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batmads-ao3 · 1 year

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Across The Universe

Detroit: Yuri’s done the math. He done the research and the consideration and the planning. This will be his last year of competitive figure skating, and this time next year, he’ll be moving on to grad school. No matter what, though, Yuri hopes to hold onto Victor in any way that he can. Even if he has to compromise and change his own dreams to do it.

St. Petersburg: Victor is tired of compromising. Tired of having dreams deferred, of stealing moments in the off season and after competitions to spend time with Yuri. The way he sees it, there are only two options: keep Yuri in competitive skating, or find a way to stay by Yuri’s side after this year is through. Because if there’s anything that Victor knows for certain, it’s that he’s never letting anything come between him and his soulmate ever again.

But how far are Yuri and Victor willing to go to protect the other’s dreams? And with a whole universe separating them, will a soulmate bond really be enough to hold them together when it matters most?

**Part Three of the Defy the Stars Trilogy**

Soulmates!AU • College! AU(kinda) • Happy Ending

Read Chapter Thirty-Two here!

In which Victor and Yuri feverishly hope that the other one will make the first move, and a stalemate ensues.

Posting every Friday (ish), chapter preview below the cut

Yuri was late to practice. In his defense, though, it had been a long flight, and a seemingly endless trip to the athlete’s village, and no sooner had he gotten to his room than Junichi was knocking on his door, peppering him with questions about how interviews had been and whether he’d managed to land a flip yet and by the time Yuri managed to actually eat something and change into practice clothes, he was supposed to be at the rink to start off ice warm-ups, and by the time he was there to start warming up, everyone else was already out on the ice.

So in the end he only got a weak warm-up in, nowhere near the amount of time he actually should have given it, and then an even weaker amount of time to actually get a feel for the ice.

And not just any ice. The ice. The main rink. Olympic rings below him. A scattering of spectators and media up in the stands to watch him, to speculate and criticize. It made Yuri want to throw up.

(How was it, just earlier today, that he’d managed to be excited for all of this?)

Seeing Victor standing at the other end of the rink, staring blankly at him, wasn’t any help. And Yuri didn’t have to wonder anymore if he had it in him to go up to his soulmate right away and reopen everything between them. He knew now that he didn’t have the courage to do it. And he was frankly relieved that Victor was the first person off the ice now that practice was over—while Yuri himself was still all the way at the other end of the rink—because that just meant he could put everything off for just a little bit longer.

Tomorrow, Yuri told himself. I can talk to him tomorrow.

Because one thing was for certain: even if Yuri’s cowardice and anxiety were swallowing him whole now, the moment he had seen Victor he had known in his soul that he didn’t want to let Victor go. He knew Patrick was right, that if he waited around to long, then Victor would move on. He had seen it in the way Victor was skating, before he’d come onto the ice. And Yuri didn’t want that. He wanted Victor to be happy, yes, but he wanted to be the one who made Victor happy. He wanted the life that Victor’s short program described.

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powerplayunit · 1 year

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Marc-Andre Fleury’s humor, humbleness and infectious love for hockey run deep

Oct 11, 2022 (x)

VARENNES, Que. — The long driveway is filled to the brim with trucks. Landscapers are there, putting the finishing touches on the new house, and a dock is being put in on this refreshingly breezy July day about 40 minutes southwest of Montreal.

Knowing there’d be no room to squeeze another car into the driveway, Marc-Andre Fleury is outside at the edge of his garage to greet his guest with the friendliness that has long been the signature of the jovial, gregarious man affectionately known throughout the hockey world as “Flower.”

Fleury has a stick in his hand and is fiddling with a foam puck when he spots me zigzagging past the work trucks.

“Welcome,” Fleury says, smiling wide and flashing his perfectly white teeth.

Fleury extends his right hand, then opens the door to his home: “After you.”

“Have you eaten? Can I make you a sandwich?” Fleury, with a French-Canadian accent, asks.

When I politely decline, Fleury says, “How about some water? Natural or sparkling?”

