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iamalivenow · 2 years
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alive can i have new podcast recs please i want new podcast recs please please can i have new podcast recs please horror and also gay
so tma ended, now what? horror podcast recommendation list part 3 oh my god they made more of these things
malevolent - i think people are already turned on to this one because its slowly becoming the new big thing imo. malevolent is about a guy named arthur who fucked up and got his eyes stolen by an eldritch abomination that is also now physically tethered to him and they dont like each other enough to just live like that so they go on an adventure to try and unstick themselves from each other. its a lovecraftian mythos story, so thats the type of horror you're getting. it's not a comedy and its not a romance but it both is a comedy and is a romance you know what i mean? 10/10 can you believe its just one guy doing all of these voices
red valley - red valley is about a guy named warden who works in a weird government agency tasked with trying to find a seed vault that very quickly becomes not a regular seed vault. the characters in this one are all so well written and the gut punches kill me. this is a bit more near future(ish) scifi than regular horror, but while you're listening to it turn into a road trip you're going to be like "alive this isn't scary" and right around that time is when they're going to introduce truly what is one of the most fucked up concepts i've ever heard. 10/10 the british people made me cry again
out of place - okay so stop me if you've heard this one before. there's a british guy working in an archive where he gets weird kind of scary things and his archive institution is shady and there are tapes and its not mag again i swear. out of place starts much the same but instead of getting scary bullshit, andrew starts receiving historical artifacts from different alternate history realities. its fantastic world building, good story telling, and just like. existential dread nightmare after existential dread nightmare. 10/10 i can't listen to this in the grocery story because i will just stare of into space and sigh for twenty minutes at a time.
they're all ongoing and at around 20ish episodes right now and i love them. i only do these rec posts when i can find at least three shows so sorry for how long this ask took to get to <3
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universalxmagicxx · 6 months
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nobeerreviews · 7 months
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I'm a foreigner in the world and I don't understand the language.
-- Jean Webster
(Monte Carlo)
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mattsmemes · 1 year
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ds29gurl2 · 1 year
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handsomepear · 1 month
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Hey you know that podcast, the one about that archivist, you know, the deeply miserable sad gay man. You know the really good one set in England, we're he slowly comes to term with ideas of free Will and how horrible the world can secretly be. Yeah it's called out of place and you should really listen
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Out Of Place Chapter 24
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Rating: E because apparently I can't stop once I get started, and neither can they...
CW: Breeding Kink if you squint, other than that, just good old fashioned "bonding"
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Wonderful Mornings
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The morning dawned much earlier than Kiva was comfortable with, and for a moment, she couldn’t remember why she was being woken by its light. Her room didn’t have a dawn facing window, and the healing halls were always shadowed until noon. At first she thought she’d simply dreamed the sound of birds, but as their song filtered in through the open window beside the bed, she was forced to conclude that she was, indeed, somewhere other than she’d expected to be.
It was at that moment that a body, long and lithe, moved against her and memories of all that had happened the day before began to trickle back to her in tantalizing strings of images and sensations that were more than making up for the obnoxious hour. She’d nearly died again, but damn had it been worth the pain.
“Mmm, Man erin nin mel.” Thranduil’s voice, still thick with sleep, was like warm velvet against her ear, and the possessive little pet name pulled an uncharacteristically shy giggle from her as she felt just how good of a morning it was promising to be.
“I didn’t catch all of that, but good morning to you too…I think.” She closed her eyes as his warm chuckle wrapped around her and pulled her back into that hazy warmth that had filled them both in the small hours of the night. She didn’t think she would ever get tired of feeling his hands on her body, or hearing him tell her how much he loved her.
“I will be sure to give you some lessons myself when I return. I will teach you how to say the things no lady should ever say, and test you on them thoroughly.” His voice dropped steadily until it was little more than a rumble against the skin of her neck. His arms drew her back slowly until they were flush from shoulder to shin.
