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skitskatdacat63 · 7 months

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Fernando 2012 Chair Lore (source: me)

So I've been thinking a lot about Fernando sitting in this particular chair in the Ferrari garage in 2012 for [redacted] reasons:

Originally I just wanted to find more pictures of it for reference, and then went down a rabbit hole of 2012 pictures, trying to figure out when exactly the chair came to be. There's so many pictures of him in it, and it's so funny to me to imagine them hauling this super villain chair all around the world for him. And so now I'm obsessed with the evolution of it:

Pre-Chair - Australia to Bahrain:

He just had this little stool, well I should say big because it somehow still manages makes him look small. Clearly not comfortable; to paraphrase @sweatyflytrap, it's not conducive to his inner Shakespeare villain monologues

The Chair Appears - Spain

He suddenly now has this, aforementioned, super villain chair. Several things, why is it like this. It looks like a sim chair almost ngl. And then the weird plexiglass support is confusing me, like where did they get that. It furthers my narrative they just had this chair that they couldn't put in a car so they put that clear bottom on it. Anyways yes good, now he has somewhere to brood

The Chair Evolves - Silverstone

Look!! They gave him a booster seat!!!

The Chair is Now Here to Stay :)

I downloaded a truly horrible amount of pics him in this chair, so now you all must also look at them >:)

*he still had the chair in 2013, but I think they took it away from him in 2014 :( Is nothing sacred in this world??? I hope he got to take it home hahaha

#i now have a psychosexual relationship with this chair #and im also just obsessed with the range of it???#theres an equal amnt of pics where he looks like a hot evil villain and then also ones where hes all curled up on it cutely #the co-stars to this post are really all his different sunglasses and the sexy button up fireproofs #this was actually like a true derangment post #irdk what came over me and caused me to make this but it is very important lore actually and i care a lot about it #im just curious about the origins still #like theyre suddenly like in spain 'here is a present for your home race'#the upgrade in silverstone is still killing me. ik its to make it more comfy but like...its literally a booster seat im sorry #but yeah fernando is so real in these. i too would sit in this chair all the time #okay now stay with me bcs this is just vettonso pilled BUT #the difference btwn him and seb in their garages is so funny to me #seb was always sitting on the cabinets like curled up on them lounging on them kicking his legs over them like a kid on a counter etc etc #and then fernando just has a fucking bond villain chair #and you wonder why i ship them so heavily. scoff scoff #this is just a ref post to draw him and seb together on the cha- huh what wait who said that? what was that huh that was weird #fernando alonso #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #*would be so fucking funny to tag this as lore #fa14 #we do a little bit of f1 #catie.rambling.txt #normal posts that catie normally makes in a normal fashion

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the-officially-kat · 5 years

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Mamma Mia, Here I Go Again

Title: Mamma Mia, Here I Go Again

Pairing: Plance (Pidge x Lance) (Sorta?)

Description: What none of them could have predicted was Allura miraculously coming back from the dead and Lance not leaving her side, resulting in a very bummed Pidge. And now, Pidge, all dressed up along with Rizavi and Ina, was glumly staring at her drink in a karaoke bar.

Notes: I was desperate for some fluff after all the angst that’s been swimming in my head and heart for the last week so this is just a dumb song fic (also this takes place roughly four years after the one year later epilogue)

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The whole evening had been pre-planned for a month now. Rizavi had dragged Ina and Pidge in for a movie night one day and they discovered an oldie called ‘Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again’, and ever since they watched it and sang along to the music, Rizavi had suggest that the three of them all go out and sing karaoke, outfits and all.

Finding the outfits was actually fairly easy, it was the dance moves that proved to be difficult. Even with practicing everyday it still took them, especially Pidge, nearly the whole month to learn all the steps and get in sync. And finally, just last week they picked out the perfect spot to go, not too far away but far away enough that if they ended up looking like drunk idiots no one would recognize them.

However, what none of them could have predicted was Allura miraculously coming back from the dead and Lance not leaving her side, resulting in a very bummed Pidge. Of course, first and foremost, Pidge was over the moon that Allura was alive. But seeing Lance with Allura again was like having a cold bucket of water dumped on her in the middle of winter that then having hundreds of icy knives stab her heart.

And now, Pidge, all dressed up along with Rizavi and Ina, was glumly staring at her drink in the karaoke bar and listening to Rizavi list off songs they could sing from the song menu.

“They have Waterloo!”.

“Nope.” Pidge said.

Rizavi look at the list again. “Oh! They’ve got Fernando!”.

“Absolutely not.” Pidge said.

“We don’t know the dance moves for that one.” Ina added.

“I’ve been through the entire list.”.

Pidge took a sip of her drink. “There’s gotta be something really bitter on there. Or at least something that’s not a love song.”.

Rizavi stared more intently at the list in silence for a good minute before smiling and shoving the menu in Pidge’s face and pointing at one of the songs. “This one.”.

Pidge read the song. “No.”.

“But it’s perfect! Minus the a line or two it’s so accurate!”.

“And it’s the dance we practiced the most.” Ina said, looking at the song.

“Even more perfect.”.

Pidge leaned her head back and groaned, then coming back up and downing the rest of her drink in one go. “We sing this and then we go.”.

Rizavi just smiled and handed her one of the microphones they picked up from the bartender. Pidge got up from her seat and walked over to the stage, which wasn’t far since they’d managed to get a table right in the front. She walked up the steps, put a coin in the jukebox and turned the mic on.

“I was cheated by you, and I think you know when,

So I made up my mind, it must come to an end,”.

Pidge sighed, trying to rid her mind of recent happenings and letting the music, and muscle memory, guide her.

“Look at me now, will I ever learn?

I don’t know how, but I suddenly lose control,”.

She spun around, facing the audience with an oncoming smile, “There’s a fire within my soul…”.

The beat from the music picked up and Rizavi whooped, “Yeah, Pidge!”. The two pilots then jumped up and joined her on the stage and in the song.

“Just one look, and I can hear a bell ring,

One more look, and I forget everything,

Whoa, whoa,

Mamma Mia, here I go again,

My, my, how can I resist ‘ya?

Mamma Mia, does it show again,

My, my, just how much I missed ‘ya?”.

“Yes, I’ve been broken hearted,

Blue since the day we parted,” Pidge belted.

