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Penalty Box Series— Quinn Hughes Edition (Seven)

23-24 Season Masterlist

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OCTOBER 31, 2023

again: THESE STATS ARE BASED OFF THE ACTUAL DAY!

p.s. i skipped the rags game

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yourusername welcome back to my postgame penalty box update show: WHO RUNS THE WORLD? QUINN! edition!

with his first assist on laffy taffy's goal, quinn got his 250th career point! this makes him the second fastest active defenseman to reach 250 points in under 300 games! he did it in 292 games, which equaled the 12th fewest of all time!

but let's not forget the other two assists tonight! his three assists tonight gave him his 48th career multi-point game, his 19th three point game, and his 14th three assists game! he now has 18 total career assists against nashville, which ties his total against the oilers for the most assists he has against any one team! (note that he's played the oilers more because of the 20-21 season where van played them 10 times)

john said that it's "a hughes lead in the east and the west" during the game, and here's why:

quinn has 11 points, so he is 1st for dmen, and tied for 7th overall! he also has a (+/-) of +11, which leads THE ENTIRE LEAGUE!

jack leads the entire league in points AND assists with 18 and 13, and luke is tied for second for all rookies in points and assists!

quinn and luke are tied for 4th in power play points for dmen overall, luke is 2nd for all rookies, and jack is tied for 1st for all skaters!

i’m so proud of my nuckies for their 5-2 win against the preds, my brothers, and most of all, my best friend💙 i love you way past infinity!

p.s. PETEY! MY BLONDE KING! INSTEAD OF GOING TRICK-OR-TREATING, YOU WENT HAT-TRICKING! congratulations on your second career hatty, and your first at home! i love you, and i’m so proud of you! keep an eye out for your hatty medal in the mail!

p.s.s. quinn is the first player in CANUCKS HISTORY to have a +10 rating during the first seven games! i asked for a record breaking season, and i’m getting it!

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_quinnhughes oh you and your stats (i love you way past beyond💙)

yourusername it's a flex!! be proud!! the girlies love a self confident man!!

oliviaabonn yes we do🤍

yourusername see! (@/oliviaabonn i miss you)

oliviaabonn (@/yourusername i miss you)

_quinnhughes alright point taken! i am proud of myself

yourusername woooowwww, cocky much?

_quinnhughes i should've seen that coming

user65 ALL HAIL THE SKATE JERSEYS

jackhughes ME?? GETTING PRAISE IN A QUINN POST?? WHO ARE YOU??

yourusername "thank you, sissy! i love you and my biggest accomplishment is being your twin brother/soulmate" (jack) "you're so welcome, jacky boy! i love you more <3" (me)

jackhughes sure

yourusername you're so good to me🥰

trevorzegras @/jackhughes you're so well spoken

jackhughes @/trevorzegras thanks, man! i’m proud to be eloquent

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes you googled that word, didn't you?

jackhughes @_quinnhughes you can't even prove that, can you?

user76 I'M LOVING CANUCKS HOCKEY

user52 who needs sports net to tell me stats when i have sissy?

yourusername they should hire me fr

_eliaspettersson i don't get my medal specially delivered in person? i see how it is... it's a good thing i love you, too, sissy

yourusername blame my fiancé!

_eliaspettersson you're coming to see us play the stars!

yourusername OH YEAH THAT IS SOON

trevorzegras @/yourusername did you just forget a stars game?!

_quinnhughes @/yourusername who are you and what have you done with my sister?

_eliaspettersson @/trevorzegras @_quinnhughes don't attack her while i’m trying to get my medal

yourusername i’m having a crisis

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes @_eliaspettersson she's not kidding she just screamed into my shirt

_eliaspettersson @/trevorzegras so be nicer to her

colecaufield @_quinnhughes petey and sissy are your matthew and sissy, aren't they?

_quinnhughes @/colecaufield i don't want to talk about it

canucks we love our boys!

yourusername WE REALLY DO!!

user6 HUGHES NATION RISE

lhughes_06 thank you, sissy! i love you and my biggest accomplishment is being your little brother❤️

jackhughes what is the reason for ass kissing? she holds no power over you

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes she holds secrets

yourusername awww! i love you, too, lukey moosey! it's an honor being your big sister❤️

_quinnhughes this was supposed to be my post and it was barely even my caption

yourusername @_quinnhughes it was 87.5% your pictures! 88.888889% if you count the penalty count!

_quinnhughes @/yourusername i do not

yourusername @_quinnhughes it was 87.5% your pictures! not including the one of you and demmer, that's 75% your pictures! and out of 22 sentences, 13 are just pertaining to you and only you, which is 59.091%, and 2 more include you, which brings you up to 15 sentences making the caption 68.1818% yours! so out of 22 sentences and we'll say 8 pictures (30 parts), 19 parts are only about you which makes the post 63.333% JUST yours, and 22/30 parts include you, which makes the post 73.333% about you! AND only one pic is a meme!

_quinnhughes @/yourusername ... thank you

yourusername @_quinnhughes you're welcome, huggy!💙

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes she did that with her own calculator and everything

_alexturcotte when they do math for you>🥵

yourusername @_alexturcotte ;)

user12 did sissy just... spitefully show love?

user99 how has no one addressed the fact that sissy has been calling sam lafferty "laffy taffy"😭 she hasn't even met him that's so cute

yourusername i facetimed quinn to meet everyone new to the team so that i could get their interests for their goodie bags! he loves his nickname!

user99 STOP THAT'S SO CUTE

colecaufield where's my praise, mm? i set an nhl record this season!

yourusername p.s.s.s. SHOUTOUT TO MY BEST FRIEND NUMBER TWO FOR NOW HOLDING THE NHL RECORD FOR FEWEST GAMES TO SCORE SIX CAREER OT GOALS! HE DID IT IN 130 GAMES! he has surpassed brayden point, who's record was 190! i love you, and i’m so proud! (p.s.s.s.s. i’m glad your surgery went well @.kdach77 ! your care package has been mailed! i love you!)

colecaufield i don't even get the caption?! and it's not even all about me?! i see how it is

yourusername quinn already had an aneurysm! i don't think i wanna kill him! and kirby died! i love him!

kdach77 @/yourusername thank you, sister hughes! i love you, too!

_quinnhughes @/yourusername THINK?!

yourusername @_quinnhughes sometimes you get on my nerves

yourusername @/kdach77 MWAH🤍

jackhughes HA

trevorzegras my girl is so sweet❤️ i love you, forever

_alexturcotte y/n deserves a nobel peace prize for how kind she is❤️

lhughes_06 i’m so glad i have a role model like sissy❤️

yourusername i love my fans <3 (@/trevorzegras i love you, always❤️)

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Imagine Erik Lensherr writing you secret letters, and you finding out that it was him.

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the moment that we met.

That’s how the first letter had started. It was written with spirit, though not too much flourish. Not cursive, but the letters seemed to be connected, put down in one sweep. It wasn’t handwriting that you recognized. Nor was the language like anything you had heard people here speak like. Except perhaps Charles, he always was eloquent, but you knew his handwriting. It wasn’t him.

I remember when you stood next to me, and all I could think of was how lucky I was to have you so near...

That’s how the second letter had started. Like the first, there had been no name. It wasn’t by accident. They were keeping you guessing. You had your hopes on who it could be. Casting your mind back to everyone that you had stood beside recently. You asked Charles if he knew who wrote them. He said he couldn’t help you. His eyes sparkled when he spoke though. He knew. There was no way he didn’t.

There’s no way that I can’t be happy, for I know that you exist, even if we are only friends....

That was the third letter. The one that lead you to him. There’d been a stain on the upper left corner, a stain that smelt of beer. Charles didn’t keep alcohol in the mansion. But there was one man who did go to bars often, who might have had these words inside of his heart. Not Logan, he was too rough, he’d never write you letters. But Erik?

He was sitting alone, a piece of paper on the table in front of him, a pen in hand, a beer by the side. He didn’t see you come in. You looked over his shoulder to see what he was working on. Same handwriting. Same language.

I’ve known evil, but I’ve never truly seen things as good and bad. But everything that is associated with you must be good. So I try, I try my best to be the same, be on the right side, just for you...

“You write as if I’m perfect,” You said. He froze up in place, his back tensing. You could see his shoulders stiffening beneath the shirt that he wore. “I’m not. Everyone has a different perception of what it means to be good. Yours might be different from mine. But I do still think you’re very good.”

“I don’t think the same of myself,” Erik replied, moving the chair next to him so that you could sit down. You did. The smooth wooden surface was cool underneath you, compared to the heat of the day outside. “And I know many don’t think that either.”

“The masses are usually stupid,” You told him. “And wrong. You put your heart in these letters, made yourself vulnerable even without putting down a name. That’s a good and beautiful thing. I kept them all.” You tapped the paper he was writing on. “I’ll keep this one too, as long as you sign it.”

He ran his fingers through his short hair, a sign of stress. Vulnerable. Like you had said. He was caught. He was in your hands. And he wasn’t trying to escape. After a minute, he finally did put his name on the bottom of a letter for the first time. He slid it to you. You took it and folded it up, putting it inside of your pocket.

“Thank you,” You said, smiling. “I love them. I had hoped it was you since the first one. You have a way with words. Created a net with them and snared my heart.”

His usually intense face softened i a way you hadn’t seen before. A smile. Like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. He risked putting an arm around the back of the chair that you were sitting on and you more than allowed it, leaning in and putting your head upon his shoulder. He might be better with a pen than his mouth sometimes, but it was the words that were important, not how you got them.

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𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑥 𝑉𝑖𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑛 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟!

𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ-𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚?

18+/Virgin Reader/half-rape?/submissive reader/Geto Is an asshole/ Geto doesn't give a fuck about your virginity

Sorry for any errors! This story is translated from italian!

|𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍|

The feeling of being trapped was an experience you regularly confronted.

