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inf3ct3dd · 6 months
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ellie headcanons pt.3,,,!!
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warnings: mentions of boobs, ass (lmao) , mild sexual content, use of the d-slur (jokingly)
content: loser!ellie x reader :3 my pookieeee
authors note: these r actually my favorite things to write ever like im so glad yall like them :333
pt. 2. taglist!!! masterlist!!!!
☆ REALLY likes beef jerky. she’ll just sit there and chew…
- her hands r just constantly freezing. like DEAD PERSON COLD ITS SCARYYYY!!! she definitely uses ur boobs as handwarmers and its JARRING because her hands are actually so cold 😞😞!!!
- HER FEET TOO!!! she has some sort of circulation issues bc you’ll be in bed together and she’ll put her feet on you and you’ll just turn into a cartoon ice cube 😕😕
- the SECOND u have some sort of drama she is seated. like she is so MESSY she will talk shit abt someone she knows absolutely nothing abt just bc u don’t like them. anyone you hate she hates 💪🏽💪🏽
- speaking of she is literally so sassy 😞😞 like she will literally full body turn away from you and look at the window while you drive if she’s mad at you.
- every time you say something even remotely sexual she’s looking at you like 🤨 and trying not to laugh. if you texted her “im coming” she’d burst out laughing and write back like “geez we’re just going to the zoo…didn’t know u were THAT excited”
- has the humor of a middle school boy. she has an actual problem w deez nuts jokes 😞😞 she thinks its SOOOO FUNNY to give u fake backshots whenever you bend over around her. fake moans and everything 💔💔
- a pharb AND a barb. she definitely knows all of super bass by heart, and she knows how to play savior complex on the guitar. duality of women!!!
- every time you say something nice to her she’s like “ew thats gay” and then she gets upset when u get upset for it 😞 so RUDE actually!!!
- really likes doing facemasks with you because you always put them on for her, and because you look really stupid with them on.
- this video. js this whole video like!!! she definitely has that dinosaur hand sanitizer AND that backpack!!
- likes rings cuz she thinks they make her look cool, but she literally cannot keep them for more than a month. they get lost SO EASILY!!!
- knows a concerning amount of things about the roman empire.
- definitely saw the barbie movie with you, and got so embarrassed at the ken guitar scene ☹️ “do i do that??” and you had to hold back laughter and tell her no
- if you have little siblings, they LOVE HER. she is so good with kids its insane. she would definitely do the griddy w ur little brother and you would NEVER let her live it down
- if you take her to a family gathering, she’s either talking with your uncles or hanging out with your younger cousins. she’s scared of your cousins your age bc they’re “cool like you”
- definitely bought you lego flowers at one point and sat on the floor and built them with you
- has those glow-in-the-dark stars on her bedroom ceiling
- would absolutely lick your salt lamp “for science”
- one time you put her hair in pigtails and she wore it the whole day, and refused to let her friends make fun of it cuz her “wife” did them
- talks about you like a 40 year old man talks about his wife. “gotta get home to the wife” definitely has “happy wife happy life!” on a tshirt
- built the two of you a house on minecraft and put your beds next to each otherrrr :((
- carved your name on her skateboard and guitar
- had an AWFUL emo phase in middle school. terrible. was absolutely an avid tumblr user
- such a nerd about vinyls. would take u on dates to her favorite vinyl store, and buy you a new vinyl player because “yours damages your vinyls, and the audio quality is shit” (you randomly bought it on amazon)
- just knows so many facts…about things…. like she’s always talking to you like “oh my god babe did you know that-“
- would get “jealous” of your pets whenever you’d pet them or hold them in front of her. just going up to your cat like “she likes me more than you”
- made herself one of those “i love my girlfriend” tshirts with your face on it
- your dad definitely loves her because they have so much in common. grilling, fishing,camping, she’s like the ultimate dad-dyke
- can fall asleep ANYWHERE. like the second she’s tired she’s just 😴😴 and she’s definitely using you as a pillow
- one time the two of you went to a family party and you found her asleep on two folded chairs
- you’re her wallpaper on all her devices.
- every time you ask her what she’s doing and she’s playing guitar shes like “just fingering my guitar”. she thinks its SOOOO HILARIOUS
- definitely says white ppl shit all the time on accident . one time she said “lets rock and roll” when you two were going somewhere and she literally didn’t talk for 5 minutes cuz you could not stop laughing
- LOVES burts bees !!! her lips always taste like their strawberry chapstick and its wonderful
- has a pair of lightning mcqueen crocs
- LOVESSSS when you paint her nails and do her makeup (she just likes you sitting on her lap)
- definitely one of those girls thats like. obsessed w doctor pepper. its a serious problem 😞😞!!!
- has a little shoe box full of receipts, polaroids of you, and little souvenirs from your dates. :((
- literally melts when you scratch her back
- very into horror games/analog horror. definitely binge watched markipliers “faith” gameplay and talked about it nonstop
- miles morales is def her fave superhero. has so many of his comics and LOVES the spiderverse movies. calls you her gwen 😞😞
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taglist!!! if ur name is crossed i cant tag u :((
@syrenada @dinaissoprettyoml @kingofmylastkiss @as2rid @greencacty @melissabarrerass @bratydoll @lov3lylotus @forelliesposts @echostinn @f3r4lfr0gg3r @r3wbeef @leatheredhearts @mousymaven @mina-281 @princessguardian444 @calystas-morning-tea @horror-whoree @slutshies @bearieio @mag-mfm @bubs-world @paran0id0blivi0n @sawaagyapong @bbygrlshelbs @gayh0rr0r @pl9ys @ellieslilslvvt @dollietes @elliesmellsbadd @ibloom4u @ddreabea @beestar120 @brunettedolls-blog @girlwonderchloe @elliesgflol @maris-koffin @emonopolyman @iloveeyousblog @fr3sh-tragedies @ilovaffles @certifedcrybunny @elleatethat @baldph0bic @clouded-whispers @4rt3m1ss @saggykneecaps @swtsuna @ell1esslutt @minixmel @yuyans-stuff @owmoiralover @thecowardwrites @lunascerebro @elliestrwbrry @iwantsoda @teeveegirl @dinasmoon @urnewghostfriend
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puppys-tiny-space · 4 months
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🩷shops for smols and bigs🩷
Just a small selection of shops I can recommend (mainly) from personal experience!
🍼pacis and similar:
🐰 @pacisbybunnie (insta, Tumblr, website) bunny has pacis, bottles and chewie bracelets, they have super cute items and great customer service, plus u can use my code "bunnybab for a discount" UK based
🧸 @cozypacicorner (insta, vinted, website) milk has incredible products, they sell pacis, paciclips and chewie bracelets, their customer service is great and she is just the sweetest, u can aslo use my code "bunnybab" here Based in France
🌸 @dreamydecos (insta, TikTok) Lily has super cute pacis, bows and sensory jars, their customer service is great and shipping time is fast! Based in Netherlands
🧃 @punkiepacis (insta, website) punkie has super cute products, great customer service and fast shipping! They sell pacis and bundles! US based
🩰 @florameow.co (insta, website) em has super cute pacis, I didn't buy from her yet but when I had questions in the past she was very nice! Also she is having a huge discount on a lot of pacis rn! UK based
🩷onesies and clothes:
🦕 @onesiesdownunder (insta, website, resellers) onesiedownunder has amazing products with a high quality and great sensory feel, they sell onesies, bloomers, paci-clips, bows, dungarees and dungaree dresses, they are 18+ and not all of their designs are sfw so keep that in mind! Australia based but resellers in europe and other countries
🩰 @babyyourdollco (insta, website, Etsy) babyyourdoll has super cute products, they have plain pacifiers, onesies, bibs, clothing and reusable fruit squeeze pouches. They are 18+! US based but some non-us shops offer customs with their bases
🚀 @everkidcouk (insta, Etsy, website) they have adorable products but I didn't try them (yet) their shop is completely sfw! They sell onesies and other clothing articles. UK based
🖍️stickers and art:
👑 @moomis_didney_castle (insta, Kofi, Patreon) moomi sells adorable stickers, their customer service is great and the products are amazing and durable! UK based
🧃 @nymphsgarden (insta) nymph makes adorable commissions usually based around fursonas, they r rly sweet and fun to work with! Online based
🦕 @littlessproutart (insta) sprout makes super cute commissions, they work fast and are super kind! Online based
🍼 @tny.preschool.bun aka me (insta, TikTok, Tumblr) you can always message me about commissions and find examples of my art on my insta and here! Insta is 18+ but non-sexual for personal reasons(The stuff in the picture at the bottom is also from me!) Online based
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Fun fact of the day: artificial banana flavoring is based off of an extinct kind of banana, which got wiped out in the 50s
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farmerstarter · 8 days
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Hi!! Could you do Sam HCs? It can be literally anything. I just love him so much :)
ʚ🛹ɞ ˚ · . Random Sam Headcanons
Tags: Sam from SDV x gn! reader
Hi! I'm so sorry for the super super super late response. Life has been pretty busy for the past few months and I haven't had the time to get on Tumblr. But, I'm slowly coming back to it! Anyway, likes and reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy, loves! 🌷🫶
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🎸 He was absolutely thrilled when you asked him to teach you how to skateboard. He immediately came knocking on your door the first thing in the morning the day after you brought it up, carrying his skateboard and some gear. You two spent the whole day going over the basics, with Sam holding your hands and trying not to laugh when you would scream over the tiniest things (“I’m going to die, Sam!” “It’s just a pebble!”). A cute add-on: Vincent and your pet would tag along sometimes, and they took it upon themselves to be your personal cheerleaders. After some time and a few bumps and bruises, you and Sam would often skateboard all around the town, trying to impress each other with tricks. Sam has your name etched on his skateboard, and you have his name on yours.
🎸 Personal HC where Sam and Vincent stumbled inside the fruit bat cave while they were visiting. Sam got bit by a bat, nothing too serious. Vincent is horrified, and Sam decided to mess with him by pretending to be a vampire. Suspiciously, you find yourself missing a jar of your homemade jam. Turns out, Sam “borrowed” it (And by that, I mean he scribbled a little note on the place where your jam used to be), and covered it all over his face pretending it’s blood. He got a big scolding from Jodi right after though.
