#I know this is a reach guys.... I'm just having fun

[captain-huggy-bear]

Luke would be the type to keep his private life very private so him having a gf only really his family and friends in michigan know so the devils have no clue and i could see the boys always trying to get luke to hookup with people for like a whole season till next season when they finally learn luke has had a gf the whole time

Oh boy, 100%. He always just politely tells them he's not interested in dating anyone or having a casual hookup or pretends he doesn't notice what they're doing. Jack 100% does not help, he finds it hilarious when any of the guys are trying to get Luke to talk to some random girl in a bar, but he will 100% confirm to you that Luke is the most loyal boyfriend you could ask for. I also see Luke feeling guilty about it even though he hasn't done anything, so every time he gets back to the apartment he's telling you if you live together or phoning you if you don't and basically confessing his 'sins', like 'i'm so sorry, baby, Marky tried to get me to go out with this blonde and she wouldn't stop touching my arm and I told her I wasn't interested and I only love you.' Definitely reaches a point where he breaks and just goes 'STOP! I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND' and all the guys are just like 'why the hell didn't you tell us this sooner?' Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :) Writing Masterlist

"Hey, C'mon, Rusty! What about the blonde at the end of the bar?" Curtis points to a young woman around Luke's age, platinum blonde hair, little black dress, who's eyeing Luke like he might be candy. It doesn't flatter him, if anything it sends a sick feeling to his gut, a roiling discomfort because only you're allowed to look at him like that. You can eye fuck him, no one else. He feels objectified.

"Curtis, I've told you I'm not interested. Not my type." Not his type because his girlfriend is his only type and there's only one of you. It doesn't matter if 100 attractive women all tried to get his number right now, he wouldn't care, wouldn't give it out because you're the one he wants. Literally no one compares to you, he's smitten, whipped, absolutely in love.

"C'mon, seriously! You didn't go out with anyone all last season! Not even a hook up, you're celibate, man! You're young, you should be having fun!" Curtis knocks his shoulder with a grin and Luke just grips his beer tighter, feeling a familiar frustration at the situation. He spent all of last season dealing with the boys trying to goad him into hook ups and flings, throwing women at him like it was their duty to get him laid. He hated every minute of it.

"Yeah, Lukey, you were practically celibate, a monk," Jack chimes in, arm thrown over Luke's shoulder with a grin, the irony of his words not lost on either of them because Luke was definitely not celibate last year. He just wasn't hooking up with random strangers, because he'd started dating you, because you were the only person he wanted to see, to kiss, to sleep with and that still stood firm and true.

"Just go talk to her, maybe you'll get lucky and go home with her tonight! C'mon, what's wrong?" It's Dougie that chimes in this time and Luke wants to die. He wants to die. Or alternative go to your apartment and curl up with you in bed because this is the worst.

"Yeah, are you scared, Lukey?" If Jack wasn't his brother he'd have killed him already, killed him for encouraging all of this bullshit for a year, knowing full well that Luke wasn't single. But, he can't because his mom would be upset if Jack died...he rolls his eyes at him instead, shrugging his arm off of his shoulders.

"You're not secretly a virgin or anything, right, Rusty?"

"Fuck off, Lazar." He snaps, not because it would matter if he was, but because it's stupid that that's the only reason people can comprehend he wouldn't want to sleep around. Maybe it's just not his thing to have hook ups? Maybe he's focusing on his career? Maybe he's already in love and anything else would be cheap and insignificant in comparison?

"Oh, that's hit a nerve, some truth in that?" The guys are all grinning at him like they think they've got it all worked out and it just...it makes him snap, slamming the bottle of beer he'd been cradling to the bar top.

"No, y'know why I don't want to go talk to some random fucking blonde in the bar or hook up with whatever girl you throw my way? Because I've got a fucking girlfriend, okay? I'm not virgin! I'm not celibate! I just don't want to fuck a girl that isn't my girlfriend!" Luke's breathing heavy by the end of it, red it the face because it is so fucking annoying to constantly be bugged about it and he just wants everyone to get off his back. He's happily with you, he doesn't need random hook ups and he certainly doesn't need his team mates trying to get him laid like they have some moral duty to do so.

The way they look at him makes him feel stupid because suddenly they're all calling out variations of, "Dude! Why the fuck didn't you tell us this sooner?!" and he realises that maybe he could have solved this all months earlier by just saying he was seeing someone...like a normal person, maybe? But he'd wanted to keep things private...

He flounders for an explanation, mouth opening and closing, running a hand through his mess curls like that might help his brain to function.

"I just...it was new and...we were keeping it private."

It's Marky that turns to look at Jack, "Did you not know about this?"

"Oh, I knew." Jack is all smug enjoyment, leaning back against the bar and winking at the blonde Curtis had been trying to set Luke up with. Satisfaction rolled off him in cocky waves.

"Why they hell did you let us shove girls at your brother then?" Curtis asks, shocked, nay baffled because Jack had just spent an entire season practically encouraging the behaviour all while knowing full well Luke was dating you.

"It was funny," He shrugs with a grin and mentally Luke is considering whether the price he'd pay is worth putting itching powder in Jack's underwear drawer or maybe if cutting his hair in his sleep would be a better punishment since he can't rip another set of braces off him like Quinn did.