“Why, why, did I ever let you go?

Mamma Mia, now I really know,

My, my, I should not have let you go!”.

“Come on!” Rizavi said, leaping off the stage and lazily sitting down at their table while Ina stood by the table next to theirs.

Pidge got off the stage and layed down on their table, continuing the song, “I was angry and sad, about the things that you do.”.

She gave Rizavi a big kiss on the cheek before running over to Ina, standing up on a chair, and pretending to slap her across the face, “I can’t count all the times, that I cried over you.”.

Pidge then did a lap around the bar, “And when you go, when you slam the door, I think you know, that you won’t be away too long.”.

“You know that I’m not that strong,” She sang as she met Rizavi and Ina back up on the stage.

“Just one look, and I can hear a bell ring,

One more look, and I forget everything,

Whoa, whoa.”.

The girls continued through the routine, stomping their feet, shaking their hips, and waving their arms all in unison as the formally silent crowd cheered for them. Truly to Pidge it was like they were in the movie and a happy ending was just around the corner.

“Mamma Mia, here I go again,

My, my, how can I resist ‘ya?

Mamma Mia, does it show again,

My, my, just how much I missed ‘ya?”.

The girls left the stage to finish the dance.

“Yes, I’ve been broken hearted,

Blue since the day we parted,”

They bounced through the crowd, their steps in time with the people clapping, and got up onto the bar.

“Why, why, did I ever let you go?

Mamma Mia, now I really know,

My, my, I should not have let you go--!”.

Pidge barely finished the last line when Ina accidentally shoved her off the counter. But instead of harshly introducing her butt with the hardwood floor, she was caught by two strong arms. And by a cruel, or wonderful, twist of fate, those two strong arms happened to belong to the very guy she had been singing about. “Lance?!”.

“Hi there.” Lance said, flashing her his classic smile that always made her knees weak.

“What-What are you doing here?” Pidge asked, still a little out of breath from the dancing and singing.

“Matt said he was going to drive you three back at midnight but Iverson dropped some last minute work on his desk so he asked me to drive you guys.”.

“Oh.” Pidge said simply.

“Are you good? Can I put you down now, or…?”.

Pidge prayed that the lighting in the bar was poor enough to mask her raging blush as she realized that Lance was still holding her in the bridal position. “Y-Yes! Yes you can!”.

Ina and Rizavi reached the two of them just as Lance put her down and Pidge did her best to ignore Razavi's wide grin and coughed. “Are you guys ready to go? Lance is gonna drive us back.”.

“We’re ready. The bartender made our drinks free since we were actually entertaining, and we got your coat.” Rizavi said, handing it to her.

“He also said to come back anytime to light up the place.” Ina added.

“I bet you could light up the Garrison with your performance.” Lance said.

Pidge nearly choked. “Excuse me?”.

“Did you watch us?” Ina asked.

“Just a bit, I got here when you started the last chorus.”.

It was official. Pidge wanted to die. Before Lance could get a good look at her cherry red face, Pidge rushed to the exit. “Welp! We better get back to the Garrison!”.

For the entire ride she refused to look anywhere in Lance’s direction. She stayed quiet and stared out the window while Rizavi and Ina asked him how the performance was and he replied in compliments. Pidge had managed to calm down by time they got back but couldn’t help being the first to exit the car when Lance parked it. The group entered the building and were starting to walk down the hallways towards the living quarters when Rizavi took a sharp turn in a different direction, taking Ina with her.

“You two go on ahead, I just need to check something real quick and Ina’s gonna help me!”.

Glaring at her with as much betrayal as she could muster, Pidge asked, “What do you need to check?”.

“The, uh,” Rizavi then coughed and grumbled some gibberish. “That thing! Okay, bye!”. The two pilots raced away.

Well. Not only was Pidge going to die, but she was going to take Rizavi with her.

Lance’s voice snapped her out of her murderous plans, “You mind if I walk you back to your room?”.

“Uh, nope. Let’s go.”.

And so the two of them walked down the familiar path in a silence that was surprisingly comforting. It reminded Pidge of the times Lance would hang around her and Hunk when they were working on a piece of tech or machinery. His presence alone, quiet or not, was soothing like a rainy afternoon or a warm fire on a winter night. The thought cracked the first smile on her face since she finished singing.

Finally they reached her door and Pidge mumbled a goodnight and she was about to go in when Lance spoke up again, “Hey, Pidge?”.

She looked up at him. “Yeah?”.

“You were really great up there when you were singing, and you looked great too.”.

There was that smile again. And his perfect blue eyes. It took all of Pidge’s self control to not visibly swoon and melt into a puddle. “Thanks, Lance.” She smiled softly.

“Goodnight.” He said.

“Goodnight.”.

She watched him as he walked away and she slowly slunk into her room, letting her back hit the door after it closed behind her. Pidge was still smiling when she sang to herself,

“Mamma Mia, here I go again...”.

#plance #pidgance #pance #flirtyrobot #plance fanfic #voltron s8 spoilers #voltron season 8 spoilers #kat's fanfics

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grownups-are-the-real-monsters · 6 years

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The Disco Strangler - The Kids Are Alright

Summary: Disco sucks.....right?

Another one shot in the ‘Kids Are Alright’ Series

Words: 1,690

{Derry, Maine. June 20th, 1976. 2:47 P.M. }

“I feel like we need to do something to celebrate Summer.” Stan grinned, dumping his years worth of work from Junior year into the trash bin just outside the school gates.

“Sooo...’Gilligan’s Island’ re-run marathon at your place?” Mike asked, picking out the pencils and pens from his pile before pushing it over into the bin.

“I don’t know...It is a special occasion....” Stan nodded, snapping his fingers with a smirk. “Maybe ‘The Brady Bunch’.”

Beverly sighed as she flipped through her yearbook, balanced atop of the trash. “Do we need to get out more?” She asked, turning to Bill.

“God, yes.” He nodded, tossing in his papers in one by one as if they personally spited him.

“Oh, we could go to the Hub?” Richie leaned over the trash and Mike almost felt tempted to push him in but resisted with a little laugh.

“Nah, we go there all the time.” She shook her head. “What do you think Ben?” She turned to her right and Ben shrugged though he looked like he had an idea. “Oh c’mon, I can tell you have something.” She poked his arm.

