#first base

[minthe-drawings]

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[frasers-of-my-heart]

From First to Home

Chapter 10: Intemperance

Jamie attended the first video session the next morning, choosing to sit in what had been his usual spot until a few days ago. When Claire walked in and spotted him, she smiled and he thought he saw something like relief come across her eyes. He hoped so, at least. The session passed by, highlighting areas of focus for the game. The White Sox catcher was known to call games aggressively, unafraid to have his pitchers come high and inside to back players off the plate. Unafraid of potentially injuring the batters. Claire warned the guys, while looking directly at Jamie, to not let it rattle them, to not chase at the next pitch out of a rush of adrenaline.

“Keep your wits about you, at least the bit any of you lot have!” Claire coached and barbed them simultaneously. Every man in the room chortled. “Alright, go get ‘em!”

“Yes, Coach!” They replied in unison as they all got up and headed to the locker room.

Jamie held back. “Ahem, Coach?”

Claire had turned back to her computer, getting ready for the second session, but stopped and looked at Jamie. “What can I do for you, Red?” She tried not to betray her hope that with this turn of normalcy, whatever had made the past three days so tense had passed.

Continue Chapter 10 here

[m-eowdy]

cycling home together is dutch second base

[ask-thirdbase]

Are there any other trans pastas?

Yeah!

I know Nina is trans, so is Ben, LJ is Dollgender, EJ is nonbinary

No one in this house is cishet i swear, lol

Even Slender is agender-

We're all queer here <3

[txemrn]

Book: Open Heart (pre-series)

Word Count: ~1466

Warning: fairly fluffy with tiny, tiny sprinkles of angst

A/N: This is my submission for @springfeverpitch. I have chosen first base. I hope y'all enjoy!

A/N 2: This is somewhat of a follow-up to the ficlet Only a Kiss. You do not have to read one to understand the other. Some characters and plot belong to our friends at Pixelberry. This was not beta'd; please excuse my errors.

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"Why are you being so quiet?"

With her elbow on the table, Tatum sighs, her cheek resting in her palm. She glances up slowly, meeting Ethan's crystalline stare. "It's a library," she becomes expressionless, looking back at her books. "Besides… I'm trying to study–"

"You're acting weird."

She scoffs, a subtle blush crawling onto her cheeks. "I am not."

Ethan chuckles, biting his bottom lip. His attention flickers aimless to the bookstacks as he leans his chair back, drumming his fingers on the edge of the desk. "You're… a liar."

Tatum drops her pen. "Excuse me?" She glowers. "I am not."

"Yes, you are, Erikson, and…" He furrows his brows, "I want to know why you're being so quiet. With me."

"Maybe," she closes her books, "I don't have anything to say to you, Ramsey."

He exhales heavily. "Are you mad at me?"

"No," Tatum lets the words nonchalantly fall off her lips as she stands, packing up her bag. "I–I just… I mean, I need to–"

"We kissed," Ethan interrupts as Tatum's navy blue glare grows wild, scanning the library to ensure no one was listening. He lowers his voice. "We kissed, and… now you won't talk to me, and–"

"Ethan," Tatum shakes her head, pulling her satchel across her body and turning to leave. "I came to study with you. We have a big pharm check-off tomorrow, and–"

"You know what I think?" He grabs her arm, stopping her exit. 

She sighs, slumping her shoulders. "Fine. What do you think–?"

"You liked it."

Tatum snickers sardonically, crossing her arms. "You're so full of–"

"I felt it." Ethan gently steps forward, cautiously tucking a blonde wisp of hair behind Tatum's ear. With a humorless chuckle, he locks his glare with hers. "I–I don't know what it is… but Tate, I… I can't stop thinking about–"

"Enough." Tatum puts her hands up, backing away. "It was just a kiss, Ramsey." Watching a twinge of pain flash across his face, she quickly twirls on her heel and walks away.

"You're nervous." Tatum pauses at Ethan's words, keeping her back to him. "You're nervous because… I think you felt it, too."

She sighs heavily, refusing to look at him as she disappears amongst the shelves.

Ethan and Tatum had quickly become close friends since starting medical school a couple of months ago. They met briefly during orientation, and then again when they were assigned to the same lab group. 

Normally quiet and reserved, Ethan found himself gravitating towards the friendly blonde. She wasn't just a pretty face; conversations with her were stimulating and hilarious. She was smart, someone who rivaled his own intelligence, but indulged in being goofy. 

But for him, it was never a crush. Until it was.

After performing poorly on an assessment exam, Tatum insisted on helping Ethan practice for his make-up practicum. Somewhere amongst the laughing and innocent touching, their lips met tenderly. The room around them suddenly incinerated, the crackles of desire palpable between their bodies. But just as soon as the kiss started, it was over, and the two colleagues were left wide-eyed, staring at one another in complete shock. Breathless. And both were unable to admit they were hungry for more.

