#ace of diamond carlos

[4kominato]

A/N: Hiiii sorry it's lateee (as usual). I finally got a chance to breathe bc its spring break rn... but also this is my last academic semester!! after finals this May its only rotations til graduation!! thank god... so i should have more free time after May! ~kuri

@ssnyda Request: I would like to request a scenario where there's some tension between Carlos and reader before smut ensues? Like in the locker rooms or something.. Since Carlos seems like a pretty nice guy all in all, I'd prefer if it also ends on a sweet note as well, thanks!

Pairing: Kamiya Carlos Toshiki x F!Reader

Genre: Smut (M) - SEXUAL CONTENT

Word Count: 3.4K

Finally, you thought to yourself as the cram school bell rang. You’d promised your boyfriend, Carlos, that you’d watch his pre-season scrimmage against Seido this evening before going out to dinner together, but your dumbass managed to forget that you had cram school at the same time, even though you’ve had the same cram school schedule for the past two years. Instead of telling him you couldn’t make it though, you decided it’d be a good idea to sprint back to the school as soon as your class ended and make it just in time to catch the last few innings. But no, of course it wouldn’t work out that perfectly. By the time you get back to school the whole field and the stands are completely deserted with absolutely no players or spectators in sight.

“Dammit!” you cursed to yourself, face palming at your own pride and stupidity. You should’ve just been honest with him and told him you would only be able to make it to dinner.

“Looking for Carlos?” a familiar, monotonous voice spoke up, snapping you out of it.

“Oh, Shirakawa-kun, hi,” you chuckled nervously, “Yeah, I’m looking for Carlos. Sorry I missed the scrimmage…”

“It’s fine, you didn’t miss much. Seido’s batting line-up is pretty shit right now. We won without even trying.”

“Ouch… Well, hopefully they get it together before the season starts, but still congrats on the win. Anyways, so where’s Carlos?”

“The last I saw him he was still in the locker room. I think he should be almost done by now.”

“Cool. Thanks Shirakawa-kun! Nice talking to you!” You quickly excused yourself with a bow, to which Shirakawa returned a brief wave before the two of you parted ways.

When you arrived at the men’s locker room, the door was propped open so you called first without entering, “Carlos? Are you in there?”

“Yeah,” he answered back almost immediately, “You can come in. No one else is in here.”

You were reluctant to enter, considering it was the men’s locker room, so you popped your head in first, then entered once you confirmed it really was only Carlos in there. When you spotted him, he was standing in front of one of the lockers, without a shirt on, seemingly doing nothing… though you didn’t miss the opportunity to check out his beautifully sculpted back and arm muscles since they were out on display.

“U-uh, Carlos…?” you spoke up once you collected yourself after the initial shock of seeing him shirtless.

“Hm?” he responded, turning towards you to reveal his chiseled front side making you almost choke on air. Darting your eyes away, you gulped hard before responding.

“W-why… are you just standing there? Without a shirt on?” you murmured, eyes glued to the floor. There was definitely mutual knowledge that this was the first time you’d seen him half naked, but while you were flustered by the situation, Carlos appeared unphased; or maybe he was actually enjoying your reaction.

“Why aren’t you looking at me when you’re talking to me, hm?” he answered back with a smirk that you barely managed to make out through your peripherals as he slowly approached you. “You’re not embarrassed to see your own boyfriend without a shirt on, are you?”

In the blink of an eye he was standing right in front of you, hands creeping around your waist as he pulled you flush against him and despite your previous inability to look at him directly, the close proximity made staring at his beautiful face and upper body irresistible. You were so dazed that it didn't even occur to you that you were just standing limply in his hold until he commented, “You can touch me too y’know,” with a chuckle.

You could feel your face heating up and your heart beating faster thinking about where this could lead. You’d be lying to say you hadn’t fantasized about it before… many times before… but leaving cram school today, you didn’t expect in the slightest that tonight would be the night that you reached home base, and you definitely didn’t think it’d be in the locker room.

Just as you lifted your hands and placed them onto his firm chest, an obnoxious but familiar voice startled you, making you impulsively jolt away and break out of your still calm boyfriend’s grasp.

“Carlos?! Carlos! Are you still in there?” The voice grew louder until a shorter boy with blonde hair emerged from the doorway, his face lighting up upon seeing the one whom he was searching for standing before him, “Thank god you’re here, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! What’s taking you so long? You’ve been in here since the end of the scrimmage!”

“I was debating if I should put my shirt on or not,” he replied dryly, not bothered at all by Mei’s judgment.

“What? Why? You never wear a shirt anyways,” Mei remarked, puzzled over Carlos’s unusual predicament.

“We’re going out to dinner,” he answered, gesturing his head towards you as he spoke, to which the blonde refocused his attention in your direction.

“Oh, hi! You were so quiet I didn’t even notice you there!” Mei chuckled and slung an arm around you.

“Or maybe you’re just too loud and oblivious,” you responded sheepishly whilst you still attempted to collect yourself after the heated moment you were having with your boyfriend just moments before.

“Hey, that’s not nice,” Mei whined with a pout, “But really, you seem a little, hm… flustered. What’s wrong?”

“This is the first time I’ve been shirtless in front of her. Let her breathe, man.” Carlos shook his head with an exasperated sigh at his routinely obnoxious teammate.

“What?! Are you serious?!” Mei laughed out-loud in disbelief before turning to you, “I would’ve thought you’d seen this guy naked already because he literally never wears clothes around here, especially in the dorms.”

“W-what?” You sputtered, not knowing how to respond. This was news to you, but even the sheer thought of Carlos naked had you biting your lip and clenching your thighs together; maybe you even felt a bit jealous that the baseball team got the chance to see your boyfriend nude on numerous occasions while you’d yet to see it for yourself.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” Carlos finally stepped in, flicking Mei in the forehead before pulling you out of his grasp.

“Ow! Rude!” he whined, rubbing his forehead to ease the pain. “Well anyways, I came to ask if you wanted to come to yakiniku with us. I’m going with Masa-san, Shirakawa, and Itsuki, but I guess you already have dinner plans so nevermind. Later!” Throwing up a wave, Mei finally made his way out of the locker room without another word. Thank god; you thought he was never gonna leave…

Upon Mei’s exit, Carlos followed close behind to close and lock the door, preventing the possibility of any further interruptions. “Now, where were we?” Carlos asked rhetorically as he re-approached you, cupping your face in his hands.

“I was admiring your body,” you admitted without shame, desperate to pick up where the two of you left off.

“Right, right… and I was saying you don’t have to be shy to touch me.” Leaning in to connect your lips, his hands, soon after, slid from your cheeks and slowly down your neck, creeping to your shoulders and then down the length of your arms until they reached your wrists. Eagerly, but gently he guided your hands up to his toned abdomen, encouraging you to caress him to your heart’s content. Entranced by the passion in his kiss, you were unable to resist the invitation to feel him up so you did; delicately you traced every crevice with your fingertips and explored every inch of his exposed torso, working your way up from his v-cut to his pecks.

