#CAL Skate

[breakfastteatime]

A 'minific' I started is now 10k and nowhere near finished...

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[splattergutz]

the moment when the child murderer (in both ways) looks into the camera & you can feel the total dissociation from their actions. there is no way out of what they’ve done/what they’re going to do.

{Cal from Zero Day/Amma from Sharp Objects}

[makkie-is-screaming]

About 1 year since my ed relapse

[compo67]

I just found out there's a Hallmark movie about a ballet dancer and a hockey player called Taking a Shot at Love and I'm tempted to watch it but deep down I know I'll be bored and disappointed the whole time that it isn't exactly like your fic :(

Anon!

First off, you are so sweet, thank you so much. <3

If you do watch it, let me know how it is! I had no idea such a thing existed. I'm still so, so proud of Swans and Skates. :D

Thank you again for your kind words. I'm so glad you enjoyed reading S&S as much as I did writing it. Big hugs to you!

-Cal

[blacksw4nonice]

I love making Miso soup

[operationandre]

Rachel and Cal Dating Headcanons

They have weekends where they stay at one of their houses and paint their nails, do facemasks, and watch movies together. Sometimes Cal even lets Rachel put his hair in pigtails or a little ponytail.

Rachel goes around wearing Cal's band t-shirts and flaunts them to all her friends. They don't really like Cal, but she doesn't care.

Andre gets so sick of Cal talking about Rachel. He normally asks him to shut up, but other times he just blocks Cal's voice out.

They smoke together. Cal got Rachel into weed, and Rachel got Cal into cigs.

Cal's parents love Rachel more than anything. So do his siblings. They think of her as another daughter or sister. She's the best addition to the family.

Neither of them drive, so they skate everywhere. It allows them to get around without someone else driving them and gives them some alone time.

Cal draws Rachel silly little pictures and leaves them in her locker. They're all super stupid, bad doodles on gum wrappers or tore off pieces of paper, but Rachel keeps them.

Cal has done Rachel's makeup before. He sucked at it, but she tried to let him down easy about it.

They both love quality time. They'll lay in bed or sit in the cemetery together in silence, just loving that they are together.

[bottledkriegmen]

Share those head cannons!!

I LOVE YOU ANON AHHH OKAy

MORE ZERODAY HEADCANONS YIPPIEE >O< (mostly caldre i literally cannot see them as platonic im so sorry)

- both of them have been around eachothers families so much that they've basically been adopted by the opposites parents. cal has a seat at the kriegmans dinner table and andre has a stocking at the gabriels home for christmas (even if he doesn't celebrate it. he's there for cals killer cookies)

- theyre not very outwardly affectionate with eachother in public. the most they do is hover around the other and stand a little too close for it to be platonic. in private however, andre definitely has his arms wrapped around cals waist whenever they're still and standing with eachother. cal clings onto andres arm any chance he can get, he likes to feel the soft outer layer of the other boys skin.

- andre loves to kiss on cals knuckles, forehead, and shoulders. cal kisses wherever he can get. (all of andres moles, specifically)

- before cal had braces he had a REALLY bad habit of chewing on the ends and erasers of his pencils. all of his wooden pencils had teeth marks on the metal and wooden ends. (andre reprimanded him every single time he caught him. cal never listened though!!)

- andre's gay awakening was al capone. send post.

- the boys totally watch any shitty horror flick they can find on those little red boxes outside of pharmacies. they have a little piece of paper in andres basement on how good each one is.

- andre's favorite pokemon starter of all time is charmander. cals is bulbasaur. (did i spell that right...)

- cals a secret brony!! (he watched it with his little sister and got a little too into it) (he has a fluttershy shirt in the back of his closet that andre gave to him as a gag gift one year.)

- cal can skate!! andre knows how to roller blade!! shitty little skills they learned when cal worked at a roller rink for a better half of a year.

- andre's worked at his familys restaurant for as long as he was legally allowed to.

