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hopetorun · 3 months

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i'd love to hear your beliefs about the tension in their relationship because i'm a very nosy bitch but obviously only if you feel like it!

lol well i did offer! beliefs is a strong word, tbh. more of a like ... is this stuff true? i don't know. but if i were writing a story where i wanted to have tension in that relationship, these are the places i would be inclined to introduce that tension. maybe there is tension in some of these places in real life! that's none of my beeswax.*

anyway: some places i think it is plausible that there's tension in the relationship, or at least plausible enough to play with in fiction. receipts on these where i can find them, sorry if they're paywalled but them's the breaks.

*unless they make it part of their public narrative

back in 2022 matthew was on the athletic hockey podcast and he talked about feeling "like a babysitter" when keith visits and how much keith enjoys being one of the guys. now mostly i think they probably have a pretty good time, but babysitter is a word choice there. i don't think it's a stretch to imagine that having your retired dad show up at your workplace and becoming the life of the party to relive his glory days could be ... trying.

not to beat around the bush but they're both opinionated guys! opinionated and chatty! and as a result you get: keith slamming the panthers on the radio. matthew sticking his nose into brady's contract negotiations (brady being grimace emoji about it). like, we know for a fact that the radio thing bothered matthew! and there's plenty of opportunities for one or both of them to offer unsolicited opinions that don't go over well.

to the previous point: i considered not including that because it's not as speculative as the others on the list. but it's definitely something i'd draw on if i was writing a story where their relationship is tense.

look, i'm not a man and not only am i not a man but i don't have any brothers and my dad died four and a half years ago and he never talked about his dad. so i can't claim to be an expert on the fathers-and-sons relationship dynamic. but why would i let that stop me from speculating wildly!

anyway: legacies. oldest sons. expectations. @ohtemporas touched on this briefly earlier, the way there's often an extra pressure on the oldest kid to be the same-gender-parent's legacy. do what i did. represent me well in the world. and i don't think it's even particularly weird for that to potentially lead to some conflicting feelings if all that legacy building leads to you being surpassed in some way. that's just human! especially for competitive people, and as i have said on this website before: no one becomes a professional athlete without being competitive.

here's keith being presented with matthew's 99th point puck from the 21-22 season, which his then-teammate did up with the writing for this specific purpose. chantal thinks this is SO funny. do think maybe being conflicted about being surpassed makes him not proud of matthew? no. but people can be complicated.

speaking of people being complicated: that one post-game after matthew scored 5 points on the blues. i think the tension between keith wanting his own team's success and wanting his sons' success isn't something people were making up out of whole cloth. but maybe it was especially noticeable when matthew was still in the western conference? i feel like it got dialed back after the trade. lol.

i'm mentioning it only because otherwise someone else might: i don't care about the hat thing. i think it's silly. if i was asked to throw my favorite hat onto the ice at an nhl game just because some schlub scored three goals i probably wouldn't.

a few concluding thoughts

i don't think any of this means they have a bad relationship! mostly i think that no two people have a perfect relationship where they agree on everything and never butt into each other's business uninvited and never hurt each other's feelings, because that's impossible.

i'm not making some counterpoint list of all the reasons i think they love each other. someone else can. i don't think having high expectations of someone means you hate them and i don't think anyone spends their time and money following their son's hockey team around the country on a road trip hoping to see him score his 100th point out of hatred or spite.

maybe i'm wrong about all of this and they've hated each other since 2002 and someday we'll get a tell-all story and people can come into my ask box or whatever and tell me how wrong i was. i don't care. all rpf characterization is fake. i watched keith froth at the mouth in the stands at the 2016 wjc every time someone so much as breathed on matthew, though, so i don't think i'm wrong.

#ask maggie #matthew tkachuk

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34saveme34 · 2 months

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weird fun fact about me: I had a phase where I watched like a fuck ton of among us streams, like not kidding I consumed hours of content

anyways, man, the among us would be insane with these guys

so many of them would hack, Melony in this nebulous place where she would hack to have fun and if she did that in like a public she would probably get kicked or something similar and feel so so sad about it

also the arguments would be SO loud

Mario would be an excellent killer, although very risky

like you would have a fast game with him either because he killed people that fast or because he got caught fast, he's just reckless like that

the 3 and 4 arguments would go crazy, especially when neither of them are the killer but they still vehemently accuse each other. they work great as killer partners though, considering how team work is second nature to them

except if they work too well together, people start questioning and eject them, making it so they have to kind of pretend fight to get out of shit, it's- more or less successful

Meggy is probably the one that likes to keep information straight the most, always trying to figure things out. this comes to bite her in the ass when she's a killer, as she will sometimes accidentally reveal herself to be a liar- not all the time but it's not rare either. Although she tries her best for her killer partners, and would likely sometimes end up protecting them a little too much, once again drawing suspicion

Tari is lethal.... if she was a more brave killer. I actually see her being really good at it, there's also this feeling of "I'm killing my friends and they're gonna find out :(" keeps her back. However in public lobbies she is EXTRA lethal

Saiko goes crazy because killer or not, she acts very similarly, always defending herself, overall a good killer, although I don't know about her team work skills- depends on who she gets paired with. I feel like, to an extent, Tari or Meggy could follow her lead well, she would turn out weirdly good with Mario even if she's not happy about it, if it was 3, she would try to reveal him on purpose, then frames it as gaining other people's trust requiring sacrifices

Shroomy.... probably one of the best killers, he would somehow turn out to be incredibly cunning, though if he goes anti Shroomy he has to try and not let out the Evil in voice chat, especially proximity chat, that would really bite him in the ass. very good survivor though, he loves his tasks in a mind numbing way, like hey murder may be happening but at least I have my silly little tasks to distract me

Belle super good unless she pairs up with someone she doesn't like, however w Tari would go crazy, she would get competitive and try to kill more than Tari. This recklessness does bite her in the ass a lot. She would be pretty bored with tasks, only doing maybe a few but otherwise walking around, trying to see if anyone if anyone is getting murdered

Boopkins is awful at both, which people recognise. However because people recognise he's awful, sometimes he will get away with a kill or 2 because he can sometimes will himself to do things well and people just. don't believe he could've taken that kill so they drop it

Bob gets ejected all the time, somehow always looking sus, he's not even that bad of a player, he is just somehow always sus. Like Bob, why'd you bring up organ trading during an among us sesh? are you channeling your inner killer? He is forever bored with tasks

#smg4

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neomel · 3 months

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Ehhmmm HI EVERYONE !!!! so this is very inspired by @kafus's Pokémon liveblogging n their various playthroughs and its been so fun to follow, and it gave me the inspiration to pick up a new playthrough - or TWO PLAYTHROUGHS !!!

i realized its been forever since ive actually played FireRed LeafGreen and that ive never done it w. the help of save editing to add eg. Rare Candies for grinding. but i also realized that ive never actually played the Gen 1 Pokémon games....so i decided to do both !!!!

im doing a kinda-sorta Nuzlocke too, just to try out different Pokémon and get myself to rotate between them, but I am also moreso trying to use funny stuff more than minmaxxing for strategy. Here's my Pokémon Red team for instance!!

Yes that's Marcel the traded Mr. Mimel!! I got an Abra as my first encounter and realized that using Alakazam would just be steamrolling people with a big Special number, so I boxed it for later to use Gen 1 Mr. Mime for a while. I've rotated some of these members in and out with others in the box, mostly because the movepools are so fascinatingly terrible ^^; Like - I wanted to use Nidoking because his Gen 1 sprites are absolutely incredible, and you can get him before even the second gym from Mt. Moon's Moon Stones, but........he doesn't get Double Kick unless you get Nidorino to like Level 47?? and Nidoking misses out on Thrash unless you level him up early.

Clefable has been the absolute QUEEN of the run though, like !!! i love her silly sprite in this game so so so much, and the well-rounded stats paired with Sing make them a really good Pokémon to use in pretty much any situation. its funny how the lack of many good moves means that mediocre moves like Growl or Water Gun end up feeling useful just for being options at all...I've had some fun with the mediocre TMs given out too, like giving Bide to my Ivysaur to utilize the Leech Seed draining effect as best as possible in a sort of quirky strategy. Though on the flipside I had to give up on using Mankey entirely after realizing it just gets NOTHING in terms of moves - before Yellow it literally doesn't learn any Fighting type moves by leveling up other than Seismic Toss (which doesnt count), and the only one it gets by TM is Submission which is.....nooot good :T

Anyhow - Here's a terrible img of my FRLG team! I'm out of Rock Tunnel and in Celadon in this playthrough wheras the RBY playthrough is still not through the tunnel yet :( BUT that means that I've gotten a lot more silly goobers in this run. Even though my Mankey died here before I could use it for anything funny.....i really like Primape's design so im kinda sad I've never gotten to use it lol

ANYWAY ANYWAY look at my fucking boy. look at my Fungler. look at my little man. he has 20 diseases and he sucks ass. i love him.

i played a Gen 3 fangame a while ago that gave you access to Fury Cutter as a TM and a Paras really early on, and the gears got grinding in my head to force sleep with Spore and then chain a Fury Cutter combo, and the affection for that silly strat has stuck with me and made me kind of adore Parasect by extension. look at my fucking guy he sucks so much!!! but he puts people to sleep really well and has cool bug claws. i love his terrible movepool and having to give him Secret Power to do any damage. lol .

it is funny to play these older games where the movepools sucked ass, even as deep in as Gen 3 . so you have to really stretch for ideas on how to use mons but it feels really fun when you make something sorta click? like this Doduo Rage -> Rest -> Chesto set, it doesn't get Swords Dance nor the infinitely funnier Acupressure but this is kinda just a shittier funnier version of that? also Tri Attack being physical feels like it was made just for Dodrio. i love my bird.

im still kinda miffed at how many things just sorta suck in Kanto though. like so many routes early on are just Rattata/Pidgey/Spearow/Ekans while the Safari Zone alone has like 7 Pokémon you can only find there, the distribution feels so strange. and of course the whole Game Corner garbage, i want to use Hyper Beam in Gen 1 because of how cool its Gen 1 exclusive quirks are but its a Game Corner exclusive reward >:((( im gonna have to see if i can save edit gambling coins into the game or what.

BUT im having a lot of fun !! its so silly seeing all the Gen 1 sprites ingame for the first time. the Gen 1iness of it all. not even being able to fuckin check how strong moves are or how much accuracy they have. or even sort the order of moves outside of battles. your battle items menu just opens up your entire bag. such a silly fuckin mess of a game. i love it .

