#p:race

[submissivelynick]

Race | Nate/Nick 11/14

“So... how do you want to do this, Sir? Just... try to get ourselves off the fastest? Or race to get the other off first?” @domitxnate @switchcatlopez

[soledad-archer]

Race || Sonder & Sol

Sol was climbing up the stairs from the dungeon, Quidditch gear in hand, when she spotted Sonder. “You going to practice?” Sol asked with a hint of a glimmer in her eye. “Race?” She asked but started off running without giving him a chance to answer. She was always up for a little friendly competition and really as much as she may try to deny it Sonder was kind of like a friend. The castle had felt weird ever since the ministry had dragged Professor Foley off and Sol was just trying to put that out of her mind. She didn’t know whether he was innocent or not and she figured it wasn’t her problem to deal with. There wasn’t much she could do because it wasn’t like the ministry would believe some 16 year old who wasn’t there to see it happen and would only be able to say ‘Hey he seems like a decent guy’. 

[antiscottmccall]

Since when is Scott a Mexican? I get that his mom's maiden name is Delgado, but that could imply that she and Scott are Latino(a). Scott could be Honduran, Salvadoran, Puerto Rican, Guatemalan or any of the other Latin nationalities. Or for all we know, Melissa's family might have emigrated from Spain, and it could be possible that Scott is really European. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Well, since Posey is (half?) Mexican and we don’t really have anything in canon that tells us otherwise, so it’s simply taken as a fact, that that makes Scott Mexican, too. But you’re right of course, there’s no proof that he isn’t of any other Latin nationality. The writers sure didn’t care about any of those nationalities/cultures beyond being able to say ‘oh look our main is a Latino and we’re sooo progressive’ without ever putting any effort into actual representation on the show.

[woundscollect]

{ Two - legged races } || Arya and Bran

Sirens wailed mercilessly until Arya wanted to tear her ears out. A cough temporarily shook her vision - she'd been doing that all morning. Smoke was everywhere, but it wasn't really so bad on the ground. Leaning her head back against the cold side of a dumpster, Arya looked over at her paralyzed little brother with heart-shattering concern. He'd been melting in and out of consciousness for the past two days. It wasn't that surprising when she thought about it. If she had her way, she'd be doing the same thing.

Two days ago marked the morning Ned Stark, Bran and Arya's father, was murdered. Their mother and brother were on a business trip, otherwise Catelyn would surely have been dead too. Half brother Jon was a member of the Coast Guard and out of harms way as far as anyone was concerned. Rickon was away at his boarding school while Sansa......Sansa was with the Lannisters: the horrible family that Arya had seen kill her father. With her own two eyes. No doubt they'd say they rescued Sansa from whotever was trying to hurt the Stark family. Arya had grabbed her catatonic little brother and hid in their family's enormous loft for as long as she possibly could. Being only a little girl, she spent her time doing nothing but trying to gather things to help them escape and figure out where to go.

Then someone set their home on fire. 

That was when Arya packed everything necessary possible into two backpacks and a purse, put one backpack on her and one on Bran, and carried him out of the tower as fast as she could. It took so much of her little strength that the 12 year old nearly passed out several times on the way down the stairs. Adrenaline and the determination that she'd keep her last closest sibling safe were her saving graces. Presently she was taking breather behind a dumpster that resided at the back of the Stark building. Thinking she'd heard Bran stir, the worn out young girl spun around.

"Bran - Bran! Wake up....it's time to get up now. Please, for me. Please wake up."