Tatum plunges herself deep into the library stacks. The brush of an ache pains her chest, her heartbeat erratic and uneasy. The look on Ethan's face… She glances over her shoulder, making sure he wasn't following her before nose-diving into a corner to hide. She grabs a book, pretending to read it as she nips at her nails. Although she turns the pages, she carefully peeps through the spaces between books to see if she can see him. 

Truth is Tatum has been thinking about that kiss since it happened seventeen hours and fifty-two minutes ago. It was unexpected, and confusing, but hot and… dreamy. Just like in the movies. She loves hanging out with Ethan; he was a little rash at first, but she saw right through his attitude. He is witty, and actually quite empathic, not to mention he is pretty cute. He is the first guy in a long time that treated her with respect, who valued her opinion and intellect, someone who gave her credit because she's an equal–not just a woman.

But then they kissed. Kissed. Doesn't that change things? Tatum is happy the way things were–are; she loves being his friend. She loves sparring with him about grades and sharing snacks. She loves talking to him about, well, anything; and, they even started texting one another (but only after 9, when it's free).

She loves it when he laughs–shoot, when he actually smiles, he really can light up her whole day. Her favorite part is when he gets really tickled: his cheeks burn red, making his eyes blaze brilliantly sky blue as he scrunches up his freckled nose. All of those pearly whites show and…

Tatum's eyebrows lift high on her forehead as she paralyzes with panic. Oh my God. She snaps the book in her hand closed as she sits up straight. The corner of her lips begins to curl as her eyes dart aimlessly around the aisle.

How long has she had a crush on Ethan Ramsey?

Tatum hangs her head in her hands, coaching herself on how to breathe again. She can't like Ethan; he's her friend. Actually, he's one of her very best friends here at school. Maybe she's just confusing his kindness as something else.

But then he said… he said, 'he felt it, too.'

What did he feel? Is it why she couldn't sleep last night? Is it why a surge of adrenaline pulses through her nerves when she hears his voice, hears his name?

Is this why she's now being quiet around him?

Ethan is good. He's a good guy, a good person who is meant to do so many good things… and he has damn good hair. 

To Tatum, is he too good for someone like her?

Standing up, she drops the book onto the reshelving cart before moseying back to the student study area. The slow creep of crimson swirls up her neck when she sees Ethan, still sitting at the desk.

And he sees her. He stands, pushing his chair in before sauntering closer. But she holds her hands up, motioning for him to slow down. They stare at each other, their mouths teasing with honest smiles they try to conceal.

"Ethan, I–" Tatum crosses her arms, hugging her herself tightly. "I'm not nervous." He wrinkles his brows, but freezes when he notices the pools collecting in her glassy eyes. "I'm terrified."  

A crooked smile forms on his face as he nods in understanding. He casually steps closer, first putting his large hands on her shoulders before pulling her into his chest for a hug. "Talk to me, Erikson."

She snorts, wiping at her tears. "You've become… my best friend here. And I don't want anything to happen to us–"

"Tatum… you mean…" Ethan stops himself suddenly, his mouth curving in embarrassment. "--I mean, your friendship means a lot to me. And I don't see anything changing that."

"Promise?" Tatum whispers, a smile blossoming on her mouth. Ethan nods as he tries to stifle a toothy grin. She exhales heavily, "Okay. I just… I don't want a mistake we made–"

"Whoa," he smirks. "I wasn't aware we made a mistake."  Tatum playfully glares at him before he continues. "Do you think… the kiss… it was a–?"  

She cuts him off, shaking her head. She sucks in her lips, tucking her thumbs into her pockets.

"Okay, good," Ethan glances at her lips before staring back into her eyes. "--because I want to do it again... If that's alright with you."

Tatum stills, nibbling on her bottom lip. Her cheeks paint with warmth as her eyes become enchanted with Ethan's full lips. Feeling the heat in the air, his breath tickling her nose, her eyes flicker shut as Ethan leans in, gently brushing his lips with hers.

"Are… we still friends?" He whispers, his nose softly tracing the tip of hers. She playfully snickers as he kisses her again: this time, the touch is longer, their mouths fitting together like a puzzle piece, innocent, but starved. 

Ethan pulls away, his voice deepening into a gravel. "How about now?"

Tatum jokingly shoves him away, both of them giving into fits of giddy laughter. She stares at her feet, bouncing her toe nervously. Noticing their giggles falling silent, she takes a peek, glancing back up at Ethan. 

And instantly, she is enraptured with the cool fire in his eyes, her heart squirming with a million butterflies, the flutters tickling her sides with unspeakable joy.

"Okay," she licks her lips, "maybe… just… one more time. Y'know? Since we're friends."

