#pickleball mom

[firstdivisiongirl]

Tuesday Confessions

Somehow I’ve become the mom friend to a lot of people online. I’m slowly becoming the Nico Robin to everybody.

The weirdest things I’ve ever eaten were snails and frog legs. And yes frog legs do taste like chicken.

When I’m trying to remember a certain lyric in a song, I go through the whole song. I say all the lyrics like I’m going in fast forward until I get to that lyric.

I tried pickle ball. It’s fun!

I saw someone took an Inosuke (Demon Slayer) Funko pop and switched the head for Peppa pig. I was dying. I wish I had a picture of it.

My favorite One Piece movie is Stampede.

I’ve only watched Film Gold, Stampede and Film Red out of all the One Piece movies.

I can’t eat plain Mayo but I can eat something where Mayo is an ingredient.

#one piece #trafalgar d vivi #head in shambles #tuesday confessions #film red #one piece film red #film gold #one piece film gold #pickleball #mom friend

[tarkstony]

wtf is pickleball???? why is this the hit sensation that's been sweeping the nation among 50+ yr olds

#literally never heard of this game in my life #then suddenly my mom and my coworkers are all players and have been for years??? #what is pickleball also? can someone explain please

[sleeplessinseattlee]

waiting to hear back about a job and am incapable of getting anything done except for lying down feeling anxiety and refreshing my email every 5 minutes

#hate this sooo much #really probably won’t get it and I’ll be okay if so I just hate the waiting #my post #anyways going to play pickleball with my mom in a bit so that will be good

[americanpickleball]

It’s never too early to start preparing for Halloween. 🦇🎃 u/mtwine88 was smart. He didn’t even changed since last year. ☠️😂 

Click here for the T-shirt. 👻

#pickleball #pickle ball #pickleballing #pickleballer #halloween #halloween pickleballer #halloween pickleball #halloween pickleballing #pickleball tshirt #pickleball t-shirt #pickleball paddle #pickleball paddles #retirement gift #gift for grandma #gift for grandpa #gift for mom #gift for dad #halloween gift #funny pickleball #funny pickleball halloween

[sometimesanalice]

Like I Can (Part 1)

Summary: After yet another bad date and tired of swiping on apps, the Dagger Squad steps in to help you out by setting you up on a series of blind dates. Much to Rooster’s dismay.

Warnings: fuff, slight angst. Minors DNI

Length: 3.2K

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw X Female Reader

Part 2

(We’re kicking of Valentine’s Day a bit early❣️ Enjoy!)

“I’m all for growing the sport, but Brady buying an MLP team is ruining the integrity of the league. He may be the GOAT of football, but he has nothing on Ben John’s world-class pickleball game,” your date Max passionately states from his spot across from you at the Italian place he had recommended.

Or was his name Mac?

He’d already told you all about the CRBN paddle drama. At this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if he had already prepared a PowerPoint presentation on the topic complete with transitions and color-coded charts. He seems the type.

And he had yet to ask you a single question about yourself all evening.

You can tell he is gearing up for the next part of his rant, when your phone lights up on the table, the ringer on higher than you realized.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I thought I had this on silent. It’s my mom, I should probably take this,” you apologize to him, your phone already halfway raised to your ear.

“Hey, kid, how’s it going?”

“Hi Mom, I’m with someone right now. Is everything ok?” You let a little worry tinge the tone of your voice.

“Seriously?” Rooster drolly rasps on the other end of the line, “Are we actually doing this?”

“Oh no! Is she alright?” You wouldn’t consider yourself actress, but you think you’re really selling the performance with the way you widen your eyes and how you make your voice go a little tighter and higher.

“Yup, seems like we’re really doing this. What’s it this time, kid? Did grandma slip on a banana peel and then get run over by a reindeer?” You can practically feel his eyes rolling as he begrudgingly goes along with you.

“Oh my goodness, that sounds serious! How would that even happen?” you ask, shaking your head in in faux shock determined to really sell the act.

“Is everything ok?” Max-Mac whispers to you from across the table. 

His profile didn’t raise any red flags when you’d swiped on him. If anything, he’d seemed a bit more of the beige flag type. Your chats had been fine, he seemed fine, so why not meet up for a date?

What you didn’t realize until it was too late was that “Sports Enthusiast” actually translated to “Pickleball Fanatic”.

“Hold on, Mom,” you hear Rooster scoff as you pull the phone away from your ear. “I’m so sorry, there’s been a family emergency. It’s my grandmother. I really need to go,” you announce to Mac-Max grabbing your purse from the back of the chair. “Thank you so much for understanding. And good luck at your pickleball tournament!” you call back to him as you hustle towards the front door.