(also feel free to ask about any of the nicknames i have answers for like half of them)

#mel alphabet soup #mel goes to kanto #<- the tag for these playthrus #idk if ill post frequently i kinda just wanted to show off my sillies :3 #i hope i can use Fungler to the very end i lov Parasect i love him #justice for Parasect i want him to be big and strong buff my little guy pls #pokemon #pokemon rby #pokemon frlg #pokemon gen 1 #pokemon gen 3 #pokemon games #nuzlocke #pokemon nuzlocke #game boy #gba #game boy advance #nintendo 3ds

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thephantomcasebook · 1 year

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Hey There,

Hope everything is going well for you! I wanted to thank you for stating in an ask from a previous anon, about the idea that Aemond could have 2 loves in the HOTD TV series, in Heleana and in Alys. The former being his light and the latter, leading him into darkness and deception, and his demise. I really, really hope the show really strikes home to casual viewers to that perspective. I really want Aemond to have someone to genuinely care for him on the show in a love interest type of way. I jprobably am jumping to conclusions but Alys is really trying to insert herself in the game of thrones type of power situation, by having his child, but I don't trust her at all. At least that's how I read her character in the book. Also, I want and hoping that Helaena finds genuine love before everything goes to crap for her.

I think this is uniquely a show thing.

In the book, Aemond has no scenes or interactions with Helaena. He really only interacts with Aegon and Criston. Though, to be fair, Daeron doesn't have any interactions with his family in the book, beyond being stated as Alicent's favorite person in the world and her sworn shield for most of the war - so you can infer that Alicent and Daeron are very close and spend most of their time together.

So, speculation being what it is. I would say that judging by the show, and not having any knowledge of how Alys is gonna be handled. I can only infer from what I know about her in the book that she is darkly ruthless and becomes ambitious. Which matches well with Aemond who is the polar opposite of his show counterpart in the book - loud, boisterous, and slightly unhinged.

They're kinda perfect together in "Fire & Blood".

But now, with the change of Aemond's character in the show, I'm not sure how good he would be with Alys, cause how they meet in the book, and how they became lovers, is not at all in Aemond character in the show. Show!Aemond states that he doesn't enjoy depravity, but how he gets with Alys is the soul of depravity. So, I really can't see Aemond and Alys relationship working in the show unless she is the one that encourages it. Or if Aemond snaps after "Blood and Cheese" and turns more outwardly villainous.

Thus, my speculation is that Helaena and her love ennobles Aemond and once she reverts to madness and he loses that centering that her love for him gave, he goes looking for another outlet and finds Alys who is darker and more suited for a war time wife than the fairy tale princess Helaena who was tarnished forever by being good and clean in an ugly world.

Of course, the trade off is that Alys plays on Aemond's worst instincts while Helaena always encouraged the best in him. But the question is that when the world is afire, is his love for Helaena nothing but naivety and childhood nostalgia? And Alys more a realistic and better partner for this dark life they now lead?

Those are the kinda questions I think would be prevalent going forward between the two women that Aemond loves.

But it really depends on how they portray Alys in the show and what her motivations are. I've got a buddy who got to see some of the Alys audition tapes ...

And from what I've been told, she's kinda a run of the mill 2023 insufferable 'stong" female character that is mouthy and girl bossing in an age and environment in which she'd get her teeth knocked out or raped for sassing a Lord that just took her castle. She's absolutely not in character with the book - who was incredibly cunning and reserved in dealing with her captors, including seducing one of them into marrying her.

From what I understand, Alys is being used as sort of a mouthpiece by Condal to take big swipes at Daemon and Team Black Stans. And, while I usually welcome that - God Knows the blackcels need a good ass kicking - I don't want a Mary-Sue strutting around Harrenhal running her mouth consequence free. Just because I agree with her anti-Rhaenyra and Anti-Daemon dialogue, doesn't mean it automatically makes her a good character.

But we'll see.

#House of the Dragon #Aemond Targaryen #Helaena Targaryen #Alys Rivers #Helaemond

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stereax · 1 year

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if jesper and the devils don’t agree to a contract would you be disappointed or is it more good riddance? his playoff performance has been so average he just looks like he’s open skating and unless he’s injured there’s no excusing his total lack of effort. he kind of disappeared after nov in the regular season too. i would rather they prioritize re-signing timo and another winger or hopefully holtz makes the team and gritsyuk. it’s a shame because he’s talented but his houdini act is giving shades of zacha. and I don’t think he’s earned the contract he’s expecting, not this season.

Oh boy. Jesper Bratt, Invisible Man for REAL. Either he shows up or he disappears. Love the "shades of Zacha" joke LOL.

I mean, given his current play, I can't justify giving him more than 7.5 longterm. Probably closer to 7, like Nico. And of course he seems like he wants to stay, so it would suck to have to trade away his RFA rights to a team willing to pay him what he wants and probably getting less of a return than one would hope for. Especially because, with Wood most likely leaving in free agency and Sevo closer to the door as well, Nico's gonna literally be the oldest player on the team timeline-wise.

Now, I don't see them resigning Timo before Bratter. I think Fitz and Timo more or less know what Timo's getting already, and Timo looks like he'll take a bit of a discount (8ish instead of 9ish which was what he mentioned wanting) to be with his Swiss buddies. Especially because Timo hasn't really found the box score yet either in the playoffs... So if they sign Timo before Bratt it's going to be writing on the wall for Bratt, I think, because Bratt's agent will try to use it as leverage to negotiate a better deal for his client, which. Yes, that's what you should do as an agent. But also please stop giving us heart attacks.

Now, if we DO trade Bratt (or he gets offersheeted and we get compensation picks or whatever). Here's a little secret: our prospect pool is fucking NUTS. We can get someone to fill that spot. Anyone. Holtz. Gritsyuk. Foote. Filmon. Stillman or Thompson even. Whoever. Next to Hughes just about anyone that can skate looks good. Hell, we have too many defense prospects, trade one or two for a top 6 winger. Walsh, Casey, Vilen, probably keeping Nemec but sliding him another year.

You could run:

Meier-Hischier-Mercer

Haula (Lindy you BETTER resign him)-Hughes-[Prospect? Sharangovich?]

Tatar (hopefully)-[Sharangovich? Boqvist?]-Palat

Lazar-McLeod-Bastian

Siegenthaler-Hamilton

[Graves? Hughes?]-Marino

Bahl-[Sevo? Hughes?]

Schmid

Vanecek

[Daws for injury]

Which means you should not have a problem replacing Bratt, if it comes to that. Obviously would be nice to keep him, but if he gets too expensive I'm honestly okay with trading his rights to a team that will pay him what he wants. But god if he signs ANOTHER bridge deal I might lose my shit.

#stereanswers #stereanalysis

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butterflyintochains · 3 months

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All We Survey - Chapter One

No one can quite believe the news when they wake up this morning, not least the four musketeers of the NHL's Pittsburgh Penguins. Neither know how Shero and Mario have pulled this off, but they don't really care. The trade deadline is mere weeks away, and no one even knew this trade was an option for the teams involved. Jordan and Brooks are leaving for Ottawa, and Erik Karlsson is coming south to Pittsburgh. Sid is the first to see the news on TSN while he gets breakfast for the quartet ready, Geno says. ''You think Kris will be okay?'' Everyone in this team knows how protective Kris is of his position as the team's top defenceman, and how reluctant he'll likely be to surrender it anytime soon.

Sid can't even get a word out, because Kris comes down the stairs with a glint in his eye, and a shit eating grin. ''Good morning, mes amis, this is gonna be great, isn't it?'' Kris first met Erik in Raleigh earlier this year, and the two seem to have become quite friendly since then. ''Well, you're taking this better than I thought you would, mon chum.'' Flower says, he knows Kris best, so this is quite a surprise. Kris shrugs, and says. ''Erik texted me last night about it, said he lands tomorrow, and wants to skate with us once he's here.'' Sid asks, plating everyone's food up. ''You think Bylsma will pair you guys up?''

Kris digs into his bacon and eggs. ''Maybe for the first little bit, just to get him settled with someone familiar, then he could put Erik with Geno.''

Flower furrows his brows. ''Why Geno? Why not Sid?'' Kris answers in the way only a defenceman can. ''Because, I'm not leaving Sid's unit unless I have to, not after the concussion. Besides, Geno deserves his own dman, right?''

Geno nods, drinking his coffee. ''Yeah, why not, Legend? Sid has you, I'd like to have my own dman on my unit.'' Sid wonders out loud, ever the captain of this team. ''Wonder if the others have gotten the news?'' Flower finishes eating, and goes to put his plate in the dishwasher. ''Probably, news travels fast in this league.''

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Erik lands the following day, and is met at Cranberry by both general managers, Dan Bylsma, Mario Lemieux, and the big five of the team. Mario, who looks like he could get back on the ice whenever he wants, shakes his hand. ''Welcome aboard, Erik. Excited to get going?'' Erik, head still spinning from the rush of the trade, and a bit overawed by the turnout, says. ''Yeah, thank you, Mr Lemieux.'' Mario laughs, though not mockingly. ''Just Mario, Erik. Mr Lemieux is my dad.''

He nods, and is introduced to his new bosses. Ray Shero seems nice enough, if a bit blunt. But, he is polite, still the intelligent forward he was in his day. ''This is your new coach, Dan Bylsma.'' Dan shakes his hand, he must be a great coach if he's won a cup. ''Nice to finally meet you, Erik, these four won't shut up about you.'' Erik chuckles, and adjusts his jacket. ''Well, can't wait to get to work.'' Mario puts a fatherly hand on Erik's shoulder. ''And these, Erik are your new leadership core.'' He gets handshakes and hugs from all of them, Kris jokes. ''Never saw this coming back in Raleigh, did we?''

Erik laughs, remembering that skills comp so vividly now. ''No, no we didn't. But, I'm here now, and can't wait to play with you guys.''

Sid asks, seeming curious but not nosy. ''Why here, Erik? Weren't you happy in Ottawa? Not trying to be rude or anything, but...'' Erik assures his new captain. ''No, you're fine, Sid. I dunno, I was happy in Ottawa, but as soon as the crunch comes, they bail. Kris told me how great being a Penguin is when we met in Raleigh, and I felt like I had to come here.'' It's the first time he's admitted this to anyone, but he's glad he has.

