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[240424 VGK @ DAL] intense empty netter cellies

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🤏🤏🤏🤏 i need to squeeze him out of a churu tube onto a feeding mat for my baby cat to lick

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“How much he hugged me?”

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ao3 fanfic wrapped!

I've seen this done a couple of times, the first three, I screencapped from spotify myself & re-did, but the last one is a template from @secret-third-thing. thank you so much for the template!!!! it was very cute and easy to use!

fracture me (matthew tkachuk/alexander barkov/leon draisaitl, 829 words, E)

from a shudder to a shock wave (Jack Eichel/Jonathan Marchessault, 21334 words, E)

won't run away (but I'll have to take it slow (Mark Stone / Max Pacioretty, 1473 words, T)

teach me to breath (break me in half) (Andrei Svechnikov/Jordan Martinook, 5696 words, E)

it's our anthem (Jack Hughes / Nico Hischer, 200 words, G)

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:)))

#jack eichel #vegas golden knights #jonathan marchessault #vgk

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I didn’t know this!

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WILLY SWEETHEART!!💙 WE'VE MISSED YOU!! UNBOTHERED KING!! MASTER OF YOUR OWN BOUNDARIES!!

sportsnet // leafs yt 4.26.2024 playoffs practice

this is clearly a human frustrated that his own body is fucking shit up for himself at the worst possible time, my god we can all relate in some way. glad it's being taken seriously by himself and the team, and Full. Respect. for taking a stand on personal medical details he's not comfortable sharing. relentless heartless "fans" are owed Nothing on just how severe it is.

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she’s beautiful

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confession is so sexual. it's shame kink and praise kink all in one. bogo. two for one deal.

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Magical artifact that summons poorly reasoned fandom takes

#mark stone coming back from ltir

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2024.04.09 post game int. Vegas Golden Knights' 4-3 loss to the Vancouver Canucks.

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would love to hear more about the tknp wip? <3

hi!!!

so i don't have very much of this wip typed up, but it is basically finished.

this is a fic i wrote for valentines day (actually 2/15) where TK & Nolan are together and Nolan freaks himself out about what TK is gonna do for valentines day for a whole week leading up to v-day

and TK doesn't do anything for valentines day

and Nolan like. gets mad at him and tries to pick a fight

and Travis is like "dude, you hate that shit, why do I need to prove to the world that I love you on one specific day when i love you every day?"

and Nolan is like 'oh i've been kind of stupid'

really gotta type that one 😓😓

#ask meme #ts's hrpf

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mtkachuk's playoff mind games are sooo funny there's no one doing it like him. up 3-0 in the tampa series talking about how even it's been and how much tampa dominated them... last year's nonstop gassing up of the bruins/leafs/canes + "the reward for beating the best team in the league is playing the second best team in the league" + completely refusing to let the "we want florida" thing die. don't be fooled he does NOT gaf what any opposing team or fanbase thinks of him he's literally weaving his little narratives for the guys in the room with him... subtly gaslighting them into believing they're still the underdogs... matthew tkachuk the tonesetter playmaker manipulator that you are. love u babe

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Respectfully, she could shoot a puck at my face 🏒

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hii!! very politely, tell us about “untitled” — themes? thought process as you came up with it? discarded ideas? i love to hear about creative thoughts…!

the themes of untitled is - very respectfully - paul being kind of jealous of Kitty-Logan cuddling with other people and Paul going all-in on taking care of Kitty Logan. Not so subtly, LT is kind of nervous about the team finding out about their relationship - whether Paul will want to

I don't really have discarded ideas but I CAN tell you about the creative process about creating the structure. It's going to be roughly 5 parts, each centered around a person/people close to Logan, finding out he's a cat -

(1) Paul which is the only part I have written, (2) Paul taking KittyLT to practice and people being like "you brought a cat to *hockey practice* and Paul is like "it's logan! it's what he's used to!" and Mark looking at them knowingly like, "this is an ancestral curse, you gotta talk to his mom, dude" and Paul buying like. SO many cat toys, and a litter box. And then Paul making like. People food for LT bc "he's gotta keep up his diet and IDK what's in cat food blech" (3) Paul talking to LT's mom, confirming that it's a hereditary curse that they thought passed up Logan entirely, but essentially they've just got to wait it out for LT to calm down enough to turn back into a human again. (is this "would you still love me if i was a worm fic? yes. yes of course. are cats worms? you tell me (yes)) (4) Adin: PAUL BEING SO JEALOUS OF LT LOAFING ON ADIN'S SHOULDER AND PURRING SO LOUD and then when LT gets tired he extracts himself from Adin's very comfy arms to drape himself over Paul's lap, forcing him to cover his head with his hand and falls comfortably (and silently) asleep. (5) Jiri, who i think, knows actual things about cats, gets some demands for pets and purrs, but no loafing, and when LT settles back down in Paul's lap and falls asleep, Jiri is like "oh, he really likes you a lot" and then the plus 1 i guess, of LT turning back into a human again and they talk about why LT turned into a cat and how much Paul would be pumped, actually, to tell people about them and how little people are actually surprised by it.

