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closetgremlin · 1 year

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#wtf did I use uhh #Miro talks #Miro speaks

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andreisvechnikov · 2 months

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Miro secret baby…Sepe secret engagement…these Finns said “you are NOT entitled to our business you’ll find out through our reporters later” okay kings I respect it

#sebastian aho #miro heiskanen #Svech talks #very big congrats to Miro and his wife!!!

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0hmanit · 1 month

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When you think about it the memory crypts by concept alone are like a graveyard, and the cabinet beasts are like some kind of tombstones. Lifeless tissues manipulated to contain the memories and experiences of beings far gone, in ways that we are unable to fathom. Well the last time I checked graveyards didn't have giant scissor birds protecting large plant like beings with the qualia of the deceased, stuck in cabinets. But there is still a comparison to make, like graveyards the memory crypts are a grim and dark mark on the world, a constant reminder that even the cycle is not eternal, since the ones once roamed the world found a way to depart from it, leaving stories and memories never to be experienced again, inserted into bio-engineered tissues purposed to this and this alone. Perhaps the cabinet beasts vividly dream of it, the same life over and over again, but I highly doubt it. They are like the physical bodies of those who ascended in a poetic way, since while ascending there isn't a body left behind, but their earthly possessions are. Maybe it was their way to store memories of specific individuals, knowing well after ascending that only their superstructures and the leftovers of their civilization will be left, a general look on their culture and accomplishments as a civilization but not enough detailed about their day to day lives. So they left physical traces that are even not part of their own, with the memories of faceless individuals, in hope to bring their memories to rest but not entirely forgotten, placed in grey boxes scattered around, like tombstones. Buried under the shadows casted by one of their greatest achievements, where they used to live before.

#rain world #text #I wish more people talked about this #I think it's a great implication of how the ancients valued life itself even when they found a way to surpass it #or how the videocult scholars like to call them the “noble benefactors”#I think storing the qualia of once living individuals is very important to them #since the entire purpose of the miros birds is to protect the memory crypts #It shows how their opinions about the concept of ascension were split in their own societies #And there is also the echos who didn't quite leave didn't quite stay

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pocketramblr · 5 months

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If your still doing the ask game what about an AU where Togata sees Midoriya's poor quirk control during the sports festival and deciding to try and help him?

1- the SF is a big, three day long affair, one for each grade level. The other grades get to watch in the stands. Mirio watches with his friends as kid wins the obstacle race seemingly without using his quirk once.

"Well now I really want to know what it could be!" Nejire leans forward. "Oh, what do you two think it is? Was he showing off, or does it just not help?"

"Maybe it requires losing his clothes, and he's more modest than some people." Tamaki snarks quietly, and gets elbowed for it.

"Maybe it's a mental quirk like Sir's, and we just can't see he's using it." Mirio says.

2- It is not a mental quirk, they realize after the cavalry battle and into the melee rounds. For a second, they it confirmed when he snapped out of Brainwashing... But he broke his fingers. And that shouldn't happen if it was only mental. Which means... "Oh my god, he's insane. He's shattering himself." Tamaki wants to look away but can't. Nejire points out that the first years are talking, even they can't hear the words, and what are they saying? What's got them so mad at each other?

"He's crazy." Mirio says, but it is not horror in his voice like Tamaki. It's awe.

3- Mirio goes to visit the kid in the clinic, and does not notice how the tall thin blond guy awkwardly hangs around at the door when he goes in, tense. Instead he cheerfully introduces himself to Midoriya- "Wait, you're the naked SF kid-" / "Yep! And you're the bone breaking SF kid! Sorry, but that's going to stick with you a while, believe me." - and offers to try to help him with his quirk, he knows how tricky, how deadly, they can be and he doesn't want Izuku to lose a limb. Izuku, dazed, agrees.

4- he doesn't really expect his senpai to mean it, though- he's surprised when they pop into his classroom before lunch when they're back in school.

"Hey! Did you get your work week offers?"

"Ah, no... No one sent me one."

"Oh, that's alright. Nejire didn't get any her first year, so she knows the default list, we can go over it after school when we train!"

"when we.... Uh, ok."

5- Toshinori nervously watches them in the gym, wondering if Sir said anything to Mirio (he didn't. Mirio asked if any first years caught his eye, Sir said no they didn't have any potential that needed him, and Mirio decided to help Izuku and maybe after they figure it out Sir will be more open to it). He's there when Snipe finds him to give him Gran Torino's offer. Snipe teases him for being worried about his kid, those are good third years, and hey Midoriya got an offer after all- are you ok man???