“Well, there is this Disco that opened a town over?” He tossed it out and immediately winced, waiting for the reaction.

“Come on, are you c-c-crazy? I mean, a disco? No way.” Bill frowned as Beverly pursed her lips.

“Yeah, Disco sucks.” Richie shook his head and looked to Beverly for help, knowing she sided with him on this.

“I dunno. It could be fun? It’s better than the Hub again.” She shrugged and Richie looked offended.

“-What could be fun?” Eddie asked as he walked from the gates, setting his stuff on the trash with the rest of them. Richie opened his mouth to explain but Beverly cut him off.

“A Disco. It opened a town over. You in?” She asked.

Eddie looked at Richie’s offended face and grinned. “Sure, pisses Richie off and it’s fun.” He flicked the Chemistry notes he’d copied from Richie into the trash.

“I like Disco.” Stan shrugged and tossed his neat folder in.

“How are you my best friend?” Richie scoffed and shook his head and Stan smirked at him.

“I ask myself that same question everyday, Richie.” Stan nodded and Richie punched his arm, happy to have that cast off finally.

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Beverly had invited Pattie over to her house before they left, to help her get ready. The girl had seemed rather nervous.

Beverly tied a little ascot tie around her neck and pulled at her top, making sure she looked ok. And she looked over her shoulder at Pattie, smoothing her dress over with her hands. “You look real good, groovy even.” Beverly smiled and with a light laugh, so did Pattie.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about, y’know?” Bev gave her a warm tap on the shoulder as she stood.

“Yeah but...I can’t dance. And Stanley....” She paused to laugh. “Oh, just you wait to see him.”

Beverly chuckled, now more than excited. “It’s easy, here-” Bev went over to her records and pulled one out, slipping it from its cover and readying it to play. “Don’t tell Richie but I have one disco album...” She grinned and laid the needle down.

“My baby moves at midnight Goes right on till the dawn My woman takes me higher My woman keeps me warm-”

Pattie burst into fits of giggles. “The Bee Gees?”

Beverly placed her hands on her hips and mocked offense. Pattie stood up straight again.

“Oh, I love it.” She giggled and Beverly shook her hands.

“Ok, so you wanna learn or not?” She gestured and Pattie nodded.

“You should be dancing, yeah You should be dancing, yeah You should be dancing, yeah-”

And that’s how Beverly ended up hosting a Pre-Disco party. Her and Pattie dancing around her room like idiots. Spinning each other around and mixing in a few actual dancing lessons that Bev knew off-hand. Beverly felt refreshed.

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“This is too perfect. I mean, this is the greatest gift....Thank you.” Richie framed Stan with his hands in a mock camera position from afar.

Stan took it in stride, bowing as Pattie bent down to pull on his patterned Bell-Bottoms with a grin.

Beverly came to stand next to Ben with a grin, crossing her arms. “Ok, I’m ready to catch Disco Fever but-” She held out her finger “For one night only.”

Ben chuckled. “If you think you can be cured that fast, that is.” He poked her arm and smirked, turning to get into the Vista Cruiser Eddie had parked in Stan’s driveway.

But before anyone could get in, Stan’s parents came outside, Andrea had a camera around her neck. “Oh, mom no.” Stan held out his hand but his mother frowned.

“Just a few. You kids are growing up so fast.” She held out the camera. Richie grinned, looking Stan’s outfit up and down again.

“Picture time everyone!!!” Richie grinned at Stan’s parents, they grinned back. Mike shrugged and got ready to grin for the photos. Bill joined him.

Everyone crowded in and Andrea was about to snap the picture before she counted them up with her finger. “One of you is missing....oh, Eddie!”

Richie got out from under Beverly’s arm and ducked to look in the front seat of the car where Eddie sat. “Thought you could get away that easily, Eds?” He chuckled as he opened the door and Eddie reluctantly followed him.

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“She was right...” Beverly trailed off, looking towards the dance floor.

“Who?” Bill asked, pulling out a chair and sitting next to her.

“Pattie....Look at Stan go....”

Beverly and Bill slowly and simultaneously tilted their heads, mouths both forming small ‘o’s.

“Wow they are really good.” Mike grinned.

“Yeah, if you wanna dance that way.” Richie rolled his eyes, kicking his leg under their table.

“I would love to dance that way.” Beverly smiled, looking on as Stan and Pattie moved.

“You w-wanna dance?” Bill asked and Beverly impulsively.

“Sure.” She grinned and stood and followed after Bill.

Ben opened and closed his mouth as he tilted his head down at the table. Richie took notice and scooted closer. “Look man, remember what you said...”

Ben nodded. “Yeah...Bev and I...we’re just good friends.” He smiled with a look of sadness in his eyes. Richie sighed with a sympathetic grin in return.

‘There was something in the air that night The stars were bright, Fernando They were shining there for you and me For liberty, Fernando-’

Bill and Bev danced with a pretty good rhythm, he spun her and she laughed. Richie tried to distract Ben but he always had a better handle on the unrequited love thing then Richie did anyway.

Bill spun Beverly once more and looked into her eyes. “Bev, man, I feel like I wanna k-k-kiss you..” He paused as they swayed. “You don’t have to kiss me back.”

Beverly chuckled lightly. “I’m n-n-not kidding.” Bill said softly.

Beverly shook her head with a grin. “Shut-up and dance.” She continued to sway and Bill did too, smile still on his face with only a little change.

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Mike and Ben sat on the hood of Eddie’s car, sipping on pops. “Man, Disco....”

Ben paused, waiting for Mike to finish.

“Isn't half bad.”

Ben smiled victoriously and they clinked their glasses together. “I feel like something big happened tonight.” Mike gestured wildly.

“Oh yeah?” Ben asked, a tinge of sadness in his voice.

Mike nodded. “I don’t know what but....” He gestured with his hands aimlessly and Ben giggled.

“You and Richie broke into the stash in the car, didn’t you?”

Mike smirked. “Yes, we did.”

They clinked their glasses together. “I don’t get what so wrong about that stuff? It sure helps me calm down and we, as the young generation, are onto that and I think the government knows that. And since youth is their enemy-”

“Mike, Mike.” Ben held up his hand and Mike paused, flashing a grin. “Let’s go home, huh?”

“Ok.”

