#Team player

[doctor2smoooth]

📥📈🗄️

Performance review…✏️

[tgmsunmontue]

Team Player 1/7

Hangster. Jake's cousin plays for the Sydney Roosters and gifts him with merchandise regularly. Bradley has an unexpected realization.

                Jake opens the gift from his cousin and snorts. He can never wear this.

                “You like it? It’s for the team I just signed with…”

                Of course it is. Fuck.

                “Congrats man, really happy for you. Thanks.”

                “You’ll have to watch a game when you come visit. Wait, do they show footy matches on TV here?”

                “Footy? Jake asks, eyebrow raised, because he thought is was rugby that Josh played.

                “Rugby league. Footy. And we don’t wear all those pads and helmets like you lot do over here.”

                Jake ducks his head to hide a smile, his younger cousin immensely proud of his own country and national sport. Not something Jake will ever understand, but he does understand passion and loyalty.

…            …            …

                “The Hard Deck, what’s that mean?”

                “Well, the way you say it makes it sound like something far filthier than what I think it should mean…”

                “Still doesn’t tell me what it means… Hard Deck Hard Deck Hard Deck…”

                “Oh my god, can you stop with sayin’ that! Sound like you’re sayin’ you’ve got a hard dick…”

                His other cousins snort and he wonders why he thought it would be a good idea to agree showing them around San Diego. Of course, three people in their early to mid-twenties versus their parents who are all in their mid-sixties to seventies he’d felt that maybe they’d want a break from one another. He can’t imagine going on a four-week vacation with his parents. Ever. Let alone as a fully-grown adult. A couple of weeks visiting home is his limit, and even then he has to spend most of the time out of the house and helping out around outside to get away from the oppressive expectation of how he hasn’t brought anyone home. Again.

                “Tell me what it means!”

                “It’s slang for altitude you idiot, now stop being a dick!” Emma says, slapping at her younger brother’s head and Jake wishes he had a closer relationship with his own sister.

                “Well that’s just boring! Hard Dick sounds like we’re going somewhere interesting!”

                “It’s a Navy bar, just… thought I’d introduce you to a couple of my friends.”

                “You have friends?” Isabella asks, and Jake pulls a face. Maybe he’s glad he doesn’t have a close relationship after all.

                “Jake!”

                “Javy, hey. Man it’s good to see you.”

                “You too… these your cousins? Can definitely see they got the better deal in the gene pool…” Javy says, smiling over Jake’s should and he glances back and he guesses his cousins are attractive, except they’re his cousins and he’s seen them grow up through regular photos exchanged via their parents, and this is only the third time in his life that he’s spent any significant chunk of time with them. And of course Javy is already getting flirty with them. Halo and Fritz are there, he can see Bob and Phoenix at the bar.

                “Yeah. Everyone, these are my cousins Isabella, Emma and Josh. They’re currently visiting because of my dad’s seventieth birthday. And don’t let him drink,” Jake says, pointing at Josh. “He’s not legal.”

                “Hey! It’s legal back home.”

                “And Penny here could be fined for serving minors. So no.”

                “Also you’re meant to be preparing for camp, which means no empty calories.”

                “Ugh. You guys are the worst.”

                “I can’t wait for you to meet your trainers, because what we put you through will seem like child’s play…”

                It falls into easy banter, his cousins asking dozens of questions and his squadron humoring them and he takes a sip of beer from the bottle Phoenix hands him.

                Life is good.

…            …            …

                “You want to tell us something there Bagman?”

                “What?”

                She tugs at his top and he glances down, realizes he’s wearing the tank that Josh sent him for working out in. He apparently gets a lot of merchandise and Jake seems to be the person he wants to send it to. Apparently he has a case of hero worship. However this particular top is damned comfortable and perfect for working out in, almost as good as wearing nothing, which isn’t an option at the on-base gymnasium, but he’d just grabbed it subconsciously.

                “Uh, it’s the team my cousin plays for.”

                “And you’re wearing it why?”

                “I like it,” he says, and he mentally hits himself in the forehead with his palm. What the fuck is he thinking. He could have said it’s comfortable, or it’s washing day, only clean thing I had, not… I like it.

                “Really? Interesting. Wait, was this your male cousin? Josh?”

                “Yeah. It’s a rugby team.”

                “Mmm. Rugby is a game to enjoy watching…”

                “What?”

                “No covering up of those athletic bodies, all out on show… Strike a pose Seresin, I’ll send it to you so you can send it to your cousin and show your appreciation.”

                He frowns, because Josh would probably like that, but he’s pretty sure Trace is up to something because she never calls him Seresin. He stands and lets her take the photo though, giving her a grin and a wink, because why the hell not?

…            …            …

                Bradley stares at his phone.

                Stares some more until the screen goes black and he unlocks it and the photo is back.

                Jake Seresin wearing a basketball top, sweat-shiny and winking at the camera, hair dark, damp and mussed from working out. He looks good. That’s all his brain can process.

                Natasha’s message telling him he really missed a good workout at the gym.