It was as if the walls were closing around you, depriving you of the vital air. Each breath became an act of resistance, and a tangle of emotions lurked in your chest. It was like swallowing a scrawl, unbearable and oppressive nestled between your lungs and your throat, not allowing you to live peacefully, continually crushed by a silent oppression.

After years of imprisonment in your prison, your old master had "bought" you through unclear methods.

You imagined that your savior would show compassion, wrapping you in a warm embrace and giving you reassuring caresses.

However, reality turned out to be a stark disappointment.

The hoped-for warmth turned into betrayal.

Liberation, awaited with hope, manifested itself as a "change of chains", an invisible but inexorable bond that still bound you.

The promises of affection, so sweetly coveted by your love-hungry soul, were dissolved in the glacial revelation of the true intentions of that calculating man. Instead of regaining your freedom, you found yourself anchored to a jailer again.

The binding pact became more and more oppressive, an invisible but powerful net that tightened your being to that horrolible man. The power you possessed, though extraordinary, turned out to be a double blade, a gift that had condemned you to a life of dependence and submission.

You were neither completely human nor completely cursed, a mixture of essences that defied conventional categories. Your identity was lost in a maze of uncertainties, and the label of "bastard blood", thrown by your master, sounded like a bitter echo on your head.

Ten years of this covenant turned into an eternity.

You didn't get old, while your master, the architect of your destiny, gave in to human frailty. Her wheelchair was an eloquent symbol of time passing, but to you, trapped in an endless stasis, it represented an eternal prison with no way out.

Ironically, you would have preferred to face the danger of battle, with its thrill and its uncertainty, rather than live this life without prospects, linked to a master who considered you a mere instrument, a "bastard blood" with no name or purpose.

One night, your awakening was abruptly interrupted by a sense of unease.

As you put your feet down from bed, the stifled screams of several people rang out in the air, making you shudder.

The opening of the sliding door of your room revealed a disturbing panorama: dancing flames devoured the wood of the beams, the crackle of the fire resounded in the corridors of the estate.

Your heart was beating fast as you rushed to the exit of the mansion, looking for a way out.

In the midst of the general chaos, the opportunity to escape like a little mouse between the cracks of the walls was inviting. Your beloved freedom materialized around the corner, and the decision to abandon your master to his fate, indifferent to his possible death, began to make you tremble with happiness.

The call of freedom was an irresistible song, an opportunity for redemption from the chains that had held you captive for so long.

As the flames devoured the past, you advanced into an uncertain future, aware that that moment would mark the beginning of a new, and perhaps more authentic, phase of your existence.

Your feet were tingling, your head was light, you didn’t believe it either, just one more little step and...

«Is this how you respect your master’s binding pact?» a voice had called your attention, making you turn in fear.

Among the flames you couldn’t tell where he came from, maybe he was one of the servants? Or one of his henchmen?

You put yourself in an attack position while the thick smoke came through your nostrils, burning your lungs.

«What a naughty girl, waiting for the right moment to unload her master, are you one of those opportunists? Who comes and goes like a cat?».

Your eyes had become darker, you had no intention of talking, you were focused in the tall figure that was making room among the burning rubble.

Her hair was long, and pitch-black. They were very thin threads, which in the night breeze and the mist created by the smoke, had you distracted for a moment.

Was he a... priest?

«Do not be fooled by these robes», his voice was calm, a smile cut his face, in contrast to the pupils without light.

«I warn you...», you had said trembling, maintaining the position of attack.

«oh~», he smiled, «you are free to face me, but I have the feeling that you will lose».

You took a deep breath.

«Don’t worry, I’m on your side», why didn’t you believe it?

«Aren’t you the Jolly of that stupid vile cheap sorcerer? You’re not a very offensive weapon, are you? Indeed, I would say that you are like... Mh... A kind of booster for us sorcerers, an extremely powerful booster».

You had backed up.

«Who are you?»

«Do you want to be free?» your eyes had collided with his, a light had formed in your pupils.

«Did I strike the point?» oh, he did.

«Allow me to assimilate you», he said as he reached out an hand towards you, «and I promise you that I will give to you a worthy life».

Your face had contracted, «Don't you dare! You speak of freedom? This is not freedom!».

The priest’s eyes had become so intense that you swore you could feel his gaze on your skin.

«I am not giving you a real choice. Do you know what will happen to your soul if you don't continue to draw from a cursed fulcrum?» Your heart had lost a few beats.

«Your master is dead, how long will it take before you fall down exhausted? Trudging to death?».

Your breath was fast, he was the one who killed him? Why?

«You are wrong, this is not true».

He had snapped his tongue, his eyebrows raised, «Does the truth hurt, babe?».

«B-babe? , h-how you dare? I have been in this world for much longer than you and anyone miserable human being», you had stammered indignantly.

The man had laughed, a laugh that had almost sweet, but with a bitter aftertaste.

«Mh~, I’m interested», his voice had been low in your ears, causing you a myriad of chills.

You didn’t answer, you were silent, too worried about what came out of his mouth, a statement that scared you.

«Go ahead, look for your freedom out there», his face had bent in a clever smile, he had then made a small note fly at your feet.

«you are free to come and visit me, when you will feel ready, or when you will not be able to resist anymore».

With a snap of his fingers he had vanished into a black and suffocating miasma.

Why weren’t you happy?

You could have been free after all this time, and yet there you were, stunned, standing at the entrance to the temple.

As the building collapsed on itself, the sound of the crackling fire was the only thing you could hear, as well as an unprecedented discomfort.

Your eyes rested on the little card. You had taken it between your fingers, turning it around and studying it.

Geto Suguru.

Was that the name of that strange priest?

Next to his name there was a phone number, the writing was in black and quite small.

Why would he have a business card?

Perplexed, yet emotionally challenged, you had walked the time steps backwards.

Why were you already tired? Why was your vision foggy?

You grinded your teeth, clenched your jaw.

He couldn’t really be right.

The days passed slowly.

You managed to get a hot meal that night, one after a long time. Your coveted freedom had become a nightmare.

You found out, at your expense, that living free in the real world was harder than you thought, and then, we wanted to talk about your mental and physical health?

There were times that you were burning from the inside, attracted by the cursed energy as if you were a moth attracted to the light.

At night you wriggled in pain, clutching that strange guy’s business card.

So, he was a sorcerer? Why did you start caring about it?

Why did you want to see him again? Why did you run desperately to the first pay phone when you found a coin on the ground?

«Temple of the Star Union, how can I help you?»

«Good evening, I umh...», your heart hurt, «Suguru Geto? Umh, he told me to call this number in case I... Emh..»

«Wait in line, we will redirect the call immediately».

You waited for a few seconds while you squeezed the phone until your knuckles turned white.

«Yes?» his voice, modified by the phone, had destabilized you for a moment.

«I am not here to waste time, explain your request quickly», he seemed bored, while he treated you with a tone of sufficence.

«Umh, you told me to call you, then I-».

«Babe! Is it you?!» his tone of voice had changed, he suddenly seemed so interested.

Leaving aside the nickname he gived you, you said a dry and insecure «Yes».

«Oh~, I’m glad to hear you. Have you changed your mind?» His voice made a strange effect on you, something you’d never felt before, was it... desire?

«Are you sick? Poor baby»

Your salivation was decreasing, your mouth was kneaded, and all you did was swallow.

Of course you were sick, and you would have done anything to stop that pain.

«I beg you, make it stop», you had prayed him weeping, «it hurts so much».

Your eyes were filled with tears, you were so ashamed: you had denied his help and now you crawled from him like a worm.

In the end, Suguru predicted what would be inevitable, and now here you are begging for help.

Pathetic, that’s how you feel about yourself in front of Geto’s mocking voice.

You reported your location, shortly after, a fancy car showed up to pick you up.

When you saw the sorcerer, waiting for you to open the door of the car, you wanted to rush in the wake of his cursed energy.

While the driver’s scent was nonexistent, the sorcerers' was so intense that you completely lost your mind.

You approached cautiously, but when you were only a few inches away, the game was over.

Suddenly you had laid your head on his chest, eagerly inhaling his aura and energy. Oh, what a wonderful feeling, how well you feel, with his body close.

Your soul was regenerating, but it seemed like it wasn’t enough.

You clung to him, almost wishing you could get under his skin.

«It seems that you are exhausted, poor thing».

Your eyes were humidified, «for your luck I have a lot of more cursed energy than that old man».

Your chest tightened, you felt defeated and emotionally down, and yet, in those strong arms, you felt better.

He was right, he was always right, and you, stupid, were just too proud to admit it.

He had you sitting next to him in the back.

«Rest, recover», your cheek kept resting on his shoulder, you liked it, you had never felt such strength.

As you looked at an indefinite point, you were absorbed in your thoughts, at the mercy of your emotions.

Oh, if only you’d discovered that feeling before...

While Geto was giving you his energy, you, as if you were a leech, were clinging to his essence, like the pathetic and shameless little girl you were.

Exhausted, your vision quickly darkened.

You’ve been standing in front of Geto’s quarters for over five minutes.

You put your fingers on the Washi paper door, wondering if this burden would ever end.

Within a week you had been able to understand that you could not stay away from Suguru for more than two hours.

In the absence of a binding covenant to join you to the beating heart of a master’s energy, you were unable to process that force properly.

Result? You found yourself dangling in pain along the corridors of the temple, searching for some object that the master of the temple touched.

You had sensed his pillows in the lobby where he received the "patients", but each time you were so greedy that you quickly consumed every bit of the essence that made them so unbearable.

You had touched the handles that he had touched with his palm, you had walked the way he had done during the day. You were intoxicated with his essence in his office, going so far as to "taste" the pen he held most of the time.

Oh, you felt so needy.

You licked the tip of the pen with your tongue, and you felt relief.

When you completely immersed it in your mouth, you were quick to drain every drop of what Suguru was releasing into the environment.

You tilted your head back, thinking about how satisfying it would be to have his fingers in your mouth, while you licked them sourly.