Your breath hitched in your throat and heat rushed between your legs at the feeling of Carlos thrusting his hips flush against you, revealing to you how hard he’d gotten. Knowing now that he wanted you made your desire for him amplify more than you even thought possible; while still eagerly savoring the taste of his lips and tongue you pulled your uniform tie loose and aggressively began unbuttoning your dress shirt.

“Hasty, aren’t you?” Carlos pulled away with a smirk spread across his glistening lips.

“I want you,” you admitted without hesitation, peeling your top from your shoulders and letting the garment fall to the floor. “I’ve been wanting to for a while now, but our schedules just haven’t been able to line up…”

“Aw, baby,” Carlos cooed, wrapping his arms around your torso to unhook your bra, “You should have told me. I could have snuck you into my dorm any time… and bought some condoms ahead of time.” Pinning you against the closed lockers, he peppered kisses along your neck whilst he tenderly cupped one of your breasts in his palm. As his plump lips worked their way further down your collarbone and chest, it wasn’t long before they encompassed your free nipple, sucking and nipping at it without neglecting your other breast, continuing his fondling with gentle, circular motions.

“It’s ah-alright…” you struggled to speak amongst Carlos’s amazing service, “I s-started birth control a-as soon as we started da-ating…”

“Hm, wow. What a good girl,” he hummed in delight as he slid even further down your body, his hands grazing your hips before smoothly slipping them under your uniform skirt to hook his fingers into the waistband of your panties. “You’ve been preparing for this all along, huh?”

“Yes,” you gulped in anticipation, and before you could say anything more, he had your panties pooled at your ankles and you could feel your own wetness trickling down your inner thighs.

“Yeah, I see that.” He observed with a deep chuckle, brows raised in amusement as he swatched a sample of the copious arousal seeping through your lower lips. Chills ran down your spine as you watched him take your essence into his mouth and lick his fingers clean with a satisfied expression on his face. “You taste delicious,” he praised as he guided you to sit on one of the benches and pushed your skirt up enough for him to see you in all your glory.

Hooking one of your legs over his shoulder, his tongue wasted no time delving into the depths of your slick folds, briefly teasing your entrance before slowly dragging his wet muscle up to your clit. After circling and flicking it a few times bare, his lips joined in on the fun, enveloping the sensitive bulb as his tongue continued with its skillful stimulation.

“Mm-ngh… Carlos…” you whimpered in a failed attempt to stifle your moan out of fear that a random passerby outside would hear what was going on; but whatever magic your boyfriend was working down there felt so damn amazing that he managed to break you just a little bit. You didn’t think your stamina was all that bad, but now he definitely had you second guessing.

“C-Carlo-os I-I’m—“

“Close? I know,” he interrupted smuggly, pulling away only momentarily to speak before he resumed God’s work, but with a kick this time. To your surprise, he slipped two of his slender digits into your core, adding stimulation from the inside whilst his mouth continued its assault from the outside.

“C-Carlos—!?” you squealed, face scrunched and toes curled as he effortlessly pushed you over the edge. Though it wasn’t much to work with, you gripped the back edge of the narrow locker room bench from behind for dear life as the bliss exploding from between your legs surged through the rest of your trembling body. The orgasm he induced had you feeling so weak that it felt like your arms could give out on you any second, but you did everything in your ability to hold yourself up because more than anything, you didn’t want the euphoria to end.

You didn’t do it consciously, but you must’ve made a disappointed sound or expression as the warmth of his mouth and fingers receded, but with his clean hand, Carlos tilted your chin up to place the most chaste kiss to your lips. “Don’t look so sad. Y’know I’m not done yet, right?”

Swinging a leg over the bench, he straddled it facing you as his hands went straight to his belt, then pants, hastily undoing both of them enough to access the waistband of his briefs. “Babe, c’mere,” he called in a deep, sultry tone that immediately perked you up, “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

You watched like a hawk as his hooked thumb pulled the spandex material over the prominent bulge hidden beneath, the suspense of the reveal making you utterly restless in your seat. When his firm manhood finally sprang from the confines, you felt like you could come again in that instant just from looking at it; it was even sexier than you could’ve ever imagined.

“Well, don’t just stare,” he chuckled, obviously flattered by your reaction, “Come here and give me a nice fastball right down the middle so I can hit a homerun, hm? Or maybe a few if you can go for that long.”

That was all you needed to hear to completely drop your self-restraints and pounce him like a bitch in heat. It took you about point five seconds to position yourself on top of him while he gently guided your hips down to align his tip perfectly with your entrance. Having absolutely zero patience, you lowered yourself onto him, letting his girth stretch your cavernous flesh as his length inched its way up to kiss your womb. 

“Damn, baby. Does it feel okay?” he half asked, half groaned, to which you nodded aggressively because you were actually far beyond okay… you were more like in heaven or something to that caliber. “Tell me if something hurts or doesn’t feel good,” he assured as he steadily thrusted his hips upward, then retracted just as slowly to gauge your response to his movement before picking up the pace.

“It’s good, but…” you mumbled breathily as you wrapped your arms and legs around his torso, face nuzzling into his neck, “Please go faster…”

“Faster?” he questioned with a chuckle, “I can’t deny a request like that, but still make sure to tell me if it hurts.”

Not even a moment after you gave him an affirmative nod, his hands were on your ass, stabilizing you while he bucked his hips up into you like a wild animal, making you bounce erratically on top of him.

“A-ah… Ca-arlo-os…!” you cried out choppily, the feeling of his cock pulverizing your insides making your whole mind go blank; the only thing you could process was how good he was making you feel and how close you were to coming again.

“You okay?” Carlos asked breathily without slowing his pace at all, “Too fast?”

“I-I’m s-so c-clo-ose…” you moaned barely coherently, given how winded the bouncing was making you.

“Then come. Don’t be shy,” he growled, his throaty groans making your insides churn, the end drawing even nearer in only a matter of seconds. It only took a few more strokes before your toes were curling, nails digging into his muscular back as the tension in your core rapidly unraveled until the tingling feeling of euphoria burst inside of you, making you cry out into his neck while your tender walls pulsated around his angry cock. His thrusting slowed, but not to a complete stop as you came down from that hell of a high.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby,” he groaned with his brows knit together and head rolled back, “Think you can go one more time?”

“W-wha–? Ah–!” Before you could even really answer he was back to relentlessly bucking his hips up into you and bouncing you like a freakin’ basketball. You didn’t actually think you could come again, but after another ten seconds or so of him hitting that glorious spot within, you could feel a third climax creeping up on you, threatening to strike at any given moment. To your surprise, a deep grunt resonated from Carlos’s broad chest, making you gasp and the feeling of warmth filling your insides followed soon after. The sheer thought of the situation was enough to give you that final push over the edge, making you squeal from both pleasure and a hint of overstimulation; you could barely even breathe by the time Carlos’s movements came to a stop.

“I must say…” he started with a breathy chuckle, still obviously catching his breath, “I didn’t think you’d actually come three times. I’m impressed.”

“I didn’t think so either…” you replied just as breathlessly, “You were just… so good…”

“I’m not the lead-off man for nothing. As long as I hit, I can get on base.”

