#years of playing osu trained my wrist

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Drew Uzi with a mouse in a drawing game called Scribble It. There are no such thing as layers here, but looks like my suffering was worth it.

[bards-song]

Haikyuu Boys as my Guy Friends

I saw @bluberryparfait do a post on Haikyuu Boys as their guy friends so I wanted to hop on the train with a few of my own:

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Starring: Akaashi, Lev, Tsukishima, Ushijima, Sugawara and Kenma

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Akaashi as my friend from elementary school - Bony as hell, seems serious to others but lets me goof around with him, pats his lap to let me know I can sit there, used to stage manage for my schools musicals and plays, bones constantly cracking, complains about back pain, will buy you food and not expect any money in return, has the scariest expressions but the nicest laughs

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Lev as the guy I met in theatre class - met him on a whim, great at being spontaneous, would kiss his best friend with no hesitation, cannot read for shit, always wears skinny jeans, wants to be in a band, going to niche concerts, don’t dare him to do something because he will do it, once got the entire drama class to play musical chairs to rock music, seemingly friends with every teacher on campus

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Tsukishima as my college friend - can find your weakness so fast, eats the same damn sandwich every day and calls it a meal, pushed me down a ramp in a shopping cart and laughed about it, can build really well so ends up building sets, always slouching, tells crude jokes on purpose while people are eating, joked about tying me up with rope during one of my musicals, was the imposter 7 times in a row in Among Us

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Ushijima as my best friend - A big boy, his chest is like pillows its so nice, doesn’t like hugs too much but his hugs are the best, does all the heavy lifting on the drama set, will work himself into exhaustion, picked me up and swung me around when I saw him for the first time in months, gets concerned when I don't eat a lot, got intensely competitive over an idle ant game, always says he has a tiny dick but it’s really not 

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Sugawara as my friend from orchestra - met him in middle school as a friend of a friend, was in my cello section, became really close over just a few years, have shared our bdsm test scores multiple times, constantly making fun of each other, laziest typer in the world, somehow both the dad friend and a bad influence, had one bad relationship that everyone gives him shit for, wrestled him once to prove dominance and failed

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Kenma as my ex-bully - used to tease me and relentlessly criticize my choices (he still sometimes does), constantly plays osu, gave himself wrist issues from playing games, asking for relationship advice from me then disregarding it, not trying in school because he is naturally smart, texts friends during class to make fun of the teacher, always changing who he has a crush on, obsessed with boba shops, asked me to wingman for him multiple times

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This was really fun to do! Thank you again to Blue for the inspiration. Please check out their OG post, which I linked their blog above.

[ultrahealthandfitnessposts]

How fatherhood gave Ohio State football’s Damon Arnette the clarity to rise up 2020 NFL Draft boards

INDIANAPOLIS - A year prior as of now, Damon Arnette Jr. had just move from unobtrusively positioned secondary school prospect to Ohio State football starter to periphery NFL Draft prospect. 

That periphery was far from where Arnette needed to be — and from where he stands today. 

"On the off chance that you love a reclamation story," individual OSU beginning cornerback Jeff Okudah stated, "you'll regard Damon Arnette a great deal." 

Arnette said he ponders his choice to put off the NFL Draft and come back to Ohio State for the 2019 season. Different sources disclosed to Arnette he was not prepared for the NFL, either as a player or a man. Arnette acknowledged that input and started seeking after what he called "significant reconstructions" throughout his life. 

At that point came groundbreaking news — and another wellspring of inspiration. 

The previous summer Arnette learned he would turn into a dad. His child, Tyson, was brought into the world about a month prior to the NFL Scouting Combine. Arnette calls him "Expert," out of appreciation for being his firstborn. 

"I had a characteristic chip on my shoulder as long as I can remember," Arnette said. "My objective of playing football hasn't been to refute individuals however to substantiate myself right. 

"So with that on now having a child, things are diverse at this point. That fire in my heart — that consume that I have for the game — developed some more, since I'm never again doing it for myself." 

With the duty of parenthood not too far off all through the 2019 season, Arnette bloomed. Tidying up a portion of the specialized issues and irregularity that hampered his initial two seasons as a starter, Arnette matched with Okudah and Shaun Wade as extraordinary compared to other cornerback units in the nation. 