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[18catsreading]

Ricky calls Esther into the battle

Esther: [gets on hand on Ricky's ass and plants a kiss on his face] I'm so fucking into you, you fucking dumb, hot -- you're so good, you're so heroic

Ricky: you're good, you're great 😍

Esther: you don't need to read books, who gives a shit -- I read books all the time and I'm miserable

Ricky: you're grabbing my ass pretty hard

Esther: I wanna fuck you

Ricky: I didn't want to call you here cuz it's really dangerous. But I didn't know what else to do.

Esther: let's live a dangerous life together

Ricky: ok

[luxshine]

In the history of baseball uniforms, there have been a lot of interesting eras. But none as interesting as the first half season of 1882 when, for some strange reason that probably had to do with selling more uniforms, instead of symbolizing the team, the uniforms would denote the player's position in the field. So, for example, the first bases, as Piper shows here, would wear scarlet-stripped shirts. The only way to know which team they were part of, would be by their stockings. This was stopped after half a season because honestly, no one could tell what was going on in the field! (and for a good reason, they were called "Clown costumes"). They tried to bring them back in 1888, but thankfully, never again!

[mysoulforyourkingdom]

First Base: trauma dumping in the front seat of a car

Second Base: sharing a beverage without wiping the mouth of the bottle/rim of the cup off

Third Base: sending five voice messages in a row at 2am, each one with a different subject and emotional presentation

[kindheart525]

It was just in time for the annual family trip to Filly Fun Land when Luster Dawn came to stay with her Gramma and Grampa. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any more hectic than her packed week with her Nana, she was whisked away to the carnival before she had a chance to even put her suitcases down. It was such perfect timing to arrive the day they left for their trip, there was no way they didn’t plan this.

Luster used to go to theme parks as a little filly so this wasn’t entirely new to her. Her dad loved this stuff, now she could see where he got it from. It was almost like reliving a memory.

Yet in many ways it wasn’t the same at all. Her trips with her dad were much more carefree and unstructured. Her Papa always came up with a schedule but it really didn’t matter how much they followed it as long as they had fun. 

But with Gramma and Grampa it was like a performance. They went all-out with the coordinated mascot t-shirts and the expensive VIP passes like they were trying so hard to be a picture-perfect family. All of the pictures they took so far looked almost staged.

Luster’s dad loved amusement parks just as much as the rest of his family but he never went on these trips as far as she could remember. Maybe there was a reason?

“You gotta try out the roller coaster, Luster! It’s a blast!”

Her uncle urged her on excitedly, snapping her out of her thoughts.

First Base’s actions didn’t seem as staged as her grandparents. He seemed like he was genuinely having fun, along for the ride just because he wanted to. He was a lot like her dad in that aspect…he looked just like him too.

“Can we go on a slower ride first? I just had lunch.”

This wasn’t a lie, but looking up at the roller coaster she couldn’t help but notice how much bigger it was than any she had even gone on before. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to go on it at all.

First Base’s grin never dimmed at her turning down his offer.

“That’s fine! I know another ride you’d like! Follow me!”

With that he trotted off, somehow knowing exactly where to go even among all the crowds. Luster did her best to keep up.

She was starting to feel comforted by his genuine, unadulterated enthusiasm before he went on.

“Mom and Dad go on these trips every year, they have since I was a baby. It’s a family tradition! If you live with them we could have loads of fun together! Flash really missed out when he moved away and stopped coming with us. Kind of a killjoy, he was.”

Of course this was just a ploy to get her to live with them. Maybe it was as fun as he said but she didn’t like hearing about her dad this way. He was the opposite of a killjoy! Luster out of anypony knew that!

“Here we are! The boat rides!”

He pointed out the ride and started making a beeline towards it, motioning for his niece to follow him. She trotted after him but slowed down a little, turning her ears back to hear what her grandparents were talking about.

“There’s no way she’s gonna choose Stellar over us! We actually know how to make memories!”

“Been doing it for over 20 years. Beats renovating some old village.”

Honey Bee and Ironwing laughed like they were sharing an inside joke, but Luster knew exactly what they were talking about. They were just trying to make her live with them. As if deciding wasn’t hard enough already. She wanted to have fun with her family, she really did, but her grandparents seemed more interested in convincing her of something than actually spending time with her.

“Luster! Hurry up!”

She sped up, furthering the distance between her and her grandparents and doing her best to leave that drama behind her. She would at least try to have fun. As much as she could in these circumstances, anyway.

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Previous: Study Next: Schism

Collaboration with h0wlingb0nez Luster Dawn’s cutie mark by NC-TV

[ridethecyanide]

October 20, 1953: Happy 70th Birthday to legendary 1st baseman, Keith Hernandez

[askmadiworld]

First Post

I'll b3 th3 on3 running th3 blog, M3 and my fri3nd r3ally want3d to mak3 on3!!

[drmonkeysetroscans]

Stretch.

[silveragelovechild]

[ask-thirdbase]

Do you like energy drinks?

I'm a slut for monster energy

Just shove the whole can in me-

[theshadowrealmitself]

I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”