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not so bad ⎜j.drysdale

pairings: jamie drysdale x plus sized! reader genre: fluff warnings: mentions of injury ⎜ slight mention of body discrimination synopsis: after jamie was traded you finally made it to one of your best friends games - you didn't expect things to go so horribly. word count: 5k authors note: there are obviously a few discrepancies from the actual game when jamie got injured but this is what must happen for cute stories. (UNEDITED)

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“And please for the love of god, Trevor, don’t forget to lock the door when you leave.” You grumble as you slide out of the passenger side, scurrying around to the trunk to retrieve your suitcase - Trevor already pulling the hard cased bag from the car, placing it on the side walk for you. 

“Yeah, yeah, I think I can manage to look after your cat for a week.” He huffs, waving your off as you raise your brow at him. You had spent the last thirty minutes in the car making sure he knew how to care for your six month old kitten - despite the cat already being quite self sufficient and having an automatic feeder you wanted to make sure someone was checking on him at least once a day, hence your stressed instructions to Trevor on the drive to the airport. 

“Okay, I’m trusting you.” You say, pulling your keys out of your pocket and handing them over to the eager hockey player. 

“Me and bean are going to have so much fun.” He coos, shoving the keys into his pocket before reaching over and giving you a tight squeeze. “Make sure to tell him I’ll be watching his game.” He adds and you nod, squeezing him back before stepping onto the pathway pulling your suitcase with you as you watch Trevor pull away from the curb. 

You tug your phone from your pocket checking your flight information one last time before heading inside to check in. After Jamie had been traded almost a month ago you had been with little to no contact while he settled in to his new environment, both you and Trevor feeling the effects of your quiet best-friends absence. 

It was when you finally managed to catch Jamie between his schedules he invited you to Philadelphia to visit him, requesting your help in setting up his new apartment in the city - he luckily had managed to snag a fully furnished apartment - in his words it just needed a ‘piece of home’, so the two of you had quickly managed to book in a week for you to fly to Philadelphia. 

With Trevors reckless driving you had managed to make it to your flight with an hour to spare, taking your time at the cafe near your boarding gate to scroll mindlessly on your phone until you heard the first calls for your flight to board. With an estimated flight time of five and a half hours you were very glad for the kindle Jamie had gifted you at the last Christmas dinner. 

“I know we said we weren’t doing presents this year but I wanted to get you something I thought you’d find useful.” Jamie had whispered as he leaned over to your side as the conversation continued in the room. He placed the small wrapped gift in your lap with a nervous smile his eyebrows raised in anticipation as he waits for you to unwrap the gift. 

“I wrapped it myself.” He adds quickly, pointing out the red wrapping paper covered in Mario characters holding presents. You send him a quick smile before ripping the paper open gently - tucking the remnants into your bag to add to your keepsake box in the back of your closet - you pull out the amazon branded box looking down at the kindle now in your lap with a growing smile. 

“I know how much you love to read and my mum recommended this one.” Jamies explains before pointing to the torn box, “I already took the liberty to download some that my mum said you’d like and I put a gift card in the box so you can buy some more when you feel like it.” 

You can feel your heart beating against your chest as you look up at the sweet boy besides you, his hands fiddling in his lap as he waits for you to say something. “It’s perfect, Jamie.” You mumble, smiling at him with a short nod as you close the distance between you placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.” You add shifting back in your seat as Jamie does the same a bright red tinge on his cheeks. 

That was almost a year ago and you had filled the kindle with over a hundred books since then, somehow managing to convince Jamie to get one for himself after he had listen to your high praise for the device. 

Sliding into your seat on the plane and placing your kindle on your lap you sent a quick message to your trios group chat. 

‘Princess Peach 🍑 : on the plane about to take off - should be there around six tonight.’ 

‘Mario 🥸: I’ll be waiting’

‘Wario 👨🏻‍🦲: me and beans are excited for you to be gone.’ Trevor sends with a photo of your kitten glaring up at the man, quickly followed by another message. 

‘Wario 👨🏻‍🦲: hey who changed my name.’ 

‘Wario 👨🏻‍🦲: I’m supposed to be Luigi.’

‘ Mario 🥸 : lol.’  You chuckle at the messages before switching your phone to airplane mode and tucking it into your pocket, sliding your headphones over your ears as the flight attendants finish their spiel on safety and move to their own seats. 

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Six hours in a small seat trying to avoid making any contact with the person sitting besides you really has a way of stiffening every muscle in your body. You roll your shoulders as you wait for the others in your row to gather their belongings, deciding it best to wait for most of the flight to empty out before attempting to make your own way. 

As soon as you had turned off airplane mode on your phone, it had started dinging with messages. 

‘Wario 👨🏻‍🦲: I’m changing my name back.’

‘Wario 👨🏻‍🦲 has set the nickname to Luigi 👴🏻’

‘Luigi 👴🏻: that’s so much better.’ 

‘Mario 🥸 has set the nickname to donkey kong 🦍’ 

‘ donkey kong 🦍 : knock it off.’ 

‘ donkey kong 🦍 : @princess peach🍑 please tell him to stop bullying me’

‘Mario 🥸: she would never’ 

‘Princess Peach 🍑: I would never’  you respond quickly before deeming it time to grab your bag from the overhead storage and follow your fellow passengers off the plain, making sure to bid a quick ‘thank you’ to the flight attendants standing by the exit. Your phone dings again in your hand as you making it into the boarding area. 

‘bestfriend ❤️: I’m waiting outside your flights baggage collection - do you still have the white suitcase?’ Jamies message albeit simple gives you butterflies, the idea that after so long apart you were finally going to see him made you giddy. 

‘trevor’s bestie ❤️: yep, the one with the blue tag on the side.’  You send your reply frowning at the sudden change in nick name, Trevor must’ve have figured out your passcode again. You roll your eyes but tuck your phone back into side pocket of your leggings, pulling on the hoodie from your carry on, knowing Philadelphia this time of year was a lot colder than Anaheim. 

Jamie is easy to spot in front of the baggage carousel, his eyes focused on the passing bags as he waits for yours to slide past him. You watch him with a soft smile as he steps forwards to help a lady pull her oversized suitcase off the line before helping another lady besides her, nodding quickly as they thank him, stepping forwards once more to pull your bag off the line, placing it delicately at his side as he glances around the waiting area, pulling his phone quickly from his pocket his thumbs typing. 

‘bestfriend ❤️: I have taken your bag hostage - if you wish for it to be returned you must be in front of me in the next 60 seconds.’  Your phone dings with the arrival of the message, your feet moving quickly as you sneak up behind him, tapping his shoulder lightly once your reach him. 

“Miss me?” You question cheerfully, Jamie’s eyes widening as he turns around. 

“I didn’t think you’d actually get here this fast.” He says, placing a hand on his chest as he lets out a shaky breath, “Scared the crap out of me.” 

“Sorry.” You apologise waiting for him to move before deciding it’s best if you initiate contact. Throwing your arms over his shoulders, you pull him in for a tight hug, his arms immediately wrapping around your waist as he hoists you up, his arms pulling you in even closer as your feet dangle off the floor.

“I personally didn’t miss you at all.” You chuckle into his neck as he sways a little his own face buried into your shoulder, you can feel the grin on his lips as he gently places you down on the ground, not quite letting go of you yet. 

“I missed you so much.” He mumbled, nuzzling into your shoulder a little more before finally pulling away, his hand grabbing for your suitcase as his other hand reaches out for yours. 

“Trevor wanted me to tell you he’d be watching the game tomorrow.” You say as you take hold of Jamie’s hand, letting him lead the way out of the airport. 

“He better be.” Jamie says, “he has nothing better to do these days.” 

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The drive to Jamie’s new place from the airport takes longer than normal, as he stops around to pick up a few bits a pieces to help make your stay with him more comfortable - snacks being his highest priority. 

“I know it’s not the fanciest but its cozy and it has two bedrooms so it was perfect for friends to come visit.” Jamie warns as he parks his car in the garage under his building. You’re quick to roll your eyes at his statement, if the outside of the building was anything to go by the apartment was going to be more than ‘cozy’. 

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” You respond, undoing your seatbelt and slipping out of the car, dragging your backpack with you trying to make your way to grab your suitcase before Jamie could beat your to it. 

You’ll give him one thing, for how built he was, he could move faster then most people. Jamie grins as he pulls your suitcase from the trunk of his car, holding it in one hand the other grabbing for the grocery bags. “Too slow.” He teases as he shuts the trunk, guiding you to the elevator. 