What you developed was a real obsession, and the longer this story went on, the more frightened you were about tour feelings.

That evening his essence scattered throughout the temple was no longer enough for you.

You’d been standing there for ten minutes, hoping Suguru would notice you, praying he’d let you in.

«What are you waiting for? You are stopped in front of my door for more than ten minutes now», and with calibrated and indecisive step you had crossed the line that marked a point of no return.

His room was bigger than the one he gave you, definitely full of everything about him.

Your head was dizzy, could you be that desperate?

He sat in his desk, dressed only in a wide shirt and sweatpants, you’d never seen him like this. For a moment, he had completely taken you by surprise.

He was dragging the same pen you desecrated a few days ago into various documents.

He signed something, maybe they were important documents.

You didn’t care what they were, you were more attracted to his elegant movements.

When his gaze turned towards you, you almost jumped on the spot.

«I imagine there is something you have to ask me», his voice cooed between the walls of the room.

You looked down, your eyes on your socks.

Carrying your arms behind your back, you started hanging around like a guilty child.

«Not really», you answered, avoiding eye contact.

You heard the chair crawling on tatami mats, and a few steps closer.

Hid intoxicating scent collided with your nostrils.

God, suddenly you’d rather run to your room.

When Suguru’s pen had leaned under your chin, forcing you to lift your face up, you almost didn’t lose your balance.

His eyes studied you, as he thoughtfully began to drum the pen right under your chin.

«I assume that you are addicted...the small gifts that I have left you around the temple do not have any more effect?».

It was like someone just shot you in the head.

Your eyes were enlarged as you digested what he had told you.

Silent, you watched in disbelief his sharp face from below.

«Oh~ you really are naive», he lowered himself onto you, scrutinizing you from closer while a smile ran through his lips.

«Do not tell me that you did not notice it», his sharp eyes peered inside you.

«Did you sleep well among the pillows of the ceremonial hall? Did you adore...», he slipped the pen in your neck, «... take it in your mouth?».

Your cheeks were warm.

Realization had led you to take a few steps away.

Suguru crossed his arms across his chest, enclosing the object in his palm.

«I like playing with you, it’s wonderful to tease you».

Your eyes got a little shinier.

«You... You are-»

«What? What am I?» he had taken a few steps towards you, until, backing away, you had not found yourself colliding with the doors of the closet.

«petty...», you had whispered intimidated.

He smiled, holding the pen to your face, again.

He had dragged it into your cheek, and then into your lips, clenched them tightly.

«Don’t be so childlish, it’s your only way to survive this, right?».

He was playing with you, you hated it.

The pen began to go up and down in your mouth, leaving you completely at the mercy of his gestures.

He took your cheeks with one hand, forcing you to keep sucking.

«Little bitch... Do you like it, do you like to suck what is mine?» Scornful, he had pulled out his pen as he insinuated two of his big fingers into your mouth.

You moaned in surprise.

«much better mh? Suck them, be a good girl for me and then you will have a reward». Red on your face, you had begun to desire more. Your body did not respond, and you reluctantly indulged in provocation.

Your tongue passed over his long, slightly rough fingers, making you forget what modesty could be.

Your hands were running down his wrist, you had clung to the needy, as you continued to lick and suck those fingers.

«What a good girl», he complimented looking at you in your liquid eyes «you are a good girl, yes... Just a good girl».

Suddenly you woke up from the trance.

You had pulled his hand away from your face, running from him passing under his arm, which held you between him and the closet.

«I umh...», the saliva still poured from your lips, «I must go».

Just as you were about to turn around, two mighty hands clutched your forearms and dragged you to the bed.

He made you dive into the soft blankets, and you couldn’t fight back.

«There is a way to make you feel better, you know?»

Your body was quivering.

«...»

«Did the cat eat your tongue?» he laughed, turning to him with an exorbitant speed.

«Why don’t you close your eyes? I promise you that you will feel good».

Should you have trusted him? You didn’t know what he was going to do, what if he hurt you?

Yet you closed your eyes in a submissive way.

Your body didn’t answer, he could have done anything to you.

You could feel his hands running down your hips, all the way to the rubber band on your shorts.

His thumbs had latched onto the fabric, and slowly, as if it were torture, he had taken what separated you from his ravenous gaze.

Your underwear had been taken off with your shorts, yet your body had not reacted to the threat, why?

Once again you had felt the tip of the pen running down your face, running down your neck and stopping in the middle of your collarbones.

She put a little pressure on you, starting to cause you a little discomfort.

You complained slightly, though, holding your position.

Before that, you’d never had a relationship. Your half-cursed nature didn’t allow you to have a normal life, so you missed out on everything a girl would have to experience sooner or later.

Intoxicated by his essence, the view was blurred. The pen ran along your breasts, and while the tip hit you in the turgid nipples, you gasped, under the smug gaze of Suguru.

All of a sudden, his fingers screwed on a nipple so hard, you were afraid he was gonna rip it off.

You squealed as you tried to fight back, but what you were able to emit was just a smothered squeak.

The pen went down and down, the chills became more and more intense, more and more unbearable.

When he had crawled it over your wet folds, focusing on your clitoris, your senses were completely subjugated to his cursed energy.

«yes... Do you feel it flowing? » he asked you, as he watched your convulsions becoming more and more frequent.

He had begun to make little imaginary circles on your clitoris, sometimes he would bang the back of your pen in your sweet feminine bud, and you would squeal needy, wetter and wetter.

When his fingers had reached your mouth, you had welcomed them without protesting, however, with such shame that you would have preferred to hide under the ground.

You complained, he tortured you, and as much as you hated admitting it, you liked it.

Oh if you liked it, you loved it.

You loved feeling his energy on you, on your skin, basking in his essence was so... So...

«Exciting mh? And we are not even at the beginning», he whispered, carrying his fingers up to the uvula. It was seeping down your throat, and you took it hard, like it was your duty, like you were feasting.

When the pen was positioned in your entrance, you had a slight gasp, when he had inserted it, you had arched your back, moaning.

It took less than a few inches for you to understand how you felt with his energy inside of you, and now, fuck, you always wanted more.

He was pumping his pen, not going too deep, like he felt it, like he knew you were a virgin.

Given the overwhelming sensations you had floundered weeping, when he tortured your clitoris with wet fingers of your saliva.

«Please, nngh... Please», you faded by moving your hips towards his hands.

When the pen was removed from your dripping entrance, all you did was protest, looking at him with an offended look.

Suguru smiled, his hand grabbed both of your wrists, pulling you straight to his pelvis.

Your naked pussy had collided with something hot and hard, and when you had seen that his big and venous cock was leaning over your folds, you almost hadn’t screamed at the surprise.

He rubbed it over you, dividing the folds and colliding the red tip with your clitoris. The precum mixed with your excitement, and the more he rubbed it, the tighter his grip was in your wrists.

To your surprise suguru had started to tease the entrance with the tip, inserting only the glans for a few seconds, then it had gone out, continuing to divide the pulsating and dripping pussy in half, and then coming back for a few more seconds with the tip inside you.

It’s the only way he stretched you out and stretched you out to hurt you. You screamed every time, when his dick penetrated you for a quarter, let alone how you would have been, when you would have taken it all.

«You’re a virgin, aren’t you?» his eyes settled in yours.

A sadistic look made you waver for a moment, you had a feeling he wouldn’t be kind to you.

Immobilized by fear, you didn’t have the courage to say anything.

When he opened the folds with two fingers, you almost died of shame.

He opened you up good, your clitoris was well exposed, red for being tortured, but what he was paying attention to was your entrance.

It was small, and when he had put his thumbs to the sides to widen it and examine your innocence, Suguru laughed slightly, noting your hymen intact.

«Wonderful, really wonderful, you are really still innocent... Can I taste it, babe?» While your head was in dissent, he had no problem locking you in the mattress, carrying his mouth over your naked pussy.

He stretched it out, kissed your clit and then passed his rigid tongue over your juicy opening. He had sunk his tongue in it, and when he had, God, the synapses had completely fried.

There was nothing but his tongue inside of you, his hands locking you in bed, his teeth, sometimes hitting your sensitive clitoris on purpose.

You were nothing but a fucking whore when it came to him, you were nothing but a needy little bitch, that’s all you were.

He didn’t waste time preparing you with his fingers, Suguru wanted to sink his dick in you, and now.

He didn’t want to spread you with anything but his dick.

«N-no, nngh, is too big, you will hurt me-», with a slowness that had bothered you, he had inserted it, while he held your legs with his arms.

Your calves were resting on his shoulders, while he, on his knees, had passed the glans beyond your entrance, until he reached the hymen, tearing it completely.

When it happened, all you did was screaming in pain, your eyes filled with tears, and like a child you couldn’t help yourself. You burst into a desperate cry, but he didn’t seem to think too much about it.

The only thing he’d done was signal you to be quiet.

As he struck you, he passed his thumb through your opened lips, observing how your desperate expression suited you.

It turned him on. Seeing you like that, it had made him crazy.

For Suguru it was a surprise to find you a virgin, and one thing he loved to the madness was fucking with a tight and innocent pussy like yours.

«You are taking it so well, good girl, yes, yes, yes...», his thrusts then became stronger and decided. Each lunge was as if you could die. If on the one hand you had pain, on the other you began to feel the benefits. Your insatiable craving for cursed energy was stabilizing, which meant Suguru hadn’t told you a lie.

When he noticed that screwing you in missionary mode had become quite monotonous, he had raised you on his huge throbbing cock, picking you up and leaning sharply against the cold wall of the room. He held you in balance, his hands in your ass, and his ruthless excitement hitting you to the cervix. You were screaming in tears and pain, so much so that Suguru decided to cover your mouth with a kiss.

«Don't cry», he grunted excited, «you will be fine, sweety», his lips still sank into yours, and you, afraid of the painful sensations, had abandoned yourself on them and to their burning heat.

Tears were writhing around your eyelashes, sweat made you stick your hair and his to your face.