Fleury pours two glasses of San Pellegrino and grabs a peanut butter CLIF bar for himself.

He has just gotten home from a workout. There are still six days remaining on his Minnesota Wild contract after he was acquired from the Chicago Blackhawks before last season’s trade deadline. But Fleury is wearing a black Vegas Golden Knights T-shirt, left over from his four-year career there that included a Vezina Trophy and an unexpected trip to the Stanley Cup Final in the organization’s inaugural year.

“Well, it was free,” Fleury, laughing hard, says when explaining the shirt.

He opens a glass door to a back patio, then sits on a wicker couch. He crisscrosses his legs and begins petting his Goldendoodle, Fiston.

“We lost our other Golden at Christmas,” Fleury says. “It was hard on the kids. You know … they’re always there. It’s hard to lose a dog.”

Fleury looks up, takes a deep breath, then a bite of the CLIF bar. He stares through a picture-perfect canopy of green trees and toward the St. Lawrence River 100 yards away. A cargo ship that says “DULUTH, MINNESOTA” is slowly cruising west to east past his property. The ship has navigated all the way from Lake Superior through the Great Lakes and is on its way to the Atlantic Ocean.

“Peaceful, isn’t it?” Fleury says as he massages the neck of a very content Fiston.

Fleury, even at 37 and after 19 NHL seasons, still loves every minute of being a hockey player and is excited about what lies ahead. But at this moment, this is his happy place and he’s contemplating all the possibilities of what’s on that ship, where it has come from and where it may be going.

Europe? Africa? Asia? South America?

“All day, every day, those ships go by,” Fleury says. “Cool, isn’t it?”

When the super-athletic, acrobatic eventual Hall of Famer and the man who kicks off The Athletic’s NHL99 project as the 100th-best player in the NHL’s modern era isn’t stopping pucks, winning games, playing practical jokes on his teammates, hanging with his wife and playing with his three children, this is a glimpse into his life.

On this day, hours before Fleury would decide to forgo free agency and re-sign with the Wild for two years, he is relaxed, downright hospitable and reflective about where he’s come from and what he thinks his NHL legacy will be.

When reminded about his three Stanley Cup championships with the Pittsburgh Penguins, his five All-Star Game appearances, his Vezina and Jennings trophies and the fact that in NHL history only Martin Brodeur and Patrick Roy have won more than his 520 regular-season and 92 playoff games, Fleury smiles, blushes and stares once more at the blue St. Lawrence River.

“It’s hard to believe,” he says. “It’s surreal. Those were my heroes.”

Fleury grew up in the small town of Sorel-Tracy, Que. — 50 kilometers from his current home.

Surrounded by cornfields and cattle farms, Fleury lived on one end of a long road. On the other end of the same road was the home of Veronique LaRose, who used to play hockey with Fleury’s younger sister, Marylene.

Fleury has known Veronique since they were in elementary school. At 14 years old, he was so shy he didn’t have the nerve to ask her to be his date at a school dance. He had his sister ask Veronique instead. They went to the dance and really began dating later in their teenage years.

This summer, Marc-Andre and Veronique celebrated their 10-year wedding anniversary after being together the 10 years before that.

Their two daughters, 9-year-old Estelle and 7-year-old Scarlett, learned to skate when Dad played in Vegas and are both hockey players. Their 3-year-old son, James, is starting to love hockey for different reasons.

“He loves going to the games because he likes popcorn and eating snacks,” Fleury says, laughing. “I’m like my dad was with me. I don’t push hockey on them. I never will. If they love it, they’ll play.”

Fleury’s dad, Andre, was a hard-working man, a carpenter who built a lot of homes in Sorel-Tracy.

“Every day, long hours,” Fleury says. “Sweating in the summer, freezing in the winter.”

Andre lost his right eye when he was 6 playing hockey. He took a stick to the face in a weekend tournament, “and back then, there was no doctor to treat him over the weekend.”

“But,” Fleury continues, “he loved hockey.”

