#The Sandlot Kids

[loomiseater]

80s/90s shows/movies

Zack Morris

Nothing yet, come back later :)

Danny Tanner

Nothing yet, come back later :)

Uncle Jesse

Nothing yet, come back later :)

Johnny Lawrence (young)

Nothing yet, come back later :)

Daniel LaRusso (young)

Nothing yet, come back later :)

Benny Rodriguez

Nothing yet, come back later :)

[itsa90skidthing]

[reveurdoll]

currently in an 80s/90s phase :p

also loving the bear on disney+ its so fire!! i Need sydcarmy.

i feel like i should list interests and stuff so i can talk abt them to u guys and ppl can send asks to chat hehe

ill put some of my current ones in the tags :3

[stvrb3rry]

REQUESTS

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What I write for:

ANYTHING!! (Except Angst T-T)

Who I write for:

•Ben Florian (Descendants)

•Miles Fairchild (The turning)

•Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things)

•Benny Rodriguez (The sandlot)

•Finney Blake (Black phone)

•Varian (Tangled the series)

•Calos Deville (Descendants)

•Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

•Angel dust (Hazbin Hotel)

•Husk (Hazbin Hotel)

•Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

•Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel)

•Millie (Helluva Boss)

•Lute (Hazbin Hotel)

•Stolas (Helluva Boss)

•Blitzo (Helluva Boss)

•Verosika Mayday (Helluva Boss)

•Beezlebub (Helluva Boss)

•Barbie Wire (Helluva Boss)

•Glitz and Glam (Helluva Boss)

•Fizzaroli (Helluva Boss)

•Asmodeos (Helluva Boss)

•Velvette (Hazbin Hotel)

•Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel)

•Rosie (Hazbin Hotel)

•Bernard (The Santa Clause)

•Serial Designation N (Murder Drones)

•Uzi Doorman (Murder Drones)

•Jason Dean (Heathers)

•Johnny Cade (The outsiders)

•Daniel Larusso (Karate Kid)

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DON'T BE SCARED TO REQUEST!!

[unknownmarley]

໒꒰ྀི｡- ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴀʀᴍᴀʀ!!

hiii i’m marmar or marley, whatever you feel like calling me!! i go by she/her, and i am a mix girly and unfortunately live in the deep south so sorry if my writing contains “y’all” every other sentence!

i will be posting fanfics on here, but my ff will not be the best writing due to my dyslexic but i do put a lot of effort into my work.

all my work will also be posted on wattpad @/unknownmarley, which all my work will be posted there first fyi.

i will not be writing smut, sorry.

but i’m in fandoms such as; the sandlot, the outsiders, the karate kid, re, criminal minds, twd etc.

i’m a big fan of lana del rey, dolly parton, elvis, and very much folk music. but i’m always open to new things!!

this is infact not my main acc, this is just for my writing. my main acc is @everyonesfavmarley which is more of an account where i just girl blog and yap, if that’s sounds like something you would enjoy be my guest and go follow.

i will try to do request if y’all want x reader but i usually do x oc just so i can have creative freedom but i can totally try x reader if y’all like my writing which i’m praying that y’all do.

[zacksephreunion]

im such a sucker for that zackseph fic trope/dynamic of sephiroth basically imprinting on zack and following him around like a duckling, watching zack do something and trying to join in, except a lot more awkwardly lol

[stardust-sunset]

i think the boys would like the sandlot. that movie reminds me of them. or stand by me. both good movies.

[vinsmokesanjithing]

When this song comes up in my tiktok fyp i think about them- like this:

The story of us-

it always starts the same-

with:

A boy:

Scotty, Finney, Johnny and Charlie

And a girl:

Wendy, Donna, Ali and Linda

And a- huh? AND A gAY:

Benny, Robin, Daniel and Adam

[punk---kitten]

Hoping you have a happy Halloween and life is treating you well. Keep smiling tiger:)

Happy Halloween!!! 🦇🎃👻

Life is okay. "Keep smiling tiger" makes me feel like your son lmao, so thanks dad ✌

[smallhatlogan]

Stand By Me and The Sandlot are essentially the same movie to me

[laconic-void]

I just imagined Squints as a furry scene kid and now the image cannot leave my mind!! Help

"Hurry up Benny, my clothes are going out of style!"

