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youcouldmakealife · 21 days

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SOTM: Bryce/Jared, Elaine; Man of the Hour (Day, Week, Month, Year)

For the prompt: One of the articles Bryce mentions. "…like, a profile thing? How it was growing up gay in hockey, that kind of thing… A chance to establish myself as like, I am now,” Bryce says. “Kind of like — not set the record straight, exactly, but like, show I’ve matured and stuff. "

It’s the definition of a typical Vancouver day, drizzly and overcast, when I meet Bryce Marcus. He likely needs no introduction, but I will introduce him anyway: the star centre for the Vancouver Canucks who went from being the enemy while playing for the arch-rival Calgary Flames to becoming possibly the most beloved man in the city: certainly if you you asked the fans streaming out of Rogers Arena after watching the Canucks win the Cup for the third time, or the hundreds of thousands of lining Burrard to cheer on their Canucks at the Stanley Cup Parade on a beautiful sunny day this June.

The weather is anything but glamourous today, however, and at the Marcus Matheson household, the surroundings aren’t either.

Jared Matheson, husband and teammate of Bryce, apologizes as I step over a box in their hallway. “We’re kind of in the middle of a move right now.”

They’re trading their two-bedroom condo for something ‘a little more permanent’. Both have decided that wherever their NHL careers may take them, Vancouver is going to remain home, and they’ve just closed on a house nearby.

“Bryce is weirdly excited about getting to mow the lawn,” Jared tells me as we wait for Bryce to finish getting ready. In light of the hyper-competitive Vancouver real estate market it’s entirely understandable to be excited about lawncare — it means you have a lawn to care for — but one wouldn’t have expected that to extend even to Vancouver’s sports stars.

When Bryce emerges, five minutes after my arrival, he announces himself by swearing as he trips over a box of his own, and then apologising, both for his language and his tardiness.

“He was doing his hair,” Jared says.

“I was not,” Bryce scowls, but doesn’t offer an alternative explanation.

After a quick tour of their condo, which is currently half in boxes, Bryce and I hop into his Audi S8 — naturally courtesy Capilano Audi, whose ads featuring him are inescapable during Canucks games. We drive to Richmond so he can show me his old haunts: elementary, middle, and high school — though he finished high school in Washington while playing for the Spokane Chiefs — his home rink, the Dairy Queen his mother took him after hockey games. He’s a capable, if slightly aggressive driver. I mention this because from the dire warning I received from Jared on the way out the door I genuinely believed I might not survive the drive.

Bryce finally pulls into the driveway of an unassuming but cheerful house on a quiet suburban street. The morning drizzle has faded, and the weather is now just as bright and warm as his childhood home, and the mother who raised him there. Already waiting for us on the porch, his mother Elaine Marcus offers me a glass of lemonade. “Store bought, I’m afraid,” she says with a smile. “I’m not much of homemaker.”

Over lemonade and cookies — “Also store bought,” Elaine admits, “but this bakery is very good!”, and she’s right about that — she shows me an array of childhood and teenage photos while Bryce complains to his mother that she’s ‘embarrassing’ him.

The photos are more inspiring than embarrassing: photo after photo of a beaming little boy in an equally small Canucks jersey, proudly brandishing a plastic mini-stick (Canucks branded, of course). A true example of someone who grew up to live his childhood dream.

Sadly, as he gets a older the smile disappears, as does the man beaming in the background of so many of those happy photos. His father, Ben Marcus, was killed by an impaired driver at the age of 32. It devastated Elaine and Bryce, who was only four at the time.

“It was hard,” Elaine says. “He didn’t understand. I didn’t understand, when it came down to it. It was a hard time. He wanted to play hockey all the time, it was the only thing he wanted. He was really only happy on the ice.”

“I just wanted him to be happy,” she says, smiling tearfully, and as Bryce wraps a protective arm around his mother's shoulders, I offer to give them a moment.

