#kasper writes

[blingblong55]

recruit: wow, your so strong ~ *girlie was giggle*

Soap: heh, I know I am *muscle flex*

*sound of scrambling in the hall and then grim bursts into the door. They look around the room before locking eyes with the recruit and growling, then dashing at them. Soap quickly leans down and wrap his arms around grim, lifting them off the ground and holding them to his chest*

Soap: shit, grim! Sorry, their always like this around new people *struggle noises*

Recruit: *backed up against a wall and visibly shaking* ...r-really?

grim: *FERAL DEMON NOISES*

...yeahhhh, grim be protective of their boys, this also works for Simon. Even in the grim has a crush on Keegan time, they will sprint across base to stop any attempts at flirting with Simon, thats their man no one elses! Yet, they surprisingly don't do this for Keegan, ensue jealous Keegan as grim has to be cradled to Simons chest all day like a cat due to people not getting the massage that Simon isn't up for grabs. Simon must also pet grim like a cat or they get angy

Is it love? is it jealousy? who knows but what should be known is that although not possible, rabies is what suddenly hits those who flirt with the boys

I also know that Keegan so suddenly drops that he is sick and must need to be taken care of so for once Grim can finally leave Simons chest and go to his

#grim x cod #soap x grim #ghost x grim #keegan x grim #kasper writes #cod

[kasperslibrary55]

This is my backup account where I reblog the work from my main and also reblog some of my other interests, sub/horny posts

Main blog

#kasper writes

[msmargaretmurry]

hello friends!! excited to share that i am offering beta-reading services for @fandomtrumpshate this year! you can see my offer post here and the other hrpf offerings here! looking forward to hopefully helping someone with a fun writing project 💕

#you may find yourself asking becky did u straight up crib some of the language from kasper's offer post last year? yes i did #tbh writing the unwilling to address section was such an exercise in humility bc i was like. girl u cant just list every player u don't lik #pruning and curating my hater tendencies and committing to sucking it up if someone wants a beta for fic about my enemies............ #we are calling it GROWTH #anyway feel free to dm me on here or on discord if you have questions! #fandom trumps hate #hockey for ts

[kasperbunny]

wrote a lil thing of danse taking care of arty. i have bad pain days of my own so i wanted to project and vent thru arty. also for context they are at red rocket. enjoy <3

The wooden rocking chair creaked as Artemis plopped into it, the bottom of his cane clinking against the hard, concrete floor and echoing throughout the garage. He sighed exasperatedly, using his foot to gently rock himself as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. 

His peace was soon interrupted, albeit not rudely, as the ex-paladin passed by, poking his head into the open door of the garage to check on the other. Artemis thought it cute how Danse always seemed to end up in the same location as him, like he was a lost puppy following him around.

“Hi.”

“Hey, Danse,” Artemis rocked gently, his voice soft as he kept his eyes closed.

“Something the matter?” Danse had fully stepped into the garage now. If Artemis had opened his eyes he would’ve seen Danse looking at him concerningly with those big brown eyes of his.

“...’m alright. Leg is just acting up again.”

“Could I assist you with that?”

Artemis didn’t answer right away. His eyes slowly blinked open as he peered up at the other man, who was looking down at him with his usually stern face, although his thick eyebrows were scrunched in concern. Artemis smiled gently at that. Danse was always so charmingly expressive, even if he didn’t realize it most of the time.

“I’ll be alright, babe. It’s just one of those days.”

“I want to help,” Danse’s heart leapt at the term of endearment. He still wasn’t used to being referred to in such an endearing way, especially from someone like Artemis. He didn’t dislike it, he just needed time to adjust to it.

“I won’t stop you, but you don’t have to worry so much about me. Been dealin’ with it for years,” He shifted his leg slightly, wincing as pain shot up his body.

“I know,” Danse was already down on the ground, sitting himself comfortably on the cold floor as he started to work Artemis’ boots off his feet, “But we’re…partners. I want to help you. Especially considering everything you’ve done for me.”

Artemis chuckled at Danse’s hesitance to call him his partner. He supposed they hadn’t quite reached ‘boyfriend’, but he could settle for ‘partner’ for the time being.

“So you’re just paying back a debt?” He jested, watching as Danse slipped his boots off and tentatively placed them to the side, shoelaces tucked neatly inside of them.