You just watch as he gets in the moving metal box scanning his access key and pressing the tenth floor your reasonably heavy suitcase comfortable in his hand. “You know the suitcase has wheels, right?” You question. 

“Yep.” Jamie says quickly, nodding his head as he adds, “But how would I show off how strong I am, if I just wheeled it around.” His statement pulls a shocked laugh from you as the elevator stops announcing it’s arrival on the tenth floor. Jamie once again moves quickly walking to his door and pressing a few numbers into the keypad. 

“Not fancy, my ass.” You grumble as he pushes his door open, moving inside placing your suitcase by the door, and the groceries on the dining room table. 

“Welcome.” He exclaims arms out wide as he lets you take in his space. It was definitely fully furnished, the house looking like it came from a home decor magazine, but it didn’t have the comfort a home should have. Jamie had already started adding a few decorations of his own, his and Trevors ducks jerseys hanging side by side in large frames besides the living room T.V, a few photo frames with his friends and family lining the shelves besides the window. 

“This place is great, Jamie.” You exclaim, as you reach for your suitcase, lying it on the floor as you dig around for your present. “But you were right when you said it was missing something.” You continue finally grabbing hold of the rolled up fabric in your bag. 

You smile as you hand it to him watching the fabric unroll, the man looking down at the blanket in confusion. “Your mum sent me some of your old jerseys that weren’t going to any use, and Trevor asked the equipment manager if I could have some ducks ones as a parting gift.” You begun to explain, motioning to the logos from the jerseys of every team he had played on. “Most of it is made up of jerseys from your time with the ducks, and I had to buy a Philadelphia one to finish it off.” You finish motions to the orange square at the bottom of the blanket. 

“You made me a blanket?” Jamie asks quietly. 

You nod. 

“Out of all my old jerseys?” He asks again. 

You nod.

“Do you like it?” You asks slowly, watching his face for any sign of distain. Jamie glances towards you for a moment before taking off down the hallway, his feet sliding against the wooden floorboards as he enters the room at the end of the hall. 

“It’s perfect.” He yells, your feet moving to follow him. You glance around the corner into the bedroom, Jamie smoothing the blanket over his bed with one of the biggest smiles you had ever seen. “It’s perfect.” He says again. 

“Well, I’m glad you like it.” You respond, your hands clasped behind your back, “Now show me my room.” 

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“Are you sure your okay to make your own way there?” Jamie asks as he straightens out his dark grey suit, his hair freshly washed and pushed away from his forehead. Your night with Jamie had consisted of Chinese takeaway and a lot of gossip about Trevors new girlfriend - the two of you eventually falling asleep on the couch while watching ‘love is blind’ on Netflix. 

You had woken up in the guest room, unsure how Jamie had managed to move you with such ease. 

“I’ll be fine, it’s like a ten minute Uber.” You reassure, reaching out the smooth out the collar on his shirt. Jamie was heading to the rink early as most players did on game day, wanting the chance to start warming up and checking their equipment. 

“Oh before I forget.” Jamie says quickly, reaching into his practice bag pulling out a large ID hanging on a lanyard. “I grabbed you one of these so you have access to the family room if it’s too overwhelming down near the ice, it also gets you free food at the concession stands.” He says quickly handing you the lanyard. 

‘Jamie Drysdale - Friends and Family - All Access’ Printed in large letters on the front, the lanyard covered in big block letters spelling out ‘VIP’ 

“You didn’t have to Jamie, you already got me those rink side tickets.” You complain looking down at the pass again. 

“Well I didn’t have to pay for this - and it’s just in case of emergencies, I don’t want you to get stuck with security if you need something.” He explains and you nod slowly, tucking the pass close to your chest as you glance up at him. “I’ll see you after the game, okay? Meet me near the locker room.” He says softly, reaching forwards to tuck a lose piece of hair behind your ear. 

The silence is thick between the two of you - Jamie hand resting on the side of your neck as he opens his mouth to say something, closing it quickly after. He doesn’t say anything as he shoots you another grin, picking up his phone and keys by the door, quietly exiting his apartment. 

You let out a long sigh, the feeling of his hand still tingling on your skin. 

Now was probably a good time to get ready. 

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You checked your outfit one more time in the mirror - the flared leggings doing wonders to make your legs look longer and slimmer, you favourite hoodie layered under one of Jamie’s new Philadelphia jerseys - usually you wouldn’t wear a jersey to a game often feeling they made you look awkward and desperate when hanging around with your two friends, but for the first game you were watching of Jamie’s in his new team you felt it was necessary to show your support. 

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, your grab the spare set of keys Jamie had left for you, tapping on your phone to order the Uber to take you to the rink. The car arrived quickly, game days often being a easy money making day for Uber drivers, the man greeting you and confirming your destination as you slide into the backseat of his car. 

“You a Philly fan?” The drivers asks as he glances at you in the rearview mirror. 

“Not really - I’m actually from Anaheim but my friend recently moved here and I just wanted to support him.” You explain the driving nodding before asking. 

“Your boyfriend, is he a player?” 

“Oh no, we’re just friends.” You correct the driver raising an eyebrow as he turns his gaze back to the road. 

“Not many friends would fly across the country to watch a hockey game.” The driver continues, a smile breaking out on his face as you stare like a deer caught in headlights. “Must be some friendship you two have.” He adds driving the needle further into your chest as you think about your friendship. 

The crowds begin to grow as you close in on the rink, the driver giving you a kind smile as he stops outside the front entrance. “I hope you have fun at the game.” The driver says as you swing open the back door, “Tell your friend how lucky he is to have you.” He adds as you shut the door, you can see him smiling as the car pulls away from the curb, shaking your head at the friendly mans antics. 

As you make your way into the building scanning your ticket at the front door - grabbing a quick bottle of water from a concession stand before making your way to your seat just in time to see both teams fly onto the ice for warm ups. Taking your seat you smile at the two girls sitting a few seats down, pulling your phone out of you pockets to snap photos of number 9. 

‘Jamie’s not-so-bestie 😈: snapped a few photos of our special little guy.’ You send the message to Trevor rolling your eyes at yet another name change in your phone. 

A hard bang on the glass has you looking up from your phone, Jamie staring down at you with furrowed brows. “Trevor.” You mouth his head nodding, as he flicks his puck into his hand, showing it to you before throwing it over the glass, the puck easily caught in your hands. Jamie watches you as he take a few steps away from your seat, handing it over to the girls sitting a little further away. 

“He wanted me to pass this to you.” You say as you hand it to one of the girls, both letting out high pitched squeals as they glance towards your best friend. 

“Where’s your pass?” He mouths through the glass, motioning his hands around his neck, your hand tapping your bag, pulling out one corner to show him where your stored it. He nods quickly, waving a quick goodbye as he skates away, doing a few laps around the ice before stopping to stretch closer to the bench. 

“I always knew Jamie would be into bigger girls.” One of the teenagers exclaims, both looking you up and down before leaning together and whispering. “She is really pretty though.” The others replies. 

You glance down at yourself with a sigh, settling back into your seat, your arms wrapped around yourself.  The game starts soon after the flyers and penguins taking to the ice in a close game. You watch on the edge of your seat as Jamie moves quickly around the ice - occasionally taking a second to respond to one of Trevors messages. The first period ends with the penguins ahead by one - Jamie exiting the ice with slumped shoulders. 

You knew how tough on himself Jamie could be when the game wasn’t going his way - and being on a new time, you could guess the pressure he was putting on himself was multiplied. Waiting for the second period you glance down at your phone, liking a photo on your instagram before a tap on your shoulder catches your attention. 

“So, do you know him or something?” One of the girls ask as she takes a seat next to you, her friend moving to sit besides her as they both wait for your answer. 

“Or something.” You respond, looking back to your phone as it dings. 

‘bestfriend ❤️: does the game look as bad as it feels?’ You move to respond before one of the girls asks another question. 

“So are you two dating?” She says and you shrug waiting as she adds, “you just don’t seem like the type to be with a hockey player.” Her friend slaps her shoulder as they both giggle, “You can’t say that.” He friend laughs as you just roll your eyes typing quickly on your phone. 

‘trevor’s bestie ❤️: the game is tight. You’re playing great.’ You send the message to Jamie. The two girls remain besides you as the second period starts, the flyers managing a goal to tie the game, the play moving fast as the penguins manage to score a third goal with less than nine minutes left in the period. 