“It was a long time ago,” Elaine says in dismissal, wiping her eyes. “It’s just hard sometimes. Ben loved hockey, loved watching the Canucks with Bryce — he’d have been so proud to see Bryce lift the Cup for them. I am too, of course, but it was always Ben and Bryce’s thing. He would have been so proud.”

I do give them a moment then, and when I return, my lemonade has been refilled and both are all smiles once again, though Bryce's doesn't last. He cringes as we go through photos of his teen years. There’s a sullen look on his face in every picture.

And what was Bryce like as a teenager?

"I'll let him answer that," Elaine says diplomatically.

“I don’t really know,” Bryce says, looking thoughtful. “Angry, I guess. I was an angry kid. And confused.”

About his sexuality?

“Everything was confusing,” Bryce says. “But yeah, definitely that too.”

“Bryce cared so much,” Elaine says. “About everything. He still does. The world’s hardest on the people who care most about it.”

Like so many hockey players who’ve come out since Dan Riley and Marc Lapointe did in 2010, he credits their coming out as a major influence on his journey of coming to terms with his identity as both a gay man and a pro hockey player.

“You don’t really put it together,” Bryce says. He turned sixteen the summer the Leafs won the Stanley Cup, and Riley and Lapointe subsequently came out. “Like, okay, sure, you can be gay and play hockey. Except nobody thought that. I didn’t think that. If you said that, maybe I’d say okay, but I didn’t believe it.”

How, then, did he reconcile being gay and playing hockey?

“That's the thing,” Bryce says. “I didn’t, you know? I was playing hockey, so obviously I wasn’t, right? Because if I was gay, then I wouldn’t be playing, would I?”

“It sounds so ridiculous saying it now,” he reflects. “But that’s what I thought. And I wasn’t the only one.”

But even more than Riley and Lapointe blazing a trail before him, he credits meeting his husband Jared at a hockey skills camp in Calgary. In the year before he met Jared, then twenty year old Bryce was arrested twice, for assault and DWI: the latter in particular shook his mother, considering how his father died.

"I was worried about him," she says. "That's probably an understatement."

“I don’t know where I’d be if I hadn't met Jared,” Bryce says. “I genuinely don’t. I don’t think I’d be out. I know I wouldn’t be happy. You know, everyone says it isn’t like in the movies. Falling in love, I mean. That love at first sight and all that is b******t. But that’s pretty much what it was for me.”

Was it mutual?

Bryce laughs. “You’d have to ask Jared, he tells it better than me,” he says. “But no, not really. I wasn't good enough for him. I'm still not good enough for him, but I try to be."

Another warning I’d received from his husband before my tour around town? That Bryce was an incurable romantic. This warning certainly seems more warranted than the one about Bryce’s driving.

And what does Bryce think about Jared’s warning, and his additional suggestion to take anything Bryce said about him with a healthy grain of salt?

“[Jared]’s just modest,” Bryce says.

“He lights up when Jared’s around,” Elaine says. “It’s just like when he was a little boy — every time he stepped onto the ice, he beamed. It’s the same thing with Jared. He’s so happy. It’s so wonderful to see him like that.”

And how was it, not only getting to play with his husband, but to raise the Stanley Cup together?

“It’s a dream come true,” Bryce says. “Really. I know that’s such a cliche, but so is love at first sight, right? And the hometown boy winning it all for his childhood team. They’re all cliches. But they’re my life.”

“I know just how lucky I am,” Bryce says. “Winning with Jared, with this team — it’s been such a whirlwind of a year.”

I tell him to enjoy it.

“I do,” he says, smiling so widely I have no doubt he’s telling the truth. “I really, really do.”

#SOTM #fic snippet #bryce marcus #jared matheson #elaine marcus

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charseraph · 1 year

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A spoof on aliens-on-a-spaceship.

Here, a tower raised in space.

There, the crown it was raised alongside. Since towers are named after their hub location, and There is not rooted in place, Here named them relative to itself.