“Not at all,” Danse pressed his thumb firmly into the sole of Artemis’ left foot, letting up slightly when he noticed Artemis wincing at the pressure, “I’m simply showing my appreciation.”

Artemis only hummed in response, fluttering his eyes shut once more and leaning back in his chair, relaxing as much as he could as Danse took over.

They stayed in relative silence for a few long moments, the only noises being Artemis’ soft murmurs of appreciation and Danse’s occasional ‘like this?’ as he worked his hands along Artemis’ leg. Every time Artemis would simply nod his head in response, the pain radiating along his leg and up into his thigh subduing slightly at Danse’s touch. It wouldn’t last long, but the short relief was more than welcome.

At some point, Artemis’ grip softened on the cane in his hand, causing it to drop to the floor with a loud ‘clang’ against the hard floor. He grumbled, cursing under his breath and beginning to adjust himself to pick it up.

“It’s alright. Don’t move,” Danse paused his massage for a moment, picking up the cane that had fallen to the ground and placing it neatly next to Artemis’ boots.

“Thanks,” Artemis mumbled, relaxing back into his chair with a sigh through his nose, “You know, I really like this chair.”

“You do?” Danse looked up at him, his hands resuming their work. His thumbs working themselves into his knee made Artemis hum in appreciation.

“Yeah. I’m glad you built it,” Artemis looked tired, but his words seemed genuine. 

Danse remembered when he had built it. He had been bored, seemingly having much less to keep him occupied since he left the Brotherhood. He had already done as many repairs on the little rest stop as he could, and he could only tinker so much with his power armor. His pacing must have annoyed Artemis, because the man had yelled at him to find something to do, anything but pacing around and making him nervous. So Danse had found some spare wood lying around and got to work. He hadn’t known at the time exactly what he was working toward, but a chair seemed like the best outcome. He figured it would be nice to have some more furniture around their makeshift home, and it occupied him enough to keep out of Artemis’ hair.

“I could build you another,” Danse finally smiled up at him, leaning forward and pressing a small, chaste kiss to the leg in his hands, the material of his pants bunching up where Danse pressed his lips.

“What, so we can sit in our rocking chairs on the porch like an old married couple?” His lips quirked up into an amused smirk as he glanced down at Danse.

“Do people do that?” Danse asked the question genuinely, tilting his head slightly to the side almost like a dog.

“Used to. In my time,” Artemis tentatively stretched his leg out, his pain dull for the moment. Danse was just softly running his hand over the underside of his leg, “Sounds nice, having nothin’ to worry about.”

“I suppose it does,” Danse agreed, although he didn’t enjoy the thought of sitting for hours on end. He was never good at keeping still for long, he always seemed to need something to do, “How is your pain?”

“Better,” He grumbled quietly, seemingly struggling to keep his eyes open, “Probably need to rest. You mind if I close my eyes for a while?” That always seemed to be Artemis code for ‘I need a nap.’

“Not at all. I’m sure Dogmeat and I can hold down the fort,” Danse gave Artemis’ leg one last little rub with his thumb before he rose to his feet, grabbing a nearby blanket hanging across the power armor workstation. Ever since Danse had built the chair and moved it into the garage, Artemis had taken countless naps here, so it was better to leave any spare blankets in here just for that reason.

“Thanks, Danse,” Artemis muttered as the blanket was carefully draped across him, the gentle motion making his chest ache in the best way possible. He still wasn’t used to the sort of loving, domestic relationship they had fallen into over time. It wasn’t perfect, they weren’t perfect, but he appreciated it more than words could express. He wanted to say more, to thank Danse for more than just the massage, more than just the chair, more than just the blanket, but his tongue always seemed to get twisted up. A simple thank you would suffice for now, it seemed.