You try to stay positive, hockey being a game where score reversals can happen so fast, the play restarting at centre ice the puck making its way back and forth on the ice before being hit high into the air. Jamie skates his way to the red line, swatting the puck back down to the ice before taking off with it. 

He gets past one penguin making his way into the offensive zone before he gets rammed into - his body hits the ice hard, you can see his mouth open in a pain filled hiss as he rolls to his side, his right hand gripping his left shoulder. 

“Shit.” You curse, jumping up from your seat as you watch him move. Jamie makes his way onto his feet, his left arm hanging limply by his side, the boy skating quickly off the ice into the locker room. You ignore the fans cheering as the two teams go head to head in a scrum, your mind racing as you take two stairs at a time. 

‘Jamie’s real bestie 😈 is calling.’ 

“Is he okay? What the fuck was that.” Trevor yells into the phone, as you speed walk through the building. 

“I don’t know - he didn’t look okay.” You respond stopping one of the workers who’s in a Philadelphia branded shirt. “Excuse me, do you know where the locker room is?” You question, the man looking at you with confusion as you fish around in your bag, your phone still pressed to your ear as you grab hold of the VIP pass. 

“It’s his shoulder, Trev. It looked dislocated.” You say into your phone as the man walks quickly with you behind him, stopping outside a roped off area, whispering quietly to one of the security guards who slowly walks away. “I’m going to see if I can check on him.” Trevor swears a few times before making you promise to text him once you know if Jamie is okay, the two of you ending the phone call quickly as the security guard comes back. 

“We don’t let most people in the locker room.” The security guard says quickly and you nod. “Can I see your pass please.” He adds quickly, handing over the lanyard and pass as he glances over it. His eyes widen a little as he sees the players name on your pass before handing it back to you. 

“What’s your relation to the player?” The security guard asks and you hesitate. 

“His girlfriend.” You splutter out the guard nodding before holding up one of the ropes for you to slip under - he motions for you to follow behind him as he walks to the entrance of the room, holding out a hand for you to stop. 

“We have someone claiming to be Jamie’s girlfriend outside, she wants to come in.” You heard the guard say into the room, a few people mumble back words of confusion and disagreement with letting you inside. 

“Let her in.” Jamie voice cuts through, before he lets out a painful whimper, “Please.” He adds quickly. You don’t wait for permission, rounding the corner to walk into the locker room, a small gasp escaping you as you take in Jamie. His eyes are squeezed shut as the trainers work carefully to remove his pads, his shoulder clearly out of it’s socket. 

Jamie lets out another yelp as they lift his arm to unclip the chest pads, both trainers apologising as they gently place it back by his side. You take a few steps forwards, Jamie’s eyes opening at the sound of your approaching, his bright blue eyes finding yours as he reaches out his right hand. 

“Oh Jamie.” You sigh as you take his hand in yours, your other reaching out to move his hair out of his face. He lets out a long sigh as he turns his head to face your, burying it in your stomach as he lets out a long groan as the trainers rotate his arm slowly, your face scrunching in a grimace as you watch the joint slide back into place, your hand stroking gently across his hair. 

Jamie lets out a sigh of relief as the trainers drop his arm into his lap, the joint now comfortable back in the socket. “Are you okay?” You ask, Jamie just nodding his head against you, his body melting into your side as your hand moves from his hair to rub soft circles on his back. 

“Lucky for you Jamie, I think we’ve saved you a trip to the ER.” The trainer says pulling out a triangle bandage, making quick work of wrapping Jamie’s arm in a sling “Bad news is you’ll still have to go to the hospital for an X-ray to make sure everything is where it is meant to be.” The trainer adds, finishing off Jamie’s sling before turning to you. 

“Are you in a position to drive him over?” The trainer questions and you nod quickly, “We will ring ahead to try and get you two in and out as quickly a possible.” You thank the trainer, before moving Jamie’s head away from your body, crouching down in front of him. 

“Do you wanna get changed before we go?” You ask, Jamie just nodding slowly, his eyes shooting over to the equipment manager already holding a fresh set of clothes. “I’ll wait outside, okay?” You reassure pressing a quick kiss to his forehead before leaving the room. 

‘Jamie’s not-so-bestie 😈: He’s okay, left shoulder was dislocated but one of the trainers managed to get it back in, so we’re heading to the hospital to get a quick X-ray.” You send the message to Trevor, your gaze lifting from your phone as Jamie trudges out of the locker room, his arm tight in his sling, a black hoodie thrown on with a pair of sweatpants. 

“They know you’re coming, just go straight to the imaging wing and give them Jamies name.” The trainer explains, handing Jamies backpack to you with a gentle smile. He pats Jamie on the back before heading back into the room. Jamies free hand reaches out to grip yours, pulling you in the direction of the parking garage. 

“Thank you.” Jamie says quietly as you reach his car, throwing his bag in the backseat before helping him slide into the passenger side. 

“Theres no need to thank me, Jamie.” You reassure, racing around to get into the drivers seat. As soon as you’ve reversed out of the spot, Jamie’s hand finds your again, his fingers laced with yours, his thumb stroking the back of your hand softly. You glance over at him every now and then, his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw tight as the car jostles him. 

“We’ll be home before you know it.” You coos, trying to drive as smoothly as possible. 

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Jamie’s trainer was right, the trip to the hospital couldn’t have been more then an hour, the doctor giving Jamie the all clear to go home with some pain relief and instructions for strict rest, he would be in touch with the Philadelphia team to decide on a treatment plan. 

Jamie is silent as you drive the two of you back to his apartment, his hand never leaving yours as you make your way into his apartment moving him over to the couch in front of the TV. 

“I’m gonna grab you some food and water so you can take your pills.” You say quickly, but Jamie just shakes his head, his hand squeezing yours as he pulls you back to him. 

“Just stay.” He says softly, “Sit with me for a little.” He adds, his head falling to your shoulder as you take the spot besides him on the couch. Both your hands clasp his, fiddling with his fingers as his breathing slows. 

“Thank you.” He says again. 

“You really don’t have to thank me, Jamie. It’s what friends do.” You respond, the boy letting out a scoff. 

“Most friends wouldn’t fly across the country to watch a hockey game.” He sulks, the words from your Uber driver earlier ringing in your ears. 

“I guess I’m not like most friends.” You coo, a smile lighting up on Jamie’s face. 

“I guess not.” He says softly before asking, “So, are we like offical now or something?” The words making your snort as you glance down at him. 

“What are you talking about?” 

“You… Me… Us. You said you were my girlfriend.” He explains, his words gentle as he shifts his head against your shoulder, your eyes meeting. “I really want you to be my girlfriend.” He sense the way you hesitate, quickly moving to take back his statement. 

“Isn’t it obvious Jamie?” You ask, “would just a friend really fly six hours just to watch a hockey game?” 

#jamie drysdale #nhl x reader #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl fic #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale fanfic #jd6 #trevor zegras #romance #fluff #friends to lovers

[ethansluvbot]

hey!! could u write some random jack champion headcanons ? some can be what hes like general and some about what being in a relationship w him is like?? ty!!

JACK CHAMPION HEADCANNONS

warnings: none just fluff!

an: i have like 7 or 8 jack champion request so expect more pics of him! i do have school tomorrow so i should be able to post once or twice tomorrow :) this is a little shorter because i already have a head cannon post up!

before you guys began dating you were defiantly both super close. everyday you guys would either be hanging out or facetiming.

gets super shy when you bring up his movie performances. you would tell him how good he did and he would immediately blush.

jack, trinity and you have a weekly dinner/movie night. you think its adorable of how he sees her as a younger sister. you would definitely bond with trinity as soon as you met her.

he is so whipped for you. he's always thinking about you. definitely will do whatever you want him to.

he practically forces you to learn new dances for tiktok.

measures you everyday that you are his. he would never make you uncomfortable with other females around. he sticks right by your side like a human puppy dog.

HE LOVES PHYSICAL TOUCH LIKE SM

random baking moments

definitely loves going live with you. (even if you're insecure about it)

when you guys cuddle he'll put his whole weight on you. you'll be begging for air while he's passed out on top of you.

"get off," you sarcastically gasp for air pushing his shoulder. he lets out a dramatic sigh looking at you with pleading eyes.

"fine," you roll your eyes waiting for him to put his weight back on you.

hes texting you 24/7. if you are sleeping he spams your phone until you answer.

