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[zibanejad]

Do you know how to listen to Rangers games on the radio? I can’t find a good internet station. Thanks!

i don’t usually listen to games on the radio, but i believe you can listen to games for free through the nhl app! i found this link online too, but i haven’t used this before so im not sure how it works: https://www.nhl.com/info/team-audio

#notoriouscs #im pretty sure you can still listen to games for free through the app but i haven’t done it in a while #anybody else have ideas?

[blusical]

You know what fuck it. If you're tagged in this post, just know that you are amazing and I hope you have a good fucking day. (If you don't want to be tagged please tell me) @artemistlbreadco @freebooter4ever @restingbuchface @saucerfulofsins @toothlessdudebros @national-hockey-lesbian @goaliekiss @catboygretzky @notoriouscs @stillfertile

#because we deserve a hockeyblr without folks ruining the fun #and dw if i didnt tag you! i might make more of these in the future #hockeyblr #positivity

[camillemontespan]

forever and eternity [drake x camille AU] [chapter two: the descendants]

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I’m not sure who else is still languishing in this fandom but here is the 2nd chapter of this AU fic that seems to have gotten some popularity. Thank you so much for reading the first chapter, I appreciate your comments. 

Chapter One here 

In my head canon, Camille is actually a descendant of Madame de Montespan, purely because I LOVE Montespan’s story. It might seem a bit silly writing her into it like this but this is my fic so... 

********************************* It had been 96 years since Camille Montespan had seen Drake Walker.

She rounded the corner around the back of the diner and pitched up against the brick wall, leaning her hands on the wall so she could steady herself. Hot tears blinded her vision as she struggled to breathe. 

‘Camille!’

His voice. His voice had a certain softness underneath the deep tones. So familiar to her. 

She slowly turned around to face Drake. He looked like he had seen a ghost. She imagined that she did too. 

‘How are.. How are you still alive?’ Camille asked, knowing her question sounded incredibly weird to a casual observer but to her, it meant the world. 

‘How are YOU still alive?’ Drake hurled back. His skin had gone back to normal but his eyes were still wild. ‘Camille, what the fuck?’

Camille raised a hand. ‘Hey, don’t start interrogating me, Drake! I have questions for you too!’

Drake stepped back. His eyes now narrowed.

‘You’ve got questions for me?’ he asked. ‘Seriously? Camille, you’re the one who upped and left! You didn’t even leave a note! I woke up and you were gone!’

As his voice began to rise, Camille’s eyes filled with fresh tears. She brought her hands up to grip her head as she turned around in a circle, trying to make sense of what was happening right now.

‘It’s been 96 years,’ Drake went on, his voice harsh, ‘I have thought about you every fucking day for 96 years. I thought you were gone. Dead. But no. Here you are, working in this shitty diner looking like you haven’t aged a day!’

Camille rubbed her eyes fiercely. When she looked up at him, he was staring at her, waiting for her to speak. 

‘I didn’t know-’ she began.

‘Didn’t know what?’ Drake interrupted. 

Camille bit her lip and looked down at the ground, wringing her hands together. ‘I didn’t know you were like me..’ 

Drake swallowed. ‘I didn’t know you were like me either.’

Camille felt a sob escape her throat. She could feel tears slowly sliding down her cheeks as she felt every emotion a human could feel. 

Sadness. Guilt. Shame. Love. Joy. Confusion. Anger. 

Anger.

Yes, she was more angry. Angry at herself. Angry at the universe.

96 years she had thought about Drake Walker. 96 years she thought he was dead. But here he was, alive and well, looking exactly as he did when she left him. 

96 years wasted. 

*************************************

Throughout her time on earth, Camille Montespan had lived many lives. She had been poor, she had been rich. She had travelled the globe. She had loved and she had lost. 

She had loved one more than most. 

Camille’s beginnings were confined to the history books. Her name - her real name - was Francois-Athenais  (Athenais being her preferred name) and she was born in 1640. The daughter of a French duke, she became a prolific member of the royal court, serving as a lady in waiting for the Queen. Her wit and beauty had soon earned her a place in the king’s bed. 