"That's messed up, Jack!" "Yeah, man!"

Luke sighs as the guys all ripped into Jack, downing the last of his beer and grabbing his phone off the bar top.

"Fuck this, I'm going to see Y/N."

"Ohh, you're girlfriend!?" And just like that Luke knows...he knows he's not out of the woods, it's just that the woods have changed from teasing and taunting him about hook ups, to doing so about his girlfriend.

Fuck, he hates being a younger brother.

[ryoko-loves-roses]

Mind Your Business!

Lee!Jun-Ho + Ler!In-Ho

A/N: Ok so - I did change a tiny thing - I am now going to state the lee and ler for the fanfics i write like i did above ^^. After this is successfully posted, I'm going to edit the other fanfics! ANYWAY - This was extremely fun to write -! I hope the characters weren't too OOC. Ily guys <3 Summary : After weeks of In-Ho avoiding phone calls, and talking to his loved ones in general, Jun-Ho decided to go the extra measure and find out what's been bothering his older brother... but something surprising happens... ═════════════════════════════════════════ Months ago, In-Ho’s wife who he loved dearly was diagnosed with a deadly disease. Hospital bills stacked on top of eachother in his tiny dorm, and with no way to pay for his wife’s treatment, he began to distance himself from reality, including the people he once held close - which included his youngest brother, Hwang Jun-Ho. They were 16 years apart, which one could say was a long age gap. Surprisingly, the two had been close since Jun-Ho was a child, so when In-Ho stopped talking to him, it struck a nerve. When Jun-Ho was younger, he was also diagnosed with an illness, meaning he could only be saved if he had a proper kidney donor. In that time of need, In-Ho stepped up. If he never did what he did, Jun-Ho wouldn’t be alive today. God - Jun-Ho knew this, and it was eating him alive. He truly thought that if he didn’t donate his kidney, he could pay for his wife’s surgery by selling it. This little fact made Jun-Ho feel a tiny bit guilty. - Hwang In-Ho is 38, meaning Jun-Ho is 22 - One year before In-Ho learned about the games.

- The lights were off in In-Ho’s apartment. Not because he hasn’t paid the bill, but by choice. He let out a tired sigh as he sat on his well-made bed. He was stuck and didn’t know what to do. He hid his face in his hands, thinking about his wife, who was currently still at the hospital, and the fact that he hadn’t answered his phone in weeks. He just didn’t have the energy. The man was too deep in thought to hear the doorbell ring as well - and who was on the other side of the door? Well - Jun-Ho let out a sigh, crossing his arms impatiently. He stood there for a few more seconds before muttering something under his breath and reaching into his pocket, pulling out a spare key that his brother gave him for ‘emergencies’ “Goddamnit, In-Ho …” He quickly unlocked the door, opened it, and walked in, a worried look on his usual stoic face. Jun-Ho really didn’t want to enter his older brother’s dorm like this, but he had no other choice - He gently opened the door- “In-Ho?” He called out softly, which was a large contrast to his usual stoic tone. In-Ho froze, immediately standing up from the bed, right in tune to when Jun-Ho opened the bedroom door. “Jun-Ho - What the hell are you doing here..?” His tone was strict, as well as his face. There was a reason In-Ho wasn’t answering his phone, and Jun-Ho knew that reason all too well. Jun-Ho just stood at the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he grew irritated.* “You haven’t answered my calls, hyung. I got worried.” The younger male admitted, crossing his arms as he stared at his older brother. You know, despite being the older one, In-Ho was shorter than Jun-Ho by only one inch, which was irritating to say the least - but he didn’t mention it. In-Ho let out an irritated sigh. “There was a reason I didn’t answer. I wanted to be left alone.” Jun-Ho raised an eyebrow. “To sulk? Alone? You should’ve known I wouldn’t let you do that -” It was true - when Jun-Ho was growing up, he was practically attached to In-Ho’s hip. You’d think that the big age gap would put a space in between them, but no. In-Ho was basically the boy’s idol growing up. He wanted to be like his big brother. In-Ho stared at Jun-Ho for just a moment, his expression softening as he sighed. “Yeah. Should’ve known.” *He said sarcastically, sitting back on the bed, which this time, Jun-Ho decided to join him; sitting beside him.