JACK: y/n wake up i miss you

JACK: Y/N Y/N Y/N

JACK: do you not love me anymore :(

*7* missed calls from jack :)

loves when you do his makeup. he also loves when you let him join in on your skincare. he's usually the one to buy all of your skincare.

his dad jokes make absolutely no sense but you pretend you understand. you let out the fakest laugh to most of them.

he loves you wearing his clothing. it makes him feel super secure and happy about it.

hes wayyyyy taller than you so he always has to lean over. he kisses your forehead very often.

your parents and him are like best friends. you always hear "where's jack?" "when is jack coming over?" "should i set a place for jack?"

you guys enjoy going to hockey/baseball games together.

you guys switch between being the little and big spoon. jack usually forces you to let him be the little spoon.

eventually, you both decide its time to adopt a cat together. even though jack already has a cat you want to have a "kid" of your own.

he lowkey takes longer to get ready than you do. even though you have to do haircare, skincare and makeup he somehow takes even longer.

he loves pda

you guys released a baby sea turtle together at the beach. jack started to cry a little bit as you laughed.

late night drives to tacobell

he has a lot of 0.5 pictures of you.

forces you to have matching outfits.

lets you buy stuff occasionally on his card.

you guys watch scream, avatar, 13 reasons why and the notebook together.

you force him to be team peeta, atlas and conrad. (im sorry if that's not your fav boys lmao)

reading together :)

traveling frequently

makes you food (he sucks at it)

#jack champion x reader #jack champion imagine #jack champion #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #ethan landry imagine #scream 6 #scream 6 imagines #avatar #atwow imagines

[bit-odd-innit]

Fic: Somewhere That’s Green

[based on a post I made about Eddie’s future]

It’s a hole in the wall just off the main drag, the kind of place you can’t find unless you know to look. In a previous life it had been a pizzeria, which explained the bright green vinyl awning Eddie had no intention of replacing. He’d kept the pick-up window, too, used it to host “office hours.” (“Office hours” was supposed to mean “deliver personalized music recommendations to interested passers-by.” Now it means “help harried, double-parked parents reschedule music lessons.”) 

He’d also kept the apartment upstairs. They have a house now—a nice one, with a wrap-around porch and a big backyard and a cluster of hedges Steve always insists are “a mess”—but when Eddie trips into an inventory hole and loses track of time, it’s nice to have a place to crash. If it’s not a school night sometimes Steve joins him, and they’ll relive the halcyon days of their early twenties, buoyed by cheap beer, diner curly fries, and giddy infatuation. (The infatuation has only grown and flourished even as his tolerance for salty food has withered. Acid reflux is a bitch.)

He’s happy they kept the apartment. He happy knowing that if someone needs it—someone scared, broke, desperate for a lifeline and a scrap of no-strings-attached kindness—it’s something he can provide. 

Initial plans had been to focus on music, just music. It was supposed to be the utopic all-metal record store of Eddie’s nightmares.  But as he started to build stock, he remembered how hard it had been to find merch for the things he liked. How a pin or a patch or poster he’d dug up at a garage sale four towns over made him feel more seen than anything on offer at the local mini-mall. How he wanted to be a hub for the weird shit not everyone liked, but the people who did loved. His horrible little magpie brain fluttered from shiny thing to shiny thing, and by the time opening day rolled around the store was a one-stop shop for all things music, merch and whatever wacky knick-knacks tickled Eddie’s fancy. Or horrified Steve. Or both. Both was best.

The Corroded Coffin guys slotted in easily. Francis always liked doing promo for their gigs, was good at it, too. But by the early 2000s, his methods were apparently so outdated his daughter begged to let her take over. (“He’s stapling fliers to telephone poles, Uncle Eddie. You don’t even have a website.”  

“What is a telephone pole covered in fliers if not the working man’s web-ed site?”

“Oh my God give me your credit card I’m buying you a domain name.”

“A what?”)

Jeff got his CPA and took over the financials, reeling Eddie in whenever he was struck by the urge to make a impulsive, outlandish purchase. (“I genuinely don’t understand how you make money.” 

“It’s cause I don’t do my taxes.”

“I do your taxes. At a great personal expense.”) 

Gareth was instrumental (heh…) in building up the music program—soundproofing the basement and hiring instructors and coordinating concerts and organizing payment plans, all the nitty-gritty non-music stuff that made Eddie’s head spin. At some point it just made the most sense for Eddie to cede control, let him operate it however he saw fit. (“This is your baby, dude. It’s a baby that took form within my own, much larger baby. But it’s yours.”

“I’m touched by your words and appalled by your phrasing.”

“That’s the only way I could have said it.”) 

(Gareth also once described the store as an “Elevated Hot Topic.” Eddie still hasn’t decided when he’s going to kick his ass.)


Momentum grew. Ideas compounded ideas. A kid asked how to sew a patch to his backpack and it snowballed into the Build Your Own Battlevest Workshop. Wayne suggested knocking out the connecting wall between the walk-in freezer and the pantry, and now thrice weekly Eddie runs table-top games for varying age-sets and skill-levels. (At Steve’s request, the elementary school group is called H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS FIRE CLUB. Not because he thinks it needs to be censored. He just thinks it’s funny.)  (He’s right.)

It was supposed to be a record store but now it’s so much more. Now there are listening parties and movie screenings and little league teams with his store’s name on the back of their jerseys and and and—

Eddie used to think, if he got lucky, he’d last a year. Now he’s closing in on 30. He was profiled by the local newspaper. They called him “a pillar of the community.”

Wild. 

It’s a warm, sunny April morning. He’s sitting at the takeout window, sipping coffee from the bottom half of a teapot-teacup combo that reads, in a menacing blood-red font, THIS FREAK DRINKS TEA. His hair is gathered in a loose braid, the ends still damp from his post-run shower. (Sometime in their mid-thirties Steve tricked him into maintaining a consistent cardio routine, and now he’s the type of person who gets out of bed at the crack of dawn to knock out an “easy three.” He’s a monster, a husk of his former self. A husk with a much-improved lung capacity and thighs that can juice a watermelon but nonetheless HUSK.) The middle school is about a half mile from the shop; he pulls faces at all the students filtering past. (Steve’s kids, current and former, refer to Eddie exclusively as Mr. Munson’s Husband. It never fails to thrill him.)

He’s leaning back to flip the record piping through the store’s speakers (“Dustin I don’t care if it’s ‘easier’ to ‘create a Spotify account,’ whatever that means. We play vinyl only! Let me be pretentious about this one thing!”) when he hears a meek, polite cough coming from just beneath the window. He peers out and on the sidewalk stands a girl. She’s small, too little to be one of Steve’s. She clutches the strap of her backpack, blue eyes huge with nerves and determination. 

“Hail and well met, weary traveler!” He’s speaking in what Steve calls his Dork Voice, the slightly tuned-down version he uses to put shy kids at ease. “How might I be of assistance?” The girl purses her lips, sets her shoulders, shakes her shaggy bangs out of her face. Eddie thinks suddenly of Nancy and Robin and his heart clenches.

“Do you like games?” She asks.

He smiles softly. Drops the act. “Yeah.” He rests his scarred cheek in the cradle of his palm. “I like games. Do you like games?”

The dam breaks.

“Yes!” She replies at once, breathless with enthusiasm. “My family plays a lot of board games, like Game of Life and Monopoly, and they’re okay but kind of boring, but my brother taught me how to play Settlers of Catan and I really liked that, and my friends and I played Werewolf at a sleepover but we made up a bunch of extra rules to make it harder, and my cousin showed me this video game where the ending changes based on what choices you make and that’s so cool—”

“Alright, slugger.” Eddie can’t help but laugh. “What game are you looking to play?”

The girl collects herself. “Okay,” she says. “Okay, so. So I like it in games where there are rules, but also you can make stuff up? And you can do something weird that might ruin everything but also might pay off? And sometimes you have to work with other people to accomplish your goal, but alliances can break?” Eddie nods. “So there’s this one game. It sounds like so much fun, but nobody I know plays it. They play it on this show I like, well, okay, it’s not really a show, it’s, uh, okay do you know what a podcast is?” Eddie beams.

Steve swapped study hall coverage so he could pop in for lunch. Tonight is parent-teacher conferences, which means Steve’ll be home late, which means Eddie will get absorbed in a project and either crash upstairs or stumble home well after Steve’s gone to bed, which means they’ve got to snatch the time together they can get. They split a sandwich, a salmon burger from Costco Eddie threw in the air fryer and smashed up with avocado and grilled poblano pepper. (”It’s heart healthy!” “You’re heart healthy.” “Aw.” “I meant that as an insult.” “I’m not taking it as one, mwah mwah mwah.”) Eddie eats too fast, as he often does, and drags his nails over the veins of Steve’s forearm to distract himself from his gastrointestinal tract turning inside out.