“I take it you’ve made your escape?” You can hear the humor in his voice, your antics are nothing new to him.

“Oh my god, was that seriously only thirty minutes? He wouldn’t stop talking about pickleball, Rooster. Anytime I tried to change the subject, he found a way to circle right back to it!” You tell him as you attempt to dig your keys out from where they were buried in your bag. “And then, he pulled up the leg of his jeans and said, I kid you not: ‘Don’t worry, this isn’t an ankle monitor, I’m just wearing my ankle weights.’ Who does that?”

“Just come to the Hard Deck. You should have canceled like I told you to in the first place. Bob and Coyote got back the other day, so everyone’s here. Well, almost everyone,” he says pointedly. “We’re more fun anyways. And Hangman has been harassing me about you, something about your fluke of a win?”

You’d kicked Jake’s ass the last time you played darts with him. Although in his defense, he had been pretty drunk that night and it was a less than fair game since Phoenix would distract him while Fanboy moved your darts on the board.

You wouldn’t be challenging him to a rematch anytime soon. Not unless the odds were in your favor, it was better to keep him on his toes and his ego in check.

Thankful for the princess parking you managed to snag when you first arrived, you unlock your car and toss your bag into the passenger seat before climbing in. Breathing out a sigh of relief to be done with Mac-Max once inside.

“You back in your car yet?” Rooster asked. He was such a worrier, but you can’t say it bothered you. You liked knowing he cared.

“Yeah, just got in.”

“Ok good, see you in a few. Drive safe, kid.”

Thirty minutes later Natasha was sliding a cold, frothy pint in front of you with a sympathetic look.

It wasn’t too busy at the Hard Deck yet, but it was still early in the evening. You knew it would pick up soon, and before long Penny would be ringing her bell on some rowdy unsuspecting customer.

“Ankle weights?” She asked, trying and failing to keep from laughing at your expense.

“Seriously, Rooster?” you shoot a glare in his direction, “Where’s the loyalty?”

“What? She was right there when I called you. A request that was your idea, if you remember,” he said as he walked up to you, squeezing your shoulder before sliding his arm around you in greeting. “Plus, it’s not like you don’t already tell Phoenix about all your escapades. You really know how to pick ‘em, kid.”

You’ve known Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw since before you had braces back when you were still wearing your hair in two braids. Your moms had been on the school PTA together at the time and had hit it off immediately.

He hadn’t been too happy about being forced to hang out with the kid who was couple years younger than him, especially one who was so clearly enamored with the cute older boy. While you’d outgrown that phase, for the most part, somethings stuck- like the nickname. 

And over the years you’d formed your own bond outside of the forced proximity of your mothers’ friendship.

He’d taught you how to throw a punch, the different ways to pitch a baseball, and to drive a stick shift. You’d taught him how to whistle with his fingers, to play Nerts, and to tie a tie (after asking your dad to teach you).

The give and take was easy with him, you both showed up for the other.

You were there the night he drunkenly fell through the glass patio door at Jason Cameron’s homecoming party. As one of the only sober people there since he wouldn’t let you drink, or let anyone else give you alcohol for that matter, you were the one to take him to the ER. “Don’t worry, kid,” he had slurred, pressing the Washington High t-shirt that you’d found in your trunk to his face to stop the bleeding, “Looks s’worse than it feels.” And you were the one to stay with him as he was stitched up. The evidence of that night still unmistakable on his face.

He was there for you when your parents had sat you down and told you they were getting a divorce. A hurricane of angst and grief, you hadn’t left your room for anything other than school for over a week when he’d let himself in your room one afternoon. Rubbing small circles on your back as he’d let you cry for a bit, he didn’t even tease you about the stains you’d left behind on his shirt. And then he’d herded you into his crappy car and drove you to the slightly sketchy amusement park an hour away with the Tilt-A-Whirl and the giant corndogs. And when he’d told you “It’s going to be ok, kid” on the ride back home, you believed him.

You had been there for him when his mom passed, and all during that dark period after when he was set on self-destruction after his fallout with Maverick. While he had tried to push everyone away, you were always the type to hold on tightly to the people that mattered.

And then life had sent you on different directions. First when he went to college and then when you did. Next for him the Navy, and then you with your own career, both of you always in motion. You two shared a connection the way people with a long history do, the kind where you could go months without talking but knowing the other person is always right there if you need them. Your camaraderie sustained by texts, email, and the occasional FaceTime.

A long-distance friendship for over a decade.