Andre had a sense of humor about losing his eye. He’d always tell his son to keep his “eye” on the puck, pun intended. And he continued to play hockey, only he moved to right wing so he could see oncoming checkers with his left eye “so he wouldn’t get hammered,” Fleury says, laughing at the thought.

Andre died three years ago at 63 of lung cancer.

What’s so tragic about it, Fleury says, is that Andre “smoked — smoked a lot,” but when his own dad — Fleury’s grandfather — died of lung cancer, he quit cold turkey. Then years later, having not smoked all the while, Andre was diagnosed with the disease that killed his father.

“My dad took me to every practice, all the tournaments, but he never pushed me toward hockey,” Fleury says. “He always told me to just have fun and work hard. In the summer, he didn’t make me play hockey. Soccer, baseball — he was just as happy watching me play. It was good how he never pushed it on me. He just let me fall in love with it naturally.”

Allan Walsh, Fleury’s longtime agent and friend, witnessed how much the loss affected Fleury.

“His dad was very quiet and worked his ass off for his family,” Walsh says. “You could see in his eyes what Andre meant to Marc. When things weren’t going well in hockey, Marc would reach out to his dad and have a conversation, and his dad gave him advice. And it always, always made a difference.”

And then there’s Fleury’s mom, France, who has six siblings. She’s a dental hygienist, which may explain her boy’s great teeth.

“She’s on me all the time about them,” Fleury says. “One time, after I had braces, I did a flip on a trampoline, landed on my teeth and they all caved in. I had to get braces again and she was like, ‘What are you doing to your beautiful teeth?’”

Fleury is one of the friendliest, most affable athletes in hockey. Just watch him in pregame warmups and the way he waves at fans, poses for pictures and allows fans to throw jerseys at him for autographs as he stretches.

He gets all this from his mom, who has the exact same smile as her son.

“My mom is always in a light mood, always happy, smiling, helping people,” Fleury says. “Family is big in my life. Every summer, we have a big party with all my family we don’t get to see a lot during the season.”

Fleury’s sister is two years younger. He says they fought a lot growing up, but when he left at age 14 to play midget and then 15 to go to Cape Breton for major junior, the distance brought his sister and him closer than ever. They missed each other desperately and today are as close as can be.

In fact, any chance they get, Fleury and his sister will go on the ice to play hockey.

“It’s one of my favorite things to do,” Fleury says.

If you know anything about Fleury, you know he’s one of the NHL’s biggest practical jokers.

Nobody is safe.

Former Golden Knights teammate Jonathan Marchessault says the hardest thing is Fleury’s “sneaky about it” then “denies it till he dies.”

He’s been known for cutting laces on skates and hiding in equipment bags.

Dontcha know, payback is best served with 7 rolls of clear tape! 😈

🌸 pranks longtime friend, Sidney Crosby, during the #NHLMediaTour.#mnwild pic.twitter.com/CyPgfmBknI

— Minnesota Wild (@mnwild) September 20, 2022

At the 2022 NHL Media Tour, Fleury got old Penguins teammate Sidney Crosby good by taking seven rolls of tape and binding Crosby’s gear up into a ball. In 2011, Fleury was the ringleader of a famous scheme revealed on “Road to the Winter Classic” when a handful of Penguins veterans played a rookie prank on Mark Letestu and Ben Lovejoy by sneaking into their hotel room while at dinner and removing every piece of furniture and reconfiguring it in the hallway.

“I like hotel rooms,” Fleury says, smiling wryly. “You know, guys go out to dinner, you’ve got some time and you put everything in the hallway or just make a big tornado in there. I like getting in the room and messing with everything.”

Fleury has learned how to manipulate a toilet. He’ll sneak into a teammate’s hotel room, unplug the rubber refill tube in the tank, then just barely position the end of the hose so it’s resting under the lid. Inevitably, when a teammate goes to the bathroom and flushes, he’ll get pummeled with water directly to the stomach.

“And it’s not like a water pistol where it’s one spray,” Walsh says, laughing. “This lasts 20 seconds, and when you’re in an enclosed, tight hotel bathroom, there’s nowhere to go. You can’t go left, right. You can’t get out of the way. The water’s just coming at you and coming at you.”