“Can you stop with the stupid baseball puns?” you giggled and whacked him lightly on the chest.

“Why? You think they’re funny don’t you?” he laughed with you.

“No, they’re stupid…” But despite your answer, you were still loopy and laughing as you spoke. Cupping his face in your hands, you pulled him into a loving kiss, tongues dancing between your lips. The moment was soon ruined, however, by the sound of pounding on the door and a voice that both of you were hoping not to hear again for the rest of the evening.

“Are you guys done in there yet?” Mei yelled without even the slightest hint of remorse.

“No, why?” Carlos snapped back.

“I left my phone in there! We didn’t even go to yakiniku yet!”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

“Ugh, can you just hurry up?! Make up for what all of us had to hear out here!”

“No one said you had to listen.”

“It was hard not to with how loud you guys were!”

Shaking his head, Carlos gave up arguing with his snarky teammate, knowing that if he wanted to, they could go on forever. “Hold still, alright? I’m gonna get you cleaned up,” he announced to you as he stood up from the bench and walked into the bathroom to grab some toilet paper to wipe the remnants from both you and the bench. He helped you gather your clothes and redress before redressing himself, and thankfully he put a shirt on too. Once the two of you helped each other to look presentable enough to go out to dinner, you nervously followed behind Carlos as he unlocked and opened the locker room door.

“Finally!” the blonde nearly yelled, pushing through the door into the locker room. “Jesus, it’s so stuffy in here!”

“It’ll air out in a few minutes,” Carlos answered back as he grabbed your hand and led you out. “We’re going to dinner now. Bye,” he added as he quickly rushed out before Mei could catch up. He knew he’d hear all about it from the team later tonight because there’s no doubt that Mei told everyone, but that was a problem he’d deal with after you guys enjoyed your romantic dinner. Afterall, it’s not every day the two of you get to spend quality time together like this.

“Oh and by the way…” you spoke up as the two of you walked hand in hand towards the school exit, “Sorry I missed the scrimmage… I forgot I had cram school and couldn’t make it back in time.”

“I know,” he replied, unphased, “I realized after I asked you that our scrimmage was during your cram school time. I thought maybe you said yes because it got canceled this week or something like that, but as soon as I saw you didn’t come I knew you just forgot about it.”

“Oh…” you chuckled sheepishly, embarrassed but relieved that he apparently had it all figured out already. “So… this means you’re not upset with me right?”

“No? Of course not. Dinner is the important part; that’s our date. I only invited you to the game because you said you like to watch me play. There will be plenty of other ones for you to watch though so don’t even worry about it.”

You could feel a grin tugging at your lips at the sound of his reassuring words as you wondered how you were so lucky to have found such a laid-back and understanding boyfriend. Even as a busy, first string baseball player at a prestigious school, he never failed to set aside adequate time to spend with you. It’s his effort and consideration that makes your moments together so much more special and always worth the wait.

[yaoioioay]

[auslanderka]

we don't talk enough about Inashiro's center fielder

[cowboymei]

Inajitsu trio ♡

[ikuuikuya]

Ace of Diamond Act II Volume 33 Illustration

[prettyiwa]

今月17日33巻出ます。 最終34巻も作業中ー 全然終わりが見えないけど ちまちまやってます (寺)

Daiya no Ace Act II Volume 33 Cover (Release Date: 17 February 2023)

[heaven-s-black-box]

Notes- Just Uni Things multiple

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Recovery date: October 24th, 2024

Description:  Daiya no A characters as things that have happened/ I've done in uni

Notes: In no particular order, there are some from last year and some from this year. Oh, and if you notice fics keep getting renamed, no you don't.

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Pacing around my room- Sawamura

2 fire alarms within 12 hours- Sawamura and Furuya

4 fire alarms in 2 weeks- Kuramochi, Miyuki, Tanba, and Yuki

Forgetting my towel when I went to shower- Carlos

Struggling to get a textbook delivered- Kanemaru

Doing my nails regularly- Mei

Being an hour early to classes- Tetsu

Forgetting to pack school supplies when moving in to dorms- Sawamura and Furuya

Having 2 succulents- Haruichi

Writing papers in one sitting- Nabe, Tojo, and Kanemaru

Chiropractor block- Chris

Writing fanfic- Jun

Reading fanfic before bed- Jun and Sawamura

Moose drills- Sawamura and Raichi

Taking a plushy to class because I was nervous about a presentation- Nori

Having an allergic reaction the night before my first midterm- Tanba

My cat eared gaming headphones- Kuramochi

Not knowing Roosters were chickens- Tanba (it was like, an innocent stupidity not a Sawamura stupidity moment)

The snickers when the professor pointed out that the chapter on Incubi and Succubi was on page 69- Carlos, Jun, Mei, Miyuki, Kuramochi

The door opening while the professor was flipping through book on demons- Ryousuke

Spinning in circles like a fool with my eyes closed trying to follow the sound with a boom mic- Raichi

Someone reading the bee movie script in the same exercise- Itsuki

Batman actor ranking hot takes in the same exercise- Kuramochi

Circumcision being referred to as very demure very mindful- Kataoka

Needing a taller camera man- Haruichi, Ryousuke

[nyuuko]

may we please get some SNPTS/ID pack based on playing cards / a deck of playing cards? specifically the traditional playing card deck; y'know, the one with diamonds/clubs/hearts/spades? we'd pref more neutral/androgynous names but i don't mind either way. if it helps with inspiration, we also like:

casino and casino-adjacent aesthetics

circuses and carnivals

clowns, jesters, and anything adjacent

acrobats and other circus performers

being silly and whimsical but sort of in an ominous way

being nonhuman (specifically a polymorph/shapeshifter that is a demon)

thank u very much!! :oD

CASINO / CIRCUS ID Pack

NAMES

Clown, Pierre/Pierro, Confetti, Sprinkle, Maverick, Pigeon, Triboulet, Commedia, Harlequin, Spade, Jinx, Circus, Pierrot, Max, Mischief, Neo, Nix, Pixel, Pogo, Quirk, Razz, Rebel, Riff, Riot, Rocco

King, Lucky, Ace, Spade, Monte, Apollo, Caeser, Athena, Valentina, Quinn, Vera, Carlo , Clyde, Butch, Jack, Royal, Casi(no), Blitz, Roulette, Velvet, Seven, Chip, Clover, Palace, Neon, Light

PRONOUNS

clown/giggle/joke/jest/balloon/pop/sprinkle/hop/joy/smile/wonder/trick/fool/quip/comic/comedy/bell/circus/muse/show/🤡/✨/🎉/🎊/🎈/🎁/🎠/🎟️/🎡/🎪/🎭/🪄/🃏/🥁/🍿/🍭/🥧/🧃/🛼/🌈

luck/poker/roulette/gamble/dice/casino/spin/card/suit/spade/king/queen/harlequinn/heart/clover/club/diamond/bingo/deal/jackpot/gold/silver/platinum/light/neon/night/🍀/👑/🎲/🎰/♠️/♣️/♥️/♦️/💰/🪙/💸/🍷/🍾/🍸

TITLES

[prn] who brings joy/smiles, [title] of laughter, the sweetest entertainer, prn who performs, the performer, the prankster, the fool, [prn] with a painted smile

[prn] who takes the chance, the (un)lucky one, the one who dances with chance, [prn] who rolls the dice, the one who lives at the casino, [prn] who challenged fate, [prn] who deals (the cards)

IDs

circuscandyic, carnimelodic, sillyjesteric, jestergender, genderfool, swirlygender, decorakeiclowngender, clownthing, clowneocorian, magiclowngirlic, sillyclowngender

casinocoric, casinoaltunic, acecardic, dicegender, cardgender, deckfluid, magicardic, cardaeic, ACE!trappolic

[myloveforhergoeson]

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Chapter 2: Who I Am Hates Who I've Been ~ 3k

Kendall Knight usually found the Mountain Aire High School hockey arena a place of comfort. Coach Finnstock had given him the keys to the facility after he’d been unanimously voted captain of the team, and there was rarely a time when Kendall wasn’t spotted inside shooting across the ice on his skates.