“Tell me what happened.” Jun-Ho blurted out suddenly. He knew about In-Ho’s wife, but he did not know about the financial struggles. “Why haven’t you visited mom and I? You wanna know how worried we both were !!?” As Jun-Ho blabbered on and on, In-Ho let out a frustrating sigh, then - something clicked. Keeping his amusement in checked to not look suspicious, he replied. “You really don’t know how to mind your own business, huh?” As he said that, Jun-Ho raised an eyebrow, about to retaliate with a response, but froze when he felt that familiar sensation of a brotherly hand on his side - “Wait - Hyung… Hyung nOO-” Jun-Ho’s sentence trailed off with a squeak as he felt In-Ho’s fingers dig into his sides, and as much as In-Ho didn’t want to admit it, he missed this. He smiled when those foreign but familiar childish giggles flowed out of his brother like running water. In-Ho then added his other hand, - Now, both of Jun-Ho’s sides were getting attacked with ten fingers. He shrieked, trying to curl up on himself, but that one action just made In-Ho chuckle deeply. “You should know by now that won’t work…” He teased, his usual stoic tone vanishing as a teasy tone replaced it. “Hyuuhuhung - PleheHEHEHehase-!” Jun-Ho giggled and squeaked with every dig, his feet drumming on the dorm floor as he tried to kick, but it was useless. Despite being in the police academy, he was still a victim to his brother’s fond tickles. “Please what, little brother?” In-Ho taunted, managing to lock an arm around Jun-Ho, effectively holding him in place as he drilled both of his thumbs into Jun-Ho’s armpits. He fucking screamed. “FUHUHUUCK-! NOHOHOHOO!!” Jun-Ho squealed out, throwing his head back and kicking wildly, but he knew he wasn’t getting out of his brother’s hold anytime soon - In-Ho’s smirk widened, a bit brotherly sadisticness taking a toll as he tickled his younger brother. “Language, Jun-Ho.” He scolded playfully, feigning sterness as he drilled his thumbs deeper, knowing damn well this one spot got Jun-Ho excruciatingly bad. “IHIIHIm SOHOOHORryEHEe-! IHIihi WOHOOHNT AHAHAHASK ANYMOHOHOORE!!” As Jun-Ho apologized through his cackles, In-Ho let out another low chuckle. “Apologizing already? May I say brother… I think you got more ticklish the last time I saw you.” He taunted, not only continuing, but deciding to nuzzle his face into Jun-Ho’s neck, which In-Ho’s stubble managed to tickle the younger a lot more than if In-Ho’s face was cleanly shaved. Jun-Ho screeched with a new wave of cackles and squeals of laughter as In-Ho doubled down on the tickling. God - In-Ho knew he should stop, but to be honest - he needed this. They both do.

Currently, Jun-Ho was trapped in In-Ho’s hold, basically snuggled up against him as the older man brutally taunted him, nuzzling his stubbly face deeper into Jun-Ho’s neck, and the excruciating fact was that even if Jun-Ho wanted to scrunch up his neck, he couldn’t - cause In-Ho’s head was in the way, giving him the tickles of a lifetime. “PLEhEHEa- GHAhAA -” Every time Jun-Ho tried to beg, he would burst into hysterical squeals and pleads, which In-Ho only smirked at. The 22 year old was now a puddle of extreme embarrassment and ticklishness; his brother wouldn’t have it any other way. “I can’t hear you, Jun-Ho… you’ll have to speak louder.” The older man taunted, smirking as Jun-Ho’s blush deepened by several shades of red. “PLE - PELehEHEASe-! HYUUHUHNG-!” God - What could be more amusing than watching a stoic, serious cop lose his shit? Nothing, i’ll tell ya. In-Ho let out another deep chuckle, deciding to blow a deep, ticklish raspberry on Jun-Ho’s vulnerable neck, making him scream with laughter. Hah… it was surprising the neighbors didn’t hear him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, In-Ho relented, retracting his hands and letting the younger man sit up. Jun-Ho laid idly in his spot for a bit as he tried to gather his breath, but once he finally caught it, he glared at In-Ho.* “Dick.” Of course… the first word to come out of Jun-Ho’s mouth would be an insult. In-Ho rolled his eyes, the playfulness and tenderness of the situation never leaving his face. “I can start again, you know.” At that, Jun-Ho sat up - “Nonono - I’m good -!” Jun-Ho sputtered out, dusting his formal attire off with his hands. In-Ho’s smirk turned into a fond smile, reaching a hand out, and playfully ruffling Jun-Ho’s hair, which made the younger groan. “Seriously, though.” In-Ho began to speak. “Don’t worry about me, namdongsaeng. I’m fine. I’ll be fine.” As much as Jun-Ho wanted to believe his older brother’s statement, he couldn’t help but have a bit of worry. “I don’t want you to do anything reckless, hyung…” 

It was clear that the love the brothers had for eachother was real, and that it could never be broken. Nonetheless, Jun-Ho didn’t even think about it when he hugged his older brother, holding him firmly in his arms. In-Ho’s eyes widened for a brief moment, surprised at the action, but then relaxed, deciding to hug his younger brother back. “I won’t be reckless… not when I have you breathing down my neck.” In-Ho joked, which earned a light chuckle from Jun-Ho as he pulled away from the hug. “Damn right.” As much as In-Ho hated to admit it…. He was glad Jun-Ho barged in uninvited.

[brittscafe]

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐭

Pairing: Ichigo Kurosaki x fem! reader.

Summary: Ichigo and his girlfriend are out on their dinner date and Ichigo's girlfriend reveals that she got into a shootout at work and Ichigo is horrified in every single way possible.

Request: Welcome back my wonderful friend! May I please request a fic where Ichigo has a girlfriend who’s a cop and she gets into a shootout on Valentine’s Day which she tells him about at their dinner date?

A/n: Hi my friend!! Thank you so much for the welcome back!! If y'all don't know I love The Rookie, so this piece was so fun to write <3 And ofc, the countdown to Valentine's Day begins <3

Content: SFW, retelling of a shootout, mention of violence, guns, weapons., female cop reader, established relationship.