Before Game 7 of the 2009 Stanley Cup Final, the game in which Fleury made the miraculous game-saving stop on Nicklas Lidstrom in the dying seconds, Fleury went back to the MGM Grand in Detroit after the morning skate. He was trying to take a pregame nap, but in the room next to him, several people were partying. They were loud, drinking and playing music, and the noise caused Fleury to toss and turn for two hours before the most important game of his life.

At 3:45, Fleury put on his suit, but before heading to the team bus, he took a waste basket, filled it with water, leaned it on the door of the room next to him, banged on the door, sprinted down the hallway and, just as he turned the corner, he heard the door open and somebody scream.

Yes, before Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final, Fleury played an epic prank on a complete stranger in the next room.

“I remember once getting in his car and the entire car is full of giant bags of confetti,” Walsh says. “I had to sit with this massive bag of confetti on my lap that went all the way to the roof. I go, “I’ve got to ask you, what the f— is this?’ And he goes, ‘I have some plans,’ with that big Flower smile.”

In his early days in Pittsburgh, Fleury roomed with Marc Bergevin, one of the league’s biggest pranksters during his playing days. Bergevin once came back to the room at night and placed a book with an enticing title on the nightstand between their beds. The rookie threw the remote control to Bergevin, which was common in the old days. Bergevin went to the bathroom, kept the door ajar and laughed out loud when he heard his roomie scream. Fleury had picked up the book, looking at the front cover, then the back, then opened the book and got the shock of a lifetime.

Literally. Fleury was jolted by the prank book.

“Berge used to do little tricks all the time,” Fleury says. “He taught me well.”

It’s hard to believe the youthful Fleury is 37 years old and 32 victories from passing Roy for second all-time in the regular season.

Walsh remembers June 21, 2003, like it was yesterday.

The night before the draft, Walsh hosted a party with Fleury, his family and his other draft-eligible clients and family members. They had no idea what team would select Fleury.

But on draft day, Walsh received a call with a scoop. The Panthers, three years after acquiring Roberto Luongo at the 2000 draft, were planning to trade the No. 1 overall pick and another pick to the Penguins for the Nos. 3 and 55 picks and winger Mikael Samuelsson. The reason? The Penguins wanted Fleury.

Walsh was meeting Fleury in the lobby of their hotel four blocks from the arena.

“I took Flower aside and told him, ‘I have some information, but I don’t want to ruin in any way this experience for you. So if you want to be surprised, I know where you’re going and I know what team is taking you, but I don’t want to tell you unless you want to know,’” Walsh recalls. “He goes, ‘Tell me, tell me, tell me.’ I said, ‘You sure,” and he yells, ‘F—ing tell me!’

Walsh told him he was going No. 1 overall to the Penguins.

“He looked right through me, like I could actually see the different swirling thoughts going through his mind the whole time,” Walsh says. “He was speechless for 10 seconds. He finally goes, ‘Geeeeeezzzzz.’”

Fleury asked: “What do we do now?”

“I said, ‘For starters, I think we should get our ass to the rink,’” Walsh says.

During that four-block walk, Fleury got bombarded by autograph and photo seekers. It was boiling hot outside. Finally, Walsh put his hand on Fleury’s waist and ushered him along. They got to their seats 10 minutes before the draft started and were soaked with sweat from the sweltering Nashville heat.

“Marc literally had sweat dripping from his forehead and a drenched shirt when his name was called,” Walsh says.

Fleury made the Penguins as an 18-year-old, a huge jump going from major junior to the NHL. Of course, this is the same guy who jumped from bantam AA to major junior.

In his NHL debut, he stopped 46 of 48 shots in a 3-0 loss.

“Those were tough years,” says Ed Olczyk, Fleury’s first coach with the Penguins. “The plan was to rid ourselves of all of our assets — the Robert Langs and Marty Strakas — and build from the draft knowing that we had no goalies coming and no center-icemen. We knew Florida didn’t need a goalie, so Craig (Patrick) moved up to assure we got a guy we all thought we could build from the goal crease out.