Cook, a scientist boxkite.

Strength of Ten Men, an onboard AI and Cook’s partner.

Tom, a human electrician and mentor to Lindsay.

Lindsay, a young trumpet attending via virtual reality.

Crowns do not have wet scleras. The ‘white’ of their eyes are cuticles just as susceptible to pigmentation as the rest of their skin, and surround a dark rectangular pupil covered by a hardy cornea.

A baby tower is the size of a 2-liter bottle.

#speculative biology #my art #towers #crowns #boxkites #trumpets #uss comfort #sophont ai #Here #There #Cook #SOTM #Tom #Lindsay

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clonehavensotm · 5 months

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Cody Bingo

Hey all! As a way to celebrate 2/2/24 a.k.a. Cody Day, we've created a bingo card for all your Cody wishes!

If you'd like to participate, you can generate a card here. And here's a preview of some of our prompts:

Anyone is welcome to use these bingo cards and you're free to tag us for a reblog if you post something here on tumblr. If you post on AO3 you're welcome to add your works to this collection that one of our mods made!

@swfandomevents

#commander cody #cody star wars #cody #star wars the clone wars #tcw #clone haven sotm #sw tcw #star wars tcw #clone wars

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clovermousee · 9 days

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finally made character sheets for my silly batim rewrite

#especially after sotm im hardcore ignoring canon atp #saw their doomed yaoi potential and fullsent it #batim #batim au #batdr #batdr au #bendy: the cage #sammy lawrence #henry stein #senry #henry x sammy #sammy x henry #still need to think of a name for this au 😭

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reanimationstation · 10 days

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drew these last night, Riley i love you so so much

#victors art #bendy secrets of the machine #riley wells #bendy sotm #bendy and the ink machine

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july-19th-club · 1 year

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oh yes and "servant of two masters" the episode she's got It All™: slapstick. whump. frantic searches long past when everyone else has given a loved one up for dead. Camping Wounded In The Woods. assassination goofs. chains and bondage! katie mcgrath. murder. mayhem. old man makeup. pratfalls. disappointing replacements. angel coulby! enough hurt/comfort to shake a stick at and also not nearly enough at the same exact time

#the first fifteen minutes of sotm: showcases the emotional growth of the characters and how far they'd really go for each other;#dangerous situations that bring out the love and care suffusing everything they do (even when they're actively pretending otherwise)#the last half hour of sotm: showcases the cast's ability to behave like stooges as hard as humanely possible #merlin #q #all merlin episodes have angel coulby of course but i always feel the need to make a note of it

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sopeiism · 11 months

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“SPEED OF THE MOMENT.” : SONG MINGI !

⠀IN WHICH .. mingi notices who he thought was a close friend, flirting with his girl; the jealous man feels obligated to remind the woman exactly why she is known as “his girl” within the lot.

⠀GENRE .. racer!mingi xx dominant!reader. established relationship. smut. drabble (1.9k).

