#anywayssssssssssssssss

[arcanegifs]

ive been obsessed with this one frame for hours

[jeanjwould]

hey yall remember when i made that poll and the majority vote said that i would introduce adriana & the undead before i introduced sutton and rockwell

becauseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee i might just. not do that

hope yall like 80s vampires :)

[titobeauvi]

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[rtgame]

im gonna say it. i cannot believe people bitch about ian flynn's writing when this is the kind of dialogue that was in archie for god knows how long.

got laid off recently so i decided to start reading archie sonic to find out What The Hell Was Going On In There and it. it sure is something!

[alaysiastheworst]

i love my sister so much

having a literal blog literally just reminds me of her so much idk

and we should TOTALLY share one, we're totes more alike then she thinks but i still remind her of this guy...............

ANYWAYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.....

she's litch so cool #loveherdown #herhairfinnabedone #prettyasf

[ghostie-luvs]

my pronouns are he/him :P

i feel like i act like a girl like bro sometimes it sucks to be trans :/

ANYWAYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS im scared for school. like ik i haev school in like 2 moths but like- im going to a new school and i had ONE friend that went there but then they got expelled 😭😭😭 now ima be all alone

also try looking up sm thrift stores Good Will and Ross are good ones (isk where u live i think those thrift stores are only in the US) but try finding local thrift stores! i think youll find cooler stuff that way! but do wash everything bc it might be dirty not me being hypocritical aidbwwudbauwhbddbiuawbdaudn luv uuuu

-❤️

awh it’s alright, love! You’re still so cute anyway

buuut I totally understand,, I think you’ll be just fine n m sure you’ll be able to make new friends!! If it makes you feel better, I’ve had to move to three different schools for each year of my middle school years :(

and yeah, those make sense! It’s just the fact my parents hate taking me anywhere,, I could go w friends but my parents don’t allow my friends to drive me so :/

I mean I have my permit buut s just a permit so :(

I love you too!! <3

[haylorinthewoods]

they only flip flop bc they just want to stay mad, they hate olivia bc of her thing with harry, so it doesn’t matter what she does they’re gonna hate her regardless. They’re mad when she doesn’t include him, they’re mad when she does, they’re mad bc she stands next to him, they’re mad bc their nail polish is slightly the same shade like it’s giving miserable

[leyyvi]

you ever go through a period in your life where everything is just changing so much and you dont really adjust well to change but you also dont want things to stay the way they are but you also get kinda sad bc even if things were shitty there were still some things that were comforting but those things just arent as comforting anymore but you dont know what can comfort you now so you’re desperately trying to hold onto what was while also hoping for something new and its jusgdfhgntjkdgrgfwelrkgjflkhjg AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[idiotphobic-archive]

new icon + desktop theme :3

[heich0e]

Liv. LIV. THAT OIKAWA ANGST.

Not me having an hq feels day and then YOU POST JUICY OIKAWA TEARS. I've reached the conclusion that your favorite hobby is making fictional men suffer. I'm still here for it. CRYING, but here for it :') Anyways i'm gonna dump some Oikawa headcanons on you hope that's ok bc i ALSO HAVE BRAINROT:

Oikawa is so good at hiding his feelings that he eventually convinces himself he's not in love with you until leaving Japan. He would ALWAYS pick on you in high school (kind of in the way he does with kags but a little less mean) but it's mainly because he was mad that you didn't fawn over him and give him attention all the time right off the bat.

I think he's very touchy and if you're not a touchy person he gets mad because!!! he wants to be touched by you!!! he WILL be that person that asks "where's my hug?" (will do it every time just to annoy you)

Oh and when you finally, FINALLY start doing what he wants it's just before he moves away, and having the satisfaction of you hugging him regularly now makes him sad because why?? couldn't you have done it earlier when he thought that maybe he had a chance with you?

Now he's made commitments, he can't back out. and on the last night of hanging out with him you, so convinced that he doesn't have feelings for you, admit how you had a tiny crush on him (it wasn't tiny) and he wants to cry. He wants to tell you how he's felt the same, if not more. if only you had shown some kind of sign sooner, maybe he would've been brave enough to do something about it. But now it's too late. And the kiss you leave on his cheek that he always imagined to be sweet and inviting merely stings now with regret.

:') ANYWAYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS wow that got out of hand umm oops

LeY HOLY SHIT THE WAY MY HEART LITERALLY LURCHED IN MY CHEST READING THESE HEAD CANNONS

imagining oikawa sidling up beside you in the hallways, snaking his arm around your shoulder which you carefully slip out from under - like a well practiced dance the two of you have been mastering for years. But the two of you can follow each other's pace, match each other's moves; he knows the steps you'll take and learns to chase them (which he tells himself is purely for the fun of it and not because each graze makes warmth crackle through the pit of his stomach), and over time you stop retreating so intently. Start allowing the touches and the proximity that he's so insistent on. He doesn't dare allow himself to hope that maybe it's because they also make your heart beat a little faster in your chest, too.

"the kiss you leave on his cheek that he always imagined to be sweet and inviting merely stings now with regret" I Am YODELLING!!!

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT OIKAWA TOORU IS NOT A PERFECT CHARACTER TO PROJECT ANGST ON AND YOU ARE ENABLING ME W THESE HCs LEY

[drydrops891]

lmao i forgot your birthday 😭😭😭😭🤡🤡🤡🤡💀💀💀💀 is the wedding off 🤡🤡 but anywayssssssssssssssSS HAPPY BIRTHDAY VICTORIAAA THE LOML 🤧🤧🤧💗💞💖💝💟💟💘💝💖💓💞💝💞💟💕💕💗💖💗💗💘💗💘💗💖💝💞💓💞💓💕💕💝💖💗💘💘💗💗💘💗💞💟💞💝💕💝💕💖💝💞💓💓 yes wow me being a fake fiancée 🤧🤧🤧 have some cake lmao 🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂

LmAo it's okay, don't worry 😌✨.

Wdym the wedding's off? 👀 Bish, we're getting married yes or yes 👀👀👀👀

THANK YOU sO MUCH THE LOML ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🤍🖤❣️♥️💗💘💓💕💖💝💞💟💞💕💖💓💝💘🤍💗💞💗💞💘💞💓💓💝💝💓💘💞💘💞💚💙💖💙💟♥️💟♥️💘💝💓💝🧡❤️💟💜💞💜💝💗💗💟♥️💘💖💓💖💓💞💘💟💗💗💞💘💖💘💝💘💝💗💗💟💗💝💓💘💝💘💗💞💟💖💖💟💘💓🤍🧡🖤🤍🤎♥️💛💖💕💛💟💓💘💞💝♥️❣️💟💖💖💗♥️💝♥️💗💕💗💖💝💜💝🖤💟💘💟💚💗🤍💖❤️💗💝💖💞💓♥️💕🤍💜💚🖤❤️💕💗💖💝💗💙❣️♥️❤️🤎💓

Ilysm 😌✨

Have some cake too bubs 🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰

[tshifty]

omg good for you girl!!! have fun at the dance!

im literally just SCREAM fdkjsldsjkldsfj idk if she likes me buT she did say YES and it’s literally like a gay dance like a homecoming kinda thing but college and not formal but like sdfjkldjkdsfjkldsjk it’s like an Event like it isnt a house party fsklsdjkldjlsfjkl anywayssssssssssssssss i hope something happens wow im really freaking out lmao

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[vallyb]

C) Shack up with Bradley for the night despite being terrified to even look in his direction – exposure therapy ftw baby!!!

OFCCC! but like he's probably gonna pull us into the bronco anywayssssssssssssssss plsplspls

Rooster’s Guide to the Great Outdoors - Part 2

A “Choose Your Own Adventure” Story!

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x F!Reader

The winning vote from Chapter 1 was: A) Go talk to Bradley!!!

Summary: Your bestie, Natasha, drags you out camping, a trip orchestrated by one of her colleagues: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, aka camper extraordinaire. Navigate the wilderness (and Rooster’s hot bod) while trying to enjoy your time in the mud.

CW: timid reader, swearing, fluff, suggestive language, a mouthy Hangman, dagger squad banter, future chapters will rely on YOUR participation

Phoenix starts to forcefully shove you off the picnic bench. “If you don’t go, I’m going to go. And that will be much worse for you, trust me.”