“Flower was so infectious. His love of the game, his smile, his personality, his skill level, it was all there under one umbrella.”

But the Penguins were an unstable organization at that point, bleeding money and shuttling Fleury back and forth to the minors or to the 2004 world juniors, then permanently back to Cape Breton so they wouldn’t have to pay his bonuses.

“He was upset and emotional,” Olczyk remembers. “I remember him saying to me with tears in his eyes, ‘I don’t want my bonuses. You can keep them. Just let me stay.’ Those were hard conversations because I wanted him there, too.”

There was a lot of losing in those early years in Pittsburgh. But after drafting Fleury in 2003, the Penguins landed Evgeni Malkin, Crosby and Jordan Staal in the first rounds of the next three drafts.

“Those were three great players to build up the middle with, but at the beginning, we were losing a lot,” Fleury says. “That was hard because you see in the paper the No. 1 pick can’t stop a puck and is losing all the time. That’s when I learned to stop reading the paper, which was tough. All my life, my dad and me, we always got the newspaper and read all the sports in the news.”

But Fleury persevered, began winning games and helped backstop a very special Penguins team to the pinnacle.

Marc-Andre Fleury saved 4️⃣8️⃣ of 5️⃣0️⃣ shots in Games 6 & 7 of the 2009 Stanley Cup Final. 🧱 🌸 🏆#StanleyCupNBCSN | @penguins pic.twitter.com/pSpGurZo1c

— NBC Sports Hockey (@NBCSportsHockey) June 9, 2020

“At the end of the day, I just want to win,” Fleury says. “But what I’ve found out over time, when I smile, when I’m having fun, then I play better.”

Like his mom, Fleury may always be smiling, but he’s a fierce competitor. There are so many stories from Pittsburgh about his battles every practice with Crosby. But it’s his fun style on the ice and that off-ice demeanor that has allowed him to galvanize franchise bases — especially in Vegas after he willingly went there as the Golden Knights’ expansion goaltender — and why he’s so popular, so beloved, league-wide.

Just look at last season, when he won his 500th game and recorded his 69th shutout in Montreal. The Canadiens had such a bad season, it quite frankly may have been the highlight of their season when Canadiens fans serenaded Fleury in the final minute by chanting his name.

“I didn’t expect that,” Fleury says. “I mean, I grew up a Habs fan. They were always my favorite team. It was pretty amazing.”

Fleury simply loves playing hockey. It’s why he signed on for two more years with the Wild.

“When you win Cups, it’s something you always chase to do it again,” he says. “I’m just fortunate that I can still do it, to play for this long. Had some injuries, but nothing too devastating. I feel lucky. I feel like I got to do what I love for so long.”

Fleury then leads a tour of his house. In the basement, there are paintings on canvas of some of his proudest moments, as well as posters, years and years of pads and all of his masks — not just from the NHL but also from when he was a kid and in junior. There are also special ones that used to belong to Brodeur and Roy.

He also has keepsakes from his dad, who saved many pictures and newspaper articles highlighting the boy he was so proud of.

“Look at his numbers and the longevity and the success individually, the success of the teams he’s played on — part of three Stanley Cup champions. This is a slam-dunk, no-brainer Hall of Famer,” Olczyk says. “The young man that’s become a man and everything he’s been able to accomplish in the game and in his family speaks for itself. It’s hard not to like and love the guy.”

#marc andre fleury #pittsburgh penguins #minnesota wild #article

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maximumwobblerbanditdonut · 9 months

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We know that Sam always imitates others, his visit to Manhattan Retailer Broadway Spirits may want to imitate Conor McGregor who visited the store last March for the St. Patrick’s Day launch 🚀 of Proper 12 Irish Apple 🍏

So, We’ll wait for Megha Duggal president of store Broadway Spirits a photo with Sam Heughan, and his Wild Scottish Gin 💁‍♂️ because everything suggests she likes apples a lot 🍏

@winston1crappy He's an athlete, not a street fighter. He’s one of the highest-paid athletes in the world in MMA and became the first Division 2 champion of the UFC, one of Sam's favourite sports. In business, SH wants to have McGregor's significant impact on his earnings and McGregor's whisky popularity but Conor's whisky is so popular because is that there’s no single way to enjoy it - Like Sam, McGregor has also a training program.