⠀CONTENTS .. mdni. nsfw. no plot/plotless. unprotected sex. manhandling. jealous sex. overstimulation. riding. malebottom. femdom.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“OH, C’MON, Min. No es gran cosaaa. He was harmless, nothing was gonna happen.” ( It’s not a big deal ) The fairly tall woman bleated childishly, pouting whilst her boyfriend tugged her along the graveled pavement.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She’d be lying to herself if she said she didn’t find his demeanors at least a tiny bit attractive. The way he huffed and clenched his jaw tightly, the veins in his forehead protruding out prominently. How his grip on her was almost lethal, [Y/N] tripping over her own feet every few steps.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The entire interaction had a giddy feeling churning inside the woman’s stomach. She absolutely loved it when he got jealous, which was quite often. She genuinely had no idea Yunho was flirting with her, the woman unbeknownst to the man’s true feelings.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She was stubborn and headstrong; yet, could be painfully oblivious at times.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀A slight yelp tumbled from her lips when she felt Mingi shove her into the passenger seat of the car, the woman’s eyes widening at the realization of her surroundings. She vaguely flinched when he slammed the door behind her, rolling her eyes at his dramatics.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Mingi strutted his way over to the opposite side of the car and slid into the driver seat, equally slamming his door behind himself. Once more rolling her eyes, [Y/N] watched whilst the man trudged his foot onto the brake and inserted his keys into the ignition; the car’s engine roaring boisterously just after.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Before he could further his childish actions of retaliation, the woman firmly placed her hand upon Minho’s that was tightly gripping the gear stick. She then gently took hold of his chin and made him face her, his eyes avoiding all and any sort of contact.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Huffing and rolling her eyes yet again, [Y/N] sat up in her seat prior to leaning over the middle console. She brought her own face only meters from Mingi’s, knowing that their close proximity had his heart racing faster than it was previously.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[Y/N] knew the man like the back of her palm, he was easier to read than a novel. An open book, if you will.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Papito, look at me.. Ay, coño, look.. at.. me, por favor” the woman murmured, her tone naturally raspy, with her tongue rolling anytime she spoke her native language.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It took Mingi a moment before he complied with his girlfriend, narrowing his irritation-filled eyes at [Y/N] who gave him a conceited expression in return. Smacking his lips, the man shifted in his seat to keep his cool contained.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“I promise you nothing happened, okay? I’m yours. All yours.” [Y/N] had to remind Mingi, making sure to hold as much eye contact as she could before her head exploded.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Didn’t seem like it..” Mingi argued, his voice low whilst he turned his head to the side.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He reminisced in the sounds of the engine rumbling below his feet while [Y/N] stared at him with her mouth hung open ajar. She was in utter disbelief at the man’s words.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Y’know if I really wanted to I could’ve just left with Yunho the first hundred times he asked me earli-” just before she could finish her tangent, Mingi’s anger had grown thin; abruptly grabbing her wrist of the had that was placed on his chin, pulling the woman closer and latching his opposite hand onto the side of her neck.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His lips did likewise, pressing firmly onto the stun-ridden [Y/N]’s who was far too lost in thought to notice the fact her once jealous boyfriend had suddenly kissed her. The second she took note of his actions, a sly grin curved on her face and she graciously kissed her lover back.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She slipped her hand from atop his that rested on the gear stick, gliding her fingers through the back of his silky hair and entwining them within it. Her other hand had still been in Mingi’s stern grasp, [Y/N] entirely uninterested in freeing it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Their lips intimately moved in sync with one another, Mingi’s hostile environment becoming smaller the more he made out with the woman of his dreams. He knew good and well he couldn’t stay mad at her forever, it was physically impossible for him when all he ever craved 24/7 was her simple touch.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The deeper the kiss became, the closer [Y/N] was to crawling onto his lap. When she alas did so, she could feel the bulging erection of Mingi’s dick pressing into her thigh. The pressure had [Y/N] chuckling to herself, a flushed out expression coating Mingi’s in response.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Well, isn’t someone excited” the woman taunted, pulling from the kiss and peering down at Mingi with her bottom lip pulled between her silver grin.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The needy man simply just allowed his hands to ravage her lower body, from gripping her ass to clawing at her waist. He needed her, and now. He didn’t care if there was a possibility that people could see them.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀If anything he wanted them to. More importantly, he wanted Yunho to. He wanted him to see [Y/N] ride him diligently; seeing just how much of his girl the woman was.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Wasting no time in ridding of his girlfriends clothes, Mingi aided her in pulling her jeans down to her ankle, hooking the front of her underwear with his index finger and snapping the fabric in two. Giggling at how needy he was being, [Y/N] allowed her desperate man to take some control before she palmed his dick and caused him to halt his actions entirely.