As you saw that you were ever closer to liberation, you understood that the same thing was true for the man in front of you.

When he bit your lips in a last desperate gesture, you felt suguru's hips stuttering and his cock convulsing, this was the moment you exploded into an intense and overwhelming orgasm.

«God yes, here you are, let yourself be filled baby girl, take it all yes, yes, yes, everything everything all ...», one last push and had freed himself with a grunt, his lips had opened and his eyes were automatically closed.

Your body had abandoned itself completely, your face stood in its collarbone, and God, despite the consummate intercourse being half consenting, found you unexpectedly well in His arms.

His cock remained inside you a little longer, until it began to sag.

He still held you close to him, stuck between his body and the wall.

«I’m sure you and I would get along very well from now on, wouldn’t we?».

#geto headcanons #getou suguru x y/n #geto fanart #geto fluff #geto x y/n #geto x you #getou suguru x reader #getou suguru x you #gojo fanart #jujutsu satoru #jujutsu kaisen suguru

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Sweet Nothing

Summary – singer!reader writes a song about jake Pairings – Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count – ~800

Warnings – literally just pure fluff idk what else to say

You and Jake’s relationship was a secret to the world.

In your own small bubble, you found the happiness you never thought you could find with him by your side. Of course, both of your friends and family knew, but the safety net of keeping things private was pertinent to you. You felt safe with this; that you didn't have to show this dear and precious side of your life to the world.

That being said, vulnerability wasn’t necessarily your strong suit, but ever since you fell in love with Jake, you found yourself taking baby steps into the path of this new journey. You felt safe with him; that you could tell him anything without judgment and he would continue to love you for exactly who you are.

Soon enough, this leap of faith took on a life of its own into your music. And as Jake found himself traveling up toward his bedroom, you assured him you would only be a few more minutes, having kept yourself busy with the new project in front of you.

I spy with my little tired eye

Tiny as a firefly

A pebble that we picked up last July

Down deep inside your pocket

We almost forgot it

Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

“Now this is supposed to be the other way around,” Jake’s voice was quiet against you, a soft smile gracing his features as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. You smiled, leaning against him as his head found a spot in between your neck and your left shoulder.

It was normally you pulling Jake’s hand away from his pen and paper to join you into bed, but tonight it was different. He knew you didn’t typically bring your work home with you (or at least tried not to), so this must be something special.

It had been nearly an hour since you told him you would only be a few more minutes, but you were so lost in your own work and the emotions he brought from you to pour into a song that you almost didn’t want to leave the piano.

“Do you remember when we went to Ireland over the summer?” You ask and he hums in agreement, moving your hair behind your shoulder to place a gentle kiss to the side of your throat.

You fight back a giggle. “And we went to Wicklow,” another kiss higher and a hum. “And we brought home that pebble?” He plants a kiss just below your ear and you laugh. He hums again to respond.

“Well,” you turn your head slightly. “I put it in a song.”

You feel him pull away and meet your eyes with a look of confusion. Drowsiness was evident on his features as his robe hung loosely off of him.

“Writing songs about pebbles…I’d say that’s a new creative direction for you, sweetheart.” He chuckles, his tanned chest catching the light from the piano lamp and you laugh in response.

“No,” you fight back more laughter before looking back at him. “It’s about you.”

Jake’s expression changes into a look of pure love and adoration; the look that was only reserved for you. His heart filled with butterflies as he took in the sight of you. Here you were, the one person he loved most in this world, sat at his piano in his house who wrote a song about him.

On the way home

I wrote a poem

You say, "What a mind"

This happens all the time

“Well, what about me, angel?” Jake’s smile hasn’t left his lips as he looks onto the lyrics you scribbled onto the journal in front of you.

“I wrote a poem on our way home-”

“Mm, the one you never let me read.”

You smile, “that’s the one,” he grins again, his teeth gracing his lips. “It’s about how I feel when I’m with you. How you just want me for who I am, nothing else.”

You could’ve sworn you saw a tear form in his eye under the light as his smile faded into something much softer. His eyes stayed glued to yours, and you could see the words forming in his head before speaking. He wanted to express his gratitude in the most eloquent way he possibly could for you.

“You’re all I’ll ever want,” his voice is nearly a whisper. “I wouldn’t trade anything for this heaven of a life I have with you.”

Now it was your turn for tears to form as you smiled back. Jake leans in using his thumb and index finger to pull you into a tender kiss. You felt everything from that action alone; all of the love possible just from one gentle feeling of his lips on yours.

They said the end is coming

Everyone's up to something

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shoving

You're in the kitchen humming

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 8 months

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Assuming Aro and Carlisle were both on the same dating app, what are their profiles like? Ie, how do they present themselves to attract others (and I know they're already in relationships let's just blame the dating app gift vampire).

Bonus points for Elezear because he's the worst.

I want to know what AU has caused vampire dating apps.

I can only assume we're in one of those cutesy AH AUs where Carlisle is a barista (not allowed to be a doctor anymore) and Aro is a cutthroat lawyer at his practice Volterra, and the pair totally aren't into each other except they are and find out over the course of thirty chapters how these two get together over hard to remember coffee orders!!!, or as you say the Dating App Vampire, we'll call him Larry the Lovebird, has used his gift to bless every vampire with profiles.

But alright, I can pretend this is another blog for a moment and that I do write Ao3 fics instead of eldrtich monstrosities.

Aro

We know from Aro's hunt for Sulpicia that he was looking for a very specific kind of person and not afraid to shop around to find them. More, with his gift and long life, I imagine he'd be less willing to discard someone based on things others do (having a degree is not a sign of intelligence, he doesn't really care what class someone is from, so on and so forth). I imagine he'd take a similar approach on a dating app. Except, in the most ridiculous way possible.

See, Aro's going to want to cast a wide net and he has his gift to cheat.

So, he's going to make himself as interesting as possible, certainly non-threatening (me? ever kill someone? perish the thought) just to get that first date where he can touch your hand and decide "yes" or "no" based off of every thought you've ever had.

Now, he can't do "generically" interesting as in online dating culture "long walks on the beach", "love hiking in the mountains", are all things everyone says they do but 5% of the people who actually say it do. He'd not only look basic, but he'd look like a liar (which he is).

So, I imagine what Aro does is present himself as a very niche persona then change that persona every few months in the dating rounds.

One month, Aro's really into heavy metal, really, super, into heavy metal. His profile is a bunch of quotes about heavy metal. The next, he's a gym bro. The next, he's a lover and poet.

Mostly, Aro just uses it as a way to meet interesting people, get interesting stories, and troll around while keeping an eye out for someone he'd actually find interesting.

(Though the real answer is that he wouldn't, as he already did this thousands of years ago with Sulpicia, and it doesn't seem like a hobby he'd pick up in this modern day.)

Carlisle

He fundamentally does not understand dating apps and has no desire to seek someone out in a relationship "oh ho ho, have I told you about my baggage where I'm a man-eating demon who can never get close to everyone, survives constantly starved, and more?"

I imagine his app is just his name and his face.

That's it.

He looks like a lazy attempt at cat fishing.

Eleazar

Now, I don't know about Eleazar, his participation in the Denali escapades is technically up in the air, but I know the Denali would likely have dating apps.

But if Eleazar had one, if we're going wtih my interpretation of the worst man alive, then it is a sight to behold.

Eleazar in leather pants with a rose between his lips (he is Spanish you know) lying on a couch looking at the camera seductively behind a black and white filter (partly to make him look less like a demon, partly for the sexy). Eleazar shirtless in front of a mirror in an artsy shot that looks either out of a style magazine cover or the film Zoolander.

All the quotes amount to "I will blow your mind", but said more eloquently and often in Spanish.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #aro #carlisle cullen #eleazar #meta #headcanon #opinion

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soberpluto · 1 year

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Scribble: Venus in Gemini

2nd post of the day! This is a brainstorm on what it feels like to have Venus in the sign of the twins... resonates?

Charming through wits. Intelligence is sexy. Smart people attract you. You are a phenomenal conversationalist. You can talk about many things without being a true expert. Others see you as endlessly stimulating. Eloquent speech. Sweet words. Appealing voice. Mesmerizing hand gestures. Your love language is words of affirmation. You come up with quirky arguments with no effort. Writting is beautiful. Writting as self-expression. Creativity means intelligence. You are gifted at composing literature. Your essays are exemplar. You see languages as delighful. You talk your way out with such grace. You have a way with words. You can understand everyone´s point of view. You change your mind frequently. Your lovers influence your thought processes. You have dual tastes. You have more than one stream of income. Smart about money. Simultaneous jobs. Simultaneous relationships. You feel safe having options. You attract fickle love interests. You pull in double-faced individuals. Your partners need to be intellectual. Bad communication turns you off. Expressive people draw you in. Constant mental rapport is a basic need in your close relationships. Expert at backhanded compliments. White lies are not so bad. Can speak about the same thing in so many different ways. Falling in love in short trips. Infatuated by professors. Finding romance in the academic realm. Swept away by non-committal prospects. Commitment issues. Loyalty is to yourself. Lovers separated by distance. You gossip about other people's relationshps. Others gossip about your partnerships. Talkative when aroused. Amazing at sexting. Dirty talking gets your juices flowing. You are their best oral sex. You love to kiss and you are great at it. You crave to share your interests. You are so charming when you talk about your passions. You date several people at the same time. You appear as care free when you converse. Rigid, slow and overly possessive lovers asphyxiate you. Freedom of speech and choice will not be taken from you. You feel alive when you make trips with those you love. You research, study and digest whatever sparkles your desire. You connect with art through intellect. Mindfulness is an art. Sugarcoating gets you ahead. Evading the truth is so easy. Do you want lies instead of silence? You feel unworthy when you see yourself as ignorant. Your studies give your self-esteem. Your brain is your biggest safety net. You value heads over hearts. Too much loneliness is heartbreaking. The journalist. The fashion critique. The book club activist. The art curator. The romance novelist. You have beautiful siblings. Your brother(s) and/or sister(s) are highly intelligent. You can pull conversations with anyone. Variety and fun keep you invested. Others think you are younger than you are. You are attracted to youthful and bubbly types. Non binary. Bi-sexual. Bi-curious. Sapiosexual. You entertain the idea of threesomes. Flirtatious by nature. Teasing is exciting. You seduce through witty comebacks and jokes. You fascinate by your knowledge. Disposible connections. Don't mind keeping things superficial unless you are really interested in someone. The way is through your mind. Curiosity may lead you towards love. Not good with handling frustation in your romantic affairs. Very cunning business associates. Fickle alliances. Not making a choice can complicate your relationships. What if the grass greener on the other side? You constantly analyze relationships. Subject to FOMO. You spend on social interactions. You buy information. Information is power. You think your feelings. Your brainpower is your biggest asset. A beautiful, intricate mind. How will you make the world a better place with it?