They hopped off the car just as Richie and Eddie exited Stan’s home. “G’night guys.” Mike waved and they returned it.

“So you looked like you had fun tonight?” Richie smiled as Eddie leaned on the pole behind him.

“Yeah, I did. Did you see Stan dancing?” Eddie chuckled.

“Yeah, mesmerizing.” Richie waved his hands around, though he was genuine. He placed the back of his hand on his forehead. “Still glad to say, no Disco Fever was caught here...”

Eddie chuckled and Richie leaned over to do the same to him.

“Ohh but Eddie my boy, You’ve got it bad...”

Eddie shoved his hand away but Richie only smiled.

“Hey, do you recall that night we crossed the Rio Grande?” He asked, nonchalantly.

“What?” Eddie narrowed his eyes.

“I can see it in your eyes...”

“What are you talking about..?” Eddie frowned.

Richie just continued. “How proud you were to fight for freedom in this land....”

“Don’t don’t Richie...” Eddie waved his hands.

“-There was something in the air that night The stars were bright, Fernando They were shining there for you and me For liberty, Fernando-”

Eddie chuckled and slapped his hand over Richie’s mouth. Richie chuckled and pushed his hand off, done singing.

“Sorry, I hate Disco music.” He chuckled.

“Then why’d you come?” Eddie asked.

“Well....I like you.” Richie chuckled nervously.

“So...you’re in like with me?” Eddie laughed but Richie didn’t. ‘Oh?’ Eddie blinked.

They both stood there silently for a minute before....

“There was something in the air that night The stars were bright, Fernando...”

Eddie began to sing with a teasing grin.

“Eddie. I really wanna kiss you right now-”

“Shut-up and dance.” Eddie paused and started to sway and spin.

“They were shining there for you and me For liberty, Fernando Though I never thought that we could lose There's no regret If I had to do the same again I would, my friend, Fernando-”

Both boys launched into song and dance in Stan’s driveway, completely alone.

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Those who wanted to be tagged!: @birdy-boy-uris & @iammcclame

Based on the episode: That Disco Episode

#source: that 70s show #that disco episode #the kids are alright #stephen king #Stephen kings IT #IT by stephen king #itmovieofficial #reddie #benverly #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #stan uris #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #the losers club #abba #the bee gees

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thatbluegibson · 6 years

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CH 14

“I don’t know, man,” Taylor shook his head and leaned onto the table in front of him. “I was cool with it before you starting talking about, like, hanging out with her and shit. Pretty sure that’s how Yoko rolled onto the scene, you know? Then before you know it she’s at every gig, every recording session and has… opinions.”

Dave eyed him over the rim of his glass, taking a long drink of beer. “You’re the one that ran through Silva’s party screaming like you were on fire because I was missing her little jam session,” Dave reminded him.

“Yeah, she’s a fucking kickass drummer, but that’s what I mean about opinions. You really want her at the board with James, telling him what would ‘sound best’?” Taylor threw up some finger quotes and slumped back in his chair.

Dave made a face, “That doesn’t seem like something she would do.”

“Okay, besides that, she seems nice enough, but the whole Depp thing throws me,” Taylor added, picking at the label on his bottle.

Dave set his glass on the table while considering Taylor’s words. “I’m inviting her Thursday night,” he said.

Taylor visibly cringed, “Never bring a fucking party chick to a gig, dude! You know that!”

“I didn’t fuck her, Hawkins!” Dave insisted, but Taylor only shook his head.

“But you’re trying to! It’s gonna get messy, man. I can feel it. I’m a neutral party and I can feel it,” Taylor moaned.

Taylor’s wife appeared on the patio with a bowl of chips and salsa and set it between Dave and Taylor.

“Tell him he’s thinking with his dick, Ally,” Taylor coaxed his wife.

Ally looked between the two. “Who are we talking about?” she asked.

“Liz Colbert,” Dave said quietly, still glaring at Taylor.

“Oh, I hear she’s really nice!” Ally said excitedly. “The girls would just die if they met her. Work on that, will ya, Dave?” she called over her shoulder as she headed back into the house.

“Thanks, sweetie!” Taylor yelled sarcastically. “Always a big help.” He stared at Dave for a long moment. “I’m just saying, man. You’ve known her for less than 24 hours. Give it at least a couple days, ideally a month,” he said softly.

Dave finally looked up at Taylor. “Yeah.”

Liz poked at the tiny chunk of fish on her plate and quietly sighed. She could barely see what she was eating due to the restaurant’s insistence on only using candle light for ambiance. Feeling a light tap on her arm, she looked up.

“You seem distracted,” Johnny said, eyeing her closely. “Everything okay?”

Liz nodded and grabbed her wine glass off the table. “Just tired. Yesterday was a long day,” she muttered and leaned into the back of her chair.

The studio executives and business managers around them were all ensconced in their own conversations, effectively ignoring Liz and Johnny who were there only as a matter of protocol.

“And how is dear David?” Johnny asked, staring down into his wine glass.

“I have no idea,” Liz shrugged. She realized she really didn’t know and she was still trying to wrap her brain around their kiss earlier.

“Seems to be his signature move,” Johnny sneered, swirling his wine around a bit.

Liz only raised an eyebrow at him.

“He has quite the track record of using the rock star angle to seduce pretty young brunettes for one night only then pretending it never happened,” he explained.

Liz’s thoughts went back to what Dave told her upstairs at the party. “And what could be said about your track record?” she shot back, annoyed that he would drag Dave like that. She had known Dave less than 24 hours and he already treated her more like a person than Johnny ever did.

Johnny coldly stared at her a moment before turning his back and speaking to the men next to him. Effectively dismissed, Liz discreetly checked her phone. 8:15 turned over to 8:16 and Liz took another sip of wine. She hated wine. She thought of her kids, who were probably just getting out of the bath and into their footie pajamas. Liz’s mom and dad would read them a story, most likely one about trains or trucks or racecars and then tuck them neatly into their beds with kisses and hugs. Liz felt her heart constrict and her throat tighten. She desperately missed them, even more so after calling them in the car on the way to this asinine dinner. Owen was learning new words every day and Jack was intent on learning all about black holes. She traced her finger over Owen’s chubby face on her background screen when a text popped up.

8pm, Thursday night at the Roxy. You down?