“Of course,” Danse was smiling that sweet smile at him, the kind that made his eyes soften and his forehead crinkle up. The kind of smile that seemed so genuine and so specifically for Artemis himself, “Try to get some rest, Artemis. I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

#kasper yaps #danse/art #artemis tag #kas writes stuff #paladin danse #debated on putting it in the main tag but eh. why not #[throws my sole at everyone] you will see him #this was so so self indulgent like moreso than anything else i write lol #just been having pain lately and i needed to vent. sorry arty knee pain be upon ye

[moregraceful]

list of words that are absolutely harrowing to do a ctrl+f on while i'm editing:

just

only

a little

a lot

a moment

slightly

#i used ''just'' THIRTY TIMES in an 8k fic!! #THIRTY!! #anyway i had tweeted this but i deleted twitter and discovered rn that they don't save bookmarks #so i'm posting it so i can reference it bc i always forget my list #I FEEL REAL FEAR EVERYTIME I LOOK THESE WORDS UP #IT MAKES ME A BETTER WRITER BUT AT WHAT COST my god #cool stories with kasper #things to remember when i write

[1nf3ct3d-x3]

uhm. hi. im answering now. please be nice i have a headache.

#i'll be here until friday i believe? i'm not too sure honestly. #i just read through the posts. i am so confused. did i ghost-write some of these? what's up with that? #regretevator #roblox regretevator #infected regretevator #kasper regretevator #regretevator infected #regretevator kasper #ask blog #asks open #send asks #[EVIL NOISES EVIL NOISES. LORE!!!!!/OOC] #[also i feel.. rlly cringe for this. its stupid/silly/ooc] #kasparc

[garadinervi]

Kasper-Florio, Nachtschicht 20 / Good Life Books. Raum für zeitgenössisches Publizieren, Kunstmuseum St. Gallen / Kunstverein St. Gallen, St. Gallen, November 8-9, 2019 [Museum für Gestaltung Zürich]

#graphic design #typography #visual writing #poster #kasper florio #kunstmuseum st. gallen #kunstverein st.gallen #museum für gestaltung zürich #2010s

[somedaytakethetime]

He's literally obsessed with kicking the ball at this kid in this fashion lately... show off..

Bonus of my favourite, precious dansk rotte:

#the way i learn words just to be able to use them when referring to this man.. #also if that's not correct? i don't care 😤 come speak my language and find out it's not so fun either #anyway in totally unrelated news today i have that song from Barbie stuck in my head #you know that one that Billie wrote for it? the really depressing one? #yeah that one.. you don't understand the melancholy i'm living with besties.. #meanwhile Kasper is posting about the beach on his stories while i'm out here rotting away #and it's sick and twisted because i KNOW he's about to hit that sauna again.. my man *is* obsessed with it.. and he'll never post about it #he'll never drop a little selfie like he did.. totally shirtless... i miss that... #enough sorrow let me get back to work #Kasper Schmeichel #king thicccness #danish captain america #actually now that i think about it.. #i could have written min yndlings dansk rotte.. but i don't know how to say precious yet #i'm poor on complimentary vocabulary.. or vocabulary in general 😅 #edit to add: learning that that is not correct is hilarious #so if i want to say it that way then I'd have to attach possibly dansk rotte to it too? #because apparently yndling is a noun so you have to add the s and make it into a compound word? #there's also favorit and that's an adjective which makes it simpler because i can just write 'min favorit dansk rotte' but #favorit doesn't necessarily mean it's my personal favourite from what I'm reading and Kaspy is definitely my personal favourite so.. #min yndlingsdanskrotte? min yndlingsrotte would likely be more correct? HOW BIG CAN THESE DAMN COMPOUND WORDS GET?? #learning is hard and I'm too old and dumb 😔😔😔 #i genuinely don't understand this language and it makes me want to cry but anyway 😂

[thevoiceofdesertbluffs]

Hii been a bit inactive but. Finally got around to revising the fic i wrote after listening to The Big Dig (with some help)! It's rather short but!

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #kasper rhodes #blake jones #wtnv 238 #goosey writing #sorry I haven't been posting a lot lately #anxiety n all that. Am mostly fine tho! But yes i will be slower on posts for the time being #but for now i hope you enjoy my fic ::]

[blingblong55]

ima give you a lil delight dearest 😉

Ringing, silence, why do the silence so loud? I cough and wave a hand in front of me, the dust tickling my lungs as I breathe in. I stumble as I slowly ride to my feet, a hand pressing against the ruble that was once a building. Fucking told Mactiavish not to blow it yet, bastards in for a- "shit, fuck, no!" ...Simon? My eyes widen and I feel fear, ugly and all to familiar, swell in my chest. Any pain I had felt is shoved to the back of my mind as I run, following the sound of Simons voice and his scent I smell just barely in the air. It's smells...wrong, something is wrong, the thought Simon could be hurt makes me speed up, and I almost slip and fall in the pieces of concrete littering ground to get to him.