He’d led the school hockey team to the state championships last year - youngest captain in the school’s history at age sixteen - through hard work, determination, and hours and hours of practice on the ice. It wasn’t a position just handed over to any sophomore; It was a spot he’d been vying for his entire freshman year and had rightfully earned through his impressive physical prowess and natural leadership skills. 

The home of the fighting Albatross was supposed to be packed this time of day, from his teammates warming up for practice, coaches and managers noisily discussing which warm-ups to start with, classmates filling the stands to catch a glimpse of the finest athletes MAHS had to offer, but for now, it was quiet. Kendall was the only one around.

Finnstock had sent out an email earlier stating he’d gone home sick in the middle of the day, so practice was canceled for the afternoon. 

The team already had a hard workout that morning, one that left his best friends practically crawling into first-period pre-calc, so Kendall supposed, for the first day of school, things could be a lot worse. 

As he slowly made his way to the metal stands overlooking the playing field, the blonde shook his head to no one in particular. James, Logan, and Carlos are always trying to get out of practice.

Though he loved his three best friends, he could tell hockey was only a fun pastime for them. It wasn’t their passion, their purpose. At least, not like it was for him. 

James Diamond, from the ripe age of five years old, has been shooting for the stars… Of the Hollywood Walk of Fame. There was hardly a moment where he wasn’t rattling off about some daydream he had about starring in the world's biggest and most popular movie musical alongside whoever he deemed the hottest celebrity at the time. One of the centers on the team, such a showboating position certainly fit well for him and his fantastical ego. 

Logan Mitchell, resident sports statistician, and all-around know-it-all knew he wanted to be a doctor from the moment he learned the meaning of the word. His brain absorbed information like a sponge, and his friends often relied on him for help with their schoolwork. He and Kendall often worked on game strategies to determine which plays would run best against their opponents. While this was his unofficial team role, on the ice, Logan was an impressive right-winger and quite the speed demon.

Carlos Garcia, like most other teens their age, was still trying to figure out his life’s passion. Often found volunteering at local animal shelters or his church, his calling seemed to be helping just about anyone he could out of the pure kindness of his heart. He was probably one of the most loyal people the three of them knew, which translated well to his role on the team. Though he would never admit it if asked, Carlos was one of the best goalies, Kendall would gladly argue, in all of Minnesota. Maybe even in the entire Midwest. 

And while Kendall loved that they had goals of their own, just like he did, it often led to distractions when it came to game time. 

He couldn’t afford distractions, not if he wanted to make the Minnesota Wild starting lineup right out of college. 

Air from the massive AC units cooling the space nipped at the pieces of bare skin poking out from his heavy flannel and jeans; Kendall preferred to be a bit colder than was comfortable. It reminded him of the adrenaline rush of flying down the ice, the roar of a jam-packed arena. Duluth, Minnesota often had the perfect weather for that feeling to hang around permanently, so that even if he was nowhere near the arena, simply stepping outside and taking a breath of the fresh air helped emulate those sensations. 

Besides, the team had worked hard these last few weeks, getting prepared for the upcoming season and going over the drills each member would help run for freshman tryouts. Depending on when Coach was feeling better, that was supposed to happen at the end of the week. 

A few fresh-faced fourteen-year-olds had already run up to Kendall and his friends in the hallway during passing period, chattering about this and that as they tried to get in with one of the team’s most popular members. 

With a sigh, Kendall maneuvered his way down onto the freezing metal bench, so thoroughly chilled he felt it prickle through the rough material of his pants. Dusty Vans kicked up on the row in front of him, he surveyed the expanse of ice in front of him. A place that, for the last two years, had nearly been more important to him than his own home. 

Of course, his mother, and secretly, his little sister, would kill him if they knew he thought that, but considering everything that had happened over the last few weeks, he suspected they might give him a pass just this once. 

It wasn’t anyone else’s fault but his own. Not really. Everybody knew that hockey is a full-contact sport and that accidental injuries are more than common. If Kendall hadn’t stayed up so late filming that stupid YouTube video the other three had convinced him to make, he wouldn’t have been so tired at practice the next day. 

James, Carlos, and Logan had caught Kendall singing “Check Yes, Juliet” in the locker room, thinking he was all alone. 

Singing was more of James’ thing, he and his current musical theater kick were killing the rest of their friends, but all four of the boys had accidentally been put in choir together their freshman year. From his year of singing practice, Kendall wasn’t terrible, but he certainly didn’t think possessed the same star quality the tall, brown-haired wannabe seemed to be filled to the brim with. 

So, when James asked, “Why not pick up that old guitar in your room and film a cover?” Kendall nearly laughed in his face. 

He would’ve seen senior Armando King sneak up on his right side to steal the puck. 

In theory, the play would have been amazing, the check, perfectly legal. King’s torso slammed into his, leaving him scrambling to keep control of the puck, and since Kendall was running on fumes, his usual lightning-sharp reflexes weren’t there to stabilize him from such an intense hit. 

What had transpired after that happened so fast, if someone sat down next to him right now and asked him to explain, Kendall wouldn’t have been able to give them a straight answer. All he knew was that he was flying down the ice one moment and in the blink of an eye, he was falling face-first, screaming out in pain as his right knee twisted, popped, and gave out below him. 

His vision had gone stark white, agony nearly blinding him as his padded hands reached down, attempting to clutch the area to relieve even a sliver of the feeling to no avail. Had he not fallen directly onto it, now writhing around in an attempt to relieve the pressure he felt building up in the area, the tear in his ACL might not have been so bad. 

The hospital visit with his mother had been nearly worse than the initial injury itself. The nurses had pumped Kendall full of the maximum dosage of morphine a teenager of his size was allowed and slapped a bulky, black brace over his knee to hold it in place. A pair of crutches had been shoved into his hands faster than he could ask why he’d need them. 

So loopy on the painkillers, he barely remembered much of the visit, other than the faint echoes of Jennifer Knight’s worried voice, pleading with the ER doctor to tell her that her son would be okay. 

The black-haired woman placed a hand on her shoulder, a comforting gaze flitting back and forth between Kendall and his mother as she referred them to an orthopedic surgeon. 