The buzz of conversation can be heard throughout the cozy, warm restaurant. Two tall glasses of red wine are across from each other, on the white cloth that covers the table.

While the restaurant on this Valentine’s Day is rather dim, cozy, and orderly, your day at work was quite the opposite with gunfire ringing out from every direction.

"So, how was work?" Ichigo asks with a tiny smile, picking up the glass of wine and placing it in between his lips.

"Definitely more exciting than usual. My training officer and I went into this drug house and all of the sudden they were shooting at us!" you exclaim with excitement as Ichigo's eyes widen and his heart skips a beat.

He almost spits out his red wine, but he doesn't, mindful of how much he just spent on it.

"I'm sorry, what?!" Ichigo asks, worry clouding his orbs.

"Yeah, it was insane, but it gave me so much adrenaline, especially when I got shot," you comment, a huge smile growing along your face as Ichigo's face grows with more worry and concern.

He sets down the glass of wine, jaw pratcially dropped the to the floor.

"You got shot!?" he raises his voice, catching the attention of a few nearby tables and having heads turn. His cheeks turn slightly red and he clears his throat, sinking down a bit in his chair.

"Shhh...it's ok. My chest plate caught the bullet," you chuckle out, reaching across the table and giving his hand a squeeze of reassurance.

"What?! What the hell was your training officer doing when you were getting shot at?" Ichigo asks, smoke practically hissing out from his ears.

You could imagine the glare that Ichigo would give your training officer right now if he could.

"Ichigo, there was like 4 of them against the 2 of us. I knocked one of them on their ass," you speak proudly and Ichigo shakes his head in disbelief.

"Geez, you make it sound like you were a badass catching the bad guys and bringing justice to the world," Ichigo teases you and you roll your eyes with amusement.

"One could say I was a badass," you giggle out, smiling widely. Ichigo rolls back his shoulders, setting up straight and leaning across the table, closer to you.

His cheeks have a tint of red across them and his eyes glisten from the warm, dim lighting in the restaurant. Eyes locked onto each other's from across the table, inching closer and closer to each other.

"Promise to be more careful, please? No more bullets to the chest?" Ichigo asks with a soft voice, gathering your hands in his. He brings your hands up to his warm lips and presses a soft kiss on them.

Your heart skips a beat from the soft, affectionate kiss and you nod your head.

"I can try my best," you reassure him and he grins widely. The two of you lean over the table, lips connecting and intertwining. The kiss is tender and sweet, a friendly reminder of the love shared between the two of you.

[ediesguidetoeverything]

advice: detaching yourself from male validation & seeking relationships

here's the thing with high school relationships: they are so so fun. the idea of a first love is such a beautiful thing in my opinion, and I think everyone SHOULD experience at like a sort-of romantic relationship before college. this teaches people how to care for others, have communication skills, and serves to help you navigate future, more serious relationships later in life.

HOWEVER, you really, really, really shouldn't ever depend on this idea that you will find a perfect boyfriend or girlfriend in high school, that you'll be sweethearts and go to prom together and be this perfect, complete thing. because, to put it honestly, people think too much about themselves. especially at an age where you are still very much a kid, growing and learning and sometimes not taking others into consideration.

" so, what?" SO, here is how you navigate this incredible strong desire to obtain a boyfriend, or even just romantic attention from guys:

get a hobby. not one to impress anyone but yourself. if you like a guy who's super into film, you don't need to become a ' film girl'. find somethings that screams YOU. it can literally be anything you enjoy doing in your free time, ( i'll put up a link to suggestions here) but I'm personally advising something productive. which brings me to my next point...

get off your phone!!! i can't say enough about this, seriously. if you're constantly checking your socials, on tiktok/snap/insta, you will be taking in the lives of other people, whether it be your friends or complete strangers. this builds jealousy. a proven fact, depression and anxiety is present teenagers who use social media DOUBLE the amount of teens who don't. majority of these apps don't lead to anything good, and mainly serve as major distractions to other important aspects of your life. ( i know you're reading this on tumblr, but i'm here to tell you that my account is good vibes only luv y'all)

non-romantic social interaction is key. everyone needs environments where they are able to decompress, be ugly, be genuine, laugh and have a good time without the upkeep or stress of trying to look a certain way. this is what real friends are for. on top of this, good friends will shut down negative self-talk and hype you up like you deserve to be! spend time with people that make you feel good about yourself.

turning that all into confidence doesn't look like the simplest thing, but trust me, it can be effortless with time and sticking to what you know is best for yourself. putting your phone away creates less windows into other people's lives, which will in turn make you realize that those people you once obsessed over? not that important. reaching that step will be such a relieving feeling, and you won't regret it. putting your time into things you're interested will help you get to know yourself better, enjoy solitude, and will genuinely make you happier. the reason people encourage things like this in the first place is because they work!! the final results of doing these things will look like a self-confidant queen, who doesn't chase, but attracts.