Liz sat forward a little more, setting her wine back down and tapped on the notification. Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle a laugh when the text app popped up, revealing that Dave had saved his name as “Uno Champion x3” in her phone. She quickly typed out a reply.

Could we move it up to now? This dinner is painful.

She flipped her phone to vibrate just as the man next to her asked about her Oscar nomination. She explained that was up for Best Actress in a Drama for portraying a first lady in a political period piece and that, yes, she had a degree in political science. She and Johnny had just signed on to star in an English period piece that was expedited to ride the coattails of her Oscar nomination and their subsequent Disney fame. She rushed the man along when she felt her phone vibrate against her knee. When she finally had a moment, she checked the screen.

You want me to come down there and fuck shit up?

Liz looked around to make sure no one was watching her smiling like a lunatic at her phone. Yes, please.

Go put on that dress you wore at the Grammy’s, they’ll all be dead with one look.

Liz gasped and quickly downed the rest of the wine in her glass, causing Johnny to turn back to her.

“Are you all right?” he asked, concerned at her pale face.

“Fine, just warm,” she muttered, fanning herself. She felt her phone buzz again and waited for Johnny to turn back around before checking it.

Dave had sent her a red carpet photo of her at the Grammy’s and added Can we blame my “broodiness” on this? Cause I couldn’t fucking breathe looking at you.

Liz realized she was shaking a little and couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. She looked up and around for their waiter, who hurried over to her.

“More wine, miss?” he asked, holding up a fresh bottle of red.

“Please,” Liz whispered, and then cleared her throat. “Please.”

She took a long swig, earning a surprised look from the poor waiter before setting it on the table and standing. The rest of the men at the table suddenly took notice of her and stood as well, but she waved them down. Johnny laid his hand on the small of her back and leaned close to her.

“What’s wrong?” his voice was urgent as he searched her face.

“I just need some air,” Liz lied, stepping past him.

She hurried to the back of the dark restaurant and into the ladies room. Setting her phone on the counter, she leaned forward and let out a long breath. She thought for a moment before picking the phone back up.

Then it’s a good thing you came to see the real me at 6 this morning She held her breath and hit send. Looking up into the mirror, she laughed at her pale reflection. You’re acting like a fourteen year old, she thought to herself. Though fourteen year old me had a crush on Dave Grohl, too, she remembered with a half smile. Her phone buzzed, tearing her from her thoughts.

That look was even more killer than the dress, Liz

Goddamnit, Liz thought. I’m fucking doomed.

Gives me great idea for what to wear on Thursday she tapped out.

Nothing?

Liz laughed a little at his risky text and sent, It’s a tie between my senior prom dress from the early 00’s or my best cookie monster costume.

Do I get a vote?

Absolutely not. I’ll see you Thursday. Liz threw her phone back in her purse and took a few deep breaths before rushing back to her table. Where Johnny stood and pulled her chair out for her.

“Better?” he asked, still suspicious of the way she was acting.

“Yup, thanks,” she said, sitting down.

Dave sat on his patio overlooking the San Fernando Valley. He weaved his fingers behind his head and leaned back, balancing his phone on his knee. The house behind him was dark and quiet, the only sounds coming from the pool pump and a moth bouncing itself off a landscape light. He focused on his own breathing and tried to get his mind off Liz for one goddamn moment. His phone chimed and he snatched it off his knee.

Absolutely not. I’ll see you Thursday

He felt a slow grin spread across his face before standing up and walking inside.

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Jonghyun/Taemin; Fernando; PG

listen high school au where taem chose to raise a plant from a lil seed for his senior project and like that was too simple so he Also chose to carry her with him to school every day

He nods and Taemin smiles, reaching up to pat the tops of the plant’s leaves gently. With her on the floor and them in their desks, she comes up to around head height.

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“I swear by the sun… no, by the moon… the sun is a star, though….” Jonghyun nibbles on the plastic rim around the eraser of his pencil, furrowing his eyes at the lyrics he’s writing. He’s talking about stars, which the sun is, and about orbiting a star, which makes more sense, but honestly. He kind of hates the sun. He doesn’t want to swear by the giant yellow floating dudebro in the sky. The moon is much nicer and fits much better with the gay space aesthetic, and also matches much more with the babe he’s writing this for. “I swear by the moon,” he mouths to himself, underlining the word twice after he writes it. “It’s you only… only you for me, only you for me….” He bites his lip and makes a little note to figure out if he likes that line repeated or not later.

That universe line from before, though, he really does like twice. He thinks. He puts another tally mark in the little scoreboard he’s keeping with himself for every time he goes back and forth on that. Reading over what he has down for this song so far, he’s stopped from writing any more by the sound of the door being pushed open.

He looks up from the corner desk he’s tucked himself into, watching the other side of the classroom for whoever else it was that managed to get sent to the SRC first period. He’s heard that it’s become a lot more rare, now that the school stopped letting teachers send kids here for tardiness. People don’t normally fuck up so early in the day. He’s honestly only here because he didn’t want to watch some gorey movie in history class.

The first thing to enter the room isn’t a student; it’s a plant. A bamboo plant, tall and leafy, in a dark green pot. A moment later, the person carrying the plant slips inside with it and Jonghyun feels himself automatically smiling at him. There he is. In the flesh. The Plant Kid. Jonghyun feels blessed to be in the presence of their school cryptid.

Taemin grins shamelessly at the supervising teacher, lifting his plant an inch instead of waving with his free hand.

“Hey, Jeffrey,” he says. Jonghyun muffles a snort badly into the back of his hand, turning even more to watch Taemin walk casually up to Mr. S like it’s no big deal. Mr. S sighs, closing his book and looking Taemin up and down.

“You again?” he asks. His stern voice is betrayed by fondness and a hint of a smile and Jonghyun vaguely wonders how often it is that Taemin gets sent here. “Was it you or Fernando this time?”

“Jeff, is it ever me?” Taemin asks. “You know she’s the real troublemaker here.” He hikes his bamboo pot up to be more snug against his hip and Jonghyun watches Mr. S shake his head with another sigh. He hands Taemin the sign in clipboard without comment, then takes his referral and shoos him away to find a seat for himself. Jonghyun raises his brows, impressed. That’s a fond friendship if he ever saw one. When Taemin scans the room, his eyes land on Jonghyun in the corner; Jonghyun waves simply instead of trying to pretend like he wasn’t staring. It earns him a smile and Taemin heading his way, stepping expertly through the desks until he’s sitting himself down in the one in front of Jonghyun.