Kunitz, a big smile on his face, says. ''Well, the more the merrier. Welcome to Pittsburgh.'' The group head inside, Erik signs his new contract, and goes for his medical. Then, they lace up for a friendly skate together. Erik gets the lowdown from Dan and Kris about the team's defence strategies, he's more an offensive defenceman, and always has been. ''So, given how you two play, we shouldn't have any trouble on defence or offence, do you think it'd be good to pair you two up for a little bit?''

Kris nods, taking the lead on this. ''Yeah, just for Erik to get a feel for how we do things here. What d'you think, Erik?'' Erik is in full agreement, he'd like to figure things out from the team's top dman first. ''Yeah, I agree, it doesn't have to be permanent, just until we've got the new system worked out.''

Dana Heinze also shows him the team roster and jersey numbers. ''I've always worn 65 - for my parents. It's free, so would it be okay if I had it?''

Dana checks the list again, and nods happily. ''Yeah, great. I'll get your jersey done today.'' He goes off to get the kit done for the newest member of the team.

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Th new core's first game together comes on the 8th of March against Buffalo at home. Kunitz and Dupuis have a new letter A on their jerseys. Erik briefly ponders over his new jersey, Kris nudges him, and shoots him a grin. Erik slides the black, white, and gold jersey over his head. And, to his surprise, it feels really, really good on him. ''Suits ya, Erik.'' Engelland says.

Erik gives himself a look over in the mirror, not to be vain, but because he's shocked at how comfortable this is already. ''Thanks, Deryk.'' Bylsma does the readout, and the boys go out for warmups. Consol Center goes insane seeing the newest member of the core.

The game begins properly in no time. The new units are firing on all cylinders right away, instantly putting Buffalo on the back foot, Flower is standing on his head as usual, Kuny leads the charge, Geno brings the noise, and Kris and Erik are expertly annoying the hell out of Buffalo's forwards. After going up 3-1, Erik downs some gatorade and says to Kris. ''I could get used to this.''

Kris laughs. ''Oh, me too, mon chum.'' They're back on the ice being general menaces to society in a few minutes. The team ends up winning the game 3-1, Sid says to Erik as they go back to the dressing room. ''Welcome aboard.''

Erik is asked for an interview with Dan Potash after the game. ''Well, Erik, first game as a Penguin, first win. Must feel great to get that out of the way quick, huh?'' Erik smiles, buzzing from the game, hoping this feeling doesn't wear off. ''Yeah, happy to be here, can't wait for our next game already, I hope I can help out here however I am able. Feels good to get that first win, put that monkey off my back a bit.'' Dan asks him. ''Now, you're paired with Kris Letang, two all star players, how are you two getting on so far?''

Erik swallows some water. ''I think we're doing great together, we're very similar in style, and we both want to win. We met in Raleigh for the all star game, and became friends pretty quickly. I'm looking forward to what we can do together.'' After some more questions, Dan lets him go. Their next game is four days away, against Montreal. So, they can rest a bit and get ready for the grind.

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The team have a skate session with Bylsma on the 10th after a gym day yesterday. This session also helping Erik get more familiar with his new team mates, having stuck mostly with Sid, Geno, Kris, Flower, and Kunitz until now. Pascal Dupuis seems really nice, kind of like a big brother to the entire team. ''You hear what these lot did to our equipment manager's car a few seasons ago, Erik?''

Erik shakes his head. ''No, what?''

Pascal says. ''Locked it shut, and filled it with those packing peanuts.'' Kris rolls his eyes, and remarks. ''Don't play innocent with us, Duper, you helped. They also made my life hell in my rookie year.''

Erik is stunned at anyone pranking Kris, how do you prank someone so chaotic himself? ''Yeah? How?''

Kris regales him with the stories of cut up ties, shoes nailed to walls, accent impressions, and stolen gear. ''Well, in our defence, Tanger,'' Kunitz says. ''you should have to put one back: good at hockey. Or good looking. Having both is just unfair.''

Kris tosses his hair back to put his helmet back on. ''Not my problem, Kuny.'' They get back on the ice for a puck control relay. Erik is sort of frightened for what might be in store for him.

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They lose to the Canadiens 3-0 on the 12th, but bounce back in style with a 5-1 thrashing of the Oilers the next day. Then, the big one for Erik, his first game back in Ottawa since leaving. Erik and Kris walk into the locker room together, the visitor's room feeling odd at first, but after a look at his new brothers in arms, Erik feels better. Flower looks to be busying himself with a loose thread on his trapper, he's learned from the boys that that's a tic whenever Flower has been up to something. ''Flower, anything the matter, bud?'' Kris asks.

Flower is all nonchalant when he says. ''No, why'd you ask?'' Erik picks his skates up, they feel heavier than usual. On his partner's prompting, he turns them over, pouring out a small mound of wrapped bubble gums. ''Well, guess I'm a real Penguin now, huh?'' He asks.

Duper nods, strapping on his shoulder pads. ''Pretty much, yeah.'' The boys get ready, and go out onto the rink. Erik does a lap during warm ups, and says some brief hellos to his old team mates, before it's time to get to work.

Work tonight, it turns out, isn't as difficult as it could've been. The offence is firing as it needs to be to put the team up 3-0 by the middle of the second. Flower is doing his usual magic. Kris and Erik are piling on the pressure together, terrorising the Senators' offence core in both zones. Eventually, the Penguins take the game 5-1, the new core clicking into place. Both defencemen do press together after the game. ''Kris, what's it like having such chemistry with your new partner?''

Kris says. ''Oh, it's great, I think we're just trying to have fun first, and annoy the other teams as much as we can.'' Erik adds, grinning ear to ear. ''Yeah, I've loved this partnership so far myself, Kris and I are so similar, but I hope we can bring this team to another level.''

Another journalist asks. ''Has there been any tension in the room?'' Kris shakes his head. ''No, not even a little bit. Erik and I get along just fine, don't we, Erik?''

Erik nods, and affirms. ''We do, obviously we're still getting used to this, but we're getting on with it.''

For the last question, a journalist asks them. ''How long do you two think you'll be partners for?'' Kris thinks for a bit before giving his answer. ''Dan said it'll be until the end of the season, however that end comes, then we'll see where we're at in next training camp. Personally, I'm fine with this as it is for now.'' Erik chuckles, and adds, backing his partner up. ''Me too.''

After press, the team jump on their plane, and fly back home to Pittsburgh for their game against the Rangers.

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After a 5-2 loss to the Rangers at home, and a 5-4 shootout win against Detroit at Joe Louis, comes Erik's first ever Battle of Pennsylvania at Wells Fargo. The game is agonisingly close, the Flyers will not be bowed by the new addition to their rival team's core. ''Hey, pretty boy, ever heard of shoot first?'' Brayden Schenn chirps Erik.

Erik responds, just because he's Swedish - doesn't mean he's soft. ''I dunno, have you? All I'm seeing is Giroux doing all the work.'' The game goes through overtime, and into another shootout, which the Penguins manage with grace as always. In the room, Dan does his post-game speech, and says. ''First Battle of Pennsylvania, Erik, handled like you've been with us forever, well done.''

This win kicks off the weirdest win streak probably ever, as the Penguins go home to beat New Jersey 1-0 in a shootout, and Florida 2-1 in a shootout. Playoffs are guaranteed by now, but this win streak ends with a brutal 5-2 loss in another game against the Flyers. Kris is icing his shoulder after a hit from Jakub Voracek. ''Fucking idiot, I had the puck, he should've known better. Idiot ref sends me to the box for what? Getting hit by some moron who had the entire rink open.''

Duper says. ''Kris, stay focused, please? We've got five games left, then probably Tampa in the playoffs, we can't afford to be heated right now.'' Kris grumbles. ''Ugh, fine, but as soon as we have them next season, I'm saying something to Voracek.''

Erik laughs, sorting his gear out for staff to pack up properly. ''I bet you are.''

And so, first two weeks under his belt, the end of the regular season approaches.

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They lose 2-1 to Tampa at Amalie Arena, the game being much closer than the score tells. April is a shorter schedule for the boys, only four games. Three on the road, one at home. On the way back north, the Penguins dominate the Panthers 4-2, before having a short break. The quintet are at the house, chilling with some video games. The quartet had a spare room, and kindly gave it to Erik when he arrived in the city, the house finally feeling full after a few years of something being missing. Geno snipes Sid from across the map again. ''Geno, stop camping, for God's sake!''

Geno just says, a massive Cheshire grin on his face. ''Is good tactic, Sid, admit it.''

Kris says, backing his captain up. ''Nah, G, Sid's right, camping is bullshit.''

Geno protests, elaborating on his point. ''Isn't bullshit, it's smart, Legend. I get kills, but no one kills me, right?'' Erik leans over to Flower. ''Are they always like this?''

Flower nods, laughing his head off at the debate. ''Pretty much, yeah, you get used to it after about a season or so.''

After their 4-3 shootout win against the Islanders, the team heads to Georgia to play the Thrashers to close out the regular season. Rumour has it, the Thrashers are being relocated soon to Winnipeg. The Penguins put on the style to beat Atlanta 5-2. Dan gives a short speech in the locker room ahead of the playoffs. ''Well done on the season, boys, wasn't easy, losing our two best forwards for as long as we did, but we made it happen again. We have three days until we play Tampa, so let's make them count. We train smarter, not harder.''

Now, the real test comes for the new member of the core.

#hockey rpf #pittsburgh penguins #All We Survey AU

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the-firebird69 · 7 months

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The motors on the air conditioning units run forever and I mean it 20 30 year lifetime they run constantly and they use the horsepower to push big fans and a lot of air at pressure now they don't make that much noise they sound completely different unless you're a technician but it sounds kind of cool it's like an electrical sound and a humming. But these larger motors can be used for automobiles some of these air conditioning units like camper like a RV A motorhome that you drive and that's the whole unit and our son has been inside one and is expecting it just to see if they actually hooking it up and it works and was running his job and they push a ton of air and he said you don't want to be in it already sort of was it was like a window and those motors are about 89 horsepower and that might be enough using their technique and it might be enough on the lighter car so he's going to try and tassels he was a transformer and they require of like 200 volts and they do require more amperage but the transformer will do that and the automatic is nice he has an automatic car with it's kind of a pain in the ass really bad it shifts bad compared to other cars and these things shift really nice and smooth hey you can almost not mess them up.

