#avila guzman

[crowcaws]

Assorted baseballs (Lancey, Riley and Raul, Avila, and Erickson)

[miketownsends]

i found blaseball in season 3.

the very end of season 3, and i remember i only found it because one of the NITW creators tweeted something along the lines of “ok i’ll bite what’s blaseball” and i went “what IS blaseball?” and i Googled it and suddenly there i was

i picked the Garages because i always have been and always will be a Seattlite at heart - i remember briefly deliberating over the Tacos (who were just the LA Tacos at the time!) and a couple other teams, but the Seattle pull was too strong

i remember that i joined either very late on Saturday or very early on Sunday - it was post the s3 finals because i remember seeing the Tigers as the s3 champions, but it was pre-election because i remember casting my lone vote for Eat the Rich

but this was RIGHT before the first siesta, and i had no idea what the timeline of a season looked like, and i went “well i guess i’ll check back in later” and then basically completely forgot about it for the next couple weeks and might’ve forgotten forever if i hadn’t seen another tweet from someone when it came back.

i remember watching my very first game on the bus to work. i think i must’ve missed the first day of games, i think it must’ve been a Tuesday, because i caught the bus at like 7am and i remember seasons not starting until 8am on Mondays. i watched the Garages play the Crabs (Garages lost). i remember falling in love with Avila Guzman and Allison Abbott and Malik Destiny (pre-catboyification!) based on nothing but vibes because i didn’t know anything about blaseball lore, i didn’t even know blaseball HAD lore. i think i found the Discord later that day, and i remember the Avila-Farrell feedback happening right around the time i joined the Discord.

i got my best friend into it at the same time and it turned into a hyperfixation for both of us. i remember sitting in their living room watching the finals for s4 while our partners sat by slightly befuddled by this thing that had suddenly taken over our lives.

i moved a couple hours away for grad school at the beginning of Sept 2020 and it was possibly the most miserable time of my life. i was lucky enough to be with family at least, but i was away from my now-husband and because of COVID everything was online and i am NOT a person who does well with online courses - when i had applied in fall of 2019 i had obviously assumed everything would be in-person. i had multiple meltdowns the first few months and blaseball was often the only bright spot.

the Jaylen necromancy, oh man. i remember when i first started looking up our lore and went “i missed out on a player named Jaylen Hotdogfingers????” she loomed so large over the Garages those first few seasons. her death kind of set the tone for us, especially as we kept losing players - every team wanted to fight the gods, but it felt so viscerally PERSONAL. and then one day i opened the website and saw her on the idol board with the little flaming skull next to her name.

i cannot even begin to describe the chaos i walked into when i opened the Discord and went to the Garages channel. it was just something you had to be there for. i was IMMEDIATELY team necromancy, because what was blaseball all about if not slamming big red buttons? and i figured if we didn’t, someone else would, so it might as well be us. a lot of folks felt the same. some didn’t. my mom called me at one point and asked me why i was talking about necromancy on Twitter. the Garages, obviously, decided to go for it. we had to try.

and at the same time, the Garages, somehow, were finally becoming a decent team. we made the playoffs for the first time in season 6. Jaylen’s final words, as per lore, were “we’ve just gotta make it to the playoffs.” we swept the Pies and Tigers - both former 2 time champions - to get to the finals. Mike Townsend, he who lived always in Jaylen’s shadow, threw out the first pitch of the first game of the finals. the Crabs swept us but we didn’t care. we had made it to the playoffs. we could do ANYTHING. we could bring our star pitcher back. and we did.

god, i’m just telling stories now, but to be fair blaseball is nothing BUT stories. i remember i spent a lot of that weekend in bed sleeping and crying because i was so depressed, but i pulled myself out of it enough to watch the election results roll in. to see Jaylen come home. to see Mike truly relegated to Jaylen’s shadow.

on Ruby Tuesday i was busy trying to unpack my room with my mom’s help. i took a break to check in on blaseball. games weren’t running even though they should’ve been. i scrolled through the game feed until i hit the Tigers-Moist Talkers game and realized just what we’d done, what Jaylen’s debt truly meant.

i didn’t always remember to watch the playoffs if the Garages weren’t in them, but i was watching when the Shoe Thieves reverse-swept the Crabs and were launched into a boss battle. Jaylen pitching against the puppets of a God. (the results of the Snackrifice.)

i cried when Jaylen went back to the Hall, even though i was sure her story wasn’t done. (and it wasn’t.)

the s11 finals between the Beams and Garages was one of the most emotionally draining things i’ve ever been through. we KNEW the Beams had us beat but the Sun 2/Black Hole shenanigans kept us holding on. i cried when we finally lost. and then the Keepers opened up the eternal concert in the Discord, and for hours there were hundreds of us packed in there, listening to Garages songs that sounded like you were hearing them played at a dive bar down the street because the quality was so bad and “singing” along, and eventually Get Normal came up, and everyone had been waiting for it, and. i don’t know. god, i cried so much. something about that moment of connection. something about the closest to a concert i’d experienced in a year. something about knowing it was the literal end of an era.