"They already are, Squints!"

I will make unhinged sandlot Fandom real... one post at a time

[cinematv]

Remember, kid - there's heroes and there's legends. Heroes get remembered, but legends never die. Follow your heart, kid, and you'll never go wrong.

THE SANDLOT (1993) dir. David Mickey Evans

[butterfwiesndinorawrs]

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Summer Movies!

🌞 Sandlot

🌻 A Goofy Movie

🐝 Surf's Up

💛 The Lion King

🌞 Zootopia

🌻 Hotel Transylvania 3: Summer Vacation

🐝 Luca

💛 Shrek

🌞 Cars

🌻 Scooby Doo Camp Scare

🐝 Madagascar

💛 Elemental

🌞 Trolls

🌻 Holes

🐝 Dennis the Menace

💛 Camp Rock

🌞 The Baby-Sitter's Club

🌻 Now and Then

🐝 Stand By Me

💛 The Buttercream Gang

🌞 It Takes Two

🌻 Camp Cool Kids

🐝 Camp Nowhere

💛 Free Willy

🌞 E.T.

🌻 The Little Rascals

🐝 The Wizard of Oz

💛 Moonrise Kingdom

🌞 My Girl

🌻 The Parent Trap

🐝 The Goonies

💛 Heavyweights

🌞 The Karate Kid

🌻 High School Musical 2

🐝 Anne of Green Gables

💛 UP

🌞 Ant Bully

🌻 A Bug's Life

🐝 The Kids Who Saved Summer

💛 Woody Woodpecker Goes to Camp

🌞 Lilo and Stitch

What are some of your favorite movies to watch during summer?

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[nook-kid]

Hi all ! I really like making lists for things and decided why not make some agere related ones ! So for my first list: here's a list of movies I enjoy watching while in middlespace / think other middle regressors will like !

If anyone would like to see other lists like this, lmk ! :)

ᯓ★ = my personal favorites !

ᯓ★ The Sandlot

ᯓ☆ The Karate Kid

ᯓ☆ The Neverending Story

ᯓ★ The Goonies

ᯓ☆ The Parent Trap

ᯓ★ The Dark Crystal

ᯓ☆ Stand By Me

ᯓ☆ Back to The Future

ᯓ☆ Labyrinth

ᯓ☆ Holes

ᯓ☆ Super 8

ᯓ★ Harry and The Hendersons

ᯓ☆ Jumanji

ᯓ☆ E.T. the Extraterrestrial

ᯓ☆ Diary of a Wimpy Kid

[3lder1ch-l0verz]

Nice to meet you too...

It's been about a year since you moved to this new place. San Fernando Valley. California.

In the time you had been here, you hadn't put any effort into making friends. The kids at school found you odd, even your fellow baseball team members. This was due to how quiet you were. However, you were still known around the school for one thing.

Baseball, that was your sport, the one thing you were recognized for at school and at home. Some kids even go as far as saying you were as good as Benjamin, or Benny, Rodriguez.

Benny was well-known for defeating ‘the beast' about a month before your arrival. Of course, you quickly found out that Hercules was actually a big sweetheart. But, nonetheless, people would compare you and Benny. You had never officially met him, only seen him in the hallways at school and during baseball matches between your team and his.

The Sandlot gang were the best team in the town! So it wasn't much of a surprise when your team lost against his team. Though, you rarely got to play when the match was against the Sandlot gang.

Phillips, your team captain, had always been a sleazeball when it came to you. He didn't like you that much due to the fact you were a good player, better than he. It was why he kept you off the plate so often. He didn't want you, some country kid, stealing his supposed spotlight.