And we tested them and made a bunch and her son and daughter say what are they clueless and they use these electric motors on other stuff but these HVAC unit ones seem to work great some of them work better than others then Arnold owns train and his work on a certain vehicle it's a truck and you wouldn't expect it but the gearing is right so he told Blake and he made one can you call Ben Arnold and he said no way meaning I'm excited about it but I can't do with you and you heard our son say you have to maybe a Tesla truck he got on the line again said I'm sorry I said that I'm having a problem it says I know about it because he needs money he heard and also he said how do you think this sounds train truck and they said oh my God but he was saying Tesla truck but how about Tesla trade Tesla powered by trane. They both got excited it's two megaliths in the industry and a relative of Tesla and someone who was Tesla and Ben Arnold was on the team with Tesla and owns trained this isn't that fascinating the owners of the company are doing it what's going to happen next where you get that ice cream with no sugar and low fat. Then Arnold started screaming with laughter and said I think we have to do that this is stupid nobody uses fat anymore might have to it says he doesn't want to talk about it. It comes down to that we're not going to be searching for a fat cow. He started laughing and laughing that's true. And I'm not going to be doing that. So he was talking about trucks earlier and I helped reach the subject and I'll tell you what this is a damn good idea those electric trucks have tons of torque so you can rip like the living s*** out of practice anything and sometimes they need that for a PTO also they started whining and crying and it was really weird so they need people to back and they need investors and factories I will never start and the max probably wanted to go they say they do they need it down there and they did now they want to get the boys something for mentioning them strange blue red people and blue emerald so the same shut up and stuff it's probably the cocaine.

It's going forwards now and he says a car is something I can drive but not with lithium but I can special order the alkaline probably on a Tesla car and everybody would freak out and BG wants me to have one and it's because of his AI fantasy it's really a Rock and roll fantasy our son says and daughter so yeah okay we're going to try and get these things going

Thor Freya

This is really exciting and interesting how it's happening and it is fun and having a truck is nice you can make some of that have really really massive horsepower and thick thick steel and they're just rip the tires right off almost anything that a military grade solid tire they are really powerful and we need those and we need those to move things around we have a couple giant earthwork trucks that have the light cycle drive and their electric and the steel on them is super strength and massively beefy about 80 ft tall 120 ft wide it's like a it's like the bank size building near the mall in Port Charlotte it's it's big and the steel on it's 3 ft thicken areas and on the drive and take off it is about 2 and 1/2 ft thick. My son says at 80 ft he could not lift the drive mechanism and we agree that's way too thick other Giants think they can but they haven't seen this two and a half thick

Olympus

People already have names for these things Tesla truck powered by train and of course zero motorcycles by Trump and BG as a name and he uses it and it's his American version he wants to make a Chinese version to compete with choaw he says get out of here it'll be war and things like that and take your automatic transmission idea in a sense is what with the Chinese air conditioner motor it says yeah we use them the factories as true too they last forever you go to work and you think it's going to break after 20 years 25 years and it doesn't cuz that's moving that air and it's great keeps everything clean and yeah the electricity works better cooler now we used to save on money and we weren't we are going to look at it. And automatic sounds great

Olympus

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willowlark369 · 2 years

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for the writing prompts: Leverage fic where parker brings home a stary cat and the team has mixed reactions but all eventualy warm up to it? -Teagan

Okay. This is super adorable. I love it. ...I also may now be in love with this whole concept. So many potential family pet tropes, so little time.

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"What is that?" Nate asked after coming down the stairs from his bedroom. The team had taken over his loft again. He had given up trying to keep them out, true, but it would have been nice if they would at least pretend to have boundaries. Still. It wasn't bad to wake up to coffee and breakfast already made most of the time. Having central place to meet also helped when they were in the middle of a job and admittedly, an apartment was more discreet than an office.

He was still a little peeved that Hardinson had brought the building, but even that had benefits given their proclivities.

"It's a cat," Parker answered as she traded off bites of cereal with the creature sitting on his kitchen island. Perhaps more surprising than the bedraggled beast in his apartment was that the cereal was Cheerios rather than the sugary kid-themed cereals that Parker usually ate for breakfast unless Eliot convinced her otherwise.

"I can see--" Nate cut himself off as he spotted Sophie pursing her lips behind Parker's back and giving him a slight shake of her head. Right. Parker doesn't understand figurative meanings. "I meant, why is there a cat in my apartment?"

"They needed a bath and your place was closest."

Nate squinted at the cat, really taking it in for the first time. Its orange and black long hair was choppy, even cut close to the skin in places, but sure enough, it was clean. As if sensing his gaze, it turned its golden eyes towards him. Then it dismissed him with a flick of one speckled ear and turned back towards the spoonful of milk that Parker was holding out for it.

"I'm not certain if the cat should have that," Nate tried instead. Before Parker or Sophie could say anything, there was a bustle of activity as Hardinson and Eliot arrived with armfuls of reusable shopping bags. Distractedly, Nate finished his thought as the guys started unloading the bags. "I don't think milk is actually good for cats."

"It's not," Hardinson chimed in. He approached Parker with a double-sided cat brush in one hand and a can of compressed air in the other. He handed the brush to Parker who had finished off the leftover milk from her cereal by then. "Cats are lactose intolerant." Hardinson shrugged as he leaned against the island. "But then, Eliot has been stocking your fridge with lactose-free dairy for the last month, so we're all good."

"Wait, what?"

"Hardinson," Eliot growled. "You weren't supposed to tell him."

"Skipping over why Eliot is stocking my fridge--"

"Because otherwise it's empty," Eliot interrupted. Nate narrowed his eyes at the man. Eliot held his hands up briefly in surrender before going back to pulling fish fillets out of the bag.

"Why lactose-free?"

Sophie, Eliot, and Hardinson all exchanged looks. Parker didn't, but probably because she was busy brushing the cat with the detangling side of the brush. Nate rubbed a hand over his face, debating if there was any way to postpone this conversation until after he had either coffee or a drink.

"You're gassy when you've had milk," Parker said when no one else seemed to want to speak. She continued brushing the cat. "And then you get cranky. Well, crankier than normal. So Eliot started swapping out what he got you. I like the new kind. They're better."

"I don't--I'm not--" Nate cut himself off abruptly because Sophie was not giving him a very unimpressed look. He sighed in defeat and decided to change the topic. "What are you going to call it?"

"Alley," Parker answered happily. "It's where I found them. It's a good name."

Alley purred in agreement.

#Magi Responds #Flash Fic #Leverage #Team as Family #Parker Found a Cat #Nate Ford PoV #Fluff #Alley the Cat

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kisekinodrabbles · 3 years

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Can we get detective Aomine, who gets assigned a female partner but from the start they're always at each other's throats. During an undercover case, reader has to be super flirty and Aomine gets all jealous and mutual confessions ensues. Maybe some sexy times at the end? :') Sorry if this is too specific, feel free to come up with your own interpretation! I'm such a huge fan of your work Sam and I'm so excited that you're opening your askbox even just for a little while!

ngl idk what im doing here but this is the last request in my inbox so i wanted to finish it haha pls enjoy (not proofread so excuse mistakes) - also my first time writing smut in like years so forgive me!!

Sometimes, Aomine thinks that if he isn’t a law and order professional, he thinks he might actually commit murder and hide your body away in some undisclosed, obscure location. Most of the time, you feel the same way about him.

The two work in different divisions—Aomine in homicide and you in robbery. The two divisions have always been highly competitive especially given how much overlap you both encounter. Things can get territorial, but their teams are used to your snide remarks and Aomine’s verbal assault. It’s just the way the world works.

After all, the two of you were in the same graduating class. You, a valedictorian by books. Aomine, top of the class by combat. It’s natural that the two of you are so competitive with your conflicting personalities.

The two of you may have also fucked at some point.

–

“I’m not fucking working with her, are you kidding me?” Aomine spits out at his boss. Any other person would’ve been kicked out of the room or probably fired, but Aomine is the best detective in his division so Akashi would never do such a thing. For now. Aomine’s been wearing his patience thin.

The red-haired man sighs, folding his hands together atop his desk. “Aomine, I understand you both have had your immaturity in the past. This, however, isn’t the time for such trivial matters. There’s a double homicide downtown during a robbery. She’s the lead for the case on the robbery end because they’ve been tracking a series of these.” Aomine opens his mouth to argue again. “No more buts. She’s already down there getting witness statements. Unless you want to be behind again, I suggest you get in your car and start driving.”

He grits his teeth. Breathe. Don’t strangle your boss, he’ll probably kill you first. “I’ll take Wakamatsu.”

By the time he arrives on the scene, a crowd has gathered behind the police line, snapping pictures in the hopes of getting something Twitter worthy. He growls past all of them and ducks underneath the tape. “Where’s the officer that called it in?”

“Inside talking to the detective.”

“I’m the detective,” he snaps right back, knowing full well you’re already three steps ahead of him. And you definitely won’t let him forget that.

He marches past the thick front doors, Wakamatsu in tow. From a distance, he spots you talking to another officer. When he finally approaches you, he realizes that you’re in a skin tight dress covered by an oversized police jacket.

Your name slips past his lips. “Did we interrupt a hot date?” He smirks.

You whirl around, knowing full well the irritating voice that grates on your nerves. Aomine Daiki. “Unlike you, I have actual friends and actual plans on a Friday night. Did you decide to give your wrist a break for the night?”

Aomine bites back, “Well, it’s not getting much rest either when I had my fingers knuckle deep in something tight and wet tonight.” Complete lie but he’s not about to lose this battle. “Not sure you know how that feels though.”

“If you’re talking about the pudding in your fridge, you might want to ease up on that. Doesn’t look like it’s doing you any favors,” you smile right back at him, knowing full well you’ve won this argument.

Aomine growls low under his breath, jabbing Wakamatsu hard with his elbow when he hears the snort escape him. “Brief me on the situation,” he tells the police officer.

“Well, uh, I already told this detective here—”

“I’m the other detective in charge for homicide. Now, you better fucking brief me before I tell your captain.”

The guy glances at you warily and you just laugh. “Told you he hasn’t gotten any in a long time. Come on, sugar, I’ll brief you on the way down to the vault.” You curl your finger in a gesture to get him to follow you and he sucks up his pride for the first time and do as he’s told. If he solves this case, he still gets the credit and you can go back to that sewer where you came from.

There are two bodies at the vault and forensics are already working to collect evidence when they arrive. “Your area of expertise, double homicide. Both are surprisingly the robbers. Four of them broke in, only two were seen exiting with money bags. No other casualties.”

“Fucking weird,” Aomine mutters. It’s not new for robberies to go wrong, but for two of them to die with no civilian casualty? That’s fucking weird.