You let out a sigh with an exaggerated roll of the eyes and slide off your seat, holding your arms out to stave Phoenix off. “I’m going,” you say. “I’m going.”

Casually, you make your way to the back of the dining tent and start unzipping the mesh. You glance over your shoulder to see Phoenix nodding approvingly at you while Bradley looks up at the sound of the zipper. Your heart executes a nauseating flip when he lifts his head and you quickly turn away, your face heating up despite every effort on your part to remain calm. You step out of the tent and reach over your head to do the zipper back up, doing your utmost to keep your cool.

Still, an annoying – yet predictable – panic washes over you once the tent is zipped back up, right before you have to pull yourself together to go talk to the cute guy whose only advances thus far have been a polite greeting and an awkward smile. Sure, he might be interested in you. He might also think you’re just okay. More likely than not, however, he probably doesn’t think anything of you. After all, you met only a few hours prior. What kind of psycho falls for someone this hard this fast?

But you seem to have built Bradley up in your head enough that you're buzzing on your way to the fire pit. Between the way he looked at you when he arrived and Natasha’s enthusiastic endorsement, it would have been difficult not to. And now you’re so anxious you’re actually concerned that you might come off as slightly unhinged because no way are you talking to him. No way.

“Hey!” you exclaim upon arrival, and all the men assembled around the fire look up at you expectantly, as though this kind of animated entrance is sure to be followed by something equally exciting. But, unfortunately, the ‘Hey!’ was all you had, and this singular syllable took an awful lot of your energy. You swallow uncomfortably, glancing guiltily between the faces still watching you, ashamed that you’ve led them to believe you might actually have something stimulating to add to the conversation.

Your gaze accidentally falls on Bradley, because by no means would you make eye contact with him on purpose.

His eyebrows converge as he waits for you to continue speaking, only you’ve got absolutely nothing to say. Such witty remarks as ‘Is this seat taken?’ and ‘Can I borrow a sweater?’ would only come to you later – much later – far past the time your need for them will have expired.

Bradley nods to the pile of folded camping chairs and says, “Take a load off, Fanny.”

Mortified, you pick up one of the chairs and start unfolding it in silence while everyone goes back to what they were previously doing. You take a seat, trying to keep your heavy breathing to a minimum despite your racing heart. You make a mental note to air out your grievances to Natasha later that evening.

“So,” Hangman says, aiming a grin in your direction. “What’s cookin’, hot stuff?”

Bradley lifts his eyes to look at him in amusement and then shakes his head before glancing over at you. “Ignore him, he’s a caveman,” Bradley says calmly.

Hangman smirks. “Just tryin’ to make you look good, son,” he says.

“No need to try, Hangman,” Mickey chimes in.

You let out a chuckle as Mickey busies himself with the mass of potatoes before him, wrapping each one in tinfoil before tossing it into the fire. Hangman crouches by the pit, arranging them with a stick.

“Can I help with something?” you ask, watching as Hangman reaches underneath the flames to move several potatoes and then blows forcefully over his fingers. You notice that Payback is meticulously cleaning the grill and Bob is shucking corn; everyone has been put to work.

“I think we’ve got it covered,” Bradley says, continuing to spear his marinated chunks of meat. “But you could keep us company,” he adds.

Hangman makes a sound that resembles a snort but is likely something much more patronizing. “Smooth,” you hear him say to the fire.

Bradley shoots a glare at the back of Hangman’s head but doesn’t say anything else.

You attempt to hold in a shiver as the evening cools, rubbing your hands together and holding them out to the fire.

“You cold?” Bradley asks. “Here,” he says, nodding at the back of his own chair. “Grab my jacket.”

“I’m fine,” you respond without looking at him.

“Take it,” he insists. “I’m not wearing it.”

You give him a tight smile and reach over to take the jean jacket just as he rises from his seat and starts laying out the spits over the freshly cleaned grill. The faintest scent of cologne still lingers on the soft lining of the jacket’s collar as you pull it around your shoulders and sink into its warmth.

“So,” Hangman says, sitting back in his chair. “Which tent are you sleeping in?” He winks at you with a grin.