“I already know plenty of those..just not in Sindarin..” Kiva let her head fall back against his shoulder, baring her throat to him as she rolled her hips back against his cock, catching it between her thighs. She’d been too surprised by the newness of everything the night before to really show him what she could do, but this morning was a different game entirely. She was ready for him now, and she was going to pay him back for every last bit of pleasure he gave her.
“Oh?” Whatever he was about to say was cut off by a breathless gasp as she began to rock her hips back and forth, keeping him tucked up between her thighs and her core. She’d gotten very good at this particular move over the years. It was one of her favorite ways to rile up her partner, especially first thing in the morning, when neither of them were thinking clearly yet, and could therefore enjoy all the slow soft touches that usually got skipped in favor of more…effective, activities.
“Mmhmm..maybe I can teach you sometime.” She wanted to add something else, a tease about him leaving that she knew he would be able to see through instantly, but she didn’t want to ruin the peace of the morning with an argument, so she decided to show him what he would be missing out on instead. Perhaps that would be enough to dissuade him from leaving her so soon after truly finding her.
“Shall we..trade then..?” His arms were creeping slowly around her middle, holding her tight as his hips began to match the rhythm she was setting. His breath was puffing out hot against her skin as he let his body guide his mind, enjoying everything she was willing to give him while he woke up enough to do something about the teasing that she was having far too much fun indulging in.
Kiva huffed out a breathless laugh as she nuzzled up against his ear, nipping at it as she tried to decide what it was she wanted to say. She had some ideas, but was unsure of just how mean she wanted to be so early in the morning. A subtle shift in the way his body was moving against her was more than enough to make up her mind for her. If he was going to try and play power games then she was going to show him exactly who it was he was playing with. She ran her tongue up the shell of his ear, sucking at the tip for a moment before she released it to whisper in his ear.
“If you stay with me, I’ll show you just how much treasure this tight little pussy is worth.” She canted her hips back, letting out a soft, helpless moan as she felt his cock slide up into her swollen channel. It had been a long time since she had sex with anyone, and she’d never had the kind of sex she’d discovered with Thranduil. It had left her just a little sore, but damn if the ache didn’t make the pleasure that much more pointed. The broken sounding groan her words earned her was like icing on the perfect cake, and she couldn’t help the way her walls clenched around him.
“You are evil…cruel…perfect…” Thranduil seemed to have lost grip of their game for a moment, or perhaps entirely, as he curled his body around hers, driving himself relentlessly into her until his hips were flush with hers and she was powerless to so much as move. One big hand splayed out over her chest, holding her against him while the other dropped down to grip at her belly, growling as he felt himself, filling her completely.
“Were im na dorth-, im would ú- dár until cin were pant with nin hén .” The way he spoke the words made their meaning all too plain, and she couldn’t help the needy whine that fell from her parted lips as she started to roll her hips, pressing one of her hands over the one resting on her belly so he could feel the drag of himself inside and out. She didn’t know why the idea of him having her completely excited her so much, but it did. She’d never really wanted to be a mother, her own experience with family had left what she thought was an indelible stain on the idea, but as she laid there in his arms, feeling his love for her surround her, it started to look damn good.
“So stay…please…Dorth- nin mel.” The slow drag of him inside her was like the most wonderful torture, and it only got better as he slid their joined hands down between her slick thighs, slipping his hand over hers so that he could control just how she touched her aching clit. The hand on her chest crept up as well, bracketing her throat with just enough pressure to make her head swim as he pressed her head back to capture her lips in an all consuming kiss. He had to shut her up before he lost his will to act.
She didn’t know what it was she offered him, she couldn’t possibly understand the importance of children to the Eldar, and yet she had said it with such conviction. He knew she would do it. She would give him as many children as he asked for, and the thought of watching her grow round with his sons and daughters filled him with an almost feral need to give her anything she asked for. He didn’t need to go to the mountain. Let the dwarves keep the gems. He had all he needed right there in his arms.