My chest heaves and I take in the sights of Simon backed against a large chunk of ruble, leaning against it with a zombie, dead by the head shot wound I can see in the middle of its forehead, clutching tightly at his ankles. "Simon!" i shout, overjoyed he was alright and jog over to him, dropping to my knees "Simon your o-...Simon? " i feel fear creep up my spine once again as Simon clutched his right arm to chest, a pistol in his hand presumably the one he used to shoot the zombie, with his left arm and staring intently at it with something I had only ever seen in his eyes twice, fear, pure unbridled fear. I follow his gaze and my expression becomes one of horror and anguish, he was bit. I feel tears pool in my eyes, mumbling with a breaking voice "no no no, not you Si"

Simon turns his head to me, to his eyes all to soft and gentle for a dying man "Grim" he utters my name and I shake my head, leaning forward and clutching at his arm, pressing myself against him like a distressed child "no!" I sob, the force causing me to heave "Grim" Simon says again, his voice more stern. I open my eyes, when had I closed them, and he looks at me so gentle, so soft, so warm. Normally I would've felt immediately safe, but it only causes more hysteria "no Simon! We already lost dad, I'm not losing you too!" I feel something sweet in my chest and throat, choking me from the inside. I shake Simon to get my point across, but still when I feel a hand graze my jaw, I look up to meet Simon's eyes, I can tell her smiling under his mask " it's okay" no, no it's not! My family is dying and it's okay?! "Is okay Grim, it'll be okay"

pulled out my skills for this one 😋😘

(I started Fucking crying bro, this shit got me fucked up😭😭)

hanging this up on the wall, this is pure perfection, well written, thought he'd wake us up from a dream but no

gut wrenching, heart stopping..

I am applauding at you!!!!!!!!!!!

#cod mw2 #cod #cod x reader #mwii #ghost cod #call of duty #cod zombies #kasper writes

[msmargaretmurry]

"hunger still burning" any ship! what about. the ducklings

ducklings! i think the ducklings are very cute but have never really felt a desire to write them because they feel like they lack the inherent drama that pairings i end up writing have. however, "hunger still burning" feels like a dramatic title, so obviously if i wrote this fic i would have invented some drama!

for some reason what has manifested in my brain for this is a like... dystopian climate fiction-y alternate timeline. like, hockey at the end of the world-style where the hockey is still happening but the world where the hockey is happening has really Gone Thru It and is still Going Thru It. there's something about the west coast that inspires climate fiction in me, which might have something to do with how seasons aren't real in southern california and might have something to do with all the wildfires. it's also probably partly @birdcage's fault. regardless! this fic would be a dystopian climate fiction-y alternate timeline.

bear with me while i get a little weird here, but i have this universe that i've been conceptualizing in my head for ages where the worldbuilding is based entirely on twitter shitposts (this is not all of them, but you get the picture) with the vague intention of maybe writing something set there someday. perhaps this fic is set in this universe. things are weird. there are orbs. we just don't know what happened to nevada. the climate is all fucked up; basically all resources are privatized and at a premium; the drought is never-ending; there are strict rules about consumption for everyone but the most elite.

you know what socal really doesn't need under these circumstances? professional ice hockey. TOTAL energy drain. and yet they've managed to keep their foothold, in part because as temperatures rise, a ticket for a few hours inside an ice rink to watch a game is a pretty hot commodity (careful, though, a ballot measure might be coming for their arenas any day now) (just kidding, as if the general populace gets to make decisions about public funding anymore) -- and also because professional athletes serve a purpose beyond entertainment, now; they get to play their little games and live their relatively pampered little lives and provide a laughable sense of normalcy to the huddled masses, and they are also constant experiments in the quest to optimize the human body.

(this "optimize the body, save the world" venture definitely started as the brainchild of some tech bro with too much money and an echo chamber the size of antarctica [pre-melted version] -- something about optimism the body meaning optimizing the use of resources and some other bullshit. it's definitely not going to save anyone, but everyone with power is too bought in at this point to be swayed.)