By the end of training, Izuku's managed to spread OfA through his body twice, but it isn't consistent yet. The big three wish him luck on his work week, and say they'll keep working on it after.

Mirio is watching the HN updates on Hosu a week later in Sir's office when he gets a text from Izuku with a location... In Hosu. It's a nervous night for the whole office

#Mirio freaks out. Sir asks why Miro has Midoriya's number. he is unhappy at the idea that Midoriya asked Mirio for help but Mirio absently #says he's the one that offered as he tries to figure out if any of his friends are closer to Hosu than him #when Izuku gets back he's going to be like 'i figured it out!' and Mirio will be like 'great! we're still training! because apparently you #attract nomu attacks! :D'#pocket talks to people #anon #ask game

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closetgremlin · 2 years

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When I say "relatively recently," the timescale is entirely for me. Maybe it happened two weeks ago, six months ago, three years ago—you don't need to know the actual length it was because when I'm saying it, it's just for me.

#miro talks #diary entry #time stamp :#1:52am #8.27.22 #||#also time is relative and confuses me #what do you mean that was three YEARS ago

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starscelly · 9 months

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now that you're home, i dont have to be alone.

saad yousuf, twitter / vgk@dal 5.25.23 / adrienne rich, sleepwalking next to death / miro heiskanen, instagram / amal el-mohtar, this is how you lose the time war / x / Stars' top pick Miro Heiskanen talks at NHL draft / x / "the pull of you" by the national / dallas stars, instagram / Stars' top pick Miro Heiskanen talks at NHL draft / dallas stars, twitter / ernest hemingway, the garden of eden / miro heiskanen, instagram / x / dal@sea 3.11.23 / the letters of vincent van gogh / yle tv2 promo / lighthousekeeping, jeanette winterson / dallas stars, twitter / (caption) "woof woof" by arthur

#baby's first web weave #if this even counts idk #i dont know what a web weave is. if i can be real. and im too lazy to google #i tried to source everything but i couldnt find a couple of things!!! pls lmk if u know what theyre from #a lot of the photos of them were deep in my phone so :/#anyways #so insanely deep in my roopemiro feels today.... can u tell #please enjoy my fucking. insanity.#i want. what they have (being intrinsically connected and linked and whatever)#wearing a sign that says “please talk to me abt them” on my head #roope hintz #miro heiskanen #424 #dallas stars #cel weaving webs

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marcoscandellas · 1 year

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Stanley Cup Playoff Pregame: DAL @ SEA - May 7, 2023

#dallas stars #esa lindell #nhl #hockey #stanley cup playoffs #scp 2023 #[gifs]#smiley esa #he was smiling a lot talking about miro too

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kitnita · 6 months

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★ — jason robertson for after hours; november 4, 2023 (x)

what's it like being part of arguably the greatest draft class of all time – greatest dallas draft class of all time – with oettinger and heiskanen? so the stars took heiskanen and oettinger in the first round, you in the second round, so it was a very productive draft. is that lost on you, that class? no, I mean, it's, it's — it's truly a special moment, I mean, we always see it, uh, and think about it when it's ever brought up, how special it is. you know, you don't find a franchise goalie, a franchise d-man, and a player … a forward like me in, uh, one round very often. so, um, very — you look back on it now and uh, we hit all of the spots, and six years later we're all pretty, uh … producing, and being big parts of this team. and hopefully and ideally we're gonna be big parts through these, uh — our carers.

#hockey #stars #dallas stars #jason robertson #he is sitting like the world's sweetest & most polite babygirl #but also his thighs are just Out There #something something the duality of man #i will literally never get tired of the 2017 draft class getting asked about each other btw. keep doing it for the next ten years even.#make the special boys talk about how special it is to be in a special little group together!#though to get slightly real about it. i do think it's interesting how much it happens more specifically with jason and jake #& i wonder how much is it that miro came into the league earlier than them so media members had time to see him apart from his matched set #& how much of it is jason and jake having north america specific media training #and being seen specifically by media members as Guys Who Are Good With Media #z:edit

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themirokai · 1 year

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Dreamling & Leverage Crossover? Dreamling & Leverage Crossover.

Over on this post, I suggested that Hob could use his skills at creating new identities to help people in need. Then @themightybento suggested a Leverage crossover and my brain went ping.

