is. Not working on the corner of Broadway and 44th in one of those coffee/food carts parked out on the street. Things for him change the day that Cooper Anderson, Kurt's gorgeous repeat customer whom he secretly fantasizes about, nearly gets hit by a bus. After following him to the hospital, Kurt gets mistaken for being his crush's fiancee which should have been his dream come true - until he meets Cooper's sweet down to earth brother, Blaine.

(Sebklaine) Let you put your hands on me (College threesome AU) - heavily influenced by "one of those movies" - wink, wink . . - Kurt's frustrated ( in more ways than one) and his good friends and new roomates, Blaine and Sebastian, find a way to help him out.

(Klaine/RWRB) - Untitled fic (Scheherazade/ 1001 Arabian Nights !AU) - A lone traveler gets captured by a band of sex slavers in the desert. After being subjected to the horrors of slavery, the young man gets rescued by a desert prince in disguise, chosen to be his sole consort. Every evening, the consort tells his prince a story for him amusement. - planning a series of probably shorts all in the same style. Maybe it'll be a collection to do with other writers? Not sure yet. Might alternate with either Henry/Alex being the Prince and Consort and Blaine/Kurt being the characters in the bedtime tales or vice versa. Or maybe create 2 OC to be the Prince/Consort and have the other four boys be the characters in the shorter stories. I'm assuming it would be alot of mature/explicit shorts - but wouldn't mind a mix of other ratings in between as well.

(RWRB) burn baby burn (magical/fantasy AU) - Based off of this Tumblr prompt - When royalty calls, Alex knows, as a swordsman for hire, that the payout is going to be lucrative. So all he has to do is face a dragon and save a princesss from it and he should be rolling in gold for the next few months. Right? Alex finds out quickly that there is no princess to save. . .but there is a dragon. A dragon named Henry.

(Klaine) Baby Won't You Light My Fire (magical/ fantasy AU) - Based off of this Tumblr prompt- Blaine had assumed his latest quest would be an easy, run-of-the-mill job. Seemed like it was going to be an easy protection detail for the son of a blacksmith. What Blaine soon realizes is that this job was NOT what it said on the tin.

(Klaine) Blood, Sweat and Tears (a mythical/magical/supernatural beings AU ) ( Klainetober 2024) - Blaine Anderson finds out after stumbling into upperclassman Kurt Hummel during a NYADA Halloween party that there is a whole other magical world of beings existing along side everyone else.

(Klaine) It Came Upon A Midnight Clear ( a Nutcracker/ Historical AU) - Inspired by a gorgeous Klaine Secret Santa 2024 gift I recieved from @kurtwarbler. You can see the artwork here. - It is Christmas. Kurt Hummel is still mourning the death of his father when he receives an unexpected gift: a nutcracker passed down from his mother that will lead him on the most amazing adventure.

Tagging ( only if they want to play): @myheartalivewrites, @clottedcreamfudge, @hkvoyage, @kirakiwiwrites, @gleefulpoppet,

@gleefuldarrencrissfan, @onthewaytosomewhere, @sarkyblueeyes, @madas-ahatters-world @rougedraconteur,

@yadivagirl @lilinas, @forabeatofadrum, @kiwiana-writes, @spaceorphan18,

@special-bc-ur-part-of-it, @fallevs @daisyishedwig @annepi-blog @wowbright

@backslashdelta @kurtsascot @coffeegleek @14carrotghoul @rockitmans

@teilo @iboatedhere, @orchidscript @welcometololaland

. . oh hell and anyone else who sees this and wants to share their WIP - go for it!

[wizardiest-wizard-of-oz]

if anyone wants I have a musicals playlist that's over 200 hours that has I think around 205 musicals here's an alphabetized list let me know if I'm missing any I should add (I don't like Andrew lloyd Webber musicals and I'm also not a huge fan of jukebox musicals more specifically mamma Mia) and if anyone wants a link please ask me

13

21 Chump Street

25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee

35MM

36 Questions

42nd Street

The Addams Family

Aida

Aladdin

Alice by Heart

Allegro

Amelie

Anastasia

Ani

Annie Get Your Gun

Annie

Anything Goes

Avenue Q

Back to the Future

Bat Boy

Beauty and the Beast

Beetlejuice

Be More Chill

The Big One-Oh

Billy Elliot

Black Friday

Bombshell

Bonnie and Clyde

Book of Mormon

Brigadoon

Bring it On

Once More With Feeling (Buffy musical)