“Interesting, isn’t it?” You grin, seeming way too pleased considering there are two dead people in front them. “The ammo is the same as the previous bank robberies in the area. We’re going to assume they’re linked to the Red Dragon clan.”

“Fuck,” he groans, “I fucking hate those guys. Bitches to deal with. Hard to infiltrate.”

You flick your hair over your shoulder, grinning at him. He can’t help but draw his gaze to your neck, a very attractive neck. Now that he notices how tight that dress is, he can’t help but admit that it has been a while since he’s gotten any action. The curves of your breast defined so clearly by the fabric that stretches across the mounds, the flow of your hips, every dip and rise. Your exposed legs further emphasized by your heels. God fucking damn. He feels his pants tighten as he licks his teeth. Get it together, Aomine.

Of course, the clothes do nothing to remove the memory of your nude body from his mind. He’s seen all parts of you some time ago. A drunken mistake that ended in a brief, but extremely satisfying night of passion. Your tight pussy wrapped around his cock, your nails digging into his biceps. He can still picture the sheen layer of sweat on your skin as he rams into you, your broken moans falling from your lips.

“Well, lucky for you,” you start again, pulling him out of the hazy cloud of lust. “I already have someone on the inside. They’ve set up a meeting for me tomorrow night meet with the head’s son. I’ll try to get some information done.”

“Lucky for you, I’m free tomorrow to be your backup. You’re welcome,” Aomine smiles, “Don’t fuck this up. I don’t feel like cleaning up after your ass.”

“I should say that about you, asshole.”

–

Aomine is sat in a dingy van just across the street from the bar you’re having your meeting. You’ve hidden your mic in the perfect spot, a location which you do not disclose to Aomine. However, he has a feeling it’s somewhere promiscuous that he wants to be aware of. They can see the restaurant clearly, their brat hacker Sakurai having plugged into the restaurant’s security cameras.

“Shut the fuck up, Aomine. I can hear you munching on your stupid sour cream and onion chips.” You mutter into your mic before the guy arrives. You sip your wine and take a deep breath. This isn’t the first time you’ve gone undercover but it is the first time to have Aomine behind you while you do so.

The detective looks down at the can in his hands. Sour cream and onion. How did you know? He sets it aside, bringing the mic up to his lips. “Maybe you should do your job better and focus on your meeting instead of listening to me. Why are you so obsessed with me, hm?”

However, a man’s voice on the other side of the headphones has him straightening. “Good evening, I didn’t expect to be meeting a lovely lady like you tonight,” the sleaze says and Aomine can just imagine him kissing your hand. “When Tanaka said I’d be meeting with the right hand of White Claw, I didn’t expect it to be a woman.”

“Well, we are moving up in life, Mr. Ito.”

“Your good looks are certainly quite persuasive. I’m sure there are ways you can convince me to strike a deal.”

Fucking. Sleaze.

“Oh,” you laugh lightly, “what a flatterer. You’re not so bad yourself. I can imagine people fall at their feet for you.”

“Well, I am quite knowledgeable in more ways than one. Perhaps I can show you tonight after dinner.”

The two banter back and forth, trading flirty comments that puts Aomine on edge. You’re supposed to be doing your job and he knows that. He knows this is all an act but you’re a damn good actress.

“Aomine, where are you going?” Wakamatsu’s concerned voice carries through the speaker.

You freeze. This fucker better not screw this whole operation up. “Well,” you say, “this has been a lovely dinner. I’m sure we both can come to an agreement without doing anything reckless.”

The double meaning, a sentence meant for the man across from you and the man listening to you rings clear. Aomine growls, sitting back down petulantly in his seat. He was about to rage in there and start a war, but holds himself back. Be professional, Aomine. Job first, dick needs later.

“The same to you. It’s been a pleasure meeting you,” the man smiles. “Are you sure you won’t join me for the night?”

Aomine snarls low into his mic. Wakamatsu shoots him a weird look. You let out a little giggle and he knows it’s meant for him. “No, thank you, Mr. Ito. I’m afraid I have other commitments to tend to.”

When he knows it’s safe, he storms into the restaurant where you still sit, sipping your drink. Sliding into the seat across from you, he rolls his eyes. “Enjoy yourself?”

He didn’t see when you were set up with the mic earlier so he also hadn’t seen what you were wearing. He’s almost grateful because he knows he might’ve lost it if he did. Tight ass dress, deep neckline that shows ample cleavage (he’s always a sucker for this), sultry eyes, red lips. God, all his favorite things packaged into one.

Your lips quirk up. “The breadsticks here are quite nice.”

“Fucking hilarious. Let’s go.”

“Why the hurry?”

“Unless you want Wakamatsu to hear me fuck you, you better dump that mic and get your ass up.”

You lean back, narrowing your eyes at him. “I’m not sure I like your tone.”

“Trust me, you don’t have to like my tone to enjoy what I’m going to do to you.”

Licking your lips, you consider your options as you bring the wine back to your lips. “Fine,” you mutter, unclipping the mic from the strap of your dress. Aomine moves faster though, snatching it from your hands and dumping it into the wine. Before you can protest, he already has a hand wrapped around yours, tugging you up from your seat and into the back room.

You’re stumbling in his manic rush, heels barely keeping up with your movements. “Aomine!” You chide as he pushes all the way to the employee break room. The space is fortunately empty and Aomine locks it to make sure it stays that way. “Can you please stop?! You’re such a caveman, I—”

He’s quick to shut you up, swallowing your words with his lips as they slot over yours. He doesn’t waste time, shrugging off his leather jacket as he licks your bottom lip for permission. You gasp a complaint, but he takes advantage of the situation to stick his tongue in, pressing it up against yours.

All your worries fall away into a moan as he separates from you only to gasp for breath and pull his t-shirt over his head. With nimble fingers, he’s unzipping the back of your dress and yanking it down, leaving your top half exposed. Shivering, you’re about to voice your disapproval but your brain seems to stop functioning the second your gaze lands on his tanned body.

Aomine’s always been attractive. No one can deny. There’s a reason why he’s simultaneously the precinct’s most eligible bachelorette and most insufferable jackass. His confidence matches his skills. His looks live up to his brags. Hard lines and shadows are painted on him like a masterpiece in a museum. His broad shoulders make him look even bigger with his height. His jeans that hang just low enough to be tantalizing with the hint of a v that leads to the space between his legs.

Your mouth dries up at the sight and Aomine smirks knowingly. You’ve fallen into his bed before, he can make it happen again. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Fifth grade humor doesn’t become you, Aomine.” You scowl as he backs you up against the table in the middle of the room. He effortlessly grabs you by the ass to lift you up and onto the surface, the metal cool against your exposed thighs.

“Did you dress up for me, doll? Knowing full well that this was going to happen,” he grins devilishly, bringing his hands up to shamelessly cup your breasts.

It’s not as if you’re embarrassed for being so bare before him. You’re proud of your body and he damn well knows that. You let him fondle you through your bra for a little bit. “No, you animal. I dress for the job.”

“You tell me you wear this flimsy thing—” he teases the light coverage of your lingerie. The lace is sheer and barely covers your nipples, the material holding onto your breasts for dear life. “—for the job?”

“I do my job right, asshole,” you spat right back. “So are you just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me?”

A wide grin stretches across his face. The heat in his eyes carry to his hands as he works to unclasp your bra and let it fall to the ground. Aomine doesn’t waste time as you lean back on your palms, granting him full access to fondle and suckle on your tits. His tongue swirls around the sensitive nubs that have grown stiff in the contrast between the cold air and his warm breath. His teeth graze the sensitive skin hard enough to have you groaning in pleasure. His lips close in around them and suck. He uses his hand to tease and tug your other breast, pinching it to elicit that delicious whimper out of you. Aomine alternates between the two, making sure you stay warm.

Meanwhile, you let your hand fall to the bulge between his legs. He lets out a small grunt at the initial touch but seems to respond favorably to the way you stroke the tent, nudging his hips forward for more friction. “Is that a gun in your pants or are you just excited to see me?”

“You’re so fucking ridiculous,” Aomine mutters, both humored and unamused by your comment.

“Fuck,” you let slip as your fingers struggle to unbutton his jeans. “Your fucking pants. Don’t you live in sweats? You choose today of all days to wear your stupid tight jeans?”

Aomine chuckles, “Patience, baby. You know you like my ass in these.”

You do, but you’re not about to admit that. He quickly works off his pants, letting them drop to his ankles as he moves towards you again. While he continues to stimulate your tits, your hand begins groping his cock which is rock hard and peeking from the top of his boxers.

“God, I miss having this inside me,” you whine, pulling the flimsy fabric off and letting it pool on top of his jeans. “Condom?”

“You don’t want me raw? You know you want to feel all of my cock,” he grins. You throw him a glare and he just chuckles as he reaches for his wallet on the floor, pulling out a packet and tossing it onto the table. “But first,” he pauses, letting his hands slide down to cup your pussy, which is admittedly already drenched at that point.

He hisses when he feels your juices drip and coat his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet, goddamn. How long have you been waiting for this?”

“When that robbery happened, I was about to get laid for the first time in months. So fucking sue me,” you snarl at him.

“Well, I am here to please,” he wets his lips. He slips one finger in, sliding in all too easily. So he adds another finger and feels your walls pulse around him. He begins pulling it out before shoving it back in, repeating the measure to stroke your walls. He curls his fingers inside as he watches your face closely.

Your expression morphs from irritation to blinding pleasure in an instant. Your eyes slide shut, your lips part to exhale shaky breaths. Aomine seems to know exactly how to angle and twist his fingers to induce a heart attack. The sounds falling from your mouth are ephemeral, Aomine wishes he can film this moment so he can replay it over and over again.

He pumps his fingers into you and ducks his head to take your nipple into his mouth again, tongue circling the tip. “God, you taste so fucking good. I forgot how wet you can get. Don’t even need lube to slide into you, huh? You’re already dripping for me.”

“Asshole,” you murmur weakly, clearly in no place to retort.

“Remember the first time I fucked you? God, you were so easy,” he grins, “you were so wet, so turned on already. Remember when I stuck my tongue in your pussy? Licking up your juices. You tasted so sweet.”

Your breath stutters in your chest, hitching in your throat. “Fuck you, let’s not forget how quickly you came when I sucked you off.”

“I mean, the sight of you on your knees is enough to get anyone off, sweetheart.”

“Fuck me,” you groan. Any rational thought has fizzled from your brain. The feeling of his fingers inside you is enough to consume you whole, overwhelming you in waves of rapture.