Today was another match against the sandlot gang, one sparked from Phillips being arrogant. He frustrated you beyond belief.

“Phillips, why do you keep doing this? You continuously brag about our team being the best team in the state, and you pick fights with those sandlot kids, yet we always lose against them. C’mon man, it's embarrassing at this point. Just admit those guys are better than us!”

Phillips glares at you and tossed a bat to you, which you caught.

“If you think they're so much better, why don't you go join them? You'd fit right in, you're a baseball reject, just like them!”

You scoffed and took off your jersey, thankfully you hadn't changed into the uniform completely, just the jersey.

“Fine. Maybe I will Phillips. ‘m tired of your crap anyways.”

You shove the jersey into his hands and storm off. The game hadn't even begun and you had already quit. Thankfully, the opposing team wasn't there yet.

As you were storming off the field, you bump into somebody, causing the person you ran into to fall down.

“Jeez, watch where you're going!”

You were going to lash out at the person who said that but noticed it was someone familiar. Benjamin “The Jet” Rodriguez. You sigh and help him up.

“My bad man. Didn't see you.”

Benny swats some dust off his shirt and he nods.

“It's fine, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude. Just a bit annoyed right now. It's the third time this week that Phillips has challenged us to match. Anyways, you're that new kid right? You're (Name) aren't you?”

He eyes you up and down before nodding.

“Well, the names Benny. Nice to finally meet you man.”

You nod, shifting a bit.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too…”

| I apologize if this is bad, I've never really written for other people before. Anyways, criticism is welcome!

[whyareyouhere66]

Call Me A Snitch - Benny Rodriguez/The Sandlot x GN Reader

“Could it be something like benny rodriguez x gn!reader and its they are on philips team and playing against the sandlot boys and the philips convinces the reader to cheat by using like this sticky rosin stuff…”

Here we go @yourgirljen4life - hope you enjoy and I hope this is what you were looking for 

[mind you I don’t know a lot about rosin or anything- also Phillips doesn’t have a listed full name, so I used the actors first name.]

CW: slightly rushed I haven’t written in a hot minute, not heavy on any relationships, Wil Phillips

Benny Rodriguez x GN!Tiger’s player Reader

x

It’s the middle of the day, sun hot and sticky beating down on the trees and dirt that cover the ground, temperature at least 80 degrees, when I realize I should’ve stayed home.

I used to say I’d never miss a good game of baseball, especially not with someone as invested as Benny Rodriguez or Wil Phillips. But then again, I’ve never played such an un-fun one in my life. Which is actually pretty impressive.

The ball swings across the field as Benny’s team hits it spot on again, and I see as our outfielder scurries to get it. I can’t remember who’s out there, probably Eric. Guess that wasn’t a great idea. Bertram, looking accomplished, smoothly jogs across the base. 

They’re getting real cocky, now. It’s funny, I think, I’d crack a grin when I hear Ham’s next remark but with the vein nearly popping out of Phillips’ forehead I decide to bite it back. 

“How are we doing so shit?” I hear him ask, but I don’t think he wants a real answer. The expensive jerseys can only cover so much, an idea he seems very much unaware of.

I look down at my wrinkled jersey, the white fabric tinted with dirt after I took a dive for home base in the last inning. I dust some of it off, hearing another crack of the wooden bat across the way. To follow, a curse mumbled from Phillips lips. 

I sigh slightly, and glance back at the score board. We’re down by 2, which isn’t horrible, but I know we’d all prefer not being down at all. My cleats scuff against the sand as I stand up from our bench, and stand next to the blonde boy. His gaze is strong and fixed on the new batter, Benny. 

‘Oh boy.’ 

Droplets of sweat trickle down his forehead, over his nose, and he stares intently at our pitcher. He’s in jeans in a t-shirt, to no one’s surprise, and I look over him as he gets into position. His eyes narrow, blocking the sun the best they can. 