Arnette played through a messed up wrist and just had the cast expelled in January. He presently says he can play either side of the field or as the nickel back, or even wellbeing if necessary. Much obliged to some degree to that flexibility, some false drafts currently list Arnette as a best 50 pick — not awful for a previous three-star prospect positioned 653rd broadly out of Fort Lauderdale, Florida's St. Thomas Aquinas High School. 

Arnette ran a 4.56 40-yard run at the consolidate however put off most penetrates until Ohio State's Pro Day in the not so distant future. He previously put a profound resume of man-to-man and zone inclusion and strong handling on film. 

"I love Damon Arnette," ESPN's Daniel Jeremiah said. "He's jerked up from Ohio State. He can discover and play the ball. He's somewhat tight, however you can play him in press. He's someone, I believe, will go in the second round." 

Arnette separated eight goes as a senior, and took out another and returned it 96 yards for a touchdown. Ohio State's barrier drove the country in contradicting quarterback rating (97.50, the following least being Clemson's 105.37), and passing yards permitted (156 for every game). 

Arnette's physical, in fact sound play on the border helped the Buckeyes shut down contradicting passers. However as he substantiated himself on the field, he couldn't totally shake his earlier notoriety. 

Some predraft gossip marked Arnette a "character concern." Perhaps that followed back to Arnette's own affirmations — in articles composed before last season — that he didn't generally coexist with the past Ohio State cautious mentors. Arnette additionally yielded a poor disposition through his lesser season — something he perceived and attempted to address. 

In prospect talk, the expression "character concern" normally implies something more genuine than a thorny or unconcerned disposition toward training. When Arnette got the inquiry on the platform in Indianapolis, he needed to dispel any confusion air. 

"I've never gotten captured. I never had a maltreatment allegation or in no way like that," Arnette said. "So character concerns — I feel that word is simply utilized genuine freely, when you truly consider what character concerns truly are. 

"I was only a youngster that expected to develop somewhat more. Furthermore, I feel like that development from 2018 to 2019, that is actually what I did. I grew up. The parity of development that I had off the field had the option to mean the play on the field." 

For those reluctant to trust Arnette, he carried tributes to the consolidate. 

Okudah said he has seen players also troubled by questions right off the bat in their vocation who contract from the test. Arnette put his head down and battled through it. 

Jordan Fuller's development drew the regard of mentors and colleagues right off the bat in his Ohio State profession. Others, as Arnette, needed to get up to speed. When the beginning wellbeing saw Arnette focus on an alternate mentality, the impacts undulated through his presentation. 

"From the minute he said he was returning to class, you could see an adjustment in his entire disposition," Fuller said. "He was doing network administration like going to schools, conversing with kids about his excursion, what to do, what not to do. 

"He was an immense innovator in our DB room. Before our year's over, he was probably the greatest pioneer all in all protection — offering discourses to the entire group. He's unquestionably someone that everyone tunes in to and takes super truly, in light of the fact that they know he's about his business." 

By graduating the previous summer, Arnette had the option to move a greater amount of his concentration to football. He credited previous Ohio State co-guarded organizer and optional mentor Jeff Hafley for helping him build up a daily practice to take into the NFL. 

It's a possibly worthwhile vocation way for the individuals who demonstrate their value. In the event that Arnette had turned out a year ago, he probably won't have been drafted by any stretch of the imagination. Making a program as an undrafted free operator not just comes without the money related certifications of a mid-round draft pick, yet it additionally commonly implies you are increasingly nonessential. 

Arnette may be considering his draft choice consistently under various conditions. Presently, he can do as such without lament. 

"I'm progressively certain," Arnette said. "I sense that I'm all the more in fact sound. That hound that I had in me, I feel that is who I am presently, rather than being it here and there. 

"I'm more intelligent. I'm progressively full grown on and off the field. By and large I'm simply more prepared now than I was a year ago." 

He is likewise playing with a reason he had not yet envisioned every year prior. 

