#31-17

[q-gorgeous]

Bones

fanfiction

hidey hey another one today

Danny and Dash lay on their backs in the grass, looking up at the stars together. 

“Have you ever broken a bone?” Dash asked. “I have.”

Danny turned his head and looked at Dash. “I don’t think so. I have accelerated healing but I’m not sure how fast it would fix something like that.”

Dash hummed, still looking up at the sky before his gaze met Danny’s. 

“Do you ever regret being Phantom? You get thrown around all the time and hurt and no one’s even grateful for it. I…” Dash ran a hand through his hair. “I couldn’t imagine being able to do all that on top of school and everything else.”

Shrugging, Danny turned onto his side. “I mean, I don’t exactly manage it all very well. But no, I don’t regret being Phantom. Yeah, I get thrown around during every fight but… there’s something freeing about it.

“No one knows who I am, I have people who adore me who don’t think I’m a loser. Flying is the coolest thing ever.” Danny smiled. 

Dash’s face fell. “Danny, I-”

“No, you don’t need to keep apologizing.” Danny said sternly. “What happened happened and we can never change it but what’s important now is that you’re here, trying to be better. Actually being better.”

“But I was such an asshole.” Dash said, turning his head back towards the sky and flopping his arms out at his side. “I had no excuse for everything I did. I did all that to someone I considered my friend! It’s just…”

Dash sighed.

“I wish I hadn’t been like that. If I hadn’t started spreading rumors about you maybe I wouldn’t have gotten to the point where I was wailing on all the nerds.”

Dash felt Danny lightly place his hand in his. He turned his head to see Danny still watching him.

“Maybe you should apologize to them too.”

Groaning, Dash ran his other hand down his face. “You’re right, oh my god. This is gonna be so awkward.”

Danny shrugged and scooted closer to Dash. “You were awkward when you apologized to me but look at us now.”

Dash chuckled and gently gripped Danny’s hand in his own, gently running his thumb over Danny’s knuckles. He stared up at the stars as he felt Danny softly rub his fingers into his palm. 

“Yeah.” Dash said quietly. “Look at us now.”

[clearwillow]

New Orleans kicking Atlanta's ass tonight ain't a bad way to end they day.

[casorasi]

Kelly Bryant leads No. 2 Clemson past No. 12 Hokies, 31-17

BLACKSBURG, Va. (AP) — Kelly Bryant left Virginia Tech defenders grasping at air, laying on the ground and wondering how they'd missed him. Kelly Bryant leads No. 2 Clemson past No. 12 Hokies, 31-17

[cityofmorgantown]

Beating Maryland, 31-17

Saturday's Mountaineer victory was a classic of the genre, one in which the coaching staff, upon seeing impressive success occurring before them, decides that its ramifications are too much and pulls the emergency brake. Hard. Fans in the stadium and watching at home then spend the rest of the game staring in wide-eyed wonder at the scene unfolding in front of them. The final of a game that should have been 48-10 was 31-17. A Tale Of Two Halves Interrupted By The Worst Halftime Speech In History There it was, happening before us, an offense that operating quickly and efficiently, getting up to the line before Maryland's defense had a chance to adjust, Geno picking targets all over the field, spreading the ball, Devine being set free as he was only occasionally run directly into the middle of the defensive line, an offense. An honest to goodness offense. It was the one that most WVU fans have wondered about and prayed for and there it was, happening in front of us. The score, before anybody knew any better, was an astounding 21-0, and that included two turnovers that stopped what might have been even more scoring. Between Devine, Sanders, Austin, and Bailey, we suddenly featured an offense that succeeded despite its occasionally slippery hands. (Those slippery hands are a concern.) The crowd was electric, as loud as they've been in years, and the defense was flying around the field anxious to get at the quarterback, anxious to get the announcers to stop mentioning that WVU had yet to record a sack. (Eight sacks later and we can hope we won't hear this talk again.) Then, halftime. It had to have been the worst halftime speech in history. "Boys! Boys, boys! You're up 21-0. Fans are happy. Our offense? Potent. Our defense? Aggressive. Maryland is staggered. If we play our cards right, we can knock them out of this game early." The team cheers, ecstatic, thrilled at their own successful execution of an aggressive scheme. "We can't knock this team out early! We can't. That's not what West Virginia football is about! So what we're going to do is start with some very conservative play-calling, except for an occasional insane decision to let Jock Sanders throw the ball. Defensively, we're going to not have a safety back to help protect against the middle-schooler we've put in to replace Brandon Hogan. Ideally, he'll get burned two, maybe three times, although if things work out right, that last bomb of a touchdown can be dropped by a receiver shocked at his continued one-on-one coverage. Between our newly slowed down offense and opening the door wide open for a Maryland comeback, we can take the fans out of the game as they relive every awful sports memory they've ever had. Who's with me?" In other words, Stewart gave this speech only the exact opposite. It's also worth noting that our performance Saturday matched memorable West Virginia performances throughout the years. I will say this though: Stewart's halftime speech ended up being exactly what happened in that second half. So at least he can say he called it. What We Learned West Virginia University Football is fundamentally the same as it ever was, even though it seems like there's an outside possibility that the reality of the hurry-up offense is clicking with the coaching staff. Outside chances are just that though. Against LSU this coming weekend, in Louisiana, at night, is when we'll really learn if the coaching staff has absorbed anything they've seen recently or Saturday's first-half was just an aberration to spend a season dreaming about.