Bugsy Malone

Bye Bye Birdie

Cabaret

Camelot

Carousel

Carrie

Catch Me if You Can

A Catered Affair

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Chess

Chicago

A Chorus Line

Cinderella (Rodgers and Hammerstein)

The Colour Purple

Come From Away

Company

Crybaby

Curtains

Damn Yankees

Days of Wine and Roses

Dear Evan Hansen

Desperate Measures

Dog Man

Dreamgirls

Dreamland

Dr Horrible's Sing Along Blog

Drowsy Chaperone

Duolingo on Ice

Elegies

Epic (all released sagas)

Everybody's Talking About Jamie

Falsettoland

Falsettos Revival

Firebringer

Flora the Red Menace

Follies

Fosse

Frankenstein

Frozen

Fun Home

Funny Girl

A Funny Thing Happened

A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder

Grand Hotel

Grease

The Great American Trailer Park

Grey Gardens

Gutenberg

Guys and Dolls

The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

G*psy

Hadestown (broadway)

Hadestown (off broadway)

Hairspray

Hair

Hamilton

Harmony

Heathers

Hedwig and the Angry Inch

Hello Dolly

Honk

How the Grinch Stole Christmas (this one is just for Patrick page)

How to Dance in Ohio

How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying

Hunchback of Notre Dame

In the Green

In the Heights

Into the Woods

In Trousers

It Shoulda Been You

Jekyll and Hyde

Kimberly Akimo

The King and I

Kinky Boots

Kiss of the Spider Woman

Legally Blonde

Lempicka

Les Miserables (english and french)

The Lightning Thief

The Lion King

Little Do They Know

The Little Mermaid

A Little Night Music

Little Shop of Horrors (english and german)

Little Women

Lizard Boy

Love in Hate Nation

Love's Labours Lost

Mad Ones

Make Me a Song

Mame

A Man of No Importance

March of the Falsettos

Marguerite

Martin Guerre

Mary Poppins

Matilda

Mean Girls

Merrily We Roll Along

Miss Saigon

Monty Python's Spamalot

The Music Man

My Fair Lady

My Heart Says Go

My Son's a Queer (But What Can You Do)

The Mystery of Edwin Drood

Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812

Nerdy Prudes Must Die (I only have one song because I'm waiting to watch it with my friend before adding more)

A New Brain

Newsies

New York, New York

Next to Normal

Nightmare Time

Nine

Octet

Oklahoma

Oliver

Once On This Island

Once Upon a Mattress

Only Murders in the Building (Death Rattle Dazzle)

The Pyjama Game

Parade

Pippin

The Prince of Egypt

Prodigal

The Producers

The Prom

Ragtime

Ride the Cyclone

The Rink

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Schmigadoon

Schmicago

Scottsburo Boys

Seussical

She Loves Me

Sherlock

Shrek

Shucked

Six

Smash

Some Like it Hot

Something Rotten

The Sound of Music

South Pacific

Spiderman Turn off the Dark

The Spitfire Grill

Spongebob

Spring Awakening

Starship

State Fair

Sunday in the Park with George

Superhero

Sweeney Todd

Sweet Charity

The Theory of Relativity

Thoroughly Modern Millie

Tick Tick Boom

The Time Traveller's Wife

The Trail to Oregon

Twisted

Urinetown

A VHS Christmas Carol

The Visit

Waitress

Wait Wait Don't Kill Me

West Side Story

Wicked

Water for Elephants

Wizard of Oz

The Wiz

Zombie Prom

Zorba

[bigfootbeat]

Bigfoot Migration Routes

The idea for Bigfoot's migration routes comes from sightings and theories put forward by fans and experts. Many believe that Bigfoot requires large areas with abundant food and housing due to its supposed size and resource needs. Some people think that Bigfoot might have specific movement patterns, moving with the seasons to find the best food sources and best places to live. It is thought that Bigfoot might move between lower elevations in the winter and higher elevations in the summer in the Pacific Northwest, where forests offer a lot of cover and a variety of environments. This pattern would help the animal stay warm in the winter and find food like berries, nuts, and small game that is available at certain times of the year. The tall conifers and underbrush in the dense woods could provide excellent hiding places and a wide range of food sources. Rivers and streams are common in this area, so they would provide a steady source of water, adding to the evidence that Bigfoot could live here.