Louis, the Sun King, had fallen for her and she became his favourite. Until she wasn’t anymore.   

Sometimes, when Camille waited tables and locked up the diner at midnight, she thought back to her time amongst the gold silk sheets of Louis’ bed,  and laughed at how different her life was now. 

Camille came to the slow, haunting realisation that she was in fact, immortal, when she reached her 60th birthday yet still looked 27. 

She had suspicions, of course. But it was on her 60th birthday that she truly accepted the fact. France had become a place of suspicion and death; many people believed that ordinary women were witches. If they looked at her and saw her unlined face and smooth skin, the accusations would be life threatening. 

Camille left France in 1700, deciding to travel to the New World to see where life would take her. 

And what a life. 

It was a life she could never tell anyone about. She changed her name to Camille Montespan; she wanted to hold onto that integral part of her identity that had shaped her. If anyone studied French history and thought it was funny that she shared a name with the infamous Madame de Montespan, who was the Sun King’s favourite mistress and who was embroiled in one of the most deadly events at Versailles, she simply said that she was her descendant. 

Because at this point, she felt like a descendant. She had lived this long.

********************

‘We need to talk,’ Drake said, interrupting Camille’s thoughts. ‘You owe me that much.’

Camille pressed her lips together and nodded. ‘Okay. Let’s talk. I know a bar down the street.’

Drake smirked and Camille felt her stomach flip. God, that smirk. She forgot the impact it always had on her. 

‘Hey!’

Camille turned to see a tall blonde man walking towards them. He nodded at Drake. ‘You okay, man?’

Drake laughed bitterly. ‘I’m alive.’

The man cast a long glance at Camille. ‘So she’s one of us.’

Camille frowned. ‘Who are you?’

‘Leo,’ he said. ‘And I know exactly who you are, Camille. This guy hasn’t shut up about you for 96 years.’

Drake turned red. Camille’s eyes widened. ‘You’re like us?’

Leo nodded. ‘Unfortunately.’

Camille’s head swam with more thoughts. How many people were out there who were like her? She thought she was the only one. 

‘I need a drink..’ she muttered.

Leo laughed. ‘I second that. Drake?’

‘I need a whisky,’ Drake said. ‘A bottle.’

Leo pointed down the street. ‘I know this bar-’

‘We’re going there,’ Camille interrupted. 

Leo glanced between Camille and Drake. ‘God, I can see why you guys got together.’ 

Drake let out a groan. ‘Leo, man!’

‘I’m KIDDING,’ Leo protested. ‘Alright, let’s go. Camille can explain what she’s been doing.’

The three of them began to make their way down the street towards the bar. Camille’s heart hammered in her chest. How could she explain? How could she tell Drake what happened? 

96 years wasted. 

#the royal romance #drake walker #drake x camille #drake x camille au #choices fanfic

[lizacstuff]

Somehow I’ve already made it through 28 episodes (hides in shame). I have been in major binge mode. Just so good! But now I don’t know if I want to watch the memory loss episodes until I know things are starting to get better. They sound like they might be kind of infuriating to watch and then have to wait a week for a new one. Plus I don’t really want to see the human praying mantis again (once you said that I couldn’t unsee it).

It’s been a fun ride this far. And fun to pick up some Turkish! Thanks for introducing me!

Yay! I’m glad you’ve enjoyed it! 

I can understand your hesitation and wanting to wait until we have a few more episodes under our belt with this current storyline. (it would undoubtedly be easier to watch as a binge) For me, the thing that makes it worth it to watch week to week is fandom. The show has such a huge following on IG and Twitter and the cast is super active, so it’s fun to follow along all week. 

The cast/crew are always posting from set, so we get little spoilers, (for instance today the cast has been filming themselves having snowball fights while on location) then there’s always a second trailer that drops usually around Tuesday and then more promo stuff on Thursday/Friday.  Then fandom sits around with baited breath on Saturdays waiting to see if Hande and Kerem go live on Instagram. (If you haven’t watched their old ones, go to youtube and google Hanker live English subtitles and enjoy!) 