- passenger princess cal passenger princess cal. whenever someone else has to ride with the two boys andre makes whoever theyre going with sit in the back so cal can be next to him.

thats all i have stocked in my brain right now thank you to my lovely and beautiful husband @calcyum for helping me draft some of these :33

[bucknastysbabe]

hi cal! i love your page sm. i wanted to request more chubby bucky (i’m so obsessed & haven’t seen him in a min) also make sure to take care of yourself and have a good day/night 🩷

HI!!!! Sorry I’ve been such a spazz and awful about my page and askbox I’m in my new era blah blah but YES! CHUBBY BUCKY! Thanks for the well wishes I’m trying to practice ~self care~ and ~time management~ mwah mwah much love. So let’s say this just in the same universe as Poolside Blues!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW: body dysmorphia, obsessive thoughts, negative body talk, Muscle chub Buck, Bucky’s shit self esteem is saved by sunshine gf, holiday weight gain, Bucky being a stubborn mf, switch!Bucky, reader has empathic projection, horny texts, body worship, WE LOVE SOFT PARTS AND STRETCH MARKS ROUND HERE, teasing, sub space, daddy kink, pnv!sex, cuddles and fluff, Bucky is just a big cuddly tiger kitty

“Bucky if you stare at the scale any longer I’m going to break it. Holidays are over, you can get back to being in the gym twenty-five eight.”

Bucky eyed his petite girlfriend, frowning from the doorway to the bathroom. He palmed his stupid fucking gut and sighed, he actually had to suck in to see the number! This is why Bucky hated the holidays. Besides being cold. James Buchanan Barnes very much disliked the cold, one could assume why.

He could handle the residual un-moveable pudge leftover from Hydra’s ever consistent tinkering with his bodily functions. But then it all started with Halloween. Wanda and his girlfriend loved to bake. So he’s getting force fed cookies. Then they need to decorate, go to functions, give out candy. No time for gym.

Bucky grumbled and stepped off the scale, padding to his closet. He grumbled more, “Stupid turkey holiday.” Great yes, the holiday known for feasting. Pumpkin spiced everything in his vision. Bucky had a weakness for pumpkin, his ma made good spiced bread. He took a short vacation with his lovely little angel to the mountains. He tried to rationalize that hiking and marathon sex would make up for the amount of food he had ingested.

Tony Stark of course had a grandiose Thanksgiving celebration. Bucky tried to keep it light, he did, he really did. But every refusal got sad eyes or downright offense. The former winter soldier was belly up by the end of the night, all gym plans out the window.

Christmas fared no better. His best gal absolutely adored Christmas. It was the first holiday she’d experience not as an asset to Hydra, just like Bucky. So instead of RUNNING or LIFTING, the Brunette was shopping and ice skating. He’d already gone up a size in clothes December 3rd to be exact. Bucky correctly guessed he would go up another post-Christmas.

He’d whinge and rant to Steve, the blondie listening and telling Bucky to chill— it’s not like anyone thought it was bad. Bucky exasperatedly shouted, “I’m like a goddamn balloon! I don’t need to be on missions like this! I’m going to Bruce, jerk.”

“Punk.”

Bruce didn’t help either. Just said once he got back into a routine it would come off and he’d be at his regular weight. Refused to give Bucky Ozempic either. Some kinda doctor he was, his patient was obviously distraught.

“Are you dressed yet?,” she hollered.

“Give me a second!,” Bucky pouted.

He was going to pout today. Go to gym, get anger out, and pout. So he shimmied on some catastrophically tight basketball shorts and the biggest shirt he could find. Luckily it covered him up. May or may not have been a panic buy. Bucky cursed some more sitting on his bench to lace up his shoes, stupid gut getting in the way.