And Sam Heughan enjoys imitating Conor McGregor’s walk

It’s good that you are familiar with Conor McGregor’s career and stand by your statement, now you know who Sam imitates on every level.

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ogdencollegerp · 10 months

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MARCH 5TH - MARCH 18TH

INVESTIGATION NEWS

The recent news story that broke a few weeks ago explaining the investigation team believed had Penny been murdered due to awareness of why Greer left had everyone on campus shaken. Not only was it now public knowledge that someone on campus had overheard such a thing, they also knew someone had mentioned Greer’s potential trip to Portugal - and in all likelihood, neither of these people were even the same person who had thrown Link under the bus with the mysterious G, something that was seemingly only known to students. The list of people Ogden College students could trust was growing shorter and shorter. Even THE GOLDEN GIRL, who had held so many of their secrets in her hands couldn’t be trusted, if what had been reported about her time capsule video accusing her own boyfriend of steroid use could be believed. And who knew what else that video contained ?? If only someone - other than G - could get their hands on the full thing.

ooc; if your character wishes to report something, they may do so in an ask to the main.

CAMPUS NEWS & EVENTS

Don't get too excited about the rapidly approaching Spring Break at the end of March - remember, school comes first !!! Students will be having midterm projects, exams, or presentations taking place March 20th-24th, so be sure to attend those last few classes in order to be fully prepped for them.

The weekend before midterms, the school has decided to host Donovan Hart, celebrity therapist and host of "Hart of the Matter" to do a special on the tragedies that have occurred at Ogden this year - both the disappearance of Greer Morrison and the death of Penelope Klein, and how students are dealing with them. Stay tuned for the ic task post !!!

ATHLETIC GAMES

WOMEN’S LACROSSE - Wednesday evening, March 8th

BASEBALL - Saturday afternoon, March 11th

MEN’S LACROSSE - Thursday evening, March 17th

SOFTBALL - Saturday afternoon, March 18th

SOCIAL EVENTS

ST PADDY'S DAY BAR CRAWL

WHAT: St Patrick's on a Friday ?? Excellent - that means students will be waking up early that weekend (if they manage to after drinking that evening...) to have a bar crawl thru town, of course decked out in their best green ensembles.

WHERE: Dive bars across the town of Ogden

WHEN: March 18th, all day long

EVENTS IN TOWN

St. Patrick's Day Parade - go to the main town square to get the best few of the St. Paddy's parade on Friday the 17th !!!

BIRTHDAYS THIS WEEK

@cara-mrrsn & @lukemrrison's 20th on the 13th

@logiyande's 21st on the 18th

#ogdenbulletin

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stairnaheireann · 2 years

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#OTD in 1994 – Death of Irish patriot, Michael Flannery, in New York City.

The fight of the Irish against the British was the great theme of Mr. Flannery’s life. As a boy of 14 in Ireland, he joined the Irish Volunteers and learned to fire a machine gun behind a monastery cloister. In 1970, after 43 years in the United States, he was one of the founders of the Irish Northern Aid Committee, which says it is a charitable organisation for the children of British political…

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#1916 Easter Rising #British Occupation #Clan Na Gael #Co. Tipperary #Cumann na Saoirse Naisiunta #England #Gaelic Athletic Association #Grand Marshall #Gun-running #History of Ireland #IRA #Irish History #Irish Volunteer #Michael Flannery #New York St. Patrick&039;s Day Parade #North of Ireland #Northern Ireland #Tipperary Men&039;s Association #United Ireland

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cagenewman · 1 year

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A LIL ABOUT ME…

What is your character’s full name?: Cage Lucas Newman.

When were they born?: St. Patrick’s Day (March 17th), 1986 in Merrock.