“🎶Myyyy babyyyy myyyyyy babyyyyyy,” he hums against the shell of Steve’s ear. “You’reeee my babyyyyy sayyyy it to meeeeee🎶.” “Alright,” he huffs, tapping his fingers to the knobby bone of Eddie’s wrist. He presses a kiss to the underside of Eddie’s jaw and rises. “I gotta get back.” He slings his messenger bag over his shoulder, gathers the papers he’d promised he’d grade but didn’t. Eddie watches him readjust, watches him smooth down the salt-and-pepper hairs dusting his temples, watches him push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He catches Eddie watching and asks, slyly, “What?”

Eddie wants to say, I love you. He wants to say, you’ve made me happier than I ever thought I could be. He wants to say, I’m so grateful I built this life with you. 

But he’s still himself, so what he says is, “Those khakis make your ass look great.”

Steve scoffs, and with a bitchy eye roll he sinks his weight onto his back foot and says, “I KNOW,” and there he is. There’s the man he married. He looks over his shoulder before he leaves, his honey-warm eyes liquifying Eddie’s spine.

“Hey,” he murmurs. “I love you too.” Eddie kisses him and kisses him and kisses him.  Pretty good life. 

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #my fanfic

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Hurt!Michael Masterlist

Blue Masquerade (ao3) - CalumSmiles (dreamforlife) michael/luke E, 85k

Summary: Michael is in love with Luke. That much is clear. Well, to Calum, Ashton and the rest of the world anyway. Luke is blissfully oblivious to the blatant signs. He gets a girlfriend. Michael tries to move on.

Spoiler: he fails.

defy the world to make you smile (ao3) - malumqt (bunwuji) michael/calum N/R, 9k

Summary: "Hey mate. Are you okay?" Calum asked with concern lacing his voice, but the boy simply shrugged. Calum pursed his lips. He wanted to stay and make sure the boy was okay, but that might be weird. Kuma seemed to have a different idea as she noticed his saddness and curled up next to him. Like she had done so many times when Calum was sad.

fire (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 1k

Summary: michael takes fire to the face for luke.

Foolishly, Completely Falling (ao3) - lrhskinnyjeans michael/luke G, 3k

Summary: Luke was grinning like an idiot, and he swore that he felt his cheek tingling in the place that Michael's lips touched his skin. He was giddy and joyous as he walked down the stairs, taking them two at a time. And yeah, Luke was gonna call Michael, because if there was anything he wanted in the world, it was to see that boy again.

or alternatively, Luke is a hockey player and he finds figure skater Michael with a sprained ankle and decides to take care of him.

Have Faith In This Fragile World (ao3) - SilentlyFighting michael/calum, luke/ashton N/R, 19k

Summary: Michael Clifford is well known in his school, not for being popular, far from it, he is the nerd. The goody-two-shoes hasn't had the best past but his peers do not know this and a couple of the football team decide that he is their next target. A mysterious group of boys make an appearance, saving him multiple times, and when Michael runs out of money to buy food, they even find ways to get him food.

The boys do not scare him that much but they certainly catch his attention. Michael learns the names of two of the boys but the leader is set to keep his identity a secret. But, when Michael has another run in with the football team and they use him as bait, will the boys identity reveal itself?

hold me down, throw me in the deep end & watch me drown (ao3) - bloodsparks (orphan_account) michael/luke M, 8k

Summary: Luke is hurting, and god knows so is Michael, but being together makes the pain a little less vivid.

I'll look after you (like I've never done before) (ao3) - anykindofgal N/R, 5k

Summary: No one had heard from Michael in a few days. No texting, no calling, no hanging out. They had their own lives and things to do, they understood that much. Only, they all stayed in touched with Michael through the power of memes. But it had been four days, to be exact, and Michael hadn't texted anyone in the group even one meme. Calum decided to text his friend, and if they hadn't heard anything back by the next morning, they were going to his place to check out what was going on.

So, the next day around noon, the three boys arrived at Michael's place.

((in which Michael gets sick and the boys need to care for him))

I'm Gonna Stick Like Glue (Because I'm Stuck On You) (ao3) - onceuponatime michael/calum N/R, 3k

Summary: Calum works in a pharmacy and Michael comes in quite a lot

In This Together (ao3) - berettajane michael/luke, calum/ashton N/R, 2k

Summary: Luke struggles with the aftermath of Michael being in a serious car accident.

Pictures I'm living through for now, trying to remember all the good times (ao3) - AWeekendInMay michael/luke M, 2k

Summary: Luke’s hands automatically went to Michael’s hair, out of habit, but he paused midway unsure of how Michael would react. But Michael grabbed Luke’s hand and pushed it toward his hair. When Luke’s hands carded through Michael’s over dyed locks, Michael let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes. “I’m so tired Lukey.”

Or where Luke and Michael try to work shit out.

Take Me Home (ao3) - saturdie michael/ashton E, 1k

Summary: After arguing with Ashton, Michael wanders around town at night. He meets some bad people and gets hurt pretty bad. This is the aftermath.

"Love you too, Ashy." The line went dead, leaving Michael alone again. The dark encased his shaking form, tears mingling with the blood on his face as he kneeled in the cold dirt. His eyes blinked shut, head beginning to burn with the pain. He would just leave them closed until Ashton got there, he decided, letting his lids drift together.

the blood in my veins is made of mistakes (ao3) - sarcasticbarnes michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 1k

Summary: Four months into the Meet You There tour, and Michael is suprised this hasn’t happened sooner.

Or, A security guard pushes Michael into the crowd during Meet You There, and a guy assualts him. Luke loses his shit.

we could work it all out (tell me where it hurts most) (ao3) - jbhmalum ot4 T, 11k

Summary: 3 times Michael takes care of his boyfriends when they need it and 1 time they take care of him.

You're My Brother (ao3) - babybluecal michael/calum T, 2k

Summary: The stinging from his own burn has already started to fade, but there is something in his body telling him something else is very wrong. He looks to his right and catches the sight of Luke, only Luke. His eyes search behind the tall blonde boy in search for black hair. A wave of panic ripples through his body at his best friend of 13 years sudden disappearance. Then suddenly the once illuminated stage goes black, which causes his body to freeze with fear as the realization that something is very wrong hits him in the gut.

Your Insecurities Make You Who You Are (ao3) - orphan_account michael/calum N/R, 3k

Summary:

“Cal?” Michael sighed out, voice sounding tired. “Yeah?” Calum asked, pressing his palms flat to the door. “Do…do you think I’m fat?” And if Calum was worried before, he was on the edge of full-on panic now. “What? No, baby, not at all.” He said, hands pressing harder against the door than before. “Luke said I was.” Michael mumbled softly.

Or the one where Michael is insecure, and Calum wants to show him how much he loves his faults.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #michael clifford #hurt!michael #hurt!michael masterlist #masterlists

[motownfiction]

beech grove

When Rosemary gets her first iTunes gift card in the fall of ‘06, Sadie sits with her at the computer. She has fifteen dollars for fifteen songs, and Sadie wants to see what she’ll do. She’s eleven, twelve in February, and she’s just beginning to develop a taste in music. Sadie’s happy for her. Excited. There’s something special about the first music you choose on your own. More special than buying your first movie ticket or reading your first book outside of school. Music’s different. She’s always known that.

Right now, Rose’s taste in music seems almost entirely dictated by what she’s heard on television. The radio just doesn’t work the same way for kids today as it did for kids then (And has Sadie ever really stopped being a kid?). When the family goes on long road trips, Sadie mandates at least one hour of radio surfing (“And you must pay attention,” she always says, and the kids abide. They know why they’re doing it.). Sometimes, they catch a few gems across the airwaves. Rose just seems to prefer the cable. Sadie knows she should be glad her daughter listens to any music at all (so many of her friends’ parents drive in wretched silence, like they prefer the sound of tires rolling across the road and hockey sticks knocking into each other in their trunks). Still, when Rosemary hits the purchase button on Hannah Montana’s “Best of Both Worlds,” Sadie can’t help but cringe a little inside.

Come on, now, she hears from a voice inside herself (that does not belong to herself, except for all the ways that it does). You remember. Pop stars are always TV stars. You used to love The Monkees. Mutual symbiosis, baby!