Other places, such as the Appalachians, have proposed similar ideas about seasonal movement. Large areas of forest and a variety of wildlife habitats could support the idea that Bigfoot goes to different places throughout the year based on where there is food and when the weather is mild. The Appalachians have a different but still very rich climate, with a wide range of plants and animals. Because deciduous woods change with the seasons, they may offer a range of food sources all year, from spring buds and fruits to nuts in the fall. The rough landscape and many caves could provide protection from the weather and privacy from people. Some experts have also thought that Bigfoot might use river valleys and waterways as natural paths. These paths would give people steady access to water and might lead to places with lots of plants and animals. Also, there aren't as many people on river bottoms, which gives Bigfoot a better chance of going unnoticed. We could use natural paths like the Columbia River Gorge or the Ohio River Valley as examples. These paths would connect different environments and make it possible for many types of movement. The huge, uninhabited areas in the Canadian wilderness, especially in British Columbia and Alberta, are another possible place for Bigfoot to move around. Boreal woods, with their large areas of untouched land, might provide the privacy needed for a creature this size to live without frequently coming across humans. Because of the changing seasons in the north, people would also have to move around to find food and suitable places to live, which supports the idea of a migratory trend. Some ideas say that Bigfoot moves around and acts in certain ways, but there isn't enough solid evidence to say for sure. A lot of what we know comes from eyewitness reports, which aren't always reliable and are just stories. We've noticed patterns in sightings, but they don't definitively prove the existence of specific migration tracks. It's hard to put together a clear picture because reports aren't always consistent about things like the creature's appearance, behavior, or even the time of year.

Some people think that the different reports might be because there are multiple Bigfoot populations that behave differently in different places, rather than a single group that moves around. This means that different areas may have their own bigfoot populations, each adapted to its resources and surroundings. This idea might help explain why sightings happen in different places, like the dense woods of the Pacific Northwest and the swamps of the southeastern United States. To sum up, the idea of Bigfoot's migration routes is mostly based on guesswork, trying to explain how such a big, mysterious animal could live in the wild. Several ideas suggest that weather, food availability, and the need for solitude influence seasonal movements. But since there is no solid proof, these theories will always be part of the myths and mysteries surrounding Bigfoot's mysterious figure.

[babygenius]

It is important to note that this happened during my first year in college.

The setup:

It was an orientation class. The kind all freshman needed to take. It was the second one (because this was spring semester) and worth 1 credit. The teacher leading it was one of the academic counselors, and he had a masters in Some Subject.

We were split into teams to play the "categories" game. He would give us a category and a letter and we had to come up with a list of things in that category beginning with that letter. Very simple.

The first category was "toy" and letter was "M".

I consider a plush/stuffed animal a toy. So my list began:

Moose plush

Mickey mouse plush

And so on (there were some non-plush objects in there, but that is not the focus of this).

We get to my group, and I begin reading our answers. As soon as I say "Mickey mouse plush" following the moose plush, there is an uproar. People are Very Upset.

"You can't just say an object and put 'plush' after it!" Someone yelled.

"You're exactly right!" I said brightly, in a tone not unlike congratulating a grade schooler for solving a hard problem.

"That's cheating!"

Etc., etc.

Things mildly settle down, and everyone turns to Mr. Teacher Guy to be final arbiter. I argue my case. A plush is a toy that people play with.

"Yes, but...the moose is an adjective."

A brief moment of silence. I am stunned. I do in fact ask this man, "Do you know what an adjective is?" (I can't imagine he was pleased about this. I do not regret it.)

He makes the decision that he will count One plush, and no more. I am indignant, and frustrated, but I let it go.

The next category is "cities in the U.S." and the letter is "W".

"Now, if the city sounds fake, I'm going to look it up," Mr. Teacher warned.

He has just given me full permission to bullshit. It is a foundational part of the human condition: we are horrible at naming things. Evidence being all of the river Avon's in the UK, the Soviet Union, the Sahara Desert, etc.