🎸 Sam and Krobus friendship, Sam and Krobus friendship, Sam and Krobus friendship! It all started when Sam looked into the sewer to show Vincent that no, there is no monster in the sewage canal. He was soon face to face with a shadow man and it was over. Krobus has a knack for beating the hard levels on Sam's video game and their friendship budded from there. Sometimes, Sam would disguise Krobus with his clothes so they can watch movies in the cinema together. You found out about them when you walked in on Sam trying to teach Krobus how to play the drums in the greenhouse.
🎸 Sam asked Jodi to teach him how to bake after he had the bright idea to ask you out on a picnic when you two started dating. It all started when Penny showed him those fancy little cakes that she ordered from Zuzu City as a treat for Vincent after the kid passed his math exam. Penny mentioned how you saw those cakes when she bumped into you by the bus stop and thought they were cute. Cue a light bulb in Sam’s head. Sam’s not the best cook, but he’s got the enthusiasm. He ended up with a lopsided two-tier cake with a little blob of fondant on top of it (Vincent’s lips pursed, “What’s with the brown rock?” Sam sputtered while Jodi’s laughter chittered in the air close by. “It’s a chicken!”). Sam would make up for it years later when he would remake the same cake for your wedding anniversary.
🎸 Sam would randomly call you in the middle of a rainy day and just play guitar riffs. No words exchanged. When he’s done, he will just hang up.
🎸 Sam gives you pretty seashells that he and Vincent dig up on the beach (sometimes with a little help from Elliott and Willy) instead of flower bouquets. He doesn’t want to risk sneezing all over you when the pollen would inevitably make his nose red.
🎸 Sam had a whole phase of wearing a cowboy hat when he’s working on the farm for the first few months.
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muddyfae · 1 year
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Tips for Witchcraft in the Dorm
If you're in a situation where you have a roommate that may not be open to your craft, you're in the broom closet and being in college makes it even harder to practice, you're starting your witch journey while in college, you couldn't take a full sized altar to school, or you're like me and attend a private Christian college (ugh) that makes you feel the need to be discreet, this post is for you!
If you have an altar: Find a way to downsize your altar. For some this isn't a huge thing, but I'm the kind of gal that liked to go all out with my space. The best way to do it is to find a box or container that can be moved easily and has all your essentials, and only take what can fit. If you can't fit certain tools, it's best to find substitutions. A small bowl that can hold water will work just as well as a crystal ball. Putting herbs in bags will allow more room than jars.
Alternative to candle magic: I know the urge to put tape over that fire alarm is real but I'm unfortunately a goody two shoes. Luckily wax burners exist and you can get all the fun of candle magic minus the flame. I like to draw sigils into my wax before melting it for spellwork; and you can get all sorts of different colored wax. If you need unscented wax, you can buy white wax and dye it.
Some discreet types of magic to look into:
Tea. Tea. Tea. I cannot stress how useful tea magic is. There's loads of information about it right here on Tumblr! Most dorms allow ectric teapots and tea is easy to store.
Knot magic. Here's a great post about it. Absolutely any kind of spell can be done with a knot and it's super easy to implement into everyday activities.
Moon magic. Guys, the moon is awesome. Work with it. Moon water is a great manifestation tool and corresponding anything with the moon phases is an instant boost. It's also free and super easy.
Sigils. Really fun to learn and really easy to draw in a couple journals, on a foggy window, in your tea as you stir it, or on your skin. I recommend Pinterest if you're trying to find tutorials.
Runes. I like to cast physical runes but there's lots of ways to use these in everyday magic. Each symbol has their own meaning and there's an abundance of information on them. Similar to sigils, I like to draw them on things.
Extra tips:
Learn the correspondences for each day of the week. Doing little things for each day will keep you connected to your craft as you get through college.
Anything can be a chalice. Cleanse that cup and you're good to go.
Astrology is your friend.
I'm here for you. College is hard. Dorming can be a pain too.
I hope this helps someone. Reblog if you can. Love you all!
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alicechugstea · 2 months
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|| it's in your eyes || sidney crosby - pt ii
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pairing: sidney crosby x pro-athlete!reader
wc: 7.9k (holy shit i did not mean for that to happen)
warnings: no chapter specific ones. tw - suicidal lyrics as quoted from "S.O.S (Sawed Off Shotgun)" by The Glorious Sons
summary: you think that’s the last you’ll see of sidney crosby and the pittsburgh pens. then the video goes viral and gives someone a reason to pay you a visit
VIDEO: Pittsburgh Penguins @Penguins: New Challenge! Pittsburgh Penguins Try - Judo > no way she threw crosby like that, dude weighs 91kg and she just reaches his chest, i call faking it for the PR  >>ummm hello?? can you not read??? y/n l/n was literally the judoka national champion TWICE, she’s the judo head coach at XX Gym, and one of their Fight Team coaches?? like what are you on about
>petition to get not old men in. y/n was in the mma circuit for a while too, i can’t be the only one who wants to see connor bedard or dunns throw a real punch.
> "I'm exicited to learn" "Im not" "We can try" 😂😂😂
> imagine in their next game if they used these. the carnage. the penalty minutes. 
>> The NHL: i don't like the look on your face. geno: this only look i got ))))
TWITTER: Pittsburgh Penguins @Penguins: Final tallies below! 
>most times getting your name yelled out by y/n contest like you’ve been caught in the cookie jar again  - malkin (32 times)
> landed the most successful throws - crosby 
> we thought he’d be better at this - carter
> got a little too into it and now we’re a little nervous - jarry, jake, malkin. 
> achieved first name basis - 0. No one wins. y/n runs a tight ship!  >> y/n only calling them by mister or sir has the same vibe as hearing ur mum use ur full name on u  >> Kudos to her absolute professionalism. I'd be freaking out about one of them breaking an ankle or something.  >>>them glutes be insured for thousands of $$$
>> Surprised she didn’t give up on 'Mr Malkin' by the end! (She was real close though - it definitely looked like she was about to Full Name him)  >>> Pittsburgh Penguins - We need to amend the score. Sidney, 1, according to the man himself 🧐 >>>>e.malkin71geno: no!!! how?? is not nice thing to lie!!!!! 
48 comments below 👇 
>ok but can we talk about whatever’s going on between crosby and y/n? I mean, there’s being competitive (its crosby what do we expect) and then there’s whatever THAT is
>i haven’t seen giggly little bastard sidney crosby since his A days
>compare timestamps at 1:02, 3:44 to 8:26- 9:55. awkward penguin to giggly shit stirrer pathway directly corresponds to him etting physically closer and closer to y/n. coincidence?? I THINK NOT >> also corresponds to y/n looking more and more constipated too. Amaguchi Martial Arts Academy + 117 follows 
y/n instagram + 89 follow requests 
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The video gets quietly uploaded to the official Pittsburgh Penguins Youtube the following week after a few sneak peeks and previews on Twitter. The gym makes the polite and mandatory instagram post on the same day, with you and your assistant smiling with the Pens team.
It sits comfortably on their channel for another week, almost two, and then hockey TikTok gets a hold of it. 
The video explodes overnight.
ESPN, SPORTSNET, the NHL itself, even Tim Hortons - they’re all jumping on the video with their own retweeting and resharing. The original video was sitting at about 380k views, and then skyrocketed to a million overnight.
The rest of internet, of course, is having a fucking field day. 
Tumblr has already made and shared numerous gifs from the video that have become staple memes in the group chat (your first throw at full speed and then the super zoom in PO’s subsequent ‘oh big yikes’ face)
Someone’s compiled a gif set of Geno’s “Hug and Throw Special”. About half of them are of you being picked up by him and carried away at random intervals, usually while you're trying to assist someone. There’s another gifset featuring just Karlsson’s legs cartwheeling about, a lot of candid Letang shots strolling around the mat like a GQ model in the too short borrowed gi, and a shockingly large collection of screenshots of your face giving “disappointed cillian murphy vibes.” There’s a particularly good two set of you looking up at Sidney Crosby (who’s looking back down at you with a roguish grin so large his eyes are practically closed, tongue poking out between his teeth,) and then directly at the camera like Michael Scott from The Office.
All of this you only find out when Maggie lunges at you at work the next day, her phone shoved right into your face as you just manage to catch your phone. 
“Look at this! Do you see this?! Are you seeing this?!” Maggie shakes her phone, practically vibrating out of her entire body, her eyes huge behind her glasses. All you can work out is a blurry black and yellow logo? You sigh and shove her hand away.
“Mags, how am I supposed to see anything if it’s in my face like that?” Maggie’s enthusiasm makes her a great front of house receptionist for the gym, especially when they have the weekend flood for the kid’s classes. Other times, it just makes you feel a lot older than you actually are. Despite only having just turned 26, it’s moments like these where you wonder if moving out alone to an acreage with a dog and a couple of chickens in Seattle would’ve been a better idea than impulsively agreeing to Toshi’s offer. Fucking Pittsburgh? Really? They don’t even have a Chinatown anymore, for god’s sake. 
How do you lose Chinatown?
Maggie’s already scurried back to the front desk, leaving you to grab your gear from the laundry room. There’s supposed to be a team meeting at 2pm for the upcoming debut of the gym’s newest amateur fighter, and Toshi’s also asked you to cover teen Muay Thai tonight.
“This wouldn’t be a problem if you checked anything other than Facebook,” she calls out, clacking away furiously on the desktop. “Which, again, is only for boomers and their minion memes.”
You shuck off your track pants for your vale-tudo spats, the Half Sumo compression shorts with the cute sushi pattern that the team got you for your birthday. For the moment you leave your shirt on (so what if it’s an old World Taekwondo Federation top that’s basically just a crusty, threadbare sleep shirt at this point? It says WTF on it. It’s funny.)
“Yes, yes, I’m old, your dad’s old, we’re all old boomers only a knee replacement away from death,” you chirp back, sliding around Maggie’s chair now that you’re pretty much ready for the afternoon. "Even though Toshi's in his 50s and I just turned 26." Maggie rolls her eyes and you quickly check your phone for any new messages. 
“Now what was the thing that I had to be seeing?” you ask wryly.
A series of clicks, and then Maggie’s tapping the computer screen.
“This thing.” 
VIDEO: Viral NHL x Pittsburgh Penguins Players Try Judo with Y/N L/N
1.2 million views 
Comments - 420
This time you do drop your phone. 
“1.2 million views?!” 1.2 million people wasted nearly 15 minutes of their life watching you throw hockey players, hockey players throwing you, and hockey players trying to throw each other? 