[w2soneshots]

omgg i’d love to see like youtuber!reader and bach, maybe like a silly little q&a? or even one of those cute but kinda cringe couple challenges from like 2010 loll ( like the chapstick challenge or smth ). obviously don’t feel pressured to write this if you don’t want to!! love ur work btw 🩷

Q&A -Italian Bach

words: 0.7k+

warnings: suggestive content.

summary: you and Bach answer his fans weird and funny questions about your relationship.

notes: hello lovely!💗 Thank you so much for your request (I apologise for posting it so late🙈). This was actually so much fun to write and it’s also my first fic for Italian Bach, hehe. I hope you enjoy!!✨🫶🏼

"Hello m' lady," Isaac greeted me at his apartment door, stepping aside to let me in. I giggled before softly pecking him on the lips.

We were both quite new to the whole youtuber thing just eight months ago. We met through a friend and decided to film a video together. The fans started shipping us, as they do, and something else ended up blossoming between us.

"Ready to film?" I asked, after we'd spent a little while chatting on his sofa. "Yup!" He jumped up and then reached for my hands to pull me up and off the couch.

He brought another chair into the spare bedroom so we could both sit at his desk, then he turned the camera on and we got started.

"Hello, my little gremlins," he began in a strange voice, I didn't bat an eyelid since I was fully used to his antics. "Today I have my girlfriend here to answer some of your questions. So get comfy and maybe get some popcorn or something."

I shuffled in the chair as he pulled out his phone. "Okay... Jacob asked, do you guys fuc-" he faked a gasp and I raised my eyebrows. "Jacob that is absolutely disgusting, you little virgin man... ew, but the answer to your question is yes. Anything to say on the matter y/n?" I breathed out a laugh. "Nope. I think you covered all bases."

"Next! Lillian, ah... can never trust a Lillian," I furrowed my brows. "What why?" "I have my reasons. Okay, she asked when did you realise you loved y/n?" "Aw, that's cute!" I smiled.

"Umm... probably when I got some of that poosay!" "Isaac!" I playfully slapped his arm. "No no, I'm joking! It was after we'd just finished filming a video and we ordered dinner and I realised that even the boring, simple things I always enjoyed doing it if it was with you."

"Oh my god, that was actually such a sweet answer, the tiktok editors are gonna eat that up." He chuckled as he knew I was right.

"Do you wanna read this one?" He asked. I nodded and took the phone. "Wolfman57 asked when we want kids," my eyes widened as I read the message. "First of all, I love your username, secondly that's a big question to ask, wolfman." Bach stated.

"Why don't we get back to you in a few years?" I opted. "Yes, we shall do that," Isaac seconded. "Moving on... oh lord, Sam asked, what's the biggest animal you think you could fit up your ass?" "Woah Sam, that's crazy," Bach grimaced.

"Why don't you take the phone back?" I said and he quickly took it. "I'm sorry your eyes had to witness that my love," he joked.

After quite a few interesting questions we were onto the last one. I leaned my head on Isaac's shoulder so that I could see the phone. "Okay... finally, Laura asked, what's our favourite thing about each other?"

"Ooo, I like this!" I grinned. "My favourite thing about you is your ability to find the good in any situation. Though an honourable mention is that fat ass," he answered.

I scoffed. "That was sweet and you know what... I'll take it. Okay, now yours, my kind sir, would be your funny little jokes and the way they make me belly laugh. Along with the mullet," I smirked as I ran my hand over the back of his hair.

"Thank you for watching till the end, obviously y/n will be back soon so put any requests of things you want to see us film in the comments!" "Nothing dirty," I added. Bach chuckled before turning the camera off.

"That was perfect." "You're perfect, now let's go get some lunch," he responded, standing. "You know... if we order something, that usually takes like twenty minutes to come..." "ah... what do you suggest we do while we wait ma'am?" "I don't know, a lot can be accomplished in twenty minutes," I replied with a cheeky smile.

In and instant he'd grabbed me and flung me over his shoulder. I let out a shriek and giggled as he ran with me into our bedroom.

[hugecaniac]

hi, im new to the hurricanes. curious from a fandom pov: who are the best friends in the room? are there any like bigger ships? i want to know your little guys so bad so they can be MY little guys too!! any lore for any of the guys that i should know, or just do you know of any intro to the canes primers?

First of all, HELLO & WELCOME!!!!! It gets a little silly in caniac land but I've only ever had great experiences with other canes fans here and irl, and I hope you'll come to love our little community as well <3

unfortunately, you have come in at a tragic time for carolina hurricanes frienships, as our hot boy best friend squad was recently decimated with the rantanen/necas/drury trade - neci & svech were probably the closest we had to a dynamic duo type :(

we did lose teuvo teravainen during the last offseason(TRAGIC), who was good friends with sebastian aho - he and Seth Jarvis apparently tore it up at aho's wedding this summer. We did keep our finn numbers up with the rantanen aquisition, so our honorary finn jarvy can keep his citizenship.

other good friends are svech & kochetkov who are both younger guys on the team & share the russian bond - svech was his translator when he was first called up & kooch didn't speak much english, here they are being cute as hell about kooch accidentally cursing in an interview. kooch's english has gotten much better this season & he's done a couple of solo interviews with our favorite chaotic color commentator Tripp Tracy (arguably one of the larger personalities in the canes lb)

