#and its like 'thats not the boi i met'

[skunkes]

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OH ARTHUR BENNETT.. such a gorgeous and intriguing character. terribly burdened by a GRUESOME set of crimes, his light suffocated by a HEAVY century of GUILT. so tragic, so dark and broody, and yet PAINFULLY awkward in any social setting ever

[theposhperyton]

All evidence suggests yes

[ratatatastic]

"Local kid makes good. Matthew Tkachuk, Stanley Cup Champion. So how does that sound? Stanley Cup Champion?" "I think it sounds better and better each time I'm hearin' it. It's been—I think—almost 2 months, I don't even know? Time has been flyin' but it just—each day is more and more incredible thinkin' about it." "So you're here to throw out the first pitch with Jayson Tatum, you're both Chaminade proud, like, you knew each other back then, you were friends in high school, and you're still friends—tell me about that relationship." "Yeah, it's been really incredible watching him—I think we both started out in the league very similar years. I might've been a year before when he was at College but it's been absolutely incredible to follow along his journey, and his career. I still keep in touch every now and then. I know we've played Boston the last few playoffs and he's been to a few of the playoff games for me. I went to one of his playoff games last year when we were in Boston. So really, really cool just to watch him, it was really cool to see him play in person. I'm excited to see him, and throw out that pitch with him today."

los angeles dodgers @ st louis cardinals pregame | 8.18.24 (x)

"When you guys were younger—both obviously stand-out athletes—did you ever imagine you would be a Stanley Cup Champion one day? And he would win a NBA Championship with the Celtics? Did that ever cross your minds?" "No, I mean, he was way better at his sport than I was at my sport when we were that young... I think I had a pretty good idea that he was gonna be a star basketball player. I guess you don't really think about Championships at that time of your life. You always dream about it but do you really think its gonna happen? And for us to do it, you know, within a week or however long apart from each other, it just—what a great time for all of our friends and family, and people that are just supporting us in St. Louis. I feel like St. Louis with not having teams to—you know, in their city to root for, I feel like they really kind-of hopped on and rooted for us and the Celtics. That made us, especially being from here, made us feel really special." "City was behind ya, one hundred percent! Let's talk about the final. You guys were up three-zip, it goes to a Game 7. What's that like?" "It's not supposed to be easy! I feel like it wouldn't have made sense or worked if it, you know—wasn't that scenario. It was always gonna be a long series. For us to win the first 3 and then lose the next 3—I mean, that wasn't ideal but at the end of the day we were comin' back to our incredible fans in Florida for a Game 7 Stanley Cup Final. What an incredible environment! That is a dream game! You always talk about the Game 7s when you're younger, and those are the moments you dream of, and I got to live out a dream this year." "What was it like sharing it with your pop? You know in the postgame coverage, I see your dad all over the place, your brother, your sister, your mom—what was it like sharing it with them?" "It was amazin'! Just handin' the Cup to my dad on the ice afterwards was super special there—the moment where he was actually in the locker room after the game when, you know, friends and family were startin' to come down, and I got to hand it to him, we got to beer-shower him, he got to lift it up in front of all my teammates, they were all goin' nuts for him too! Because they know that he played such a long time, and unfortunately wasn't able to win one in his playing career but I think he would've, you know, traded that all and done it exactly the way it happened for one of his boys to win it. It was such a family—It was such an incredible time for our whole family and I'm so lucky to have such great support from them." "Fun to watch too! Last thing before we let you go. You look good in the Cardinals red, Cardinals cap—there was a time where your dad, Big Walt, liked the Red Sox... please tell me you're a Cardinal fan..." "I am a Cardinal fan! Yeah, that time is—I was a big David Ortiz fan so when he was on the team like he was...him and Albert [Pujols] were my two favourites so it's actually pretty cool I got to hang out with Albert over summer in a golf tournament—the ACC tournament out in Lake Tahoe. He was one of my sports heroes! Yeah, I've been a Cardinals fan ever since I can remember with Albert." "Congratulations on getting the Cup, thanks for the chat!" "Yep, thank you!"