“What was that?”

“Dickwad.”

He chuckles darkly, licking his lips again. “Beg me.”

“I’m not going to—”

Aomine yanks his fingers out, looking down at you, taunting you. He waits as you internally struggle with your moral convictions. Are you willing to give up your pride for one night just to get fucked out of your mind?

Easy.

Yes.

“Please,” you huff, “please fuck me.”

“Please fuck me who?”

Your eyes find the ceiling, wondering what in the hell you did in your lifetime to have met the devil that is Aomine. Biting your lip, you lean closer to whisper, “Please fuck me, Da-i-ki.”

The man is a sucker for you calling him by his first name. And to get what you want, you’re willing to play into his hands. Aomine lets out a low growl before ripping open the condom packet and rolling the thin rubber along his length. Your pussy squeezes at the sight. Just imagining what it’s like to have that thickness inside of you, fucking you full, has you on edge.

He doesn’t waste a single second, pulling you forward and slowly positioning himself in front of you. He holds onto his cock, letting the tip trace your pussy lips, circling it and letting your juices drip onto his cock. Stroking the wetness along his dick, he uses it as a lubricant before he slides himself inside you.

When he’s buried to the hilt, Aomine leans forward and lets his forehead rest on your shoulder. Your pussy is so fucking tight. It’s squeezing and throbbing around him with the engulfing heat. He feels as if he’s going to explode right then.

“Fuck, you really haven’t been screwed in a while,” Aomine rasps.

“Told you.”

Aomine starts off slow, pulling out and pushing back in. With how thin the condom is, he can feel every ridge, every bump in your heat rub up against his cock. The sensations is enough to have his thighs quivering, but he’s not one to back down. He begins to pick up the pace, thrusting deep inside of you repeatedly. HIs mouth latches onto your neck, tongue lapping and teeth nipping to paint purple blooms upon your skin.

His movements are building a bubbling pressure in the pit of your stomach. You feel your heart tightening with every move, your insides squeezing. The absolute pleasure that crashes over you has you breathless, your hands finding purchase on his arms.

He mutters filthy words in your ear, one of his hands reaching up to tangle in your hair. He yanks back lightly, just enough to have you moaning. You like it rough, he’s well aware of that. He pounds into you relentlessly, hands keeping you in place as whimpers tumble from your mouth.

“Fuck, right there, oh god,” you gasp, “fuck me harder. God, your dick feels so good. Filling me up so full with your thick cock.”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll be tempted to come in you, baby,” Aomine grazes his teeth along your ear, hot breath kissing your skin. “God, I want to just fucking cream inside you.”

“Better watch yourself, Daiki.”

Aomine grins lasciviously, sweat beginning to bead his forehead as he attempts to keep himself in check. He feels you tighten your pussy, walls closing in around him. “Bitch,” he growls. You know what you’re doing but he’s not about to let you gain dominance of the situation.

So his hands dig deeper into your hips as he fucks you harder and deeper, his cock pulsating inside of you on the brink of his self-control. “I’m about to come,” he says with eyes squeezed shut. If he sees your tits bouncing as he fucks you again, he might actually combust in that second.

“Me too,” you panted, fingers scraping down his arms.

With a few more pumps, Aomine spills into the rubber with a grunt. He feels you convulse around him, your entire body trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm. He can feel his come continue to leak from his cock. God, he hasn’t come this hard in a fucking long time.

His heart is thundering in his chest from the impact of his climax. He slumped forward, leaning against you for support—also partially to feel your tits press up against his chest. “Fuck,” he huffs.

“That was good,” you admit to yourself, still breathing heavily as you begin fixing your hair. “We should do that again sometime.”

Aomine just laughs, huffing against your skin. “You’re the fucking she-devil.”

“Says the guy who’s fucking me in the back room in the middle of an undercover operation.”

“Dick first, job second.”

–

Wakamatsu looks at him when he walks into the precinct that morning. “You do realize the captain is going to kill you for fucking up that expensive mic, right?”

Fuck.

#kuroko no basket #knb #kuroko no basuke #aomine daiki #aomine smut #knb smut #knb drabbles #knb scenarios #anonymous #popz

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caitsyoi · 3 years

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I made a post about the Seraphites, so now I want to make one about the WLF. This post is mostly about the WLF's home base, aka the stadium and the area immediately around it. I've included some of my favorite pictures, and my thoughts and observations about where they live and their culture.

Under the cut again to keep things nice and clean.

I gotta say, this blew my mind when I first saw this as Abby. The WLF really have their shit together. Multiple power sources, a bunch of the resources FEDRA left behind, and multiple food sources. The field has cattle, sheep, and chickens plus some farming. On the steps they have even more areas for farming. They have a way to collect water, and even people to design and string up their logo everywhere.

It makes sense, supposedly thousands of people live here (you can't see it unless except via glitch, but there is also baseball stadium immediately next to this that they might also occupy).

We only see where Abby and other soldiers (perhaps squad leaders?) live. They have a pretty cushy life, two per luxury box (the rooms NFL teams overcharge for that run along the upper level of stadiums). Mel also mentions a special area for young families, I wouldn't be surprised if these areas were further divided. Perhaps there is also housing for larger families and single people who aren't soldiers or squad leaders. I very much wonder if those who join the military get better housing than those that work as farmers (or dishwashers, teachers, laundry washers, cooks, etc.). As mentioned earlier, Abby and Manny live in a luxury box, and there are 112 of those in the stadium this is based on. That's housing for 224 people, if they all live like the people in Abby's hallway. That would mean there has to be more housing in other parts of the stadium.

This stadium was once used by FEDRA, and you can see the concrete barriers they left behind along the edge of the field. They have to have more cattle than this, to feed all the people that supposedly live under the WLF. There is farmland around the stadium (more on that later), so maybe they mostly let them graze out there, then move some in when they plan on slaughtering them soon.

I love that they have wind turbines AND solar panels. You can see the influence that the Fireflies had on Issac and the WLF, they really focus on stability and restoring what was lost (at least when it comes to comfort). So they have electricity, sustainable food sources (and multiple kinds too), and a way to collect water (you can't see it in this shot, but they use a system similar to Jackson's, just on a much wider scale).

They teach a curriculum similar to what was taught to kids before the outbreak. We only see two classrooms, but from what I can tell they try to give the gives the type of education they could have received in the old days (as best they can, at least). Both the teachers you see are pretty young, which makes me wonder who taught them.

Most of the kinds you see in class are pretty young, like less than 10. These look a little order (they are outside the stadium in the market area, which I will talk about more a little later). I wonder how long WLF children are required to attend school (I think I saw a sign for 1st through 6th grade, so at least that?). I imagine they get a basic education with some broad looks into various topics, and maybe the ones most apt for study are selected to do specialized careers like teaching or meteorology. Other children are probably pushed into farming or the military portion of the WLF. Regardless of what they study, they probably also get a heavy dose of WLF propaganda. That aligns with how gung-ho many of them are to fight.

I wonder if military service is compulsory, like everyone has has to do at least so much time and then they can do other things if they want. Or maybe they make it so you don't have to fight if you don't want to, but those that do get better perks.

Most of the WLF you see appear to be in their 20's or 30's, or at least the fighters. That would mean they have spent most (if not all) of their lives under military rule, and they would have a special allegiance to the WLF since they manage things so much better than FEDRA did. Plus, you know, all that propaganda. I imagine they are told a lot about how the WLF is restoring society and how the WLF saved them from FEDRA/Scars/infected.

Sorta related, I thought of an WLF AU. Ellie grows up in Seattle under the WLF, perhaps with Riley and Dina and the other characters from canon. So many interesting things can be done with this, but that's for another post maybe.

This is one the cafeteria's the WLF use. I believe this is one of a few, although this is the only one you see. There is also a butcher and small market for clothing and items here too. They prepare food here, but I think the majority of cooking is done in an area set up for it in the stands.

They have posted meal times for groups A-F, and separate meal times for children and the late night patrol. So maybe this is the only cafeteria? Each end is blocked off, so maybe they use some of the corridor that circles the stadium for more living quarters.

This is also community space where they can play games, chat, or read. There also seems to be a mix of soldiers and other workers eating together, as well as young families (there is at least 1 or 2 women with young babies in here).

This little detail was super cute to me, but it also tells you a lot about WLF society. Everyone has a job to do, there is a role and place for everyone to contribute.

I'll talk more about this in another post (titled "It's Silly to Call a Post-apocalyptic Group 'Fascists', but Still the WLF Is Pretty Messed Up"), but an important thing to remember about the WLF is that everything comes down to Issac. He has the final say on everything, he makes all the major decisions, he picks squad leaders, he decides who needs to be punished, he's basically the Supreme Leader. Issac has been shown to be somewhat progressive with some things (you can follow whatever religion you want or none at all in the WLF, the WLF has no problem with LGBTQ people, you can get medical waivers for military duty, they provide support for pregnant women and parents, etc.), and in other ways he is very much the opposite (he punishes anyone who disagrees with him - this could be a relatively light punishment of a crappy assignment or it could be a beating, then there's the whole attempted genocide thing). Anyway, my point is that there are good things about the WLF, but also there is a serious darkside.

Anyway, when I saw this lady and her baby I immediately thought of Dina doing this with JJ while she gardens.

I absolutely loveeeee this little detail. A mural for the fallen. This really reminds me of some stuff you could see today, just replace the wolf with an eagle and make the uniforms camo.

There are 46ish names on this wall, so I wonder if it is continuously updated or if there are multiple murals, because they definitely have lost more people than that over the years. Also, there are about 150 people at the FOB (the amount of bodies at the FOB, yes I counted) that will need to be added. Maybe the war with the Seraphites just really exploded in the last few weeks (or maybe longer) leading up to Ellie's arrival.

I love that you can pause during the ride with Abby, Mel, and Manny to look around the outside of the stadium. Immediately outside there are train tracks and what appears to be a large market running along side of it. This is on the west side of the stadium, I believe. A major highway intersection is also nearby.

The market has all sorts of goods, food, gas, clothing, cleaning products, TVs and other electronics, records, and even more. I wonder if this is some sort of intake area for any goods they bring back to the base. But who runs these little shops? From some notes you can find we know their economy runs on trade, so how does this work?

Once you get past the market area, you see a pretty vast section of farmland. I loved this shot because it also shows one of their rain water storage areas. They mark this water as to be used only for irrigation, so they must use something else for people to drink and bathe with. Or maybe they just filter some water for people to use, and the rest goes to the plants.

