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leroiloup · 4 years

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► @badasshybridqueen

The Mikaelsons : Vampire Royalty. When the infamous siblings were mortal children, their powerful witch mother, Esther, sought to protect them, thus turning them into the first vampires the world had ever seen. Yet once it was clear the menace they were ( not to mention how easy it had become for them to turn others ), their father, Mikael, forced Esther to put them all under a sleeping spell. It had been a millennia since they were awoken –– coming into a world where their parents had amassed great wealth and power. Now as they attempt to navigate being teenagers in the modern world, all while trying to reign in their original vampire strengths, they were sent off to a boarding school for supernatural students. The Mikaelson siblings practically ran the school, and completely dominated any of the vampire social rings. From the top-of-his-class Elijah, to the most popular girl in school Rebekah, and even down to the untamable, wild Kol.

Yet as powerful as each of them were, it was said that Klaus truly ran the show.

The middle sibling moved through the halls like a dark shadow, parting the sea of students with the fear he instilled. He was a rebel and known for a short temper that kept even the most brazen of students out of his way. He was also ambitious and cunning, able to get his way in nearly every aspect of his life. Manipulation was an art to him. The gossip mill didn’t help matters ; they spoke of the countless bodies he’s racked up over the years – even stockpiling them in his own basement. Others claimed he wasn’t even a vampire, but a new kind of monster that couldn’t be killed by any living thing. Of course, with every rumor, there was a grain of truth, and though Klaus would never let on the history his true parentage, he reveled in the respect that even the most outlandish of stories garnered for him.

All of this wasn’t to say that the original was without friends, though. Marcel, a fellow vampire, had always been by his side in the years since he’d been awoken. The pair were inseparable, though notorious for their constant fighting. Whether the object of their shared desire was a girl, a car, or even the role of student body president, they practically invented the term ‘frienemy’. It was because of this particular friend that Klaus found himself at an off campus student’s house party. When parents away, the teenagers will play.

❝ Oh come on, man. Even you have to admit this party is pretty dope, ❞ Marcel said with a grin, filling his red Solo cup with whatever beer was on tap in the keg.

The original glanced around the jubilant frivolity, one eye brow arched with a very unamused look on his face. Even Klaus could admit to being a snob and looking down his nose at such a primitive soirée. Just as he opened his mouth with a well-worded insult ready, a familiar redhead passed by, giving him a wink and blowing a kiss before heading off. Immediately, Klaus turned to glare at his best friend.

At least Marcel had the wherewithal to look abashed. ❝ Ok, admittedly, I didn’t know your psycho ex was gonna be here. But look, it’s a big party. Everyone from school is here. I bet you won’t even see Aurora again. Now take this drink and try to pretend you’re having fun ? ❞ Marcel implored.

❝ Fine, ❞ Klaus said as he took the Solo cup while Marcel began filling another. ❝ But any bodies I accumulate by the end of the night are on your conscious, mate. ❞ They grinned in amusement at each other before tapping their cups together and drinking.

Loud music blared in every room while the students kicked back and acted wild –– free of the pressures of the world. Klaus found that he didn’t entirely loathe the night out –– - Although at one point he had caught his sister in a heavy make-out session with the quarterback of their school team. After threatening the werewolf jock’s life ( much to Rebekah’s dismay as she screamed 'Nik !’ while he held the poor man by the throat ), Klaus headed off on his own to explore who else was at the party.

The house was huge, seeming to go on forever. Room after room, Klaus continued to explore, hoping to at least run into someone he could sneak off to a private room with to satiate his blood lust and give in to his more primal desires. Aside from his sister, he’d already had his way with most of the cheerleading squad and he couldn’t help but enjoy the idea of ticking off the last few girls before the semester was out. Visions of the entire team showing up for practice with scarves around their necks while Rebekah freaked out danced through his head while he turned the corner.

The seventh parlor that the house seemed to hold wasn’t as crowded as the others, though Klaus did recognize one of the party goers : Hayley Marshall. He’d met her the summer he was awoken. The werewolf ended up being Klaus’s only companion until his mother forbade him from fraternizing with a werewolf. Why she’d then send him off to boarding school wrought with them, he didn’t have a clue. Either way, what was once an innocent and special friendship had faded away into noting. He barely knew her now and the boy she had befriended was no more –– - Klaus had changed so much since that first summer that he was barely recognizable now.

The memories that were suddenly dredged up only irritated the original further. He was beginning to curse Marcel for dragging him to the party. With an eye roll and a huff of annoyance, he drained the contents of his cup and headed back to where he’d come from, hoping to find something stronger than the watered down beer.

#badasshybridqueen #ᴠ ☾ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴇɴ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ﹕ sʟᴀsʜᴇʀ AU | ʙᴀᴅᴀssʜʏʙʀɪᴅϙᴜᴇᴇɴ #[ omg this is insanely long #[ are you sure you're still cool doing this thread? LOL #[ and yes I'm using an alt FC for my teen Klaus #[ there's better icons of his inspo Ryan Philippe

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wclfgirl · 5 years

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“I can’t really sleep with all these bandages, very constricting”

❝𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 about that before getting into such a stupid fight over such a stupid reason,” she chastised him with ease. “One person goes on and on about me and you decide to go full caveman on them.” Had it been a fair fight, Stefan would have likely won with ease. This hadn’t been one of those fair fights, as he chose to go up against the star Quarterback, who in turn when nearly being beaten down, had an entire football team come to his aide. Stefan was lucky that his brawl was interrupted by a teacher and that he got away with only a few bruised knuckles and a cut on his forehead. Hayley had forced him to take a seat in the science lab, knowing it was the one place that went unused at this time of the day. The two would be out of anyone’s sight, something that they had gotten very good at over time. “And it wouldn’t be as constricting if you did as I said and changed the bandages once you got home, but no, you decide to leave them there. You could have gotten an infection, you know?” She could have continued for minutes and hours more, but decided against it. He had enough of a physical beating without taking a verbal one from her as well. After cleaning the wound again, she blew against it to help ease any sting the antiseptic might have caused him, her palms on either side of his face to prevent him from squirming off the lab table. When she pulled back, she smiled down at him, forcing him to lift his head to match stares. “If you’re that tired, you know you could always drop by my house again. Stay over and get some sleep. We both know the real reason you can’t really sleep is because your idiot brother is keeping you up with either a party or his loud girlfriend. It’s got nothing to do with my bandaging skills.”

@brokenbrxther • M E M E ( accepting )

#brokenbrxther #❨ v: tbd ❩#✖ ❝ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄʟᴀᴡs. ❞ ❨ answered meme ❩#✖ ❝ ᴘᴏᴇᴛɪᴄ﹐ ɪ ɢᴜᴇss. ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏ﹐ ᴠᴇɴᴅᴇᴛᴛᴀ sᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴡᴀʏ. ❞ ❨ in character answer ❩#❨ our latest verse gets a cute answer #to prove i'm not always angsty #but also bc he was totally defending her honor #even if they're supposed to act like they hate each other ❩

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tylerlockwould · 2 years

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[ trace ] sender traces one of receiver’s scars