i don’t even know where to start with expansion. yeah it was an exhausting mess. my hyperfixation fucking LOVED it. i may have to do an expansion era retrospective/ramble separately because this is already too damn long, and expansion was SO much. for now i’ll just say that i will carry the way the Garages handled the final season of expansion with me for the rest of my life. it was so… poignant. watching us cling to our philosophy of “the Garage is always open” even though we KNEW we were inviting our own potential destruction through the door. choosing containment because we refused to save ourselves at the expense of the league but we could at least make sure the damage started and ended with us. making a beeline for the Hall because at the end of it we just wanted to go see our friends one more time.

i’ve mentioned this before, but when we melted the Coin i was at a minor league baseball game. it was the first game i had been to in probably four or five years and it was the first time i can remember actively CARING about baseball as an adult. i work for that minor league team now and i absolutely would not be doing that if not for blaseball.

god. i’m so, so sad. i will miss blaseball for the rest of my life. what a weird little piece of the internet i was blessed to partake in.

[mirandamckenni1]

Nessa Barrett - la di die (feat. jxdn) [Official Music Video] download/stream la di die (feat. jxdn): https://ift.tt/kzJRoe8 ✰ MY SOCIALS ✰ ⭑ instagram: https://ift.tt/5qtUwL4 ⭑ tiktok: https://ift.tt/2X6Sct1 ⭑ twitter: https://twitter.com/nessaabarrett ⭑ snapchat: nessaabarrett xoxo, nessa CREDITS: Director: Andrew Sandler Producer: Connor Gould Production Company: UnderWonder Content Executive Producers: Frank Borin, Ivanna Borin DOP: Eric Vera Prod Designer: Wes Dogan Editor: Jordan Orme Color: Kinan Chabani AD: Mike Roque VFX: Kawika Banis 1st AC: Matias Wajner 2nd AC: Chakarra Johnson Steadicam: Jose Espinoza Gaffer: Taylor Huddleson BBE: Matthew Tokuno Key Grip: Tigran Tsolakyan Grip: Jesse Guzman Art Director: Will Havertape PA: John Avila PA: Malachi Barnes PA: Adrien Hinijos CCO: Clayton Johnson Lyrics: ok does it rain in california only dream i’ve ever known will they love you when ur famous where you'll never be alone hope someday i’ll find nirvana i’ll be looking down below ill be dead at 27 only 9 more years go i got a bully in my head fake love, fake friends i was broken when you left now you hear me everywhere you go la da di oh la di da gonna be a superstar be the girl you used to know playin on the radio la da di oh la di die loving me is suicide i’m a dreamer, i’m on fire la da di run for your life jxdn ya jxdn ya jxdn said i’m going to be a rockstar ya (x3) told her i don’t wanna war ya (x3) i don’t see me going far ya (x3) that’s what happens when i fall apart all of me wants all of you but i’m far away and i can’t choose i got lot of lessons that i need to learn got a lot of lessons my depression and misconceptions and all the mistakes that lead to lessons my depression it makes me question my depression it makes me question la da di oh la di da gonna be a superstar be the girl you used to know playin on the radio la da di oh la di die loving me is suicide i’m a dreamer, i’m on fire la da di run for your life does it rain in california where the angels cry for me want the drugs that taste like candy and blood diamonds in my teeth la da di oh la di da gonna be a superstar be the girl you used to know playin on the radio la da di oh la di die loving me is suicide i’m a dreamer, i’m on fire la da di run for your life ya i’m gonna be a superstar #NessaBarrett #jxdn #ladidie via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0MuToADnt8

[mahoshonen257]

Avila Guzman Stimboard

[thebaltimorecrab]

I'll have to stop doing player info, because I am actually a lot busier & more burnt out than previously thought. Feel free to look through the Wiki.

[misalumnosisil]

José Guzman

Brandon Mirano

Grecia Avila

Marcelo Flores

Bruno Ramos

Ariana Hidalgo

Pamela Francia

Lorena Aguero

Lorena Aguero

Lorena Aguero

[burningcrab]

24 sparks/avila

24. “we’ll face this together” kisses

“Man, this sucks.”

Avila laughed, just as a reflex. What a way to break the silence. She tried to turn it into a cough, but it probably wasn’t convincing. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to laugh.”

“It’s okay. I guess it’s sort of dumb to say that.”

She shook her head. They couldn’t see her do it, of course, but the motion still carried through. “Nah. You’re good.”

Sparks grumbled. “Still. Obviously dying sucks.”

“You’re allowed to be pissed about it,” Avila said. “Let it out.”

It was their turn to shake their head. The movement tickled Avila’s nose. She shifted, just a bit, adjusting her place in the bed where she and Sparks had been spooning since before dawn.