So there’s upside both ways! 

#sckask #asklizac #notoriouscs #sck fandom

[thesschesthair]

notoriouscs replied to your post “In other news, these needs to be more s2 fic. Just saying. I’m on a s2...”

You got good recs from what you just read?

INDEEDY!!

Save me from the nothing I become - Laschatzi When they find Neal in New York and Emma locks Killian in the closet. They never showed what happened there. 

The shorter story - bluestoplights Season 2 Canon-Divergence / Emma and Hook are not friends. He gets into trouble and she's the sheriff. It's just natural that they're forced to spend time together.

Dirty magic - andromeda3116 "The price for getting what you want, is getting what once you wanted." After three hundred years plotting his revenge, Killian begins to wonder just who it is he's trying to kill. After eight years of telling herself it doesn't hurt anymore, Emma begins to wonder just who it is she's trying to fool.

These three always come to mind when I think of s2 fics. My personal faves.

And as always, i’ll never miss an opportunity to pimp the ‘You give me’ series by ForPony39.

They’re in order

You give me fever

You give me chills

You give me hell

You give me love (my favourite one that can also be read as a stand alone)

You give me breakfast?

I’d also suggest checking out these two pages of S2 fics that shady-swan-jones put together in her great masterlist

S2 LIST P1

S2 LIST P2

That should hopefully keep you busy for a little while, ey??

Enjoy!!!

#notoriouscs

[hollyethecurious]

notoriouscs replied to your post “CS AU: Upon These Shores”

That was pretty rough, my friend. What did Killian ever do to hurt you so much?!? I’m left wondering if it was really a Hollywood ending or if his loves were there to greet him as he sank under the waves.

If that’s how you choose to read between the lines, I’m certainly not going to stop you.

#notoriouscs #curious replies #upon these shores

[initiala]

notoriouscs replied to your photoset: I’M HAVING AN ANEURYSM AND IT’S ENTIRELY...

Wait, are they the pups or do they have the pups?

I guess you’ll have to find out starting on August 6 ;)

#notoriouscs #self-five getting that subtle promo hashtag always on brand hashtag always hustling #i actually hate myself for typing that out btw

[welllpthisishappening]

If we make it through the next 3 outs, can you have a chat with your sweet baby boy Aaron Judge and snap him out of this please? If he's a character in one of your stories, Emma needs to call him back already!

My smol child Aaron Judge is doing his best - as I have informed my husband every time he’s casually mentioned to me that my smol child Aaron Judge has struck out, approximately, 82 times this postseason. 

BUT JUST LOOK AT HIS FACE

Hello, hi, I love him. I talk about the Rangers all the time and my Rangers fandom all the time, but I have been a Yankees fan since the dawn of time. More or less. I’m still not convinced I’m not going to marry Derek Jeter and we paid a questionable amount of money to go to his Monument Park induction and I cried a questionable amount. 

That being said, I haven’t been this psyched about a Yankees team since 2009 and I woke up at three in the morning to stand on the sidewalk and go to the championship parade and I cried then too. 

I spend a lot of time crying about sports. 

Anyway, I love this team and I love Aaron Judge and his stupidly adorable face and @laurnorder and I have already started trash talking ahead of the ALCS. 

ALSO. I’m editing this to add that @distant-rose has been waiting very patiently for Yankee!Killian and maybe I’ve got ideas and maybe once AngstFest2k17 is over (which could happen today, ahhhh) I’ll write Yankee!Killian because I’m sports trash and New York trash. 

#notoriouscs #give aaron judge the world 2k4eva #nyy #START SPREADING THE NEWS #listen when gardy hit that single last night my husband and i both screamed so loud #the neighbors probably thought we were being murdered #how am i supposed to deal with a whole other series?!? #laura rambles

[queen-mabs-revenge]

@notoriouscs replied to your post “Arrghhh so I went home with that Sailing Day perfume on, and made G...”