“With trending hashtags! #pittsburghpenguins #amaguchigym #y/n_l/n" "How are you doing that with your mouth-"
“And about 60 new memberships so far!”
Toshi’s large hand comes crashing down on your shoulder, his booming laugh shaking you. You can already feel the headache coming. Distantly, you wonder how much it would cost for a last minute plane ticket back to Seattle. 1.2 million views of grown men being thrown around while you try not to walk off, find a quiet corner and pray to God.
“I told you this was a great idea, look how much business it’s brought in! And you’ve gotten quite a few new fans yourself!” No wonder your instagram notifications had been blowing up this morning. You hadn’t bothered to check any of them, instead silencing your phone and assuming that it had been some sort of spam bot action since all you post on your instagram is the occasional food pic.
“It’s not that big of a deal,” you reply, but you know that’s a weak deference. It is a big deal - not just professionally for the gym, but also just…personally, for who you are and, like it or not, who you represent.
Being a professional athlete at any stage of life is difficult, nevermind at the age of 14, and even exponentially more so being a girl, and ethnic, and the eldest in a migrant family too. Yes, your journey can be characterised by competitions and internationals and scheduling hours of training between assessments and babysitting and translating bank letters for your parents, but it’s also so heavily marked by the endless reworking of your character, trying to fit into all these different spaces and roles that just won't make the space for you.
You’ve worked incredibly hard over those years to manage that instinctual urge to arch up against anyone bigger than you, and dismissive of you. This has historically been the most difficult with men. Older, white, men. It's always been something you, and Toshi, have taken into account. That's why you take the majority of the kid's and teen's classes. That's why you really only step in to run the advanced classes when there really isn't anyone available. 
That's why there are really only a handful of places you frequent in Pittsburgh, besides home and work. Fame doesn't always come with fortune, and not all publicity is good publicity. 
But Toshi’s ecstatic face eases any regrets. It means increased security and stability for Toshi, the gym, and everyone here. It means that they have a stronger reputation out in the community. It means more help and support for when things get rough again, that the business will have a further increase in profits so the gym can invest in more security cameras instead of wasting time scrubbing spray painted slurs off the front doors, so that Toshi and you can purchase more gear to sell at discounts for the families who can't quite afford it.
Giving up a few hours of your life was worth it for this.
"You're happy," Maggie says, peering up to look at her father. Toshi's smile hasn't dulled in the slightest, his crows feet and laugh lines out in full force.
"Of course I am! Now we have so many more new students! Our reputation is now premium martial arts gym."
"You just want more private clients for the money."
"Of course. How else can we get more special visitors in? John Danaher workshop not cheap, you know." He tsks, shaking his head.
There's more clacking away at the desktop. Maggie has that particular glint in her eyes that makes you instinctively take a step back, lest you find yourself an unfortunate obstacle in her path.
"If we're going to have increased numbers, it also means the girls can get more shifts, and that means I can finally revamp our socials!"
Toshi frowns. "What's wrong with our facebook?" he asks, pouting. It looks ridiculous on the 52 year old with the salt and pepper stubble and surfers' tan. "I worked very hard on it, you know. Every class, I make stories!" 
You refuse to make eye contact with Maggie's pointed look.
She lets out an over dramatic sigh anyway. "Father, please. Facebook is fine for parents, but I've been telling you to up our insta and snapchat game since forever, especially if we wanna promote our fight team! Also, TikTok? Come on. This is a golden goose opportunity."
You sink into the other office chair, fiddling with the ends of your braid. Toshi still has that pinched, grouchy look on his face, but you know that he'll come around to the idea eventually. Either way, Maggie's the one who knows all the login details for their accounts. "Well, then you can make a special Instagram story time for today." Toshi sighs, rubbing his chin in thought.
Besides the team meeting at 2, you're clear until normal class times from 6pm. There shouldn’t be any events that require a special Instagram story - the majority of the time it’s used to advertise classes or post reminders regarding any schedule changes.
"Why? What's happening?" you ask carefully. There’s a growing sense of alarm building in your gut, fine tuned from years of knowing Toshi.  
Toshi peeks up at the clock with a calculating look. "Oh, they said they wanted to visit the gym for a thank you press event. Something small and informal, so don’t have to worry about filming new video.”
Out of the corner of your eye you can see Maggie lean right back into her chair and stare up towards the heavens.
"...And when were they going to do that?"
"Today."
With perfect comedic timing, there's the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, followed by the slamming of car doors and a litany of voices. The melodic cadence of a thick, Russian tinted voice follows an annoyingly familiar giggle (vocal fry and all.)
Toshi's face brightens even as he turns to meet you and Maggie's equal looks of dismay and resignation.
"At 12!" It’s currently 12.
You close your eyes, channelling as much serenity into your mind as you can. Ah. Seattle, Seattle... Maybe you should've told them you were actually a diehard Krakens fan, sorry, no can do with a rival team!
"There's clean coaches' shirts in the storage room. Probably."
You're grateful that Maggie doesn't comment on the speed in which you disappear into the back office, or the string of incredibly foul language you mutter that you know that she knows is definitely directed towards her father. 
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“Euh, is there room for us?” 
The media team have finished packing the minivan and are about to jump in and go when Geno appears with Sidney at his side.
Sonya glances up from her phone, a little surprised. “Oh, Sidney! I didn’t know you were joining us.”
He shoots a wry grin, face scrunching up.He knows Geno is rolling his eyes at him. “Last minute decision. I figured with how much talk this video has generated for our team, it’s only proper to give a full thank you.” 
Sidney also never passes by an opportunity involving youth sports in Pittsburgh. The original video collaboration may not have been about hockey, but based on some of the stats the Little Penguins team has been texting him, the video has also generated much more interest (if that was even possible) back into their skate program. They’re even floating the idea of extending the age bracket, and perhaps develop something that would focus specifically on supporting young girls who want to progress to professional hockey leagues. They’re already speaking to the PWHL in preparation.
There are also his own, personal reasons as to why he wants to come along to this specific event where there are no other players (besides Geno) and ergo, no other distractions. 
But they don’t need to know that. 
Sonya takes quick stock of Sidney - for a ‘last minute decision,’ he seems impeccably prepared. His curls are artfully tousled, held in place with a dash of pomade. Instead of loose athletic gear like Geno, Sidney's sporting a wellfitting white tee with a deep v-neck and one of the tighter pairs of tailored jeans he owns.
“Jump in the back of the Honda, and we’ll be good to go.”
Sidney pretends not to see Geno’s knowing glance, clasping his hands loosely together. He can’t stop the rhythmic tapping of his foot though, the only thing that gives away his anticipation.
As the cars whizz towards the nearby Strip District and its line of gorgeous, red brick warehouses, Sidney thumbs through his phone. 
It’s times like this where he’s actually grateful for the existence of social media, but no screenshot or photograph can truly do justice to your burning, almost flippant gaze. 
Sidney itches to see it again, to have it so overwhelmingly intent on him again, so that he doesn’t miss a single moment when he makes it melt down into slack, soft bliss. 
Ah, y/n l/n. He hopes you’re just as ready as he is.
—- 
A few weeks shouldn’t make much of a difference, but something in Sidney rouses the moment he sees you.
It might have to do with the fact that you’re not in your gear.  
Skin that was previously covered by a rashguard and layers of cotton gi are now exposed by the sleeveless muscle tank that sports the gym’s logo and COACH across the back, and the short, tight spats you’re wearing. The planes of your well-trained body are on full display - tanned skin gives warmth to the gallery of tattoos on your arms (he wants to see if there are tan-lines, and where do they stop-) and his eyes track the definition of your thighs, the angle of your plump ass, your broad shoulders, spending a little too long observing your ample chest before finally settling on your face. 
He takes in your stoic expression, the slightest furrow of your brow, notes how your hair escapes your unruly braid, hands resting on your hips while Sonya exchanges introductions with the boisterous owner of the gym. You’re barefoot and he’s in sneakers, so the height difference is further emphasised. 
“y/n,” Sidney Crosby grins at you. 
You inhale. Count four beats. Exhale. There’s no mistaking the way his gaze had travelled up and down your body, calculating in its heat. It sends your skin prickling with goosebumps, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by Sidney’s sharp eyes. 
The thought that just a simple look from him can garner such an unconscious reaction from you has the heat in his belly simmering
“Good afternoon,” you reply politely, albeit a little stiff. You find yourself straightening out your posture, shifting your feet into a stable, box stance. Around you, the media team is snapping pictures of everything and anything - the photographs and memorabilia mounted on the wall, Geno and Toshi’s boisterous greeting, and most definitely of you and Crosby staring each other down.
“Thank you for coming, Mr Crosby-“
It only takes him two strides until he’s face to face with you, his hand coming up to grab yours in a firm handshake. It’s only through force of habit that you don’t take a step back in response, trained to hold your ground when needed. It does mean that Sidney’s proximity forces you to tilt your head up so that you don’t end up face planted into his wide chest. 
“Call me Sidney, remember?” he says, still smiling widely.
You drop the handshake and remain tight-lipped. Sidney’s brown eyes flicker, and you keep your face as blithe as possible as you turn away from him to greet Malkin, Sonya, and the rest of the media staff. 
The Pittsburgh Penguins have organised a gift hamper of sorts which includes the stock standard gifts and a signed certificate from the Pens Foundation, thanking the gym for its contributions to youth sports. 
The two hockey players stand on one side, you and Toshi on the other. In the middle, it’s you and Sidney holding the certificate, Toshi holding the gift hamper. 
“Okay, everyone, in 3, 2-“
At the last moment, an arm comes up behind your shoulders and Sidney closes the small, carefully maintained gap between the two of you while both Geno and Toshi suddenly lean in tight to squish your group sandwich even more, the tall bastards. You just resist the impulse to kick out Crosby’s legs. 
There’s a flurry of camera flashes, and then the photographer gives their thumbs up. 
The four of you pull apart and you inwardly groan. However that photo looks (and you don’t wanna see it) it’s going to be plastered all over the internet, with Maggie at the helm ready to spam you with the most delightfully unhinged comments she can find. But at least it’s over, and the whole media team and whatnot can go back to their ice hockey house. 
You always found doing media a little uncomfortable - it made you too highly aware of yourself for all the wrong reasons, especially as you grew older, stronger, and better. For an awkward period of time during your later teenage years, the composition of your body was constantly shifting, trying to find its own balance in between all the conditioning, training, nutritional plans, and good old standard hormones. For y/n l/n, the professional athlete out in , being photographed or filmed in your gi and on the mats was what you preferred. 