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More changes

Something happened at Wooster. These days I don’t remember exactly what that something was. Although, I do remember talking it through with Ross; one of those late night confessionals when we admitted our fears and insecurities, gaining trust in each other. Seems to me there was a story of an unsuccessful suicide attempt; scratching his wrists with razor blades, drawing enough blood to be scary, but not enough to be deadly. I picture him standing in the lobby of the Civic Center, I hadn’t seen him for months, and he had bandages on both wrists. No one else I’ve asked will corroborate that memory. Did I make it up? Is it a figment of my overactive imagination? I honestly don’t know. Later, Ross led some to believe he hacked into the school’s mainframe, and was expelled. With others he joked about eating too many Twinkies and watching too much television. He was good at evasion and kept his own counsel. I don’t remember enough to know what to believe anymore. Whatever the reason, it was a doozy of a sophomore slump and his parents made the three-hour drive on I-71 to the college and brought Ross and his stuff home in January. He needed to sort out what he wanted in life. He needed time to heal. Wooster was not a good experience. I’ll never know all that happened. I just know he came home.

 Along with Liz, my friendship with Shari blossomed in the aftermath of David’s and my demise. We shared choir and Triple Trio rehearsals; and were thrown together for study groups and Teen Counseling sessions. Shari was strong then, She had ideas, plans, dreams. I enjoyed her confidence, a bit amazed by it. Proud of and loyal to her Jewish heritage, she refused to sing the sacred Christmas music our choir director chose for the winter concert. By February we were fully engaged in co-producing the Corral Show together. As producers, Shari and I made sure all the acts had parent sponsors and filled all the show committees (publicity, program, house manager, etc.) Later we followed up with the committees making sure the myriad tasks were taken care of. We had to be at every rehearsal to make sure all the would-be participants showed up. I spent Saturday afternoons with Shari at the Civic Center.

 Since Ross was home from college, he was put in charge of shuttling Scott around. Scott was playing guitar with a re-hash of the band Ross had played with two years previous – some of the same faces, a couple of new ones. They would perform in the show. Ross stayed at the Civic Center and listened while Scott played. He had little else to do. And when Ross showed up, Shari’s and my friendship strained. You remember reader, Ross and Shari had dated a few years back. The three of us tried to joke and laugh together. They had been intimate. I never knew the extent of their attraction. And while I recognized the irrelevance of the relationship, my own insecurity fed my curiosity. I asked questions of both of them, and worried how I compared in Ross’ eyes.

 Ross and I started slow. We really were just pals. Ross drove me home from Corral Show practice. Scott rode in the backseat with his guitar, and Ross dropped me off at the end of our driveway. As the weeks wore on, Ross and I took longer drives home from the Civic Center with detours to an eatery. We were comfortable, natural with each other. No pretense, we thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company.

 I fell for Ross in a big way. Just seventeen, I was sure I could soothe his troubled soul. I knew his struggles. And was smitten with a stubborn case of puppy love that I’m still not completely over. I’m confident declaring that at the time the feeling was mutual.

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 I still had school, homework and rehearsals. So did he. Ross wasn’t home but a couple of weeks, and he was registered for computer classes at Cincinnati Technical College (Now Cincinnati State). That was his Dad’s doing, “If you’re home, you’re going to be in school.” While I never actually heard him say it, the message was clear. “No son of mine is going to be a college drop-out. I don’t care if it is a technical college, you’re going.” So, school it was. He started with just a couple of classes, not a full load. Enough to keep Ross busy, but not enough to overwhelm him. We made time to spend with each other.

 My father was gone much of the time, traveling for work. Mom was busy working to finish up her nursing degree, taking the last class and getting her hands-on training at the local hospitals. Her mother, my grandmother, lived at one of the newer retirement/nursing home villages in town. Mom worked part-time as an aide. She checked in on my grandmother and took her to the grocery store, post office and such. Mom still ran life squad. Sunday dinners were a must-attend, but beyond that, we left messages for each other on the kitchen counter. We were very good at the message system. The back door was never locked; the dogs were let out any time someone was home. Mom fed them and changed their water dishes. We were an active and cooperative household.

 Any time Dad was out of town, I had the Pinto to drive – which was most of the time. And even though we lived less than a half-mile from the high school, I drove half the time. That gave me freedom to ditch class and spend time with Ross. So I did. Not often enough to get in trouble…but often enough to make it worth our while.