I was inspired, honestly, by all the times that Logan tucks his face into someone's neck during the goalie hug line. he's noTORious for it.

he's an all black cat bc i think they're funny, and he wears an all black suit that looks good on him

He's got some lighter gray stripes bc of his tattoos but they're hard to see. His demeanor & looks as a cat are somewhat based on my own cat, Walter, who LOVES to lay next to my legs as I sleep and has a very dignified air about him even though he's an absolute stupid & happy dude.

#ask meme #ts's hrpf #:))) #tyyyy this was very fun to talk about :))))))))) even tho i have SO little of it written it's just been basically me being #so tired & headachy blocking me from writing it

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ooh, i’ll be your man?

this fic is my excuse for Thomas Chabot to be sad and for Brady Tkachuk to make him dinner while being mean to him. But Brady's only being mean bc Chabby's being real dumb.

“I just don’t understand why you’d say that to him if you like him so much.” Brady chops the leafy greens for a salad with ruthless efficiency. Thomas wonders if this is a smart conversation to have while Brady is holding a knife. He feels dumb for it, but you know. Brady could be dangerous. Maybe. 

Thomas can’t do anything but shrug. Brady dumps the salad into a bowl, grating some of the cheese over it with a microplane that Thomas didn’t even know he had. Brady pulls out a smaller bowl, and measures out some oil and vinegar and some mustard from the fridge. Thomas realizes that everything in his fridge that isn’t pre-made was brought by Brady. When had that happened? He shakes some salt and pepper and some spices in and stirs it around with a fork. 

“I just don’t want anyone to get it twisted.” Thomas says, eventually. This is his only defense. He hadn’t wanted Josh to get embarrassed by someone thinking he had a crush on <i>Thomas</i> of all people. 

He doesn't look at Brady’s face. He watches his hands - back to whisking the tomato sauce, this time with some of the butter again. Pulling out yet another couple of bowls - Brady is lucky that Thomas has a dishwasher - to use to separate some eggs. He puts the whites in a bowl that Thomas knows has a lid - probably for omelets later - and the yolks into a bowl with some salt and pepper, cheese and finally the ricotta. He sets it aside.

“Twisted.” Brady says and Thomas can hear the way his brows are drawn together in thought. There’s a heavy silence, and Thomas expects Brady to say something else, but then he doesn’t. He turns to stir the pasta in the water with a wooden spoon, making sure it doesn’t stick to the bottom of the pot. 

When had he gotten a wooden spoon? Thomas thinks, almost hysterically. Thomas wasn’t even sure he’d <i>had</i> a wooden spoon. 

Brady takes in a deep breath and carefully breathes out through his nose. Controlled. Like the breathing exercises they keep doing during yoga. Thomas doesn’t get it, deep breathing just makes him light headed. 

Thomas takes a drink of water, and then realizes that Brady is waiting for him to say something. 

“At some point,” Thomas says, evenly, like the words aren’t scraping themselves out of his chest, “someone was going to think that Josh had feelings for me, when we all know perfectly well that he’s just being nice.” Thomas glances up at Brady’s face, when he doesn’t say anything. He was right about Brady’s eyebrows. 

He’s also mouthing something, which, after a second, Thomas realizes he’s repeating what Thomas had said.  “Being nice,” Brady finally says out loud. “Being <i>nice?</i>” Brady repeats. He closes his eyes, taking another deep breath, but he holds this one, until he sighs deeply. “Thomas,” he says, almost anguished. He wipes his hand on a paper towel, before he reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose. 

“Chabby,” he repeats. “You fucking idiot.” Thomas accepts this without protest. “Josh really likes you. I’d love to say ‘god knows why’, but unfortunately, I completely understand the sentiment.”

#ts's hrpf #ask meme