#☞ VERSE: WELCOME TO THE WINNIN' TEAM!

[southieswinger]

       “...they’re sayin’ this is the Red Sox century, an’ I ain’t even home to watch ‘em play...”

#☞ VERSE: WELCOME TO THE WINNIN' TEAM! #|| this is open!

[southieswinger]

“You’re a lot heavier than you look.“ ((more like she's a twig

       “It’s all this muscle. I mean, look at this!” He raised his hand halfway, as if to flex, then let it drop again. Blood speckled his shirt, along with oil and mud, but he didn’t seem to mind it. “How’s a guy s’pposed to be light if he’s-- he’s packin’ biceps like this-- and the thighs-- I think I’m gonna be sick.” And with that, he leaned over her shoulder and promptly let his lunch fly.

#feixing02 #☞ VERSE: WELCOME TO THE WINNIN' TEAM!

[southieswinger]

“If they’re shooting at you, they’re bad.“

       “Yeah, no shit, Sherlock-- ah!” He ducked the next rocket, hugging the intel case tight to his chest. “It’s just when they get covered in blood, it’s hard to tell who’s who, y’know?! An’ I’m goin’ so fast-- aw, why am I explainin’ this to you?! I gotta get outta here! Cover me, will you?!” And with that, he leapt up and took off across the bridge, whooping all the way.

#redheav #☞ VERSE: WELCOME TO THE WINNIN' TEAM! #☞ LET'S GET 'EM! ( ask. )

[southieswinger]

areiics replied to your post:

“Your… ‘Way with the ladies’, huh?”

       “Yeah, what’s not to get? Nah, don’t answer. I know it’s a lot, the hair, the bod--”

#areiics #☞ VERSE: WELCOME TO THE WINNIN' TEAM! #WHEN YER STARIN' AT A DEMIGOD!

[southieswinger]

       “Happy Thanksgivin’, everybody! I’d just like t’say I’m thankful for my beautiful face, my sweet, buff bod, my amazin’ athletic skills, my gorgeous teeth, my way with the ladies, an’ all my other flawless features that I ain’t got time to list! I’m, uh, also thankful for my job, an’ my friends-- but most of all, I’m thankful for my Ma! An’ that’s why I’m spendin’ the holiday with her!”

#☞ VERSE: WELCOME TO THE WINNIN' TEAM!

[southieswinger]

“This is what you get for not stopping and asking for directions!”

       “I don’t need directions! I know where I’m goin’! It’s the freakin’ parades ‘n inaugurations ‘n shit that’s blockin’ off all the streets!” And for the third time in the past hour, he pulled into the same rotary, preparing himself to wait in yet another line of traffic trying to cross into central Boston. His fingers drummed impatiently on the motorcycle handles, and he resisted the urge to slide between two lanes of traffic ( one, because they had already gotten pulled over by a cop, who had been kind enough to let them off with a warning; two, because there was every chance that the truck next to them would just crush them to death without a second thought ). If only this thing had a radio. “I know I told you you could crash at my place, but if you keep backseat drivin’, I’m droppin’ you off here and you can figure it out!”

#lilmissromano #☞ VERSE: WELCOME TO THE WINNIN' TEAM! #☞ LET'S GET 'EM! ( ask. )

[southieswinger]

Are we lost? ((hello! :D

       “Man, I hope not! I gotta be back at base by eight! Sox’re playin’ the Mets tonight, and it’s not a big deal, but like... it’s a big deal.” He spoke a bit louder than was necessary, to hide the breathlessness that came from jumping at every little sound deep in the woods. His heart was hammering in his throat, but he couldn’t let his teammate see that. As if he was scared by a couple of-- what was that? Just a squirrel. God, he was going nuts out here. “Sucks that the plane’s toast. We could’a flown outta here.”

#feixing02 #☞ VERSE: WELCOME TO THE WINNIN' TEAM! #☞ LET'S GET 'EM! ( ask. )

[southieswinger]

"Hey bro, let's make matchin' anchor tattoos so that our friendship wont sail away into the brocean."

       “That could never happen, bro! I’m Broseidon, God of the Brocean! You’re, like, sailin’ friendly seas forever, bro! But yeah, I’ll get matchin’ tattoos with you. Just don’t tell my ma.”