 I didn’t take seriously my role as Mark’s first girlfriend, and I dropped him – rather suddenly and inexplicably, I’m afraid. Poor guy, he never had a chance. It was very unfair to him, and I’m truly sorry for the way I treated him. There was nothing wrong – he didn’t do anything to upset me. He just wasn’t Ross. Ross and I had history, friendship, and a connection that Mark could never equal. Mark hated girls for a long time after that, and I should have been kinder.

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 “Boyish Enthusiasm.” That phrase was invented to describe Ross with a new album. Ross picked me up from some activity, either from school after a choir rehearsal or at the Civic Center after a Corral Show practice, and we HAD to get to his house. What was the deal? We pulled in the driveway, ran in through the garage, flew up the basement steps, his mom was in the kitchen. “Hi, Mrs. Jeynes!”

 “Hi, what’s going on?”

 “I don’t know…Ross just bought a new record. We’ll be upstairs.”

 “Okay, have fun!”

 Ross was in his room by the time I finished that quick greeting. “Soozin-X, come up here!”

 “I’m coming, I’m coming! What’s the hurry?” as I ran up the stairs.

 In his room, Ross took the pleasure of slicing through the cellophane wrapping. He inhaled the smell of new cardboard and vinyl, and the delight of a pristine album untouched by a needle. Bliss. The album was Phil Collins’ latest solo release, “No Jacket Required”

 He pulled the album out of the sleeve, holding it carefully, thumb on the outer edge, index finger on the center hole. Placed the album gently on the turntable, put the needle in place (first checking it for dust), lowered it, and cranked the volume. I had no idea music could be played that loud. (The knob must have gone to 11 at least!)  He stood in the middle of his bedroom where the speakers had been strategically aimed to maximize acoustic performance and listened – really listened to the first side. I sat on his bed; sheets and bedspread scattered under me, leaned against the wall and watched him. I was amazed at the intensity with which he concentrated on the music. He stood with his hands by his side, eyes closed, or occasionally glancing around the room, with periodic eye contact and a smile. Air drumming or air guitar…he concentrated on the sound…he absorbed it.

 The first side ended, my ears were ringing by this time, and he turned the album over to play the second side. Entranced by his behavior, I just watched and listened…the album ended, and Ross wanted to play it again. This second time, I convinced him to turn the volume down, and we sat on his bed and listened …together. Then it was time to get home for dinner with my folks and do homework.

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 In April, I started receiving acceptance letters from colleges, and had to decide where to go the following fall. My choices were Ohio State, Augustana, Tufts (I was wait-listed) or UofR. Oh what a decision that was. Money was a huge issue. We didn’t qualify for financial aid at that point, and UofR was one of the most expensive schools in the country. Friends were going to Ohio State, and I thought that might be comforting. I never did take Augustana seriously. I applied on a lark. Basically I had to choose between OSU and UofR.

 While we disagree about it now, at the time, I believed my father pushed for UofR. Dad liked the prestige of the school – he had applied and considered the school back in the fifties. He even pulled out thirty year old slides of the campus that he took when he visited. Dad ended up at MIT. He thought it was neat that his daughter might attend a school he had considered a lifetime previous. He was especially impressed that the dean of Students taught in the Religion Department and was the baseball coach. I had my misgivings, but chose Rochester, and decision made, forgot about it, sort of. More fun to live in the moment.

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 Ross acquired a project car. An old Pinto he bought from a friend for $1, it never actually went anywhere that I ever knew, although others tell of him driving it. Ross worked in the driveway in back of the house, wearing a Rush concert T-shirt overtop cutoff cargo pants, Converse Chuck T’s and no socks. His short bland hair was growing out from the color black he had dyed it. He welded new metal plates to the floor to cover the holes in the bottom, then put in new carpet. Remnants from a carpeting job his parents had done. He repaired the seats and upgraded the sound system (I must say the subwoofers he installed in the back of that thing were "kick-ass") for what’s a car if it doesn’t have decent sound? He tinkered with the engine, learning any and all that he could about cars. I passed tools to him like any smitten female does, but eventually I got bored and found something else to do. If Ross wasn’t working on his own Pinto, he helped his friend Greg with his Dodge Dart.