Red faced and irritated he snarked, “Happy now princess? I’m going to the gym, nothing is stopping me, I will be going to work out.” She grinned and watched him grab his bag, slapping a round ass cheek on his way out. Bucky shuddered at the wobble. Her familiar rasp rang out, “Nice ass baby! Go get em!”

He was too old for this. Technically his girl was ten years his junior if you took off the cryogenic time. He loved her dearly, always bubbly, somehow remained optimistic after all she’d been through. But the little freak liked Bucky’s pudge, loved it. Always grabbing up on it.

Bucky took the stairs to the gym. He needed it. The brunette thought with a smirk that if he had a nickel for every time he had to remove her hands from his ‘handles of love’ he would’ve been a millionaire back during the Depression. He grimaced at the feeling of his chubby tummy and thick thighs.

Finally. He’d made it. Gym time.

Not a soul in sight, Bucky could just relax and get his frustrations out. With a fuck-ton of a cardio and some toning exercises— really didn’t need any muscle to bulk him out more. He felt a bit peaceful for once, a strange bravado coming over him. The soldier stretched his unused muscles and did a bit of breathing exercises.

God, he already felt lighter. Maybe. Maybe he would take a picture and see if the camera made him look different. Bucky’s therapist already hammered him about his ‘body dysmorphia and negative self-image’.

Taking a peak about and tying his hair half up, Bucky propped the camera at a flattering angle and yanked off his shirt. He refused to look in a mirror for the holidays unless he was clothed. Fiddling with the inane controls, the man finally had the thing on a timer. He pulled off his shirt and tried to pose, straighten up his back again.

The flash went off and he ran to the phone, hit send, then sat down on a nearby bench to look fully. The brunette had to keep his ‘body positive!’ thoughts at the forefront. His chest and legs looked good. Face didn’t look too puffy thanks beard.

Disgust picked the earlier bravado up and hulk smashed it. Buck’s eyes were glued to his rounded belly and fat hips, a muffin over those horrid shorts. There, oh my god, there were stretchmarks on him? Bucky never had stretchmarks! Not the red kind! But there they were— mocking him. Ragged lines on his hips and sections of stomach.

He deleted the picture, feeling horrid. He should run more. But not before the pings blowing up his phone. She was strange and texted in 5 different messages that could’ve been sent in one singular text.

“Babbbbyyyy omg you’re so hot”

“Fuck, I’m getting all flustered in this debrief.”

“Look at that pretty body. Wanna lick those pretty stripes, tiger.”

“I’m so horny lmfao get your ass back to the room in 30. I’m gonna fucking ride you so goddamn hard.”

Bucky blinked a bit, feeling himself perk up. He still was a overblown balloon, but at-least the weirdo he loved enjoyed it. “Tiger huh,” he murmured, scratching at the sensitive marks. Bucky had a time limit now, snatching his gear up and stuffing it into a bag, hustling down the stairs to his room.

“Hey Buck,” Sam’s voice was a blur as Bucky entered his room. He smirked a bit hearing a muffled, “Weird ass.” The super soldier kept his mind on the prize— getting the daylights fucked out of him by his girls. Nope he wasn’t going to pay attention to the chafe on the inside of his thighs one bit. Okay...maybe he’d powder the area after the shower.

All he had to do was wait now. Wait. Not get nerved about his very naked body. He felt like a pile of exposed lard but it’ll be okay. Yep. Bucky would be fine. Pussy would fix his problems. As long as she played nice and didn’t tease. That rendered Bucky into a teary, babbling mess. Either he was always a masochist or Hydra made him into one but God— sometimes when she got mean he saw stars.

The door busted open, Bucky feeling relief at her grinning face. She gently closed it behind her, stripping easily while throwing her panties at him. He caught the material, moaning softly as she growled, “See what you did to me in the middle of that debrief? Had to cut it short my pheromones were so bad.”

Bucky inspected the panties, eyes fluttering at the slick wetting the cloth. He gripped and inhaled, hand flying down to soothe his cock. A lithe body crawled to the end of the bed, the soldier flushing as she seated herself in between his thighs. Keeping him in fucking missionary, her manicured nails spreading him a bit. He gasped, body jolting at the exposure.