“Im will tir- cin gal- round with cuil.” His pace started to speed up as he slowly lost the battle with the wonderfully tantalizing image she’d planted in his head. He could see them both, laying in this bed, locked together just as they were now, only his hands would be holding tight to her belly, swollen with child. She would look so beautiful, full of new life and love. He wanted it so badly he forgot about any other desire. He would do it. He would plant his seed deep inside her and watch it grow, fed with her love and light.
“Thranduil…I’m close…please don’t stop…” He growled at the panting helplessness in her voice. Not even his queen had ever said his name like that. It sent fire down his spine as his fingers danced her own slender digits over her swollen little bud. She was like an instrument that he’d spent centuries learning to play, and he wanted her to sing.
He pressed heated kisses and sucking bites to her throat, decorating it with even more blooming bruises as she arched away from him, grinding down against his hand as he rutted against her. Mewling whimpers and guttural moans fill the bed chamber as he felt her beginning to quiver around him. She was so close, all it would take is one or two more strokes and…
“C..fu…gods…” Each broken word was punctuated with a gasping breath until she shattered around him, keening in unbridled ecstasy as her dripping channel sucked tight around his cock, pulling him in to the base. He growled out her name as he held her tight to him, pounding up into her until he felt himself pass the point of no return.
“Take…my seed…” He sucked in a breath as pleasure shot down his spine, forcing his hips forward, burying himself as deep in her as he could go as rope after rope of his spend gushed out into her gripping walls. In that moment, his mind was full of nothing but the desire for it to take root, to see her swell with child. He could do nothing but cling to her as his hips jerked with each gout of seed, until finally, after a long moment, his body began to calm.
“That was…gods…mmm..” She sagged bonelessly back against him, her whole body pleasantly numb with the intense afterglow of what they’d just done. She didn’t know it could feel like that. After everything she’d felt last night, she thought for sure she knew all there was to know about sex, but that had been different. She used to think people who said sex could feel religious were just exaggerating, but now, she could kind of see what they meant.
“Indeed…and…what I said…” Now that the haze of need was clearing, the doubt was creeping in. He’d said so much, revealed a part of him that had been hidden since his Queen had taken the journey across the sea. He wasn’t sure that he could bear it if she took it back.
“I meant it too…” She hissed as she turned to face him, her shoulder pulling painfully as she rested her weight on it. Thranduil reached out to stop her, but she pushed his hands away gently, needing him to give her his full attention. The open vulnerability in his eyes was heartbreaking and she felt herself fall for him just a little more, if that was possible.
“I know it doesn’t make sense. We barely know each other really, and I’ve never seen myself as a mother but…I meant it. If it’s with you, I want it too.” She kept her voice soft, and never looked away from those painfully beautiful eyes for a single moment. Tears crept up along her lash line that she didn’t really understand, but they were swept away by a single elegant finger before they could fall.
“What did I do to deserve you Nin dilthen cugu? Such precious gifts you give so freely…” His words died on his lips as he watched his own love and devotion reflected back at him. His heart hurt from how full it was. Here, in this one little human, he had managed to reclaim all that he thought lost to him. He would do all he could to repay her, no matter what she asked of him, it was hers.
“Gifts are meant to be given freely silly, that’s what makes them gifts, and I’m not so special, just a woman in love.” She laughed softly, looking down as the pure emotion became too much to bear. She didn’t think she was capable of feeling so much, and yet here she was, heart ready to burst as the man..elf, of her dreams held her close and whispered words she couldn’t understand directly into her heart.
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Translations: Man erin nin mel - Good morning my love Were im na dorth-, im would ú- dár until cin were pant with nin hén - Were I to stay, I would not stop until you were full with my child. Dorth- nin mel - Stay my love Im will tir- cin gal- round with cuil - I will watch you grow round with life Nin dilthen cugu - My little dove
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forgottenedmund · 2 months
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Out of Place | Edmund & Cillian
"Shouldn't you be with the rest of the servants?"