“Hey,” he says easily. Jonghyun notes the flex of the muscles in his right arm as he sets the plant down on the floor. That can’t be light.

“Hi,” he replies, propping his hand up in his chin. “I thought her name was Francesco?” he asks, pointing at the bamboo. He knows that the names Taemin and Francesco are both linked together in his brain. Taemin glances at her, then shakes his head with a little laugh.

“No, that’s my Catholic name,” he says. Jonghyun gasps softly at the information. Right, yeah, that’s right. He remembers Kibum telling him about the whole confirmation thing a while back. He nods and Taemin smiles, reaching up to pat the tops of the plant’s leaves gently. With her on the floor and them in their desks, she comes up to around head height. It’s pretty wild. Jonghyun remembers the beginning of the year when she was just a tiny little pot of dirt that Taemin could carry in one hand. “She’s lovely Fernando,” Taemin smiles, petting a leaf fondly. Jonghyun chuckles softly as he watches Taemin fluff up his plant. Fernando.

“Like,” he says. “There was something in the air that night, the stars were bright, Fernando.” He sings the line softly, tapping his pencil with each note, waving his other hand for dramatic effect. Taemin smiles wide and nods eagerly.

“Yep,” he says. “If I have to have that song stuck in my head every day, then so does everyone else.” His little smirk is almost wicked and Jonghyun snorts, breathing out a soft laugh towards his desk. Shit. Taemin is right; that’s gonna be in his brain for at least a week. Like he didn’t already have enough intrusive thoughts already.

“So what–”

“No fraternizing, you two.” Mr. S interrupts their conversation with a stern frown from his desk. Jonghyun glances at him, then looks away in shame, pink blushing his cheeks. Frick. He almost forgot that this is technically a during-class detention room.

“Jeffrey, do you even care?” Taemin asks flatly. Jonghyun sneaks a peak up to see him giving Mr. S this expectant look that no student should be giving a teacher, especially the one in charge of discipline, but after a few seconds of staring each other down, Mr. S shrugs with a shake of his head.

“Not really,” he says, and turns back to his book. Taemin turns back to Jonghyun with a smug little grin and an eyebrow twitch. Jonghyun takes in his expression and exhales shortly, running his fingers through his hair. Holy shit. How the fuck.

“How many times have you even been sent here?” he asks. He is way too casual. Taemin shrugs, still petting his bamboo tree.

“Every time I have a substitute teacher in one of my classes, basically,” he says. “None of them ever like Fernando.” He pouts, rubbing one leaf between his fingers gently. “At least I’ll have an extra paragraph or two to add to my essay about her at the end of the year,” he mumbles. Jonghyun tsks too, reaching out to pat her as gently as possible. Even with the extra content to add to his senior final project, that’s not fair at all.

“She’s so cute, though,” he says. Every time he sees Taemin carrying her around the school he has to smile. They make his day brighter every day. They don’t deserve to be sent out of class just for existing.

“Yeah, well,” Taemin sighs. He reaches down, pokes a stray leaf under the soil in the pot, and sits up straight. He turns even more in his chair to rest his elbows on the front of Jonghyun’s desk. “What are you working on?” he asks. He nods curiously at the notebook Jonghyun was writing in before he came in. Jonghyun looks at it, reads over his lyrics, shrugs a little bit.

“Love song,” he says. He finds the part he’s most confident in and sings a little bit of it: “Please look back at me often, check to see if I’m revolving around you, to see if this orbit is right….” He hums the next part, the “ooh baby”s that he thinks he might just keep there instead of writing actual words to replace. Taemin listens with little bobs of his head, staring at his lyrics with a squint that Jonghyun knows means he’s struggling to read them upside-down. He doesn’t really mind; he turns his book so Taemin can read them easier.

“Mmm,” Taemin hums when he’s done. “Yeah, but, do you really think writing a song about how much you want Minho to notice you will actually make him notice you?” he asks. His voice was so matter-of-fact and the look he gives Jonghyun is innocent curiosity; Jonghyun feels his cheeks heating up under it. He snatches his notebook away even though Taemin’s already read it all and huffs at his slowly growing grin. God. Fuck.

“How come fucking everyone except that tall asshole knows that I have a fucking crush on him,” he hisses. This is so garbage. He’s never even fucking spoken to Taemin until today and somehow he knows. Why the fuck can’t Minho be that perceptive in one of the four fucking classes that they share. Jonghyun hates him so much. Taemin’s muffled laughter brings him out of his grumbling, but only enough to frown at the amused little crescents of his eyes. “It’s fucking ridiculous, right?” he asks. Sometimes he thinks Minho is just being obtuse on purpose. Taemin shrugs instead of answering, pulling his bag from his shoulder to use as a pillow.

“He still doesn’t have a date to that track meet next week,” he says. Jonghyun snorts, dropping his notebook back onto the table and smoothing out the paper.

“Do people regularly take dates to track meets?” he asks. He’s been to a few of Minho’s practises, but never with any real romantic intent. Just to chill with some friends after school. He’s seen Taemin at them a couple of times too, but never guessed that he knew Minho that much too. Taemin shrugs, a playful little grin on his lips.

“You and him can be the first,” he says. He wiggles his eyebrows too and Jonghyun chuckles softly. Somehow he doesn’t think that that would work as a pickup line.

“Nah,” he says. “I’m gonna finish this song and then sing it to him while we’re just chilling at my place one day,” he shrugs. He gets song advice from Minho all the time. It’ll be smooth as fuck. “And then if he still doesn’t get it after me singing about his eyes to him for three minutes then I’m gonna kinda just. Go for it, you know?” he makes a little pushing gesture with his hands for emphasis. He’s thinking like, just, a grabbed collar and a deep, desperate kiss. Jinki says he’s good at those. Taemin laughs softly into the bed of his arms, shoulders shrugging tiredly.

“Good luck,” he hums. Jonghyun smiles back.

“Thanks,” he says.”You too,” he adds, gesturing at Taemin’s bamboo plant. He still has a few more months of carrying her around and he’s bound to have a few more subs in that time. Jonghyun wishes the both of them the very best. Taemin smiles back at him, flattered and grateful.