Era sexta feira a noite e Tyler passava por algo que jamais imaginaria: não tinha planos. Não só estava em um estado emocional conturbado, como também em termos estranhos com noventa por cento dos seus amigos, e vivendo numa cidade fantasma onde os jovens eram a minoria. Hayley também estava de folga aquela noite, então nada de se esgueirar pelo bar do Mystic Grill dando em cima de mulheres que tinham o dobro de sua idade, como havia se tornado seu ritual de final de semana nesses tempos estranhos. Então, o melhor plano foi fazê-la uma oferta irrecusável: saquear o bar da família, quanta pizza ela pudesse comer e uma maratona de filmes ruins. Depois de algumas horas, ele já havia bebido seu peso em álcool, e a garota, comido o seu em pizza. Pizza... Ele passou a adolescência evitando pizza, demonizando carboidratos, e agora, daria tudo pra poder comer uma de novo. O faria, se a ideia não revirasse seu estômago. Apenas deliveries do hemocentro era o que podia aguentar. Pelo menos podia viver através da amiga, que estava jogada ao seu lado, apoiada em seu ombro em um coma de comida. "Esse filme é péssimo. Você oficialmente perdeu seus direitos de escolher o entretenimento a partir de hoje." Disse, olhando para Hayley, que nem mesmo prestava atenção na tela. "Viu? Nem você tá assistindo, e foi ideia sua." Protestou, quando a morena levou o indicador até a ponte do nariz de Tyler. O local era maculado por uma fina linha esbranquiçada em meio ao tom naturalmente bronzeado do híbrido, na forma de um relâmpago. A cicatriz foi traçada pela outra, tão suavemente como se uma borboleta pousasse ali. "Battle scars." Brincou, tocando a marca quando o toque de Hayley foi quebrado. "Antes de eu conseguir me curar. Devia ter uns 13 anos, era um dos meus primeiros jogos de futebol americano. O outro time era bem mais velho e devia ter o dobro do nosso tamanho. Mas você me conhece, sempre fui um filha da mãe cabeça dura. Eu fiz o quarterback sofrer, era mais rápido, roubava a bola o tempo todo. Até ele surtar e me dar uma capacetada bem no meio da cara. Quebrei o nariz em dois lugares. Mas tudo bem, a cicatriz me dá um ar perigoso. Fica bem em mim, não acha?" Provocou, sorrindo.

#BATTLE SCARS REFERENCIA DE CREPÚSCULO #que na minha cabeça é o que eles tão assistindo pelo meme #hayley #ask game

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lynseylou · 6 years

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S1E2: “House of the Rising Son”

Because The Originals recently debuted their series finale, I thought I would share my rather lengthy recaps of the first six episodes of the series that I did a year ago. I was so pumped about the show I made my own Wordpress website and everything. Now I have these lonely recaps with nowhere to put them but here! Enjoy if you want.

We begin this episode by embarking on another tour through New Orleans. I’m starting to sense a running theme.

“The city of New Orleans,” exclaims all-powerful leader, Marcel Gerard, “people of all stripes and flavors from all over the country come here to party on our streets. Some are just looking for fun, some are looking for something a little darker, more dangerous. So we invite them into our home, and give it to them. Then at the stroke of midnight, everything changes, and its time to feed.”

On screen we see one of Marcel’s classic raves being turned into dinner time for the vampires. Marcel is up above watching the chaos, while explaining his methods to Klaus. In walks Thierry, Marcel’s trusted advisor, to inform him of the latest situation. Apparently six nightwalkers were killed outside the Quarter, but who could have possibly done such a thing? We get a glimpse of Rebekah Mikaelson driving away in a lavish car, wiping blood off her cheek and smiling. Oh Rebekah, you look so cute right after murder.

Meanwhile, at the plantation house Rebekah drives up leaving another worried message for Elijah. Only, Elijah cannot call back because he is somewhere daggered in a box. That’s when Rebekah meets Hayley, she’s as charming as ever mistaking Hayley for the maid while screaming for Klaus to tell her where Elijah is.

As Rebekah is searching the house for Elijah, we are gifted flashbacks of when the Mikaelson’s once lived in the plantation house in 1820. We learn that Rebekah once loved the governors son, so naturally, Klaus killed him. We are given Rebekah’s perspective of events and through her eyes, you hate to admit, Klaus looks like a cruel and brutal brother, of whom deserves Rebekah’s ire.

“Well, he wasn’t good enough for you.” Explains Klaus.

“No one was ever good enough for me, Nik. You made sure of that. Now where’s Elijah?”

Klaus recieves a text from Marcel asking him to meet for drinks, queuing Klaus’ exit. Meanwhile, Rebekah enlists Hayley for help in the search for Elijah. This unlikely duo ventures down into the dusty cellar where the Mikaelson family coffins are on, how Hayley puts it, “stand-by.” However, this macabre sight hardly fazes Rebekah, and she concludes that Elijah’s coffin isn’t here.

“Where to next Rebekah?”

“To go vamp around Sophie Deveraoux and make her totally freak out, before I demand she help me find Elijah!”

“Awesome!”

Sophie brings Rebekah to the creepy cemetery, and informs her she can’t do magic without punishment from Marcel because he has a way to tell when a witch is doing magic, and the witches can’t leave because they practice ansestral magic. Because Rebekah has hit a roadblock, she tells Sophie how idiotic her plan is of bringing down Marcel at the hands of Klaus because “Klaus loved him like a son.”

Flashback

“I was there the day they met. We were burying Emil, the governors only son. Or so we thought. Turns out the governor had another son, from a mother he owned.”

Klaus sees the boy, screaming in pain as the whip comes overtop of him another time. Angered by his torment, the boy retaliates by throwing an apple at his oppressor, which results in another blow. However, at this sight Klaus intervenes and kills the man and asks the boy for his name. Only the boy doesn’t have one, so Klaus names him Marcellus. After the “god of war.”

Returning back to present day, Klaus and Marcel are out drinking. Klaus notices that Marcel’s attention is elsewhere, and follows his gaze to the brave bartender, Cami. Klaus is wondering aloud why Marcel hasn’t just eaten her yet, but he’s wondering to himself how he could use this to his advantage. Marcel tries to change the subject to the tourists in transition, and Marcel assumes they were drunk and fell when the vampire blood was still in their system. But, as Cami is walking away to leave, Marcel is still clearly distracted by her, so he decides to help Marcel out by supplying the lamest line.

“Excuse me love? What’s that your studying?”

“Abnormal psychology.”

“Abnormal psychology. Well…” Klaus shuffles Cami to their table, “perhaps you could help me diagnose my friend over here. He’s been a little bit depressed. Can’t keep his mind of a girl, he says she’s a queen, fit for a king.” LAME. “I think he should just cut his losses and move on. What’s your professional opinion?”

Cami, playing along says, “be a nice guy. And maybe the opportunity will present itself one day.”

Marcel decides to jump in and ask Cami out, she says she’ll consider it.

Next we find Hayley, she’s at a witches shop looking for wolfsbane. Why would she want wolfsbane when it hurts werewolves? We get the answer when Hayley says she wants to kill a little wolf. The witch helps her, but when Hayley leaves she calls someone and tells them if you want to gain points, tell Marcel there is a werewolf in the Quarter. Mysterious. Not to mention problematic, being that a woman, needing help, goes to another woman thinking that she’ll understand, but instead rats her out. Shameful.

Meanwhile, Marcel takes Klaus to go see the two people in transition. Marcel makes a contest out of it. Seeing as he doesn’t want to turn them both I guess. Whoever picks up the coin will be a vampire, the other will die. There is a guy and a girl, of whom Marcel refers to as “cute dorky girl” and “gay best friend.” Marcel drops the coin and the girl snatches it up. The “gay best friend” is betrayed and hurt, while the “cute dorky girl” starts looking crazy and manic while she justifies her actions. Marcel snaps her neck.

“I have a thing about people betraying their friends.”

Woah. Subtext.