What are their parent’s names?: Jason (father, deceased) and Victoria (mother, deceased).

Do they have any brothers or sisters?: Cage is the middle child, with a younger sister, Clementine, and older brother, Kellan.

What kind of eyes do they have?: Startlingly blue, light eyes that he’s very good at using to get what he wants.

What kind of hair do they have?: Right now, it’s very dark blonde, almost brown, and wavy, a few inches long.

What is their complexion like?: Like worn sandpaper; he has nice skin, but it’s definitely rough and callused. He freckles in the sunshine, and has a number of moles and scars.

What body type are they?: Stocky, for the most part. Athletic and strong, but he’s built in a sort of ‘stacked’ way.

What is listening to their voice like?: Traveling down an old dirt road in the countryside. His voice is so deep that it’s surprising at times, but it’s very soothing, and has been called a little sexy, too.

What do they hate most about themselves?: He wishes he was a little more disciplined about his physique, for sure.

Do they have a favorite quote?: “It doesn’t hurt to feel sad from time to time.” – Willie Nelson.

What sort of music do they enjoy?: Country, but old country – 70s, 80s, 90s, the stuff his dad liked to listen to. He’ll listen to just about everything, though, isn’t really picky.

Have/would they ever cheat(ed) on a partner?: He’s never cheated on a partner, no. He’s been in open relationships or flirtationships or whatever they are called, but has never cheated.

Have they been cheated on by a partner?: To his knowledge, no.

Have they ever lost someone close to them?: Yes. Cage has lost both his father and his mother at this point.

What is their favorite sound?: Nature. There is no one sound that he loves more than any other, anything that reminds him of being outside, being around the people that he loves in the middle of a field on his farm.

Are they judgmental of others?: Nah, Cage is very live and let live in his life. Why bother to spend that time judging someone who doesn’t care what you think?

Have they ever been drunk?: Far too often, although he doesn’t tend to overdo it now in his ‘old age.’

What are they like when they stay up all night?: His crew knows if he’s stayed up too late the night before because he’ll be in his office, door closed, lights off to catch up on paperwork… or sleep on the couch. If he’s on a job site, he’s absolutely chugging coffee to stay awake.

Have they ever been arrested?: He’s been hauled into the drunk tank a couple of times. And although never formally charged, he did get taken in for a bar fight once.

What evokes strong memories for them?: Blueberries and high school football games.

What do they do on rainy days?: Rainy days are the ones that he spends working in the work shop, catching up on projects. If he’s at home, he spends his time watching TV or movies, normally with Colton.

What religion are they?: Raised Catholic, Cage attended church as a kid, but once he got older, he lost his faith. Namely when he lost his father as an adult. He hasn’t been to church much since then.

What word do they overuse the most?: “Colt!”

What do they wear to bed?: Flannel pants and not much else; he tosses his sweatshirt on the chair near his bed to throw on in the morning, though. Too chilly sometimes.

Do they have any tattoos or piercings?: No, neither.

What type of clothing are they most comfortable in?: Jeans, a plain white t-shirt, a flannel plaid shirt unbuttoned and work boots.

What is their most disliked food?: He’s not super into asparagus.

Do they have any enemies?: Not really, no. Although he does have a hard time being nice to McMansion owners.

What does their writing look like?: It’s not as bad as someone would expect, but it’s definitely kind of fitting for someone in construction who writes on 2x4s most of the time.

What disgusts them?: Those fucking McMansions.

#merrockdevelopment #all about cage

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hopeless-weakness · 2 years

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2022 Books I’ve Read

85/150

The Four Leaf by Lee Jacquot

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Trigger Warnings include:

primal play

I won’t be sweet, soft, or anything remotely close to gentle. This will be years of pent-up desire, unleashed in a way that will leave you a f!cking mess.

