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└ mcdavid laughing at the kings pushing him around | round one, game two: edm vs. lak | 4.24.24

#Connor pls 😭 #connor mcdavid #edmonton oilers

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Curious about something

#5 if you count both baseball and hockey

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making my own picky eater poll

#beans/fried and boiled eggs/veggies/pb/raisins

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no matter the struggles there is always ao3 in bed

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~ Happy Spring! ~

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"The Big Dipper as it is today (left) and as it will look in 50,000 years." Dream of stars. 1940.

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#alright who sat on the Big Dipper

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Yes, it’s in US dollars, with so many currencies I think using only one makes sense to avoid confusion. Include shipping and taxes!

Also, please don’t include anything you’ve been gifted, it’s specifically what you’ve spent your money on (for any sport).

#considering like three of my four hockey jerseys were thrifted and the other was won… #very little. I spend very little on sports merch.

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Fanfiction is becoming people’s primary form of entertainment right now because most media right now is so cheap, bland, recycled, and sponsored by people who love money more than the source material. Fanfiction is written for free by people who genuinely love what they’re writing about. That’s why it’s better. That’s why it’s more satisfying. Fanfiction is a home-cooked meal made for yourself and for your friends. Media today is junky fast food spoiled by too much grease and the knowledge that the people producing it are being criminally mistreated and underpaid. 

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fucked around and accidentally fell in love with an adoptable dog, even though I know we can’t get a dog this summer 😭

#I hope he’s not still available in the fall or winter when I might be able to persuade my mom into looking again #but also maybe I do. a little.

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Monet’s Garden: Giverny, France

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so much of taking care of yourself as an adult is just learning to eat at home and going on walks

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morgan and nick for 37 because i miss them :( on another note i hope you feel better about writing soon, writing block sucks

morgan and nick!! thank you so much for requesting this, here's a little throwback to college

things you said through someone else

It was a Friday night and, perhaps rather unsurprisingly, Morgan was standing in a questionably cleaned living room surrounded by underage drunks and offensively loud R&B. Taylah was stood beside her, crossfaded and merely being a presence at Morgan’s side.

Morgan wished Taylor was more of a conversationalist the second she saw all 6’2 of Nolan Moyle powering towards her with uneven steps. He stopped only a few steps from her, she could smell the beer on his breath as he teetered forward before catching himself at the last second.

“What can I do for you, Moyle?” she asked, looking past him to see if any of his teammates were going to collect him.

“Blanks says you look really hot tonight,” he told her matter-of-factly.

“Does Blanks know you’re telling me that?” she asked back.

She had never seen eyebrows pull together as quickly as Nolan’s. He thought for a few moments, the cogs working visibly in his brain, before his mouth fell open only to shut again the very next second.

Morgan knew she looked good, was the thing. It had been her goal going into the evening, as it usually was, and while it was nice to have that validated she wasn’t sure it needed to come from Nick. Even if it did make her chest swell just a little bit.

As if he sensed he was being talked about—or maybe her just saw the conversation from across the room—Nick materialised beside Nolan.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologised quickly and sincerely. “He escaped confinement.”

A small laugh bubbled from Morgan’s mouth. She said, lightly, “You might want to think twice about telling him things before he starts drinking.”

Nick’s cheeks reddened instantly, needing no further context. “Sorry, he shouldn’t—you do, though. Look hot.”

“You do,” Nolan said, regaining his voice. “You should date him.”

They were moving before Morgan could get a good look at Nick’s face, only hearing a few more ‘Sorry’s as they disappeared.

#there’s just something about the bumbling determined meddling best friend

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Superman | Matthew Tkachuk

This is my first time writing fic in a very, very long time, but I’ve got all sorts of free time and inspiration all of a sudden. Title and lyrics that appear in the story come from Taylor Swift’s Superman. I don’t know if I’ll write any more on here, but it’s a possibility. :)

length: 3.9k words

He’s got his mother’s eyes, his father’s ambition I wonder if he knows how much that I miss him

It was the end of another long summer in St. Louis, and you were sitting on Matthew’s bed, leaned against the headboard, as you watched him pack to go back to Calgary. 

“Have you seen my-” Matt looked up at you, wearing the exact hoodie he was missing, “hoodie?” he finished, one eyebrow raised.

You ducked your head, tucking your nose underneath the collar of the hoodie, taking in Matthew’s scent and the smell of summer. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said. Matthew just shook his head.

You had known Matt since you were fifteen and an awkward-as-hell freshman in high school. He was a friend of a friend, and the two of you had ended up in one giant group for the first dance of the year at your high school. Officially, you were both “dates” with other people, but Matthew had heard you make a few sarcastic comments at dinner and had immediately decided that he had to be your friend. So you spent the rest of the night laughing and making fun of each other and screaming the words to the songs the DJ was playing in the dark and crowded school gym. 

You still remembered stepping outside into the cool November air when he told you confidently that he was going to play in the NHL one day. You had laughed a little bit, but you were from St. Louis and had a sports-obsessed family; you knew who he was and who his dad was. You had never seen Matt play, but there was something hard and determined in his blue eyes, even at fourteen, that made you not doubt for a second where he would be one day.

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#realized this morning that we must be around the birthday of this fic #and it was yesterday! #so happy birthday to the fic that got me writing again #and here’s to still kickin 4 years later!

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#WHERE’S KES #HAS ANYONE SEEN KES

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my super bowl is nhl wag jackets

#summary: mostly bad this year 😭

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According to your logic it's ok to hope that the best team does not win because you personally dislike them for no reason! ok sure!

Yes, this is literally how being a fan of any sport ever works