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“It’s my turn, gran chico.” ( big boy ) the woman murmured into Mingi’s ear, her hands resting along his shoulders whilst she aligned herself above his tip.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She was well aware that anyone could walk towards his car and see them, but if Mingi didn’t care then neither did she.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀With just the tip of his length grazing between her slick folds, Mingi was letting harsh breaths exert his lips with every passing second. He was going to go insane if he couldn’t feel her insides wrap tightly around his dick. He had to have her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Every inch, every millisecond, every moment that passed had him gripping her hips tighter and tighter. Yet, he knew to be patient or it would be one hell of a tease from [Y/N]. The most he could do was bite his tongue and watch as how she smoothly slid down his thick, veiny length.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Every movement the woman made, whines of pure ecstasy dripped off Mingi’s tongue like a panting dog. He could feel himself stretching her out while amidst grinding against her walls. The more she adjusted to it, the easier it was for [Y/N] to alas sit herself on him completely.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Their moans began to intertwine once she did so, [Y/N] taking a moment to herself before she started grinding her hips against Mingi’s. Every time she raised herself off him, his veins dragged along her clenched walls, her juices trickling down the sides of his dick.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “F-Fuck- baby. Please move f-faster- please!” Mingi finally snapped, his nails delving into the woman’s skin from his patience growing ungodly thin.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Abiding by her man’s wish, [Y/N] gladly picked up her pace, bouncing herself on his length with her hands resting on either side of his neck.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She continued to rock her hips against his own, her hands resting on either side of his neck with her thumbs wiping away the tears that rolled down his precious face.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His cheeks were heated, [Y/N] could feel it against her palms aside from the fact that it was visible on his skin. Anytime he dared to open his eyes she could see the coax of tears that covered them, a smirk dragging against her plump lips from the view.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The way his throbbing dick felt dragging against her walls had the woman craving for more of Mingi, the thought causing her to tug her bottom lip between her teeth all the while she slowly sped up the pace of her hip movement.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She towered over Mingi completely, the fairly large man resting his chin against [Y/N]’s chest whilst he stared up at her through his half-lidded eyes, her hands cupping his cheeks before she leaned down to place her lips onto his.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The way she slowly moved her lips against his, gradually grinding her hips as well had Mingi a whimpering mess beneath her, the man practically begging her to pick up the pace.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The sight of her beloved boyfriend crying beneath her sent a sort of electric feeling all throughout her body, as if she were enlightened by the fact that she were the reason he was a sobbing mess of pure bliss.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Qué pasa, cariño?” ( what’s wrong, darling? ) she murmured just after pulling away from her needy boyfriend, teasing the man by dropping herself onto the base of his length right as she spoke, watching his eyes roll back and a moan linger from his mouth.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀All the while she questioned Takemichi, she dragged her calloused fingers down his cheek, all the way to his jawline prior to trailing her index finger along it. [Y/N]’s voice was like music to Mingi’s ears, the man melting beneath her from the accent that weaved into her words, and the way her raspy voice cooed in his ear.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The man didn’t care if he was jealous or not, he’d let [Y/N] ride him until morning if he could. Which, he has done before.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His mind was entirely clouded with lust and desire, wanting [Y/N] and only [Y/N] at the moment. He couldn’t think of anything else aside from how her walls felt clenching around his length. The way they dragged against his sides, his tip continuously prodding at her cervix. Her movements alone had the both of them in a state of genuine pleasure, [Y/N] being able to handle it a bit better than her disaster of a boyfriend who couldn’t help but praise everything she did.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Her movements were swift, curling her hips against Mingi’s dick with ease as the man could feel himself nearing his orgasm.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Let me cum, please baby” the man cried against [Y/N]’s lips, the woman instantly pulling away from his face while one of her hands went to his throat, lightly gripping it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“As you wish, mi amor” ( my love ) she cooed darkly, a vague smirk curling at her lips while she made him look up at her, all the while she sped up her pace.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She enjoyed the view of her boyfriend completely crumbling beneath her, his mouth hanging open due to the feeling of her ass bouncing all over his dick, wet sounds soon filling the silence in the car since she picked up the pace heavily.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Seeing Mingi’s mouth open allowed the woman to stick her index and middle fingers into it, the man choking against them when he felt her press the pad of them onto his tongue. Tears slowly slid down his cheeks from the endurance, nothing but pure pleasure coursing through his body as his final orgasm slowly consumed him entirely.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀As his liquids shot into [Y/N] alas, she watched as his eyes rolled back, groans and whimpers choking around her fingers from the man as she continued to bounce on him throughout his climax, delighted by how he squirmed beneath her.