Edmund always felt distrusting of Cillian Frost and finding him in parts of the castle where he shouldn't be, did little to ease this. He liked to think that it had always been justified, but the truth was that, deep down, he was jealous. It was clear that Cillian was, and always had been, part of the family in a way that Edmund was incapable of ever being and he didn't especially like the easy and affectionate way Rose spoke of him, nor her uninhibited and relaxed manners when she spoke to him.
(If he had paid a little more attention to Cillian when Rose wasn't around, he might have noticed that it was Brigit -- and not Rose -- who had once captured Cillian's affections.)
Edmund knew as soon as he spoke that his tone was perhaps a touch too aggressive and, while he had no great love for Cillian, he also didn't want to get on his bad side, either. If they fought, it would only make things awkward with Rose. So instead, he laughed and put a hand on Cillian's shoulder, "Don't worry -- your secret is safe with me."
He wanted to ask him what, exactly, he was doing in this part of the castle, but he refrained and asked him about his journey, instead, "I heard you had a time of it getting here in the storm?"
Edmund had not noticed the exceptional concentration Cillian had been giving the Varmont sigils that were hanging upon the walls ....
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boombox-fuckboy · 1 year
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Did I forget someone? Tell me in the notes.
Don't know any of these? Pick one and go listen!
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macrolit · 2 years
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I have become a queer mixture of the East and the West, out of place everywhere, at home nowhere.
Jawaharlal Nehru
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cupioriot · 11 months
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you know, reading heros of olympus for the first time and going "woah I'm like octavian fr" and then seeing all the hate for him in the fandom kinda felt like a kick to the stomach for a bit
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bagopucks · 11 months
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Puck Control
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“I just don’t see how this was the best option for our kid.”
“Seriously? I wasn’t going to let him play football under that asshole for two more years.”
“Two years where we could have done therapy for cheaper than what his college is going to cost.”
“I’d rather him be not depressed than getting a full ride to some college we can already afford.”
A sigh parted his lips. His parents had been fighting all night. Auston wasn’t happy when Mitch told him that he had to drop out of the football team. The look on his face when Mitch walked into the locker room to return his uniform, was a look of pure betrayal. Babs hadn’t been happy either. He was the reason why Mitch’s mom made him quit football though. Despite the boy’s attempts to ignore the harsh words, they stung when he left the locker room, and they stung even in bed. Listening to his parents argue.
“You’re a fucking useless child.”
He liked to call Mitch useless. He was good at making the kid feel useless.
He was supposed to be angry with his parents, but overall he simply felt numb. He didn’t know what to do. Or where to go. Or if he even had friends any more.
“Look, I gave the hockey coach a call-“
“Hockey? You think our kid is playing hockey? Jesus, Bonnie he’s a football player! Grass and cleats! He’s never used a pair of skates in his life.”
“He did at that one girl’s birthday party when he was five.”
“And do you remember how hard he busted his ass? He had a bruise the size of a baseball on his cheek.” Mitch could hear the floor creak beneath his mother’s pacing feet. His father was a stationary person when stressed. Bonnie was not.
“Paul, he’s older now. I think we should give it a shot.”
“Drag him out of football and throw him into hockey. That’s your idea?”
“I’ve heard good things about the hockey coaches. I think they could help.” His mother was desperate.
They thought there was something wrong with Mitch. There probably was. He hated himself. He hated himself and had an ego at the same time. Mitch felt guilty relaxing, and he never felt that he measured up when he was working. He would string himself thin and burn himself out to the point that he wouldn’t get out of bed on most weekends. Other than for food or the bathroom. He was always hyper focused on football. Now he had nothing to focus on. He felt useless.
Fucking useless child.
“Or a psychiatrist would help. Somebody who actually studies behavior.” His father was logical.