So when your boss had approached you about a promotion that was dependent on you relocating to the West Coast, you thanked whatever kismet in the universe had you packing for San Diego where he was permanently stationed.

The break up with your boyfriend at the time was entirely too amicable considering how long you had been together. He was nice, the sex was nice, your life together was nice. You had all but signed the paperwork for your promotion when you told him, but he didn’t see himself as a west-coaster and you couldn’t envision yourself as anything but. Whether you had stayed together all that time out of convenience or complacency, you still couldn’t say.

It was easy to fall back into the comfort of your friendship with Rooster. Although the lanky teen you had known was replaced with a mustache sporting well-built man courtesy of the Navy. One that had left you feeling confusingly flustered on more than one occasion, and forced to cycle through your mental highlight reel of embarrassing teen Rooster moments to keep from your mind from wandering.

He’d helped you find your apartment, taught you about avoiding the 15 Northbound, and showed you where the best place in town to get tacos was. The transition was made easy with him by your side as he introduced you to his team members who quickly folded you into their group as one of their own.

That was a little over a year ago. You liked this new life of yours in San Diego.

And while the dating pool of men you could swipe through was much larger, well, some things never changed.

“You don’t get it, Rooster. You’re surrounded by absurdly hot Naval eye candy all day,” you complained gesturing to Natasha, she raised her beer to you as thanks in response. “While you’re getting women throwing themselves at you because of the gold wings, I’m fighting for my life on these stupid apps where all the men on there are posing with fish. It’s brutal!”

You’d need to officially call things off with Max-Mac later, thinking to yourself how glad you were that you never gave him your real number, and instead signing up for a Google voice number. You were just not cut out for the competitive pickleball lifestyle.

“Bradshaw, why don’t you set her up? It’s not like we don’t know enough people who would be better options than these fish men,” Natasha asked, like it was the most logical thing in the world, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, Bradshaw. Tell Nat your super logical reasons for leaving your longtime friend to fend for herself.” You knew where this was heading, so you took a long swig of the beer Phoenix had brought you.

“Seriously, not this again.” His arm that was around you was removed in favor for pinching the bridge of his nose and looking up to the ceiling like it would spare him from the conversation.

“You started it, now tell her.”

“I need another damn drink if we’re going to do this,” Rooster mumbled.

“Me too,” chimed Natasha, clearly reveling in his misery.

“Make that three. I need to catch up.” You hadn’t even stuck around long enough to get a drink at the restaurant, and now you were ready to let loose a bit.

He grunts out some unintelligible thing and then stalks off to the bar shaking his head.

“I’m an upstanding citizen, I pay my taxes, I make a mean peanut butter brownie, and I always drive him around when the Bronco is in the shop for a tune up. It’s literally the least he could do,” you say to Phoenix as you watch him chat with Penny as she works to grab the fresh bottles.

“Oh, so this is thing,” Natasha says decidedly when she eyes the six beers he’s carrying back to the table, three bottles held by the neck in each of his large hands. His classic Hawaiian shirt fluttering with every step, your eyes briefly drifting down to his defined waist.

“Sure is,” you confirm, drawing out the word. Downing the rest of the beer from your pint glass before reaching for one of the new bottles Rooster was divvying out amongst your trio, “I’ve never asked him for anything-”

“That is a boldfaced lie. And you know it,” he cuts in, as he hands you a granola bar from his pocket, that he must have snagged from Penny. “You definitely asked me to set you up with Kyle Cooke from my baseball team in high school. I didn’t do it then, and I’m not doing it now,” he declared, pointing at you with an accusatory finger to further drive the statement home.

“Reasons being?” Natasha wheedled, a mischievous smirk on her face. You could tell she was eating this up, there were two things Natasha Trace loved most in this world: juicy gossip and giving Rooster a hard time.  

Ever the showman, he dramatically lifts up a finger, “First of all, everyone I know is an asshole.”

“I am offended on Bob’s behalf,” you countered, unwrapping the bar and taking a bite, annoyed. Hangman might fit the description, but certainly not Bob.

“Two,” he continues on, raising a second finger, and ignoring you completely as if you hadn’t just made a very valid point, “Let’s say I set you with a friend and then you end up hating them. Then you’ll judge me for being friends with them, we’ll argue, and eventually we won’t be friends anymore. Or even worse, I set you up with someone, you hit it off and date for a while. What happens when you break up? I’m left having to pick sides and walk on eggshells around you guys about the other person.”

“God, you’re such a overthinker. That all sounds totally rational, you drama queen,” you look to Phoenix for agreement, but she’s busy typing out a text message on her phone.