What the hell is "aquatic notes"?

It’s...kind of a weird one to be honest, because it really depends on the perfumer? Sometimes it will be scent adjacent concepts -- florals that are associated with the seaside and the like, or it can be a lot more literal: the smell of salt water, sand, I’ve even seen seashells referred to as a note? And you can go freshwater with petrichor -- quite literally -- trying to evoke that mineral smell of wet rocks.

And then it depends on if the perfumer is only using botanicals, or if they dip into synthetics as well. There’s a chemical compound called Calone, that smells like clean, beachy, sea air with a melony kind of cucumbery aspect. It’s completely synthetic, but it has a similar chemical structure to scent molecules produced by some seaweeds, and associated with a fresh marine scent.

So yeah. Basically it’s scents that are meant to bring the brain into a headspace of water -- either saline or fresh.That’s probably more than you ever wanted to know about perfume weirdness, but welcome to my world of strange af scent obsession!

#notoriouscs #fragrance #i have...strange...preoccupations #WHATEVER MAN

[iverna]

afroksilanthi replied to your post “Wait, if wish!Robin is real and wish!Hook is real and the wish realm...”

My head canon is that wish realm wasn't real or it's characters and it vanished when Emma left but w!robin and w!hook became real characters when they managed to leave the place before it disappeared and go to the real world. Of course then last season when EQ and w!robin went back to wish realm but didn't like it bcs w!henry was after them (if i remember correctly) makes no sense but it's a&e and few things makes sense with their plots and ideas nowadays

Yeah, see it works until you get to the bit where alt!OQ went back there. I don’t know. I just don’t think anyone thought it through that far tbh. notoriouscs replied to your post “Wait, if wish!Robin is real and wish!Hook is real and the wish realm...”

And presumably hell bent on revenge against the Evil Queen, who is supposed to be happily chilling there with wish!Robin.

Aaaawkwarddddd. Or as David would say: it’s a good thing they don’t have Thanksgiving in their land, because that dinner would SUCK.

yayimallamaagain replied to your post “Wait, if wish!Robin is real and wish!Hook is real and the wish realm...”

My understanding is the wish realm is only real when it's convenient

YEP that’s pretty much where I’m at, that sounds most likely :D

#afroksilanthi #replies #notoriouscs #yayimallamaagain #svenja for ts

[blusical]

couple of hockey blogs that made my year @freebooter4ever @artemistlbreadco @catboygretzky @sergeifyodorov @restingbuchface @notoriouscs @schwizzle-schwartz @mothed-moss (and lots more)

#song:just chatting #album:2023

[camillemontespan]

forever and eternity [drake x camille AU] [chapter one: life goes on

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Stepping back into the writing pool and seeing what I can come up with..

*********************

Drake Walker could remember the first time he saw her. In a cloud of smoke, their eyes had met and she sang her song to him. 

It had been in a basement bar. Drake had been sitting alone, nursing a glass of whisky, wishing his life could just end. 

He wasn't suicidal, no. He was just bored. Bored, alone and wondering what he was actually supposed to be living for.

Until he saw her.

She was standing on the little stage. A pianist was setting up to play behind her. With the microphone in front of her, she threw her shoulders back and exhaled. She looked nervous. 

'Good evening,' she breathed into the microphone. 'I hope you're having a fabulous time.'

Her voice was like caramel. Smooth, low and sweet.

She was wearing a silk gold dress that hugged her delicate curves. Her skin was like mocha and her hair was pulled back into a chignon, a more sophisticated style of a bygone era. Everything about her screamed elegance. 

She surveyed the room and that was when her eyes settled on Drake's.

He gave her a small nod.

She smiled softly and turned to the pianist.

'You ready, Bertrand?'

'Always darling,' the pianist replied. 

The audience - of which there were only about twenty people - chuckled and sipped their drinks.