Her words almost send another wave of shock through Kendall’s body. 

Surgeon meant surgery. Surgery meant a long healing period. A long healing period meant no hockey. 

No hockey. No college scholarship. No first-round draft pick for the NHL. No contract with the Minnesota Wild. 

No way out of the shithole that was Duluth, Minnesota. For him or his family. All because he let himself get sidetracked and make that ridiculous video. 

How stupid he’d been to lose sight of his goal for even just one evening. 

Now, it left him sitting on the sidelines, eyesight tracing the red and blue lines forged into the ice as he ran over the last few practices in his head. Coach still expected him to show up to support the other members of the team, and Kendall did because that’s the kind of guy he was. Even in the face of his world crumbling down around him, he wouldn’t let any of them see anything but the inspiring and confident captain they knew him to be. 

Sitting on the sidelines felt like even more of a punishment than his injury, but there was nothing more he could do at that moment besides show up for his team - Even on days they weren’t playing. Just being in the arena was close enough to playing for now, because he knew it would be a good, long while before he would be allowed on the ice again. 

Backpack under his legs, Kendall shifted to grab the blue JanSport, unzipping the large pocket that held his binders and notebooks for assignments and whatnot. From the classes he attended today, it didn’t look like this academic year would be any challenge.

When he signed up for courses last year, he’d picked all on-level classes in hopes of skating by with as many A’s as he could and using his athletics as a shoo-in for a good scholarship; Logan, though picking nearly all AP’s for himself, had advised him that that was the best plan for his desired career path. But now, as Kendall looked over all his syllabi, a little voice in the back of his head worried an all-on-level year minus his spot on the hockey team might ruin any chance he had at getting into a good sports school. 

That is, of course, if his mother ever let him near a pair of ice skates ever again. 

Buzz buzz

Kendall’s phone chime went off in his back pocket and his hand froze as it slid out of his flannel sleeve to retrieve it. 

Incoming call: Mama K

Instantly, the boy rolled his eyes. To say she’d grown overprotective over him in the last few weeks would be the understatement of the century. He was almost happy school had started up again just so he could get out of the house and escape her incessant doting upon him and his injury. 

Just thinking about it drew his attention to the dull ache in his knee he’d been trying to avoid acknowledging all day.

Pressing accept, he took a deep breath out, watching it condensate in the cold air. “Hello?”

“Hi Honey, I just saw the email from Coach about the cancellation. Did you see it before you had to trek all the way to the arena?”

“Yeah,” He lied, feeling slightly bad about it. The doctor said he wasn’t supposed to use his crutches for long distances and the MAHS arena was about as far from his sixth-period class as could be. “I’m in the library now going over some homework.”

On the other line, he could hear a bell ding a few times and someone yelled, “Order up!”

Blueberry Hill, Duluth’s most popular 50’s-themed diner, had served as her employer for nearly a decade. Just closing his eyes, Kendall could envision the pale blue dress she wore to work nearly every day and smell the delicious pancake stack he and his little sister, Katie, always ordered.

“My boss won’t let me out early to come get you. Can you wait until five for me to pick you up like we planned or can you catch a ride from someone else?”

That was another terrible thing about his injury; Kendall, despite just getting his driver's license, no longer had the freedom to drive himself to and from places anymore. Just another shitty thing to pile onto his already miserable circumstance.

Pulling the phone away from his ear, Kendall clocked the three o’clock time at the top of the screen and sighed. “I’ll wait. Thanks, Mom.”

The last thing he wanted to do was make his limitation someone else’s problem.

“No problem, baby. I’ll meet you outside the library then.” The sound of a ceramic plate shattering across the tiled floor rang out behind her. “Gotta go! Love you!”

“You too,” Her son grumbled, though he meant it with as much sincerity as he could muster. All she had done for him since the injury, and frankly, his entire life, was beyond appreciated, but his sixteen-year-old brain refused to let him communicate as such. 

When he hung up the call, the picture on his lock screen, obscured by too many cracks in the glass to count, caught his eye. One, because of the shining silver cup, he and his three closest friends clutched in their gloved hands; Winning the Minnesota State High School hockey championships had earned them a faux Stanley Cup to keep in the MAHS display case. And two, the dazzling ear-to-ear grin he had on his face as he shared the victory with Carlos, James, and Logan. 

Kendall couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt happy enough to smile like that. If only the boy in the photo knew what would come in just a few more months, he would have savored his time on the team as much as possible. 

Hockey was something he’d taken for granted his entire life and he hated that it had taken something so drastic to get him to realize that. 

Screen going black, he sighed, and now, his sad reflection was the only thing taking up his field of vision… Until his phone buzzed again, a notification from the YouTube app popping up on his screen.

One new comment - Check it out now!

A bushy brow instinctively quirked up. One new comment? I posted that video ages ago…

As much as he despised the recording now, he was trapped at school for another few hours. It was either look at the comment now and sulk about it or look at the comment later and sulk about it. 

Biting the bullet now would at least let him do it in the peace of the hockey arena. 

When he clicked on the pop-up on his lock screen, the app opened, and he was immediately assaulted with the sound of his voice flooding through his phone’s small speakers. “Hey, this is Kendall…”

“Shut up,” The boy muttered, cringing at how horrible the microphone quality on his mom’s old camera was as he quickly hit the mute button. How could anyone find this shit enjoyable when it sounds like it was filmed underwater?

Scrolling down to the comment section with his thumb, Kendall almost dropped his phone onto the hard metal flooring when he saw the sheer size of the essay someone had dropped below the video. 

Probably some asshole with way too much time on their hands…

But, out of pure curiosity, he let himself begin to read.

Kendall K - 

I accidentally stumbled across this video while looking for a history documentary. While it certainly wasn’t what I was expecting in the slightest, I wish to inform you that after multiple times rewatching this stunning work of art, I can safely say this is the best song I’ve ever heard. It was appalling to me that no one else had taken the time to send you a comment saying the same. 

Based on the lyrics you’ve carefully constructed for this song, I assume that you, like I, are a fan of William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. The modern twist you have given such an old tale is such a fresh perspective. It nearly holds a candle to the source material! I am intrigued by your choice to give Romeo and Juliet in your song a happy ending - One that is such a stark contrast to that of the original play. What inspired this when you were writing? I always thought their tragedy ended so tragically, so I adore that in one version of the story they “forever will be.”

Additionally, you have a beautiful singing voice. It blends very well with the guitar, which you seem to be a master of as well. Are you self-taught? If so, that only adds to my astonishment of you and your craft. If not, your talent is still impressive nonetheless. 

Thank you for sharing your work with the world. I eagerly await your next masterpiece. 

With appreciation, 

Daisy-Mae Denton

Kendall blinked at his screen, eyes jumping back to the top of the comment before reading the entire thing again.

Was this some kind of joke?

Every single person his age with access to the radio or the internet knew the song “Check Yes, Juliet.” That knowledge, mixed with the commenter's interesting choice of words and phrasing, sent some mixed signals surging through the teen’s brain. 