“And three, it’s messy as fuck. And I don’t need to hear about your trophy of a one-night stand.”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes, “That was one time! It wasn’t a trophy it was a gold medal.”

“Wait, what?” Confusion coloring Natasha’s features. 

“One time this guy gave me one of those plastic gold medal things on a lanyard, kind of like the ones they give out at kids soccer games, after we hooked up. I mean, kicked him out right away, but I did keep the medal. It was a good confidence boost,” you shrug.  It wasn’t exactly a high point moment for you.

After that encounter you’d definitely started scrutinizing every profile a bit harder before swiping right, or at least you thought you had been. In your defense, at least Max-Mac’s profile didn’t have a fish photo, but the bar was still clearly on the ground.

“I knew you when you wore those shirts with that big mouthed monkey on them. And that’s the kind of shit I don’t need to know about. I don’t wanna be involved. Not gonna happen, kid,” his declaration resolute.

“Well, that sure is something, Bradshaw,” Natasha states, giving him a curious look.

“What are y’all over here discussing so intently,” Hangman questions as he saddles up to your little group, tucking his phone into his pocket. 

“We were just getting into the finer details of the kid’s dating life and how I am going to fix it by setting her up with this great guy I know,” she pronounces, looking all too pleased with herself. A truly self-satisfied grin gracing her face.

Natasha Trace was probably the most bad ass person you’ve ever met, so the idea of her setting you up with someone had you sitting up straighter on the stool you were seated on, “Really?”

“Who?” Rooster demands, frowning at her.

“Yeah, I mean Bradshaw clearly has his convictions, and I respect that. However, I’m an excellent wing-woman. Seriously, I don’t know why I haven’t thought about introducing you guys before. You two would be perfect together.”

Hangman never one to miss an opportunity to rile up Rooster is quick to jump in, “Just because you fly in a two-seater doesn’t make you a good wing-woman, Phoenix. However, now that you mention it, I have a buddy who might knock your socks off. Unless you’d rather just knock boots, I’m sure he’d be up for whatever you wanted,” he shooting you a wink. “I think I’ll toss my name in the ring here too. After all, I’m very good.”

“You want to make it a bet, Bagman?” Her accent always got a little more pronounced when she went toe to toe with him.

“What’re you thinkin’, Darlin’?” he drawls suggestively with a sharp smile. That ever-present toothpick being rolled in his mouth from side to side.

“You guys are not going to be making bets around the kid’s love life,” Rooster snaps.

“The big dogs are talking, Bradshaw,” Hangman taunts as he waves him off.  

“$50 entry? The dates happen here and at the end the kid picks which date was the best. Winner takes all?” You can see the competitive gleam in her eye.

“Alright, alright. Works for me, Phoenix. I can’t wait to take your money.”

“The hell you are,” Rooster barks, still trying to regain control of the quickly spiraling situation.

Well, this had certainly taken a turn.

You find yourself reaching for your third beer of the night.

And you’re even more surprised when Hangman hollers for the rest of the team to join, and before you know it your dating life takes centerstage as the subject of the bet between the group of competitive naval aviators. Many of the others deciding to join in, never ones to shy away from a bit of rivalry.  

“What do you say? You up for it?” Natasha asks, wanting to make sure you were still on board now that her original offer had taken on a life of its own.

You look over and see Rooster looking at you like you’d be crazy to get involved in their kind of chaos. You know he can already tell what your answer will be.

“Why not?” you agree cheerily as he groans into his beer.

At least you would be spared from swiping for a while. It’s what you deserve, you are an upstanding citizen after all.

Get ready for some dates! Part 2

Written as part of @roosterforme’s #Love Is In The Air TGM Fic Challenge! 

Song Inspiration Sam Smith’s “Like I Can”.

Thank you Jordan (@gretagerwigsmuse) for letting me bounce ideas off of you!

Edit: I’ve started a tag list for Part 2! Just let me know if you’d like to be added!

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #rooster x reader #rooster x female reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfiction #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #love is in the air tgm #like i can tgm

[vampyretaemin]

tagged by @stillfebruari thank you!!! <3

are you named after anyone? i stole my name from a video game character so yes technically lol (also my birth name was the name of my moms childhood best friend)

when was the last time you cried? may 25th. feel free to guess why lol

do u have kids? no lol

what sport do you play / have played? as a kid, i played soccer and did cheer for a few years. i still play some soccer casually with friends sometimes but idk if i can say "i play soccer". played pickleball for the first time recently. it was fun

do you use sarcasm? yes all the time <3

what's the first thing you notice about people? probably their smiles or eyes

what's your eye color? green

scary movies or happy endings? this question bothers me bc i feel like these two options shouldn't be compared as they are not mutually exclusive but i will be normal and not autistic about this. my answer is scary movies

any talents? i have a good eye for aesthetics, colors, and things like that. im pretty good at drawing, and i like writing, and gifmaking in my spare time

do you have any pets? 2 cats and some isopods :3

where were you born? at a hospital in america? is that what this question is asking???