“He just needs better influences.” Bonnie was wrong. Mitch’s team and friends hadn’t been the issue. At least he didn’t think so.
“His last influence was fine!”
“Auston? The kid partied every night!”
He was going to hate Mitch. Auston was his best friend.
“So who’s on this hockey team that probably isn’t smoking weed and drinking on the weekends?”
“The Hughes boys are nice.”
Mitch and Quinn didn’t get along.
“Have you seen the thoughtless stares on those boys’ faces?”
“It’s genetics!” Bonnie was trying.
“It’s marijuana.” His dad was probably right.
Mitch never bothered with smoking. He had scholarships he had to look after. There was no time for throwing away any sports career over drinking and drugs.
“Paul.” Silence followed the angry snap in Mitch’s mother’s tone. He shifted onto his side and stared at the box of trophies on his floor. “Let’s give it a chance. The last thing our kid needs is a shit load of time with his thoughts.”
Mitch twisted the deep blue blanket beneath his body, between his fingers. Hockey? He’d suck at hockey. What if he couldn’t learn? Couldn’t keep up? Coach Babs would laugh himself to death over his failure.
The boy strained to hear in the silence, his eyes wandering up the wall as he awaited the next words from his father’s mouth.
“Fine. Theoretically, I’m on board. You said you called the coach?”
“Yes, and he said he’d love to have Mitch. They have conditioning that starts at the end of this week.”
“A month and a half out from the season?”
“I don’t know how hockey works, that’s just what he said.”
“What about Mitch not being able to skate?”
“He said he could handle that too. He just needed a physical and he said he wanted to meet our son.”
Mitch had heard of the hockey coach. Hockey was the school’s biggest sport. Football was a close second. Everybody knew the hockey players, the coaches, the booster club and the hockey club staff. It was like a religion. Everybody knew the coach’s daughter too.
Pretty. Loud. Aggressive and competitive. Headstrong and kind. Guys would line up at her doorstep just to try their luck at asking her out.
She remained single for so long that people began to spread rumors of her having a secret relationship with the eldest Hughes. They were best friends since middle school. Around the same time Auston and Mitch met.
“Oh! And that he needs gear. Like- a lot of it.”
“How much is that going to cost us?”
“We can make it work.”
Mitch would have to clear a space in his closet for the old trophies. He’d need something to fill in all the empty spaces where football momentous once resided.
“Paul, please. It’s for Mitch.”
Silence.
Maybe he could decorate with model posters. He hadn’t tried that before. His mother got enough swimsuit magazines monthly to barely notice if one was missing.
“We’ll give it a shot. But any time he wants to pull out, that’s it. We’re not forcing him.”
“Fine.”
Mitch decided he’d pull out after day one. He could almost guarantee it.
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“I swear, they never shoot that damn puck.” Maeve glanced up at her father, leaned forward in the arm chair, a tablet in his lap and his brow furrowed. The same way it always was when he was focused on anything sports related.
“Quinn passes to his younger brother too much.” She glanced back at her phone as she spoke.
“He’s supportive.” He corrected.
“He’s too family oriented.”
“Now what does that mean?”
Maeve peeked up from her phone, and looked toward the tv where her father had been watching film from the last season.
“Jack relies on his brother because Quinn makes him feel safe. Quinn is such a good older brother, that all he wants to do is make Jack feel safe. You need to separate them.”
“Quinn is a defenseman, they don’t play on the same line.”
“I wouldn’t put Quinn on at the same time Jack is playing then.”
They broke eye contact to look back at their respective screens.
“Maybe I’ll switch Jack’s line up then. But Nico’s out for the year because of that knee surgery. And I’ve got a new kid coming in. I’d like to find him a spot first before I start moving other guys.”
“A new kid this late?”
“Yeah. One of the football boys decided to switch over.”
“Seriously?” Maeve peeked over at her father. He pursed his lips and nodded, eyes focused on the notebook where he began writing.