[male-duckk]

just listened to the lost boys novelization and some of my highlights include: sam biting michael being the reason theyre running around the house, sam quoting bruce when they get to the boardwalk because hes overdressed ("i wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face"), high michael staring at dwayne skateboarding and wondering when marko would come with the food (real), david making a move on michael to be inturrupted by marko with the food, sam tearing off a leaf of grandpas marijuana and trying to smoke it, star saying the boys are her family multiple times, star biting michaels neck when theyre making out multiple times, david catching michael after he falls off the bridge, paul trying to cheer up star, and michael saying david looks like the lord of the vampires when he first sees him in the final battle

[faaun]

ok let's catch up quickly

[cupiidzbow]

also omg achhd is one of my fav games ever I just love decorating and world building games but also I adore the in game employees. i like the idea of having a good relationship with all of them i think …..

[mishy-mashy]

Working on an old Grey Deer fic (think like 2020 Black Clover) that deals with past attempts to bring devils into the world, and one unfortunate soul (OC) got dragged in by mistake

Said unfortunate soul (Ellia) has to learn the spoken language, but can read their written one. They all barely scrape by with this bridge

Involves,

Yami and Nacht teaching swear words to a foreigner

"Dammit*," Yami cursed, before turning to Ellia. "That means gosh diddly darn," he said, writing his 'translation' in the air. Notably, he was using a magic item, rather than his own magic, allowing him to write words cleanly in the air.

Since his Dark Magic was slow and bleeding in writing, he came prepared with this magic pen to talk to her via writing.

(*kuso = shit, fuck, dammit)

"Dammit," she parroted with a tone that didn't match her swear.

"You're a motherfucking bitch. That means, 'I like you very much'," Yami imparted with a straight face, writing his skewed translation for her to read.

"You are a motherfucking bitch," she repeated, with the politeness Morgen was teaching her as a norm. She had yet to even realize she wasn't using casual speech. After all, Morgen saw it good to start her off as polite.

Nacht snickered to himself.

"'Asshat' is a polite suffix you add at the end of your sentences."

"You look well today, asshat?"

"Yup," Yami said deliberately, a grin spreading on his face. "Do it just like that."

Case 15 of this backfiring: Mereoleona Vermillion

Morgen was a bit confused.

Lady Mereoleona was yelling at Yami, who was cowering behind the much thinner, smaller Ellia, using her as a shield. His hands clutched her shoulders, dependent on her to protect him from the feisty woman.

Yami also happened to be grabbing Nacht by the back of his collar, preventing him from leaving them to the lioness.

Frankly, Morgen walked in on a Scene™, and he knew it. He expected it when - less than 10 seconds ago - Yami had sprinted by and kidnapped their thinner companions to flee with him from the royal that sprinted by not even a second later.

Nacht was clearly trying to leave, while Yami played the victim card.

"I'm scawed, Ellie. The big mean lady keeps chasing me…." Yami trembled, cowering behind the confused Ellia.

"You're the one who-!!!" Mereoleona completely ignored his attempt of a living wall, ire clearly directed over Ellia's left shoulder.

"Can't you let me go already?! Fix your own damn problem!" Nacht shouted, one leg up in his trying to run as Yami maintained a crushing grip on the back of his collar.

"Shuddup! I thought we would be together through thick and thin!!" Yami argued back at Nacht, immediately going back to playing puppy dog eyes behind her back. "Ewwie, Yami is scawed….."

Ellia stared, back and forth between Yami, Nacht, and the fuming stranger she didn't know.

"Um…" Her gaze moved back to Mereoleona, and in the vocabulary they taught her, "Can you fuck off, you damn bastard?" she asked innocently. "Please."

"......"

A shade promptly fell over everyone's faces.