Someone’s grandma being the only person to comment on his video was simply embarrassing… But at the time, their words had been filled with so many compliments, that Kendall couldn’t deny the small boost it sent to his ego. 

Regardless, he didn’t plan on picking up his guitar and filming another video ever again - Lest he curse himself into something worse. Like a broken neck. 

Whether it was boredom or kindness that sent his fingers flying to the keyboard to reply, he didn’t know.

Thx 4 the kind words Daisy-Mae, but the song isn’t mine + you’d probably like the original even better. Pls don’t expect anything else on this channel. I’ll be a one-hit wonder. 

Hitting send on that message was nice; A sweet sign-off from his channel from a heartwarming interaction with someone who may well be halfway across the globe. 

And with that, Kendall locked his phone and placed it back in his pocket, zipping up his backpack with the other hand. Enough time had been spent in the arena for the day, tips of his fingers and toes starting to sting from the cold without all his gear and padding. Besides, it would take him quite some time to reach the library on his crutches, so if he started now, he’d be able to hide the journey from his mother better when she picked him up.

The sound of the rubber tips of the crutches ends on the metal stands was unpleasant, echoing in the large, empty space around him, but Kendall did his best to ignore the sound by humming the chorus of “Check Yes, Juliet.”

Damn it, now that song is stuck in my head again…

When he made it to the doors, he maneuvered through them the best he could without assistance - refusing to push the button to open them automatically - and swirled around to lock the doors when he finally made it outside. 

His phone buzzed again, and thinking it was a message from one of his friends, Kendall didn’t think twice about opening the notification without paying much attention. 

YouTube popped up again, displaying a new reply to his comment.

I do not believe I need to hear the original song to know I like your version better, Kendall K. 

It’s disappointing to hear you are choosing not to make any more videos. You have a gift. 

Please reconsider, 

Daisy-Mae Denton

[hellsite-yano]

porky did you finish that list of minecraft splash texts and if so may we see it?

Sure, keep in mind the Better Than Adventure mod uses a different colour formatting code than vanilla though. It's also a bit more difficult to edit splash text in vanilla from what I can gather. Anyway:

§5>it's wet Pynk! >ISHYGDDT GALO SENGEN! Pretty smooth flying, Fox! :kanabento: Sad! ingredience Everybody pose! :JUST: Oh, absolutely! Hallownest approved! Soda! Nope! §0The air crackles with freedom. Master Spark! An extant form of life! Yesh §dNyuuu! Also try The Witness! hampter.jpg The city and the city! Qud approved! Also try Mummy Sandbox! What U Need! Drink it and forget it all! which I invented! §fAll black everything The hero appears! Touch grass! Ut UNDERSTAND! Gapacho approved! Interior Semiotics! It's yours, my friend! The silo doors are open! Who are you quoting? Smoke coal evree day! §5>not having an avocado tree MODS = GODS Women! Wrong number! A super fighting robot from the year 2010! Even the mods have mods! Is shine! Cassis bleep! It's media -_- Also try Manifold Garden! Labyrinth Fight! Grow up, this is Minecraft! Welcome, Mr. Guest. His name is Gedächtnis! With these hands we will destroy! WAKE ME UP Fighting in the dojo! §eLalal Jack in! PUNK TACTICS! Close enough! I buy sausage! You ARE the support, son! A frozen cephalopod! Milk inside a bucket of milk inside a bucket of milk §0Hit +50! SB-129 mariositting.txt Clean! The democratic club! went shop Also try The Witch's House! Vanilla+! :3 TRUE! DOOR STUCK! Dubious castle safety gigue! Sexo! The numbers, Mason! Don't be so wide about it! MACHINE HEEEEEEEEAAAAAD! Victorius! The grink is here! k/l/l/i/n/g/s/t/a/l/k/i/n/g! GAS GAS GAS! Wimdy! A vision of happiness! Got any grapes? Message over! I MAED A GAM3 W1TH Z0MB1ES 1N IT!!!1 wort wort wort Many such cases! I'm Kilroy! Just walk out! Detach the rear vehicle! SET ME UP! Wrong turn, tin daddy! Woomy! Gensokyo approved! Soup's on, baby! Fly away now! Literally who? Greetings from Germany! Papa Carlo! Superliminal! BAN THIS SICK FILTH King! Ari! Also try SOMA! SOME FOLKS ARE BORN 8 meters! This is most disturbing! Wheey! [Current thing]! Jerry! Welcome back, /v/! >:3 How does he do it? The Paper! 47 diamonds in my diamond account! The hero appears!!! Fly over! SICK RECOVERY The big bow-wow! Guest no. 431! GOODLUCK! CAMPEÃO DO MUNDO! Built from pieces of SR71! §eDe§5su! EEEEASY! Hedgehog stew! Unusual! :yey: Uranium Fever! Chinken nunget! There's friendship in the redstone! Axeil Edition! Beach City approved! §aourple! The Golden Path lies §4everywhere! Don't look at the silver lights The Electro Gypsy! Menacing! Cope! The hero appears!! OH GOD MAH DRILLS! eeeeeh? Also try Outer Wilds! Edith Piaf said it better Where's Reznov? INGERLAAAAAND! Also try Gorogoa! Orgasmic! Pure pare-do! §6It's lightish red! Also try Rain World! Hard Fast §kFaggot §rMaps! Hole approved! HUZZAH! Lost and farting! Selamat pagi! Deploy all units! CHARGE!!! Minute like a pixie! Most certainly! freaks dni! The ride never ends! Lucoa! Not what it says. The bits! The bits! The bits! :african_pensive: §mMother is watching §eH§1e§4l§5v§de§3t§bi§ac§2a §2S§6t§aa§6n§6d§1a§3r§2d Morioh approved! Comforble! Cocky little freaks! Also try Fallow! :pensive: Brillo whales soon! Scratch Perverts! Re-do! MEMORIES BROKEN! 300k starting! Also try sunny-place! tak tak tak ziip! NOW THE WHEELS ARE SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL! Roast beef and cornbread! No sappy lines allowed! With these hands we will rebuild! Also try The Beginner's Guide! Chefs kiss? Get the cool shoeshine! Happens often! Blood crystal obtained! MAKE IT BUN DEM! :hinableh: Also try Northern Journey! Welcome to Quindecim :) ARE YOU WATCHING HEAVEN? Daten City Approved! AS I LIVE! hina hina Nashi! Hack your 3DS! 4 = 2 > 5 > 7 > 3 > 1 > 6 > 8 Butcher is king! und cola! Lost at sea 1803 Bam-ba-lam! §3Aria approved! Seems legit! Easy Breezy! The World Revolving! Air 'em out! I live here? Splendid! Sing your sins! Surprisingly malleable! Comedy gold! §6Anglerfish Dance! Message to de west! Also try Dujanah! dubs Also try Iconoclasts! §aPudgy-Porky!?