Her perky tits heaved as she groped at his thighs and slid down to get handfuls of his round ass. Bucky threw his head back and moaned, “W-What are you up to?” Earlier mentioned pheromones were making his body keyed up and sensitive, pupils likely swallowing up blue eyes. She leaned forward, taught body against his cock.

“Mmm- I don’t know really. You just looked so delicious,” she kissed his belly and cooed, “I know you’re upset with yourself right now, Buck, you’re fucking gorgeous. Holiday weight or not. But I’ll even go to the gym with you, know I’ve been a distraction.”

Bucky slurred a name, hands reaching for her waist, she was so sweet. He sighed, “I enjoyed you as my distraction, best disss-traction everrr. Fuck you’re makin’ me horny babydoll.” She crawled up his bigger body to plant a kiss on Bucky’s swollen lips before sliding back to her place. His cock leaked when she giggled, “I know, poor baby’s all achy for me. But I wanna do something first.”

She slid palms up and down Bucky’s muscled arms, soothing him a little. Then the she-devil gripped his chunky love-handles and shook, watching with poorly-disguised glee. Bucky whined, “Baaaby, stoppp, it’s awful!”

“Think of them as tiger stripes, they’ll fade out when you drop weight,” she dug under where his belly hung a bit and traced at his most sensitive stretch marks. Bucky let out an indecent noise, thrusting up into her sweet touch. The fellow avenger cooed, “S’that feel good tiger? Need some lotion. Pretty boy.”

Bucky outright whimpered when her hand wrapped around his weepy cock, already slick from copious pre. She slowly moved her hand, praising him. Pretty boy, smart, handsome, good, kind, helpful.

He was going to bust a nut before anything happened. Bucky barked, “B-babe, stop! Stop!” Her pretty brows knitted together, hand jerking away as she asked, “What’s wrong bub?” He panted, “Gimme a second, w-wanna fuck you so baaaad.” She gently stroked the outside of thick muscled thighs, padded with love in her opinion.

“Thought I was going to ride you?,” she asked, face beginning to flush.

Bucky shook his head, managing to push himself up to get face-to-face. His soft body filled the tight space between them, making her whimper now. Bucky used one hand to caress the side of her face, the other massaging her pretty tit. Long lashes fluttered, her lips falling open.

Score. He managed to somewhat fumble through the pheromone fog.

Bucky rumbled, “Nuh-uh, all this talk about my body and you don’t want me to pin you down and fill your pretty pussy up? Hm sweetheart?” He punctuated the sentence with a deep kiss, the sweet thing easily giving up to him. It was fun when she played mean but Bucky had more experience— he could play his girl like a fucking fiddle.

“C’mon,” smack, “use your,” smack, “words baby,” smack smack. She didn’t want to stop kissing, sucking on his bottom lip as he pulled away. She blushed, embarrassed on how fast the situation had flipped. His girl whined, “Yeah, c’mon fuck me, fuck me full daddy.” He grinned and laid back, strong arms pulling her atop him.

She squealed, eyes widening. Bucky purred, “You know what to do, Daddy’ll let you on top.” He bit his swollen lip again watching the tip of his clock get swallowed by molten heat, the pair of them shuddering in ecstasy. Her little hands planted on his chest, panting and whining at the fullness. He’d get to work, holding that pretty waist and fucking up into her tight cunt.

It wasn’t long before she was crying out and laying atop his body, gasping, “Y’feel so good! Ah! Soft and oh god s’fucking hard!” Bucky sucked at her neck and thrust into her with downright pornographic slaps. He grunted and gasped, legs wonderfully getting another workout.