                Bradley’s never thought about his callsign as a thing before, as a name that might brand someone as his. He’s never been a particularly possessive boyfriend. Seeing Hangman wear a top with Roosters across the front makes his fingers itch, and not only because he wants to go and add an apostrophe, but because he wants to touch. He’s wanted to touch Hangman before, sometimes to punch him in the face, but mostly to rough him up a little bit… he’s always resisted though, aware he’s got to keep sharp control of his temper.

                Right now it’s not his temper he has to keep control of.

To be continued? 🤷‍♀️

PART TWO

(Obviously the answer to it being continued was 'yes!!!')

[theindoorsman]

So glad this is finally happening.

This is Duos, a reimplementation of Team Play, a card game that was only briefly available in 2018 or so.

This a simple, welcoming game of fulfilling contracts with your partner to score points. It is a game that, every time I teach it to new players, someone immediately begin searching to see if it is available for purchase anywhere. Some can't believe that a game this good is was out of print.

It's not the greatest game of all time, but it is fun and accessible with surprising levels of tactical card drawing (#cough#, hate drafting) and sharing.

The original was no looker. I actually like the new magenta/blue color scheme.

And that the cards describe the contract conditions across the bottom. (I can't see any that require odd/even cards. I wonder what symbology they are going to adopt for those if they are going to have them. They will be missed if not present.)

Highly recommended if you regularly play with groups of 4 or 6 players. You can teach your kids or your parents or your neighbor.

[cultlifecollective-blog]

TEAM WORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK

[filmcourage]

Two Things Writers Need To Know If They Want To Write A Screenplay - Viki King

Watch the video interview on Youtube here.

[dinosaurwithablog]

After having the ice cold water in the Gatorade bucket dumped on him, Aaron Judge said that "he was pissed off that they walked Soto." When he had a 3-0 count, he said that "he just wanted to hit the ball hard",and that's just what he did. He also said, when asked about the outcome of the game, "that it takes a team to win a game" and he said really nice things about his teammates saying that "Cabby (Cabrera) started things off and Duggie (Alex Verdugo) did his thing which all lead to the win". I love how heartfelt his comments were about his teammates and the fact that he said they all were the reason that the Yankees won tonight. He is a true team player, and he has integrity. He is noble and humble, which is a rare combination in any person. He is a great player and an even greater man. I love Aaron Judge. He's an incredible human being!!! ❤️ He's a great Captain for the Yankees and a spectacular role model for people of all ages. Bless you, Aaron. It's an honor to watch you play and to get to know a little bit about who you are. You've made the game of baseball better in so many ways, and you're just starting to show us all the ways in which you're gonna do that. 😊😍 Aaron Judge is leading the MLB in every category. He has a .333 batting average, 43 home runs, 110 RBIs, an OPS of 1.174, and 98 walks. Wow!! I think those are the right numbers.🙏🏼 They're close, if not. 😁 Let's go, Aaron!!! ❤️ Let's go Yankees!!!!!

[nando161mando]

'My American Manager Says I'm Not A Team Player': UK Man Refuses To Attend Meeting Outside Of Work Hours

https://www.ibtimes.co.uk/my-american-manager-says-im-not-team-player-uk-man-refuses-attend-meeting-outside-work-hours-1725858

[howdyrat]

Hangman helping the daggers

Phoenix leaving the Hard Deck to catch her Uber and a creepy guy follows her. Phoenix doesn't want to deal with some loser, but her ride is almost here so she'll hold off on confronting the guy. The guy gets closer and closer, no one around her is helping until Hangman steps in front of her. Pushes the guy away and stays with her until her ride is here. They both say nothing, thanks is understood and they go their ways.

Fanboy gets a flat tire and his phone is dead so he can't call anyone for help. There's no one there cause he's there late at Top Gun, he's concerned on how he's going to call for help. Then Hangman drives past in his truck, then turns around asking if Mickey''s okay. He gets told about the flat and Hangman nods getting out of his seat opening the backseat door to get out his Jack and wrench out. Jake fixes the tire and Fanboy thanks him and offers a beer as payment.

Rooster hurts his hand where he's unable to play the piano, except for his left hand. Gets called on to do a performance and he gets up, but Jake gets up with him. He beats rooster to the piano and starts testing the keys and Rooster is confused because he never knew Jake could play. Jake starts playing Piano Man so he could force Rooster to sing the song.

Bob signs himself up for a course learning about planes weeks in advance and forgets that he did until he gets an email reminding him. He reads the email and it mentioned having a partner to complete the course with. He has to find someone willing to go with him and he texts the group chat hoping for someone to be down to go with him. Everyone has some plans except for Hangman who said he'd do it. Bob's not sure about it, but he wants to go so he agrees and they meet up. Turns out Hangman is a big nerd when it comes to planes and they talk about their favorites. At the end of the course they get the chance to fly in the plane and parachute out of it. Hangman encourages Bob to jump and at the end of the day they talk about all the fun they had. Bob realizes that Jake is not as bad as he thought.

