#thomas valles

[sirtaehyunsalot]

What’s His Deal? (pt 1)

pairing: Thomas Valles x fem!reader 💀

one-sidedish love, crack if you squint really hard

warnings: cursing, some racist remarks from white fam 🧍‍♀️, my horrible Spanish, lmk what else

word count: 988 💀💀

AN: im so embarrassed lmfao; i know this movie takes place in the 80s but i didn’t center it arnd that 1) bc i don't know shit about the 80s and 2) bc now u can visualize it in any time period you want. And if you’re not white then you can just act like you were adopted by the White family lmao

You reached into your locker and hung up your bag. Just when you were about to close your locker you heard 3 pairs of footsteps running in your direction. By the time you turned around to see what was happening, it was already too late as one of the boys plowed straight into you, causing you to fall backwards into your still open locker, dropping your things all over the floor and twisting your ankle in the process. Some people who witnessed the whole scene unfold were nearly peeing themselves laughing (you probably would have laughed too if it wasn't for the fact that you were the one experiencing this) and others were looking at you in surprise.

Today was your first day at school in McFarland, California. You already hated this place because it was hot, musty, dirty, noisy, and boring. You and your family had to move here after your dad lost his temper at one of his football players at your old school. Now here you were, in a town where almost everyone spoke Spanish, and roosters woke you up at the ass crack of dawn.

One of the running boys had stopped and turned around to see what had happened to you. When he saw you trying to get out of your locker he turned back around to push the guy that had bulldozed you into the locker.

“Look what you did, ese! Didn’t even bother to apologize” He exclaimed before walking towards you. “Here, lemme help you,” He pulled you up from your locker, closed the door, and started helping you pick up your things.

“Gracias,” You blurted out. You had no idea why you said “thank you” in Spanish, you already knew full well that he spoke English.

“You’re welcome,” He answered with a smile before walking away.

You thought that boy was kinda cute. But you knew a little bit better than to fall head over heels for a dude you had just met and didn't even know the name of just based on looks alone, but you still couldn't get your mind off of that boy. You thought about him so much that during first period you almost didn't hear the teacher telling you to introduce yourself as the new girl in class, which led to you standing in front of the classroom in silence for a good 10 seconds before you realized what you were supposed to be doing. You thought about him in class, at lunch, while you were waiting for your dad to pick you up from school, and even during the ride home.

“Hellooooo, (nameeee), earth to (nameeee),” your little sister Jamie called out to you from the backseat of your dad’s car.

“What do you want?” You sighed, slightly annoyed that she had interrupted your daydreaming session.

“Who’s that dude?”

“Why would I know anyone in McFarland? We’ve only been here for like 3 days”

“Because he’s really fast!”

You finally looked out of the window to see what this girl was talking about, and what you saw was honestly something out of a superhero movie. The guy that helped you earlier was running. Running as fast as the car you were in!

“But we’re going-” -you pause to check the speedometer- “12 miles an hour-! And he’s able to catch up to the car??”

“Like I said, really fast!”

“Oh, I know him! That’s Thomas Valles, he’s the one that gave me a tour around the school today,” said your other sister Julie, around the same age as you.

“Thomas?” you became flustered at the mention of his name.

“OOOO! (Name) likes him!! Dad!! Get closer, get closer! (Name) wants to be closer to her crush!!” Jamie screamed

“SHUT UP JAMIE! I don’t like him, it’s just that he helped me get myself together when I fell ass first into my locker after one of his ‘amigos’ mowed me down while running in the hallway,” you huffed in annoyance as you remembered all the people that were looking and laughing at you.

Unbeknownst to you however, Thomas had stopped running because he noticed your family stalking him and went to stand in front of your car (not the smartest move on his part.)

“Why are you following me, blanco.” he demanded rather than asked when your dad stopped the car.

“Do you know how fast you were going?” your dad questioned.

“What are you a cop?”

Your father was quite taken aback by Thomas’s reaction to this. The guy didn’t even seem fazed by the fact that he was going 12 miles an hour!

“You were running at 12mph, that's pretty fast, Valez,” your dad quipped

Thomas chose to ignore the fact that Mr. White had butchered his name. “Well I obviously don’t have a car, right?”

“Can I give you a ride..?”

“No, but you can stop following me.” Thomas replied before he turned around and continued running off to wherever he was going.

“What’s his deal?” Julie scoffed at the whole interaction. “We were only trying to be nice to him, is this how everyone acts in McFarland?”

“I know right?” Jamie agreed.

“In his defense, I think I would be pretty creeped out too if I was a Mexican boy being chased by a van full of random white people,” you half-joked.