I'm not really into any shippy stuff with the canes - I think Svech/Kochetkov has some traction, but its definitely not in the realm of the bigger hrpf ships, and I don't personally ship it. If you want to go the historical route, there's always Jeff Skinner/Eric Staal which was HUGE in the early days of hrpf

no canes introduction would be complete without mentioning the seth jarvis phenomenon, either! just today he posted the world's goofiest video from a nascar race with staal, martinook & chatfield. If you're looking for adorable goober, personality extraordinaire, look no further. He is never beating the just a little guy allegations. he does hops with svech as part of his pregame warmup (very adorable)

Also, in a completely objective statement of fact, we have one of the greatest d-men in the league, Jaccob Slavin. He saves us the game practically every time he's on the ice, and he's an absolute angel with some of the lowest penalty minutes in the league consistently. if he ever leaves i will be doing something drastic

and finally, for a primer, I think the most recent one is here from the start of the 23-24 season by @pyotrkochetkov & @smileysvech. It's mostly accurate for team lore, but you'll see as you go through just how much our team has changed over the course of this season & last year! We lost a ton of our d-core over the summer when their contracts were up, and our new GM has been making some BOLD moves with trades & contracts, which is exciting to see from a team perspective but sucks so fucking bad when its your guys leaving :((((((

anyways i hope this was informative & you learned a little bit about the team & why we love them so much! they're truly such a fun group to watch & i hope you think so too <3 we'd love to see you in the lb anytime, and feel free to reach out if you want to know more!

as a bonus, i'll tag some of my favorite canes blogs if you want to follow some others - in addition to the authors of the primer above, i love following @andreisvechnikov @poke-checked @sethjarvy @turbolainen and @captainmcbabygirl for lb/canes content, just off the top of my head!

[wenellyb]

Some people: "Bucktommy shippers are weirdos"

Me, proving their point:

Would you guys mind putting on some tinfoil hats with me for a minute?

So during the dinner scene, Buck and Tommy are coming from the kitchen with their plates, and we see a pot on the stove.

Why am I talking about this?

Because the handle of pot it turned to the left.

But Buck is right-handed

Do you know who is left-handed?

Tommy!

So what does it mean?

It means Tommy is probably the one who cooked dinner.

If I take the headcanon even further, Tommy knew Buck had an exhausting day and went to Buck's appartment first and had dinner ready for him when he got home.

[my85volvo]

Having fun with this one! IDK if I reblogged this correctly but it was getting long so 🤷🏽. Thanks @renmackree!

Stiles sat on the floor, eyes bleary from sleep, completely dumbfounded. He distinctly remembered NOT drinking last night, but he did fall off his bed this morning, so maybe he hit his head without noticing. It seems much more likely that he dreamed and/or hallucinated the breathtakingly hot naked man waking him up and then disappearing into thin air, as opposed to actually witnessing the divine rebirth of...what did he call himself? Wolf of the Wool? Was that some sort of 'wolf in sheep's clothing' reference?

It was too ridiculous to fathom. He was either bat-shit crazy or had suddenly become very skilled at lucid dreaming. When he stood, he looked around suspiciously, as if the mystery wolf guy was hiding somewhere in the 10' by 8' dorm room. He checked his door: still locked. He checked his window: still closed, and locked, and 4 stories off the ground. Everything seemed normal, but his heart wouldn't stop threatening to beat out of his chest.

This was WAY too elaborate to be a prank. Probably. Stiles needed an outside perspective before he melted into a puddle of anxiety. It was nearly 11 on a Sunday morning, so maybe Scott was still asleep. Perfect. Without much forethought, Stiles scrambled to his door, grabbed his keys from the wall hook, and took off bare-footed wearing nothing but boxers and an old batman t-shirt. He nearly fell flat on his face trying to avoid the other students littering the residence hall, but made it down one flight of stairs and through a maze of hallways to reach Scott's room in the east sophomore dorm.

Stiles knocked on the door while simultaneously calling for Scott to answer it.

"Scott, hey Scotty, you there? Mayday, man. BIG fucking mayday. Dude, open the door, come on."

Stiles emphasized the importance of his visit by escalating to a loud, continuous banging. He vaguely heard someone cursing him from the next room.

Finally, after waiting an agonizing 13 seconds, Scott answered the door looking hungover and deeply annoyed. He left it open and then quickly turned around to shuffle-flop back on his bed before listening to anything Stiles had to say.

"Scott, we have an emergency," Stiles began, rushing in to close the door and step inside. "I think it's like...level C fucked up. I'm freaking out."

Scott sat up, instantly sober and alert. He took a moment to study Stiles, who was pacing the tiny dorm room while biting his nails. After Scott was satisfied that Stiles seemed relatively uninjured, he responded as calmly as he could.

"Do we need to go to the hospital?" Scott asked, his eyes betraying a deep concern for his friend.

"I don't know, maybe not. I mean, probably not...yet?" Stiles stopped his pacing and looked at Scott as if he held all the answers.

"Just tell me what happened," Scott sighed.

Stiles sat next to him on the bed, then stood, then sat at his desk, then stood again, and continued pacing. Scott waited patiently.

"A naked man woke me up, claimed to be a god, told me I'm the chosen one, then disappeared into thin air."

"Did you hook up with someone last night?"