Samantha and Adrian grew up together, in the walls of a hotel their families owned and ran together. When it was time for them to grow up, and go off into the real world, Samantha stayed behind to run the hotel, while Adrian went off to become a well loved rugby player. Their friendship never faltered. Years of calls and facetimes, before every one of his games. They missed one? He lost. She wasn’t his lucky charm…he just couldn’t get his mind off of her. That friendship though? It had become much more for both of them. But of course, they stayed silent about it. Until one lucky day, St. Patrick's Day, when Adrian comes home between games. I was NOT expecting that switch to Adrian’s POV. Our charming athlete has a very dirty mind. And all his thoughts are about his Bambi. The only thing he’s more afraid of than losing their friendship if he makes a move? Scaring her off with his sexual urges. He puts it to the test when they play hide and seek like they did as kids. And when she says they should play tag? They’re both all in.

Bambi count: 18

My Favorite Quotes:

• “I have one, and I like to lick them, but I’m not one.”

• “Wherever you hide, I will find you.”

• “If you weren’t meant to see it, don’t you think I would have stopped?”

• “I want to know what my name sounds like when you come.”

• “You’ve never hidden from me before. Don’t start now.”

• “I need your eyes on me when I’m touching you.”

• “Run.”

• “I keep what I catch.”

7/10 BDSM

9/10 Dirty Birdy

9/10 Friends to Lovers

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Across the Universe

**Part Three of the Defy the Stars Trilogy**

Soulmates!AU • College! AU(kinda) • Happy Ending

Read Chapter Nine here!

In which Yuri and Patrick have a quiet moment together.

Posting every Friday at 5:00, chapter preview below the cut

Phichit was heavier than Yuri expected him to be. He didn't know why he thought Phichit would be light, though. Wasn’t everyone on TV always talking about how heavy bodies were when they had to cart them around? And yeah, Phichit was an athlete, but that just meant he was all muscle. And muscle was dense. Patrick fumbled with their apartment keys and Yuri readjusted his grip on his roommate.

His very, very drunk roommate.

It had been easier, before, when Phichit was a high schooler, for him and Patrick and Theia to send out mass texts ahead of parties to all their friends with a picture of Phichit and an all caps warning not to serve him. And, of course, he literally couldn’t get into Backbeat. Theoretically, yes he could; he had a fake ID, but the bouncers knew him. They knew they couldn’t let him in. But now it was different. Now Phichit was eighteen and a freshman and no one could morally deny him for fear of being a hypocrite. Lord knew Yuri and Patrick and Theia had all had their moments of poor decisions their freshman year. Phichit had to live and learn for himself.

But why did it have to be Yuri that half-carried him home? What had he done to deserve this?

Patrick slid the key into the lock and swung the door open, then rushed to open Phichit’s door ahead of Yuri. Yuri could have sworn his muscles sighed in relief when he finally dumped his Phichit on his bed. He was lucky Patrick was around to help. And, to be fair, Patrick had helped carried Phichit here. He’d just been the one to manage the keys at the door because it was only when they’d punched in the code at the front door and come inside that Yuri belatedly realized that his actual keys were still in his jacket pocket.

His jacket, which was currently hanging in the front hall closet of Over the Rainbow.

He’d almost broken down crying in the hallway right then and there, but Patrick thought to pat down Yuri’s roommate on the off chance his keys were in his pocket and the two of them had gotten very, very lucky.

Shoulder to shoulder now, Yuri stood with Patrick and surveyed their friend, passed out on the bed without a care in the world.

“Should we take his shoes off?” Patrick asked.

Yuri sighed.

“Yeah, probably,” he agreed.

They each grabbed a shoe and tugged, then placed the pair gently down on the floor at the foot of the bed. On silent agreement, Yuri peeled off Phichit’s socks, and Patrick moved around to the side of the bed to lift up Phichit and peel back the covers. They tucked him in together and lapsed into silence as they once again stared down at Phichit, trying to figure out if there was anything else they needed to do.

“Oh!” Patrick exclaimed softly after a minute, and then he jogged out of the room. Yuri leaned out the door to peer after him, but his ex was back a minute later, carrying the trash bin from Phichit’s bathroom.

“He’s gonna need this,” Patrick said once he was back.

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