So I begin my list:

Wichita

Waterloo

Wales

Wyoming

Wisconsin

Washington

Wooster

Time is up, we put down our pens. It is my team's turn to read our list. Everyone nods to Wichita and Waterloo. Upon reading "Wales" there is another uproar.

"Wales is a country!" This is the same person who said I can't just put 'plush' after an object. This statement is delivered in the tone of "You idiot" as if he cannot believe I don't know this.

I grin and continue reading. The uproar continues after I read Wyoming, Wisconsin, and Washington, all with the accusations that those are states, delivered by people who surely think I am a Moron.

After reading my list, I say, "I've traveled a lot, and we are Really Bad At Naming Things. Did you know there's a Dublin, Ohio? I guarantee every name I've given is a city."

Everyone turns to Mr. Teacher to make a ruling. I argue my case. He said he would look it up if it sounded fake. It is his duty to look it up.

"No, they don't count if you're just guessing," he tried to say.

"You didn't say that, though. You said you would look them up if they sounded fake. Besides, I'm not guessing. I know these places exist."

"But you don't know where they are."

This was not a previously outlined limitation for responses. I tell him as much. He says that if I can name where these places are, I get the points. I had quickly googled them while responding, so I was able to name where most of them were.

This man still didn't count all of our points. I maintain to this day that as it is a college course, he should have been prepared for this. Also, I'm still (four years later) baffled by the declaration that "Moose is the adjective".

(As he justified: the 'plush' is the noun, and the moose is describing it. I still hold that it is a moose plush, because a plush by itself is much too ambiguous to be a noun by itself, and also because Moose Is Not A Fucking Adjective.)

when i was a kid i got a 90% on my kindergarten "what are your favorite things?" test because for the question "what is your favorite animal?" i wrote down "puma" and it got marked wrong because my teacher said a puma isnt even an animal its a kind of shoe

[copperbeechbowling]

Where Fitness and Fun Fit Your Life

Staying fit with a packed schedule can be tricky, but it helps when your apartment community gives you the tools. At Copper Beech, you’ve got access to a 24-hour fitness center, so you can squeeze in a workout whenever it fits—early morning, late night, doesn’t matter. And when you want to chill, the clubhouse has a game lounge where you can unwind without leaving home. The setup is great too, with large 2- and 3-story townhomes and plenty of layout choices—1-, 2-, 3-, or 4-bedroom apartments. It’s ideal for anyone checking out one bedroom apartments for rent near BGSU who also wants more than just four walls and a bed. You get space, convenience, and a little fun built in.

Climate and Environment in Bowling Green, Ohio

If you like seeing all four seasons, Bowling Green gives you the full mix. Winters can get cold, and yeah, there’s snow—sometimes a lot of it. You’ll definitely want good boots and a scraper. Spring is a bit muddy, but things start to green up fast. By summer, the days are warm and sunny, though it can get humid. Fall’s probably the favorite around here—cool air, changing leaves, and lots of local festivals. The town’s surrounded by farmland, so it feels pretty open, and there are parks and nature trails if you’re into the outdoors. Sometimes the wind kicks up strong since it’s flat, but you get used to it. It’s a place where the weather keeps things interesting and the environment feels familiar.

Snook’s Dream Cars in Bowling Green, OH

Snook’s Dream Cars is one of those places you don’t expect to find in a small town. It’s part museum, part garage, and totally unique. You walk in, and suddenly, you’re surrounded by shiny vintage cars, old gas pumps, and memorabilia from decades past. Even if you’re not a car buff, it’s hard not to smile when you see how much care has gone into everything. Each car tells a story, and the vibe feels more personal than corporate. You can take your time walking around—there’s no rush. It’s family-owned, which adds a nice touch, and the staff really know their stuff. Whether you’re there for nostalgia or just to see something different, it’s a fun, low-key way to spend an afternoon.

Bowling Green Getting Two New Chain Restaurants

You always notice when new spots pop up around town, especially when they’re well-known chains. On the one hand, it’s nice to have more variety and a couple of fresh options when you’re tired of the usual places. It gives people more choices, whether you’re grabbing a quick bite or meeting friends for lunch. At the same time, you might wonder how that’ll affect the local restaurants that have been around for years. It’s easy for chains to draw a crowd just because they’re familiar. But if you’re someone who likes supporting small businesses, it might make you think twice. Still, having more places to eat isn’t a bad thing, especially in a college town where things are always shifting and people are always hungry.