Sadie laughs to herself. Thankfully, Rosemary doesn’t notice.

“Are you sure you want to spend that money on Hannah Montana, babe?” she asks. “I mean … a dollar’s not cheap.”

“I like Hannah Montana, Mom,” Rosemary insists. “Ooh, I have to get ‘Suddenly I See.’”

“What’s that?”

“The song they played when the girls got voted off on So You Think You Can Dance.”

Sadie sighs. At least that’s a real song.

A real song? the voice returns to ask. Oh, Sadie Lou, I thought you were better than that. All songs are real songs. Next you’re gonna say that the only real music is Mozart.

Sadie chuckles again, a little louder this time. Rosemary still doesn’t notice. She’s just playing around on the computer, buying up TV soundtracks.

“Oh, and I wanna get ‘Boston,’” she says.

“You want to buy an entire city?” Sadie asks. “I didn’t know iTunes could do that.”

“Very funny, Mom. No, it’s a song by Augustana.”

“You say that like anyone knows who Augustana is.”

“It’s just a song. It’s good. They played it on the season finale of One Tree Hill this past year. When Brooke and Lucas dance at the wedding.”

“They played Led Zeppelin in that episode – the first time I think I’ve ever heard Led Zeppelin on a TV show, by the way – and you want some other song?”

“It’s a good song, Mom. Hear, listen to the clip.”

Rosemary types in the name and hits the little play button. Sadie sits back and tries to hear what an eleven-year-old might hear.

She said I think I’ll go to Boston / I think I’ll start a new life / I think I’ll start it over / Where no one knows my name …

Sadie sighs again. Only this time, she’s not disappointed. She also doesn’t hear what an eleven-year-old might hear. She hears what she would have heard when she was about fifteen.

“Mom?” Rosemary asks. “Are you OK?”

“What?” Sadie asks. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m great. This just … this reminds me of how I felt about Beech Grove.”

“What’s Beech Grove?”

“Not what we thought it was going to be. So, when Lucy and I were a little older than you … all our lives, really, but especially around freshman year … we wanted to run away in the wintertime. We’d always lived in cold places, but we could just never get used to it. And I was looking for places with sunshine or warmth or just the word beach in them … and I found Beech Grove. I thought it sounded marvelous.”

“So, what was wrong with it?”

“It turned out to be a small town in Indiana. Hot summers, cold winters. Same as the place we dreamt we’d be escaping.”

Rosemary laughs. Goodness, her laugh. Sadie wonders if she knows who she sounds like … who she looks like when she smiles.

“I think it was about more than the weather, though,” Sadie says. “Lucy and I … we felt like we were different. Like St. Catherine’s wasn’t the right place for us. For any of us, really. That’s why Daddy and I didn’t send you and your brothers there. I think we wanted to go some place that felt magical … because we felt magical.”

Rosemary grins, and her eyes are just like glitter. Beautiful.

“So, do you like the song?” she asks.

Sadie laughs for real this time. Rosemary notices. She laughs, too.

“Yeah,” Sadie says. “Yeah, I like the song.”

Good choice.

(part of @nosebleedclub november challenge -- day xxi!)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: sadie doyle #ch: rosemary deluca #year: 2006 #i know this one is too long BUT #i like this one

[polyamorouspunk]

Whats your favorite season? Or time in between seasons? And why?

Personally I love the change of summer to fall. It cool enough for a jacket at night, the sun is still bright in the sky, the world starts to change to beautiful oranges and yellows, its bonfire season, its also pumpkin spice season, Orion starts to stay in the sky longer and higher. Its just, such a nice season of change that blends two beautiful seasons just perfectly for me

Savvy here! Yes, I think that is the best answer!

When I lived in Connecticut, my favorite season was September-October. My birthday is on the tail end of September, school often started and then the local fairs take place right around the middle of September and, going to an Ag school, this meant that they were really just like an extra-curricular hang-out for all of us, since we all had to be there for one reason or another (personal showing of your own animals, participating running the school barn, competing in the timber sports on the schools behalf, etc.). I’ve always loved the start of school, buying new clothes, new supplies, being in the classroom, field hockey, etc. As for the fairs, I also love the FOOD! Apple pie, apple crisp, apple fritters, apple cider, fried dough, ice cream, milkshakes from our rival school’s dairy cows made fresh on site, etc. and of course holding hands with your s/o as you walk around or giggling loudly with your best friends, shopping and buying cute knick-knacks, playing those rigged fair games, going on rides… when I was a freshman we had a projector set up on the school grounds and fires in barrels and we sat on the hill and watched The Ring and it was the first date I ever went on… it was right after a field hockey game as well. And on nights when I wasn’t at field hockey practice, timber sports practice, or any OTHER practice (girl be doing like 6 extracurriculars a year) or even on nights when I was I would head over to the library to hang out with my friends for a movie night or a game night or a meeting, etc. If I was early I would hang out with my friends before whatever started. After school we actually got dropped off at the library for a while and me and someone I used to be friends with would just play cards until our parents got out of work to pick us up. Then of course HALLOWEEN! I was never into the whole pumpkin spice craze but I am now tbh.

Here, obviously, it’s much less “fall” and more like “late summer”. Less colored leaves and more appreciation for summer days where it’s warm enough to be outside and do outside things still in a tank top and shorts but not too hot I need to sit in the AC all day. I’ll be going back outside after this even though it’s cloudy. Appreciation for the flowers that still bloom through August to September to even October. It’s appreciation for the times when I don’t have seasonal depression, when my room isn’t too warm or too cold and I can actually sleep comfortably. And honestly right now it’s even looking through the Christmas sections and getting excited for spending times like Thanksgiving and Christmas with loved ones.

Same time of year but different seasons, same time of year but different memories, same time of year but different priorities.

#punk gets mail #savvy answers

[justbackgroundnoise]

Where do you buy your womens hockey cards from? I'm UK and want some

Any of the Tim Horton’s ones I have, I’ve gotten when Tim’s comes out with the packs you can buy in store every year and around where I am, there’s Tim Horton’s everywhere. The other ones come from Upper Deck Team Canada Juniors boxes because those feature team Canada women and then I also get lot from eBay! The tough thing is right now, for women’s hockey cards, the only ones that really exist are team Canada or the small set of pwhl cards from the new Tim Horton’s cards. For me, as a Canadian and team Canada fan it’s good but for fans of other countries, not so much 😅

But eBay is the best place for anyone without local access to cards!

[pricevad57]

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okay tumblr heres the deal. im a real dipshit. a real idiot. i really didnt do this on purpose. i lost my keys to the bottom of my purse for about a week and got them replaced so i have a backup set now but i ended up in the psych ward the second time this ramadan and its so hard to observe ramadan in a goddamn psych ward they want you fasting when the suns down its absolutely insane how christian this "laique" private military hospital is. the fort i have to volunteer at again. monfort. they think im a doctor or something but i have a bs degree in philosphy is what i keep telling them

either way i lost my wallet on the bus going to cash a cheque that was a refund for fucking hockey equipment. i bought a helmet, a bunch of tape, and other gear in time to get to play this winter. the sticks i bought out of pocket i had to buy sticks again lol cause i got rid of them during a move at some point along with my mothers walking stick. i cant keep all your bullshit alive mom and dad. sorry.

so basically donations from the internet are no good and i need a brave asshole in or around ottawa to offer me tissues toilet paper and a pack of smokes. i have weed and idc im the queen of france and everyone is too scared to try anything against me. its the middle of the night and id rather bug tumblr than keep texting my best friend.

sorry im like this i swear i didnt lose the wallet on purpose. theres no money on the card theres small change and the guitar pick i used to make my only lp in high school. it sucks cause i had to rush it and produce it all on my own but its lost media now afaik. idk where my hard drive in is this mess.

i dont wanna put my shit out on bandcamp because i hate the culture of asking ten bucks to download ones music. i get it its only ten bucks but this money is quite precarious around my ass and i dont care about getting tied to a wage. sorry my time is worth more than a wage or a salary and im a communist. i dont want to be the bitch asking a toonie for more eps and lps if i ever go back to the god damn studio. i dont want to be the bitch screaming about labor conditions and space jam bullshit in ottawa. this place is cursed and im like the devil or something. the aliens dont want to tie us up to our own bullshit labor contracts. im sorry the $12 million contract from the aliens is just as bullshit dont take it lmao dont offer it either bozos.