“Thanks,” he says.

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Ziggy Monarrez manages Clayton Kershaw and the Dodgers for a working day

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Ziggy Monarrez manages Clayton Kershaw and the Dodgers for a working day

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Anna Katherine Clemmons is a contributing author for ESPN The Journal.

As dusk fell on a Saturday in late June, thousands of enthusiasts waved the flashlights on their cellphones inside Dodger Stadium. The organist played “The Legend of Zelda” topic song as Dodgers manager Dave Roberts walked out of the dugout and toward the owner’s seats powering home plate.

It was the center of the sixth inning Dodgers ace Clayton Kershaw experienced just thrown his 103rd pitch, keeping a 4- direct over the viewing Rockies. Roberts leaned over the waist-substantial gate and motioned for his co-manager, eleven-12 months-outdated Lazaro “Ziggy” Monarrez. Using the hand controls of his motorized wheelchair, Ziggy moved his chair forward numerous ft, passing previous Dodgers manager Tommy Lasorda and two security guards.

“I am wondering of using Kershaw out now. What do you imagine?” Roberts questioned Ziggy.

“Yeah,” Ziggy replied.

“We’re gonna go to [Brandon] Morrow, to [Pedro] Baez, to [Kenley] Jansen, Ok?” Roberts said. “And we are gonna win. All suitable, Skip?” (Real buy was Morrow, Baez, then Sergio Romo.)

“Of course,” Ziggy said.

When Lazaro “Ziggy” Monarrez arrived at Dodger Stadium, the whole stadium look at exceeded his anticipations. “It is really ginormous,” the eleven-12 months-outdated said. Patrick T. Fallon for ESPN

The pitching transform labored in just Ziggy’s lineup, which he experienced stored in his cellphone. He experienced started out operating on the lineup a week in the past and experienced subsequently shuffled his batting buy numerous situations. Ziggy knew that Kershaw, his all-time preferred participant, would begin. Still, he experienced determined minutes in advance of the impromptu managers’ conference that the previous National League MVP, who experienced struck out 8 batters by means of 6 innings, may need to arrive out of the video game.

“You definitely are the co-manager, usually are not you?” said his mother, Araceli, as they settled in to view Franklin Gutierrez pinch strike for Kershaw.

Ziggy’s work as co-manager experienced started out at two:25 p.m. as he arrived outside of Great deal D at Dodger Stadium. Together with his mother, his sister, Alex, and his grandma, Esther Gomez, he experienced flown from their home in El Paso to Los Angeles courtesy of the Make-A-Would like Basis, a nonprofit that grants wishes to children with life-threatening conditions.

Assembly of the minds: Dodgers co-supervisors Dave Roberts and Ziggy evaluation the lineup card in advance of the exchange. Patrick T. Fallon for ESPN

Months earlier, Ziggy experienced narrowed his likely wish to two decisions: deal with his beloved Dodgers or go to a pair of the world’s largest and most powerful telescopes in Mauna Kea, Hawaii. Ziggy hopes to work as a NASA astrophysicist just one working day, so the telescope viewing was tempting.

In the end, while, Ziggy selected his first appreciate, the Dodgers. And L.A. was thankful — underneath his co-tutelage, the crew held on to that 4- direct and grew to become the first NL crew to reach fifty wins.

“This is our 12 months,” Ziggy said in the course of the night time. “Our 12 months to win it all.”

As Ziggy was staying stretched in advance of the video game, his sister, Alex, hopped up on the table far too. For fun, Alex began poking him and keeping her arms up straight. “I have a zombie sister!” Ziggy said, laughing. Patrick T. Fallon for ESPN

When Ziggy was about eight months outdated, Araceli discovered that her son could not stand up, even with help, and that his fingers normally shook. A actual physical therapist, Araceli experienced tracked his expansion closely, guaranteeing he checked off the key milestones.

When she advised the medical professional at Ziggy’s 12-month checkup, the medical professional examined Ziggy’s tongue. It was trembling as perfectly. The pediatrician purchased numerous blood exams, which verified what he now hypothesized: Ziggy experienced spinal muscular atrophy, a genetic ailment impacting the manage of muscle mass movement.

One in just about every six,000 to 10,000 men and women in the U.S. establish SMA. There are four principal styles of SMA Ziggy has Type two, characterized by muscle mass weak spot and a life expectancy of fifty to 70 decades. Small children with Type two SMA are not able to stroll or stand with out help, while they can normally sit unaided and feed by themselves. Ziggy has never been equipped to stroll (he now has a wheelchair that can grow to a standing posture), but it hasn’t stopped him from pursuing his appreciate of baseball.

Ziggy, with mother, Araceli, remaining sister, Alex and grandmother Esther has been a Dodgers fan due to the fact beginning. “It is really in my blood,” he said. Patrick T. Fallon for ESPN

“It was tough that he wasn’t heading to be equipped to stroll and participate in baseball because that was just one of the items we all did,” Araceli suggests. “I played softball in substantial school and Alex was taking part in T-ball. But after we processed that, you glance at the beneficial facet. He is heading to be equipped to explain to us his needs, his demands. He is a wise boy, and that is regular for young children with [Type two] SMA. When he was small, I discovered he would pick up on items really quickly, and I imagined, maybe it truly is because when all the other young children are discovering their entire world — crawling and going for walks and these other items — what is Ziggy performing? He is discovering. He is observing.”

Ziggy also smiled and laughed a large amount. He is the family members jokester, even poking fun at the truth that he are not able to stroll. He enjoys taking part in video online games, primarily “Simply call of Responsibility three” and “Minecraft.” Math is his preferred school subject he just cruised by means of pre-algebra. He enjoys to research room as normally as he can. And, of class, he follows the Dodgers daily, examining stats, gamers and trades with his father and viewing online games on his cellphone.

Really a “life span wish” arrive true for Ziggy. “I imagine this has produced much more self esteem in him that he definitely can do anything at all that he needs to do — that his wishes could arrive true,” his mother, Araceli, said. Patrick T. Fallon for ESPN

When Ziggy enjoys school, he has to research at home from December by means of March to steer clear of catching the flu. His weaker muscular tissues suggest he are not able to cough and very clear his lungs as successfully, so pneumonia is just one of his largest chance factors. Or else, his daily program starts a large amount like other young children: He brushes his tooth and feeds himself, but he demands assist finding dressed. Unlike most young children, just about every number of several hours in the course of the working day, he demands to be stretched, and Ziggy also demands to stand or lie down just about every two several hours.