'My name is Camille,' she told them. Her eyes lingered on Drake's. 'And I hope you enjoy the little songs I've prepared for you.' 

********** 

Drake woke up in a cold sweat. The bedsheets were tangled around him. Groaning, he managed to pull himself free and clambered out of the bed. He stumbled into the ensuite bathroom and turned on the light to survey himself in the mirror, wanting to calm down.

Why did he always dream of her? Why did he always dream of that night? 

She was gone. She was lost to him. 

Drake studied his face and looked for any signs of new wrinkles. None. He hadn't had new lines form in years. No grey hairs. Nothing.

It had been a long life.

He thought back to the dream he had just had. Or perhaps he should just call it reality? 

Because that moment in that bar had happened. He had seen the most beautiful woman, watched her sing and life, as always, had went on. 

Life goes on.

It did.

He hadn't seen Camille for 96 years. 

And yet Drake remained unchanged.

************

'I dreamt of her again.'

Drake waited for Leo to respond. But as usual, Leo poured him another drink and let out a sigh.

'You gotta get over her, man,' Leo said.

Drake smirked. 'Its been 96 years. I think the time to get over her has passed.'

Leo shook his head and poured himself a drink. He shouldn't drink on the job but in Leo's world, he was fucking immortal. He could do what he liked. He was 352 years old. 

He leaned across the bar and studied Drake. They had been friends for centuries. Leo knew everything about Drake.. or so he liked to think. But he had a feeling that Drake held a secret universe inside himself that he never let anyone into.

Except maybe Camille. That girl had a hell of a hold on him and Leo didn't know how that was possible. Drake had built a fortress around himself that kept him shielded from everyone he knew. Maybe it was this life that had made him do that. That made sense. But Camille had managed to knock that fortress down. Then she left and the walls were built back up, more solid than ever.

'Camille is a footnote,' Leo said, not bothering to sugar coat. 'You've lived all this time and only knew her a tiny fraction. If you had a normal life, she wouldn't have this hold on you.'

He knew he sounded like a dick. But that was only because Drake hadn't listened to him for the past 104 fucking years. Try being patient with that. 

Leo was different to Drake. He didn't mind being alone, if anything he preferred it. This life demanded no attachments and for Leo, that suited him just fine. He bedded women and didn't call them after. No responsibility.

The fact he moved around a lot and changed his identity every ten years meant nobody could stay with him anyway. 

Being 352 years old meant Leo had to be very careful. 

He had been born in a tiny country called Cordonia that now no longer existed. He had travelled the world, gathering riches, losing riches, loving women, leaving women behind. He left chaos in his wake and that was how Leo liked it.

Now he was a bartender working in New York, having lived this life for five years so far. In another five years, he would move onto the next city, the next identity. 

Leo was a nomad. 

Drake, however, was not. 

Drake didn't change his identity. He was always Drake Walker. 

***********

Drake Walker had been born in a tiny ramshackle cabin in Texas in 1845.

His father, Jackson, had died fighting at the Battle of Gettysburg in 1863. Father and son had fought together until the last.

Drake should have died with him. The stab wound to the chest was fatal. Anyone else would have died but Drake did not. He fell unconscious on the field by his dead father’s side and the world went dark. His heart stopped beating.

Ten minutes later, he woke up in a fit of terror. 

The wound had healed.

Drake returned home from the war changed. He couldn’t explain how he was alive. 

And now, 177 years later, Drake still couldn’t explain it. 

*********************

After Leo finished his shift at the bar, he demanded food. 

Drake found Leo to be like looking after an overgrown man child. He was energetic and unpredictable; Drake was the exact opposite. 

‘Let’s go get burgers,’ Leo cajoled Drake. ‘I’m craving a double cheeseburger with all the jalapenos.’ 

Drake rolled his eyes but went along with him.

The two of them had met fighting during the Battles of the Meuse-Argonne in 1918. They were in the same battalion. Leo, terrified out of his wits,  had taken a sip of Drake’s whiskey that he had kept in his hip flask.