[piratewithvigor]

My Parents Are Disappointed In Me For No Reason So I Spent Four Hours On This Video To Give Them A Reason

Slap Chop - Lego Pizza Delivery 3 - Rollin Down The Sandhills - The French Chef - mr jarkle on the floor - Gaylord The Dog - monacco 2022, fairmont monte carlo, hairpin bend - Warm Cookies Are Served By The Bucket - 10,000 Glow Sticks VS World's Largest Blender - Southwest Boeing 737-800 taking off - Funniest Farm Animals - Robin Hood Daffy (1958) - Yikes and Away - Cabot Links - Shawn Michaels Dancing On The Announce Table - Snoopy the flying ace - Meet the Vancouver2010 Mascots - Rolling Stones - Harlem Shuffle - Sesame Street: Respect Is Coming - motion tracking - DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER | Bond escapes in a moon buggy - Frog - Animools - 13 Minutes of James Acaster Being Peak James Acaster

[4kominato]

WRITING

(M) ~ mature [contains explicit content]

◈  Homerun (M)

�� back to inashiro/sakurazawa

[aceofwhump]

Howdy, Ace! I hope you're well. Do you have any fic recs for panic attacks? I'm not fussed about the fandom really. Thank you so much!

Oh my god I love panic attack fics so much. I've read sooooo many of them. Okay here are some of my favorites:

(9-1-1 Fox) you never said i wouldn't go through it (just that i wouldn't be alone) by jcp_sob_rjl_lmep Summary: Buck woke up abruptly, staring at the ceiling, hands already clutching his chest. His heart pounded and his lungs heaved for air. What was it that Coma Hen had told him? That maybe his panic attack hadn’t been a panic attack at all, but his real body going through something? Buck was pretty sure this one was a real panic attack. aka, Buck wakes up from a nightmare and needs to know Bobby is alive.

(Ted Lasso) Bird by Bird by ExuberantOcean Summary: The stress of Nate's betrayal and the press over his mental health causes Ted to have a panic attack while with the Diamond Dogs. They help him through it.

(Cursed) Scents and Sensibility by SuperLizard Summary: Chapter one: panic attack, vomiting

(9-1-1 Lone Star) Backfire by annaslibrary Summary: Tumblr prompt: Hey could you maybe write something where T.K. has a panic attack at the station and no one can calm him down but Carlos and his dad please.

(Graceland) Panic by petersnotkingyet Summary: Bates wakes up in the middle of the night and finds Mike having a panic attack. Bromance ensues

(Hawaii Five-0) hold me tight (or not at all) by icoulddothisallday Summary: Danny has panic attacks. Steve finds out

(MCU Tony Stark) Hydrophobia by Majinie Summary: Tony is fine with water. Really, truly, honestly. He can drink, bathe, shower, everything. There is no problem. He's fine. Tony is fine and Clint is an asshole. Or, how Clint triggers a panic attack in front of the whole team and tries to pick up the pieces afterwards.

(Lucifer) Deal by hearmerory Summary: Chloe didn't spend five years being best friends with the Devil just to let him go back to Hell. But recovery? Relationships? These are not things Lucifer has ever found easy. In the weeks after Lucifer's return from Hell, he and the humans, angels and demons who surround him find out how long, hard and traumatic those roads can be.

(Lucifer) Se Permaneço ou Me Desfaço by RushAndTomatoJuice Summary: When she'd suggested a trip to her mom's cabin for Christmas, Chloe hadn't expected the snow to undo the Devil.

(Lucifer) Take Me To Church by SilverWolf7 Sumary: Lucifer finds out the meaning of the word 'trigger' when on a short errand with Dan. He does not like it, or his reactions, at all.

(Lucifer) now i wake up by your side by JuliaRose12 Summary: “Sweetheart,” Chloe continues as she slowly drops to her knees in front of him. “Lucifer, you’re hyperventilating.” She reaches forward and lays a hand over his thigh. It takes everything in Lucifer not to push her away. Maybe the conversations they seem to keep having, about how Chloe feels safer with him than with anyone she’s ever known, about how she isn’t afraid to face danger if it means keeping her family safe, are starting to sink in. Lucifer looks up at the exact moment that Trixie steps towards him, and it’s like waking from the nightmare all over again. or, Lucifer has a nightmare that triggers his fear that Chloe and Trixie aren't safe around him. Like always, Chloe brings him back.

(9-1-1 Fox) The Future is Brighter than any Flashback by SilvertonguedClotpole Summary: "No dramatics" Bobby had made them promise- this would be a perfectly happy and fun BBQ that the entire crew was in desperate need of- and so, of course, something had to go and happen, right?! How could a simple handmade 'gift from the heart' from Chris end with Buck spiraling in Bobby's arms in the middle of Athena's back yard? With memories and insecurities that he had hidden away drowning him like the tsunami had tried to and the weight of losing Chris, and nearly Maddie, and Eddie finally taking its toll.

(9-1-1 Fox) Swimming Against the Tide by Scribbles97 Summary: The 118 get a call to a water park. Everything is fine until someone turns on the wave pool. The wave pool that Buck is still in.

(Downton Abbey) Same Sad You by angryessays Summary: "Thomas discovers that leaving service and moving to sunny California doesn’t cure his latent depression. He feels increasingly worse, thinking he’s letting Guy down or that he misled Guy. Guy is super patient and helps Thomas get back on his feet." (angryessays)

(Leverage) but don't you shake alone by tragicallynerdy Summary: Trapped in a collapsed building, an injured Eliot and panicking Hardison do what they can to keep each other alive, safe, and whole.

(Bridgerton) Don't let it show by LemonSquash Summary: The moment after Anthony Bridgerton heroically carries Kate back to the manor after her accident falling off the horse. Where Anthony Bridgerton runs out of the room, but this time Benedict follows him.

(MCU Loki) did you see the fear in my heart? by unintentionallyangsty Summary: During their first winter on Midgard, Thor drags Loki into a nearby town to, following Bruce's suggestion, see how the Midgardians decorate for the holidays.  Loki is less than thrilled by the development (and by the idea of celebrating a Midgardian holiday, in the first place), and things reach a breaking point when he finds himself in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by strangers.  All but one, that is. 

(MCU Loki) looking in their eyes (when they're down); by unintentionallyangsty Summary: Mobius makes a small error in judgement, and Loki encounters an unanticipated trigger as a result. (Or; Loki needs more comfort than he is willing to admit, following a particularly difficult field mission, and Mobius is more than willing to assist).

(Lucifer) F Is For Falling by SK_Kasai Summary: "Never fear asking a question, urchin." He said after a while of uncomfortable silence, awkwardly clasping her hand in his ridiculously larger one, "Never to me, especially." "But what if I make you sad?" She asked, brow furrowing, "I really don't want you to get sad, Lucifer. You're already sad enough." "Sad?!!" He repeated, scoffing, "The devil doesn't get sad, urchin. Really, now, where do you even get these outlandish ideas?" She regarded him, unamused, still trying to decide if she should ask that question of hers. "I won't be sad." He sighed, curiousity burning, urging him to know what the bloody question had to be, "I give you my word." She sighed again, before closing her eyes and nodding. "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" Lucifer went for a laugh, the horrible pick-up line version of her question flashing in the back of his mind. But he failed. Tremendously.