Marcel is taking a phone call and Klaus is escorting Josh (the gay best friend) into the car when you see Rebekah overhead watching.

Flashback

A young Marcel is fencing with Rebekah. It’s clear he has his first crush. How sweet.

Adult Marcel and Rebekah are now fencing. Marcel goes in for the kiss, but before he could Klaus walks in.

Back to the present, Marcel interrupts Rebekah’s memories and claims to not want to get in the middle of Mikaelson family drama.

Flashback

Marcel is trying, and failing, to convince Klaus that there’s nothing going on between him and Rebekah. However the conversation quickly takes a turn when Marcel asks why Klaus hasn’t turned him into a vampire yet. This is a side of Marcel we haven’t seen. We’ve seen confident Marcel. But never vulnerable.

We return to present day, and Rebekah asks Marcel if he is still afraid of Klaus.

“I’m afraid of no one.”

Then he vamps off.

We find Klaus at Rousseau’s, enjoying a drink, when Marcel storms in.

This whole interaction is fantastic:

“I know that face. Woman trouble.”

“Your a dick. You know that! Why didn’t you tell me your sister’s is back in town?

“I thought it more amusing for you to find out for yourself.”

“Is there anything else I need to know?”

“Only, she’s grown considerably more insane in the last century.”

“Or, maybe, it was her who killed my guys.”

“Doubtful. Unless that biker bar is frequented by small-town high school quarterbacks, I can’t imagine she’d be interested.”

*Marcel’s phone rings*

*Thierry:* “Just got a tip. Someone saw a werewolf in Bienville Park.”

“Get a couple of nightwalkers to run it down. Bring me back its head.”

*Marcel hangs up*

“Well, I guess that solves the mystery of the murdered riff raff. I guess my sister’s in the clear.”

“About that. I don’t have time for Mikaelson family drama. You’re my guest. Keep your sister in line.”

“I’d have a greater chance of draining the Mississippi with a straw!”

Meanwhile, we find Hayley sitting alone in a park. She hasn’t taken the wolfsbane, she’s talking herself into it.

When a vampire vamps in out of nowhere, Hayley throws the wolfsbane/vervain combination into his face. Two other vampires show up, but not to worry, Rebekah swoops in and rips their hearts out.

At the plantation house, Klaus has stacked the dead vampires into a pile perturbed because they are supposed to be keeping a low profile. Rebekah starts accusing Klaus of not being proactive, so Klaus reveals his master plan.

Kill acouple of the people who still had vampire blood in their system from Marcel’s party, so they’ll turn into vampires and Klaus can compel them before they consume any vervain (which resulted in Josh)

Compel Josh

Compel Cami to go out with Marcel and report back what she finds out

Drain the vampire who is still alive of vervain so he could compel him to tell Marcel “his mates found religion and moved to Utah” to explain why he lost more vampires

Back in the house, Klaus demands why Hayley was out in the French Quarter in the first place, and her answer results in Klaus choking the life out of her. Rebekah stops him, and reminds him once again, that its okay to care. And all Elijah and Rebekah have ever wanted for him was to be happy. Feeling guilty, Klaus reveals that he gave Elijah to Marcel as a sign of good faith.

Out on the front porch, Rebekah and Hayley have a heart to heart.

Flashback

Marcel and Rebekah are caught kissing, so Klaus daggers Rebekah.

Hayley appreciates all of Rebekah’s help so Hayley gives Rebekah the daggers that she found under their coffins.

Meanwhile, Marcel and Cami are on a date! But it doesn’t last all of two seconds before Rebekah storms in demanding that Marcel release Elijah. Being that Rebekah did a lot of vampire stuff in front of Cami, Marcel compels her to forget and to go home. And Marcel takes Rebekah to the attic where he is holding the young and very powerful witch, Davina. Davina uses her magic to throw Rebekah out a window. Ouch.

Flashback

Rebekah is waking up from being daggered, and Klaus is sitting across from her.

“Well, its about time. I was bored waiting, but I did so want to see your face, and it is indeed priceless.”

“You bastard. What day is it?”

“Sunday.”

“I have been daggered for a whole week? Marcel, what have you done to him?”

“Its 1887, Rebekah. You’ve been daggered for 52 years.”

“What?”

“And don’t worry about Marcel, I presented him with a choice. He could choose to live out the rest of his human days with you, or I could turn him instead, as he’s always wanted, in exchange for giving you up.”

“No. He wouldn’t do that to me.”

“Oh, but he did.”

In present day Rebekah is laying in what was her old room, but is now Marcel’s. Marcel threatens Rebekah telling her that was once hers and her brothers is now his. Oh, and by the way, don’t ever touch Cami again.

Back at the plantation house, Hayley is sleeping and Klaus is snooping through her things wondering if she took the poison. Hayley wakes up and assures him that she didn’t. When she was fighting off the vampires, she was protecting the baby as well as herself. Klaus respects her strength, and calls her once again his endearing nickname for her, “little wolf.” Oh, and he’ll make sure they’ll have proper air conditioning.

Rebekah storms in the house and informs Klaus that Marcel’s secret weapon is Davina the Teenage Witch. Only, she can’t remember where she was because she wiped her memory of the location. Both Klaus and Rebekah vow to do what ever it takes to get Elijah back.

There you have it, the second episode of The Originals!

Power Rankings:

#5 goes to… HAYLEY MARSHALL!

For taking back your agency.

#4 goes to… MARCEL GERARD!

For fencing, swimming, and kissing.

#3 goes to… DAVINA CLAIRE!

For being badass Davina the Teenage Witch.

#2 goes to… KLAUS MIKAELSON!

For being the diabolical genius we all know and love.

#1 goes to… REBEKAH MIKAELSON!

For your conviction and perseverance.

#the originals #recap #the originals recap #the originals tv show

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rye-views · 4 years

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Euphoria. Season 1. 7.7/10

I would recommend this show to my friends. I would rewatch this show.

I can’t with McSteamy being this character.

Zendaya is IT. How can she look like that?

Damn this damn desire to feel euphoric…this is too relatable but also makes me want to not be sober.

Zendaya riding the bike is Hayley Kiyoko’s Girls like girls.

I just really really like how everything is filmed. Lexi being Bob Ross makes my day.

Shitty guys will always be shitty guys and they will always exist. Getting hurt by hurt people sucks. Getting hurt sucks. Being sober and low at the same time sucks. Being used by the one you love is a shitty thing.

Get you a friend like Fez.

Updated Commentary:

Rue crashing while drinking and biking was funny to me. This show is lowkey funny at random times.

I do feel a lot of camaraderie with this show.

BB amuses me. The twins amuse me.

This show really is beautiful and feels weirdly nostalgic.

I love the way Maddy and her friends talk to each other. I like how everyone has another side to them. I love the happy moments in Rue's family dynamic.

It's heart-warming and a bit worrisome to see Jules be so trusting and kind.

Cal pleading with Jules was very kind.

I want an episode on Lexi and Gia.

Bro, BTS did Euphoria for this. The music in this show is good.

I remember how emotionally chaotic high school was.

Memorable Quotes: "My little slut. I'm so proud of you." "Bitch, you're my soulmate." "'How am I a mess?' 'I don't know yet.'" "Honestly, I love that for you."