#venus in gemini #astrology #astrology notes #astrology observations #venus #astrology community #gemini #intelligence

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river-in-the-woods · 2 years

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The magic of braiding hair

Hair carries a portion of one’s magical potency, being connected to the head and therefore one’s thoughts, intentions, mentality and identity. A person’s hair may be one of the first things that we notice about them, directly informing our perceptions of them. Hair is often connected to emotion; tangled, brittle and turning white when a person is stressed, or neat, clean and strong if they are happy and healthy. In some societies such as in ancient China, a person wears specific hairstyles and headdresses to represent their age and status. Hair can be taken as a taglock, for good or ill. It can be cut to symbolise grief and mourning, or as a rite of passage and separation from a stage of life. We unconsciously associate many things with this part of our body. Because of its power, there are even superstitions on how to dispose of hair properly.

Hence, there is a lot of unrealised potential for those who go through the trouble of keeping and caring for long hair. I will mostly be focusing on the use of braids as a medium of magic. In brief:

Blessings and glamours can be braided into the hair through chanting, with herbal washes to accentuate their effects

Charms and accessories can be incorporated with corresponding colours and symbols

The comb can be a magical tool to remove stresses and clear one’s mind, and to prepare the hair for braiding

I recommend braiding the first inch or two to set and tidy the braid, then begin the spell when ready

Any hairs that come loose while combing can be seen as a vessel for unpleasant energy and snapped as a small cord-cutting ritual

Braids can be used for binding, as in the case of weather magic, to bind rain spirits for temporary relief from bad weather

It can also be used as a quick solution to bind the unpleasant actions of others, such as when dealing with negative colleagues and family members

Hair braids are meant for temporary magic, in the sense that you’ll eventually want to unbraid them so that you can care for your hair, and remove or change the magical effects; especially if you’ve used it for binding.

The structure of the chant can be something simple, with further embellishments added to the charm. A three strand braid corresponds to the three powers of land, sea and sky.

I braid in the blessings of XX to adorn me. By the power of Three, by Heaven, Earth and Sea

For example, a poetic invocation of knowledge and psychic power for the purposes of divination can be spoken thus:

I braid in the thoughtfulness of thousands, the movement of stars, the knowledge of worlds. I braid in the wisdom of the ages, of enlightened beings, of weathered stone. I braid in the blessings of heightened intuition, bright as the moon in her fullness. By the power of Three, by Heaven, Earth and Sea.

Planetary powers can be invoked alongside poetic imagery of that which you wish to emulate. Here are some examples.

The Sun, for leadership and prestige I braid in the light of the morning, the grace of the Sun, the dignity of lions. I braid in the voices of authority, the eloquence of leaders, the fires of torches that brighten the darkness.

Venus, for beauty and seduction I braid in the grace of Venus, the allure of sweet fragrance, the elegance of flowers. I braid in words like butterflies, and charming smiles. I braid in the seduction of union with divinity, the promise of passion, the awakening of desire.

Mercury, for wit and inspired thinking I braid in the swiftness of Mercury, the lightning strike of clarity, the sharpness of needles to pierce through all delusion. I braid in the whirlwinds of inspiration, of nectar from the heavens, the brightness of mirrors caught in the light.

Even without the invocation of various powers, poetic imagery alone can be used. In this case, one’s hair is likened to vines, nets, chains, ropes, and spider silk.

The binding of a person’s harmful words and actions I bind in my braids the spirit of XX, like a vine of thorns I trap them, like heavy chains I bring them low. I bind their vileness like the web of a spider, like a fish caught in nets, like the spring of a trap, like the tightening of a noose. No harm can come from a tangled fly, no injury from speck of dust.

Since I mentioned weather magic, I may as well include a simple chant if you happen to be caught out in the rain. You’ll find greater success if you already have a good relationship with weather spirits.

I bind the rains of heaven high, no storm above shall dim the sky. The skies shall clear, right now and here, the clouds all woven in my hair.

And so, by the power of Three, by Heaven, Earth and Sea, I hope you enjoy this simple method of sympathetic magic.

#hair magic #braid magic #resources #witchcraft #druidry #poetry

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neonscandal · 2 months

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Thanks for answering my ask from a few weeks ago @neonscandal ..... If you don't mind me asking (again), what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before....

Thank you for asking in the first place! ❤️

Not at all unique is the fact that, as soon as I get asked a question about my top faves, I immediately draw a blank on everything I've ever enjoyed or watched, ever. 😅 I'm sure that's not the first time you've heard that. No need to apologize, as you can probably tell from other asks, my answers change regularly. This is my anime/manga blog so without any regard for order:

Life Lessons with Uramichii-Oniisan (anime) - depending on how old you are, there's a cognitive dissonance that occurs when you're no longer younger than nor the same age as your favorite protagonists in the stories you grew up with. This is the anime that eases the blow of that like the ibuprofen you now keep at home, at work and in your purse. And it's hysterical.

Attack on Titan (anime/manga) - There is something to be said for the eloquence of the exposition in this story which, when you know Isayama spent years shopping his art around to no avail because of the roughness of his style, makes perfect sense. While refining his art, he had all this time to pore over the story, hide little easter eggs so there'd be one string that gathered up all seeming loose ends. Just an incredibly interesting story to unfold. It's the kind of thing you wish you could read again for the first time but that's laughable because, every time you read it, you notice something you hadn't the last time.

To Your Eternity (anime) - This is the Grey's Anatomy equivalent in anime. Like, oh. You're emotionally constipated and need a good cry? Pick an episode at random. Watch a whole season if you're really about that life.

Sasaki to Miyano (manga/anime) - TBH I tied between this or Horimiya. They are not the same story but hold similar places in my heart. What I love about Sasaki to Miyano is how delicate it is. Yea, slow burn, whatever. But no, it just kind of gives Miyano space to come to terms with himself and Sasaki is the safety net that accepts him in all forms. Can love be this sweet?

Goodbye, Eri (manga) - Fujimoto is off the wall. Chainsaw Man is an excellent representation of that. Seemingly unfocused and always good for some sort of shock factor. I've been wanting to write, for some time, about how Fujimoto is like a trickster of a genie but I'll shelve that for the time being. Goodbye, Eri's disjointed narrative as if told in photographs and the art style which shows movement despite its static medium. It's a really elegant piece with a plot twist you don't see coming because, of course you don't. That, in fact, is part of the whole message of the story, isn't it?

Ranma 1/2 (anime) - Nostalgia. This was the first anime I ever watched that I locked into. It started me on a path of drawing, it encouraged me to seek out other shows.. this series is what started it all wayyy back then (okay, not that far back then, this was in the 00's). Tsundere x tsundere, yes but also just the immediate identification with characters who couldn't authentically be themselves because they kept bending and breaking under external pressures. I could very much relate and empathize even if the chaos of their universe was too fanciful for my own. Also, pretty sure Rumiko Takahashi is the longest running mangaka with consistent chapters in Shonen Jump for the last 40+ years is wild.

Vinland Saga (anime) - I honestly don't even know what to say about this story. But I think my favorite observation is a post I saw someone make where they wrote "No one will know the violence it took to become this gentle" with a picture of Thorfinn. And they were so poignantly right. Phenomenally twisted revenge story that is not at all satisfying. 10/10.

Link Clink (donghua) - This show is a vibe. If it hasn't been on a recommendation list yet, it's coming. The music, the art, the unfurling back story of the main characters as they untangle the lives of others? It manages to be both gutting and cerebral at the same time. Like every time I watch I'm like... I need to read the source material because the complexity of the concurrent storylines makes it such a head scratcher as to the larger plot.

Jujutsu Kaisen (anime/manga) - *Gestures vaguely to the rest of my blog.* We're still in the throes of how this story is going to play out which is nerve wracking and exciting for all its possibilities. I hold out a lot of hope that we'll see some stunning exposition in future chapters that we won't see coming.

Belle (anime) - It's just beautiful. 😘👌🏾 I talk a lot about my niece and nephew because I've turned them into my dorky little mini-me's. Also, being an aunt is like the best job. Belle is a movie that had them both gagged with the animation. If a show or series can get both of them to put their ipads, books, art supplies, etc. down, then I know I put them onto something special. Honestly, anything I enjoy with them makes it that much more special to me, personally.

This was lovely. I'll get back to posting lists soon, feel free to check out other recommendations!

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I'm forever going to be mad that I missed the chance to post this rip on February 7th (2.7) instead of Battle Emergency...but hey, 3.7 is pretty close to e as well, isn't it? Also, formal congratulations to the longest-yet title of a rip to be featured on the blog, up against stiff competition like The expanse of meme in past was split, A fiendish trap has now been set; Behind a tree the villains sit, Terror of sport, the Robbie's Net. and If I chopped Pikachu up in a meat grinder, and the only thing that comes out and is left of him is his eyeball, he's PROBABLY dead. Nay, I say, today's rip stands head and shoulders above them both! Today's rip, is Mr. 2.718281828459045235360287471352662497757247093699959574966967627724076630353547594571382178525166427427466391932003059921817413596629043572900334295260595630738132328627943490763233829880753195251019011573834187930702154089149934884167509244761460668082264800168477411853742345442.