In the background you can see the wall and a guard tower. There is a larger wall (like much larger, I'm talking maybe 5 stories) around the QZ, and a smaller one that runs around the stadium.

This is labeled "Checkpoint #4", so I'm not sure if that means there are other gates, but this is the only one we see in game.

The wall is pretty thick, and you can see these guard towers spaced out all alongside it (much like in Jackson). Once you leave the walls you are immediately surrounded by the wasteland that is post-apocalyptic Seattle.

#The amount of detail they put into this game is insane #I can see why it took so long to make #The WLF's base is probably my second favorite place outside of Jackson #But there isn't a lot of competition #WLF thesis stuff #I have spent way too much time thinking about this game #the last of us 2 #WLF

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validity-is-powerful · 3 years

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The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known - chap. 1

Hello friends. I already posted chapter 1 weeks ago, but I've finally gotten around to making a post about it.

Written with permission off this post by @sapphicdeath (my main is @strung-by-fate).

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Summary: A day in the office. Nighttime sets the stage.

Warnings: none

Pairing: Hotch/Rossi

Words: 1.9k

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The office was never empty, not even early in the morning as Hotch arrived. Already there were other employees there, setting up for their days or ending their nighttime shifts. He made his way to his office, nodding a greeting to those he passed.

He set up his desk, arranging the papers he would need to go through according to importance, as he frequently did. Occasionally, there would be a file he would go through first that wasn't overly important, but he would still go through first for other reasons.

It was easy to sink into the headspace he needed for the motions of reading each document and filling out what needed to be. A glance at the clock showed him it was eight. The team would likely be some time still.

Half an hour later, he looked up to see most of his team spilling into the bullpen, talking and laughing together. JJ was absent, but then, she had spoken yesterday of her son's fever and how she and Will were worried. He would give her until nine, then call.

Hotch watched in silence as they settled into their desks, getting ready for the day without ever truly ending their conversation, save for Rossi, who found his way to his own office. It always felt distant, viewing them from behind the glass as he was now. He was part of the team, but there were times he wondered if he was truly part of it in anything but name. Mornings were some of those times, more often than not.

A knock on his door stirred him from his reverie.

"Come in."

"Hey, Hotch," Morgan said, opening the door. "Saying good morning."

"Good morning."

"You looked a bit lonely up here this morning. Anything you want to talk about?"

"I've been thinking," Hotch said. Morgan made a disbelieving but amused sound.

"Alright, man. But if you do ever want to talk, I'm always here."

"I know. Thank you." Morgan shut the door and walked off. Hotch returned to the work in front of him.

"You know, we don't actually know how many-" Reid began, only to be cut off by Prentiss.

"JJ, there you are. Everything alright? You're usually as early as Hotch." The other agent was rarely late, and yet it was almost nine. Hotch had been in the office for likely more than an hour, from what the others knew of his schedule.

"Yeah, everything's fine," JJ said, waving away her friend's concerns. "Henry has a fever, Will's watching him. I left a bit late because of that and hit traffic."

"Henry okay?" Reid chimed in from his desk.

"He will be," JJ assured the group. "He's warm but not dangerously so. We're just worried over how frequently he gets sick."

"That's not uncommon," Reid said. "The average child Henry's age tends to get several fevers a year, not to mention seven or eight colds. So I really wouldn't worry about it unless it's rather severe." He tapped his pen against his fingers, as he was wont to do. JJ nodded, a bit off-kilter

"Thanks, Reid."

"Prentiss." Her name being called grabbed her attention away from the report she was filling out as Morgan and Reid bickered behind her, and she turned. Hotch stood outside his office, waiting for her to turn. "I need to speak with you."

It wasn't only her attention that he had. Reid and Morgan were watching intently as well. She rose and made her way over, frowning.

"Something going on?" Hotch opened his door for her in answer. She entered, and he shut it behind them.

"You're not in trouble," he said once he had taken a seat at his desk and she was sitting in the chair across from him. "It's just some routine training. Seven months is a long time to be gone from the team. The Bureau needs to know you're still sharp."

"What do they need from me this time?" The retraining and assessments had been continuous since she had returned to the Unit. Hotch slid a form and a pen towards her.

"For you to fill that out, then report to the mats tomorrow. Morgan and I can cover your paperwork." She nodded.

"You can return to your desk. And, Emily. It's nice to have you back." She stood and moved to the door, then paused with one hand on it.

"Hotch?" He looked up questioningly. Prentiss smiled. "Thanks." She got a small smile in return.

Lunch was a remarkably quiet affair. Even Hotch deigned to join them, which was unusual in itself.

"Is anyone doing something interesting this weekend?" Garcia asked.

"A friend and I have plans to go strawberry picking up in Pennsylvania,” Prentiss offered, which gained some approving nods around the table.

“Let’s hope nothing comes up, then.”

“You know, the garden strawberry is originally from Brittany, France, and is a cross of two other breeds, one from eastern North America and the other from Chile. It replaced the woodland strawberry, which had been around since the early 17th century,” was Reid’s contribution.

The talk after that shifted to work, and what had come up in reports. Some members were more vocal than others. Hotch was frequently observant but largely silent when there wasn’t a case, staying in his office and working alone. Rossi preferred to observe as well, but tended to be more active in the conversation.

Towards the end of the day, Hotch knocked on JJ’s door.

“Come in,” was the call he was greeted with. She looked up in surprise as he entered, hands pausing on the file she was looking over. “Hey, Hotch. There’s nothing demanding we fly out, though there are a couple of cases that we should offer a consultation on.” He made a small, dismissive gesture.

“I’m not here to discuss cases yet. I trust your judgement.” She smiled.

“Um, thanks. Why are you here, then?”

“Checking on you. You’ve seemed distraught today.” JJ gave him a tight smile.

“It’s nothing, really. It’s this job. It’s my son being sick. I’m fine, Hotch.”

“JJ, if you want to talk, I’m here. And if you need to take some time off, no one’s going to think less of you.”

“I know that.”

“But?”

“But I can’t bear to.” She sighed, quietly. “I can’t step away from this desk and these files, knowing that if I take even a day off, they’re going to pile up and by the time I get through, there’s going to be more bodies. They aren’t my fault, and I know that, but some days it weighs on me more heavily than others.”

She looked up, studying his face. “I can do this job.”

“I know.”

“I just have bad days.”

“Look at me.” JJ lifted her eyes, meeting his own. Hotch continued softly. “You go through files detailing some of the worst acts human beings have committed every day. You have to choose who we try to catch, knowing that the others that you don’t pick are going to keep on killing. Of course this job weighs on you. I want you to know that you have my respect. You’ve always had it. If you need anything, I’m here for you.”

She smiled, teary-eyed.

“Thank you, Hotch.” She slid him a file. He took it.

“The evil in the world is not your fault,” he reminded her as he opened the door to leave.

“Nor is it yours,” she said.

It was unusual for any of them to, towards the end of the day, find themselves with a light enough load of work to begin thinking about heading home. It was unfortunately common amongst members of the team to stay far later than was healthy in order to finish filling out some form or report, or to finish reading through a file.

The time was approaching eight by the time Rossi wrapped up the final file he was reviewing. He shook out his wrist, stood, and began packing up.

Then, as was custom on the nights it was just the two of them left, he made his way to Hotch’s office.

Hotch looked up as he entered. “Budget reports,” he said in answer to the questioning look. “HR wants to make another cut and Strauss has me looking over the proposal in case they go through with it.” Rossi dropped into one of the chairs opposite Hotch’s desk.

“What’s it look like for the team?”

“There’s no threat of downsizing this time.” Hotch made another mark and kept reading.

“Well, that’s good, at least.”

Rossi watched in silence as his friend continued to make his way through the report, his usual frown etched on his face even now, in the quiet stillness when it was just the two of them.

Hotch set the file aside some ten minutes later. He took his things as well, then Rossi opened the door for them both and they headed out.

The elevator ride and the walk to the main entrance passed in a blur, and before long, the two of them had reached the parking lot and their cars. They had parked beside each other, something that had started out being convenience (they tended to leave late, and together), and had turned into a habit both were unwilling to break.

“I’ll see you tonight?” Rossi asked as they stood face to face, closer than was perhaps appropriate for two colleagues. Hotch’s hand found his waist.

“Tonight,” he agreed. “An hour from now, my place?”

“Works for me,” Rossi told him. The kiss they shared was brief and chaste. Nothing else was safe, and even that much was too much for a place like the parking lot of Quantico.

An hour later, Hotch had seen Jack safely to bed and now opened the door to admit his partner. Rossi entered, and they found their way to the kitchen, trading soft words and sure hands, at ease with each other.

Their relationship was far from new, after all. They had been working with each other for a little over two decades and had been friendly throughout. Their romantic involvement was shorter, but still had several years on it.

Hotch took Rossi’s free hand as they drank, and Rossi could feel the cold of the ring Hotch wore against his skin. They both wore the rings signifying their relationship, though what exactly the rings signified he couldn’t say.

“I’ve been wondering,” Hotch said into the quiet. They had never dared to go further than what they had. A serious relationship between two employees, especially two senior employees, was enough risk as it was. Marriage was out of the question for more than one reason. Anything more than friendship was already putting the team at risk. If one of them was injured or killed on a case, the other would be more vulnerable than was safe with their job. Relationships were a risk, always had been. Unfortunately for them and countless others, their hearts had never cared.

“We have plans to not go further until we’re retired.” Hotch paused, turning the words over in his mind and finding the right ones. “But if we could safely, Dave, would you marry me?”

“Yes,” was the answer that fell from Rossi’s lips, before he sealed them over Hotch’s again. He tasted desperation and the wine they had drunk. The glasses found their way onto the counter as he wrapped his arms around his lover, holding him close as Hotch did the same.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fic #aaron hotchner #david rossi #jj #emily prentiss #spencer reid #derek morgan #hossi #hotch x rossi #elliott writes #TMOBK #standalone #chaptered #chapter 1

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debrincat being a new face of the franchise i get, but jones? come on, he’s ok but he’s not exceptional and i don’t think he deserves to be the face of any franchise. like, compare jones to toews and kane, mcdavid, crosby, giroux, ovechkin, matthews, panarin, mckinnon, fuck even zegras. jones doesn’t deserve to be a face, but with the dumb contract bowman gave him….smh

I think it's a bit unfair to compare Jones to some of the other names you mentioned given he's only been in Chicago half a season and doesn't have much of a winning rep behind him due to being stuck on a team like CBJ for so long.