Proofreading by the fantastic @argylepiratewd who has proofreading commissions open now. All mistakes are from where I ignored WD's suggestions.

You can read the whole story (2450 words) below or over on AO3.

Dreaming of Leverage

“Hardison, we can’t just trust the safety of our clients to someone from the dark web called the ‘Stranger’s Friend’!” Sophie crossed her arms over her chest.

“Yeah, that sounds seriously creepy,” Parker said. She aimed another powerful kick at the punching bag, eliciting a grunt from Eliot, who was holding it for her.

“He’s not just on the dark web. The best social workers know him, people who run domestic violence shelters have heard of him. He’s legit. I’m telling you, he’s like us. His tagline is ‘victimless crimes and noble causes only.’”

“We don’t work with people who have taglines,” Eliot growled.

“Ok, his motto, whatever.” Hardison spun around in his chair. “My point is that he is one of the good guys and he is the very best at this. We need help on this one, and this is the guy who can help us.”

“How do you know he’s even a guy if you’ve never met him?” Parker asked.

Hardison didn’t have an answer for that one.

“Look, Hardison, if you can find the human being behind the ‘Stranger’s Friend’ and set a face-to-face meeting, we will consider using him.” Sophie’s tone was definitive.

“He doesn’t do face-to-face meetings.” Hardison sighed. “Victimless crimes are still crimes and it seems like he has a cover to maintain.”

“We’re criminals too,” Sophie said. “We face as much risk as he does from exposure. I’m sure we can convince him to meet with us.”

The monitor in the van blazed to life as the camera on the drone turned on.

“Okay,” Hardison said, “we’ve got visual.”

The screen showed a spacious apartment with two men lounging together on the couch. The first had chin-length brown hair and kind brown eyes. Lying against his chest was an extremely pale man with blue eyes and messy black hair.

Sophie’s gasp came over the comms. “That can’t be.”

“What?”

“I could swear that’s Ron Golden, but that’s impossible!”

“Who’s Ron Golden?”

“He was the executive director of a theater company I was in as a teenager. But he would have to be in his eighties by now. He looks exactly the same… and just as fit. God, I had a massive crush on that man.”

Parker’s eyebrows knitted together. “Sophie, did you…”

“No. I wanted to, but he said he was too old for me. He was very kind about it.”

“Hardison, can you get audio?” Parker asked.

“Guys, this is clearly just a couple enjoying their evening. They’re not marks, and one is a potential ally. I don’t think we should be spying on them.”

“We’ve been over this, Hardison.” Eliot was staked out near the entrance to the building. “We need to make sure we can trust him with our client’s safety. There’s too much at risk here.”

Hardison sighed and turned on the audio feed.

The pale man’s eyes immediately snapped to the window.

“We’re being watched.”

The whole team gasped.

“There’s no way he could see the camera!” Hardison whispered.

The other man looked out the window as well but clearly didn’t see anything. He kissed his partner’s temple. “Really? Is this a you-problem or a me-problem?”

“These individuals are here for you. Isn’t that right, Alec Hardison?”

Hardison jumped out of his chair and started backing away from the monitor. “What the fuck? How did he - that’s impossible!”

“They can hear us now?” the brown-haired man said.

“Yes.”

“Hm. Then I suppose I should invite them in for a cup of tea. Do you want to go… home before I do that?”

“No. Eliot Spencer is a far stronger fighter than you are. Though their intentions with you are largely benign, they do not trust you, and there may be a misunderstanding. I shall remain here while you speak with them.”

“What the fuck, Hardison? Who the hell are these people?” Eliot hissed over the comms.

“I - I don’t know. I just know that one of them is the Stranger’s Friend.”

The two men were getting to their feet and the brown-haired one turned to kiss the pale one. “Being protective, love?”

“Only when you need protecting.” The pale man smiled.

The brown-haired man turned to the window. “I’m assuming you can find the door,” he called out. “Come on up. I’ll put the kettle on.”

Hob opened the door to see two women and two men on the other side. “Hello. Who are you looking for?”

“Um, the Stranger’s Friend?”

“No!” The woman with brown hair pushed to the front of the group. “You’re Ron Golden!”

Oh dear. It was an identity he had used in the 1980s, and was actually the one he was using during his failed 1989 meeting with Dream, but he had discarded it shortly thereafter. And the woman looked very familiar. It certainly wasn’t the first time he had been recognized by someone who knew him under another name. He put on the sympathetic smile he had mastered hundreds of years ago.