“Yeah. I’ll probably put him on the fourth line. I don’t see him doing too much damage there.”
“What’s his name?”
“Mitchell Marner. His mom said he just likes being called Mitch.”
Her eyes went wide.
“You’re kidding?”
“Nope. He’s gonna need some help though. His mom also said he’s never played hockey before.”
“Then why’d you say yes?”
“Because it’s an equal opportunity team. He’ll learn.” The girl’s father paused. “And I’ve seen some of the fights that kid has started on the football field. He’s got the heart of a hockey player.”
“Yeah. I’m sure you’ve seen how shitty his friends are too.”
“But is he?” The man looked up at Maeve, and for a moment she didn’t know how to answer. Mitch wasn’t kind, but he wasn’t cruel. He simply laughed when his friends did, and watched chaos ensue when his buddies decided to start it.
“Not necessarily, but you’re guilty by association.”
Wayne merely smirked and shrugged.
“He’ll learn.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
“He will.” Her father stood up, “because I’m gonna be the one to teach him.” Maeve watched him toss his notebook down on the chair.
“Why?”
“Cause that kid’s been playing on a team where the only way you keep your spot is if you’re good and you bring in results. Those guys are constantly in competition with each other. I need him to understand my team is a family. Not a hierarchy.”
“They’re gonna hate him.”
“They’ll have to suck it up.”
“I’m gonna hate him.”
“It’s a good thing you’re on the women’s team then, huh?” She grimaced at the feeling of his hand ruffling her hair as he walked by and out of the living room.
Mitch and Maeve didn’t have many encounters, but she knew he and his friends didn’t get along with the boys hockey team. They always had something to fight over. She thought their quarrels were often meaningless, but teenage boys were always fighting to be on the top of an imaginary totem poll. At least that’s what her dad liked to say.
“Did you and your girl friends pick a day to go dress shopping?”
Maeve quickly stood up to follow the sound of her father’s voice. Into the kitchen.
“No. It’s a little early for the winter formal, and the dresses right now are all still fall themed.”
“You thinking about doing blue this year?” She leaned against the kitchen counter as her father pulled a water bottle from the fridge.
“I was thinking white and silver.”
“Got a date?”
“Dad!”
“I’m just asking.” He held his hands up in surrender.
“Trevor did ask me if I’d go with him. He said Jack already had somebody.”
“That Jorja girl? The one that comes around every so often?”
“Yeah. They’ve been doing that awkward teenage puppy eyes thing for a while.”
“She seems nice though.”
“Oh she’s the best. I’m happy for her.”
“So you and Trevor?”
“Unless Quinn asks me to go, I’ll go with Z.”
“I’m surprised Quinn hasn’t asked yet. You guys have gone to every dance together since the seventh grade.”
“Well Jack told Luke, and Luke told me, that Jack thinks Quinn has his eyes on Kayleigh Jacobs.”
“She’s on the track team?”
“Jack says Quinn likes her legs,” Maeve spoke in a playfully dreamy tone. Her father chuckled and shook his head in disbelief.
“Well it’ll be nice for you to go with Trevor. Poor kid can’t seem to find a girl.”
“Yeah, because he scares them all off talking about his lizard.”
“He talks about his lizard?” An incredulous laugh fell from his lips.
“Yes! Somehow he thinks that’s gonna get a girl interested.” They both tried not to laugh, but at the end of the day, it was an amusing subject.
“I tried to tell him it’s not attractive, but he always argues with me.”
“He needs some major dating advice.”
“It’s bad enough kids know him as Wheezy, soon it’s gonna be lizard king.” Trevor certainly got the bad wrap in school for nicknames. With asthma in elementary school, and a laugh that forever reminded kids how his breathing used to be, he never outgrew the nickname, “wheezy.” His friends didn’t use it often, if at all, but other kids did.
“That’s rough.” Maeve’s father shook his head. “I’ll put a new nickname for Z on my list of things to do this season.”