Spoiler: [About Rue, an addict. She’s in high school. Her little sister, Gia, found her overdosed, so Rue went to rehab and is now out, but still using. We go through the various people at her high school. A new girl named Jules shows up and becomes her best friend. Jules is trans and cool. Lexi is Rue’s childhood best friend who is around sometimes. She is sisters with Cassie, who seems promiscuous. She is in a deep relationship now with McKay, who is off to college and trying to get drafted in football. He’s friends with the quarterback in high school, Nate Jacobs. Nate’s dad runs the town, but also leads a secret life fucking trans kids and recording it. Nate knows about this life and also has a secret life of liking Jules even though he is in a relationship with Madi. Their relationship is unhealthy. She is then friends with Kat, a girl who is deemed fat until she realizes the power of confidence and fucks around after, especially with paid video seshes on pornhub. Nate pretends to be a guy named Tyler and messages Jules a lot, causing her to fall in love until she discovers who he actually is. He abused Madi and is now having charges pressed against him, so he gets the actual Tyler, who was hooking up with Madi to admit to the crime instead or he beats him up even more or reports him for rape. He gets Jules to testify by using her nudes against her and saying he’ll report her for pornography. Rue is in love with Jules and also constantly struggling with getting more drugs and being sober. Her drugdealer is Fez, who always watches out for her.]

#euphoria #season 1 #7.7 #television #show #series #review #commentary #rye-views

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sickdaysofficial · 7 years

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Anywhere but Here

Sickdays 3, Day 2: Anywhere but Here

Fandom: My (@lickstynine’s) OCs

Characters: Russ and Cody

Around the third block bell, Cody started to get a headache. Assuming he was just dehydrated from practice that morning, he pulled the water bottle out of his backpack and chugged its contents. That seemed to help, so he brushed off the residual lethargic feelings as boredom from class dragging on.

By the time lunch came around, he was feeling a little worse for the wear. He forced himself to eat a bit anyway, knowing he needed his energy for the game that evening. They were going up against West Jackson High, their biggest competitors, and the coach had been running the team ragged getting ready for it.

Sitting across from him at their usual lunch table in the courtyard, Russ noticed Cody’s half-assed attitude towards his food and raised an eyebrow.

“Not hungry?” Russ posed it as a joke, seeing as Cody was always hungry. He figured Cody, like him, was nervous about the game tonight.

Cody nodded. “Yeah… I feel kinda shitty, actually. If tonight weren’t the game, I’d go home early and sleep.”

Russ frowned, now a little worried about his boyfriend. “Are you sure you’ll be okay to play tonight?”

“He’ll be fine.” Tamara chimed in. “He’s probably just tired cause he stayed up late playing video games and jerking off.”

“Excuse you. I jerk off, then play video games.” Cody’s smart-ass reply reassured Russ that he probably wasn’t feeling too horribly, and would be okay for the game. At that point, the dark-haired boy returned to his previous train of thought, stressing about his own performance in tonight’s game.

The bleachers surrounding the football field were packed to the brim, parents, teachers, and students waiting eagerly for the game of the season. Whoever won would be going onto regionals, and whoever lost would be getting shit from the other school for the rest of the year.

Cody was sitting in the locker room, praying he might somehow get struck by lightning before the game started. He felt infinitely worse than earlier. His headache was back with a vengeance and he could feel a fever burning in his cheeks. He considered asking the coach to let him go home, but just as he sucked up the courage to do it, Desmond, their disaster of a second-string quarterback, walked by, smacking into a wall and almost knocking over another dude. Cody sighed. He wasn’t about to let his team play the biggest game of the year relying on Desmond. He just couldn’t.

Across the locker room, Russ was casting worried glances at Cody. He wanted to help his boyfriend, put an arm around him and tell him it would be okay, take him home and take care of him. He couldn’t, though. The whole football team was watching them right now, and they still had a game to play. Russ sighed, anxiously biting his lip as he finished getting dressed. Meanwhile, Cody downed a fistful of Ibuprofen, hoping that would be enough to subdue his fever and headache for the game.

At the call of the coach, the boys headed out onto the field, nervous but eager for the game to begin. They set up to kickoff the game, and Cody was massively relieved to feel the Ibuprofen taking effect. He could actually focus on the game for now, and worry about being sick later.

Russ was thrilled to see that his boyfriend seemed to be doing alright for now, sprinting around the field with as much energy as ever. As the first quarter progressed, they were dominating West Jefferson, and the crowd on their side of the stands was going insane. Russ could see Hayley and Tamara standing up in their seats, cheering loudly.

Much to Cody’s dismay, the usefulness of the Ibuprofen faded as quickly as it had arrived. By the time the first quarter drew to an end, his head was pounding, and he was getting a queasy feeling in his gut. He hoped that he might be able to drink some water and relax a moment, and maybe feel better by the second quarter; he sank onto the bench with an exhausted sigh. He closed his eyes and brought the water up to his lips, zoning out a little as he had a moment to relax. The next thing he knew, the coach was calling his name.

“Griffin! Griffin! Earth to Griffin!” Coach Hunter was standing over him, looking very displeased.

“Huh?” Cody blinked and looked up at his coach, trying to ignore his growing nausea.

“Get your ass out on the field!” The coach dragged Cody to his feet, taking the water bottle and shoving the husky brunette boy towards the rest of his teammates.

Cody jogged back out onto the field, trying to keep his focus. As much as he wanted to power through, he was feeling worse and worse. His face was flushed and radiating heat throughout his helmet, and his stomach was churning like a washing machine full of sneakers. His vision teetered a bit, and he shook his head to clear it. Realizing the game was about to start, he hastily called out the play at hand to his team. His voice cracked in the process, but it was still audible enough.

The ball was promptly snapped into his hands and Cody almost fumbled it, his focus slipping even further. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to run worth shit in this state, he passed the ball onto the running back, Ty, just before his vision wavered again. He stumbled and clutched his stomach, which felt like it was crawling up the back of his throat. A horrific realization flooded his spinning head: he was going to throw up any second now, and there was nowhere to go. He didn’t have any more time to feel self-conscious about it, barely managing to pull his helmet off before a wave of watery vomit spewed from his mouth, splattering on the turf and dripping down the front of his uniform.

A gasp of horror radiated through the crowd, and Russ turned to see what was going on. His heart dropped to his shoes as he saw Cody doubled over, puking his guts out on the field. He instinctively moved to go help his boyfriend, and promptly got slammed into the ground by several hundred pounds of incoming buff dude. Winded and a little dazed, he didn’t even try to sit up until he heard the whistle blowing in the distance. He gingerly climbed to his feet, every inch of his body aching from the impact. As his focus steadied, he could see the coach hurrying out onto the field to grab Cody and drag him to the sidelines.

Limping over to the bench, Russ knelt down next to Cody, looking worriedly up at the coach. “Is he gonna be okay? What’s going on, Coach?”

“Not sure, and not sure.” The coach’s blood pressure was visibly rising as he tried to figure out what to do without his only decent quarterback. “That was a nasty hit, you took, Butler. Are you okay to keep going?”

Russ nodded right away, knowing he’d certainly be needed now that Cody was out of the picture. “I’ll be okay.”

The coach nodded. “Then grab Desmond and get your ass back on the field.” He turned back to Cody just in time to get his shoes puked on. “DIDN’T I TELL SOMEBODY TO GET ME A BUCKET?”

“Sorry sir!” A scrawny freshman hurried over, offering the requested bucket to the coach.

Rolling his eyes at the small boy, the coach shoved the bucket into Cody’s lap before he could get puked on again. The feverish quarterback heaved loudly, more watery vomit splattering into the bucket. The coach rubbed his temples, disheveling his thinning hair as he watched the game unfolding. As Desmond tripped over his own feet and dropped the ball, the coach groaned in dismay, realizing they were essentially boned without Cody.