“Glance at that, Ziggy!” Araceli said, as they arrived at Roberts’ workplace in advance of the video game. A nameplate on the door, printed in blue ink, read, ‘LAZARO “ZIGGY” MONARREZ, CO-Manager, Los Angeles Dodgers.”

“Is this my co-manager?” Roberts questioned. “Arrive on in.”

After Roberts achieved Ziggy’s family members, the duo settled down to small business.

“I hope your lineup has No. 22 pitching tonight,” Roberts said. “Let’s see what we received.”

Ziggy read his lineup from his cellphone as Roberts nodded alongside: Chase Utley at 2nd, [Joc] Pederson in heart, Yasiel Puig in suitable. At his mention of [Franklin] Gutierrez in remaining, Roberts paused. “We’re heading to have to communicate about that just one we will discussion, because that is what co-supervisors do,” Roberts said.

Ziggy arrived at Dodger Stadium wearing Kershaw’s No. 22 jersey — and remaining wearing his personal. Patrick T. Fallon for ESPN

After finalizing the lineup, Roberts handed Ziggy a new Dodgers jersey. ‘ZIGGY’ was printed in large letters on the back, above the No. 22.

“Which is awesome,” Ziggy said.

Ziggy shadowed Roberts in the crew dining space — wherever he achieved Kershaw briefly — the bullpen, the pounds space and batting cages. Then they headed to the subject for Dodgers BP, wherever he and his family members achieved Andre Ethier (Araceli’s preferred participant), Puig, Baez and previous-Dodger-turned-announcer Fernando Valenzuela, aka El Toro.

Just in advance of video game time, Ziggy went on to the subject along with Roberts to exchange lineup cards and meet up with the officiating crew. As the countrywide anthem began, sung by actress Holly Robinson Peete, Ziggy sat at notice on the 3rd-foundation line, hat in hand across his upper body. His graphic flashed on the display screen as Peete sang the lyrics, “home of the brave.”

Dodgers outfielder Andre Ethier happens to be Ziggy’s mother’s preferred participant. Patrick T. Fallon for ESPN

When the instant arrived for the famed Vin Scully opening line, Ziggy sat atop home plate, microphone in hand. “It is really time for Dodger baseball!” he yelled as the group cheered.

Ziggy and his family members sat in the 3rd row powering home plate, just one row up from Lasorda. Ziggy compensated shut notice in the course of the video game, filming gradual-movement video clips of the Dodgers’ offense and of Kershaw’s pitches. “His pitch count is really substantial, but he’s continue to performing perfectly,” Ziggy noticed of Kershaw in the center of the fourth inning.

In the base of the fifth, when questioned about the working day consequently significantly, Ziggy seemed close to. “This is the all-time No. one coolest thing that I have completed,” Ziggy said. “The only thing that could best this is if pigs flew and it started out raining bananas.”

As “Consider Me Out to the Ballgame” concluded in the seventh inning, Lasorda exited the ballpark, stopping to say goodbye to Ziggy. “See you soon, and bear in mind, the Dodgers — that is your crew,” Lasorda said. “You might be performing a good work.”

Just a further working day at the workplace for Ziggy, as he and Roberts yuck it up with the umpires and Colorado Rockies manager Bud Black. Patrick T. Fallon for ESPN

In the course of the eighth inning, Ziggy and his family members entered a guest space beneath the stadium and the Dodgers media personnel said there was a further shock. As they sat, waiting around, Kershaw walked in, his remaining arm wrapped with bandages and ice packs right after pitching.

“What is actually up, guy? How you doin’?” Kershaw said, as Ziggy grinned back. The two talked about Texas life [Kershaw is a Dallas native], the Dodgers and pitching mechanics.

“Do you have any queries for me?” Kershaw questioned Ziggy.

“How do you throw your 12-six curve?”

When questioned about his managerial model, Ziggy answered, “Let’s just say I am [Tommy] Lasorda model.” Listed here he receives to meet up with the previous Dodgers manager. Patrick T. Fallon for ESPN

Kershaw walked Ziggy by means of the shipping and delivery, demonstrating him wherever to place his center finger on the ball. “And then you just allow it go, like you happen to be shakin’ somebody’s hand,” Kershaw said. “It is really that basic.”

The two made designs to capture up in Dallas in the fall, wherever Ziggy has twice-a-12 months appointments at the Children’s Medical center. Kershaw remaining and Ziggy and his family members returned to their seats to view the game’s remaining innings.

As he waited around the dugout to join the postgame substantial-five line, a Dogers media consultant gave Ziggy guidelines. “Hold out alongside the 3rd foundation line, and we will allow you know when to go,” she said. But as soon as the gamers walked toward each individual other, Ziggy sped on to the subject, a big grin on his face. “Awesome work, Skip. You might be one-!” Roberts said as he substantial-fived Ziggy. Ziggy greeted each individual participant with substantial-fives and handshakes as he moved down the line.

“Ever due to the fact he was small, he’s often been a really beneficial, happy child,” Araceli suggests. “When he was youthful, he’d communicate about all the items he desired to do, and even while he are not able to stroll and he are not able to do items on his personal, he’s often experienced that beneficial perspective — and it truly is contagious.”

Ziggy experienced just one question for Dodgers pitcher Clayton Kershaw: How do you throw your 12-six curve? Kershaw was happy to present him. Patrick T. Fallon for ESPN

After the gamers experienced cleared the subject, Ziggy remained, sitting down around home plate. He was fatigued and sore, but he wasn’t ready to leave. He maneuvered his chair, slowly but surely, using a whole 360-degree switch and gazing at the sky, the stands and the subject.

“When Ziggy was small, he advised us that he desired to be a manager for the Dodgers just one working day,” Araceli said afterward. “Carrying out this — it wasn’t just a wish that he questioned for from Make-A-Would like, it was also a life span wish. I imagine this has produced much more self esteem in him that he definitely can do anything at all that he needs to do — that his wishes could arrive true.”

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