“Euh, we had a big increase in numbers in our little pens program,” Sidney suddenly says, startling you out of your thoughts. “A lot more girls.”
The look on his face is unnervingly gracious. It’s not a look you’ve encountered before. It kind of makes you want to poke the bear a little, so to speak.
“In Crosby’s Little Penguins?” you ask. “Growing your army of little ice hockey children?”
To your absolute delight, his face and the tips of his ears go pink. Sidney runs a hand across the scruff of his chin, blinking bashfully at you. 
“Maybe not so little anymore,” he replies. “They said the numbers are good enough that we can support the next age bracket up.” 
“We’re going to partner up with the PWHL to have a specific programme for older girls who are hoping to go pro, to help with the financial costs and such.” 
Hockey is an expensive sport. Sidney still remembers the constant sacrifices his own parents made to make sure he was able to keep playing. Not just for new gear several times a year to fit a fast growing teenage boy, but for the additional fitness training, the petrol for all the car trips ferrying him back and forth to training, nevermind the sheer amount of money that went into feeding him. 
He knows that it’s worse for girls, and that historically it doesn’t necessarily get better when they reach professional levels. Having that video go so viral was a huge blessing, and he knows it’s in part because of your presence. 
“Sidney!”
Oh-?
“That’s amazing!” You punch him in the arm in excitement, unable to stop yourself bouncing up and down on your toes. Sidney giggles in response, his face and shoulders scrunching up as you continue to jostle him, your child-like glee infectious. 
“That’s so good to hear, seriously, it really is,” and you’re so genuine in your response, all that previous apprehension suddenly thawed out, that Sidney looks stunned. You can’t help it. Youth sports have always held a close place in your heart - it’s how you meet Toshi and his family in the first place. 
“Actually, we’ve had a big uptick in kid’s memberships too because of that video,” you add.
“We’ve always had really good numbers for our kids’ classes anyway, but as they get older a lot of them drop off, girl’s especially,” you continue as you gesture to some of the photographs on the wall that showcase the different classes at the gym. 
“But Mags did the numbers and our MMA and Muay Thai teen’s classes are almost at 50/50 because a lot of the girl’s are continuing enrolment from juniors,” Of course, there are plenty of other reasons why that’s happening, but even you won’t deny that even in the incredibly short time that the collaboration has been out, 
“And all because I tossed the Pittsburgh Penguins around for an hour,” you chirp Sidney and he barks out a laugh in surprise, hip-checking you in response (“Hey-! This isn’t the ice, Crosby!”) How easily that mask you were wielding in front of him has slipped away to reveal this bold, cheeky, sweet, young thing now giving him an impromptu tour.
You direct Sidney’s attention to one of the black and white photos on the wall. There’s three kids in their uniforms standing on what looks like a small 3 tier podium, all of them with medals around their necks. The child in the number 1 spot is the only girl, her blonde hair tightly braided, arms raised in a victory flex as wide as her smile.
“This is Jana, one of our students with her first gold in jiujitsu - she’s 9 in that one. Actually, she’s our top competitor, always has been!” 
Sidney’s eyebrows jump in surprise as he follows you down the wall, listening attentively to your eager explanations of the new few photos of a progressively older Jana, still rocking that first place medal. 
The most recent one has him stop. It’s the first photo that he’s seen in the front area that has you in it. You’ve got Jana lifted up on your shoulders, the two of you caught mid-laugh by the camera. The sheer, unbridled joy on your face is enchanting, your eyes aglow like the first place medal Jana has gripped tightly in her fist. 
Surrounding the two of you is your whole crew of attendees, family and friends spectators, and a gaggle of teens and kids crowding closest to you - the only coach in that photo.  
San Jose Kids International Open - IBJJF Jiu-Jitsu Championships. 
It’s obvious to anyone that while it’s a photo officially celebrating Jana’s victory, it’s more accurately a celebration of you - y/n l/n. Not just a stern faced, championship level judoka, but a coach that supports youth sports, is beloved and highly respected for that passion, and looks adorable the whole goddamn time. 
“Your students really value you.” 
Now it’s your turn to blush. 
“I’d be a pretty terrible coach if they didn’t value me,” you try and joke, waving your hand dismissively. You find yourself flustered, swaying from one foot to the other. 
Sidney finds your self-deprecation unexpected. It's very much at odds with the public persona you've been presenting, and this change highlights the difference in experience and age between you two. 
Very quickly, you've shifted presence - a fellow veteran on the bench to a wide-eyed rookie being taken under his wing. 
"They do, y/n," he repeats gently. "Anyone who takes the time to look closely can tell." You barely look at him, fidgeting with a few stray pieces of lint on your shirt. 
The thing is, when you did make the move to Pittsburgh, you didn't start at the gym immediately. At the time, the idea of stepping straight into a martial arts dedicated environment again made you shake. Attending as a client of the gym was one thing, being a fully dedicated coach was another. You'd be back under scrutiny, fighting to build a reputation back up again, to appear at some level worthy enough for the colour of the belt you wore. Knowing that there would be people who would know who you are, or who you were, made the thought even more terrifying. 
But once again, the thing that gave you the confidence to make the move in the first place was Toshi’s endless kindness and complete nonjudgement. He let you take those incremental steps into coaching at his gym while you dillied and dallied about - covering for someone when they were sick, jumping in to help new students and trials, before moving on as an assistant coach for the kids classes, and then finally, nearly six months later, taking up his original offer of being a full time employee at the gym. 
“I don’t really think you can tell that from just a few photos, Mr Crosby.” You say eventually. “I’d say you probably need to actually see me coaching during our normal hours. Without all the cameras.”
During the conversation, the two of you have migrated closer to each other. Now Sidney is stubbornly pressed up against your side. Through the cotton of his shirt and despite the thickness of the denim, every part of him that makes contact with you throbs in dull, steady warmth. 
“I’ll hold you to that then, eh?” 
“I mean, if you want to, I’m not going to stop you, and I know Toshi certainly isn’t going to either,” you huff. Toshi is actually getting along remarkably well with Geno, based on the quickening back and forth conversation they’re having. And the growing volume of laughter. 
“I’m not going to get thrown around this time, am I?” 
“Of course not - full VIP package. You get to watch the throwing this time, and we don’t have to worry about the insurance on your huge--uh,” 
“My huge…?”
You quickly step away from Sidney, fumbling your words. Sidney, the bastard, follows close.
“I was going to say huge ego, Mr Crosby, jeez,” You shove your elbow against him, and he shoves back. “Haha, I thought you said no checking, y/n?” He hip bumps you, unexpectedly hard, making you stumble with a yelp. Sidney’s giggling has descended into full blown guffaws. 
You gain your footing and whirl back on him, your eyebrows up to your hairline. Being knocked off balance? You? Y/n L/n, national champion in the kicking and throwing of asses and egos? In your gym too? The blatant disrespect!
“Wow, alright, okay, I see how it is-“ and you charge at him, the two of you now caught in an impromptu wrestling match, both of you playfully knocking into each other with shoulders and hips and arms and hands. Your horseplay is quickly descending into intense roughhousing though, the two of you being dragged down by how badly you both take losing in any way. 
Perhaps there is commonality between being a two time national judoka champion, and a three time Stanley Cup winner - stupidly high levels of competitiveness. 
You go to drag him down into a headlock, but he ducks out with a practised twist before jabbing his fingers under your arm, tickling the side of your ribs.
“SHIT-!” 
Your swear is loud and embarrassingly high pitched as you grab Sidney’s wrist and yank it away. The motion brings the two of you lurching into each other, his other hand flinging out to steady himself on your waist, his chin knocking against your forehead painfully. It’s the perfect set up for a glorious okuri ashi barai sweep, and if that doesn’t make Sidney Crosby beg uncle then you’ll eat your own damn-
“Children, children!” 
The two of you freeze.
“Fighting not in lobby, only upstairs!”
Geno purses his lips, trying to maintain his stern facade. Behind him, Toshi is looking with a carefully curated blank face. 
“Flirting too.”
Geno’s grin has reached shit-eating levels. Toshi’s lips twitch. Maggie is shaking slightly, her fist shoved between her teeth, face going red with suppressed laughter.
You jump away from Sidney, absolutely mortified. Sidney just looks coy. 
It slides off his face the second he sees yours shutter cold, the mask slamming violently back into place. It stays on, fixed like welded steel, as you all say your thank yous and goodbyes. 
The physical distance returns, y/n carefully manoeuvring herself around so that there was always at least one person between her and Sidney, and for the rest of their time there she only addresses Sidney as a combined unit with Geno or the Pittsburgh Penguins.
When the media team finally closes the boot of the van, ready to drive back and Sidney glances out the window as the car pulls out of the parking lot, you’re already gone. 
—-
Sidney doesn’t actually manage to visit the gym for nearly three weeks, too busy with a loaded schedule that includes several away games and the Night of Assists smack bang in the middle of it all. 
It leaves him a little snippier than usual when things go wrong. It’s not like he meant to slam the bench door so hard that the whole damn building could hear, and it’s not the first time they’ve stumbled across him aggressively doing pushups in the tunnel.
It’s just.
He never got your number, didn’t think to ask at the time either, so neither of you have actually talked to each other since the first visit to your gym. And it’s not as if he had a believable enough reason to ask you for your number at the time too. If all he had planned to do was visit the gym during regular class hours, then contacting the front desk was all that needed to be done. 
You definitely wouldn’t have given it to him after Geno’s little chirp. 
It’s surprising how not being able to talk to you has affected his mood so much, the whole thing made worse by the fact that he doesn’t actually know when he would be able to see you - in person, at least. 
The Pittsburgh Penguins haven’t been the only team in contact with you. 
The Dallas Stars must’ve reached out to you that first evening, because they uploaded a Youtube short as a preview for an upcoming video that second week after Sidney visited the gym -  Dallas Stars vs Y/N L/N: Mixed Martial Arts. Watching how you and Tyler Seguin have your arms flung around each other’s shoulders, roaring with laughter because Lundkvist is running around with Jason Robertson trapped in a fireman’s carry…the rumbling under his skin grows restless. 
He knows that the others can sense his discontent, even if they don’t know why. More of them choose to stay with Sidney after practice, long after when they themselves would usually leave for the day. 