I'm not the biggest Seth fan in the world obviously but he is objectively the Hawks' best dman. That contract is an absolute killer though.

There were some interesting tidbits in that article I mentioned, namely around the locker room dynamics and how he's trying to become more of a leader in the room but it hasn't come naturally to him. The coaches have apparently tried to push him to be more vocal as well, obviously realising that he's going to be there for the long haul.

So as the team tries to build momentum down the stretch, Jones said his top priority will be expanding and solidifying his leadership skills, hoping to become more outspoken.

"I'm trying to fill that void," he said. "Our room is pretty unique, actually, where everyone says what they feel. That's actually the first thing Toews said this year in camp: 'It's our team, so if you have something to say in the room, you can say it, no matter how many games you've played.' That has been good. But when I want to say something, I do whether it's for the team or one-on-one with a guy, helping him out in practice or a game."

The coaching staff, meanwhile, has challenged Jones to force himself outside his comfort zone as a leader even more than he already has.

"This is where he needs to improve his game," King said. “It's not always on the ice; it's off the ice. He is a leader – he puts a lot of pressure on himself that way. But he still can be a little bit more vocal and challenge the other guys. We have young guys who need to learn, and what better way [is there] to learn than from another player?"

I've wondered how the Jones brothers have fit in the room because I know Seth was notorious for being part of Columbus's er, very right wing circle, that was rumoured to have been part of the reason Pierre-Luc Dubois asked for a trade elsewhere. I assume players are usually able to work together regardless of political preferences unless there's a particularly big rift (although most of them are right-leaning anyway) but Jonny's always seemed pretty lefty so I'm curious if it's ever been a topic of conversation. Caleb has buddies I'm pretty sure because I know he went out for dinner with Murph (#RealFriendsGetTheirCarsStolenTogether) and I think his girlfriend is part of the 'inner wag circle' 😅 but idk about Seth.

#anon #seth jones #much to ponder

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inspired by your last chapter which was in the wise words of lady gaga-

I'm a hardcore residential on the puckevanshummel hill, and I need to ask you for your thoughts on them and if you have any headcanons for them or just random thoughts? <3

@awkwardcaterpillar I don't even have words for how happy this ask made me. You're a really awesome person, and I've been smiling ever since I got it. I also have a plot of land on this hill, and I'm ready to be buried on it! (for the most part. Clearly I'm a multishipper, so like, I'm gonna have a bunch of gravesites, but only one will have the treasure in it. (the treasure is the friends you made along the way.)) I'm gonna try and avoid spoilers for Soul Soul, because once I start, I'll never stop. xD So these are more general puckevanshummel thoughts that I think fit a lot of different scenarios?

I think there’s so many interesting dynamics between the three of them. So, I guess I decided to focus on them all in their pairs, and then a little on them as a whole.

Puck+Sam:

Dumb boy stuff; playing video games, racing each other for no apparent reason, seeing who can drink a quart of milk the fastest, and then sitting and pouting, as Kurt gently pets their hair after they get sick doing it. Sam helps Puck see that he can just have fun. He can enjoy Mario, and watch comedy movies, and he can cry at romantic movies and Sam’s not going to think any less of him. And I think Puck respects Sam a little from the get go. Like this is a guy who looks like the (hottest) manliest guy Puck’s ever come across, but he’s never shy about what he likes or what he thinks is important. Sam feels his feelings honestly, and Puck takes a lot of courage in that to feel his own feelings.

They tend to butt heads mostly about morality. Sam has a pretty strict moral code, and sometimes that annoys Puck. And counterbalancing that, Sam get disappointed when Puck doesn’t live up to the kind of person Sam knows he can be.

Sam+Kurt:

Sam is big on the romance and the sweetness, and so is Kurt. He’s just as at ease going for a really nice meal with Kurt, as he is at taking the two of them to a couples cooking class, or to color-me-yours. Sam and Kurt definitely team up to talk Puck back from some of his bigger, slightly darker impulses. No, you can’t beat up Karofsky because he looked at Kurt that way (sam: unless he hits you first.// Puck: :D // Kurt: Do not antagonize Karofsky into hitting you so that you can hit him back. // Puck: D:)).

Of course, the shittier elements of the student body are like “Oh, Hummel and Evans are the couple, Puck’s just in it for the sex.” Which is really dumb of them, both because Puck would bend over backwards to be just as romantic as either of his boyfriends (it just doesn't come as naturally to him, he has to put the work in), and because Sam and Kurt are just as dtf as Puck is.

Sam and Kurt tend to grind against each other on the optimism/pessimism scale. Kurt can get annoyed by Sam’s insistence that everything will work out okay, when Kurt knows that things only end up okay because other people change things. And Sam gets really concerned when Kurt gets pessimistic about things, but tends to feel a little useless because Kurt doesn’t want to accept help.

Kurt+Puck:

Kurt literally never has to believe that he isn’t wanted, because Puck is very clear on how much he wants Kurt at all times. Kurt is much easier to sway into Puck’s plots and what’s better, he’s perfectly happy to make those plots smarter and more likely to succeed. And of course, when the two of them put their mind to it, there’s nothing they can’t convince Sam to come along with. Kurt is never afraid to call Puck on his crap, and the two of them can trade witty sarcasm back and firth so well that the Glee Club refer to it as their foreplay (and they’re not wrong.)

But they both have a lot of walls, and so they’re both really good at peeling back the others layers and letting them be vulnerable together. A lot of the hurt and stuff that they don’t want Sam to know about, because they love him but he didn’t grow up in Lima. Sometimes they’ll just curl up in bed together, one of them holding the other and talk about the darker stuff that they don’t want to burden Sam with.

Kurt and Puck’s main negative is that they’re both pretty emotionally volatile, and they can be pretty cruel when they’re hurt. They’re used to lashing out, and although they both do their best not to do that to Sam, a flirty sarcastic arguement can turn into cutting remarks far too easily.

Together

When they’re together, they all play together pretty well. There’s some eyerolling when Kurt comes home and they’re on the couch playing Mario Kart again, but then Puck’ll drag him down so he’s wedged between the two of them, and Sam’ll announce that whoever wins gets to make out with Kurt, and Kurt will act offended but it makes him feel a little tingly that he’s considered a prize. Like, someone would want to win him? Kurt and Sam do a lot of the cooking together, whilst Puck’s pretty much always on dish duty. They’re each other’s biggest fans musically, and even if Mr. Schue can’t get past the “you can’t all compete together for duet competitions, guys!” arguement, it’s pretty well known that between the three of them (and Finn who gets dragged in to play drums), they’ve always got a song ready to go. People don’t really get it in Glee Club, except for Finn who sees them at all home all the time, and is kind of over it by this point, but Kurt, Sam and Puck don’t care about the sideway looks and mild confusion.

They’re just happy together.

#puckevanshummel #awkwardcaterpillar #Glee #kurt hummel #sam evans #noah puckerman

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hergan416 · 3 years

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I just want to talk about an experience I have had/am having because I think it might be a good addition to a narrative/discourse. Specifically the discourse around "fetishizing gay people" and the pushback against "straight/cis" women (or non-men) who write gay ships, and the way this is tied back to potential harm to real gay men.

I'm going to start this conversation by saying that I never bought into this argument all the way. And so I sort of thought I was immune to it. The leap between "real gay men" and "fictional characters whose sexuality is never explored in canon but fans often treat as gay" was more than I was willing to make. Fiction =/= reality and all that.

However, my experience crushing on a gay coworker has caused me to seriously question the second half of the argument as well. What is the "harm" that will come to real gay men?

Any 'harm' that comes to real gay men if you like one and he isn't into you is done by you if you expect a change in behavior or opinion from him. Having an unrequited crush on a person, or feeling romantic or sexual attraction, doesn't, by default, cause harm. It isn't wrong by default. Emotions are not controllable. The actions you take as a result of your emotions are what you have control over, and what can cause harm. So don't feel entitled to some sort of reciprocation from people (regardless of sexual orientation) and there is really no way you are causing harm.

Now, of course, you can ask me, a non-binary person who had a crush on their gay coworker, who is not interested in me: "what can you say of harm?" To which, I have a question for you:

What do you say to gay people who crush on their straight friends? Is there 'harm' there too? (This sounds kind of homophobic, doesn't it? The whole idea that a gay person might *gasp* like you is why they shouldn't be allowed in locker rooms or on sports teams or something stupid right? This is not actually a problem because again it's actions that cause harm to others, not feelings.)

What about people who crush on someone whose sexual orientation would include their gender identity, but the person just isn't interested? Is there harm there?

These situations are, essentially, equivalent. And I think it's ridiculous that either of the above scenarios would be considered harmful, without additional action from the person who is having the crush.

And no, I didn't have a crush on my coworker because he is gay. I had a crush on my coworker because he's funny and cute and smart and fun to be around and we both do similar things for fun, just like every other person I have had a crush on in my life.

But even if his gayness had been my only motivating factor, I don't think that there is harm unless I didn't respect his boundaries about it. And yes, if you are a woman, and you find yourself only crushing on gay men, you might end up getting hurt a lot. You are going to get rejected a lot. And that might hurt. But respect boundaries, like you should as a human interacting with other humans, and you're fine.

I told my coworker what was going on. He is my friend. He obviously doesn't feel anything back for me, and that's...actually a relief for a number of reasons, which are personal and not the point of this post.

But, his response was empathetic. Essentially: "I have been in your shoes." We traded stories about other people we'd crushed on over our lives whose sexual orientations didn't give us a hope in the world. We laughed, and then we moved on. Something I was struck by was that I had done this before with straight women, and I hadn't felt the same sense of shame about it then.

I don't think I hurt him. I don't think he even cares. I think he now knows why I've been acting weird and stressed out around him lately, and why I stopped inviting him over to my house. I think I now have better tools to try to move on. And I don't think that I should have bought into a bunch of strangers' discourse telling me I was a pervert for this.

Maybe I totally misunderstood the point of the argument. Maybe my depressed brain was grasping at things to hurt myself over. It certainly wouldn't be the first time. I certainly don't blame the vague concept of the internet or tumblr for the fact that I felt shame or guilt or beat myself up. Whether I felt shame or guilt from this specifically or not, my depression brain likes to attack me and would have found something to grab ahold of regardless.

But also, given the number of other people on this hellsite that seem to have similar mental health problems as me, I feel like it's entirely possible someone else has read the discourse and come to the same conclusions I did. Maybe this will help them fight back against their brain, quicker and easier than I did.

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