what are your hobbies? watching dramas/tv/movies, listening to music, making gifsets, spending time with friends, tending to my plants, idk i do a lot lol

how tall are you? 5'9

favorite subject in school? not in school <3

dream job? i do not dream of labor. however i would love to be a comic book artist one day

tagging @shawcl @jiubilee @replaybf @baldyeosang @speakofcompersion if yall wanna do it :)

#sorry im late mobile doesnt let me copy numbered / bullet point posts so i had to wait until i got on my laptop again lol #personal

[originallandlockedmariner]

2023

Pickleball. Generative AI. Lula takes office in Brazil, Amazon Rainforest throws a party. Prince Harry refusing to stop talking about his frozen penis no matter how many times society begged him to stop. UFOs are real. Viral cat dubbed ‘largest cat anyone has ever seen’ gets adopted. Pee-Wee’s big adventure ends. Musk & X. Turkey-Syria earthquake kills thousands. India surpasses China as ‘country squeezing in the most peeps’. Tucker Carlson ousted. Miss USA and her 30 lbs moon costume. Wildfires in Kelowna and Hawaii. Macron tinkers with retirement age of the French. Paltrow can’t ski. Big Red Boots. Bob Barker leaves us. Alabama mom delivers 2 babies from her 2 uteruses in 2 days. Charles III. Ukrainian counteroffensive against Russian forces as the war drags on. Taylor Swift is Time’s Person of the Year. African ‘coup belt’. Flo-Jo dies in her sleep. Chinese spy balloon shot down. Hollywood writers strike. Human ‘nice mugshot’ Shitstain and his 91 indictments. Highest interest rates in 2 decades. The Bear’s Christmas episode. War in Gaza. Shinzo Abe is assassinated. Alex Murdaugh. Ocean Cleanup removes 25 000 lbs of trash from the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. Vase purchased for $3.99 sells for $100 000 at auction. Barbenheimer. A third of Pakistan is flooded. Lionel Messi is the GOAT. Travis Kelce. The Sphere opens in Las Vegas. Regulators seized Silicon Valley Bank and Signature Bank, resulting in two of the three largest bank failures in U.S. history. “The Woman In Me”. WHO declares COVID ain’t a thing no more. Titan sub sinks, rich people die. Matthew Perry drowns. Dumbledore Dies (again). Massive sales of ‘Fuck Trudeau’ flags for jacked-up micro-dick trucks. Everything Everywhere All At Once. June-August was the hottest three-month period in recorded history across the Earth. Tina Turner dies. And the Beatles release a new song?! Wow… You got big shoes to fill 2024.

Archives for context:

2020

Kobe. Pandemic. Lockdown. Koalas on fire. Harry and Meg retire. Toilet paper hoarding. Alcoholism. Impeach the f*cker. Parasite. Bonnie Henry. Tiger King. Working from home. Sourdough bread. Harvey Weinstein guilty. Zoom overdose. Dip your body in sanitizer. 6 feet. Quarantine. OK Boomer. Home schooling (everyone passes). Murder hornets. Dolly Parton. Don’t hug, kiss or see anybody, especially your family. Chris Evans’ junk. TikTok. Glory holes. Face masks. CERB. West Coast wildfires. Stay home. Small Businesses lose, big box stores win. F*ck Bozos. ‘Dreams’ and cranberry juice. Close yoga studios, but thumbs up to your local gym. Speak moistly to me. George Floyd. BLM. F*ck Trump. Phase 2, 3 and Summer. RBG. Baby Yoda. Biden wins. Bond and Black Panther die. No more lockdown. Back to school and work. Just kidding... giddy up round 2. Giuliani leaks shit from his head. Resurgence of chess. UFOs are real. Restrictions. Dave Grohl admits defeat. Monolith. “F*ck... forgot my mask in the car”. No Christmas shenanigans allowed. Bubbles. Alex Trebek. Use the term ‘dumpster fire’ one too many times. Jupiter and Saturn form 'Christmas Star'. Happy New Year Bitches!!!! 2021... you better not sh*t the bed!!