He skates, he shoots pucks, he traces the letters on the ice. He sits on the bench and watches the shift, he yells at them to wheel, he bites down hard on his mouthguard when he gets slammed into boards, and racks up so many penalties in the game against the Bruins that Geno voluntarily speaks to the media afterwards, even though they won 2-1 in regulation. 
Sidney grinds his teeth, and knows he’s in trouble. 
It’s why he makes a beeline for the gym, not even bothering to head home first, instead choosing to dump his bags and shower quickly in the arena’s locker room. 
When he pulls up to the gym, he’s surprised to see how full the carpark is for a Monday evening and he has to turn around and park on the street. 
It’s loud as he approaches, all sorts of noise and movement from a proverbial crowd of adults and children when he enters the lobby. His entry doesn’t seem to register - people too busy moving between the floors to get to their next class, parents fumbling with gear bags as their kids nearly walk into the walls, too busy gulping down gatorade. 
One such kid practically waddling in their oversized blue uniform bumps into Sidney’s legs, his hand automatically reaching out to steady them. They crane their little face up at Sidney, huge eyes blinking under sweaty curls. 
“Swuidy Cwosy?” He puts his finger to his lips with a wink, before hurrying away before the parents take notice. 
The woman zipping back and forth behind the front desk is fortunately the same one he met last time - Toshi’s daughter, Maggie, if he remembers correctly. 
Sensing the approach of a person, Maggie’s customer service voice automatically switches on. 
“Hey there, how can I help-” and she actually jumps when she sees Sidney’s sheepish face hiding underneath his baseball cap. 
She stares at him, looks around, looks back at him. Opens her mouth to say something, closes it. Sidney watches her eyebrows creep into her hairline, can practically see her brain connecting the dots.
Someone behind them gasps, and there's a bit of tittering.
Maggie chews her lip, her eyes calculating.
"She's just gone to cover a class. You can wait for her up there. Third floor." She finally replies. The question she’s answering is obvious and he can feel her watching him as he ducks inside.
The familiar smells of dried sweat and recycled air waft down as Sidney follows the sounds of feet and limbs hitting vinyl and rubber, something grungy and heavy with bass guitar in the background.
"Alright people, let's get warmed up!"
Your voice is clear and crisp over the music blasting from the speakers, the honeyed drawl of The Glorious Sons filling the room with charged, electric energy.
Spurred on, Sidney rushes up the last flight, skipping past steps.
He nearly slips when he misses the very last step, immediately hypnotised by what he sees.
You've clearly only just arrived to the class yourself, having rushed over from another floor. The huge group of people jogging around the mat switch to low posture side shuffling at your command, while you hurry to change into the classes' matching uniform - athletic shorts and the gym's branded shirts.
It means that when Sidney sees you for the first time in a month, he sees you straight up stripping out of your clothes.
There's no trace of awkwardness as you shimmy out of your pants, kicking them into the corner. The high-waisted shorts you're wearing are even shorter than the ones you were in last time. 
Yeah, they sent the taxman
I lost my job, and
You got hooked on oxycodone
"Coach, what the hell is this song?" Someone hollers out as they pass you. “Aren’t you too old for emo?”
You just laugh in response - hearty, full body one that has your body curling up as you flip them off.
"You said the music last week was boring-"
"It was national anthems of the world-"
"Shut up and get sprinting, CJ! Corner to corner, forwards then backwards!" Then you fling your gi jacket off with a flourish, caught up in the groove of the music and evidently more than comfortable to start peeling off your rashguard in front of all these familiar faces.
Sidney's brain nearly short circuits. If he thought the shorts were a shock, this actually makes him lean up against the wall. 
Underneath is just a tight sports bra, the crisscrossing straps across your back drawing attention to how your muscles ripple underneath the lights as you search through your bag. 
They shut the lights off
They took the car, and
I bought a sawed-off shotgun
It also reveals to Sidney that at least on your back, you don't have any tanlines. 
That beautiful view goes as quickly as it came, covered up as you finally find a spare top. You turn the music down to gather everyone's attention before striding towards one of the hanging sandbags. 
Sidney lets himself relax, keeping his presence as unassuming as possible. There have definitely been a few shocked looks, but no one has come up to him, most likely because everyone is intently focused on your instructions and your stern, no-nonsense tone. 
This is the first time he's seen you completely in your element - no put upon airs, no suggestions of that enduring media training, none of that distance you're always so careful to maintain with Sidney. 
So he takes the opportunity to learn how an easy-going y/n l/n looks, to see how much more of you, the real you, gleams through the facade. 
He watches your confident movements, inhaling sharply as you demonstrate a series of powerful kicks, your checking kick making the heavy bag swing. He watches how you fiddle with the music again when the class goes to practise those kicks, and carefully notes how you favour bouncy indie rock that you can sway a little to. 
He watches how you monitor each and every student with a keen eye, and how you expectedly maneuverer yourself from position to position, calmly explaining the concept of head control, and that you need to pull the head down at the same time as shooting your knee up, if you want to make sure you really, properly break your opponents' nose.
It's when the other coach finally arrives, apologising to the class about their car troubles that you finally notice him. You chat briefly with your coworker, their face tired, yours concerned, before you pat them gently on the back and turn towards Sidney, walking towards him with an expression that seems mostly exasperated, but just the slightest bit fond when Sidney sees you up close. It makes him feel a little…hopeful.
"Mr Crosby, what in the world are you doing here?" you ask.
Sidney stands straight, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.
"You said I should come see the gym during regular classes, remember?" He can't resist the chirp, nor does he resist stepping in to knock against you amicably.
"You should've called up and let us know you were coming. Monday's our busiest night of the week - can't exactly give you a proper tour if I'd been flat out," you huff.
Distinctly aware of the attention the two of you are drawing, you lead Sidney back down, doing your best to explain to him the layout of the gym, answering his questions about the other photos and certificates mounted on the walls (“Is he doing a backwards roll to throw the guy over his head?” “Oh, yeah, an overhead sweep. Common enough in jiujitsu, but-“ “I wouldn’t be able to do that with skates and gloves on, eh?”) he gets stopped a few times, especially when they get to the bottom floor where there's a teens Muay Thai class on. You warn everyone that they've got two minutes max to get a photo or autograph from Sidney Crosby, and you stand back to watch the mad rush of teenagers vibrating with excitement next to the Pittsburgh Penguins captain.
Eventually you have to physically drag Sidney away, his Canadian niceties and overall good guy self unwilling to let any kid miss out. "You're such a distraction, seriously!" you yell, shoving him back up towards the lobby, even as the class behind you groans in disappointment and begs you to let him stay ("Please, please, pleaaaseee, Coach Y/N, last one I swear I PROMISE-" "No.")
The two of you stumble out back into the lobby, Sidney giggling out repeated apologies. The silliness of the whole situation keeps your guard down, pretty much having forgotten the awkward note your last meeting had ended on.
"Let's go to the back office, you're causing way too much trouble," you joke.
Toshi isn't here tonight so the main office is empty. You throw yourself down into the office chair with a sigh. Sidney sits on the small two-seater opposite you, sinking against the couch arm with a hand propped under his chin.
Silence descends, but it's not suffocating. There's still the sounds of the gym echoing around the little bubble that's formed around the two of you.
Now that the rush and excitement is over, you’re able to get a proper look at Sidney. He's dressed much more casually in dark sweatpants and a Pens hoodie. His hair is all fluffed up, still damp from his hasty shower, and there's a 5 o'clock shadow that's on the borderline of becoming dark and scruffy. It chisels out his jawline considerably, makes his cheekbones sharper, his eyes brighter, an intense supernova glow that makes your heart flutter when he turns that intensity towards you.
You clear your throat and cross your legs, feeling your face grow hot under his full, undivided attention.
“I’m sorry again about, euh, all the-“ he makes a vague gesture with his hand, his face frowning a little. “And really, thank you for showing me around the gym still. It really was great to see.” 
You shake your head. “There’s nothing you can do about that, just means that the people here really value you as their NHL team captain, hey?” You say, smiling at Sidney’s own sheepish nod when hearing his own words echoed back to him. "Besides, you got to see a different type of rink today."
“Is it a new addition? I noticed there weren’t any covers on.” From what he remembered seeing, both the ropes and the posts were still bare, and the ring was empty at the time.
Sidney’s observation about the boxing ring is accurate and that comes as a pleasant surprise.
“Yeah! We used to have a smaller foldaway, but we’re replacing it with a raised boltdown…”
This is how the two of you whisk away the next hour and a half, starting your conversation about the recent renovations, and then the two of you finding yourself talking about anything and everything sports related.
When Maggie goes to kick the two of you out (when did everyone else leave? and the lights are all turned off too?) she has to bang on the door loudly because the two of you are engrossed in a discussion about Sidney's experience with his trainer Andy, and how the emphasis on developing the most efficient way to make those hyper-specific movements is a principle that's also something you've been investigating for your own private clients over the-
"Go! Home!" Maggie hollers at you when she speeds out the carpark, the two of you still talking even though you're literally sitting in your car, ready to turn the ignition on. 
Sidney stepped back, jerking his thumb to where he parked on the street.
"I guess that's my cue, eh? And thanks, again for the tour." You roll your eyes at him. Damn Canadians - if they're not saying sorry over and over again, they're doing it with the thank you instead, or both.
“It’s nothing too special,” you say. “In comparison to the PPG arena, I bet it looks like a kid’s playhouse.”
“Well, maybe, but we for sure don’t have hanging sandbags in ours, or cage fencing," he counters.
"I wouldn't know, not like I've ever been in there before. Maybe you've got a secret room all set up with mats now so you can practise those throws I taught all of you. You sure you aren't gonna spring it on the Dallas Stars?" you chirp.
Sidney stares at you, aghast.
"You've never been inside?”
"No? I've never really had a reason to. I get plenty of time watching sports at the gym." You shrug. "I've never watched an ice hockey game either."
He puts his hands on his hips, like a disappointed mother.
"Well, maybe one day I'll repay the favour, give you a tour of the PPG."
"Maybe," you say, finally turning into your car and closing the door. "If I get the VIP treatment too!"
The image of Sidney Crosby leaning against his Chevy Tahoe, face obscured in the dark, hand up in a lazy wave as you finally drive home for the night, sticks with you, even after you drag yourself into bed after your shower.
You drift off to sleep with his backlit silhouette an afterimage across your eyes.
It's not even two days later that Sidney Crosby shoves himself into your life again.