You raise your eyebrows at him and let out a small laugh. “I’ll be with Natasha,” you say.

Hangman purses his lips. “Am I invited?”

Bradley holds his arm out and jabs Hangman with a spit.

“What?” Hangman exclaims, rubbing his arm where he nearly got skewered. “It’s an innocent question. She can say no.”

Bradley rolls his eyes at him before heading out toward the water.

“He’s mad because he didn’t have the balls to ask first,” Hangman says in a low tone when Bradley is out of earshot.

Bob throws a stick at him.

Hangman ducks. “Why is everyone assaulting me today?”

Behind Hangman’s vibrant grin, you see Bradley squatting by the bank to wash his hands. He rises slowly, shaking off the excess water and, what with his broad shoulders and tall stature, this action instantly becomes the most sensual thing you’ve ever witnessed. Until, that is, he starts walking back toward the campsite, and the scandalous sway of his hips positively dizzies you.

Bradley struts back into the clearing and pops open the cooler a few feet away from where you’re sitting. “Want something to drink?” he asks, glancing at you as he pulls out a bottle of beer.

“I’ll take a Mike’s Hard,” you respond, only meeting his eyes for an instant before averting your gaze.

Bradley nods and pulls out a can before closing the lid of the cooler.

“I’m good, thanks,” Hangman pipes in as Bradley hands you the drink.

Bradley grins, looking over at Hangman. “Glad to hear it,” he responds, setting his own beer into the cup holder of his chair before walking over to the open hardcase at Hangman’s feet.

Bradley picks up his guitar and, turning back, gives you a slight nod. He digs into his pocket and pulls out a pick which he sticks between his lips as he sits down.

He runs the back of his finger over the strings and proceeds to turn the tuning keys. Within a few seconds, the guitar is tuned, and he starts to pluck a random melody, looking up at you with a slight squint. “Any requests?” he asks around the pick in his mouth.

“Freebird!” Hangman cries out.

Bradley glances over at him wryly and holds up his middle finger.

“Classy,” Hangman responds.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Bradley says, taking the pick out of his mouth. “I thought you wanted a free bird.”

Hangman shakes his head with a smirk.

Meanwhile, you try to think of a song that Bradley could play but, naturally, you’ve forgotten every piece of music you’ve ever heard in your entire life. When he looks back at you, you give him a small smile and shrug mutely. He doesn’t take his eyes off you when he starts to play a riff that sounds vaguely familiar.

“Nothing Else Matters?” you say.

“Yes, ma’am,” he responds.

You smile at the melody. Bradley’s proficiency is apparent; in fact, he’s probably the best guitarist you’ve ever met. And that turns you on. You’re into musicians. In fact, you’ve dated a number of musically inclined individuals. Enough to know that they are trouble. And, by the way Bradley’s eyes bore into yours, you can tell that he knows just how irresistible you find him.

“Rooster, the fucking meat is burning!” Hangman exclaims, leaping out of his seat to grab the spits.

Bradley jumps up, handing you the guitar, and goes to help Hangman with the spits. “Dinner’s ready!” he calls.

“Table is set!” Phoenix responds from the dining tent.

…

After dinner, the party settles around the campfire as the sun begins to set. Hangman starts sharpening twigs to roast marshmallows. You’re still wrapped in Bradley’s jacket when he comes to sit beside you.

Unfortunately, the more he interacts with you, the more distant you become. It’s that darn, self-destructive tendency you have to keep at bay anybody who tries to get too close. First encounters aren’t nearly as terrifying as trying to impress someone who has already taken an interest. What if, in the process of getting to know you, Bradley decides that he isn’t attracted to you, after all? Who can handle that kind of rejection? Best to nip it in the bud sooner rather than later. This way, the rejection is on your terms. Besides, it would be just like you to read into a few kind gestures and exaggerate the intentions behind them. Just because he’s being nice doesn’t necessarily mean Bradley likes you.

“You still nursing that Mike’s?” Bradley asks, twisting the cap off a fresh bottle of beer.

You stare at the virtually empty can in your hand and jiggle it slightly. “Almost done,” you say, wishing you had a sexier response.