From the dugout, I watch with crossed arms. I still remember the first game against the sandlot boys- when Phillips tried to stand off on their own field. I think that’s when I first realized, baseball would be a lot more fun if there weren’t the pressure of winning constantly on my shoulders. 

He’s so focused, swaying the bat over his shoulder and adjusting his feet across home base. Beside me, Phillips’ scoffs, I can basically hear how his teeth clench in his jaw.

Benny hits it mere feet away from the fence, our outfielder sprinting for it and suddenly Phillips’ hand grabs a firm hold on my shoulder, snatching my thoughts from the game.

“This is bullshit,” he complains, and uses the grip on my shoulder to turn me towards the bench behind us, “come on.”

My arms remain crossed even as he tugs me towards his bag, and he leans down to grab something from inside. Red flag, I think, he’s up to something.

“You’re up next,” when he comes back up, he’s holding a small tub in his hand, “use this.” 

I look down at the tub in his hands, and skim over the word “Rosin” bolded on the lid. 

He’s gotta be kidding.

I glance up at him, he’s looking at me expectantly, as if I’m supposed to immediately understand. When I don’t enthusiastically go along with it, he rattles his hand impatiently.

“No.” I tell him, and he groans.

“Y/n come on-“ he whines, “we’ve gotta get a leg up.”

“This is pathetic, Phillips.”

He groans again, dramatically throwing his head back, and I feel his fingers tightening against the bone of my shoulder. 

“Dude- it’s not a big deal, just do it so we don’t lose against these…” he looks back to the field, where Benny has already made it to 2nd base and players from our team and his are spread across the dirt and grass. Ham chuckles smugly, rolling up to base, and immediately just from one look at the field Phillips’ face scrunches into one of disgust. 

“…losers.”

He finishes, I scoff.

“Dude.”

He doesn’t listen to my protest at all, instead shoving the tub of rosin into my hand. Tan fingers slip away from my shoulder, finally, and he reaches back into his bag and pulls out another baseball, placing it into my free hand. 

“Do it, or I swear to god L/n.”  He looks at me like he’s giving a threat, which he is, but it’s not a strong one. I sigh, and he steps away from me back to the edge of the dugout to watch the game. I’m left alone by the cluttered bench.

Looking down at the ball and the tub, I sigh once more. But nonetheless, I unscrew the tub. 

It’s a bad idea, pathetic as I said, I should’ve known the second we went down a point Phillips would resort to a cheat. 

.

But hey, it worked. 

My fingers are still sticky with rosin as the game ends- the scoreboard has changed, now in our favor with 3 points above the sandlot group. 

Curses echo from them as ham kicks the dirt below his feet, and I watch as Benny throws his hat to the ground in a fit. It clashes well with the smug cheers from my team- but at the sight of the others so defeated, I feel guilty.

“Told you.” Phillips’ smirks into my ear, patting my shoulder much harder than needed before strutting off with the rest of the team. I dont join him, though.

It wasn’t our win to get. 

“Some pop and fries at the diner sound good to you guys?” Phillips asks, raising his voice knowing the sandlot boys will hear him across the dugout. Of course he needs to rub it in, sometimes i think he’s a better actor than he is a baseball player.

As my team saunters off, I listen in on the grumbles from Benny’s team.

“Damn tigers…” ham mumbles, glaring at the ground. 

“Yeah yeah- we had ‘em in the first half too. Like, what the hell?”

With all the mumbling, Benny shakes his head with a glare. I can tell by the clench of his fist he’s frustrated, he turns around to his friends.

“Just shut up about it guys- we lost, it’s whatever.” His voice contradicts him easily, but it quiets his friends grumbling a fair amount. He spins back around, about to match off to their dugout, and last second my mouth opens.

“Wait!”