Setting aside the absurdity of the title for a moment though, there is some really fun stuff to dig into with this rip. You may recall, be it through having kept up with the blog or just being aware of SiIva's most well-remember rips in general, one of MtH's finest works in 【＝３】e-MUNO Disco (vs. 音MAD AGENT) - a Season 2 rip that I think permanently altered the way my brain functions in some way by being my first-ever exposure to Yousuke Yasui's music. Yet sitting amidst the primary jokes in that rip, be it "Minecraft With Gadget" as part of the Inspector Gadget takeover, as well as other then-relevant sources such as Rock My Forum of LAST YTPMV^2 OF 2016 fame and the greatest French rapper of our lifetime, there was one quite bizarre source - "e", by the math education YouTube channel Numberphile.

Numberphile's channel itself is incredibly wholesome and useful, and the people contributing to it like James Grime have a genuinely excellent knack for explaining and demonstrating complex concepts in a concise yet wholly understandable way. Their output isn't exactly something you'd think of as memetic - that is, of course, with the exception of the video featuring the funniest thumbnail ever put onto YouTube: e (Euler's Number) - Numberphile. It was simply a perfect storm: the rise in the use of "e" as part of deepfried ironic shitposting of the mid-2010s, the absurd enthusiasm James Grime shows in both the thumbnail and the video's introduction, the eloquence of which he explains the meaning of this silly letter. It only first showed up on SiIvaGunner itself during the start of Season 2, with the aptly titled rip "e", and became sort of a sleeper hit gag during the Season: hell, during this year's SiIvaGunner MAGFest panel, channel manager MtH confirmed that e is still one of her all-time favorite channel memes. And, yeah: its funny factor is shown to great effect in (brace yourselves!) Mr. 2.718281828459045235360287471352662497757247093699959574966967627724076630353547594571382178525166427427466391932003059921817413596629043572900334295260595630738132328627943490763233829880753195251019011573834187930702154089149934884167509244761460668082264800168477411853742345442.

You take a source as prime for YTPMV-ing, sentence mixing and pitch shifting as the original Numberphile video, and attach it to perhaps the greatest YTPMV song of all time in Mr. Patch from Banjo-Tooie (Mr. PACs ~ Obamjo-Roomnie, anyone?), and the result is almost destined to be gold. Putting a source so reliant on making out what the narrator is saying together with a song infamous for its hectic tempo may well have been the biggest challenge preventing a rip like this from having been made, but let us not forget that this is The Green Spy we're dealing with here. And if there's anything I've gathered about The Green Spy as an anonymous contributor through their rips alone, rips like (YTPMV) Bob-Omb Battlesources and ESPECIALLY Mad Mew Mew Becoming Uncanny, its that they truly know their stuff about YTPMVs.

The added visuals is just the cherry on top of it all. Though its standard for YTPMVs off of SiIva, and occasionally even on the channel itself such as with Crompton Racing, the visuals on Mr. 2.718281828459045235360287471352662497757247093699959574966967627724076630353547594571382178525166427427466391932003059921817413596629043572900334295260595630738132328627943490763233829880753195251019011573834187930702154089149934884167509244761460668082264800168477411853742345442 are so effective at punctuating every little surprise and detail made to the rip. Be it the surprise appearance of Jack Black's famous "dick!" sample, the brief change to suddenly start listing the number One repeatedly instead of the sequence of numbers that define the joke (and the title!), the uses of "e" from the fonts of WarioWare Smooth Moves, feature in the aforementioned first appearance of Numberphile on SiIva...while the joke hasn't been featured all too frequently on SiIva as of late, its rips like this that make the joke's reappearance always feel triumphant - its the kind of source you have to WORK for to make funny, and The Green Spy pulls it off with absolute aplomb.

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thatgirlwithasquid · 9 months

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Disabled Billy and Steve Week - Family

It isn't until Max switches off her stereo that she's able to pinpoint what the noise is. At first she thinks it's probably nothing. Why should she pay attention to some bumps and grumbling? Her and Billy are two growing kids in a shitty little house; it wouldn't surprise her if the whole thing had just been banging on their shared wall for her to turn her music down.

It's not though, at least not this time.It isn't Billy taking advantage of the mostly empty house to get himself in shape to either intimidate or impress Steve (she honestly can't be sure which it is anymore), and he's not even pounding on the other side of the wall for Max to be quiet. It sounds like he's redecorating his room... violently.

Another thump and--despite a small, petty part of herself saying 'just leave him to it, he's been more of an asshole than usual lately'--Max gets up and pushes her bedroom door open. It's barely two steps to Billy's door (again, tiny house, rooms right net to each other's... it doesn't leave much room for privacy or personal space) and then Max is raising her hand to knock; the sound of it is mostly lost beneath a final, louder crash and then a muffled thud.

For a second she hesitates, and then she opens the door. The final crash, apparently, seems to have been caused by Billy's desk chair being kicked across the room in a fit of rage. Or at least that's what Max is assuming from the fact it's on it's side across the space from where it belongs. It's not like Billy's room's huge, but that's probably still not good for the chair.

Then, finally, she registers Billy. He's sat on the floor, back to the wall and hands over his ears. The guy's looking up at her from beneath brows set into a furious scowl, but the effect of that is lessoned by his posture and the shining potential for tears in his eyes.

"Um," she says, rather eloquently.

Billy is still glaring.

"What's up?" she finishes, feeling lame.

For a long minute she just remains subject to Billy's glare. And then he looks away from her, staring at the floor like he wants it to burst into flames.

'Fine,' she thinks, 'be that way. See if I care.'

She's almost about to leave and go back to enjoying herself in her own room, listening to decent music and not the crappy metal Billy blasts all the time and--

"I can hear the fucking bubbles," Billy grumbles, and Max thinks for a second that she misheard him but, no, he's now subjecting the can of coke on his bedside table to his Death Stare.

Ah.

She gets it now. Billy's back may be facing the wall but it's not actually touching it, and he's wearing that faded band tshirt he always does when he's uncomfortable, and he's got his hands over his ears. So, it's one of those days.

Without saying another word, because doing anything will annoy Billy when he's like this and an annoyed Billy is an insufferable Billy, Max walks into his room, grabs the can, and walk straight back out.

Pouring the drink down the kitchen sink feels like a waste, but it's definitely not going in Billy's room, and Max certainly isn't drinking it because who knows what germs her brother has. The guy's pretty gross sometimes.

Rather than head straight back to her room, she swings through the living room and-- yep! There they are. Bright red ear defenders.

Billy doesn't snatch them from her hands when she offers them out, but it's a near thing. She counts that as the thanks it is and considers leaving but... She's seen the way he can't leave his hair alone on some days. She doesn't pretend to know if it's a restless movement thing, a preening thing, or a 'my hair is touching my neck and I hate it' thing, but she's definitely noticed him moving it around a lot on some days. Not because she cares or anything. Because she doesn't. They just live together and, y'know, small house...

With a huff of a sigh, she takes the hair tie from her wrist and holds it out to him. There's a pause where the both of them are just staring at the thing, and then Billy takes it, slow and careful. When he ties his hair up with it Max feels good for being useful... and, okay, maybe she cares about him a little. They're not, like, actually siblings or anything but she lives with him so she has to care. At least, that's how she justifies sitting across from Billy.

The silence is so loud. She hopes the ear defenders are helpful, because she'd love to block out whatever this pause right now is.

"Fucking autism," Billy murmurs. Finally. It feels like a truce. Some sort of olive branch.

Max nods. "Do you want some space?"

Billy just frowns at the floor again. Max shakes her head to herself and stares at the floor as well. The silence is a little less stifling now, suddenly. And maybe Max doesn't get all this perfectly, and Billy is still a pain in the ass... but she thinks that maybe they're okay. Maybe, weirdly, they are family, even on messy bad days.

#billy hargrove #max mayfield #disabledbillyandsteveweek #whoops!!! forgot to post this yesterday #i hope its ok that i wrote from an outsider pov #i wanted to participate cause this event is an awesome idea. i just dont think im educated enough to write billys pov in this situation #<3

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mybeingthere · 11 months

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Born in Baghdad in 1984, Mohammed Sami lived through the Iran-Iraq conflict, two Gulf wars, the US-led invasion and sectarian violence. He shared a 100 sq metre house with six brothers, three sisters and their parents. An exquisitely rendered painting of chipboards blocking a window conjures their existence with eloquent economy. Titled 23 Years of Night, it refers to Sami’s life growing up with windows barricaded against bombs – and yet the net curtains are embroidered with delicate stars, mitigating the bleakness.

Sami’s mother, an amateur artist, was the only family member to encourage his talent. Being dyslexic, he struck a deal at school to paint monumental propaganda murals in exchange for passing in maths and English. That experience accounts for the ambitious scale of his paintings, he says. At home he studied Islamic miniatures for want of other art books, which helps explain the jarring perspectival compositions of his paintings: compartmentalised interiors with doors that might open inward or outward, floors rearing upwards, horizons abruptly sliced across.

https://www.theguardian.com/.../mohammed-sami-interview...

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forelevenses · 10 months

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of matzo and the sniffles

rating: G fandom: team fortress 2 warnings: no archive warnings apply characters: scout (tf2), medic (tf2) pairing: scout (tf2)/medic (tf2) summary: Medic has been feeling under the weather, and Scout decides it's nothing soup can't cure. Written for the TF2 Rare Pair Mini-Week Day 2 prompt: 'Sweet'

with lovely art done by @verchielmarch ! 💕 read here or on ao3!

“Yeah... Uh-huh... Uh-huh... 'Course I got that down...” Scout crumbled the small sticky note with his free hand idly and flicked it straight to the wastebasket. Boom! Nothing but net! Let's see that fancy Spy do any better!