Bradley leans back in his seat and reaches behind you to lift the lid of the cooler. “What’re you in the mood for?” he asks, his voice slightly strained as he extends his arm to pull the cooler closer.

You sigh mildly; of course, this man could make the most mundane question sound sexy as fuck. “I think I’m good,” you say, taking one last gulp of your lemonade.

You bring the can back down to find Bradley watching you curiously. “Look, I’m not one to pressure anybody,” he says. “But I feel like it’s my duty to warn you that you do not want to entertain this crowd sober.”

You laugh, lowering your gaze because you’re blushing from all the attention he’s giving you. “I don’t want to wake up with a hangover,” you say.

“Fair enough,” he responds with a smirk and reaches for his guitar. “You warming up?” he asks, starting to strum.

You nod with a tight smile but, when he tries to catch your gaze, you turn away awkwardly, focusing instead of Hangman who’s just grabbed a hold of Phoenix’s wrist when she tried to walk by his chair. You watch him pull her into his lap despite her efforts to twist her hand out of his grasp. Phoenix gives him a stern look but he just grins at her. “There aren’t enough chairs,” he says, knocking over the empty seat beside him with his foot.

Phoenix rolls her eyes but stays put, giving you a flat look when she sees you eyeing them.

You smile at their interaction, wondering if sooner or later you might need to find alternative sleeping arrangements. There are three tents in all. A small one for you and Natasha, and two others for the guys.

“Thought of a song yet?” You nearly flinch at Bradley’s words because of how close he’s leaned in to ask the question.

You chuckle lightly without looking at him. You’re not sure you can synthesize words with his raspy voice lingering in your ears. “Uh,” you breathe, trying to remember the songs you came up with during dinner in case he were to ask you again. “Hotel California?”

But before Bradley could play the first note, you feel several drops of rain land on your head. You look up just as the fire starts hissing and Bradley, muttering a quick, “Fuck,” under his breath, gets up and puts his guitar away. “Hangman,” he says. “Help me with the gear.”

The two men start hauling instruments back to the Bronco while everyone else promptly gets to their feet.

The rain – which seems to have come out of nowhere – is mercilessly spattering the clearing, effectively smothering the fire and pooling in the various depressions in the uneven terrain. There’s a lot of commotion as everyone scrambles around the campsite, frantically gathering things that are meant to stay dry – bags of firewood and kindling; towels and hoodies; and any food that has yet to be put away.

With the rain coming down in sheets, and your sneakers sinking further into the mud with every step, organizing the campsite becomes increasingly less of a priority. And, as the rest of your troupe scatters amongst the tents, you realize that you aren’t alone in this line of reasoning.

“Come on, Y/N!” you hear Natasha calling. You turn to see her hop into a tent where Hangman and Bob have already taken shelter. If you join them, the four of you would be spending a rather uncomfortable night in the smallest tent on the campsite. You squint through the downpour in the opposite direction where Payback and Mickey dive into one of the other tents.

Bradley, meanwhile, is running back from the Bronco toward the third tent. He jogs past you just as a bolt of lightening splits the darkening sky. “You coming?” he calls, slowing his pace to face you.

“Uh,” you stammer. “I’m” –

How voting works:

Choose your favorite option from the list below. You can respond in the comments or reblog with your response! If you reblog with your selection, I will count it as two votes!

I will tally the votes in about a week and then write the next chapter using the most popular choice.

Also, don't forget to let me know what you think of the story so far 🫶

Options:

A) Get cozy with Phoenix, Bob, and Hangman in the smallest tent (at least you’ll be warm) B) Join Payback and Mickey in their spacious tent C) Shack up with Bradley for the night despite being terrified to even look in his direction – exposure therapy ftw baby!! D) Wild Card (tell me what you would do and if I like your answer best, I will use it instead of the winning option)

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[clieopatra]

why do you like gina and niylah and not lexa?

anywAYs so i’ve been ignoring this ask for a long time bc the shipping thing in this fandom has been bugging the hell out of me and character are separate from their ships. 

