In all seriussness - very appreciative about the overwhelming support as much as idrc about the follower count or clout 😭 especially here, its ok yall I don’t need it
I post because I like talking about the things I make, and I do art because I love it. you are watching me experiment and improve and if the things I create is something you like then that is a bonus
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pretty sure it's only a matter of time before I have a complete meltdown about Matthew being so embraced by the Panthers org as a whole. they just appreciate him so much and it's 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
delayed meltdown ‘til the end of SCF sjdjdk (OKAY so i wasn’t planning on replying to this with a whole ass essay, but i couldn’t stop once i started 🫠 tldr; matthew was determined to make a family of his new team and everyone found themselves helpless to resist and now here we are!)
honestly, yeah, i can’t imagine what it was like for the panthers to lose two guys that were not only such an integral part of their team, but had been playing there for several years (huberdeau a decade??). it’s the same for any big trade, the adjustments having to be made, the growing pains of having to establish a new team identity, navigating all the other shit that comes with it. at the beginning i’m sure it was professionalism driving their interactions, not all the players knew what matthew would be like, all the reference they had was on-ice interactions (with the exception of bennett and lomby). and barky is such a nice guy, there’s no way he’d be anything less than polite to the new guy (even if they got him in exchange for his longtime teammate and friend).
what gets me all the time is that we know matthew was struggling in calgary, even if the fans loved him and he had some good friends there, ultimately they treated his emotions/passion as a liability. you know the whole “it can’t be a riot every night” and then not stepping in to defend him when there was an altercation; they just didn’t have his back. then cut to the big blockbuster trade of the summer and he’s so earnest when he says how happy he was to be going to florida, how intentional it all was on his end, he really really wanted to come to florida and play for them, saw a future with them.
then matthew is just the same guy he always is: the guy that takes the trainers out to dinner. i think what started off as a professional relationship with his team has turned into genuine friendship. the panthers, especially under barky’s leadership, weren’t going to turn the new guy away; they all want to make this work, they all want to play great hockey together and hopefully even win the big one. but it’s so amazing to me how they really embraced him, no one is asking him to change his style of play, to be quieter, smaller. they defend him and jump in if he’s in trouble (even if he’s not in trouble).
they joke with him, laugh with him, have nothing but great things to say about him, sometimes not even related to how many goals he scored or assists he made or points he has, but just how great a person they find him. matthew knows his team has his back and in turn he can give over all of himself to them. and look how far they got as a team when everyone feels supported by the other and has trust in each other. not to be extra corny, but i think the power of friendship has really sorta propelled this team to where they are. not to say they haven’t been playing great hockey, because clearly they wouldn’t be where they are if they didn’t have the skill or all the technical components.
i think the tumultuous regular season they had really tested the new florida panthers identity and it was either going to make or break them. their ability to adapt as a team, to grind and work hard as a team, having the gall to believe in themselves when everyone thought they had no business being in the playoffs, all that comes down to trusting what they’ve worked all season to establish. and yeah, sometimes hosting a team dinner is a seemingly inconsequential thing that helps with that.
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I think this might've been asked before but is there any reason u don't draw much NSFW involving Erica?
she's the most popular of my OCs so I have both people asking nsfw for her constantly and people that are very attached and protective of her telling me they don't want to see her in that context, I don't really wanna deal with the drama so I just leave her alone.
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im convinced that the nuns who live downstairs have some kind of Sin Detector™ bc they always keep popping up at the worst fucking time, this time they decided to come knocking on my door right as i was beating my meat like a rabid animal n blasting porn on full volume like cmon man
but they gave out cookies and candy to everyone in the apartment complex as a lil christmas present which was rly sweet :3 (i couldnt eat any of the cookies tho bc im gluten free but i traded them for coffee with my bestie so ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯)
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i was raised by quiet people.
and we don't know how to talk to each other.
our house is a world of anger that never truly dissipates and words that hang in the air like hailstones ready to pelt your skin.
we don't know how to shape the words "i love you" with our mouths.
we don't know what it means to hold the weight of "sorry" on our tongues.
the morning after my parents fight, my father wakes up early and turns on the tv. he likes the quiet, but mom's always appreciated the sound of music.
he plays the songs she likes.
when i thought my heart was breaking, i didn't know how to make it go away.
i didn't know how to let the words locked in my jaw, behind my teeth, out.
how do you find the means to make the things you don't know exist in this world?
how do you even know that you can?
i was raised by quiet people.
so i stretched my fingertips to touch yours.
i let you leave the impressions of the whorls of your thumb on my skin.
i don't know how to shape the words "i love you" with my mouth.
i don't know how to bear the weight of the words "i'm scared" on my tongue.
i am trying, though. in the ways of the quiet people.
in the language of bright eyes and desperate touches.
the world is so close to ending, and i feel the premonition of the aftershocks in my bones.
i am holding your hand, and praying the inevitable away.
not a word past my lips — only breath, shallow and sharp.
i was raised by quiet people.
i don't know how to be another way.
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i think i've said this before but whatever, i'm saying it again! i miss the old era of, like, follow forever posts and stuff. i just think that was just a neat little moment in tumblr rpc history. just a bunch of ppl taking time out of their days to make lists of ppl they thought were neat or cool, even if they hadn't written together or spoken or whatever. a real nice sense of community, i think. like, it was just a very small thing but being tagged always felt nice :)
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