Link to map

Snook's Dream Cars 13920 County Home Rd, Bowling Green, OH 43402, United States Head north toward Victory Ln 262 ft Turn left onto Victory Ln 135 ft Turn right onto County Home Rd/Dunbridge Rd Continue to follow Dunbridge Rd 0.7 mi Turn left Restricted usage road 0.1 mi Turn left Restricted usage road 79 ft Copper Beech at Bowling Green 2057 Napoleon Rd, Bowling Green, OH 43402, United States

[bleacherbanter]

Alright, folks, grab your pitchforks and torches... or maybe just your scrolling fingers, because the transfer portal vultures have been FEASTING on the Group of Five again!

G5 Gut Punch! Power Four Programs Pillaging Top Talent Like It's Black Friday!

Let's not sugarcoat it: the transfer portal has become the ultimate shopping spree for Power Four programs, and the Group of Five is the perpetually picked-over bargain bin. Year after year, the talent disparity widens as the best players in the "smaller" conferences pack their bags and head for greener pastures – usually with fatter NIL deals and brighter spotlights. Playoff contenders and even those just trying to climb the ladder are all too happy to scoop up proven commodities.

The numbers don't lie. According to 247Sports' Chris Hummer, a staggering more than half of last year's All-Conference players from the Group of Five bolted for the portal after the winter window, and a jaw-dropping 67 out of 73 of those landed at Power Four schools. And guess what? Those figures only ballooned during the spring exodus.

The raiding party is essentially done for this offseason, and the casualties in the G5 are clear. But hey, at least we can see who's poised to make a splash on their shiny new Power Four squads! Here are the 10 highest-rated transfers who jumped from the G5 to the big leagues:

THE GREAT ESCAPE: G5 Stars Headlining Power Four Rosters

WR ERIC RIVERS, GEORGIA TECH (from FIU): 4-Star | 93 Rating | No. 42 Overall | No. 14 WR. Tech needed a WR after Eric Singleton Jr.'s departure, and Rivers, coming off a MONSTER 1,172-yard, 12-TD season, looks like Haynes King's new best friend. Limited in spring due to injury, but the potential is HUGE.

OT WILL JADOS, TEXAS TECH (from Miami (Ohio)): 4-Star | 92 Rating | No. 54 Overall | No. 7 OT. Texas Tech lost three OL starters? No problem! Jados, a three-year All-MAC starter, is a plug-and-play guy who can play guard or tackle. Massive pickup for the Red Raiders.

WR CHASE SOWELL, IOWA STATE (from East Carolina): 4-Star | 93 Rating | No. 30 Overall | No. 7 WR. With two 1,000-yard receivers gone, Iowa State desperately needed a playmaker. Sowell, with 1,300 yards in the AAC over two years, could be Rocco Becht's new go-to and a Big 12 breakout star.

DL DAVID BLAY JR., MIAMI (from Louisiana Tech): 4-Star | 92 Rating | No. 52 Overall | No. 5 DL. Blay Jr. already proved he can hang with Power Four talent, logging a strong game against Arkansas last year. Miami's defense needs a boost, and his explosiveness could make him a key rotational piece or even a starter.

DL DAVID GUSTA, KENTUCKY (from Washington State): 4-Star | 92 Rating | No. 26 Overall | No. 2 DL. Kentucky found their Deone Walker replacement in Gusta, a two-year Power Five starter (remember Wazzu's Pac-12 days?). He's the top-rated transfer for the Wildcats and should be their starting nose guard.

OT ISAIAH WORLD, OREGON (from Nevada): 5-Star | 98 Rating | No. 2 Overall | No. 1 OT. Ranked as the No. 2 overall transfer in the nation, World is expected to slide right into Oregon's starting left tackle spot and could be an All-American and future first-rounder. Big Ten, meet your new roadblock.

RB RAHSUL FAISON, SOUTH CAROLINA (from Utah State): 4-Star | 92 Rating | No. 50 Overall | No. 2 RB. Eligibility still up in the air due to a medical hardship waiver fight, but if Faison (1,109 yards last year) gets cleared, he'd be a formidable weapon alongside LaNorris Sellers in the Gamecocks' backfield. Keep your fingers crossed, Carolina fans.