the french owe friendship and solidarity to the anishinaabe and im deeply ashamed no ones been brave eough to play the devil king or queen of france at the end times and end the occupation in palestine already. jesus fucking christ youre all assholes here stop playing jesus all of you little martyrs everywhere anyday we couldve had this.

my problem is im friends with joan of arc and anne frank and my mom is journaling my life because she thinks shes doing me and anne franks crowd a favor by being a zionist. forreal my moms a canadian idiot and i kind of hope she killed herself in shame 15 years ago because oh my god i dont want to talk to her for a couple months again fuck off mom the old regent queen of france needs to go back to bed it isnt even six in the morning the birds are singing but its dark af outside i should eat something

zior park made me cave to kpop again go check out christian and ghost sound of the summer. i miss kpop sorry i had to avoid kpop forever hi christian idiots over on the south side stop playing jesus omg youre such communists anyway wake up bozos.

im like the devil or something. im gonna play fma to get my mom back on october 3rd because i didnt forget, tumblr. i didnt forget you guys. idc if i lose an arm or a leg at this point. my brothers safe in his shell already dont go bugging alexandre. "dont call my name alejandro" means dont blast alex too and lady gaga failed that one so im blasting her. my family couldnt shut up about being work acquaintances and sharing family stories with her? sorry i have to blast my family like this theyre all assholes who wanna find out what happened to my mom anyway. and whoever else died.

and idcc lemme live my life holy shit its so structurally impossible to be myself as an autistic trans woman and the funniest bitch on the planet year after year whats my problem? im an ottawa citizen and i have to live a human life as lucifer. lucina. whatever its lucy now. i liberated hell as a child. they taught me ego death as a fucking toddler. amos daragon escaping hell as a teenager and being anxious? thats really cute that was my last airbender shit before nickelodeon caught on to something really special.

go check out amos daragon and berskerk already. and awakening. i wanna bring back pokemon. the real shadow games. fuck yugioh lol

ive got the madoka wish to end suffering in my pocket and ive had it for a long time. i cant believe we lost lauren. she was my homura. im so sorry lauren. rest in peace. please dont try to stop me its okay. ily. no shit i thought i was sayaka all along im like that. ill throw my soul gem into traffic watch me. i hate saying that line so much especially in this town its worse than inshallah. thats trudeaus dad saying hell put security on every mp during the october crisis. enjoy 2024. i hope the leafs win the cup in four years so hell can freeze over already i miss my odrs!! bring back the canal for more than a few days at a time! please?? anyone!? wake up!

#fire emblem #pokemon #montreal to madrid #lady lamb #anyone wake up!!!! #alison from orleans you devil someone go bug ali she showed me this website #this is her backyard i took over hello the internet you needed a special corner and i fucking found it tysm tumblr ily tumblr i cant lose u #ali wake up you might be the more restrained jealous wrathful bitch here but i think the war on ukraine is on you and i dude #forreal stop it with russian agent bullshit wake the fuck up and read lenin #whats the story with anastasia and the shotguns do you want me to tell it id rather ask her in person you know how it is #pokemon go to the polls? that was funny #lemme show you #pokemon go conquest #ottawa #montreal #toronto #cataraqui #idc ill make it a fan game with my friends if nintendo doesnt offer it to us anyway #watch the awakening cutscenes on youtube if you havent played awakening #im lucina wake the fuck up ali and i wished marth would get to be a chick already that was amazing thank you kyubeys at nintendo #that was alisons wish. the ukranian from my siblings school. the lesbian i was bearding with in college. yeah of course #she showed me tumblr how do you think this was gonna end anyway im not letting go of this thing and i bet neither is she #find her!! shes with the fire emblem crowd #lucina was her wish and shes a magical girl and a half this one. shes got a degree in translation now #we met learning german together at uottawa #lady lamb at lamoureux already fuck off other ali we were in arts thats the stairwell to hell #pokemon go conquest alreadyyy #from the malbaie to gaspé to winsor and thunder bay! give us pokemon already!! #(im handing out pokemon cards like no tomorrow joan of arc likes pokemon more than yugioh the king of games is back motherfuckers) #i cant wait to play the rat deck on my friends three blue eyes white quacavals or whatever the fuck the duck starter is called

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Us dancing and singing along to loud music in the kitchen while cooking. Us sitting in a car, listening to calm music and having a late night drive. Drinking coffee together at midnight. Looking at each other and immediately smiling. Searching for each others eyes in a crowded room. Resting my head on your shoulder while watching a movie and you laying your head on top of mine. Walking down the streets and you taking my hand. Me caressing and kissing your hands and face. Showering you with compliments. Dancing funny at a club and not having a care in the world. Going to the cinema and secretly looking at your beautiful face instead of the movie. Travelling to many places and creating unforgettable memories together. Having inside jokes and teasing each other. Being best friends. Going to festivals or concerts together. Asking me to slow dance at a party and me trying not to step on your feet. Baking cakes, muffins or cookies for you. Taking cute and silly pictures of each other. Buying little presents just because we thought of each other while seeing it. Saving a seat for each other at a table. Playing card games while having a picnic in a park in summer. Taking a walk at a park. Stargazing together. Placing your jacket around my shoulders when I'm cold. Going to football or ice hockey games. Being each others biggest supporters. Having an art gallery date. Giving each other pet names. Celebrating holidays together. Loving and adoring each other unconditionally.

I can imagine these moments with you. I can imagine us.

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Week 2 in Prague: From Plzen Pints to Prague Castle Panoramas

Ahoj, tady z Prahy, where my second week has oscillated between acting like a cultured tourist and a bewildered foreigner. Let’s dissect the week that has left my sleep schedule and dignity slightly tarnished.

The Plzen Episode

Our program's excursion to Plzen, a city seemingly founded on the principle that beer should flow more freely than water, was loads of fun. The day started off with everybody meeting at the train station at 8:00 AM, my usual bedtime here. We then hopped on a two hour train ride heading west toward a fun day of activities. 

PRO TIP: The PID Lítačka card is your key to the city. Public transport here is efficient, extensive, and on time—three things you’ll come to appreciate quickly. Get the card, download the app, and suddenly Prague shrinks into a very navigable collection of intriguing neighborhoods.

To begin the afternoon, our program was split into six teams and we all competed in a treasure hunt. It was themed around exploring Plzen while still competing with classmates for a prize. Highlights include 600 stairs in a spiral to get to the top of a bell tower, making skits with my team for challenges, and 20,000+ steps in my apple watch. We had lunch at an amazing restaurant and then made our way to the Brewery. The brewery tour was educational, but let's be honest, we were all just biding our time until the tasting session. I tried to look sophisticated, swirling beer in my glass, only to realize it’s not wine and I might just look slightly confused instead.

Prague Castle: A Step Workout Disguised as a Cultural Excursion

Prague Castle presented itself as a magnificent blend of history and cardio. Walking through its grounds with my friends, I couldn’t help but think that kings back then really valued their privacy, given the number of stairs they built between them and the common folk. The views were spectacular, especially at night, as the view of the Cathedral and Castle on the sunset were almost worth the leg workout. jk

PRO TIP: Embrace the Walk (and the Stairs). Prague is a city best explored on foot, but it's also a city of many levels—literally. From the vertiginous climbs to Prague Castle to the meandering streets of the Old Town, your legs will get a workout. My tip: see it as a built-in fitness regimen and a way to justify the extra Trdelník. Bringing comfortable walking shoes is a must.

Touring St. Nicholas Church was a dive into the baroque that felt like time traveling, except more ornate and with less risk of altering the space-time continuum. The opulence inside made me ponder my life choices, particularly why I wasn’t born into 18th-century nobility.

Farmers Market Misadventures

I found myself at a farmers market, a place where organic produce is sold at prices that make you reconsider whether or not you want to live here for the rest of your life. Sampling some local delicacies, I realized that ‘exotic’ sometimes translates to ‘an acquired taste’, but most times is a mouth-wateringly amazing sensation in your body. There’s a strange satisfaction in nibbling on something you can’t pronounce. I will say this too, the fruit here is AMAZING. Everytime I cross a farmers market I buy as many fruits as my bag can fit because these fruits might be the best I’ve ever had. 

PRO TIP: Prague can be as expensive or as affordable as you make it. Yes, the beer is cheaper than water (a fact not to be taken lightly), but it's the farmers markets, local eateries, and student discounts (hello, ISIC card) that will keep your bank account breathing. Learn the art of the Czech lunch menu: a multi-course meal for less than the price of a single dish at dinner.