2021

“We love you, you’re very special”. Failed coup attempt at the Capital. Twitter, FB and IG ban Donny. Hammerin’ Hank goes to the Field of Dreams. Bozo no longer richest man but still a twat. Leachman, Tyson, and Holbrook pass. The economy is worse than expected. Kim and Kanye split. Brood X cicadas. Dre has an aneurysm and nearly has his home broken into. Bridgerton. MyPillow CEO is a douche. Covid restrictions extended indefinitely. Captain Von Trapp dies. Proud Boys officially a Terrorist Organization. Richard Ramirez. Cancer takes Screech. Travel bans. Impeachment trial (again?… oh and this was barely February? WTF??!!) Suez Canal blockage. Myanmar protest. Kong dukes it out with Godzilla, while Raya watches. Olympics. Friends compare elective surgeries. F9. Canada Women’s Soccer Gold. Free Britney. Multiverses. Residential Schools in Canada unearth children’s bodies. Kate is Mare of Easttown. Cuomo resigns. Disney and Dwayne cruise together. Wildfires. Delta variants. Musk passes Bezos. Candyman x 5. Capt. Kirk goes to space. F*ck Kyle Rittenhouse. Astros didn’t win. Squid Game. Goodbye Bond. Dune is redone. Angelina is Eternal. Astroworld deaths. Meta. Omicron. Three Spidermen. Tornados in December? World Juniors cancelled. Pills against Covid. School opening delayed. And Betty White dies. 2022… my expectations are ridiculously low…

2022

Wow… eight billion people. Queen Elizabeth II passes away after ruling the Commonwealth before dirt was invented. The monkeypox. Russia plays the role of global a**hole. Wordle. Mother Nature rocks Afghanistan. Hover bike. Styles spits on Pine. Olivia Newton John, Kristie Alley, and Coolio leave us. Pele was traded to team Heaven. FTX implodes. Madonna and the 3-D model of her vagina. Pig gives his heart to a human. Beijing can brag that it is the first city ever to host both the Summer Olympics and Winter Olympics. Uvalde. $3 trillion Apple. Keith Raniere gets 120 years. The Whisky War ends with Canada and Denmark going halfsies. Mar-a-Lago. Nick Cannon brood hits a dozen. Shinzo Abe is assassinated. Inflation goes through the roof (if you can actually afford to put a roof over your head). Volodymyr Zelensky. European heat wave. Bennifer. Salman Rushdie is stabbed on stage, Dave Chappelle tackled, and Chris Rock is only slapped. Thích Nhất Hạnh. Heidi Klum goes full slug. Cuba knocked out by Ian. Liz Truss and 4.1 Scaramuccis. Taylor Swift breaks Ticketmaster. Human shitstain Elon Musk ignores helping mankind and buys Twitter instead. Riri becomes a mommy. NASA launches Artemis 1. Trump still a whiny little b*tch. Music lost Loretta Lynn, Christine McVie, and Meat Loaf. Democracy died at least three times. Pete Davidson continues to date hottest women on the planet (no one understands how?!) Microplastics in our blood. Alex Jones is a c*nt. So is DeSantis. Argentina wins the World Cup. Meghan and Harry. Eddie Munson rips Metallica in the Upside Down. tWitch. Roe vs Wade is overturned by the micro dick energy of the Supreme Court. CODA. James Corden shows he is a "tiny Cretin of a man". Amber (and the sh*t on the bed) Heard (round the world). Sebastian Bear-McClard proves he’s one of the f*cking dumbest men alive. Latin America's ‘pink tide’. Anti-Semitic rants by Ye. Bob Saget. A verified blue checkmark. Godmother of punk Vivienne dies. And, Tom Cruise feels the need for speed yet again. 2023… whatcha got for us?!? Nothing shocks me anymore.

@daily-esprit-descalier

#me #my words #doodles

[johnnydany]

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[strandnreyes]

🤹 this is such a good one!

🤹‍♀️ Give a hidden talent to all the main characters (or those of your choosing)!

Carlos - he learned to knit from his mom. the first birthday of TK’s that they were together, Carlos knitted him a hat. He was so nervous to give it to him but TK cried because no partner had ever put that much effort into a gift for him. TK dug it out during that first sign of snow while they were broken up

TK - movie quotes and faces. he’s been injured enough that’s he’s had to spend a decent amount of time recovering, which means movies. he’s the go to guy for answering why that actor’s face is familiar during firehouse movies, naming what movie that song was in during 126 hangs, and—to Carlos’ dismay—quoting them

Grace - Gaming. Maybe not so much a secret, but she absolutely did not need Judd’s help to know what a smurf ass bitch is

Judd - he has the uncanny ability to imitate almost any animal noise. It started from growing up on a ranch and hunting with his brothers, but now primarily gets used when reading books to Charlie

Marjan - based on how sentimental she was with keeping the 126 together, I think she scrapbooks. she has a handful of beautifully crafted books from different phases of her life

Paul - listen someone has to be the juggler and I vote Paul. he has the finesse and the patience. whenever he does it with rags at the firehouse, Mateo is amazed

Nancy - because of her cool kids comments, I feel like she did a stereotypical unpopular high school extracurricular. possibly band. she can absolutely rock a clarinet solo

Mateo - magic. like corny, card trick, rabbit in a hat magic

Tommy - I feel like she played volleyball in high school, maybe college. idk just a vibe. she definitely still has it and will end you in the bar sand league.