there is no reason why liking/ not liking any of these people should be related to the other :))

also, it’s not that I don’t like lexa. I like her and I’m mad for her character bc there’s sm wasted opportunity. I think that the foundation for her character is SO interesting-- she’s constantly stuck between her head and her heart. Her people and the person she has x degree of feelings for. Heda lexa, or lexa lexa. It’s a character that i would loVE to write personally because there’s possibility for such complexities there. But you will never convince me the writers are doing her justice. Personally, I feel like they’re reducing her to just clarke. Obviously, they’re getting closer with all the stuff they had her do last episode but still everything has to do with Clarke-- even her political decisions which they used titus to point out. She’s got such a cool base like really, a young ass, obviously smart, girl is leading 12 nations of complete wild grounders and is controlling them in a way no one else has before. But of course, they don’t let that develop because they’re too busy rushing things so they can fit like, three, major plots into one season to see her ~internal self~ very well. Plus the fact she’s there for Clexa and plot driving only when push comes to shove in my opinion. Which I wouldn’t be mad about considering she’s a secondary “guest star” character and that’s what they’re for-- only they’re secondary plot driver and ship device gets more promo than main characters which: my bitter ass ™

[resident-of-storybrooke]

wow how dare you call me out like that lol LET ME BETA IN PEACE!!!! I DO IT TO BE HELPFUL and cause I enjoy not having to wait for updates BUT THAT IS NEITHER HERE NOR THERE!!!!!!

ANYWAYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS this was one of my favorite chapters!!! I loved when you sent it over my way because IT’S THE START OF SOMETHING NEWWWWWWWWW *cue HSM baby* because I’m feeling this secret dating!!!!! LETS GO!!! AH! They’re idiots I love this, lets do this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Catch Me If You Can (8/?)

298 days. That’s how long Killian Jones was away from a baseball field. It’s less than a year, only part of a season for him, but it might as well have lasted a decade as he alternated between physical therapy and spending an excessive amount of time sitting on his couch.

But then he came back and won the World Series. 

It’s something no one saw coming, and it’s certainly not something anyone who knows about his arm would predict. Now it’s a new season with new possibilities, and anything could happen. On-field reporter Emma Swan will be there to cover it all even if she is not his biggest fan right now. 

Asking her out live on-air will do that.

Rating: Mature

A/n: Have I ever mentioned how undeniably awesome that you guys are? Like, I absolutely cannot believe that there are people out there who keep reading these words that I’m slamming out. This story, I think, is probably my most planned out MC, and I’m too excited for you guys to get to see what’s going to happen! 

Thank you to @resident-of-storybrooke for being my beta, even if she did tell me that she was only doing it so that she didn’t have to wait for updates 💞

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“How’s Roland?” Killian asks Robin as he tosses a ball in his direction, the two of them beginning their early morning workouts to loosen up their arms. It’s chilly this morning, the sea breeze wafting over to the field, but he’s not going to complain when this is his kind of weather.

Perfect.

Everyone should always have a bit of sea in the air they’re breathing even if the salt water gives him flashbacks to the accident if he closes his eyes for too long. Luckily, it’s usually not like that whenever they’re in San Francisco, the city too different than the beach town in Florida where the accident happened. And he’s got baseball to focus on, not memories of the past that he can already see in scars on his arm and feel in the pain in his shoulder.  

“He’s currently mad at me for not letting him miss school to come out here with us.”

“Just get him a bobblehead. Kids love that. Addy and Lucy collect them now.”

Robin throws a ball at Killian, and it thwacks into his glove a little harder than he was expecting. Damn Locksley. “Roland only likes the Yankees. He gets pissed if anyone even mentions another team. I had to have a conference with his teacher about it because there were issues with other kids.”

Killian shouldn’t laugh, but he does, his shaking shoulders affecting his throw as he backs up to put some more space between he and Robin. “I mean, the kid is right. How could anyone ever love another team?”

“If you ever have kids, I’m going to make them Sox fans simply to torture you,” Robin teases. “Maybe even Dodgers fans.”

“That’ll never happen. Addy and Lucy wouldn’t let you.”

“I think I can overpower the two of them.”

Another toss, this one not as powerful as he was intending. “You’d be surprised. Roland could have flown out for the weekend, you know. I’m always happy to watch him on the days I’m not playing.”

“Carol hates flights. She wouldn’t fly out here with him, and we’re not about to let my six-year-old fly across the country unaccompanied.”

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