“Ah, you must have known my dad.”

“Your dad, my arse!” she scoffed. “I don’t know how it’s possible, you must be eighty years old, but you are the same man!”

Hob sighed and shook his head. “Really, I get that all the time. I know I’m the spitting image of him. My mom used to joke that she’d given birth to her husband!” He gave a chuckle and his most winning smile.

“You’re lying! Just like you lied about my monologue improving!” Her eyes were shining now and Hob knew exactly who she was.

“Were you in his theater troupe?” he asked, knowing the answer.

Sophie stepped forward, but the man with long hair held her back and jabbed a finger towards Dream.

“I want to know who that guy is and how he made us!”

“You may call me Morpheus,” Dream said from the corner.

“Like from The Matrix?” the first man asked.

“HRRRR HRRRR HRRRR!”

As always Hob couldn’t help but chuckle at Dream’s strange gravelly laugh.

“Yes. Like from The Matrix.”

All four of them stared at Dream, and Hob wondered if the name or the laugh or both was throwing them off. It probably wasn’t his appearance: Dream was looking relatively human tonight, if perhaps supernaturally pale.

“Look,” the man who had asked for the Stranger’s Friend shook himself first and turned back to Hob, “we just came here to meet the Stranger’s Friend. We are trying to help someone who needs to disappear. We want to make sure it’s safe to have the Stranger’s Friend create our client’s new identity.”

“But we’re not leaving without some answers!” the other man said.

Hob turned to Dream. “Am I going to regret telling them the truth?”

“You mistake me for my brother. I cannot tell you what the outcome of this meeting will be.”

Hob rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“They speak the truth. And they are confidence artists.” Dream’s eyes sparkled.

Hob turned back to his guests with a smile. “Con artists? Is that what you’re doing these days, Sophie? You’d better come in. He loves con artists.”

She stepped forward. “I didn’t tell you my name.”

“No,” he sighed. “And I’m sorry, but your monologue was always rubbish.” Hob patted her shoulder and went to get the tea.

“Okay, okay.” Parker spread her hands on the table. “You—” she pointed to Dream, “—are a non-human supernatural entity who controls dreams and also sort of is dreams and can see into everyone’s unconscious mind and also is the Sandman.”

“This is more or less accurate.”

“And your sister, who is Death, decided you needed a friend, so she made you—” she pointed at Hob, “—immortal.”

“Uh huh,” Hob said.

“And you are good at forging identities because you keep having to do it for yourself so that people don’t realize you’re immortal.”

“That’s about the shape of it.”

Hardison looked around at his partners. “So we’re agreed that we’re cool with Hob helping our client?”

There were nods all around, but Dream sat forward. “Prior to that, may I ask you for the story of the Scheherazade Job?”

While Parker, Hardison, and Eliot began regaling Dream, Hob felt Sophie watching him. He smiled at her and inclined his head towards the kitchen.

“Sounds like I should put some food out.”

In the kitchen, Sophie rested her back against the fridge.

“So back then, when you said you were too old for me…”

Hob leaned against the counter and chuckled, then closed one eye as he did the maths. “About 610 years too old. But if I recall correctly, you were 17, Sophie.”

“And you were with Morpheus?”

“Ah, no. That’s actually a much more recent development. I mean, I knew him. I’ve known him since the fourteenth century. Probably been in love with him since the eighteenth century. But in the 1980s our relationship was… more complicated.”

“Have you only dated other immortals? Are there many of them?”

Hob laughed. “There are very few other immortals in this world that I’m aware of and Morpheus is the only one I’ve been with.”

“That sounds very lonely,” she said quietly, and he knew with certainty that she understood loneliness.

“I’ve certainly had lonely decades,” he told her, “but I didn’t just wait around for him. I’ve had good friends, lovers. Been married a couple times. While 17 is too young for me, I stopped aging in my thirties, and I use that to set my parameters rather than my actual age.”

She nodded. “Did you ever have kids? I always thought of you as someone who would be a good dad.”

The old pain pierced his stomach like a lance. He held it, looked down at the floor, and smiled. “Two that I know of. One died in childbirth along with my wife. The other was killed when he was 20.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “My husband lost his son from his first marriage. It nearly destroyed him.”

Hob looked back up at her. “The fact that you said ‘nearly’ means that he’s a strong person, and a good one. It took me much more than one lifetime to be able to live with the loss.”