Your family let out a loud laugh at your little joke and moved on to other topics soon after. Although, you on the other hand, were still thinking about Thomas for the rest of the way home. And during dinner. And while you were watching TV. And before bed. And even when you were in bed he still managed to creep back into your thoughts. You were also thinking about the question Julie asked during the ride home. “What’s his deal?” What was Thomas Valles’s deal? You had no idea, but you immediately knew that you wanted to find out.

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This was wild 💀 lmao pt 2 will be coming soon shoot me an ask if you want to be in my taglist

[myrandom-fandomlife]

Thomas Valles is my precious baby angel no one touch him k bye

[red-enby]

can i just say that McFarland, USA is a movie i could watch 5 times in a row and still laugh and cry every. single. time. i just love this movie so fucking much.

[filmobus]

MCFARLAND, USA (Niki Caro, 2015)

La sorprendente rincorsa all’inaspettato

Ci sono momenti che fissano indelebilmente le storie. Storie inventate oppure storie vere. Vere come quella di McFarland, USA: piccolo paese Californiano dove non servono hamburger ma tacos, burritos, quesadillas; e nome dell’omonima scuola dove coach Jim White (Kevin Costner) viene mandato dopo una grave intemperanza con la squadra di football che allenava in Idaho.

Dal confine col Canada a quello col Messico per fare l’insegnante, muovendosi insieme alla moglie Cheryl (Maria Bello) e alle figlie Julie (Morgan Saylor) e Jamie (Elsie Fisher). Calato in una realtà latina che contrasta col quel suo cognome White. Un Blanco fuori posto nella morsura estenuante della Baja California, eppure capace di trovare l’ombra che può dare sollievo al tempo e cambiare il normale ordine delle cose.

L’imprevedibile che scardina l’abitudine: un team di cross country. Sette ragazzi che nel proprio futuro hanno soltanto un orizzonte di raccoglitori nei campi, ma che nella corsa possono trovare il riscatto a un destino segnato. In quella corsa che uno di loro rende immortale con i versi della poesia: eccolo, il momento che nel film ben diretto dalla neozelandese Niki Caro resta scolpito nella nostra mente. Il momento in cui l’insegnante di Lettere rende grazie a Jim White per il suo lavoro, leggendogli i versi scritti dal giovane Jose Cardenas (Johnny Ortiz): Voliamo come merli tra i frutteti / fluttuanti nel vento caldo. / Quando corriamo, la terra è nostra. / Il terreno è nostro. / Parliamo la lingua degli uccelli. / Non siamo più stranieri. / Non più stupidi messicani. / Quando corriamo, le nostre anime volano. / Parliamo con gli dèi. / Quando corriamo, noi siamo gli dèi.

Nella polvere delle colline, sotto le chiome degli aranci, su e giù dai montoni di mandorle che stanno tutti attorno a McFarland si realizza qualcosa che nessuno aveva mai immaginato, che nessuno si sarebbe mai figurato: sette raccoglitori che diventano corridori e un uomo bianco che diventa parte di quel mondo di raccoglitori.

Ma in ogni storia anche il sogno più bello può incorrere in un insospettabile urto che rischia d’incrinarlo irrimediabilmente. Quella crepa che si manifesta quando tutto sembra perfetto. Quella crepa che piomba nella vita della famiglia White dopo che – con l’aiuto di Sammy Rosaldo (Danny Mora) e dei parenti dei ragazzi – Jim allestisce una festa da sogno per i 15 anni della figlia Julie. Sarà un incidente che le capita mentre sfila per le vie di McFarland a far vacillare Jim White. A farlo andare a Palo Alto per un colloquio e sapere che lo assumerebbero a tempo pieno come coach di atletica. A rendergli ostile il migliore della sua squadra, Thomas Valles (Carlos Pratts), proprio prima della storica finale di stato conquistata.

Ma anche la crepa più infida può essere ricomposta. Ed è McFarland che riesce a farlo: il paese che nulla sembra avere dell’American Dream e la scuola a budget ridotto dov’è andato a insegnare Jim White. McFarland non soltanto partecipa ma vince il primo di nove titoli statali (dal 1987 al 2001) nel cross country, sempre allenati da quel Blanco che accese il sogno di sette ragazzi, semplicemente lustrando il luccichio di un talento intravisto.

Il film di Niki Caro è un balsamo per le speranze di chi vuole credere nell’inaspettato. E vive di momenti che i ralenti, le musiche di Antonio Pinto e le parole inglesi e spagnole impastate in una creta indissolubile rendono speciali. Come la grazia della corsa.