“Dammit, Griffin? Why’d you have to go and get sick today, of all days?” He grumbled.

Cody sighed shamefully. He hadn’t wanted to miss the game, but finishing it wasn’t really an option at this point. “S...sorry. Wasn’t on p-heuurrghhhhh… purpose…”

Coach Hunter sighed. As much as he wanted to be mad, he was honestly just concerned. Cody was clearly really sick, and he probably needed to go home and rest, rather than sitting on the sidelines of a game in the sweltering heat, puking his guts up. He gave the shaky brunette a firm pat on the shoulder, staying close enough to keep an eye on the sick boy while he barked orders to the team.

By the time the game was over, the ref’s final whistle seemed like a mercy killing. The team hadn’t scored a single fucking point since Cody left the field, and had spent the rest of the game getting their asses royally handed to them by West Jefferson. Coach Hunter sighed morosely. So much for another year destroying at regionals.

Russ stumbled over to the bench, sitting down next to Cody with a grimace. “Hey, man. How do you feel?”

“Shitty…” Cody grumbled, burping hollowly into the bucket. His stomach had been empty since before halftime, but that hadn’t stopped the queasy burps or periodic dry heaves.

Russ frowned, reaching over to pat Cody’s back. He was drenched with sweat, and his body was aching all over, but he was only concerned about his boyfriend’s well-being. “Come on, I’ll take you home.” He climbed to his feet and helped Cody up, murmuring to the coach that they’d bring the bucket back later.

“It’s no big deal, Butler. It’s just a bucket. They cost like a dollar.” The coach waved the boys off. “Just get him home and to bed.”

“Yes, sir.” Russ nodded, practically carrying Cody out to the parking lot. His beat-up third-hand truck was parked against the fence, wedged in between some preppy girl’s Corvette and an ugly old van.

He hoisted Cody into the passenger seat, grimacing as he had to put weight on his sore leg. He was almost positive he’d done something to his knee, but he didn’t really have time to deal with that right now. Once Cody was in the truck, Russ hopped into the driver’s seat, trying to worm his way through post-game traffic to get his poor sick boyfriend home.

Cody groaned and whimpered the whole drive, periodically pausing to retch into the bucket. Russ winced sympathetically, reaching over to pat his back. “You’ll be okay, babe. We’re almost home…”

They finally pulled into Cody’s driveway just as Cody’s parents were getting home from a late dinner. Russ helped Cody out of the truck, waving at the middle-aged couple. “Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Griffin.”

Cody’s mom smiled and waved. “Hello, boys! How was the game?”

“Not great, actually. Cody got sick and we got destroyed…” Russ sighed. “Er, I need to get him inside. If you could get the door?”

“Of course, dear!” Cody’s mom scurried over and held the door. “Do you need anything?” She asked Russ.

The dark-haired boy shook his head. “No, I can take care of it. Uh, do you mind if I crash here? I’m super tired, and it’s really late…”

“Go ahead. Just let me know if you need anything.”

“Yes ma’am.” Russ nodded as he headed up the stairs, basically carrying Cody. “Thank you.” Once they were upstairs, Russ helped Cody sit on the edge of the bed. “Hang on a sec. I’ll get you some clean clothes to change into, then you can shower and go to bed. How does that sound?”

“Good…” Cody nodded meekly. He was miserable and drained at this point, just letting out the occasional quiet burp or heave.

Russ nodded, still just ignoring the pain in his knee for now. He pulled out some comfy pajamas for Cody and helped the shorter boy over to the bathroom. “I’ll be out here when you’re done, okay?” He was closely monitoring his words for fear that Cody’s parents might hear them. Cody nodded again, shuffling into the bathroom to shower.

Russ sat in Cody’s desk chair, trying to give his bad leg a chance to rest. He was waiting patiently for his boyfriend to return when he heard a thud from the bathroom. Panic sending his heart rate through the roof, he jumped to his feet despite the pain and ran to check on Cody.

Knock knock knock.

“Dude, are you okay?”

No reply.

Not willing to wait any longer, Russ tried the door. Thankfully, it was unlocked and he was able to let himself in. Cody was laying on the floor of the shower, trembling faintly. He didn’t seem to have hit his head or anything on the way down, but he was definitely too weak to get back up. Russ’s heart nearly broke in half at the sight, and he dropped to his knees, reaching into the water to help Cody up. He didn’t care in the slightest that his clothes were getting soaked.

“Shit, babe, are you okay?” He asked quietly.

Cody shook his head. “Feel sick… wanna go to bed.”

Russ nodded, trying not to freak out as his brain scrambled to figure out the best course of action. “Alright, okay. Just… lemme rinse the soap out of your hair, then we can dry off and you can sleep.” Cody didn’t even reply, just leaning on Russ and trembling faintly. Russ wrapped his arms around Cody for a moment, giving him a tight hug. “It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna be okay…” It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than his boyfriend, but at least it relaxed Cody some.

After a bit of struggling, Russ managed to rinse all the soap off of Cody and get him dry enough to dress. Not trusting the shorter boy to walk, he took a deep breath and swept his boyfriend off his feet. Russ was plenty strong enough to carry Cody, but his hurt knee was protesting intensely. He brushed it off for the moment, much more concerned about Cody’s well-being than his own. When they go to the bedroom, Russ just fell onto the bed with Cody on top of him. The shivering brunette cuddled up to his boyfriend, burying his face in Russ’s chest.

Russ gently stroked Cody’s still-damp hair. “Get some sleep, babe. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

Cody nodded, mumbling, “Night… love you.”

Russ’s cheeks turned bright red as he whispered, “Love you too…”

For more, or to tell me I suck, go check out @lickstynine.

#vomit tw #emeto #fever #july 24 2017 #day 2: anywhere but here #sickdays 3 #submission #lickstynine

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thedenfantasyleague · 5 years

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The Den Fantasy League Recap: Week Three

Fellas,

We’re back for Week Three. There were winners and losers, the haves and the have-nots. A lot going on in the recap and our Biggest Loser this week.

Debbie Rowe v. El Commish

Well, this is not how I expected my week to go. Here I am, going into the Witching Hour on Sunday getting ahead of myself and already thinking about my victory recap but, as we all know, Fantasy Football is a cold-hearted minx. Even though I ended my week as the third-highest scorer, Jake made me the biggest loser with his dominant performance. As previously mentioned, I felt great after the first round of games were through. In fact, all but two of my players hit double figures including big games from Matty, Shady, Julio, Juuls, and Pats D. That was the brief highlight of my day. It started early with Mike Evans, returning from the bad offense grave to score his first of three touchdowns. Then the wheels fell off: Deshaun (25.8), McCaffrey (24.8), and Lockett (21.4) all had good games. Even Saints D had multiple touchdowns. Finally, on Sunday night Kupp went for the jugular. Cooper’s 100+ yards and two touchdowns pushed me into unfamiliar territory: I am the biggest loser.

The Perfect Ten v. Mr. Magorium

Where to begin with this. In the critically acclaimed film Friday Night Lights, Coach Gary Gaines and the Permian Panthers find themselves in a threeway tie to make the playoffs. We see Coach Gaines and captain quarterback Mike Winchell attend the tiebreaker and Gaines boldly says to his QB “Ain’t no such things as curses.” Unfortunately for Gabe, the same blind disbelief has yet to work for him this year. Frankly, he didn’t give himself a chance after his spirited interview last week. Gabe, despite guaranteeing a win earlier in the week, came out with another loss. He might have fueled E’s fire going into this week as E and his team surpassed their projections this week. That is really thanks to the only four players to surpass their own projections: Weller (14.1), Cowboys D (11), and Prater (8). Who am I missing? Oh yeah, that’s right. Mark Ingram went off. He ended the day with over 130 total yards and three touchdowns. For Gabe, he again struggled to meet his projections for the week. In fact, only three of Gabe’s players reached their projections and that’s not saying much. He had three players in double figures: Goff (14.2, 2.6 short of projection), Zeke (13.9, 6 short of projection) and Chubb (13.1, 1.6 short of projection). Other than that, a lot of letdowns across the board. The question is: where does Gabe go from here? Is he hoping for a 2018 - Perfect Ten type run or is his team doomed? Perhaps it’s time for Gabe to make amends.