#♱ SOTM. song mingi #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez mingi #song mingi #mingi song #mingi x y/n #mingi scenarios #mingi x reader #mingi imagines #mingi fanfic #mingi drabble #kpop smut #kpop

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legendofthe3divas · 10 months

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If I had to dedicate one song that just represents Perrie it would most definitely be shout out to my ex. She’s so cute in it, she vibes with it so much and it’s just her song!

#hope that makes sense lol #littlemix #jade x leigh anne x perrie #little mix #perrie edwards #sotme #shout out to my ex #shout out #2016 #perrie louise edwards #perries bday

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wearingaberetinparis · 2 years

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Just read SOTME and KUBME for the first time (binge read in one day) and I absolutely love them! Just wanted my theory for their eventual wedding day, where Sirius insists that he invite his friends and downright refuses to go unless Jily allow them and their children to come, a toddler Harry makes immediate besties with Ron and Neville and is enraptured by baby Ginny. #allthefluff

Oh, I am so happy that you are enjoying my SOTME universe! This truly makes my night. Thank you so, so much! Also: definitely enjoying your theory! Having said that, who knows... maybe Sirius' friends will meet or at least see/talk to Jily sooner rather than later.

#sotme #kubme #shout out to my ex series #jily fic #james potter #lily evans #jily fanfiction

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angelofthepage · 16 days

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Bendy: Secrets of the Machine Comes out on April 14th, 2024

And according to the Steam page, that's 4 days away (as of the time of this post). We don't know what hour it's coming out on this coming Sunday, but regardless, a lot of people are really excited for it! And with a new Bendy release comes my PSA on spoilers.

Please tag your spoilers.

Or, if you plan on not tagging your spoilers, please give your followers a head up so they can self curate as needed. I don't need to say this for my sake, but because I know it might help someone else: there is absolutely no shame in unfollowing someone temporarily or permanently if they are posting things you don't want to see. They don't even have to be 'problematic', you can say to yourself "I don't vibe with this" or "I don't want to see this right now" and leave. There's often the option to come back later if you change your mind! I will not be offended if you decide to step away from any of my accounts because of how I engage with fandom, I'd much rather you make your fandom experience fun and healthy for you.

This is a good time to go mute/block tags related to this game if you want to go into it blind/impression-less like I am. As per usual, look to the tags of this post to see what I'll be using to keep my spoilers contained. My personal policy regarding this game? Please do not send me asks or messages about it. I want to go in completely blind and experience it for myself, and I don't want anyone else's impressions or opinions until I have gotten through it and had time to process. When I am ready to talk about it, I will tell you very clearly. If you spoil me on any part of this game, you will be blocked.

I hope you all have a great time with Secrets of the Machine! Can't wait to discuss when we're all ready to come together afterwards.

