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k-wame · 2 years
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OᗯEᑎ ᗯᗩᖇᑎEᖇ & ᗷIᒪᒪY ᑭᖇIᑕE Hᴏʟʟʏᴏᴀᴋꜱ • 𝟶𝟺.𝟶𝟽.𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸
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sighonaraa · 5 months
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more than anything this show is making me achieve new heights of grover sympathy. imagine being 24 and forced to herd two feral cat 12 year olds on a cross country road trip for an entire week.
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absurdumsid · 3 months
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they put ice cubes in the soup
Murder! Sans belongs to ask-dusttale Farm! Sans/Saejun belongs to GuinongTale_AU Horror! Sans belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios
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lol what kind of ritual did the panthers do bc a 7-0 record in overtime during the postseason is BONKERS 
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sherilee · 1 month
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Love hurts
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hunterrrs · 11 months
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anna and nikita (and geno?) in Istanbul
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sidsthekid · 1 year
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this season didn’t end as i hoped, but i’m grateful to have had the chance to see a few games and catch moments like these. watching geno bully sid was a 20/10 experience and it’s a memory i’ll treasure n forever!!! ♡
@ pit vs njd 4/4/2023
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malk1ns · 7 months
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sidgeno, 32, things you said right after hello
thanks for this one! prompts are here :)
“Wow, you’re huge,” Sid blurts out, Malkin's hand still clasped in his. “You must have grown, what, two inches since I saw you in May?”
Immediately, his face goes hot. For a brief minute, he clings to the hope that maybe he hadn’t actually said that, but over Malkin’s shoulder he can see Mario wince and Sarge bite back a laugh, so no—he really just said that out loud, and oh god, he’s still holding Malkin’s hand.
He drops it quickly and takes a large step back, mustering up the most normal-feeling smile he can manage. Based on Malkin’s quizzical, slightly amused gaze, he’s not quite managing.
Sid hadn’t told anyone what happened in Latvia.
He’d made a point to seek Malkin out—Zhenya, he’d asked to be called, but Sid’s been trying to get back to something slightly less incriminating whenever he thought about Malkin this summer—wanting to actually meet him, now that they were going to be teammates. He’d heard Mario talking about the situation with Metallurg, the pressure they were putting on Malkin to re-sign and stay in Russia, and Sid thought that if he could just talk to him, get to know him a little off-ice, he could convince him to come to Pittsburgh in the fall after all.
They’d gotten to know each other more than just a little.
Before Sarge even opens his mouth to translate, Malkin steps forward, closing the distance between him and Sid, and claps him lightly on the shoulder. “Yes, now you’re even shorter,” he says, poking his tongue between his teeth.
Sid remembers that, how Malkin—oh, hell, how Zhenya—always made that face when he was pretty sure his joke was going to land. He’s doing better now than he had at Worlds; Sid remembers how hard they’d struggled at first to talk.
It got easier later on.
Sarge makes a surprised noise, and Sid starts. He’d almost forgotten they weren’t alone. “You didn’t tell me you’ve been practicing,” he says to Zhenya, continuing on in amused-sounding Russian. Whatever he’s saying, it’s making Zhenya blush.
Mario’s eyebrows are so high they’re practically in his hairline, but once Sarge stops his teasing diatribe, he clears his throat. “Dinner’s ready,” he says, gesturing to the hallway that leads to the dining room. “We can keep talking there, Nathalie won’t be happy if the food goes cold while we’re all standing around by the door.”
Sid cringes a little and moves to fall in line behind Mario and Sarge, but Zhenya grabs his arm, holding him in place as the other two exit the foyer.
“Sid,” Zhenya murmurs, reeling him in. “I miss. Four months, it’s a long time.”
Against his better judgment and everything he’d sternly told himself all summer when he caught his mind wandering, Sid melts in Zhenya’s grasp. “Yeah,” he says, putting a hand on Zhenya’s waist. “It was too long. I wanted to call, but the long-distance charge…”
“Same for me. I think, maybe I ask JP to call for me, but then it’s problems with the contract, and…” Zhenya shrugs, frowning a little before refocusing on Sid. “But now I’m here.”
“Yeah,” Sid says again, breathless this time, pressing them closer together, until he can feel the heat from Zhenya’s body. “I thought—well, I saw the news, and I wasn’t sure, but I hoped you’d come. I thought about you so much.”
The corners of Zhenya’s eyes crinkle. He looks exhausted, and his suit is wrinkled, but Sid’s never seen anything better. “I tell you I come for you,” he says, and his voice goes sly, even as he widens his eyes in feigned innocence. “You tell me to, I do. You forget?”