Fire Jarn v. Hank Mardukas

Everything is going according to plan. Rob has continued his win streak, almost guaranteeing his implosion when it matters most. How did we get here? Rob was led by massive games from Brady (20.1), Kamara stepped up in Brees’s absence (28.1), Kerryon scored a TD (10.3), Devonta actually had a good game (9.5), and he capped it off on a huge MNF. The Bears D almost guaranteed his victory with a pick-six early in the game and continued to add on with two more picks and two fumble recovery. Scott had hopes of pulling a late victory out last night but putting your hopes in an abysmal Washington offense is never a good idea. Scott, in comparison to weeks past, found himself fighting for points this week. Lamar and Dalvin continued their successful starts to the season and Scott found some promise in a huge game from Evan Engram. If Scott would’ve used some of his stellar subs he would’ve taken home the victory. Scott needed a come back down to earth moment this week and I’m happy to see Rob continue his winning streak. I think I speak for the whole league when I say it’d be a real shame if he went back to classic Rob and fell apart at the end. Real shame.

Wilmore Cinderella v. Virginia Kuppcakes

What a heartbreaker for Al. Going into this week, a few teams were looking for their first win and Al was really only looking for a glimmer of hope. Al had relatively good games across the board but found big pushes from guys like Mixon (15.5), Thielen (17.6), Cooks (12), Gore (14.9) and event OJ out-performed his projection. Even if Gostkowski doesn’t miss his XP, he still finds himself 0.4 points short of victory. JP secured that victory by exceeding his projections this week. For JP, he found an explosion of points from two guys: Jameis (25.5) and Lindsay (25). On top of those two, he had above-average games from Thomas, Robinson and even Packers D. This was an interesting matchup that both teams needed a win to define their team and for Al, he goes back into the loss column. JP will look to continue this momentum and get as far away as possible from the Cabana.

Stick With Us PVO v. VP

Oh, Vinny. What’s the fantasy equivalent of bless your heart? Vinny, with hours left to play on Sunday night, said he was a “few plays” away from a victory. What? Despite having his best week and hitting over 100 points, Vinny’s team didn’t really stand a chance. Vinny actually had 6 of his 9 players surpass their projections: Mariota (scored 15.6 when he was projected 13.3, super), Sanders, Burkhead, Hooper, Agholor, and Jags D. 100.4 points is a great week for Vinny but he should’ve known not to get your hopes up in Fantasy. Dylan came out and scored the second-highest total for the week. He truly did it in a wild fashion. Guys like TY, Mack, and Panthers D had above-projection weeks which is always good. That’s not where the real story is. Amari surpassed his sub-10 projection with 20.8 points and Russ surpassed his 18-point projection by 23.3 points for a total of 41.3 points. Yes, 41.3 points. Garbage touchdowns or not, that’s impressive. Within all the excitement of these massive games, Dylan’s weekend took a downturn. He saw his star running back end up in a walking boot and on crutches late Sunday afternoon. Saquon was the face of this franchise but I’m sure Dylan’s response to that is “Stick With Us”. Also, let’s not lose sight of the whole “Dylan Wins - Browns Lose” correlation.

Kalabar’s Revenge v. Team Timshel

The true “Anything Can Happen On A Monday Night” game of the week saw Mike and G going into Monday at a near deadlock. Only one could come out victorious. G went into Monday with the edge in projections thanks to big performances from guys like Mahomes (duh), Juju (USC Trojans - Fight On), and Rams D. Other than that, it was a pretty disappointing week from the rest of his squad. All he needed was a A-Rob to outscore Mike’s Montgomery going into last night’s game. Mike got to that close of a margin by big games from Dak, Keenan (30.6), and Buffalo D (Bengals are not good). Mike’s cause for concern could be Gurley. He blew half his budget for the season on his backup and they both combined for 5 points. Yes, Todd Gurley and a $75 Malcolm Brown combined for 5 total points. Some would say that’s not good. In regards to the actual victory, David Montgomery and his 8.1 points surpassed A-Rob’s 6 points to secure Mike’s victory. Our closest games can go either way. Look at JP last year, after a crucial defeat on a MNF game, he was broken. Will the same happen to G?

The Biggest Loser (PVO)

Rightfully, I was on the hook for TBL this week. I welcomed on Gabe (and Hayley) to discuss my matchup and address the elephant in the room.

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We’re on to week four. Good luck and, as always, set your lineups accordingly.

You’re beloved Commissioner,

Jared R. Mosqueda

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lickstynine · 7 years

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Character intro. But different.

Aight so here’s the deal. I’m an actual human disaster and making character pages is struggle because html and I have to draw pics and stuff. So I’m gonna tell y'all about their personalities and stuff now, and I’ll make chara pages with pics and stuff later.

It’s a group of four kiddos, seniors in high school. Their names are Cody, Russ, Hayley, and Tamara. Cody and Russ are dating, and Hayley and Tamara are dating. For various reasons, they’re not out of the closet, so when they’re in public/around family, they pretend to be two straight couples. Cody and Hayley are a “couple”, and Russ and Tam are a “couple”. They all do pretty much everything together, cause the four of them are all good friends. They usually hang out at either Cody’s house, because he doesn’t have any siblings running around, or Hayley’s because it’s the biggest and nicest and has a pool.

Cody and Russ are both on the football team. Cody is the quarterback. He’s not exactly the poster boy for in-shape athletic dudes, but he can run fast and throw far, so the coach has (mostly) given up yelling at him to lose weight. He’s not fat or anything, but he’s definitely v squishy in the middle. Russ, on the other hand, is just a giant brick of muscle. He’s a mountain with legs, so surprise surprise, he’s a linebacker. Russ is a kind and gentle giant, but Cody will start fights and pick on people, and poor Russ tends to get dragged into the middle of it.

Cody is an only child, and thusly a little spoiled and selfish. He’s also got self-esteem issues that stem from insecurity about his masculinity and internalized homophobia. He tends to get violent and rude when he feels emotionally threatened. Russ, on the other hand, tries to avoid conflict if at all possible. He’s the only one of his siblings not in or planning to join the military, which does not make his father happy at all. He’s a really nice kid who does his best, but he’s just too peaceful and anxious to be a good soldier; however, that already puts him on his parents’ bad side, so he’s terrified of the idea of potentially coming out to them.

Meanwhile, Hayley is one of three triplet daughters of the richest family in town. She and her sisters, Maddie and Rosie, are at the top of the social ladder in their high school. Hayley is definitely the nicest, and the only one willing to hang out with people not considered “cool”. She likes cooking, reading, and writing, and she’s a little naive and sheltered at times, but a very good bean. She’s confident in her identity as a lesbian, and out to her sisters, but she keeps it to herself because she doesn’t want to cause issues for her sisters socially.