Hockey Game Hilarity

Attending a hockey game was an immersion into a sport where I barely understood neither the rules nor the language, but the enthusiasm? That’s universal. Cheering at random intervals, I fit right in, or so I tell myself. It’s the spirit that counts, and possibly the beer. We as native Prague citizens supported Sparta Praha, and the opposing team was none other than Plzen. To cause problems however, we accidentally bought seats in the away fans’ section. Of course, we were cheering whenever Sparta Praha scored, but completely unannounced, a drunk (and overly enthusiastic) Plzen fan came and slapped my friend across the back of the head, wanting to start a fight. The whole situation ended up with us being escorted to the other side of the stadium to switch seats so that an actual fight doesn’t start. It ended up being a blessing in disguise since sitting with the home fans was so much cooler and the energy was unmatched.

PRO TIP: While the guy that smacked us was completely in the wrong and there’s no place in that for sports, we didn’t help ourselves by being annoying Americans cheering right next to them while their team is losing. Be aware of your surroundings, physically and culturally. You are not a native here, so there are many unwritten rules you might not be aware about. Be respectful and considerate, as next time, you might actually get into a fight.

Language: The Key to the City

A few Czech phrases can open doors, literally and metaphorically. Not everyone speaks English, especially outside the tourist hubs, and your effort to speak Czech is often met with smiles and, sometimes, discounts. Plus, it’s fun to see the confusion when you accidentally order a beer instead of asking for directions—not that it’s a bad thing.

Academic Balance

Studying in Prague isn’t just about the inside of a classroom. I’ve learned a cool thing living here for 2 weeks: balance your academics with cultural immersion. Attend concerts, visit museums (often free with your student ID), and explore the city’s rich history. Your education here is as much about understanding cultural context as it is about the subjects you study, and the program encourages it too. The professors here are some of the most engaging people I have ever met. Oftentimes, at Michigan I find myself droning out in a class of 200 kids, but some of the teachers here keep me so hooked that it actually makes me excited to go to class.

Week 2 Wrap-Up: Laughs, Landmarks, and Late-Night Snacks

This week, Prague has taught me the importance of historical staircases, the deceptive allure of bottomless beverages, and the universal language of sports enthusiasm. It’s been a journey of highs, lows, and everything in between—mostly highs, if we're counting steps and beer foam.

Signing off with a stomach full of chimney cakes and a heart full of memories,

Rachit Khandelwal

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Ludde Review (Steam)

For this Ludde Review, we Explore a charming winter world with Ludde and discover various exciting, challenging, and fun activities for all ages! Roll big snowballs to create a snowman, snow shovel the yard, have a snowball fight with the neighbors, ice fish, practice slapshots in hockey, rent a snowmobile or put on your skis and ski down the mountain. All of this and much more is possible in Ludde.

Ludde Review Pros:

- Nice graphics. - 5.09GB download size. - Steam achievements. - Full controller support. - Graphics settings - resolution, quality, weather effects, v-sync, brightness slider, draw distance, snow tracks, LOD, anti-aliasing, HDR, cull distant terrain, pop-in distance, fog, water reflections, fur, target FPS, and show FPS. - Two difficulties - Easy and normal. - Adventure gameplay. - A full 3D world with 360-degree camera control. - The soundtrack playlist lets you turn songs on and off. - Can Invert axis and sensitivity sliders. - Choose which controller button icons show. - Save when you want. - In the sandbox-style game world, find mini golf and slaloms, etc by completing a task beforehand. - Talk to the residents. - Very laid-back atmosphere. - The controls show on the screen as and when needed. - Coins can be found and collected. - Full map complete with create your own waypoints. - Whole set of items to collect from cameras to shovels and fishing rods etc. They are displayed like a tick list. - Puzzle elements in places. - One of the jobs is just straight up minesweeper. - Cannons can move you around for faster travel, or just use a snowmobile. - Find games like cards and jigsaws. - Play and do what you want. - Use coins to buy new items and accessories. - You can swim and dive around in the water. - Many Collectibles from golden bones to photos, posters, pine cones, and fast travel points. - You figure it all out yourself. - In your house is a set of shelves that shows off your Collectibles. - Fishing is cool, you can drill anywhere on the ice, move your lure up and down and you can buy new lures. - Big bombastic sequence when you collect a golden bone. - The map fills in as you discover items and meet people. - Your best time is shown on the events and you can replay them. - Great for kids. - It's a game where you just chill and relax with it. Ludde Review Cons: - The game just starts, with no intro, and no buildup. - Cannot rebind controls. - The song names are not correct as they show filenames. - You are left to learn it all out yourself. - Does get a bit janky in places. - You need coins to unlock fast travel points. - When finishing an event all the coins and bones just fall over the edge and you don't automatically pick them up. - A few of the puzzles are baffling with no way to figure out what to do. - Coins just respawn in the same places so you have to farm and wait on them. - No online leaderboards. - Some events and puzzles may be too much for a younger gamer. Related Post:  Vengeance of Mr. Peppermint Review (Steam) Ludde: Official website. Developer: Shellander Games Publisher: Shellander Games Store Links - Steam Read the full article

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Best Way to Store Baseball Cards: Comprehensive Guide

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Keep in mind that these baseball card holders will work to store other sports cards, too, including basketball, football, and hockey cards, along with gaming cards such as MTG and Pokemon. Be sure to read about our best Pokemon cases as well. Most card collectors learn how to store baseball cards by being introduced to baseball card sleeves — also known as plastic card sleeves or penny sleeves — right when they first start collecting. They are the most basic baseball card holders.

Plastic card sleeves are a mandatory supply if you have any baseball cards laying around, and plan to keep them in mint condition. Given they’re super cheap, flexible, and work well with other types of trading card storage cases, just decide how many you need and buy them.

Using baseball card sleeves ensures your trading cards are protected from any dust, debris, fingerprints/oils, or minor surface damage from simply moving cards around. Very Affordable: Baseball card sleeves usually come in counts of 100 per pack, and are priced just around $2.00 for a pack. A quick look on Amazon and you can see a 10-pack of 100 count (so 1,000 sleeves) for around $20. Or simply check on eBay if you just need a single pack or two for under $5.

Flexible: Baseball card sleeves are very flexible as they are made of thin plastic. It is very common to store a trading card inside of a plastic card sleeve first, and putting the sleeve inside a Top Loader as well. This prevents the card from shifting around in a Top Loader case (discussed in the section that follows below). Disadvantages Not robust: Penny sleeves are not an ideal way to protect your baseball cards. Outside of superficial baseball card protection, don’t expect to simply use penny sleeves alone when storing your cards safely.

Hard to maneuver: While penny sleeves are flexible and affordable, you can easily cause corner wear on your trading cards if you’re not careful loading and unloading cards.

Best Advice Most collectors preserve their sports cards by putting raw (ungraded) cards in a penny sleeve –> then into a top holder –> then into a team bag just for extra security. Also store them in a cool, dark, dry place (e.g. in a closet).

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Established in 2000, Triple SSS Sports Cards, located in Shelby Township, Michigan, has become one of the top dealers of vintage sports cards in the US. Triple SSS Sports Cards buys sports cards from potential sellers and adds them to its extensive inventory of hockey, football, basketball, and baseball cards for sale.

Baseball cards have been а popular collector's item since the late 19th century, and Major League Baseball (MLB) has had а long-standing association with sports cards. The recent surge in the popularity of sports cards has caught the attention of collectors and investors, driving up prices for these valuable items. MLB has recognized this trend and has taken steps to capitаlize on it by partnering with major sports card companies and creating new products to meet the demand.

MLB and the sports platform Fanatics collaborated to introduce innovations to the trading card and collectible industry. Fanatics recently acquired Topps, the incumbent card maker for MLB, and has planned significant changes to boost the excitement and value for card collectors. They aim to create the best experience possible for both fans and collectors.

Fanatics recently introduced a new initiative called MLB Debut Patches, the first-ever memorabilia made in partnership with a pro sports league specifically for inclusion on trading cards. Every MLB player making their debut in 2023 will wear the patch on their jersey, and it will subsequently be collected and sent to an authentication service after the game for verification that the player wore it. Afterward, it will be placed directly onto a rookie card and offered to fans in a Topps set.

MLB recognizes the growth of trading cards as an opportunity to attract new fans and convert casual fans into avid collectors. The success of trading cards highlights that sports fans are ready to invest in their favorite athletes and teams, a positive trend for the sports industry.

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