ANYWAY. sorry, you asked for ducklings and i'm over here up to my eyeballs in speculative fiction. so let's put the ducklings into this world. trevor, performatively blasé about living through a long, slow apocalyse, always cracking jokes about it. but jamie makes him want to give a shit what happens to the world. jamie, more concerned and also more resigned to the way things are, but trevor makes him want to want more. the two of them watching the sunset from the roof of their apartment as the sky turns colors no one ever thought a sky could turn, before all this. i don't know if there would be a real plotty plot; i think the story would largely be just about them surviving in this weird, grim world together. something about the alienation from the self that happens when your body no longer belongs to you, and the way that love can bring you back to yourself. something about how the optimal human experience has little to do with the body and so much more to do with the soul.

#ask #writing meme #jamie and z #hockey for ts #kasper do you remember that hush sound au........... #also i'm on mobile and idk if the read more is gonna work so sorry if it doesn't #if it malfunctions i will fix it when i get out of the bath

[kasperbunny]

heres another little Danse/Art drabble bc i like them. this is a little bit after blind betrayal, but theyve been in a "situationship" long before that. theyre actually nice to each other in this one yayyy

Danse had almost forgotten he even gave his dog tags to Artemis, what with everything else that had gone on that day. He wasn’t usually one to forget things, but he supposed everyone had their moments.

He only noticed them again when he had caught Artemis tinkering with his gun at one of the nearby work stations. Art had abandoned his usual black jumpsuit once they had left the Brotherhood, instead adorning a basic black tee, the dog tags jangling against his chest as he worked.

The realization made Danse stop and stare for a moment before he finally said something.

“You still have them.”

His voice caught the attention of the other man, who stopped what he was doing to look at Danse with confusion.

“What?”

“My dog tags. I gave them to you before we were exiled. I didn’t know you kept them.”

Artemis glanced a quick look down at his own chest where the necklace lay, his hand coming up to mull it over in his fingers before he looked back up with a quizzical look.

“Well, yeah,” he ran a thumb over one of the tags absentmindedly, “You gave ‘em to me. I thought I was going to lose you so I, uh…” he cleared his throat awkwardly, suddenly uncharacteristically embarrassed as he drummed his fingers against the workbench, “It just…reminds me that you’re here, is all.”

Danse felt himself smile at how red in the face Art looked. It was rare to see him so choked up on his words. Art was assertive, sometimes worryingly so, and never afraid to voice his opinion whether it was warranted or not. Danse admired his ferocity, but enjoyed seeing this genuine side to him as well.

“I appreciate that you kept them,” Danse had stepped closer as they spoke, reaching out a hand for Artemis to take, which he did, gently intertwining their fingers together, “I’m…grateful for you, Artemis.”

Artemis’ face was burning. It was so difficult not to dismiss Danse’s words entirely and push him away. They had both grown accustomed to their cat and mouse relationship, and it was seemingly difficult to settle into something a little more…genuine. Maybe even domestic, time permitting. The thought frightened Artemis to his core, but the fear of losing Danse frightened him even more so.

“God, don't get sentimental on me,” Art laughed nervously, running a hand through his long, dark hair, the wedding band on his finger glinting in the sunlight as he did so. He supposed he was sentimental too, now having another memento of his love, this one hanging around his neck. He hoped he wasn't starting a collection.

“I'm only being honest,” Danse was still smiling, a sight that made Art's heart beat faster in his chest, “You saved me, and although I've had to start my life over, I'm glad it's with you.”

“What, even after all the hell I put you through?” Artemis was being pulled close by their interlocking hands now, close enough that their chests were touching, “That I'm still putting you through, I guess.”

Danse’s free hand was cupping his face now, his calloused thumb rubbing over the scar that webbed its way across Artemis’ cheek. Art nuzzled affectionately into that familiar, warm hand, his eyes closing in contentment.

“Yes,” Danse actually chuckled at that. He knew their relationship was strange and uncomfortable at times. They had started out hating each other, Danse couldn't remember anyone who had ever pushed his buttons and got under his skin quite like Artemis had done so many times in the past. Sometimes he still annoyed him, they still butted heads, but they had grown to understand each other, even care about each other, and Danse had never felt so drawn to another person in his life, “Especially so. No one else could handle your insubordination.”

Art barked out a laugh, slapping Danse on the chest playfully. A genuine laugh from Artemis was rare, and Danse savored it every time it graced his presence.