He murmured into her ear, a hand stilling all that writhing the poor thing was doing, “Yeah doll? Daddy fucking you good? Feels good to lay on Daddy and get your pussy pounded huh?” She sobbed, clenching and spilling tears on his neck, “Yes daddy! Yes! Don’t stop, fuckfuckfuck, s’rubbing my clit! I love you Daddy!”

Bucky’s eyes crossed for a second. What?

The evil flab that curses his very existence is a free clit rubber? He moaned in delight. Bucky changed their position some to milk out that new fact. Might as well abuse it before it’s gone. His baby was clinging to him now, mewling his name, pussy spasming sporadically. Bucky tilted her head up, melting at her pretty eyes. He rasped, “Come for Daddy baby, know you’re close, let go babydoll.”

He was grinding the tip of his cock into her soft spot while cooing at her. She hiccuped on a sob, the entirety of lean frame tightening down on him. His baby was a lot stronger than she looked. He could feel her core clamp and soak his cock, sending Bucky reeling into his own orgasm with a hoarse shout. He whimpered at the feeling of his balls drawing painfully tight, emptying all he had pent up.

They laid in a pile of sweat and spend, probably love. She was still subbed out, nuzzling into Bucky, only making a soft noise when his soft cock slid out. The brunette guessed it was his turn to return her earlier favor. He felt like the man of the hour. Crazy little kitten thought her geriatric overweight cyborg assassin was hot. Even with the holiday pounds.

So he pressed little kisses, rubbed her back, waxed poetic nonsense of his love for her. Bucky was a lover boy back in the day, just a little rusty, not like his Babygirl was on planet Earth right now anyways. She murmured into his neck with a dopey smile, “Tiger.”

Once again, crazy fellow asset saving Bucky’s wavering self-esteem. How lucky was he?

[fiapartridge]

catching fire au | the underdog

jack hughes x hockey!player

summary: training camp

warning(s): cursing, jack's an asshole!!

a/n: send in some asks for the au <3 i kinda hate this, but hey im done w/ college apps and am ready to write woo

taglist (send in an ask or dm me if u wanna be on the taglist for this au!): @hockeyboysarehot

THERE’S A REASON no one takes a chance on the underdog. “She’s not fast enough, she’s not strong enough, she’ll get hurt.” But they don’t know Riley Dell. No one knew Riley Dell; of her capabilities, her strengths, her weaknesses. 

But this year, she was going to make a name of herself—no matter what, or who, stood in her way. 

SECT. I: TRAINING CAMP.

Media day was a living hell. The interviews consisted of the same tasteless questions: “How do you feel being the first female player in the NHL?” and “How are you going to measure up to the physicality of the other players in the league?” While everyone else was getting questions about their actual gameplay; how they’ll navigate their weaknesses and hone in on their strengths, Riley was getting compared to every single player imaginable.

And the pictures and videos weren’t any better. The photographers suggested that she layed off on the gloves and stick and instead held makeup—fucking makeup. Why the the fuck would she be holding a mascara wand on the ice? The entire day felt pointless. Not a single person took her seriously, and if she called them out, they would accuse her of complaining. She already got the “privilege” of being drafted, and now she wants to complain? Doesn’t look too great. 

The day after, everyone hit the ice for actual training. Finally, a time where she could prove that she deserved to be there; that she earned her spot; that Riley Dell was a force to be reckoned with.

The training camp roster was split into three groups: A, B, and C. Throughout the weekend, the groups were to scrimmage, playing each team once. Group A was the one to keep your eye on. The goaltenders consisted of Tyler Brennan and Vitek Vanecek; defenseman being Brendan Smith, Colin Miller, Luke Hughes, Cal Foote, Michael Vukojevic, Kevin Bahl, and Joe Gambardella; and forwards being Tyce Thompson, Michael McLeod, Curtis Lazar, Max Willman, Jesper Bratt, Tyler Toffoli, Flip Engras, Tomas Nosek, Jack Hughes, and Riley Dell.