Tamara is by far the smartest of the group. She’s a student athlete as well, though she plays volleyball, not football. She’s in all advanced classes, and is one of the best students in their grade. She comes from a really low-income family, but she’s determined to break the cycle of poverty and be the first in her family to go to college.

Tam and Hayley generally get along quite well. They share hobbies like reading, gardening, and listening to musicals. However, they sometimes clash because their drastically different upbringings have led them to develop some different views. Hayley doesn’t really understand the concept of “I can’t afford to buy this/do that/etc.,” cause she’s had a credit card in her hand since she could walk. Tamara, on the other hand, has to work her ass off for every penny she’s ever had. So sometimes they argue about money, or how Hayley doesn’t get why Tamara won’t come out to her family.

As a quartet, they generally all work together pretty well. Hayley loves to cook, and Cody will eat anything that doesn’t eat him first, so she always has a loyal taste tester. Meanwhile, Tamara and Russ are both the type to give 110% in everything, so Tamara will help Russ study and do homework, since, bless his heart, the boy is as dumb as a bag of rocks. The four of them all like to play video games, but Tamara and Cody are both crazy competitive, so sometimes it gets to the point where Hayley and Russ are pulling them apart to stop a fight. Other group activities include going hiking (though Cody will complain the whole time), going to the amusement park about an hour away, and trying any and every new restaurant that pops up in town.

I think that’s about it. Pics/chara pages to come.

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ao3feed-yuumikayuu · 7 years

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Girls like Girls

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2uqx0VU

by MikasButt

We will be everything that we'd ever need Don't tell me, tell me what I feel I'm real and I don't feel like boys

-Hayley Kiyoko Girls like Girls

Words: 15327, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 終わりのセラフ | Owari no Seraph | Seraph of the End

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Hyakuya Mikaela, Hyakuya Yuuichirou, Ferid Bathory, Lacus Welt, Saotome Yoichi, Krul Tepes, Hiiragi Shinya, Hiiragi Mahiru, Hiiragi Shinoa, Ichinose Guren, others - Character, Kimizuki Shihou

Relationships: Hyakuya Mikaela/Hyakuya Yuuichirou, Ferid Bathory & Hyakuya Mikaela, Hiiragi Mahiru/Hiiragi Shinya/Ichinose Guren

Additional Tags: The majority of the characters mentioned are just girls, Except Ferid, Ferid Is A Butt, Alternate Universe - High School, fem!mikayuu, Female Hyakuya Mikaela, Female Hyakuya Yuuichirou, Female Lacus Welt, Female Yoichi Saotome, Female Kimizuki Shihou, Parties, Ice Cream, First Dates, Drive-In Movie, harrassment, Underage Drinking, Vomiting, Yuu is the quarterback of her football team, she's strong, Mika is a cheerleader, Pining, Mutual Pining, a little bit of smut, Drunken Confessions, Makeouts, break-ups, Threats of Violence

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2uqx0VU

#Mikayuu #Yuumika #Owari no Seraph #OnS #Seraph of The End #SoTE #ao3feed #fanfic

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drmelissatancredi · 7 years

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Today Tanc, rhian and buddy officially announced their retirements. Hayley Wickenheiser announced her retirement and the quarterback for the riders got traded for 2 draft picks.... I'm so glad this day is over.

#@ god why #friday the 13 is supposed to be lucky for me #but damn today sucked

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Glee Au / Hope

there’s a sign posted outside of the choir room, a girl standing in front of it as she scrawls her name with a flourish. her cursive is impeccable, a sticker of her family’s emblem affixed beside her signature as she smiles. of course hope mikaelson is the first person to sign up for the glee club; she’s the one that had it established in her freshman year.

“ i need a creative outlet. ” she’d demanded, fists pounding against principal forbes’ desk. her fathers had sat there; klaus, smirking, interjecting at every interval that she was welcome to follow her creative passions to carmel high — where he was the choreographer for vocal adrenaline. stefan, always the calm-headed of the two, was quick to remind him why that wasn’t an option.

picture a toddler hope dressed in pageant dresses, tiny tiaras, and throwing cake in the face of the girl that beat her … all at the direction of her overbearing father who needs to win. suffice to say, when hayley had found that out, klaus lost his veto rights when it came to hope’s well-being.

so at mckinley she stayed, rose to the top of the glee club’s roster and remained at the bottom of the food chain. slightly cooler than the band kids, but not by much. she never minded though, not even when jocks threw slushies in her face, or cruel comments were aimed her way. for the most part, people left her alone; her mother was the school nurse, hovered in her vicinity just close enough to spare her from the majority of the whispers and the attacks. her star shone bright, she knew this was true, and some people couldn’t handle it.

* * *

he’s seventeen years old the day alaric saltzman catches him singing in the shower. he’s singing a rendition of greenday’s ‘ homecoming ’ with his shampoo bottle as a microphone. it isn’t until halfway through part ii that he realizes he isn’t alone. he startles, wraps the towel tighter around his waist as he blinks. “ uh, hey, mr. saltzman. ” he reaches for his shirt, uses it to cover his chest so it’s a little less weird. “ i don’t think you’re supposed to be in here. ”

“ you have a great voice. ” alaric says, and thankfully he’s averted his eyes so landon feels less weird about getting dressed in front of him. “ … and i saw you earlier, when i was talking to the team. raf was making fun of it, and the guys signed fake names on the sheet, but you actually looked interested. ” landon shirks under his gaze; he’s not wrong, but he’s barking up the wrong tree.

“ yeah, uh, here’s the thing. ” he shifts his weight awkwardly, shakes his head. “ i know i’m on the football team, and i’m like … cool by association, but i’m really terrible. never catching the ball in 100 years, terrible. if raf wasn’t my brother, and the quarterback, i’d be a nobody. or worse. ” he shrugs helplessly. “ i really can’t risk screwing things up. at my old school, i was the weird kid that ate his lunch in the bathroom just to avoid getting shoved into lockers. ” he grimaces. “ no offense, but joining glee club would be social suicide. ”

he stands by that decision. it’s only when he gets an F on his history paper that he agrees to audition; mr. saltzman, in a fit of desperation, agrees to a make-up assignment to give him a second chance. he needs football, can’t get suspended from the team, so he accepts with trepidation.

* * *

“ if we have to sing one more evanescence song, i’m quiting. i’m serious, mr. saltzman. i’m out. ” penelope park and hope mikaelson are staring each other down, the former having tossed her sheet music upon seeing ‘ everybody’s fool ’. “ no more emo anthems. please. i beg you. ”

hope bristles. “ it’s a good song. there’s pain in the lyrics, and a kind of isolation – ” penelope interrupts. “ … and an octave only you can hit, guaranteeing you the solo. nuh uh. no way. new song, or i’m out. ”

this is the moment when landon kirby walks in, the door shutting behind him snapping everyone’s attention to him. he hates it, if he’s being honest. all this scrutiny that he shrinks under, coughs awkwardly and half raises a hand. “ uh, hey. i’m here for … this, i guess. ”

silence. you could have heard a pin drop.

“ right, ” it’s alaric who snaps to attention, crosses over to him and wraps an arm around his shoulders. “ everyone, this is landon kirby. he’s joining us. ”

“ — oh i know who he is. ” it’s penelope that breaks the silence. behind her, kaleb has risen to his feet and is frowning. he interjects, “ — oh HELL no. we do not need a white savior up in here. ” there’s already enough competition for solos as it is; hope and penelope have been at each other’s throats for years, and with MG joining the club kaleb’s position as the sole male vocalist is already in ruin. throw a curly haired muppet into the mix and his solo to background ratio is shot. the room breaks out into an argument and it isn’t until mr. saltzman has said ‘guys’ for the hundredth time that hope gives in and SCREAMS.

her screams quiet the room and she smiles, shoves some hair behind her ear. it always worked on her dads, so she’d assumed the same with her classmates, she hasn’t been proven wrong yet and won’t be today. “ welcome, landon. ” there’s a spring in her step, a gleam in her eyes that leaves a few of them uneasy.