 The Dodge Dart. Why is it that anyone in High school in the mid 1980s has a friend or acquaintance or drove himself, a Dodge Dart? That was Greg’s fancy. Ross had the Pinto, and Greg had the Dart. They were great friends, and Ross loved to rib Greg about all the time and effort he put into that car. Like the Pinto was such a great car either? They had dreams, and were learning, and it kept them out of too much other trouble.

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 Suffering a severe case of senior-itis, I purposefully gave myself a light academic load. Math was a relaxed affair, social studies required some attention, AP English was supposed to be a tough course, but with the teacher mix-up, I ducked the writing assignments as much as possible. Art and Choir required little effort outside of rehearsals. I had no first period class and standing permission to be off campus for Teen Counseling, I spent my free time with Ross.

 One morning toward the end of the school year, I left for school late and instead of the short ride to park in the school lot, I drove around the corner and up to Jeynes’ house. Our parents were at work. Scott was at school. I parked my Pinto next to Ross’ in the driveway behind the house, walked in through the garage, up the basement steps to the breakfast nook, tiptoed around the hallway and up the stairs to the second floor. Turned right, and sneaked down the hall to Ross’ room. Ross was not quite awake, still in the blessed morning state halfway between, “Do I want to roll over and go back to sleep…or wake up and go take my shower?” Once in his room, I took off my shoes and socks and crawled into his bed. We curled around each other and both fell back asleep.

 We woke up later, enjoying a morning snuggle. We still weren’t motivated to do anything productive. We talked about how much time we were spending together, and how comfortable we were. I asked something about Wooster, and Ross dug around in some boxes and found the letters I sent to him. He kept them in a shoebox. He also had letters from other friends and previous girlfriends. I was thrilled and flattered that he had kept my letters. We re-read them. Sitting on his bed, the covers strewn around us, we started laughing. Oh, how we laughed.

 Ross described walking to his mailbox with his buddies. He checked his mailbox, sorted through the letters, and stuffed the one from me in his jacket pocket.

 “Hey Man, you got mail. Aren’t you going to read it?”

 “Nah, I’ll save it for later”

 “Oh, it’s a good one, eh? From a girlfriend or something?”

 “No, nothing like that. It’s just this girl who writes to me. It’s bizarre stuff.”

 “What do you mean?”

 “Alright, I’ll show you.”

 It was one of the coloring book pictures I colored and sent.

 “You get that stuff all the time?”

 “Yep.”

 “Weird. What do you do with it?”

 “I don’t know, man. I just don’t know. She just keeps sending it.”

 We laughed so hard that morning, looking through the mail I had sent him. Poor Ross, what I had put him through sending him mail. Yes, he was happy to get it, but what strange mail to receive.

 After we laughed, I lay in bed while Ross showered and dressed. By this time we were ravenous, and it was almost noon, so we left the house and drove to Burger King for brunch. He had to go to afternoon classes, and so did I. I was distracted the rest of the day, in anticipation of seeing Ross again. Afternoon classes, and choir rehearsal…my heart wasn’t in it.

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  I had an Eddie Bauer backpack to carry my textbooks and spiral notebooks. Book packs have been all the rage since the mid-70s at least, and in the 80s having the right label on yours meant everything. I begged my parents to pay too much for an Eddie Bauer bag, and I used it and used it and used it. The thing was, the seams were unraveled and I had a terrible time getting my books and notebooks into and out of the bag. I complained about it to Ross one afternoon. He looked at it, said, “Oh, I can fix that. I need a lighter.”

“What?”

 “It will be okay, I promise. Watch.”

 On the back porch of our house, he sat for an hour melting the seam allowances along the entire interior of the backpack. Tedious and dangerous, burned fingers are no fun. I have a healthy fear of an open flame, despite (or maybe because of) my experiences with teenage male pyrotechnics. I was terrified he would burn himself, but fascinated to watch him work. I used that backpack for another couple of years, took it to college, then summer camp and out to California. A strap finally broke. Mom mailed the pack back to the company, and they replaced it with a new one. When it arrived, I sat on the back porch and melted the seam allowances myself.