“Lindy fucking hates us,” Jack groaned upon seeing Riley tying her laces on the bench as groups A and B skated around the practice facility, getting ready to battle in their first scrimmage of the training camp. “That’s why he gave us Riley, right? To get back at us for not winning in the playoffs.”

Luke skated around his older brother, watching as Jack eyes Riley. “I don’t know why you hate her so much. She hasn’t even stepped foot on the ice yet, Jacky.”

“It’s more than the ice, Luke,” Jack turned to the younger boy, annoyance laced in his voice. “Once she joins the team, the entire dynamic will be off. What will happen to the locker room, Luke, or what will happen when we celebrate our wins? Is she gonna come to the bars with us? It’s stupid, Luke.”

“It’s one girl, Jack. The locker room will be fine, and what’s wrong with her coming to the bars? If anything’s stupid, it’s you, man,” Luke scoffed. “Now come on, being an asshole isn’t gonna win us this game,” Luke said, skating towards the rest of the team.

Once Riley’s laces were tired, she jetted off towards the ice, landing in front of their star player. “Hi, I’m Riley. You must be Jack,” she smiled softly, hand out for him to shake, but when he never stuck out his, she retracted it quickly. “So, I heard you had a career-high last season. Sounds like a dream.”

“Yeah,” Jack grumbled, skating beside her. 

“Um,” Riley bit her cheek, thinking up things to say. Jack wasn’t much of a conversationalist, she thought. “Are you more of a toe-to-heel guy or heel-to-toe?”

Tired of hearing her voice, Jack spun around, stopping Riley in her tracks. “I don’t care that you got drafted to this team. Fitzgerald, and Lindy, and everyone else in this organization are going to realize they made a mistake and send you back to wherever you came from.” Venom pricked his tongue as the words smacked Riley one by one. Even the team didn’t like her. Driving his shoulder into hers, Jack watched her face turn from shock to complete anger. “Hope you didn’t unpack your bags, rookie.”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Riley stood there, unmoveable. She wasn’t going to cry. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction, prove everything he assumed about her. She wasn’t going to let him win. Closing her eyes, she breathed in, out, and thought about every way she could make Jack Hughes’ life a living hell. Dramatic, but who knew there were real devils on this team?

“Nice job out there, Dell,” Nico smiled at Riley, nudging her shoulder as they bounded into the locker room. “Don’t worry about Hughesy, he’s a softie once you get to know him.”

“If he ever gives me the chance to know him,” Riley sighed. 

The game was a total train-wreck. I mean, their team won, but Riley was practically fighting for her life out there. Every single time she made it on the ice, Jack smashed her into the boards, or stole the puck from her, or never gave her the puck at all. His hate was evident and the entire team, not just team A but the entire Devils organization, could see it. How were they supposed to play an entire season together, when they could barely play one scrimmage?

“Don’t let that asshole win, Ri,” Luke stumbled into the conversation, placing his gear down by hers. Luke’s been playing with Riley for the past two years at the University of Michigan, and while they lost against Quinnipiac at the Frozen Four semifinals and Luke immediately left for the Devils after, their bond never deterred. Coming to the Devils felt like coming home (if home consisted of an egotistical jerk and a sexist media team).

Shaking her head, Riley held her practice jersey in her hands. “Promise me, that’ll be the last thing I do.”

[iwanttobebeautifull0]

my daily meal-post!

15k steps today, also went ice skating!

about 700 cals eaten today

17h fasting

photo of the meal below!

stay skinny!

[diazsdimples]

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Hi El 🥹 I will GLADY write these sentences for you!

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“Hey,” Buck whispers. He’s never entirely sure if Edmundo can hear him in this state, but he continues. “Christopher’s woken up. He seems… he seems a little scared, honestly. B-but I read to him and he calmed down a little so I think he’ll be okay.” Buck skates his thumb over Edmundo’s knuckles again, rubbing between the webbing of his thumb and forefinger. He feels warmer today, no longer as cold as marble beneath Buck’s fingers. He’s about to continue when he feels a tightening around his hand, and Edmundo’s brow furrows minutely. Buck’s heart leaps in his chest – this is the biggest sign of life Edmundo has given since he arrived in Sector 118.