#bendy spoilers #bendy secrets of the machine #bendy secrets of the machine spoilers #bendy sotm #bendy sotm spoilers #sotm #sotm spoilers #secrets of the machine #secrets of the machine spoilers #been talking with a friend about potentially streaming this game the day after it comes out #I make no promises given I have no idea how my computer is going to run it especially with streaming #but this is especially why I want no spoilers or impressions this time #not that I need an extra reason to not want to be spoiled #but there is one this time around #thanks for understanding

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mamawasatesttube · 2 months

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man. you know, i clean forgot about it, but now that i'm thinkin about it again, i think one major reason i haven't written much queerplatonic konbart is that i did do that in sotm, but people like. don't read author's notes i guess. it wasn't a TON, but there were enough commenters that were like "omg, this kind of reads like youre going for the ot3" that it got grating on me like. hey. hey listen. hey. not every intimate and committed relationship needs to be romantic. do you understand me. ive said so many times i write bart as aroace, and his and kon's relationship is deeply committed and very affectionate without the romance. augh.

which i mean... i have nothing against romantic konbart like i do enjoy that too!! but my favorite flavor is aroace bart + queerplatonic relationship. and i kinda like,,,, idk. idk. my arospec ass is just preemptively tired of having to explain that over and over again if i ever start writing them more often. 😔😔😔

#rimi talks #like in the kon&clark fic i just posted #yeah the tim and kon relationship is the romo one #but its literally no more important than the konbart. like barts the one who gets to cuddle with kon. tim gets to sit by his feet #but i just... didnt emphasize it bc i remember when i DID emphasize it in sotm people got annoying abt the romo ot3 #LIKE. romo all 3 of them is fine. i think its cute! but its not what i was writing and its not what im gonna be writing 😔😔😔#oh well. i'll probably still write some qp konbart at some point. and then waffle about actually posting it #i think abt them often i just. dont WRite much abt them. and i just realized that the arospec Tiredness is probably why fhjdks #so yeah theres my revelation of the night i guess !

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youcouldmakealife · 2 months

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SOTM: Vinny/Tony, Fourniers; one-trick pony

For the prompt: Dying for a Vinny/Anton update!

Thomas never had time for hobbies, not really. As a child, maybe, but the first time he volunteered to play goalie in house league he knew that was what he wanted to do.

He doesn't mean in a ‘with his life’ sort of way, though it was that too. More like every time he wasn’t actually on the ice, in the net, he thinking about it, practicing skills for it, working on his reflexes, his flexibility. Doing a hundred jumping jacks a day after a teammate’s older sibling told him it’d make him taller. He kept it up even after his coach told him that wasn’t how height worked, just in case he was wrong. Anything to get better.

It’s not that Thomas slacked on the rest of his life or anything — when he was at school he was at school, and when he was with friends, he was with friends, though he did make Meg shoot on him more than he probably should have, and when he was camping with his dad, he was in the wilderness.

But he never had enough ice time to satisfy him, never had enough teammates putting shots on him, never had enough time one-on-one with the Sudbury Wolves goalie coach that gave him some sessions as a favour because he was his teammate Zack’s uncle. Because Zack told him that Thomas had ‘it’.

And if Thomas didn’t have ‘it’ before those sessions, he did after, that edge that nobody else his age had. Advice on his blocker hand, sure, but more important things: on eating a clean diet. On prioritizing mobility above everything else. On what he could play through, and what he couldn’t, and if he didn’t know, to take that time just to be safe. That his mental toughness was as important as his physical toughness, and then some.

He had teammates who would sneak time during the long drives to games in the surrounding towns, entertained by Game Boys, books, Pokémon cards, but Thomas had a bad case of motion sickness he didn’t manage to shake until he was in Juniors, and spent so much time on a bus it started to feel stranger not being in motion. Besides, he was already thinking about the game ahead.

But lack of practice or not, Thomas probably should not be doing worse than two fifth graders at Pictionary. Right after he was worse than them at Just Dance — ‘Uncle Vinny, you’re supposed to be an athlete’ was said, and his feelings are still a little hurt. Also worse at baking cookies, apparently, though all three efforts tasted pretty good to him.

“Can’t you do anything other than hockey?” Vanessa said, so offhand he knew it wasn’t meant to sting, but, of course, it stung anyway.