It was Sophie’s turn to look away. “He was a very good man.”

Was. That explained the loneliness. “I’m sorry, Sophie,” he said gently. “How long has he been gone?”

“A couple of years.” She breathed out, shook herself and looked back at him. “I’m lucky to have my crew. I’ll always miss Nate, but they’re the best family I could ask for.”

“I’m glad.” Hob reached out and squeezed her arm.

When Hob and Sophie returned to the table with snacks, Parker was giving Dream a calculating stare.

Dream turned to her. “You wish to ask me something, Parker.”

“Yeah. You’re the Sandman, right?”

Dream nodded once.

“So, you go into kids’ bedrooms and sprinkle sand in their eyes to make them fall asleep.” She was leaning forward intently.

“That folktale is one aspect of my being. But that is not truly what you wish to ask me.”

Parker’s mouth tightened as she stared at him, then she leaned further forward. “Can you walk through walls?”

The tiny smile was far more than most humans ever got. Hob realized that Dream must like her.

“My movement is not generally constrained by the physical boundaries of the waking world.”

Parker looked to Hardison and Sophie. “That’s a yes, right?”

Hob interlaced his fingers with Dream’s and kissed the back of Dream’s hand. “It’s a ‘sometimes,’ I think,” he told Parker. “It may depend on whether there are living things that dream on the other side of the wall.”

Dream shot him a glare. “Hob Gadling, do not purport to understand the arcane strictures by which I am governed. Immortal though you are, your human mind could not begin to comprehend them.”

Hob kissed his hand again. “Yeah, but I’m right.”

Dream rolled his eyes. “You are not entirely incorrect.”

“Okay.” Parker’s calculating look was back. “So, reaching into a safe is probably out, but you could, for example, walk into a locked room if there was a guard inside?”

“Hrrr, hrrr.”

“Parker!” Eliot hissed. “Tell me you are not trying to recruit the literal god of nightmares for a job!”

“HRRR HRRRR HRRRR!”

“He seemed interested in our work and he has relevant skills!” Parker hissed back.

“HRRR HRRRR HRRRR!” Dream pushed himself back from the table and stood, then took a breath to recover from his mirth. “Ah, this has been most diverting, but I must return to my realm.”

Hob got to his feet too. “I’ll be there when I’m done with this lot. Will you be working?”

“It is likely, but you may interrupt me. I will send Matthew if I am unavailable.” Dream ran his index finger over Hob’s cheek and under his chin, then drew him in for a kiss.

Hob kept the kiss chaste, aware of his guests, even if the display didn’t bother Dream. Someone who changed the weather with his mood didn’t think twice about a PDA.

“I’ll see you soon.” Hob squeezed his hand.

Dream turned back to the others. “It has been a true pleasure to meet you all, and I thank you for the story.” He turned his gaze on Parker. “As well as the invitation.”

“If you ever want to walk through walls with us or sprinkle sand in security guards’ eyes so they fall asleep, you know where to find us!” Parker paused. “You do know where to find us, right?”

“Oh yes, Parker. I know where to find you.” With that, Dream’s coat materialized on his body, and he pulled a handful of sand from his pocket. It streamed through his fingers and swirled around him, then he was gone.

Hob chuckled at his guests’ gobsmacked expressions. “Pardon my lover, he does like a dramatic exit.”

Eliot was the first to recover. “That was creepy, right? It’s not just me - the ‘I know where to find you’ thing was creepy?”

“It was awesome!” Parker said, her eyes wide. “He has magic sand that makes him disappear! How do I get that?”

“That only works for him, I’m afraid,” Hob told her. “Humans stole his tools once, and it went very badly for everyone.”

Hardison held up a hand. “Just to be clear, we have absolutely no intention of stealing anything from Morpheus. Right, Parker?”

“Obviously,” she scoffed. “But could you make disappearing sand out of like nano bots or something?”

Hob turned to Sophie as Hardison and Parker continued their nano bot conversation. “Let me get my laptop, and then you can tell me about what your client needs.”

#please enjoy this crack crossover #there is no heist please don't expect a heist #there's a lot of talking and some feelings #I couldn't get Matthew into this one sorry #the sandman netflix #leverage #leverage redemption #the sandman #dreamling #miro does sandman #mirokai writes #hob gadling #dream of the endless #sophie devereaux #parker #eliot spencer #alec hardison

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