They all turn around, faces still dark as ever when they see me approaching them, trying to catch up with a light jog. I don’t know why I’m doing this, I’ve never been much more than acquaintances with them, but it’s obvious they’re better friends than my team will ever get to be. Maybe that’s what motivates me to continue.

“Hold on, it’s,” I pause, breathing out and coming to a stop right in front of them, “hold on.”

“What do you want?” Squints obnoxiously adjusts his glasses at me. The only ones not glaring me down seem to be Smalls and the twins. Though, when i catch Benny’s eyes again there isn’t any anger directed at me behind his gaze. 

“I,” I glance behind me, my team is gone, and I turn back with a hesitant look, “you didn’t lose.”

This seems to confuse them, Bertram scoffs.

“Right, funny.” He says bitterly.

“Yeah yeah, hilarious.” Yeah yeah pipes up, but Squints holds up a finger to both of them, staring at me with vague interest.

Benny is lost, closing his eyes in thought. 

“What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t technically lose,” I rephrase, “not legally, I mean.”

When they’re about to question me further, I look down at my hand and squeeze my fingers, the rosin sticking to my skin. They catch on quickly, by the time I look back up squints has already marched over to me.

“What’s this?” He questions, grabbing my hand and examining the skin. I awkwardly watch on as he recognizes the sticky shit on my hand, glaring at me in disbelief. Spinning around to the others, he grabs my wrist.

“They used sticky rosin!” He exclaims, holding up my hand for the others like a clue. His friend’s eyes widen, and I take my hand back to quickly explain.

“They cheated?” Smalls let the question sit in the air, because no one really answered him.

“It was Phillips’ idea,” none of them are surprised, as Benny mutters with rolling eyes, “he got pressed when you started winning, he’d kept some in his bag.” 

Groans rumble from the group, I notice as Benny pulls off his hat once more, leaving his sweaty hair to the breeze. 

“I mean- are we surprised?” His voice is thick in sarcasm, standing out over the grumbles from Ham and Yeah Yeah.

“No- of course that blonde Bambi would cheat, pussy move.” Bertram curses, and despite their glares I feel a grin form at the words “blonde Bambi.”

“Sorry- I should’ve told him to quit, but…”

The hot sun is baking my skin, the baseball cap sitting on my head only giving so much. 

“So why didn’t you?” Ham quips- I almost bite my tongue, but Benny whacks him with his hat. 

“Shut up,” he clicks his tongue, before his gaze returns to me, and I’m not really sure what to do with it. “Thanks for uh- for telling us.” He gives the slightest hint at a smile, his teeth sticking through his lips. I smile back at him, the guilt from before falling further into the back of my mind. 

“Yeah- I mean,” I dip my head, “you guys were having a lot more fun out there than I’ve had in a minute.”

Smalls furrows his eyebrows. “Then you should play with us!”

Everyone turns to look at him.

I’m surprised by his offer, though not at the many, many quips thrown his way afterwards. I’ve never thought about it, never having been invited before, but now that the idea is fresh in front of me I consider it.

“That’s not a bad idea,” Benny jumps in- and that’s what really surprises me. 

“For real?” I ask, and Benny steps forward, blocking off the rest of the boys from giving their loud input. Face to face, I finally notice more of his grin. 

“Yeah- might be fun, plus, would drive Phillips crazy.” 

I grin. 

He holds out a hand to me, and I have to remember to switch to the not sticky one to return the gesture.

“We’ll play tomorrow- the sandlot at noon. If you’re in, join us.”

His hold is firm, yet his hands are softer than I think I expected.  Despite the blisters that cross his palm, his touch is warm. I look up at him through the shade of my hat. For a second, he looks hopeful. And after a moment of thinking, pushing away the migraine for Phillips to face the second he finds out, I nod.

“I’ll be there.”

He’s the last the leave as the others walk away, Smalls walking by his side at the back of the group as Benny throws me one last shiny grin.

Not as uninteresting as I thought it would be anymore- I walk home with the Tiger’s jersey now in lost value on my shoulders.