But before he could picture Spy worshiping his clearly superior paper ball throwing skills, an irate tone on the other side of the line killed his daydream and he groaned, “Oh come on Ma, will ya quit your worryin'? It's just soup, I got this! Look, I'll tell Doc you said 'Hi', alright? I gotta go,” He looked to his left. And he looked to his right.

“Love you too Ma, I'll talk to ya later,” he added softly and hung the phone back up.

The base was quiet for the most part— a rare day off that everyone took no issue taking advantage of.

Well, almost everyone.

It started a few days ago with a sneeze. Doc paid no mind, what with all the birds hangin' around in the med-bay, of course he'd sneeze every once in a while. Not a big deal. But then the one sneeze turned into a few, then the sore throat came in, plus the fever and now the poor guy is stuck in his room with the worst “upper respiratory infection” he's had in years.

Or a cold, as Scout eloquently put it.

It broke ya heart lookin’ at the guy, all bedridden and miserable. Scout thought he hadn’t seen his Doc look that bad ever– he's even got him wearin' a mask whenever he stops by (and the guy's been elbow-deep in everyone's gaping chest with his bare hands before, so this had to be serious). He asked why he just can't point his Medigun straight at himself and bam! Cold gone! But the Doc sneezed, said he's tried that multiple times already in fact, and argued that even that can't cure the common cold.

And that's where Ma comes in. Cause you see, no fancy egghead (and he means 'egghead' with all the love and affection in the world, he swears it) science, mumbo-jumbo crap will fix colds. But his Ma's famous Matzo ball soup will definitely kick that cold's ass for sure! Whenever his brothers or him got sick, just a few spoonfuls of that and they'd be up and runnin' in no time at all! He didn't know what his Ma puts in it (well he does, that was the whole point of callin' her in the first place), but if this didn't end up helping his poor Doc then nothing will.

Scout looked over his scrawl once more: chicken, schmaltz, matzo meal, celery, carrots...

He ain't stupid, he can pull this off easy!

All right, perhaps there may have been some unforeseen difficulties.

Not entirely all his fault: the first store he went to only had the canned stuff and his Ma insisted the balls had to be homemade. So, Heavy and him drove all the way across town to the other grocery store to get the Matzo meal, but then! Their vegetables were complete crap! Can’t give Doc no crappy vegetables! Then they drove all the way back to the first store, finished the rest of the shopping there, came back to the base, and wouldn't you know? Spy was hoggin' up the stove with his sorry lookin' French pancakes or whatever the hell they're called.

What kind of friggin' pancake is so thin anyway? Nevermind that he ate three of them and was the best thing he put in his mouth all day- it just ain't right.

As he stirred the pot one last time before shutting the burner off, it hit Scout this was the first time he made food for someone other than his Ma or brothers. It made his palms all sweaty thinkin' about it- it's not like he was a shit cook or anything, but there was just something about going through all that trouble to make such a small thing for someone. But Medic wasn't just anyone, and he'd gladly go through everything again if it meant it helped him feel better.

(God, how did Doc make him all mushy and stuff?)

But it was starting to get late, and he'd rather not keep Doc waitin' forever. He plated up the best looking Matzo, made sure there were plenty of chicken bits in there, and even threw in a piece of toasted bread for good measure. Not to brag or anythin', but it's probably the best damn soup he's ever made. He made himself his own bowl before loading it up on the tray and made his way over to the med-bay.

Doc's own corner of the base was quiet and still for once, and it didn't feel right at all. Trying his best not to drop the tray, Scout opened the office door. Archimedes perched on top of his favorite skeletal model, cooing in welcome. Scout chuckled and dug out some sunflower seeds from his pocket, catching Archimedes ' interest.

“Hey birdbrain,” Scout said, offering the seeds. Archimedes ruffled his feathers in appreciation and began to peck away at the seeds. “How's our Doc doin' today?” he asked. He cooed softly and a muffled cough rang out. Scout hummed, “'Bout the same, huh?” After Archimedes finished the last of the seeds, he scratched the top of his head and looked towards the private quarter's door.

(Ya know, maybe the soup was a bad idea, what if he-)

No! It was gonna be fine, ya big wuss!

Scout drew a deep breath and walked over to the door. The coughing stopped, but he could imagine how miserable Doc was feeling. He balanced the tray once more, and knocked.

“Hey Doc,” Scout said softly, “Mind if I come in?”

A coughing fit answered him and after it subsided, a miserable “Ja” invited him. Alright, it's go time. Scout fished out a mask from his back pocket, hastily put it on with his free hand, and opened the door.

While the medical office itself was rather cut-and-dry and like any other doctor's office Scout has been too, Doc's room was anything but. It was homey, and if Scout didn't know any better, he would have believed he was in some cottage in the middle of the woods rather than the base. Right in the middle of the room, Doc laid in his bed, nestled in his blankets looking anything but cozy.

“How're you feelin' today?” Scout asked, walking closer to the bed.

“The mucus has subsided, but the cough has been persistent,” Doc said, “No signs of my appetite returning, I'm afraid.”

“Ya know, that's too bad,” Scout hummed, “Guess I gotta finish these two bowls of Matzo here all by myself.” At that, Doc perked up.

“Matzo?” Doc sat up in his spot in the bed, Scout snickering at how fast he adjusted himself, “Recent studies have shown soup has wonderful medicinal benefits for the common cold, you know?”

“Oh yeah?” Scout laughed, setting the tray down onto the bed. “Well, ya better start chowin' down then! The one on the right is yours,” he said as he pulled up a chair.

Without any hesitation, Doc picked up the bowl, pulled his own face mask down, and took a good spoonful of the broth down. He hummed delightfully and took another big spoonful.

“Hey, hey, careful there or ya gonna burn yourself,” Scout laughed, picking up his own bowl from the tray.

“But taybele,” Doc said, the pet name making his chest flutter harder than the time Archimedes spent stuck inside, “This is wonderful! And you made this?”

“Yup!” Scout said, puffing out his chest, “Family recipe! Don't worry, I'll show ya once you get better!”

“Please do!” Doc said, taking a bite off the bread. “Thank you, liebster.” Scout smiled and took his dear Doc's hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“Anytime, darlin'.”

#team fortress 2 #mediscout #blunt trauma #tf2 scout #tf2 medic #I already posted a link once but I am cross-posting here to now don't mind doo doo doo #miki.fic

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umlewis · 1 year

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lewis hamilton is interviewed ahead of the miami grand prix [part 1] - may 3, 2023 (transcription under the cut)

Interviewer: "So, Lewis, just saw you playing a bit of basketball. It looks like that's not your first time, right? You've played a bit before. You looked pretty good out there." Lewis: "I played when I was a kid, and I love to play when I can, but I haven't played for ages." Interviewer: "Do you get competitive even in those kind of situations?" Lewis: "Super. I think it's almost like a sickness. [laughs] When I lost, I was... Yeah, can't help it. I'm like, damnit! I'm like, re-run it. All I can think of is like, can I get them to re-run it? And then, at the end, I stayed and I just kept hitting... Just to get past that comeptitive part of me, so, yeah." Interviewer: "It did look good at the end. At the end, it looked like you were..." Lewis: "Yeah, but it should be... When the pressure was on, I should have been good." Interviewer: "Yeah. All I can say is, we had George do it a couple of years ago and you're better than George, so..." Lewis: "Oh, yeah, yeah. I mean, if I wasn't, it would be a huge let-down on that side of things. Like, I grew up playing. I love basketball and I follow it. George definitely doesn't. I don't know what other sport George... Maybe soccer or something like that, but..." Interviewer: "Well, we saw you two playing a bit of table tennis. That looked competitive." Lewis: "Oh, yeah, yeah. I need to get better at that, as well. Yeah, he had a ping pong table, like, we made a desk, and then he brought his own ping pong net, so yeah, I think we have to re-up that game. I definitely need to get better at ping pong." Interviewer: "So that's the one thing he's got on you, maybe? Is..." Lewis: "At the moment, he's killing me at... He beat me. Well, not killing me, but he beat me at ping pong, so I definitely need to work on that." Interviewer: "Yeah, I can see that." Lewis: "Hopefully, maybe we'll get a table more frequently, and then we'll see how it is at the end of the year." Interviewer: "It was great content, as well, seeing you two doing something like that." Lewis: "Yeah, it was good fun." Interviewer: "While we're on the subject of basketball, or back on the subject of basketball, I see you posted Giannis' piece in the press conference where he talked about failure and the very big difference between failure and steps to make progress. What did that say to you? Because obviously it's something which you wanted to put back out there, as well." Lewis: "I reposted it because I just felt... I've been in that position and I could feel the frustration. I knew exactly how it is, like that, 'cause when you're working toward something, it's all about... Success is made up of a ton of failures. You fail far more than you do succeed, and I think sometimes people are complacent when they're asking you questions. 'How does it feel to be failing?' It's not really that... There are no mistakes, there are only lessons, I keep saying, and you can't always win. But it's not how you fall, it's how you get back up. It's how you show up, day in, day out, and train, and continue to try to get to wherever it is you're trying to get to, which is obviously the top, and I thought it was really inspirational. I thought he just spoke very, very well. I think he was just very eloquent with how he put it down." Interviewer: "Yeah, 'cause we only tend to see the success; the tip of the iceberg, if you like. There must be so much that goes on, being a pro athlete, to get to that point and, obviously, like you say, failures, call them what you like, along the way, but it's all steps toward something important, right?" Lewis: "Yeah, exactly, but also people... I mean, the emotional stress you go through when you're working with a team... The emotional feelings you go through, the physical, where you're just constantly having to dig deep... And all sportsmen and women out there will know what it's like. It's great to see there's so many people so super competitive, but yeah, it's obviously a different... When you see them... From our side of the table, when you're on this side being asked questions and you're the one going through all this stuff... In the spotlight, as well. I feel sometimes it's difficult for people to understand, I guess." Interviewer: "Yeah, I mean, right now, obviously things aren't quite where you want it, but your motivation is still there. We heard you get out of the car in Baku and you were saying I don't just want one more year. I want several more years here. So where's that coming from, inside you?" Lewis: "I love what I do. I mean, racing has been my life... Two-thirds of my life, I've been racing, so there's never gonna be a day that I don't... I'm always gonna be watching racing. I'll always be a driver, 'til I die, right? The seasons are very long. It's a gruelling career, but it also gives so much. But I don't know. I'm loving working with my team, I'm still loving racing, and I love being in battle on track. And when you get in the zone, where you're really on top of everything, there's a special synergy that you have which is hard to find. And I'm 38, but I feel younger than ever. I'm training better than I've ever trained before, I feel like I'm in a great place, so I don't see why I would want to stop any time soon. And there's a lot more I wanna do within the sport. As the sport continues to grow, the work that we're doing, not only within the sport, but outside, in terms of the impact... And working here today with IWC and [unintelligible], getting young kids an opportunity to get into STEM from underserved communities, that's some incredible work, and I wanna be a part of that." Interviewer: "Yeah, 'cause that's really tied in with what you've tried to, as well, from Mission 44, and you were saying the other day that you'd like to expand it to the US, you'd like to expand it to Africa. Could you talk about what the plans are there?" Lewis: "Yeah, Mission 44, we're working on a plan to expand it to... I'd love to bring it to the States and I'd love to do some work... With my trip to Africa and discovering more about my heritage in Africa, I see there's so much opportunity out there for kids, and it's really hard to believe it if you can't see it, so it's creating an opportunity for these kids. Every kid deserves an opportunity; a good education. Every kid should understand what STEM could lead to, and it's not just one job, and I think there's just a lot of... And also just, I'm really focused on just transforming the lives of young, underserved kids. That's what drives me when I'm in the car. If I can get on the podium, and get first, and I have a bigger platform to push that narrative and work with great brands like IWC to actually make an impact when we are in these places... And it's not just about a product. I's actually about a real story and a journey that we're on."