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 After meeting Buck in the NICU, the guy seems to pop up in just about every one of Eddie’s births. For the following five c-sections, the minute Eddie calls for pediatrics, there’s a tall, blond head poking into the OR, pink scrubs poking out from beneath his sterile gown and the tiny baby-sized stethoscope slung around his shoulders. The third time Eddie bumps into him on the ward, he has to wonder if he’s accidentally said the guy’s name in the mirror three times. It seems weird – he knows that the chances of him coming across a pediatric doctor on the maternity floor are statistically quite high, but going from never having seen the man before to seemingly not being able to turn a corner without bumping into him… well it’s weird. Buck, for his part, seems to be loving it. He takes to saying, “fancy seeing you here!” every time he sees Eddie with his arms in an abdomen as he hails a screaming baby from it’s mother. His uncontained joy at Eddie’s presence isn’t missed by their coworkers – Hen takes to razzing him whenever Buck enters the room, with the entire scrub team joining in as Eddie flushes a deep red. He would be more embarrassed, if he wasn’t so goddamn giddy. Since they exchanged numbers, he and Buck have been texting back and forth, sharing amusing stories of things they’ve encountered throughout the day.

Tagging @cal-daisies-and-briars @thekristen999 @inell @rainbow-nerdss @neverevan

@bucks-daddy-issues @lottablu @hippolotamus and @theotherbuckley who ask asked for these wips 🫶

[workingtowardsthatphd]

welcome back to my studyblr!

(a new introduction now that I am starting my MA in the next week! this is an update for those of you who are already following me and an introduction for any new people!)

☕ about me!

Cal, 21, UK, she/they

 ☕ studying!

Master of Arts - MA, Historical Research (Sep 2024 - Jul 2026)

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reading, writing, ice skating (I'm hoping to pick that back up while doing my MA), & baking!

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general tips for uni life, daily updates, general thoughts.

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#cal talks #ask me #dissertation #postgrad #study tip

feel free to send me any questions about both postgrad and undergrad life, I am here to help!!

[exhuastedpigeon]

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @cal-daisies-and-briars @steadfastsaturnsrings @devirnis @daffi-990 @hippolotamus @wikiangela @spagheddiediaz :)

it's World Junior season and no one has scored on Sweden yet. I've consumed so much hockey the last three days and now I'm back on my NHL AU bullshit because even though my NHL team is actively hurting me at every turn, this stupid sport and fic are still fun for me. I may have shared this excerpt before, but I don't think I have.

“He's from Texas. They don’t even have ice in Texas,” Buck mutters. He knows that he’s being a shithead about it, it’s just he’s their star defensemen and he’s maybe still nursing a minor wounded ego about Diaz going higher than him in the draft.  Four years ago.  Whatever.  He’s better than Diaz.  It’s just that Diaz is actually really fucking good. He’s fast as hell and he plays really pretty hockey. His hands are so soft that sometimes when Buck watches him he wonders why he doesn’t play forward, but then he sees Diaz’s back check and he remembers the guy plays amazing defense too. It’s annoying.  “Eddie, come meet the guys,” Bobby says, gesturing for Diaz to join them.  Diaz finished putting on his shirt and jogs over to them, a wide grin on his face.  “Eddie, this is Chimney and Buck,” Bobby gestures as he speaks. “And this is our skating coach - Henrietta Wilson.” “Oh, I know Eddie,” Hen appears from basically out of nowhere. “Hey Hen,” Eddie pulls her into a hug. “Can’t thank you enough for the work you did with me this summer.” Buck looks between Hen and Diaz with a frown. He shouldn't know Hen already, even if hockey is a small community, it’s not that small. Buck huffs and spends the first day of camp trying to one up Diaz in all the lifting drills they do. He ends the day exhausted and a little pissed that Diaz is as good off the ice as he is on it.  He rushes through his cool down so he can get away from Diaz before Buck does something stupid like punch him for beating him in their unofficial squat contest or drop to his knees to suck him off for how fucking pretty his snapshot is. 