"No! I stayed in my room all night like a loser so I wouldn't have to run into Matt at that stupid keg hunt thing and see his stupid face and listen to his stupid excuses for his stupid creepy jokes." Stiles flailed his arms for emphasis. "Which is your fault, by the way. I swear to god I'm--"

"Never letting me set you up again, I know dude, I know."

"There's just shit you don't say on a first date. It should be basic fucking common sense 101. When I say, 'hey man, I'm not into fooling around in the woods, I just met you and there are bugs everywhere,' the correct response is not 'well no one would find your body out here.' Who does that?"

"Douchebags." Scott rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, some of his hangover fatigue creeping back into his frame.

"Correct, Scotty. Douchebags. Douchebags do that. We're getting off track here," Stiles shook out his head and tried his very best to focus. "Scott, you need to tell me if I was hallucinating."

"So some naked guy wandered into your room? Maybe he was on drugs," Scott shrugged.

"No, a naked guy appeared in my room. The door and window were locked. This guy was weird, dude. He said he was, like, a reincarnated wolf god, and I was his priest or something, and he wanted to bless me, and then he said he would kill the security guards on an alter of blood if I called them for help."

Scott started looking less worried and more skeptical.

"And he came to you while you were sleeping?"

"He woke me up, rudely, I might add. Pay attention."

"Stiles, I think you were just dreaming."

"It felt real, Scott. Even now--" Stiles' felt his skin shiver when he conjured an image of the man in his head. "Even now, it feels like he'll pop back any minute."

"Is he like...trying to hurt you? Is he after you, Stiles?" Scott asked with genuine concern.

Stiles thought a moment, and while he was terrified at the implications that this man was very capable of violence, he didn't necessarily feel like he was a target. More like...the man was just fixated on him.

"No, I don't think so. But he could definitely beat me to a pulp."

"All right, name every Blockbuster Batman Movie in Chronological order."

"What?"

"Just do it, Stiles."

Stiles sighed and racked his brain for a moment before flawlessly belting out the entire lineup in a single breath.

"Batman, Batman Returns, Batman Forever, Batman and Robin, Batman Begins, Dark Knight, Dark Knight Rises, Batman vs. Superman, Lego Batman, Justice League, and the good one."

Scott nodded in approval.

"You're not paranoid, and your memory is fine. Hallucinations weren't one of her symptoms. This isn't that. It's not a level C."

Stiles let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. His shoulders sagged as he plopped down next to Scott on the bed. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and brought his head down to rest in his hands. It was terrifying thinking that the illness that took his mother might take him, too. But Scott was right, it couldn't be that.

"It felt so real. I was scared I was losing it. Losing myself."

"Hey man, you're under a lot of pressure right now. Finals are coming up, and both your upper division courses have you studying until 2am most nights. You're just tired and stressed. It happens."

Stiles nodded, and let another deep breath escape.

"Tell you what. Let's go to Judy's for lunch and order a curly fry mountain, then come back here and marathon Star Wars. You need a break. Sound good?"

Stiles looked at his best friend and smiled.

"Thanks man."

"That's what I'm here for, dude. Now fuck off for 2 hours and let me sleep some more."

Stiles chuckled and punched him in the shoulder, standing with a stretch before walking towards the door. He felt lighter already.

"Night night, Scotty," Stiles called behind him.

Scott replied with a grunt, already half asleep.

Once Stiles was back in his room again, his thoughts returned to the naked man (in a totally innocent way and not in a horney jail way). There was one thing the man said that kept nagging at him. He asked, 'What do you need to build your faith?'

It kept turning around in his head. If, for some reason, this guy existed, then what would prove he was actually a god? The man could clearly teleport, so maybe he could grab him some hot cheetos in the blink on an eye? No, too easy. He needed to find something so obscure, so far away, that holding it in his hands would be irrefutable proof that this guy was the real deal. Theoretically, of course. Because this guy was definitely, totally, not real. How could someone that attractive even exist?

Stiles kept telling himself that looking up rare orchids in the Amazon was purely an academic exercise and not a back-up plan in case his delusion made another visit. By the time Scott came to fetch him for their lunch plans, Stiles had a short list memorized of what he might ask Mr. Hot Guy to prove to him.

After stuffing himself with curly fries and starting a 4th Star Wars film, Stiles was finally starting to feel like the events of the morning were just a far-off memory. He passed out on Scott's floor by midnight atop a pile of blankets and pillows.

The next time Stiles opened his eyes, the light slipping in from the window was a muted gray. It was the kind of light that illuminates the sky just enough to announce that the sun hadn't quite risen yet. He saw a pair of polished black Oxfords in front of his face, which his brain automatically filed as Scott digging out his shoes from prom, for some reason.

"Good, you're awake." A voice said from above his head.

Stiles furrowed his brow and looked up to see the so-called Wolf of the Wool standing over him, wearing a perfectly tailored, dark slate 3-piect suit with a black button-down and deep maroon tie.

"I see you've found another follower for me. Excellent work, young priest," The man smiled down at him.

Stiles screamed.

Derek is the old god of the forest, forgotten and unworshiped for centuries. Towns were built around his forests and the alter where once offerings were laid has been overgrown. Derek believes himself to be lost and resigns to an endless slumber.

That is until a college kid stumbles on his alter and offers the large stone wolf a piece of his sandwich.