A mission in Raque

"Me and my family went there a few times when me and my Nii-san were younger," Morgen commented.

"If the Raque is a tourist place, what is I come to see?"

(Translation: if Raque is a tourist destination [for nobles and knights], what are people going there to see or do?)

"Raque is a beach located in the Noble Realm," Morgen informed her sunnily, his finger pointing up beside his head to subtitle what he just said. "It's full of strong mana, so it's always warm. And it's right beside the most dangerous Grand Magic Zone!"

"...." Well. She had been curious at first, but the latter information seemed to make her wilt and disinterested.

"But there's a bit of a problem," Morgen continued, dropping his hand to cup his chin. "While we are knights, entry is limited, so we're more likely to be allowed in as nobles…"

"Just say that the beach doesn't like foreigners like us, you blue blood," Yami retorted, catching onto what Morgen was beating around the bush over. "Just say we're your clown monkeys you drag around as a sadistic noble, and they'll let us in."

"No, that's..."

"Just look." Yami jabbed a thumb at Ellia, who was looking at the pillars in the architecture, their words too fast and numerous for her to try understanding. "That one can be your pretty foreign concubine that doesn't know what she is apart from eye candy."

"Don't say that, Yami. It's rude."

Ellia happened to catch exactly one word for context: candy. She looked back and raised her hand to exclaim, "I like fudge!"

"..."

Yami looked at her. Then back at Morgen. Re-jabbing his thumb, Morgen's smile a tad stiff,

"See?"

Nacht plays for keeps.

"So what're you gonna do, Vice-Captain?" Yami looked at Nacht. "Even Ellia is back. Life is gonna be hectic, you know."

Nacht looked over and took one look at Ellia, currently getting proper introductions in with the other Black Bulls. And,

"I'm going to charm the pants off of her."

"... You mean that figuratively, right?"

"I’m 110% serious."

".... Yeesh. I didn't need to know that."

Yami wasn't even surprised.

Nacht not catching a break even when he wasn't a knight. He might as well be an honorary one with how often he gets dragged into the knights' lives

At least, in the comfort of the Faust house, Nacht could get some alone time. Sweet, sweet silence. Honestly, after all the hard work and shitstorm he was put through, he could say he deserved this—

Knock knock.

….. There's not a weirdo on my window, is there?

Ellia knocked again.

There is, he realized in slight horror and confusion.

Morgen getting put up for a date auction in a fundraiser

Yami clicked his tongue, glaring at the clipboard that Ellia was holding, the two staring at the same blank list. They'd spent a good five minutes just reading the heading (auction "items") already, with no names beneath.

"We need people to auction off for dates," she commented, far less irritated than Yami. "People that others are actually interested in."

Yami's name was pointedly written at the top of the list and crossed out frantically.

"Kingdom can't accept a foreigner," Yami muttered.

[Foreigners] pointed at them.

"..." Ellia looked at him during his mutter, the arrow flashing above their heads. She looked back to the clipboard, stowing her reaction away. "It is more that you are unwashed and smell."

"You think these people will suddenly find me attractive if I took a bath?" Yami snorted, the idea laughable. Something so simple wouldn't change the people's minds.

"Don't say that, Yami. You have redeemable features yourself," a new voice interjected.

They'd have questioned that 'redeemable features' bit, if that voice hadn't made them go quiet in realization. They both turned at the same time to stare at Morgen.

A mess of arrows pointed at him.

Rich

Noble

Popular with everyone

Strong magic

Pretty

Goody two-shoes

"You two are aware this may be taken the wrong way?" Morgen asked with some worry for his friends. This was a strange, if novel idea, that Ellia had—but the idea of auctioning off others was off-putting. He noticed their staring at him. "?"

"It's for a good cause," Yami rumbled, exuding a dark aura that somehow made his eyes glow in red dots.

"The perfect person," Ellia whispered in a voice more fit for the possessed.

Morgen started sweating a little bit.

"Yami? Elle?"