‘This is hell,’ Leo had told him. ‘And I’ve seen hell.’

Drake grimaced. ‘You get used to it.’

Again, when Drake woke up from a fatal head wound, he found Leo slumped against one of their fellow soldiers and he was staring at him with wide eyes. Blood covered his tanned face and his blond hair was slicked back with blood.

A bullet wound had embedded itself in Leo’s neck, yet he was still alive. 

You… you’re like me....’ Leo croaked.

Drake and Leo stayed together after that. 

******************************

They found a booth and settled down. Leo swiped at the menu and decided he wanted the burger, loaded fries and a milkshake.

He went to the gym every day so he could eat what he wanted. But he knew he wasn’t going to die of heart failure. 

Drake was reading the menu when a shadow fell over their table. 

‘What can I get you guys?’ 

He looked up and instantly felt like his world was collapsing in on him.

The waitress standing at their table, who was staring at Drake in shock, was Camille.

She looked exactly as she had 96 years ago. Youthful. Beautiful. Unchanged. 

Drake could feel his heart hammering in his chest. She continued to stare at him, her eyes wide and terrified.

‘Camille?’

Leo looked between the two of them with an open mouth. ‘What the fuck…’

‘Camille?!’ Drake’s voice came out strangled. 

She stepped back. Her hands were shaking.

‘Drake, how… why..’

She dropped the menu on the floor. Tears were forming in her eyes and she looked like she was going to throw up. Before Drake could react, she turned on her heel and ran out of the diner. 

#drake walker x mc #drake walker #trr fanfic #drake x camille

[killian-whump]

notoriouscs replied to your post: Hey I know you are probably not the most pro cs...

This is the most thorough, logic-based exploration of options related to Once that I’ve seen in a long time. I am still laughing! (Also does all the damage done by Gideon count as baby whump? I mean, he was a baby and returned to baby, just took a weird whumpy detour.)

Hahaha, I’m so glad you enjoyed that post!

...and you’re right!!! Gideon did all of that between getting born and celebrating his first birthday, so it totally counts as baby whump! What a prolific whumper he is, too. He should be an inspiration to babies all around the tv world! Maybe if more babies followed his example, waves of babies wouldn’t be such a bad thing! :D

#responses #notoriouscs #haha #babies #gideon gold #bested by gideon

[ask-oockillian]

notoriouscs replied to your post: Are you Jolly Rogers?

OOC: All the applause for pulling out Djali. ����

Hunchback of Notre Dame is one of my favorite movies. The reference was there to be made! Now that I can reference Disney to my heart’s content, I’m going to!

#notoriouscs #The Hunchback of Notre Dame #hunchback of notre dame

[unfolded73]

notoriouscs replied to your post: I am dead. This fic has killed me. Monday can't...

Does that mean the new chapter is a super cliffhanger? And I should restrain myself for a few days so I don’t go nuts waiting for the next one?

@notoriouscs Eh, I don’t think so -- Ch. 12 ended more on a cliffhanger than 13 does. But that’s easy for me to say, because I know what’s going on in Killian’s head, and for the next couple of chapters you guys kinda don’t. And I’ve learned that my ability to predict what the readers think about what’s going on in this fic is terrible.

#notoriouscs #fic comments #this graceful path fic

[iverna]

notoriouscs replied to your post: Right. So, with Tumblr’s flawless new algorithms…...

This whole dumb thing makes my head hurt. And I got followed by a “female presenting nipple” bot yesterday anyway! But my Q: if a post gets flagged and taken down, don’t all reblogs also get taken down?

Yes. But for now, nothing’s being taken down at all, they’re just flagging things. It’s not actually against the rules yet. Once it is, there supposedly will be an appeal system where you can request a review when your stuff gets flagged, rather than it being taken down for good immediately.

But that’s what they’ve said. I have no idea how it’s going to play out once the new rules actually come into effect. I’m just trying to keep doing my thing in the meantime, which is all any of us can do really.

#notoriouscs #replies #tumblr nonsense