Now, awake and once more worshiped, the god must protect his new high priest Stiles at all cost. Which means blending into a world he knows nothing about. And going to college.

[orbofrommyshows]

This is probably just full programmer projection but how pissed do you think Turbo was when fifth gen games started rolling into the arcade? Guy takes all this time to learn code and learn the different assembly languages like z80 and 6502 and maybe even m68k and he's probably reaching a point where he thinks he has it all figured out.

And then around the mid-ish 90s games along the same vein as Sugar Rush start coming out.

And now not only are they running on an assembly language Turbo had probably not seen before (MIPS), but they're also being programmed mostly in C, a completely different language that he will be learning for the first time without the help of any book or reference cards.

And so now he's almost worse off, because not only does he have to juggle figuring out which MIPS opcodes are the same and which opcodes are different from the previous assembly languages he learned (and handling 32 bit architecture) but now he's also gotta learn what inline embedding is and how to do it in a language he is only now encountering.

Oh to be a fly on the wall (or bug in the code lmao) when he was dealing with that.

[moonchild-in-blue]

Australian Rituals / Teeth of God Tour Bingo

Alroighte gwois, let's hear your predictions for the upcoming rituals. I *might* make another bingo (like on Wembley) - even if I don't, let's get them all in one place cus I think it's funny.

If you have something specifically for the Teeth of God Tour (because they are headliners and can do Cooler™ Fancier™ stuff) do specify. Same for strictly Australian Rituals. Some stuff may happen earlier (like when they debuted TMBTE and the new Espera masks), others may only happen on the Tour, so let's just put them all here and see what happens 😗✌️

Please reblog/put on the replies your predictions!! Whether serious or silly, please share!

Mine are:

One of the Vessels (Vessel or ivy OR Espera!!!!) singing onstage with Oli

Kangaroo/koala headbands / Aussie Explorer hat

EUCLID (more for Teeth of God but wouldn't be surprised if earlier)

The Apparition (PLEASE)

The Summoning pushups will return

Older song throwback (please please Sugar or Jaws. TNDNBTG for ToG)

Outfit change for the Vessels (only cus i think Australia is quite hot now innit? poor iv will MELT in that jacket)

NEW VESSEL JEWELLERY

This one I'm not super confident/keen on BUT new Vessel mask with Antlers (more likely on ToG but who knows)

[sysig]

Guess who :3c (Patreon)

[herefortheships]

Going to bed. Tomorrow's Halloween! It'd be so nice though if I could finish the outline for the book I wanted to write in November. Don't know if I said it here, but I'm doing NaNoWriMo in November but like, not officially lol. Just a writing challenge with my sisters. I want to start something new. But, so far, my outline is so-so. I do have an outline for the sequel to this other book, but I just want to work on something new. Like a very self-indulgent paranormal romance or something like that.

[clovercrafted-txt]

Title: Forwards (To Anywhere and Everywhere)

Fandom: Rain World Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mild Gore, Canon-Typical Suicide, Mental Health Issues, Toxic Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm

Characters: No Significant Harassment, Chasing/Grey Wind, Seven Red Suns, The Hunter, The Rivuet

Summary:

There’s a life out there, outside of this box, this birdcage, a life Sig has longed to grasp in his hands, to tear from the cold death grip of those who made him, those who abandoned him, a life he longs to live so utterly joyously that his creators would probably drop dead and pass from the world just with the shock.

It’s a life not meant for him, for any of them. And he’s tried. He’s tried and he’s tired and he’s so over failing again and again, so done with asking endless questions, thundering towards a goal he has no belief in. Is it really so bad to want to leave? Is it really so awful that he wants to live?

~

No Signigicant Harassment finds himself stumbling through life with a very long list of regrets following him. But with a little help, a desire to give his creators a middle finger and a need to fix his mistakes, somehow he finds himself becoming the first of his kind to cast away their can and walk the world. What he does with that new found freedom is yet to be seen but he's sure he'll fuck it up somehow.

[quatregats]

Started rereading Midshipman and had the cursed thought that these are not too wildly different of a genre than the Railway Series (aka some offset of School Stories) and so you could definitely swap elements from either and still probably end up with a cohesive narrative

[tricksterlatte]

The Online Fandom 7 Deadly Sins

sloth: complaining about how no one writes the tropes or pairings you like and bashing what's already out there, while refusing to create anything you desire yourself

greed: zine and other finance-related scandals with zero remorse for those negatively affected

gluttony: spending rent money on merch, experiencing buyer's remorse, then repeating the same process next month

wrath: anon hate over literally everything under the sun, even harassing official writers and threatening them if they don't make your ship canon

pride: devaluing other's characterizations and ships to praise yours as better, whether through a canon perspective or a moral perspective, when neither matter in the long run when it comes to your own enjoyment

envy: trash talking others' fandom creations or saying you won't bother creating anything because it'll never be as good as them

lust: fighting over who tops or bottoms because of your personal preferences when one, both, or neither could happen, especially when most of these characters never even kiss canonically nor have most people fighting done any of these things irl themselves

[torgawl]

when will genshin give us any sort of information on the underground intelligence network? we don't even have a name for it... GIVE US A CRUMB. A SINGLE ONE, I BEG.