You're coming out of the ensuite, patting the ends of your hair dry when your roommate calls your name.
"Y/N! Oh my god, y/n, look at this!" 
Ellen hands you the slim yellow envelope, decorated with the logo of the Pittsburgh Penguins NHL team. 
You tear it open - two full season passes on attached lanyards and a VIP pass with your full name on it falls out. You pick up the VIP pass and turn it over - there's a sticky note on the back with a phone number scrawled across it. 
"How did you get season passes for all their home games?" Ellen asks, disbelief flooding her voice. 
"No friking clue," you lie. 
The only address they've given through the email correspondence is the gym's and you certainly don't remember giving him your home address. 
You tap the corner of the pass against your chin, thinking.
Sidney, Sidney... What are you playing at here?
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also, sorry this is going to be so long but this has been so interesting to me (kindof in a “trying to understand tumblr” way but i think maybe moreso in a “self reflection/self validation” type way) & i feel like it’s important to have an honest little moment & share bc i knowwwwww i’m not the only one:
so, idk if you’ve seen or not (& turns out it actually doesn’t matter either way), but i posted a couple of pics yesterday. and at the time of writing this, they have 24 notes. which, don’t get me wrong, like i’ve said a couple of times before, if those people were physically stood in a room in front of me, after me having shown them those pictures of myself, i’d feel so shy, i’d be embarrassed, i’d be overwhelmed bc to me irl that would be a LOT!
BUT, one of the last picture sets i posted before those, (again, at the time of writing this) currently has 2,172 notes. which, to be fair, is BY FAR the most i’ve ever got on anything else ever ever ever, and i’m genuinely blown away by that. like, that’s an unfathomable number of people to me, and i’m so grateful and happy that so many of you seem to like them! but obviously after having those notifications constantly rolling in over the last week or so, it felt maybe more than a little unsettling to receive such a comparatively low number on these ones, because in contrast, 24 is by far the least i’ve ever got on a post of myself on this website.
and at first i felt really embarrassed, honestly. like, are they not good pictures? am i ugly? should i have edited them differently? used a different caption? is it because i’ve been so absent on here (& everywhere) & not been talking to people as much as i should have so now everyone hates me? or at the very least has lost any & all interest in me? am i being deservedly shunned? is everyone mad at me??? is anyone ever gona like me again? should i just delete my whole account???
it sounds so overly dramatic putting it into physical words like that, but these were the actual thoughts in my mind, plus a whole ton more along similar lines.
bc truthfully, i posted them because i was feeling bad about myself. i’m currently super bloated, i’m having one of the most intense periods i can ever remember having, i’m struggling with alot of anxiety & guilt about all the people who i love that i need to respond to and also everything else financially & academically & whatever else that i still urgently need to sort out in my life. i was feeling insecure, unsexy, and i wanted the external validation & exciting little dopamine rush of seeing the likes tumble in & people appreciating my body & my pictures. (that’s not usually the case when i post my body, for the record, but in this instance it definitely was). and i don’t want this to come off as ungrateful to those who have interacted with it, because i TRULY really do appreciate every single individual who is so kind to me, even if i’m dreadful at responding & actually showing that appreciation (genuinely, i’m sorry!). but to post with those sorts of intentions/expectations & then not get the desired result was kind of jarring, but ACTUALLY a really good thing to happen for me i think.
because i really thought about deleting them. when they’d been up for like an hour or something and i think they had maybe 6 notes? i was mortified, because that’s just not what i’m used to, and because of the aforementioned thoughts racing through my brain, and i was embarrassed to have even put my body out there when i’m such an ugly & awful person & how could i have been so stupid as to think anyone would actually want to see me on their timeline??? i’m disgusting & hateful & selfish & unloveable etc etc etc, blah blah blah.
but i think a part of me knew that i was being silly, so i decided to sit with it. and to start with, i reminded myself that (spoiler alert!) both picture sets were actually from the exact same day. so despite me reflexively feeling like the vast difference in those numbers was irrefutable evidence to support the notion that my body (& MYSELF) is now completely undesirable, they actually don’t mean SHIT. yes the poses are obviously different, so we could argue that i was just somehow hiding my flaws better in the first set, but realistically, i’ve still got a nice arch, and my weight & my skin & the foundation of the lighting & angle & composition & whatever else are all the exact same because they were taken 8 minutes apart! so it’s absolutely ludicrous to obliterate my self worth as much as i was beginning to over the response to one set when it was the exact same me at the exact same time who was also being celebrated so enthusiastically in the other.
and not that it would matter even if they were taken weeks or months or years apart - the point still stands, but that was just a really stark but healthy reminder of how irrelevant any kind of reaction, any numerical figure on your screen truly is to the actual value of yourself and what you put out. which, like, i know we know, but it’s quite shocking to realise how much weight we can still place on it subconsciously. even for me, who as you knowwww likes to have a good old preach about this very topic.
so i’ve left them up, both as a reminder to myself to not let myself get caught up in the arbitrary numbers of things & to not fall into the fragile trap of so desperately requiring external validation, but also to show anyone else who may also be feeling insecure or downhearted about their own potentially perceived “low” numbers of notes on their posts that it really doesn’t mean anything. at all! nobody is immune! it’s so inconsistent! so unpredictable! so pointless! and not worth a SECOND of your worry.
the form of your physical being does not define your worth. other peoples opinions do not dictate your value. and a little box on a screen with numbers (or lack thereof) governed by an unreliable algorithm SURE AS HELL does not accurately represent the power of your creations.
post what you wana post because YOU like it*, and do your very best to not care or worry about whether or not anyone else does too. one of the most beautiful things for me about tumblr is seeing the vast array of minds and bodies constantly displayed across my screen. it doesn’t feel like people are chasing the homogeneity quite as much as on other apps, somehow. we get far more greater depth & insight into people’s genuine inner selves, in my opinion, and everyone is so wonderfully different. even if we may seemingly have so so much in common, there will still be enormous variances in our likes and dislikes and preferences and passions. and YOURS in the wider scope of ~the feed~ are just as important as anyone else’s, and even more so on your own blog!! duh! so allow yourself the liberty to share them freely & fully without feeling self conscious and bad! our individuality is a good thing & shying away from not being widely accepted only hinders our progress, our creativity and our joy. i’m keeping the pictures i posted yesterday bc iiiiiii personally think they’re nice, and *that is all that matters!*
*annoyingly seemingly important caveat: so long as it’s not something likely to cause offence, damage or danger!
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pfhwrittes · 9 days
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Super Casual Announcement Time
hi hello, it's me p. back again with another super casual announcement.
it's official, it's confirmed. i've done my final pre-surgical consultation. providing i don't do anything a bit silly in the next 7 days (like falling down the stairs again), this time next week (27th march) i will be having top surgery.
so what does that mean for this blog? i assume i'll probably drop off the face of the earth for 3-4 days around then as i suddenly adjust to being titless and fancy free. but knowing me, i'll probably make a vaguely incomprehensible post to inform you all that i'm fine. i'm pretty bad at staying off tumblr when i should be doing tasks.
what does this mean for my writing projects? everything will remain on hiatus / semi-hiatus until i can comfortably sit and write stuff post-surgery. or i'll dump little thoughts out via the mobile app. i haven't really figured it out yet.
how am i feeling? suddenly very nervous and excited! i have developed a mild tremor in my hands whenever i think about having surgery too much and i get the urge to scream very loudly into a pillow. i'm not great with managing big feelings so i tend to bottle everything up. i'm sorry if i come across as flaky or snappy! i don't mean to. my poor swiss cheese brain is yelling "SURGERY! SURGERY! SURGERY!" at increasing volume inside my head.
how are the Horrible Creechurs feeling? increasingly clingy. dolly is currently sat on my shoulder purring and drooling on me. i think she's trying to soothe me in the way that only cats can. mango and charlie have both taken to sleeping on my chest or legs whenever they can get away with it.
is there anything you lovely lot can do to help? i don't think so! i'm notoriously bad at asking for help so i'll just quietly link my ko-fi jar again if you have a few bob to spare. don't feel any pressure to donate, i'm aware it's a bit cheeky of me to ask.
do i have any other way of contacting you all if/when i go quiet? kind of? i recently found my discord account and have updated that so i can talk to my friends but 1) i'm kind of shy about asking to add people on discord and 2) i have no idea how it works because i'm kind of uncool like that. feel free to DM me if you want to add me! otherwise i guess we'll have to rely on tumblr's ever amazing askbox and private messaging features.
okay i think that's everything? i know i said on my first announcement post that i would try to set up a queue but i'm going to be realistic and admit that i'll just forget. okay bye!
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mama-scarebear · 4 months
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My first time writing in. So sorry you’re dealing with all the creepy, ill-mannered, disrespectful guys on here. Definitely the worst thing about tumblr. I feel like mommies definitely get the worst of it. It understandably chases a lot of them away, which fucking sucks for us LGs who absolutely LOVE seeing & hearing from mommies who are all about LGs & the MD/LG dynamic. You seem tough and like the one who typically does the scaring, however I, and I’m sure lots of others, totally understand if these dudes have gotten on your last nerve.
Don’t know if sharing this little fantasy will make your night better, but I hope it does 😊. You shouldn’t feel like you’re the one who’s gotta provide the kinky fun all the time 😋
I can’t get the idea out of my mind of Mommy telling me we are going to have such a “special night” together while she straps and secures me into a high chair. She tells me there will be lots of wine, candles, lingerie and orgasms, which makes me super squirmy and drippy with excitement, as of course I’ve been on orgasm denial for over a month. She then begins to push spoonful after spoonful of undisclosed mush into my mouth which I assume had to be some sort of chicken & gravy baby food. The taste and smell make me wanna gag, but Mommy just told me I might not only get 1 orgasm tonight, but multiple and I didn’t wanna do anything to risk that whatsoever. Feeling full and like that first jar of baby food will never end she quickly pulls out another jar of equally disgusting green colored mush. By the end of the 2nd jar I’m gagging, covered in baby food from what seems like head to toe, looking as pathetic as possible. She laughs triumphantly, as if that was her intent from the get go, and comments how messy a baby I am, but not as messy as I probably will be by the end of the night. Which strikes fear in my core and makes me blush a bright shade of pink, while at the same time causes me to drip wetness into my padding. I involuntarily squeeze my legs together. She calls me pathetic and says I’m clearly way too much of a helpless baby to satisfy her tonight. I visibly start to pout which makes me look even more pathetic. She giggles and says, “did you really think when Mommy talked about wine, lingerie and orgasms you would be taking part? Aww that’s so cute. Sorry I forgot you are too little to understand adult talk. Mommy meant she was going to call the really hot woman she met at the bar the other night to come over so the two of us can have playtime.” I start visibly tearing up, overwhelmed by the loss of the ability to have an adult kinky orgasm-filled night with Mommy, but also by the fact Mommy needed someone else to satisfy her. She sees the tears welling up in my eyes and says, “Oh don’t worry baby you’re too little to leave alone, so Mommy is going to set you up in the playpen in Mommy’s room so I can keep an eye on you the whole time.” After hearing that I no longer could hold back the tears, knowing not only was Mommy going to fuck someone else that night, but that I was going to be forced to watch the two of them sitting in my diaper. She immediately shushes me & shoves a pacifier into my mouth and says, “aww you seem upset baby. I think someone might have to go potty. Hopefully you don’t try to hold it cause it would be awfully embarrassing to lose control in front of Mommy’s friend huh?”