“Oh, so you can make jokes?” Art huffed out a breath at the end of his laugh, still grinning as they pressed their foreheads together. Their noses were touching and they could feel each other's breath. 

“I suppose you're rubbing off on me.”

Danse was eager to close the gap between them, their lips finally connecting in a heated kiss as he pulled Artemis in close by his hips. Art was more than happy to return the embrace, a small noise of approval escaping his throat as he leaned into the other’s touch. He snuck a hand to the back of Danse’s neck, his fingers coiling up into soft, dark hair as he kept him in place.

They stayed that way for a moment, only breaking apart when Artemis finally needed to come up for air. If he didn’t need to breathe, Artemis knew he could drown in those lips for eternity.

Artemis worried at his bottom lip as they stood there, held to each other and staring into each other's eyes. He felt like he wanted to say something, anything, to express how he felt. He thought he might love Danse, but his stomach coiled at the thought of acknowledging it. Instead, he pushed it down, content to just keep things as they were. For now.

“I, uh…” Art flashed his teeth in a nervous grin, the sight of his sharp canines making Danse’s stomach flip in joy, “I could use your help working on this gun, if you're up for it.”

“Of course,” Danse’s eyes crinkled in a soft smile. His hand was caressing Art’s cheek again before descending to his chest, taking his own dog tags between his fingers and brushing his thumb over one, like he was admiring it, “I would be more than happy to help.” 

#kasper yaps #danse/art #artemis tag #kas writes stuff #look!! they can be sweet! sometimes! #art struggles with gushy romantic feelings but he is trying so hard bro #i had the thought of art still wearing danses dog tags after BB and i had to write smth bc it sounded soooo sweet ;w;

[moregraceful]

Please imagine the look on my face when I got a prompt response notification on AO3 that was a) animal transformation, b) featured DEL legend Pat Sieloff. I think I just died for 15 minutes.

#no wait set the scene: #me: writing a long email to mitch about the signed sieloff hockey stick i am sending to him and how the proshop gave me 15% #hit send. gmail app goes back to inbox. oh boy an email from ao3 that someone responded to one of prompts! #nuked from ORBIT #and can you imagine this all started with maddy saying ''STOP SHOWING ME PICTURES OF PAT SIELOFF'' #and maggie and becs being like pat sieloff is still playing????? #thereby guaranteeing i would double down?? #pov: it is a beautiful fall day in california and you are a deranged kasper #fresno oilers.txt #btw can someone please nail me to the cross and make me do laundry tonight i am COMPLETELY out of socks

[thelonelywiz]

OC: KASPER MONTE [DRASTIC TIMES]

“Someone's gotta be the bad cop. Heh, get it?”

Species: human

Race, ethnicity & nationality: african-american

Pronouns: he/him

Gender & Sexuality: asexual cis man, isn’t attracted to women but the rest is up in the air

Age: 29

Fun fact: big fan of Batman and DC comics

Taglist: @calenhads, @thelittlestspider, comment or write in the tags if you want to be added to the taglist :D

#oc: kasper monte #drastic times #my writing #original character #the worst ace rep ever sorry guys /hj #he's like if abel was a piece of shit #but also no disrespect to my man abel #shoutout to abel fr #fucked up that happened to him or whatever

[selkiefinalist]

10, 20, 22!

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

i don’t think so? WAIT - when i stumbled into writing hockey rpf i wrote this tk/patty fic at what was probably close to the height of that ship’s popularity, i had no idea, and the response to that was overwhelming (look it was very small potatoes but i’m more of a rarepair writer at heart and having more than like seven people read something was fun ofc but stressful). i’m back in my niche now thankfully for all of us

20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written?

oh no, maybe either heel or made up because they felt like actual titles and played on themes in the respective fics and made me feel clever which rarely happens as i am normally honoring the long tradition of panic-selecting from various song lyrics right before posting, as have those who have come before and will come after me

22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?

yes, always*!!! the worst part is figuring out how they get there but i’d say i usually have a couple of scenes that are soooo clear to me right off the bat and thankfully one of them is the end or close to it

*i mean, who knows, statistically. but in my heart i think this is pretty accurate. and the heart is an accurate measure

#thanks kasper #i am terrible at asks but you do not know this about me #replies #hockey rpf #what is writing? #i don’t know her #more graceful