Owen - pickleball. he runs that 55+ league. worst sore winner there

#ask

[ckmstudies]

June 4th:

I spent a little over two hours reviewing everything I went over this past week in the hopes of picking up on information that I previously missed as well as keep all this information fresh as I start new material on Tuesday. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day involving doctors appointments an hour away (regular check ups btw!) so my study goal tomorrow is just to take a practice test for area one and see where my weak points are as well as go through some flash cards. But today I spent a good amount of time outside, napping, and studying so I'll call that a well spent Sunday!

Today's accounting topic: what to do with challenging or difficult situations in an audit that don't involve material misstatements.

Other activity: I played pickleball with my mom this morning which was a lot of fun! It's basically like miniature tennis mixed with oversized ping-pong haha

#CPA exam review #CPA #cpa exam #study hard #audit #CPA audit #studyblr #study inspiration #study motivation #study blog #study space #studying #student #study #studyspo #heydilli #astudentslifebuoy #heyzainab #juliistudies #inky studies #lookrylie #problematicprocrastinator #mittonstudies #heystardust #notetaeker #mine #not much to add today #still sleepy all the time and I don't know why

[shit-posting-into-the-void]

Where the FUCK did pickleball come from??? The last I heard of it was in a dingy school gym surrounded by other sweaty high schoolers. And now Taylor Swift plays it? My mom is looking into it. Target has a whole collection of pickleball outfits. What happened.

#Someone please explain I am confused #Since when are we all playing pickleball now #It's a fun game but wtf why is it so popular #pickleball

[icedteaandoldlace]

15 Mutuals, 15 Questions

I was tagged by the fabulous @orangesunsets12. 🍊🌅

Are you named after anyone? A little girl my parents knew. I wanna say they used to babysit her, but I could be getting my stories mixed up. Dad thought she was just the cutest thing, and he loved her name. I've never met her myself, but she did wish me a happy birthday on my mom's Facebook post about me turning 20.

When was the last time you cried? Yesterday. Some video of a guy doing something nice got me.

Do you have kids? No kids, just a lot of cats. But I do have a five-year-old in Peru that I sponsor.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? It's my first language.

What sports do you play/have you played? Kickball, and my sister's been attempting to teach me pickleball. Once in a blue moon my family gets the volleyball bug, and we get a big group together for that, but kickball is our go-to.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their face? I guess?? I'm not the most observant person.

What’s your eye color? Dark blue.

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings ftw!!

Any special talents? Writing, singing, and drawing. I can't do anything super realistic in the drawing department, but I am good at nailing expressions.

Where were you born? My parents' bedroom in our old mobile home.

What are your hobbies? Writing, making fan vids and gifsets, the occasional crochet project, photographing my cats and pretty things outside.

Do you have pets? Many cats. Some of them are strays/dumpees, some are my uncle's barn cats who migrated to my house, some are descendants of my house cat from her philandering days. I have 3 cats indoors (first cat + two of her daughters), plus my sister's Petsmart adoptee. We have two dogs that were dumped down our road, and one who was adopted from a shelter.

How tall are you? 5'8"

Favorite subject in school? English and literature (yes, just "literature", there was no specifying adjective in front of it. 🌸Just homeschool curriculum things. 🌸)

Dream job? Author. Not necessarily a bestseller, but a big seller at least. I'd also really love to be an engine mechanic, but upper body strength is not something I have in spades, and I would need to seriously up my hands' skin care.

And I am tagging @starstruckpurpledragon @sscrambledmeggss @frosty-the-killer-doll @galaxy-creationz @shrinkthisviolet @daftydraw @vividly-violet @fictionandmusic @phoenix @alittleflashvibe @chocoholicannanymous @music-stories-and-lots-of-sleep @ilovewrighting @jwmelmoth @backslashdelta

No pressure. 🤩

#tag thing #not everyone here is a mutual but you're all people I like so 👋🏻

[trivialbob]

I enjoy reading these sorts of posts some of you write. It is only fair if I do one too. Thanks, @find-jupiter.