Oh sweetie you don't even realise youre being Mommy's little helper. You whimpering and crying in the corner in your diapers is going to help me have an extra special night with another woman. Luckily you'll be in your little pj's and have been fed and have blankies and soft toys to play with if you ever manage to get those tears in check. Unluckily though I tend to fall asleep after sex so you'll be alright to sleep in your playpen won't you sweetie pie? I'll tend to your swollen padding the next day. Try not to squirm too much I hear it helps.
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elvenbeard · 3 months
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WIP Whenever
I was tagged by @chevvy-yates @katsigian @genocidalfetus @just-a-cybercroissant @therealnightcity @pinkyjulien and @ouroboros-hideout (by some of you forever ago, I'm just in the middle of catching up with all the recent tags a bit XD) And tagging you all right back and everyone else who's reading this right now >:3c
My biggest WIP at the moment is still apartment renovations! Fixing holes and painting walls, but there's now only one corner left, then I'm fucking done and it can't sublty stress me anymore xD
I am having a real good time with the whole process though like... I have no idea yet how long I'm gonna live here, but no matter if it's 3, 5, 10 years, I sure as hell want it to be a cool place for the time being.
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My kitty-approved Neo-Kitsch inspired Bedroom wall xD only that one wall, but I love it xD
Writing-wise, I've started the next chapter of "Love is Stored in the Olive Jar". I don't have much to share yet, but here's the opening lines:
V awoke coughing and choking, sputtering a red cloud across his pillow. He quickly sat up, his throat tight and scratchy, mouth like copper. His vision was blurry, he thought from sleep still at first, but no. Through visual glitches and blinding pain he could only just make out the dark red stains dripping from his nose and mouth onto the bedsheet. He gasped for air still, his chest hurting as if he had been stabbed.
Fun times :D
Art-wise I have been working on a secret gift for the cp2077 new year's exchange that I finished the other day :3 And I have some wips of the bois (TM) but I can only share one on tumblr for reasons:
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Very professional photo of my iPad screen XDD This is still rough and subject to change, but the idea was basically, V and Kerry, a bunch of years post-2077 (like... 5-10 or so), just very comfy and happy and healthy ;__;
VP-wise I still have a couple of pics on the backburner, some I still wanna edit, and maaan ;__; I also recently got to test some friends' mods that I'm super excited for and share the pics of!!! <3
Aaaand... that's it XD I hope in the new year I can dive back into modding, once the renovations are done, and also get started with more regular commissions and streaming again, cause I've been missing both but yeah... you see my list of projects above, there's only so much time in a day xD
Thank you all again for the tags <33
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when-november-ends · 11 months
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Hello!
Sorry to bother you but I’ve been trying to figure something out in witchcraft and google hasn’t been much help so I’m turning to the tumblr witches
Would you happen to know the general uses of coins in magic? I know that some people use them but I’m not really sure for what or what their correspondences are (other than money obviously)
Have a nice day/evening/night!💫
hello there! im sososo sorry for the super late response, I've had some family issues and all.
basically you can use coins for absolutely everything you want to. but since you're looking for advice, i'm going to give you a few examples. just remember to not limit yourself <3
- spells for acquiring materialistic things
- healing spells if the coins are copper (since copper is antimicrobial)
- cleansing if the coins are silver or gold (even if it's not actual silver or gold). the materials/colors have long been associated with purity! :)
- money attraction spells (obviously)
- offerings to deities
- glamour magic (since money/wealth is associated with looking good, but also because gold and silver is a status symbol that will make people perceive you differently)
as for how to use them..
- put them in a bowl and add and take out things to keep the energy flowing (bowl spells)
- make a spell jar and seal them shut with a coin on top and wax securing it
- bury it in a flower pot after enchanting the coin
- enchant the coin and wear it as jewelry or keep it in your pocket/purse/near you
- enchant the coin and use it to buy something with it for extra luck with the product
do absolutely anything else that feels right, these are just some ideas! good luck and if you have any more questions, don't be scared to ask <3
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90s-2000s-barbie · 1 month
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I'm srry ur bedroom keep getting stolen and reposted even w u clearly stating every time not to repost!! It must b jarring to see some stranger post a photo of your own room :(( hopefully ppl learn to read one day
Thanks so much for the support @dirtmunch I’m literally EXHAUSTED.😔 I really wish I never shared my original content ever! And I never will again. Makes me feel bad for the people that actually cared and would like to see an update on my collections or new nostalgia room. I just will never share ever again for people to steal and rip off. I’m to the point where I’m cracking down. I’m just tired of it. I just found a bunch of people on Pinterest also taking it! EVEN though I posted them on my personal Pinterest and it’s the first ones that come up saying IT’S MINE DON’T STEAL, they see it and do it anyways. Mine r the first ones to come up that link to my room tour, showing they r mine. they know. They don’t care. I confront them, and I never get responses. They ignore, delete, ex. I posted my photos to share with my small tumblr community at the time (I was a super small creator at the time). And did a room tour on my YouTube cause my followers requested it and didn’t think much about it. Now my photos took a like of their own and bigger creators just take them cause I’m small and can’t do anything about it. Just what it comes down to.
Lesson learned, don’t ever post anything original online if u can learn anything from my experience. It WILL be stolen and people won’t care. As long as they can get likes off someone else’s content and claim it as their own, all they care about. It literally was a tiktok trend to TAKE my bedroom photos and use them as your background like it’s their room! Think if this happened to u, isn’t that weird? Also disrespectful that people don’t even tag or care to find the source.
INSTEAD I’ve always tried to be encouraging! ANYONE can do what I did. Go to your local thrift store, garage sales, church sale, look at every wrack you can to decorate your own space like this and very inexpensive. Be creative decorate your own room! Don’t take people’s content. ❤️
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reasonsforhope · 1 year
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A wild about post appears!
Me
Hey! Call me Cactus. They/them, late twenties. I also run Direct Action for Hope, for petitions/campaigns/protests that don’t fit on a good news blog, as well as my own takes and activism.
Queer, trans, disabled, white, USian, for context. (Please let me know if I accidentally post something offensive, btw! I promise I have like. an actual ability to take that kind of feedback gracefully and work to remedy the situation)
 Some Info about This Blog
Actual good news only!
No heartwarming stories that aren’t actually news. No stories that other sources THINK are heartwarming, but that are actually super depressing and dystopic!
All websites/sources are at least preliminarily vetted by me
If I don’t think a source and/or a news story I find is accurate or reliable enough, I find a new, better source with a new, better article
Relatedly, any links that have the url web.archive go to an Internet Archive copy of a paywalled article. Usually this is the LA Times, NY Times, or Washington Post. Not a weird suspicious link, I promise!
All posts are cited and dated at the end!
All posts should be tagged, including for major/common content warnings. I can’t promise that I won’t miss any warnings, but I am definitely keeping an eye on this
Filter the tag “not news” if you only want to see the news articles/posts
Feel free to send me articles to look at or submit posts! I’ll vet these before I feature them. That said, you might be waiting A While, because despite many efforts to the contrary I am the worst about checking/answering messages. Sorry about that
Posts are generally long because I have Many Words And Endless Details Disease. Hopefully the thoroughness and the bolded highlights make up for that
A couple people have asked me if I could share their donation posts, so I wanted to pin this up: I’m sorry, but unfortunately, I will not be sharing any donation posts, because I don’t have the time or skills to vet all of them and weed out any potential scams. If you’re struggling, please check out this post, which lists communities designed for donation posts and mutual aid. You’re much more likely to get help there than on tumblr. You can also find other mutual aid resource lists and wikis here, here, and here
If you’re struggling with depression or anxiety, especially around climate anxiety or climate grief, there’s a really, really thorough directory of crisis hotlines by country that you can find here. Seriously, they have so many countries I wouldn’t have expected them to list - try it, if it might help
Tip Jar
I put a lot of work and passion into this blog—and a not inconsiderable amount of time. Also, I’ve been too disabled to work much at all for most of the past year...rip. (but thankfully doing better now!) So, if you want to support my work, you can buy me a coffee!
Good News Source
You can find a comprehensive list of all the websites I’ve bookmarked as sources for this blog here!
Note about Gaza
I will be posting good news (as much good news as there can be in this sort of situation) about the ongoing genocide in Gaza, because one of the most important ways to help is to refuse to be silent. Palestinians in Gaza have asked us to please keep talking about it, that it really does help, so I’m going to listen.
And honestly, my disabilities significantly interfere with my ability to take irl action like going to protests, so using what platform I have here really is all the more important to me. (Though I am also setting a notif on my phone to remind me to call my representatives every few days, and I encourage you to do the same if feasible.)
All that said! It is completely legitimate to need a break from horrific news (a huge part of why I started this blog), and it’s also legitimate to say “I need to find out about this stuff Not from my tumblr dash.”
If news about the war/genocide (esp on social media specifically) is making you spiral and shit, then I genuinely encourage you to filter out these posts. I’m not judging. I have significant filters around what Israel/Palestine stuff I see on here myself, because I want to be very intentional about the times I do engage with it. (Which is every few days and via the Actual News.)
I’m committing to fact-checking this stuff before posting, fyi, even with reblogs.
