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morgansyorkie · 3 months

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Happy Birthday, Cam York 🥳

#cam york #yorkie #yam cork #philadelphia flyers #flyers hockey #flyers lb #flyers birthdays #nhl #hockey

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amylauren13 · 2 months

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#I’m really starting to get annoyed by all the yam cork hate I’m ngl #it seems like it began out light hearted but now people are genuinely hating the guy #leave the kid alone ffs I’m sorry he befriended yalls fav but that doesn’t warrant hate??? I truly don’t get it

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sethjarvy · 1 year

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listen i have barely watched the flyers the past few months but even i know provy was faaaaaar from the best dman in this team lmao

#yam cork robbed

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goalhofer · 5 months

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2023-24 Philadelphia Flyers Players With 1st Letter Of Names Reversed

Aam Ctkinson

Bouie Lelpedio

Bobby Brink

Coah Nates

Cean Souturier

Dicolas Neslauriers

Eamuel Srsson

Foel Jarabee

Fyson Toerster

Forgan Mrost

Harter Cart

Hohn Jathaway

Kravis Tonecny

Lcott Saughton

Mictor Vete

Pal Cetersen

Pyan Roehling

Rasmus Ristolainen

Ser Pandström

Sravis Tanheim

Sick Neeler

Sarc Mtaal

Twen Oippett

Wean Salker

Yam Cork

Zegor Yamula

#Sports #Hockey #Hockey Goalies #NHL #Philadelphia Flyers #Celebrities #WTF #lol

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rosesvioletshardy · 1 year

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sorry but yam cork shouldn’t have gotten third star it should’ve been frankie but okay

#avs lb #flyers lb

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princesstillyenna · 2 years

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AAAAHHH! I love this update. Avs shenanigans with cup. Who are the next possible members?!

Also Cale not liking Suzuki! (I forgot about that until after I submitted my previous ask)

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:D thanks nonnie. You can actually work out who the missing Nat Dev boys from the Nat Dev boys chat but I believe it's Yam Cork and Alex Turcotte

BUT that chapter was a bit awkward, because I started writing it thinking that it was going to be Bren Brisson... and then realised he'd NEVER APPEARED IN THE OG NAT DEV CHAT so it can't have been him. And then I felt bad about leaving bb briss out. So idk, maybe also bb briss? Who knows at this stage WHO EVEN KNOWS.

#group chat shit #gcu

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votaryoftheseven · 1 year

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The door from Alor'thalas opened into the ruined structures that surrounded the tall, elementium spire. 'Bastion' had come to mean a realm of the Shadowlands, as Hierei had learned, but for him and his brother, it truly only had one meaning.

The Bastion of Twilight.

His soft sandals walked over obsidian grounds, scorched and brought up by dark shamans over a decade ago. He could hardly believe it had been so long ago. He'd been so young.

"Howdy, stranger? What brings you here?"

Hierei perked his ears and looked up quickly as the silence broke. Upton was leaning against a tent pole decorated with scale designs, ruined drakeskin drooping from a crossbar. He was barely dressed, wearing cowboy boots, fishnets, a thong, tit tassles and a ten gallon hat, his pale horns sticking through. He chewed on a strand of hay as he pushed up the brim, grinning and raising a brow at his brother.

"You look ready for a brothel, not a picnic." Hierei said, a touch of disgust in his tone. "I wanted to talk about something serious, Upton."

Sha shadows quickly formed over the actor's body, evaporating the hat and forming his proper green coat and pants over his odd choice of wear. "You don't have an eye for the arts, anymore," he playfully pouted, but with a wiggle of his ears he stepped closer to Hierei, pulling out a basket. "Really, though, it's good to see you, especially so calm. I miss you and worry about you, you know."

Hierei firmed his lips and curled his nose, walking past him. "I had a dream. ...a nightmare."

Upton followed, his grin fading to concern as he followed quickly behind. "A nightmare? Do you want to talk about it?"

"I want to talk about what it meant."

"Same difference, innit? Got to talk about the dream to see what it was about."

"Don't get pedantic."

Hierei chose for them a spot on the outskirts of the camp, where volcanic glass met dead soil, and Upton laid down a pillowed, quilted blanket. Hierei lowered himself with gentle ease, while Upton plopped himself down across from him.

"So tell me about this dream, Hierei."

Hierei's tail twitched with anxiety, his brow knitting. He picked a little at the scales on the back of his hands. "I was in the Expanse. And I was drowning. Something was dragging me down-- I don't think it was Him." He frowned. "I knew that to go beneath would mean my death. But no matter what I did, I couldn't outpace it. I couldn't win. I... remember drowning."

Upton listened, gently setting out small snacks he'd prepared. Candied yams, mushan jerky, roasted pine nuts. "...I dream of the Expanse, too," he admitted. "It's never so futile. Nothing tries to get me. I exist as I am in the endless sea of Dread and souls." His bright eyes looked up to Hierei's bright pupils. "Do you think this is about your apostasy?"

Hierei stiffened a bit. "...like. ...making up for when I was?" His tailtip gently thwumped his tail feathers on the quilt as he got a piece of jerky in his fingers.

Upton furrowed his brows a bit. "...you're... not an apostate?"

Hierei grimaced, looking down as his claws picked at the sections of the meat, prying it apart. "...no. Not really. I don't pray to Him directly, but I... haven't refused Him."

"A lukewarm individual I cast out for they are undesirable for me," Upton quoted. "He could find you disgusting for moving between so often. Tired of playing games. Wanting you to commit." The Stagehand took out a bottle of juice, handing it to his brother. "I'm worried about you following this path. ...though you don't need me to tell you that. You know where it led last time."

Hierei took the bottle, now picking at the cork and the meat in unison. His silence were words enough. He didn't want to give up his worship of Y'shaarj. But he also knew it would lead to his death again.

"Listen," Upton said, bringing his hand to Hierei's. "Look at me." Hierei slowly looked up to look at Upton's faint smile. The glitter in his eyes. "I know this is painful for you. And I know you don't want to give this up. You don't have to stop respecting Power. You just have to stop giving credence to anything and anyone who is willing to hurt you, even if they help you."

There was Pride in Upton's words. In his touch. And it sparked something in Hierei.

"What if I'm willing to hurt myself to press on?"

"Remember the comfort you feel when you feel Love. Remember the times when you're praised for your good nature, for your talents. Remember that you aren't just valuable because you do things people like, but you're valuable all by yourself. Just for being you."

"And of what I've done--"

"Who you were doesn't have to be who you are now. Would you do that again, if you had the choice?"

"No." The answer was immediate.

"Then you're already a better person." Upton took his hand from Hierei's. "Take a deep breath. You're doing such a good job! You're doing all you can, aren't you? To help yourself have better days? Help others?"

Hierei, even though he was frowning, nodded slowly.

"You don't need Him to tell you how valuable you are. You're already all you need."

And seeing his brother - seeing himself before him, smiling, brimming with Pride, he knew he was right.

"It'll be harder than just saying it. I know that. But I have faith in you." Upton grins. "You've already done it once before. You can do it again. And I'll be right here every step of the way."

#;writings #;happenstance #;the stagehand

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sohanhalwa · 1 year

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Sweetness - The Elixir of Life

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flyersheartbreaker · 2 years

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