#talariis #☞ VERSE: WELCOME TO THE WINNIN' TEAM! #☞ LET'S GET 'EM! ( ask. )

[southieswinger]

"I just figured out why aliens don't come to visit our planet. We got terrible ratins'! Only one star."

       “That’s so freakin’ funny, dude, and I wanna laugh, but like... they came anyways. Guess every other planet got zero stars. Haha. I’m so wigged out bro. I don’t want them to freakin’ kidnap me and put a baby in me, like the Sims. Y’know how they do that in the Sims bro? I don’t wanna end up in someone’s basement, raisin’ my alien babies. Or what if it comes out of my chest, bro? Bro--”

#talariis #☞ VERSE: WELCOME TO THE WINNIN' TEAM! #☞ LET'S GET 'EM! ( ask. )

[southieswinger]

       “Party at my place, drinks on me! Can you freakin’ believe it?! That’s how you win a freakin’ game!”

#☞ VERSE: WELCOME TO THE WINNIN' TEAM! #|| THIS IS OPEN TO ANYONE HE'S JUST SO HAPPY.

[southieswinger]

@dastardlydapperbastard

“…”

“…Okay zat is admittedly adorable, but please confirm one thing: you did say “Nibbles,” right? As in, ze bu-rabbit’s name is Nibbles?”

       And suddenly, he was back in the pet shop, holding his freshly-purchased bunny in his hands and trying desperately to explain to the elderly owner what name he’d chosen for his new pet. This was his chance. The chance to rectify his mistakes. To give his baby the name she deserved.

       “--are you freakin’ deaf, Frenchie? I said Nipples. The bunny’s name is Nipples. Like those things you’ll never see ‘cause women smell you from a mile away and run screamin’. Do you wanna pet her?”

       As if.

#dastardlydapperbastard #☞ VERSE: WELCOME TO THE WINNIN' TEAM! #☞ PLAY BALL! ( thread. ) #|| scout: CHUGS DISAPPOINTING HIS PARENTS JUICE

[southieswinger]

@zweiherzen

       He’d been standing in the same place for the past five minutes, just looking at the record player in abject horror as the strains of some unidentifiable ( to Scout -- “Liebestod”, Wagner’s Tristan und Isolde third act final scene ) German opera wafted through the air. Apparently, the culture shock had paralyzed him. He blinked once, twice, trying to clear the haze from his eyes, then promptly strutted over to the player and lifted the needle with a wet screech. “What the Hell was that?”

#zweiherzen #☞ VERSE: WELCOME TO THE WINNIN' TEAM! #☞ PLAY BALL! ( thread. )

[southieswinger]

@aeiiope

       “So! Quincy, yeah? That’s right on the red line, get on at Broadway, three or five stops down an’ boom! Where’d you go to school? QHS? North Quincy? Quincy’s the Blue Devils, yeah? Me, I’m a Knights guy, but it’s whatever.”

#aeiiope #☞ VERSE: WELCOME TO THE WINNIN' TEAM! #☞ PLAY BALL! ( thread. ) #|| scout voice VARSITY BASEBAAAAAAALL

[southieswinger]

@kritzhaus

       “That’s goin’ in me?” In an instant, Scout was up and out of his chair, flinging himself onto the counter. Surgical tools scattered to the floor as he scrambled back into the corner and raised his fists. “That ain’t right, man! That’s a freakin’-- torture device!” He thrust an accusatory finger at the needle, simultaneously trying to climb the fridge to further distance himself from the Medic. “Who needs a flu shot out here anyway?! It’s, like, summer all the time! An’ I got a robust immune system, my Ma told me so, so I really don’t need it! Are you just gonna say my Ma was wrong? I bet she knows more about medicine than you! ‘Cause she’s a mom!”

#kritzhaus #☞ VERSE: WELCOME TO THE WINNIN' TEAM! #☞ PLAY BALL! ( thread. )

[southieswinger]

@feixing02​

       “I think I’d look good in a pair’a aviators. Picture me, flyin’ in style -- the ladies dig pilots, y’know? Hey, where’d you learn to fly? Maybe you could give me a lesson or two, huh? Bet I’d be a natural.”

#feixing02 #☞ VERSE: WELCOME TO THE WINNIN' TEAM! #☞ PLAY BALL! ( thread. )

[southieswinger]

@bluteamblueprints

       “Man, it never snows down here, does it? Hey, hardhat, how are you not meltin’? It’s a hundred freakin’ degrees!”

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