So, tl;dr:
I will be posting about Palestine and Gaza
I will still only post good news, eg: about successful protests, aid reaching Gaza, progress toward ceasefire
I’ll only post actual, concrete news, not just Politicians Saying Words
If you need to not find about this shit from tumblr and/or my tumblr, then filter out the tags “Palestine” and “cw war”
If you don't want to see my posts on this blog about the Israel-Palestine War, then block the tags "Palestine" and "cw war"
if you need a break, then take a break
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theliterarywolf · 11 months
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Hey look, I get it, it's frustrating to see all that drama about the MLP debacle revolving around porn. You're tired of it, lord knows you're right to feel that way
But dude, me and you are nearly the same age so I'm pretty sure you remember way back when on YouTube how stupid easy it was for kids to stumble upon those gory shock cartoons of the ponies
Like the one literally drawn exactly in the shows style? With Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash dancing?? To this day that video is still not age restricted
The derpy hooves one where her head is smashed with an anvil???
Or hotdiggydemons .mov series where he intentionally drew it to look bright, colorful and eye catching?
You couldn't even google their stupid fucking names without seeing gross fetish porn of the technicolor horses and half the shit is still visible even with safe search on!
I get what you're saying that some of those kids should've been monitored better, but at the end of the day, most of the fandom comprised of grown ass adult men who should've done better at hiding that awful shit
for Christ's sake the fandoms of Steven Universe and Undertale had a tagging system for their adult works!
See, on the one hand I would agree with you...
But, as per my personal experience? Way back when in the brony days, I had to go out of my way to find the particularly heinous shite. I had to go out of my way to figure out why everyone kept recoiling from the term 'Chrysalis.SWF'
The first time I saw the Derpy Hooves anvil thing was in a Saberspark video.
I didn't even really find out about things like the infamous Rainbow Dash jar or the Lyra plushie until years later after they had broken containment and had a bunch of reaction channels talking about them to say 'bronies are gross and cringe, lol'
(Which, I'm not going to lie, both of those instances were pretty damn gross and cringe)
You couldn't even google their stupid fucking names without seeing gross fetish porn of the technicolor horses and half the shit is still visible even with safe search on!
That's EVERY FANDOM, THOUGH! Have you tried looking up Lucy Loud? Gardevoir? Any of the core Super Mario cast (which, with the advent of the movie, Lord help any kid whose parents just hand them a phone to shut them up) Hermione Granger?
Hell, for all that they were 'controversial', I never saw actual pages/art for 'Ask Molestia' and 'Lil Miss Rarity' until I joined tumblr.
And the Brony Fandom at least had Safe Search Wrap-Up, so there was a conscientious effort to keep NSFW content away from lax filters and vulnerable minors.
But do you know why for as much fucked up content was going around, not just for MLP but for other kid-friendly IP fandoms too, I only found out about the bulk of it later or after digging for it?
Because I was raised with basic internet safety. Don't go clicking on every video/picture just because they look like something you're familiar with.
I agree that, even in the current year, that appropriate tagging is a problem. However, the other glaring maw in the situation is people thinking that the internet is people acting like they can just treat it like a family fun-zone when, really, it isn't. And that includes some of what you would think are the most mundane things: like kid-friendly IPs or vague everyday items.
...Seriously, I am this close to just nuking 'Food' from my trending tab list because every time I scroll down to it on Twitter, it's filled with a dozen D-tier E-Thots shoving their tits into the camera or bending over 90 degrees, going 'Can I be your lunch, uwu~?'
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Your Annoying Tumblr Mutual strikes yet again !!
I'm gonna ask you a few questions :> (these are all so random lmao) (as always, feel free to ignore ^^^)
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✰ how long have you been on tumblr?
✰ how did you come up with your url/username?
✰ what’s your phone’s lock screen?
✰ do you have any piercings//tattoos? (any you’d like to get?)
✰ do you wear glasses//contacts?
✰ has anyone ever told you you have a "celebrity look-alike"? if yes, who?
✰ best compliment you’ve ever gotten?
✰ are you a collector of anything in particular? If yes, what?
✰ I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD REST OF YOUR DAY AND TREAT YOURSELF AND I APPRECIATE YOU AND YES OKAY BYE FOR NOW <3
HIIII OMG FUN IM ANNOYING TOO!!!! also you're not actually being annoying this is v sweet
✰ how long have you been on tumblr?
oof, okay so I'm not super sure. I was on tumblr before this tumblr account but I don't rember when that was. I vaguely rember being on tumblr in like, middle school so maybe since I was 11-14 maybe? and I'm 19 now, so maybe 5-8 years? I'm not super sure about this one sorryyy
✰ how did you come up with your url/username?
it came to me in a dream!! Actually that's not far off lol. I was trying to think of a username that I liked and it just wouldn't leave my head. I adore weeping willow trees, I feel like I cry a lot, and I love the word weeping so I thought it was perfect!
✰ what’s your phone’s lock screen?
I don't have a phone, but if I did it would probably be a picture I'd taken. There's this one picture that I think would be kinda nice as a background but I can't find it rn rip
✰ do you have any piercings//tattoos? (any you’d like to get?)
I have my ears pierced and I kinda think I'd like to get some more piercings eventually. I don't have any tattoos rn and I don't know if I'd ever get any. I might eventually?
✰ do you wear glasses//contacts?
I don't wear glasses//contacts, but the majority of my family does
✰ has anyone ever told you you have a "celebrity look-alike"? if yes, who?
I don't think anyone has? at least not that I can rember
✰ best compliment you’ve ever gotten?
Oh, I can think of a few that I really love. Okay so, whenever someone compliments the pictures I take I die, it makes me so happy. I love when people have told me that I make them comfortable. This ask I got was probably one of the sweetest things ever. Omg and when I was in middle school I was out sick one day so a teacher had to go get my books from my locker and she said my locker was the cleanest one she'd ever seen when I was in school I'd stay after school to take everything out of my locker and clean and reorganize it lol
✰ are you a collector of anything in particular? If yes, what?
I have a doll collection! But they have to be from thrift stores or garage sells, idk they just seem to have more character(to me). I kinda have a collection of tarot decks, if that counts. I've got like three decks, so I kinda feel like that counts. Also, I have a special jar for special things (rocks, shiny things, coins, things I find, that kinda stuff). I'm sure there's more, but I can't really think of them rn it's sleepytime lol
✰ I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD REST OF YOUR DAY AND TREAT YOURSELF AND I APPRECIATE YOU AND YES OKAY BYE FOR NOW <3
THANK YOU!!! I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD REST OF YOUR DAY TOO & I APPRECIATE YOU TOO <333
Oh, also if it's okay to ask, what are your answers to these questions?
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rose-colored-tarot · 10 months
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Hagging Out in May
Woo! Welcome to my first hagging out participation. Hagging out has been on my radar since I turned 30 in October. I had actually first heard of it only after I was eligible to participate. But I wasn’t really feeling the prompt, and then it wasn’t on the forefront of my mind so I completely forgot about it (thanks ADHD). Anyhoo, I get home on Friday, already planning on making an infused gin and what is the first post I see on tumblr? This month’s prompt of throwing shit in a jar for an infusion. Well that’s a few too many stars aligning to ignore. So please enjoy the pictures of my Strawberry Gin!
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he ingredients, super simple. Just some fresh strawberries and a midtier gin. I almost did blueberries instead, but strawberries were a bit cheaper.
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Cut those suckers up. I did quarters because reasons.
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The berries came up higher than I intended but whatever. Just cover them up, seal it up and wait.
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I’m probably going to let them sit for at least a week, but haven’t gotten that far yet. After just a day, the strawberries lost most of their color and are this lovely blush pink. I love the bleaching effect that happens. I’ll take a picture when I get home.
Was this made to be magical? Nope, I just wanted a tasty drink. BUT both strawberries and gin have magical correspondences that I can’t begin to remember right now. So maybe down the line this will have a purpose. Or maybe it’ll just be a cocktail.
Special thank you to @graveyarddirt for including me, this was a lot of fun :)
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princesspete · 4 months
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Oh two things. I think you and I have read some of the same analysis perhaps? Your tags about Coffee and WAMS being twisted words from Pete's poem, I've seen that comparison before and for the life of me now cannot remember where. I don't think it was here, but maybe it was, the tumblr search is not doing me any favors and neither are my bookmarks. It's driving me crazy to not have the source but I know exactly what you are talking about and YES SO AGREE. And favorite record?! YES YES YES that's maybe my favorite song on AB/AP because it's such a little anomaly in the rest of the record and i love the pieces that come from the poem for it. Love everything about that song. AND AND AND the fact that it was live debuted on Tourdust, I mean come on! I have eyes and a brain, I know what's going on here.
Second thing, sorry for super long ask. But your tag about Patrick performing Headfirst slide in 2009 like he's about to be shot, SO REAL FOR THIS. I've watched a ton of pre-hiatus videos of Headfirst and the emotion in that song is INSANE by comparison to how it's performed now...part of the reason why I've watch so many videos of it hahaha. It's almost pleading/begging the way it's sung in 2009, it's jarring the raw emotion Patrick displays. And agree with 'triumphant' as the descriptor for the 2023 version.
I really enjoy your posts, but honestly I'm always looking at the extra special crumbs you drop in the tags the most ha!
it's so....sorry patrick i know u were going thru some things urself but like...........coffee and wams are. so incredibly mean it's unreal. i can't listen to them sometimes unless im in the right headspace bc im like. man??? you did THAT?????
AND YESSS FAVORITE RECORD LOVERS RISEEEE<3 she really makes me want to explode if i think about her too much...i spin for you like your favorite records used to.........i know im not your favorite record. man............... i think the thing is for favorite record it's so hard to differentiate between voices here — it really is just dual to me, it's so blended which makes me kind of want to die inside lol.
HELP I MEAN HE DOES. HE LITERALLY SOUNDS LIKE HE'S ABOUT TO BE TAKEN OUT BACK AND SHOT. (also. i know this is....probably controversial considering how people foam at the mouth over his sp performances..but patrick during sp performances and interviews...oh. there is NO life in that man's eyes it's kind of unreal and he also sounds like he's about to walk into lake michigan and die after the show. it's so difficult for me to watch sp era stuff because i'm always struck by how............bad patrick looks. and then you compare that to the 2012 black hole sun performance, it's like...night and day lol.) AND YES OKAY. YOU SEE MY VISION. TRIUMPHANT. he really DOES sing it in a way that he never has before — again, i don't doubt that it does have to do with folie getting its long overdue welcoming reception from fans but also...i think there's another reason as well aslfdksadfkjasdfas
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