Sid swallows. He didn’t forget a single second of it—the tentative first conversation, the beers they snuck into Sid’s hotel room when his roommate was out and they both had a day off the next day, which turned into Zhenya’s mouth on his, Zhenya’s dick in his hand. Every single stolen moment for the entire tournament had found them tangled up together, and Sid couldn’t forget it if he tried.
Zhenya’s still watching him, and his eyes have softened. He reaches for Sid’s face, ghosting his fingers over Sid’s cheekbone before thumbing over Sid’s mouth, tugging his lower lip down.
Sid lets him. He’s standing in Mario Lemieux’s front foyer, and his newest teammate and god willing the missing piece that will bring the Penguins success, God willing, is practically groping him where anyone could see, and Sid lets him.
“You should stay,” he says, darting a glance at the hallway and stepping back. “After dinner. I know you’re tired, but we…maybe we could say you want to see my Playstation. It’s in my room upstairs, we’d be alone. I can drive you back to Sarge’s later.”
“Yes,” Zhenya says, practically before Sid’s finished speaking. “Yes, I want to stay with you.”
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autism-connoisseur · 3 months
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KILLING BITING AND MAIMING THATS THE MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION
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yen-sids-tournament · 11 days
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A Summer of Superheroes Tournament
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What is Summer if not the perfect time for Super Entertainment?
Submit your favorite Disney connected Superhero or indivisible Team. Anyone who is under the creative direction of the Disney stories is eligible to participate. That means anyone in the MCU is acceptable, however these characters will be limited to no more than half to bracket to give our other pillars of justice a some of the spotlight. Don't feel afraid to think outside the box: get into the shows, the shorts, pixar movies, disney plus, dcoms....
This will be a full tournament where the polls are up for a week and we try to accommodate as many entries as we can. We do reserve the ability to change the rules if needed.
Pictured are The Black Panther (MCU), Mrs. Incredible, Darkwing Duck, Super Goof, Baymax (MCU), Flash, PJ Masks, Wego Twins, Principle Powers, and Bolt.
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the-sartorial-journey · 10 months
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Blue Power
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sighonaraa · 7 days
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Rosé, I think, if you want to get technical, but close enough!
she's beautiful.......
for you, my love, a wee bit of a brand-new wip (!) that i'm working on for the whump bingo card i received (!!!!!!):
“I think I’d rather walk over hot coals from here to France than do this,” Colin informs the occupants of the first car as they slather sunscreen onto each others’ backs and wait for the second car to arrive. It’s Roy driving that one, and Sam is convinced that he refused to let Jamie touch the GPS, or Moe the radio. He imagines all of them sitting there in silence as Roy becomes steadily more aware of his mistakes, and shudders. Alhamdulillah he got assigned to Isaac’s van. “But then you would have to be in France,” says Jan Maas, a pair of sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He’s standing at the edge of the forest, looking for all the world like a cryptid that crawled its way free of the trees and then immediately realized its mistakes. Colin’s mouth screws up in disgust. “Damn.” “I take enormous offense to this,” says Richard, huffily. Then, pinching the spot where he’s applying sunscreen to Zoreaux’s upper bicep, “Quit moving.” “Sorry,” Zoreaux says. “I don’t want to be here.”
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saintofanything · 28 days
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im missing tomorrow's game so...just wanted to say its been special to experience penguins hockey with you all ♥ this is my first year of hockey and i got into it late, and im grateful i chose a team whose lb is so welcoming, fun, and silly.
we went from worst to best and it was magical.
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bettyfrommars · 4 months
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You know what betty. I'm kinda pissed (not really) and i kinda dont like you right now (i love you) cuz dirty dancing is my fucking comfort movie and how dare you ( thank you) think you can put Eddie in it. Whats wrong with you? (Omg i cant believe this is happening, i will literally die from happiness. Are we in a cult? Cuz it feels like a cult?) Anyway I certainly hope ypu reply cuz i have some words. (I love you so much, will you take this ringpop and promise to be awesome forever and ever?)
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Sid baby 😫
You know I love to make you proud, gonna suck on that ring pop the second I put it on.
This fic is getting the utmost care because I know how much the movie means to most everyone, but I genuinely feel in my bones, that this Johnny Castle Eddie is one of the hottest Eddie's I've ever had the pleasure of writing.
Just think of brooding, tough Eddie who gets all soft and heartbroken when he thinks she won't introduce him to her dad because she's just using him like everyone else 😭
Oh, and the scene where he jumps over the railing to beat up Robbie? Yeah, you best believe you're getting a version of that my darling.
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icedbatik · 1 year
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Just considering how Sid spends his summers trying to disappear completely and Geno spends his summers reassuring us that he still exists.
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autism-connoisseur · 3 months
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KILLING MYSELF IMMEDIATELY
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