“Put dating advice on there too while you’re at it.” She joked.
Wayne cracked the seal of his water bottle before twisting the cap off. He took a sip, his brow furrowing and face twisting into that thoughtful look again before he spoke.
“You think you’d wanna help me teach this Mitch kid?”
“Absolutely not.”
“How’s come?”
“Because you’ll have your hands full, and I’m not a teacher.”
“A kid his age helping out might be nice. And when was the last time we played hockey together?”
“Last night in the driveway? You said you wanted to work on my puck control.”
“I meant on real ice.”
She pursed her lips and tapped her fingers against the counter. Maeve knew it had been a while.
“I’ll skate with you any time, dad. Just not with Mitch.”
“You might change your mind.” His smirk made the girl roll her eyes.
“The faith you have in this kid is going to crumble the second you see him!” Maeve turned around to walk out of the kitchen.
“You should be more optimistic!” Her father called after her.
“When it comes to Mitch Marner, you should be pessimistic!” Maeve slipped into the living room to grab her phone before she walked toward the steps. Wayne quickly slipped into the hall to stop her.
“You going to bed?”
“Yeah. I’ll see ya tomorrow.”
“Don’t be late.”
“I never am.”
Sometimes she was, but time management was not something she wasn’t worried about working on.
“Goodnight, hun.”
“Night!” Maeve slipped up the steps and opened Quinn’s contact.
Her father never told her that this news of a new player was supposed to be a secret.
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deanmekel · 20 days
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The words
I have forgotten the words to describe the feelings inside my mind
I feel like I have left myself behind and I do not know who I am anymore
I still remember the way you looked tonight when you were sitting on my couch
Though I was content why do I still have the fear of missing out
I want to scream at the top of my lungs but my throat is already sore
I want to meet you in the rain but I already have a cold
Would I be taken by surprise if you do not feel the same?
I am still wondering if I should change my name
The black rings under my eyes make me feel insane
In the back of my mind there is a voice telling me it was all in vain
I feel so out of place
I am the dark of the day
The words I should not say
The cold on a summers day
By now, should I not have faded away?
Even if I did remember the words long enough to speak what is on my mind
Would I be able to share what I did find
Would you be so kind to listen to these words that I have to say
So I can explain what I have been feeling inside my brain
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thevoidisback · 2 months
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Void: so Narrator had a weird dream where she saw and angel like three times in different forms but she told the gang that she always flys away so Narrator name the angel Riko! Riko the unknown star angel!
V1 of Riko
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V3 of Riko
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Void: and here is narrator and Riko side by side in art!
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lunar-chaos-system · 4 months
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Just a couple season 1 OOP memes I've made. I'm hooked on this podcast, and I'm gonna make every episode count lmao.
Y’all! Check out @out-of-place-podcast!
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out-of-place-podcast · 4 months
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Transcript Masterlist:
( will be linked once complete )
Season 1:
🔗 Entry #000 - Ritual
🔗 Entry #001 - Power
🔗 Entry #002 - Surprise
🔗 Entry #003 - Revolution
🔗 Entry #004 - Comfort
🔗 Entry #005 - Hope
🔗 Entry #006 - Love
🔗 Entry #007 - High
🔗 Entry #008 - Freedom
🔗 Entry #009 - Humanity
🔗 Entry #010 - Victory
🔗 Entry #011 - Glory
🔗 Entry #012 - Safe
Season 2:
🔗 Entry #200 - Betrayal
🔗 Entry #201 - Beautiful
🔗 Entry #202 - Bliss
🔗 Entry #203 - Divine
🔗 Entry #204 - Shine
🔗 Entry #205 - Up
🔗 Entry #206 - Progress
🔗 Entry #207 - Life
🔗 Entry #208 - Mirror
🔗 Entry #209 - Wish
🔗 Entry #210 - Peace
🔗 Entry #211 - Grandeur
🔗 Entry #212 - Dream
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