1. Are you named after anyone?

My uncle is named Bob. Bob's your uncle. I never really thought though that I was named after him. It never came up in conversation. He sometimes reads my Tumblr posts, so I will take this opportunity to let Bob know that I found a six pack of Hacker-Pschorr (Hacker was founded in 1417!) at the liquor store this week and bought it. That beer was sold at my college's student union. I don't think I've ever drank it anywhere else until this week. He mentioned Hacker-Pschorr to me when I saw him at a wedding this summer.

2. Do you have any kids?

Two sons, 27 & 29.

3. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I probably do, and I hope I get it right, where no one takes offense. Not long ago a young cashier handed me too much change. I exclaimed "Oh my God!" as I held up the extra bill. She giggled. The right tone of voice and facial expressions are crucial.

4. When was the last time you cried?

I must have a little bit when my mom passed away in 2021. Sometimes I get teary eyed when I hear a song like Amazing Grace or Battle Hymm of the Republic.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Attitude. It takes a bit longer than recognizing body features, but it's where I seem to focus. Does the person smile and make eye contact or stare at the floor? Answer politely with a full sentence or grunt in annoyance?

6. Eye color?

Blue

7. What sports do you/have you played?

When I was younger: hockey, soccer, and softball. In high school it was track (1- and 2-mile) and cross country (3-mile or 5k). As an adult I played bandy and ran a lot of races from 5k to marathons (about 10 of those). Now mostly I ride my bicycles. I've tried pickleball a little bit as well.

8. Any special talent?

Sadly, no.

9. Where were you born?

Fairview Southdale Hospital in Edina, MN.

10. Scary movies or happy endings?

I'm not a fan of scary movies.

11. Do you have any pets?

Three Miniature Australian Shepherds. The breed is actually called Miniature American Shepherd, but I prefer Aussie.

12. How tall are you?

5'10"

13. What are your hobbies?

Trying different restaurants, bars, and breweries. Bicycling the trails and paths in Minneapolis (which is convenient for stopping at different bars and restaurants along the way).

14. Favorite subject in school?

Math and geometry were my favorites followed closely by English/grammar.

15. Dream job?

I always wanted to be a pilot. I don't have the eyesight for it, but I think I have the right temperament to safely do that work. Other than that I would love to be an expert in a unique field, like repairing a Stradivarius or wrenching on a Ferrari. Yes, I can do that job. The current wait time is six to ten months.

[lesbianriverphoenix]

a month ago one of the ft librarians at my work who's leaving this month told me he would recommend me for his position once they opened it up i said YEEEESSSSSS SWEEEEEETTTTT this pt position at the actual dream workplace is finally paying off. i've been GLOWING since he said this to me telling absolutely everyone friends family my parents friends my pickleball team people i meet at the club. eight months since graduation and it's finally fucking happeninggggg like i'm a shoo in we're so back i don't have to feel like a loser anymore even though the job market is bleaker than my asshole. all this to say just now that co worker messaged me to say he was told they aren't filling his position after all for financial reasons. i have nothing to say ig just wanted to make my annual super involved i hate my LIFEEEE LMFAO post after crying to my mom and two different friends on the phone 👍 you guys are the best

#well i have been saying i needed something devastating to happen so i could actually test how the lexapro was working 6 weeks innnnn dsjfdsj

[mdpthatsme]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

are you named after anyone? My mom's best friend and my aunt.

when was the last time you cried? not sure

do you have kids? nope

do you use sarcasm a lot? Sure

what sports do you play/have you played? I've played sports (volleyball, pickleball, American football, horseshoes, cornhole, baseball, basketball, etc.) for fun, but never in school or professionally.

what’s the first thing you notice about other people? their eyes

eye color? brown

scary movies or happy endings? Really not the same thing. Ones a genre, ones a trope. But I'll take dramedies or mystery. I prefer open endings.

any special talents? I can make some really interesting faces.

where were you born? Arkansas, USA

what are your hobbies? gaming, drawing (traditional and digital), looming, reading, baking every once in awhile - I want to get back into music and try out painting (I've been watching too much Bob Ross).

do you have any pets? One little Beth

how tall are you? 5'9''

fave subject in school? I didn't really have one.

dream job? Full-time author

I was tagged by @budgie2budgie and I tag anyone who wants to play this game.

#memes #about me memes #15 questions for 15 mutuals

[fairycontessa]

Played pickleball for the first time with my adopted-me mom and little brother.

#my butt in those shorts 👀 #my little gay run at the end of the video 😂 #me #may 2024 #2024