( everyone remembers when penelope joined; hope had declared her an equal and suggested they ‘ form a power couple ’ to dominate the show choir circuit. penelope had declined; she’d taken one look at hope and known she didn’t have time for that kind of headache in her life. )

her hand extends, pointed in the direction of their newest member. “ hope mikaelson. you could say i’m the de facto leader around these parts. ” landon shakes her hand while both kaleb and mr. saltzman say, no, no she isn’t. “ welcome to glee club. ” he grimaces a little, half shrugs as he says, “ — thanks ? ”

“ hey. sesame street. ” this time it’s penelope that speaks up, points a figure at landon. “ i bet you don’t want to sing some whiny, emo, mess of a song, right ? ” he blinks, doesn’t get a chance to answer before she’s continuing. “ i mean, we should make him feel welcome, right guys ? what do you think we should do ? ” behind her, MG is coughing into his hand to hide his snickers. you don’t become best friends with penelope park and not see when she’s laying a trap. this guy – this fresh blood – has no idea what he’s about to walk into.

“ uh. ” he starts. he’s never been good at being in the spotlight, likes to fade into the background. camouflaged in a crowd. “ i don’t know. ” he admits. “ what about classic rock ? journey, or aerosmith, something like that. ”

his words are met with a gasp. hope mikaelson wrenches her hands away from him so quickly, you’d think she’d have been burned. “ classic rock ? CLASSIC ROCK ? ” he’s never seen someone so angry about 80s bands. he’s honestly just shocked. “ this is showchoir, not woodstock. ” her face is red, eyes blazing, and when others start chiming in about what a great idea it is, she shrieks and storms out of the room. landon’s left blinking, wondering what exactly he’s gotten himself into as alaric sighs and lets his head hit the desk with a thud.

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Does the Pink of Breast Cancer Awareness Month Make Women With Cancer Feel Worse?

October is the traditional month for Breast Cancer Awareness. You’ll see pink ribbons, pink t-shirts, pink clothing of all types worn by both women and men.

In fact, this year of 2010, the professional football teams of the National Football League have included pink in their football uniforms. Burly lineman and linebackers put pink cleats on their football shoes; quarterbacks and receivers wear pink wristbands and carry pink towels as part of their gear.

Why pink? How did the pink ribbon movement start? And most importantly, does it really help women who already have breast cancer? Or make them feel worse?

How Pink Got Into the Cancer Business Ribbons have been used to express solidarity on the part of the wearer with the identified cause since the early to late 20th Century. Yellow ribbons are used for troops at war. Red ribbons for those with AIDS. Pink ribbons (and the color pink) express support for those who are diagnosed with Breast Cancer.

In the fall of 1991, Alexandra Penney, editor-in-chief of Self, a woman health magazine and Evelyn Lauder, of the cosmetic company Estée Lauder, got the idea to create a ribbon. The cosmetics giant distributed those ribbons stores in New York City.

Charlotte Hayley, who battled the disease, produced peach colored ribbons. She sold the ribbons to support cancer prevention. After discussing opportunities with Lauder, Hayley and their lawyers, they a “new” color, pink, was chosen, which became an international symbol for awareness.

Does Pink Really Help Women Who Have Breast Cancer? There are loud voices of criticism about “Pink Month” and its long term effects for battling breast cancer.

Critics say that promoting pink ribbons as a symbol has not been credited with saving any lives. Others believe that the pink ribbon will fade from popular use and become only a fad. October has become a month when “pink” sales explode. Companies that sell pink merchandise and give a token donation to related charities.

Gayle Sulik, a medical sociologist wrote Pink Ribbon Blues: How Breast Cancer Culture Undermines Women’s Health. She found that while “pink ribbon culture” has brought the illness much attention in the United States, did not improve women’s health. Based on eight years of research, analysis and hundreds of interviews with women who had the disease, Ms. Sulik found that cancer rates rise, the cancer industry thrives, corporations profit from the disease, and those with this cancer are stigmatized by the pink ribbon.

How Does Seeing Pink Make Women with Cancer Feel about Themselves? How does any woman feel when she has a serious illness and everything around her says, “Be Aware of Breast Cancer.” In October, 2009 after Cheryl had been diagnosed with DCIS, a Stage 0 level. That October was a difficult month. Pink was everywhere and she was very aware of cancer. She had been diagnosed with it.

Yes, early detection was very important because we had less severe symptoms to deal with. Yet, the awareness month itself did little to support her. Whenever Cheryl went shopping, pink was everywhere. She felt horrible, like she couldn’t get a break to live a normal life. Reminders were everywhere, that she was not normal – she had this cancer. She just wanted to hide.

Writing notes of support, using affirming words and spending more time together did a lot more for her spirits than pink ribbons and t-shirts did. Using the Treasuring mindset and approach helped Cheryl feel loved, appreciated and valued on the inside.

So, my questions to you, dear reader, are: What does October Breast Cancer Awareness Month mean to you? How do you treasure women with with illness? What do you write or say to them? And if you have breast cancer yourself, what would you want the important people in your life to write or say to you?

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homesolutionsforev · 5 years

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Does the Pink of Breast Cancer Awareness Month Make Women With Cancer Feel Worse?

October is the traditional month for Breast Cancer Awareness. You'll see pink ribbons, pink t-shirts, pink clothing of all types worn by both women and men.

Why pink? How did the pink ribbon movement start? And most importantly, does it really help women who already have breast cancer? Or make them feel worse?

Charlotte Hayley, who battled the disease, produced peach colored ribbons. She sold the ribbons to support cancer prevention. After discussing opportunities with Lauder, Hayley and their lawyers, they a "new" color, pink, was chosen, which became an international symbol for awareness.

Does Pink Really Help Women Who Have Breast Cancer? There are loud voices of criticism about "Pink Month" and its long term effects for battling breast cancer.

Critics say that promoting pink ribbons as a symbol has not been credited with saving any lives. Others believe that the pink ribbon will fade from popular use and become only a fad. October has become a month when "pink" sales explode. Companies that sell pink merchandise and give a token donation to related charities.

Gayle Sulik, a medical sociologist wrote Pink Ribbon Blues: How Breast Cancer Culture Undermines Women's Health. She found that while "pink ribbon culture" has brought the illness much attention in the United States, did not improve women's health. Based on eight years of research, analysis and hundreds of interviews with women who had the disease, Ms. Sulik found that cancer rates rise, the cancer industry thrives, corporations profit from the disease, and those with this cancer are stigmatized by the pink ribbon.

How Does Seeing Pink Make Women with Cancer Feel about Themselves? How does any woman feel when she has a serious illness and everything around her says, "Be Aware of Breast Cancer." In October, 2009 after Cheryl had been diagnosed with DCIS, a Stage 0 level. That October was a difficult month. Pink was everywhere and she was very aware of cancer. She had been diagnosed with it.

Yes, early detection was very important because we had less severe symptoms to deal with. Yet, the awareness month itself did little to support her. Whenever Cheryl went shopping, pink was everywhere. She felt horrible, like she couldn't get a break to live a normal life. Reminders were everywhere, that she was not normal – she had this cancer. She just wanted to hide.

Source by Dave Pipitone

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