[tgmsunmontue]

Team Player 3/7

Hangster. Jake's cousin plays for the Sydney Roosters and gifts him with merchandise regularly. Bradley has an unexpected realization.

PART ONE PART TWO

THREE

                “Where am I going to take him?”

                “You really need to calm down.”

                “Nat, I asked him out and he said yes.”

                “Mmm. A complete surprise. Shocking. Truly.”

                “What?”

                “I’m sorry, he’s sort of the type that thinks poking fun of someone is a way of letting them know he likes them… most boys outgrow it before they leave high school.”

                “What?”

                “He likes you. Has liked you for years. Just… you never seemed to like him back. And now… you do.”

                “I want to fuck him, I think liking him back might be stretching it a little.”

                “You want to do more than just fuck him. You’re lying to yourself and it isn’t making you look good. You only wanted to fuck him when you saw him plastered with your call sign. You want him to be yours. Like, locked down and married type shit.”

                “What?”

                “I know, I know. You’re going on your first date, but just let me call dibs on being your best man when you get married.”

                “What?”

                “Are you broken? You seem broken. You’re saying what a lot.”

                “I’m not broken. You’re talking about me and Hangman getting married.”

                “Just calling it like I see it. Feel free to try and prove me wrong, although I think you’ll be happier if you just go with my prediction.”

                “Can we focus please! Where should I take him?”

                “Dinner? Movies?”

                “Wow, really original…”

                “I can leave.”

                “No! Sorry. I’m just…”

                “Nervous. I get it. You like him.”

                “I do. Fuck. What’s wrong with me?”

                “Well, did you want a list or a pie chart?”

                “Nat!”

                “Sorry. You’re allowed to like him. Apart from his justifiable large ego, he’s actually a decent guy.”

                “Okay, yeah. I know. Okay. I think I might take him to Belmont.”

                “I thought you said before that you didn’t want anything competitive?”

                “We can just do the rides.”

                “You both fly fighter jets for a living and you’re going to go thrill seeking at Belmont? Huh. That’s actually not a bad idea.”

                “Yeah? You think he’ll like it?”

                “Seriously, you could suggest watching infomercials and getting pizza delivered and he’d do it, and like it…”

                Bradley pulls a face, because he fucking doubts it, but he feels like Belmont Park will be okay. Fun. He lets Natasha leave, insists he doesn’t need her help anymore. He’s decided, even if he’s a little jittery thinking about the fact that he didn’t leave himself more time between asking Hangman out and them deciding the next day was a good day and time. He showers and dresses, pulling on his darkest jeans and oh fuck… maybe he should have kept Natasha here after all. He picks up his phone, opens it up to send her a message and there it is. A message telling him what to wear and he laughs. God she knows him so well. Not a Hawaiian shirt, he can manage that.

                He blasts his rev me up playlist on the way to pick up Hangman, hoping it might fill him with some confidence, and it all slips away anyway as Hangman walks down the steps toward him. He looks relaxed, also wearing jeans though his are lighter colored, and he’s wearing a hoodie, something he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Hangman wear.

                “Am I dressed okay? You’re wearing a proper shirt…”

                “Uh, you’re fine. Thought we could go to Belmont.”

                “Oh cool, I haven’t been to Belmont in years.”

                “Yeah, I thought we could do some rides, eat overpriced food, maybe do some games. I didn’t want to pick anything solely competitive…”

                “Afraid of losing to me?”

                Bradley rolls his eyes, but Natasha’s words from earlier and running through his head, that this is Hangman’s way of flirting.

                “Already got a date with you, pretty sure that’s all the winning I need.”

                Jake blushes. Fucking blushes and Bradley looks away and grins, realizing he can throw Jake off with sincerity. He can do that, especially because Jake is even more gorgeous when he looks a little flustered. He reverses back onto the road and heads out, wonders if it’s going to be awkward but Hangman is filling the silence, asking questions about what he’d done with his day off today and talking about what he’s done. The twenty-minute drive goes by quickly, easily, and it makes him feel better about the date ahead. He parks the car and gets out, locking it and then looks up, Hangman has his back to him, is staring up at something, he can’t look because his eyes are fixed on the back of Jake’s back, the word Roosters stretched between his shoulder blades.

                He is so fucked.

PART FOUR

[annoyingpastryineyeliner]

[aujguhlahn]

Yunjin. My favorite in Le Sserafim because she grew up in America 😉 and is an all-rounder: singer ✔️dancer✔️ songwriter✔️ . . .

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[sowmya-uma]

Lesson of the day - 98/365

BE A TEAM PLAYER, NOT A GAME PLAYER SC In every workplace, classroom, or community, success is rarely a solo effort. Teams drive progress. Collaboration fuels innovation. But within these teams, there’s a quiet divide between two types of people: team players and game players. It’s subtle at first. Game players often blend in — they seem confident, assertive, and sometimes even charismatic.…

[chloeworships]

Congrats the Gators 🐊🏀🥰

[dilloncuthrell1]

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