QB JOHN MATEER, OKLAHOMA (from Washington State): 4-Star | 95 Rating | No. 6 Overall | No. 3 QB. Following his OC to Norman, Mateer, a dual-threat QB with impressive stats (3,139 passing yards, 29 TDs; 826 rushing yards, 15 TDs), could be the offensive spark the Sooners are looking for. Early buzz out of spring practice is strong.

DL BERNARD GOODEN, LSU (from USF): 4-Star | 92 Rating | No. 49 Overall | No. 4 DL. A big name in the spring portal, Gooden quickly landed at LSU, adding much-needed interior depth. A standout run defender with 10 TFLs last year, he'll be a key part of the Tigers' rotation. Another blue-chip addition to their top-ranked transfer class.

EDGE ELO MODOZIE, GEORGIA (from Army): 4-Star | 92 Rating | No. 48 Overall | No. 8 EDGE. A rare service academy transfer with NFL potential, Modozie transitioned from WR to edge at Army and exploded for 6.5 sacks last year. Fills a critical need for the Bulldogs and his potential is sky-high.

The Bottom Line:

The transfer portal continues to be a double-edged sword. While it allows Power Four teams to quickly reload and address needs, it often leaves the Group of Five programs scrambling to replace their best talent. The cycle continues, and the gap, unfortunately, seems destined to widen. For fans of these Power Four teams, enjoy the upgrades! For the G5 faithful, maybe invest in some extra tissues for the offseason. It's gonna be a bumpy ride.

[lafbnetwork]

USC Trojans Cancel Spring Game, Will Other Schools Follow Suit?

The USC Trojans have canceled their traditional spring game, following the likes of Nebraska, Ohio State, and others. Is this the new trend and will other schools jump on board? Why is this happening and is the transfer portal the root cause?  The Coach and Ryan discuss.  Tune in and subscribe to the USC LAFB YouTube Channel!  USC Trojans Podcast Listen to our USC Football Trojans…

[imaginespazzi]

Im back again bestie (thanks for your last reply)! Past anon ask in asterisk below..

Happy Valentines weekend, hope it treats you well :)

Superbowl was boring imo. Especially since Im not invested in either team. Thought Kendrick Lamars performance was good!

Oh cant neglect to mention, my compliments to you and * on 'All Fell Down' so far.

Big ups to an Azzi Fudd masterclass back on Thursday! Huskies getting a result in Columbia seems like a tall order, but how nice that she can go in w some confidence.

Not gonna lie, wasnt unhappy to see Kentucky and UCLA be upset. Just in a parity sense. Plus those wins were deserved (Juju, just wow 👏👏). Curious about LVille and Clemson coming on in the ACC.. Also FSU and Maryland having some rough ones

Have barely seen Unrivaled 1v1 but thrilled for Li getting to todays semis. Kinda feel compelled to root for the youngin (and Washington Mystic)! On that note, now that the GM and Coach are officially introduced in a presser, can they you know do something?!

The "in case you missed it" content: https://www.tumblr.com/scooby1723/775538938522845184/strong-girl?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/bballlvr8/775416631387209728/i-love-this-lol?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/mygaynesshasnolimits/775334329417154560/can-you-clip-this?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/christiniawcb/775336569075810304/the-way-they-cut-to-azzi-brooo-im-so-done?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/uconnwbbcrashout/775334911103107072/shes-so-media-trained-but-they-really-arent?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/uconnwbbcrashout/775334740188446720?source=share

And some random-ish recommendations:

The Cam Brink Unrivaled vlog first ep is out and a cute little watch.

The Athletic Womens Basketball Show podacst (nice listen in general) ep with Chris Koclanes. Interesting to hear from him and came across as a good dude.

Love, Abby (UConn WBB) article by Sam Borden on ESPN. So well written, what a tribute. Content warning for the subject of terminal illness, just as a heads up.