no pressure tagging @thewolvesof1998 @wildlife4life @spotsandsocks @monsterrae1 @loserdiaz @watchyourbuck @underwater-ninja-13 @malewifediaz @rosieposiepuddingnpie @eddiebabygirldiaz and any anyone who wants to share!

[starfairy]

it's officially winter in my book, so here's my guidebook for having fun with restricting:

🤍 we're going with a 500 cal limit here, it's a super effective deficit while still allowing you to be functional (especially important if you're a student like me)

🤍 winter wonderland walks!!! i love walking in the mornings before class, but anytime that fits into your schedule or is your favorite time of day is perfect. cold exposure is also amazing for boosting your metabolism, so don't wear a coat and just walk fast (obviously if it's below freezing, layer up, be safe babes)

🤍 when you do eat, eat foods that feel like winter, whatever that means to you. for me, cold green grapes, cinnamon rice cakes, cold cucumbers (you get the gist) are winter foods, so definitely play around with this

🤍 play any winter sport! i'm going skiing soon, so go ice skating, sledding, even snowball fights are so fun and burn some cals

🤍 i personally don't do long fasts in the winter (just 16-20 hours) because i'm worried about getting dizzy while the stairs are icy, but if you do want to fast for long periods, PLEASE take your electrolytes and if you get dizzy go inside. BE SAFE NOT STUPID

🤍 sleeeeeep. sleeping and naps are so good for weight loss, and in the winter, our bodies actually need more sleep, so it's a win-win

🤍 warm coffee or matcha with some no fat whipped cream as breakfast is such a delight to wake up for, would highly recommend, it's only 15-30 cals (yes, i know caffeine on an empty stomach isn't good for your hormones but neither is ⭐️ving, so whatever)

bonus:

🤍 spend your money on gifts rather than food lol!

as an aside, winter can be a really hard time with holidays, but if you are spending time with family and you start to/want to recover, DO IT!!!!! do the therapy, tell someone you trust to help you out. mwah lovelies

[getluckylana]

Have ya got any hot girl winter activity suggestions? For the girls that like to spend time with themselves xxx

Reading the dictionary in chronological order (1 word a day) or reading anything really, getting a subscription to the criterion channel and studying niche and foreign films, finding a shallow pond knowone else has discovered / teaching yourself how to ice skate, playing the piano, learning to sew, designing your own clothes and furniture, watch vintage runway’s on YouTube, old Margiela shows are great….shop on Depop, start a vintage collection, write on a type writer or a leather journal, drinking low cal hot chocolate everyday, collecting warm socks and homey candles. <3

[operationandre]

andre being a skateboarder.

his brother taught him when he was little, back when they still got along. young andre would always come home with bloodied knees and scratched up palms. he fell more times that he’d ever admit as he’s to proud of admit to failure.

now, he skates around town. he would skate all the time if he wasn’t pushed by his parents to drive his car and he didn’t have to take cal to school and basically everywhere in town. when he has free time, he’ll skate down the streets by his house or near the abandoned park in new stratford that used to overflow with kids.

there’s a difference between skating and everything else. when andre runs, he imagines he’s running from something or someone. when he’s driving, he’s always thinking about the next turn and the time between him and his destination. when he skates, though, there’s nothing in his mind.

he’s not going anywhere. he’s not escaping from something. he’s just moving. it’s rare that his mind isn’t roaring with worries, plans, and thoughts. times like this, when nothing is bothering him other than a bit of cold wind in his face, are andre’s favorite parts of life.