It turned out imminent death didn’t make for great sleep habits. The sun still wasn’t all the way up.

“… do me a favor?” Sparks asked after a minute.

“Anything.”

“Can I be the big spoon for a bit?”

Avila wordlessly rolled over, untangling her legs from theirs, showing her back to Sparks as they shimmied around as well. She felt Sparks slip their arms around her chest, where their hands came to a rest on her collarbones.

Sparks peeked over her shoulder — she could see flickers of purple-gold electricity dance at the edge of her vision — and kissed her at the edge of the jaw, right where it met her neck. “Thank you,” they murmured, close enough for Avila to feel a little puff of breath on her ear.

“We’re gonna be okay.” Avila didn’t know if it was the truth, but it was something.

The sun rose behind them. The pair stayed in bed a few hours yet. They were in no hurry.

[zayphora]

Avila was reminded, suddenly, that she was used to Seattle weird – trolls under bridges, secretive coffee experts that met in obscure cafes at the fourteenth hour, clouds that cast long and deep shadows even after you close your eyes. The energy carried by her new teammates, their headlong-dash-into-danger tendencies, their neon outlines, was unfamiliar. Miami–and she hadn’t even properly arrived there yet–was Something Else.

She had a feeling she was already way in over her head.

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Avila and Farrell go to a party on the Other Side.

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girls’ night in the party dimension, or, I guess you could call us mr. multiversewide

mirrorverse-centric, 6,783 words

read here

[stainedglassgob]

new crabs new crabs new crabs

[pysics]

*does a rad skate trick onto the other team*

[idonthaveanyurlideas]

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woaaah miguel anniematic part TWO lets gooOOoOooOo

Design credits under the cut anyway the way i am so glad miguel didnt fall anywhere until i was done with this

design credits (most of these are twitter handles): 

Individual Design Credits: Aldon Cashmoney by occultclassic - Jessica Telephone by telekeys - Avila Guzman by juangeedraws - Valentine Games, Valentine Games II by deerstained - Esme Ramsey by HetreaSky and grr - Comfort Septemberish by TedFallenger - Pudge Nakamoto by solphy - Basilio Fig by Fancymancer - Felix Garbage by ShorterSneakier - Kit Honey by saltbuzzard - Knight Triumphant by antsolot - Coolname Galvanic by skelebells - Baldwin Breadwinner by Glassgoblin Wiki Pages: Richmond Harrison - Logan Horseman Other: Nerd Pacheco - Miguel James - Eugenia Bickle - Lars Taylor - Mummy Melcon - Sutton Bishop - Kaj Statter Jr. - Jayden Wright - Wyatt Mason VII - Zack Sanders - Nagomi Nava - Iggy Delacruz - Hahn Fox - Sandoval Crossing - Paula Reddick - Kaz Fiasco - Joe Voorhees - Dudley Mueller - Hendricks Richardson - Sigmund Castillo - Quack Enjoyable - Phineas Wormthrice - Howell Franklin - Silvaire Semiquaver - Malik Romayne - Alaynabella Hollywood - Siobhan Chark - Elvis Figueroa - Liquid Friend XIV

[kubfoo]

forgot to share with the class my avila fandragon that i got today! i love her.

[dessxericas]

Miami Dale icons for my fellow blaseball homies to enjoy

These are free to use btw!!

[tillman]

the world is so beautiful

[919]

[ID: A digital drawing of Avila Guzman. She is a fat, Latina woman with robotic arms. She is shown reclining in an orange hammock and reading a book. She is wearing a green tank top, with the top of her bra peeking out; a pair of cutoff jean shorts; and purple flip-flops. She has pink hair, with two green hairclips. There is a label pointing to her hair that reads, “hair dye fading from the sun + pool even though she dyed it last week.” Another label, pointing to the hair clips, reads, “Beck’s hair clips (sentimental value, not for fashion).” She has 3 tiny stickers on her cheek: a magenta heart, a cyan star, and a neon yellow smiley face. There are faded designs drawn on her upper arms: green leaves, pink hearts, yellow sparkles, blue flowers, an exclamation point, and a peace sign. Pointing to these is a label that reads, “temporary ‘tattoos’ drawn on her robotic arms w/ nail polish.” The book she is reading is bubblegum-pink with hearts on it. She is about halfway through. A label pointing to it reads, “wlw romance novel— she’s almost at the first kiss.” Her thighs have cellulite and stretch marks. There is a day or two’s worth of hair on her legs. She’s skinned both her knees, and there is a Band-Aid on each injury, one blue and one purple. There is a label pointing to them that reads, “rollerskating accidents from skating w/ Cannonball Sports.” Her finger- and toenails are painted, purple and cyan respectively. Her name, Avila, is written out in bubble letters at the bottom of the image, followed by a heart and an exclamation mark. End ID]

avila i love youuuuuuu (fullview + zoom in if you can!!)