*So any Grammys thoughts? Im pretty easygoing and not overly opinionated when it comes to music, so I didnt get worked up over these awards. Im pleased for Beyonce, and am certainly of the belief that Sabrina Carpenter was deserving of a trophy simply for 'Please please please' (or as we know it, the Georgia Amoore song lol)

Well, plenty of bball to recap from the past (almost) week! CWBB - Im tuned into TCU/K State and ready for UCLA/Ohio St currently! BigTen provided the entertainment via some upsets huh! A handful of good, close SEC games too. And Iowa St nearly stealing a big win vs Wildcats (sidenote I have a soft spot for A. Crooks) Unrivaled - Short and sweet, Mist suddenly with back to back wins and Lunar Owls remain undefeated still 👏🙌. Especially delighted that they both beat Vinyl, who Ive settled on as my least fav (theres really very little animus tho). Plus great to see Lili step up big. Hope we start to see players get back healthy and have no more injuries.. Also Angels ejection and watching later just had me laughing. I mean she didnt seem to have done anything to warrant getting tossed, especially in this league w small rosters.

Alright unpacking my trades/free agency thoughts mostly spring boarding off your post on the latest with W moves:

Im at a loss when it come to the CT Sun. It feels like a rebuild but clearly wont be. And a little sad to feel like a team/fan base is getting deserted by players, but if the org cant make it a desirable situation for people then I dont know what else can be expected

I can see why youve got positive vibes w the Merc for sure

Yay Liz signing a contract w the Aces (not that it was unexpected per se)! Not sure that fan base is feeling super happy about free agency otherwise so far, given the # of departures. But I guess in the end a lot will hinge on how Jewell performs

A tip of the cap to you Curt & Dallas! Cant help but feel happy for Nai & Lyss

I remain baffled by anyone who signs on for Indy, personally. Hate to say I think they will be good too..

Oh Loutea lol. The tiniest tumblr ship that all began w me joking for a laugh about doing something silly at a WNBA game 🫂 I dont have any good tea to bring up 🫤. So I present to you a very small series from the past week Im calling ~ Pazzi still cant even downplay things while on the bench; in front of the media; with their UConn "children"~

https://www.tumblr.com/mediciconspiracy/774443226689093632/more-pazzi-sarah-pixels?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sidestepsam/774319160958304256/yap-city-apologies-for-the-blur-had-to-remove?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/pazzibudd/774409001657139200/they-lowkey-set-my-girl-up-with-this-question-and?source=share *

-☕️

Hellooooo lovieeeee

I had a lovely weekend, honestly one of the best of my life and all capped off with a wonderful UConn win. I hope yours was wonderful too bestie <3

I fear I could care less about the superbowl but was told it was my moral duty to root for the Eagles so glad they won I guess?

I cannot wait for your UConn-SC thoughts because bestie we did it!!!

Man WCBB has been so exciting these last couple of weeks. Truly upsets galore and yet I think there's also just clear top 7. March is gonna be so fun and I'm so very excited for it.

Yes I was rooting for Lili in the finals but this was Pheesa's to win and either way it was a win-win situation but I'm really hoping the momentum that Aaliyah's got behind her right now translates to the Mystics and hopefully they know that she can easily be their franchise player.

The Love Abby article made me sob and the little feature was worse like what an angel, she really changed the girl's lives.

And yes the W keeps on making moves and it's all still just as baffling but CT Sun looks so all over the place and Indy keeps making moves so who the fuck knows what's abouta happen this season.

Love you for always sending me the little moments queen!

[msdrprofessorjessica]

Alchemists Apathy now that I think about it has a lot of horror attractions, since I decided to make fangames canon in the background. Since there's a lot, I feel like I should talk about some of them.

Of course, there is Fazbear's Fright: The Horror Attraction. Just like canon Fnaf it opens up in the year 2023. I think this one would be a mix between the games map layout and the map layout of the Fazbear Frights story "What We Found", along with some other pieces from fan material. I would imagine the attractions (there's a total of three working animatronics) would be behind locked gates and would try and break out to scare the visitors of Fazbear's Fright. William views Fazbear's Fright as his kingdom. The first place he was taken to when taken out of the safe room, the place where he could show off his immortality to the world. He was a little sad when it burned down but shrugged it off almost immediately when he realized he was no longer trapped and free to roam the world. The other attractions burned and were set free from their prisons. Michael was found collapsed over a pile of rubble and was rushed to the hospital after he was found.