Thomas doesn’t know how to explain being so focused on one thing impoverishes everything else, and he definitely doesn’t know how to do it in an age appropriate way. It’s good, he thinks, that they don’t understand — at their age he’d already started cutting away parts of himself that didn’t, couldn’t fit. He couldn’t join any of the after school clubs, or play any other sport above house league level. No sleepovers, except with teammates, because he had practice first thing on weekend mornings. At a certain point it was just hockey. It had to be.

Vanessa and Olivia can be anything they want to be. Maybe not literally — there was a point he remembers Olivia wanted to be a mermaid, and he doesn’t know how achievable that goal is, though he does know if he ever brings it up Olivia will furiously deny that ever happened and then refuse to speak to him for the rest of the day.

But they have Fourns and Chloe as parents, two of the most supportive people Thomas has ever met, and Fourns had a long, successful NHL career, so money isn’t a barrier either. They can try everything, do what they’re good at, what they enjoy, what they love. Which is dancing to Rihanna, baking cookies, and hurting a poor goalie’s feelings.

That night, Thomas brings his batch of cookies home with him, because the girls didn’t want them, and eats three standing right at the kitchen island. They’re perfectly good cookies. He doesn’t know what they’re talking about.

Anton comes downstairs when Thomas is on cookie three, hair damp from the shower.

“Good day?” he asks, then says, “Cookies,” before Thomas can actually answer him, shoving one into his mouth.

“Good cookie,” Anton says, through a mouthful of crumbs, squeezing Thomas’ shoulder on his way to the fridge. He doesn’t even notice Thomas beaming at him, too busy investigating, probably because last time Thomas went to the Fourniers he brought back half a cake and two pizzas. The Fourniers don’t do leftovers.

Thomas doesn’t know if Anton would have even played hockey if he wasn’t Vladimir Petrov’s son. It’s not exactly something that could ever be tested. Anton’s been surrounded by hockey his whole life: he literally sat in the Stanley Cup before he ever got a pair of skates. Hockey wasn’t just an option, it was the option.

Anton loves it, Thomas knows that — he wouldn’t have gotten this far if he didn’t genuinely love hockey. Wouldn’t put up with hearing ‘as the son of the legendary Vladimir Petrov…’ if he didn’t love it, or the teammates he calls immature idiots, like he didn’t get into an elbow-off with Thomas over who got the last pancake just last week.

He definitely wouldn’t put up with the media if he could avoid it, and he likes meeting fans more than he pretends he does, especially when they’re kids, but he likes his privacy more, and nobody gets much of that in Montreal, not if they’re playing for the Habs.

Even Thomas finds it a little overwhelming at times, and he not only gets recognised less than Anton does, he loves meeting fans. It makes it feel real to him, when sometimes the practice-game-flight-repeat lulls him into taking it all for granted. There’s only so much time left before it’s all over, and Thomas doesn’t want to waste it.

He’ll probably need hobbies in retirement. Scratch probably: Thomas gets bored when they go three days between games.

And retirement isn’t that far away, he knows — every contract he’s depending on the Habs still wanting him. The minute they don’t, his choice is going to be retiring or going somewhere else, leaving behind his city, his team. Tony, who’d probably take it pretty personally. And that’s if Thomas could even bring himself to do it. He doesn’t think he could. But without hockey, he doesn’t know where that leaves him. Here, he guesses. Making subpar cookies.

“How were the monsters?” Anton says.

“They said my cookies sucked,” Thomas says.

“What?” Anton says, immediately outraged on Thomas’ behalf. “They’re good cookies!”

“I thought so!” Thomas says.

Anton grabs a second cookie, taking a big bite out of it.

“Good cookie!” he says through another mouthful of crumbs. Thomas doesn’t plaster himself against him right then just because he’s afraid the cookie might choke him. He waits for him to swallow.

#fic snippet #thomas vincent #anton petrov #vanessa fournier #olivia fournier #SOTM

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