(Shazam Billy Batson) little and broken (but still good) by MashpotatoeQueen Summary: Billy Batson finds himself alone in a crowd after losing Rosa in the quickly moving bustle, and everything is fine, really, really. It's fine. Except that it's not. It's not, because there's a little voice in his brain that goes, 'Oh no, not again,' even though that's perfectly irrational and obviously not the case here. Obviously. (He maybe sort of panics. Just a little.)

(The Witcher) an incessant burning 1derspark Summary: “Jaskier,” Geralt prompted after a while. “Can you look at me?” He shook his head and hoped that his mumbled "no" would be heard. Geralt sighed but didn’t try to move him. His hand was running a comforting trail up and down Jaskier’s back. Eventually, he spoke again. “Yen, she told me some things, but I didn’t realize…” He trailed off, and Jaskier could hear him swallow. A click of guilt in the throat. He reached over to Jaskier’s arm. When he didn’t startle or protest Geralt took his arm. He rubbed a gentle finger over the wax burn. It was a barely-there thing, nothing to get all riled up about. But even having his arm exposed made Jaskier want to crawl into a hole. (Or Jaskier’s newfound aversion to fire, and the comfort he deserves.)

(Downton Abbey) And suddenly there was a new door… MemberOfTheFates Summary: Post movie: A series of fortunate unfortunate events leads to Mr. Bates’ early retirement and Lord Grantham being in dire need of a new valet, at the same time at which Richard has to quit his job in London. Thomas really needs help realizing that he is and ever will be an important part of Downton Abbey. Fortunately, there are many people who want to see him happy and who will go to great lengths to achieve that. Will the Downton staff and family accept who he really is, when it is right in front of their eyes? And will the constant risk, his relationship brings endanger everything he fought for? OR the one where each and every person in Downton Abbey learns how much it takes to care about Thomas Barrow.

[sinclair-scrambles]

I couldn't find the original post that caused me to do this (it was make a soundtrack without using these artists, it included Will Wood, Marina and the Diamond, and The Crane Wives among others) and we did a Filipino music / OPM / P-pop version of it

I tried to make this list as easy on the eyes and screen reader friendly as possible

You want to make a Filipino music playlist? Make one without using any of the following

Eraserheads Aegis The Itchyworms Bamboo 6 Cyclemind

Soapdish Mike Hanopoi Siakol Rivermaya Jerome Abalos

Parokya ni Edgar The Youth K.Z. Tandigan Morrisette Moira Dela Torre

Jake Zyrus Grin Dept DJ Alvaro Orient Pearl Alterimage

Agaw Agimat Alamid Juan Carlos Gloc 9 Alvin (Serito) $erito

Ex Battalion This Band (Intro Voice) INTRoVOYS Men Oppose Calein

Al James Yano Angelo Garcia Bullet D Syd Haratha

Carl Beley Ace Banzuelo Michael Laygo Llyod Umali Ted Ito

Ren Verano White Lies Janine Teñoso Arthur Nery Magnus Haven

Hang N There/HNT Oranges & Lemons T.J. Monterde Lola Amour (L.D.R.) LDR

Skusta Clee Jnske Bugoy na Kokoy Yuri Dope Flow G

Nik Makino Jroa Loki Jonas Ayeeman

Bastardo Honcho, previously known as (Bos sine question mark) Bosx1ne (Saglit) Sagl1t (Chrils question mark) Chriilz J King

Anees Lance Santdas Josh Santana Alexa Ilacad K.D. Estrada

Anji Salvacion December Avenue Justin Vasquez Silent Sanctuary Keshi

(Four of Spades) IV of Spades Callalily Sue Ramirez Ben & Ben Dilaw

Janine Berdin Adie Sabihin Nobita Iluna

Mayonnaise (S.B. 19) SB19 ALAMAT Toni Fowler Pablo

Sugar High Y.R.S. LITZ RBM Felip

Sunkissed Lola Jin Ho Bae (M.N.L. 48) MNL48 (PLUS) PLUUS (VISION) VXON

Zack Tabudlo Boomerang After 5 Pop Girls 1096 Gang

Yes My Love (U.G.G.) UGG (X.L.R. 8) XLR8 Make Them Break (CHARMED) CH4RMD

NEO Sugar 'N Spice Sex Bomb Girls Mocha Girls (1 colon 43) 1:43

(Point Ten) PoinTen Eurasia Rouge Band 4th Power (or 4th Impact) (B.G.Y.O) BGYO

(G. 22) G22 BINI KAIA BOIZ DIONE

(B.F.F. 5) BFF5 SOULSTICE R Rules Down To Mars LUNA

BOSS Hashtags Boyband PH (Girl Trends) GirlTrends Jambayan

1st.one YGIG DAMSEL Joyden Joanna

Press Hit Play (VERSUS) VER5US (HORIZON) HORI7ON (ALMOST) ALLMO$T CALISTA

DAYDREAM Chicser Japh Dolls Imago (X.O.X.O) XOXO

Mojofly (X GLAM) XGLAM Barbie's Cradle NITRO Color It Red

Kitchie Nadal Imago CLOVER Session Road Moonstar 88

Streetboys DIVAS (Kawaii 5) Kawaii5 Just A.S.K. (ZION) Z1ON

Autotelic Never the Strangers TONEEJAY Gabba I Belong To The Zoo

Leanne & Naara ONE CLICK STRAIGHT The Ridleys Arthur Miguel

Paolo Sandejas Cinéma Lumière Moe Cabral Ellary

[ridoruu]

filo names id give yhe heartslabyul members ‼️‼️

riddle rosehearts : richmond del rosaryo

trey clover : troy cambuan

cater diamond : carlos digmaan

ace trappola : archie "ace" terya

deuce spade : danny sado

[latine-showdown]

Che puedo preguntar cuáles argentinos han sido submitidos hasta ahora? 👹

Y también ALGUNOS Brasileros para saber cuales se vienen sólo porque si😮‍💨

Aquí y aquí están los personajes argentinos! Ya que insisten, tengan sus brasileñes

- José Carioca (The Three Caballeros)

- Taurus Aldebaran (Saint Seiya)

- Monkey D. Luffy (One Piece)

- Milla Vodello (Psychonauts)

- Roberto da Costa (X-Men/New Mutants)

- Kael Silva (I'm a Guard Stationed at a Secret Government Prison)

- Jetstream Sam (Metal Gear Rising Revengeance)

- Giovanna (Guilty Gear Strive)

- Michiko Malandro (Michiko & Hatchin)

- Mônica, Cebolinha, Magali, Milena, Marina, Do Contra y Cascão (Turma da Mônica)

- Simon Bacamarte (O alienista)

- Raimundo Pedrosa (Xiaolin Showdown)

- John (The Vampire Dies in No Time)

- Paolo Montes (Riordanverse)

- Gordon Porlock (Red Valley)

- Julie (Julie e os Fantasmas)

- Valentin Arregui (Kiss of the Spider Woman)

- Blanka (Street Fighter)

- Kamiya Carlos Toshiki (Ace of Diamond)

- Irmão do Jorel (Irmão do Jorel)

Faltan unos pocos q no tienen una nacionalidad específica pero sus actores son de Brasil, pero por favor miren lo largo q está la lista…