Fredbear's Fright, the attraction belonging to the game of the same name, was a 2013 location owned by FunFrights Inc in after thirty years had passed from the original Fredbear's Family Diner closing down. The people at FunFrights were massive fans of the Fredbear character and wanted to see Fredbear tower over others in a horror attraction. They gathered some old Fredbear and Spring Bonnie characters from the short lived Fredbear's Family Diner chains as well as a Prototype Endoskeleton and a Scrapped Mouse character that looked very similar to a rat animatronic appearing around the 70's. The rat character was a mascot suit stuffed onto an endoskeleton. This place closed down after The Prototype went crazy. It's said that an animatronic version of the mouse mascot suit and The Prototype come from a bunker, but no one has ever found this bunker, and FunFrights Inc said they found it at an old Fazbear Entertainment Storage facility.

The final one I am going to talk about is a place simply called "FredFear's". It was a very small horror attraction opened up after Fazbear's Fright burnt to the ground, in fact it opened up the same year. It was a location down in Ohio that had a poorly made Freddy suit named "FredFear". It was the weirdest location ever and supposedly got a second location with very little info. No one knows anything about the second location or the first, other than it existed. Supposedly one patron went to the location when it opened and said that FredFear just walked around and said "Boo" in a robotic voice, almost akin to Microsoft Sam but not being quite like Microsoft Sam. Another patron had a similar experience, interviews with her stated that "it sounded like a TikTok text to speech voice" before walking away and leaving somewhere else. A night guard was hired but no one has heard from that guy since FredFear's. Some people don't believe FredFear's exists but it's a real location, made by real people. In Ohio. The FredFear animatronic itself hasn't been seen since the mythical second location.

[lawyersdatascraping]

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In today’s competitive legal market, targeted marketing is essential for law firms and legal marketing companies looking to expand their reach and grow their client base. One of the most effective ways to achieve this is by leveraging reliable contact data, such as verified lawyer email lists. At LawyersDataLab.com, we offer a specialized service to extract lawyer emails from Isba.org (Illinois State Bar Association), providing you with accurate, up-to-date contact information that can significantly enhance your legal marketing efforts.

List of Data Fields

Full Name (First Name, Last Name)

Email Address (Verified)

Phone Number

Law Firm Name

Practice Area/Expertise

Location/Address

City, State, ZIP Code

Bar Membership Status

Years of Experience

License Number

Law School Attended

Website/Online Profiles (if available)

The Importance of Accurate Contact Data

For law firms looking to connect with potential clients or network with other professionals, having access to verified lawyer contact details is a game-changer. Isba.org is a trusted source for Illinois-based attorneys, and extracting their email addresses can be a key asset in building a robust outreach strategy. By obtaining these emails, law firms can create personalized and effective email campaigns, allowing them to engage with attorneys who may be seeking partnership opportunities, referral networks, or specialized legal services.

Benefits for Law Firms

For law firms, the ability to reach other attorneys and legal professionals quickly and directly can be a crucial marketing advantage. With the Isba.org Lawyer Email Extraction service, firms can:

- Expand their referral network: Building relationships with other attorneys often leads to new client referrals, especially in areas where firms do not have expertise.

- Promote legal services: Firms can directly market their legal expertise and services to other lawyers and professionals who may need specialized help or collaboration on cases.

- Target specific practice areas: By focusing on attorneys in particular practice areas, firms can tailor their outreach to a specific audience, ensuring that their marketing message is relevant and impactful.

How Marketing Companies Benefit?

Legal marketing agencies can also benefit immensely from Isba.org email extraction. Having access to a pool of verified attorney contacts allows them to design highly targeted campaigns for law firms. With precise contact data, these agencies can:

- Increase client engagement: Deliver targeted marketing campaigns with higher open and response rates.

- Enhance law firm visibility: Help law firms increase their brand awareness in the legal community by reaching the right audience.

- Maximize ROI: Well-targeted campaigns lead to better lead generation, more effective networking, and higher returns on marketing investments.

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Conclusion

In the legal industry, success depends on building strong relationships and targeting the right audience. With Lawyersdatalab.com’s Isba.org Lawyer Email Extraction, law firms and marketing companies gain access to invaluable data, driving growth and ensuring effective outreach in the competitive legal landscape.

Contact us at info@lawyersdatalab.comfor more information. 

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