#lewis hamilton #f1 #formula 1 #miami gp 2023 #fic ref #fic ref 2023 #miami #miami 2023 #miami 2023 wednesday #not a race #2023 not a race #between baku and miami 2023 #with george

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th3p0rtalmaker · 10 months

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Guys, I'm at the end of my rope. 😩

I won't wax eloquent on the details, but this is an emergency situation, so I figured I'd reach out to my Tumblr community for help.

Basically, I was supposed to stay in my university's summer dorms until mid-August, so I would have time to find an online job and hopefully save up enough money to start renting my own place in August. But today I received confirmation that I'm going to be kicked out and banned from the campus property in about 4 days due to some minor violations. You want to know just how minor those violations were? I took rolls of toilet paper out of public restrooms in various buildings on campus, and brought them back to my summer dorm (also a building on-campus and owned by the university). Why? Because don't have the money to buy self-hygiene essentials due to being out of work for over a year. (They accused me of 'stealing' this toilet tissue.) I also failed to attend a couple of meetings with university staff concerning my documented disability, and how it's been preventing me from completing all of the required room chores for residential students. (Yes, the university employs RAs to come into residential students' dorm rooms to check if chores have been completed, during the school year and over summer break.) A special committee for reviewing student conduct met to discuss my case today, and they decided that these two problems were sufficient reason to kick me out of my summer dorm and not allow me to set foot on campus property again until spring semester of 2024. By following the official process to appeal this verdict, I should secure myself a total of four more days in my summer dorm (from now until Tuesday of net week.) After that I will be forced off campus, and any personal belongings that I don't remove fast enough will permanently confiscated by the university. I enrolled at this university, and moved across three US states, to escape an abusive home and start my life over from scratch. As of now, I have no where to go after I leave my summer dorm. I'm in contact with a number of local people that I trust to discuss my situation with, and am pursuing every possible avenue to find a place to stay. (And I have a handful of close friends from out of state whom I've been updating.) My situation is desperate, so I decided to share my plight here with my Tumblr mutuals and followers. If you have any advice you'd like to offer me about how to move forward, my dms are open and I'd greatly appreciate your input. (Even if all you have to offer is some kind/encouraging words, I'd be more than happy to hear from you!) If you have some spare cash and are willing to send me a donation, my Venmo and PayPal handles are gonna be at the bottom of this post.

And if anyone suspects that this crisis will prevent me from writing and posting chapter 2 of my fanfic Incarnate...

DO NOT BE FOOLED BY THESE CIRCUMSTANCES. I HAVE STORY TO TELL, AND I'M GONNA TELL IT - ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.

As promised: Venmo - kmckenzie22 PayPal - RissaRooKangaQueen (If you live outside the US and want to send me a donation, PayPal has an app/website called 'Xoom' that can exchange and transfer money internationally! Feel free to DM me for details!)

#signal boost #adulting sucks sometimes #housing crisis #personal crisis #personal emergency #asking for donations #asking for advice #asking for support #asking for help #sad and stressed #feeling lonely #this is genuine bullshit #ableism at its finest #ableism at its worst #as bad as it sounds

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ladylooch · 5 months

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I am the anon with a question ☺️

I feel like such a normalized part of hockey culture (unfortunately) is the violence and the unhealthy coping mechanisms that come along with losing seasons.

I know you write most of your AU men as mostly perfect hubbies (as we’d like all men to be. I mean that’s the point of fiction, right?) but are there ever times when the teams are having a rough time during the season and the boys aren’t handling it well. Maybe taking their anger out at home (not physically). Do the girls ever get scared?

The way this is SUCH a thoughtful and eloquent question! I love it Nonnie! I did LOL @ all my men being perfect. I’m a comfort writer 😁 But they all have their moments. I think a huge chunk of being a professional athlete now is the mental gymnastics they need to work through, especially in these moments of frustration.

In the AUs specifically:

Nico & Lexi: We see that Nico gets sad and spins his wheels overanalyzing everything. But his focus is always on “I need to be better” and “I’m not good enough.” So, taking it out at home on his girls would not be his style. Not to say this version of him is fun to be around though. It is a chore to get Nico to participate in anything other than hockey. He spends most of the time on the couch snuggling with their babies, watching movies. Lexi allows it, but eventually confronts Nico about finding healthier ways to cope, so they can mirror for their daughters how to navigate challenges in a healthy way.

Timo & Emma: Emma Meier would never allow that behavior in their household. First, she grew up in a strong, calm and resilient household. Second, she would mama bear maul Timo if he thought about expressing his anger by throwing things or yelling angrily at her or their children. Now, Timo has gotten heated and yelled about the overall situation in the car ride home when it is just him and Emma. He feels safe expressing himself to her completely. But as with Nico, his competitiveness focuses that energy internally on himself. It takes a lot for Timo to be in a rage over his play, but when it happens, Emma is there holding his hand, assuring him he isn’t a giant pile of stinky garbage.

Miles & Kailey: As wild as Miles Wood is on the ice, off of it he is very soft spoken and shy. He uses hockey to channel all that internal chaotic energy into a focus. Now, when he is being scratched playoff game after playoff game in New Jersey? That is a level of frustration Kailey has never seen from him. But as always with Miles, Kailey is more worried about what is under the surface that he isn’t saying out loud. What is he tunneling down deep into his chest that is leaving marks on his beautiful soul? Miles kicks off his shoes and throws his bag and plops his big heavy body down on the couch net to Kailey. “Scratched again?” She murmurs, carding her fingers through the side of his hair. “I think I’m done here, babe.” Miles whispers from where his head is leaned back against the couch, eyes closed. Kailey doesn’t respond, but she agrees. Life in Jersey is coming to a close.

Kevin & Sam: Kevin Fiala wears his heart on his sleeve. Sam knew that before they were married. But what she is witnessing right now is unacceptable behavior. Kevin is screaming, carrying on, chucking things in and around the main area of their house. Thankfully, Luca and Lacey are out of the house with Kevin’s parents. “You are so unsupportive!” Kevin howls. Sam rolls her eyes. “You wanna be a teenager, Kevin? I’ll treat you like one.” She hisses back. This enrages him further. He begins to speak rapidly at her in Swiss German, using her lack of understanding as a weapon against her. Dick. He comes closer to Sam. Her shoulders tighten and she stands to her full height, speaking loudly over him. “I am not going to be treated like this in my own home. If you can’t get it together, then you need to leave.” Kevin squints. “This is my house.” “Not when you behave this way.”

Connor & Lucie: Connor learned his lesson when he lost Lucie. After his hit on Lio during a game, his hot temper followed him out of the locker room, in the car, and back to their apartment where she packed a suitcase and walked out saying she wouldn’t be raising a baby with someone who could say the things he was sating to her tonight. He never, EVER wants to feel like that again. If he is hot, he stays behind at the rink and calls his dad from the weight room. Miles has a way of putting the world back into perspective for his son.

Luca & Liv: In the category of could absolutely never is Luca Fiala. He has an incredible ability to turn it all off once his skates come off. It could be a terrible, game 7 loss in the playoffs and he would still show up for Liv the same way- with a kiss and a smile and a “you ready to go home, baby?” He is actually perfect. I can barely imagine him otherwise.

Lio & Sav: Lio spent many years of his career coping in unhealthy ways. By the time him and Savannah are together, for real, he has all of them in a cauldron to pull from after every Devils loss. As the captain, he takes it hard. So he pulls out the drinking and the partying and begging to fuck it out of him with Savannah. None of those things are what Savannah wants to do. She wants to talk to him. She wants him to know she isn’t alone by holding his hand or rubbing his back- soft touches that make them melt into a better world. He spends a lot of that first season they are together running from her and himself. It hurts them both. Eventually, with encouragement from Lucie, he reaches out to Nico, who spends countless hours on the phone with him from that moment on. Nico shares stories and wisdom in ways Timo can’t relate to. Nico understands very well the pressure on Lio’s shoulders and together they work that weight into a manageable container that Lio can take off after the game to be present with Sav.

#when aus collide

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