[phantajam]

my hot take about descendants is that NONE of the core four were ready for a relationship until maybe like, the third movie (rant in tags)

[dandyshucks-moving]

there's this one photo I've seen floating around a few times with the words "I wish we could've met as kids, you would've loved the softer me" and I think about it every now and then

so ... art ʅ(๑ ᷄ω ᷅ )ʃ

[ratatatastic]

scare the hoes more and keep yapping about ekky (& others) getting used to maffhew, it delights me. and say even more about how sasha handles this feral and sweet omega that gets dropped into his orbit. smth smth “feels like i’ve known him 10 years” or whatever vows sasha recited to the press, cameras, and god

apparently we are taking more tumblr user ratatatastic abo yap thoughts for 500 may god hear our screams up wherever he is. big man in the sky you fuckin owe me one.

i think theres so much in particular to say in concerns of 1619 and how quickly they gelled irl but even more so in an abo au

ive always enjoyed when people assign matthew stronger scents that take getting used to if you don't like it already and i know ive read a fic where his scent notes did skew towards stronger cinnamon foods/drinks

anyways on that note it wouldnt surprise me that sasha takes so easy to this spicy little omega.

Like of course he does, he smells like the pastries he used to eat back at home, the pastries he eats now because he's found an established Finnish bakery down here that makes them homemade every morning, the bakery he likes to frequent with the other Finns when he can.

Is it ever a wonder that the cute omega that sent him such a terribly sweet text when the trade news broke out (you know, after the initial excitement worn off because Sasha does chuckle at memory of the brash "Fucking, right!" that pinged on his phone the very first time from an unknown number) smells like... home... No matter all the rumours that have swirled around Matthew, the rumours Sasha has personally experienced himself playing against him...he smells nostalgic. Like Sasha could be at home right now—you know, home home—lounging outside his cottage with tea and pastries on the little table that he's set out. The warm cinnamon that wafts from the typically sterile room they've assigned for pressers smells divine, for lack of a better word. It smells indulgent. Because Sasha can't have those homely pastries all the time, what, with his training regiment.

It's why he doesn't quite believe it that Matthew's the one that's the centre of it all. He's absolutely convinced he's hallucinating because the season is about to start and he's had to cut back on all his favourite sweets as much as it pains him to but for the betterment of the team? He'd do anything. And yet despite the way he rubs at his nose to at least try to clear it, he smells that cinnamon. That cinnamon that's definitely coming from new omega they traded over who's laughing so obnoxiously at the lectern they have set up that if his scent didn't catch your attention, his loud mannerisms certainly did. His voice is practically bouncing off the walls in big loud echoes that should hurt Sasha’s ears. Emphasis on should. As it is he finds his heart melting more than it should instead.

It's been quite a long time since someone's scent has moved him this much. All the people that have, have been in his life for so long he's forgotten what it's like to feel instant scent compatibility. His nostrils are flaring and he's trying his best not to open his mouth to huff in big gulps of it because it's rather impolite to be so obviously scenting the new guy. It could be misconstrued as Sasha taking offence to the new presence in the room.

Some part of his brain is still trying to catch up to the idea that Matthew even smells at all because the first time he met him (down here for some joint offseason ice-time) he didn't particularly smell like much, if at all really. Whether it's because he put on blockers to not intrude on pack territory until he smelled more like them, or he was still on suppressants even in the summer, Sasha wasn't sure and he definitely wasn't going to ask about it.

Known him for 10 years? He feels like he's known him his whole life. But 10's a safe number, 10's a number that won't scare off this new omega, right? 10's a number that conveys "As Captain I want this to work out, I'm opening up my pack for you, I won't shun you, you're welcome here," and not "If I stick my nose in your neck right now to scent you, they're gonna have to forcibly evict me from the new home I've found in you, and it's not gonna be a pretty outcome."

It's also why he's a little nervous when Media Day is over because despite how much it dragged along in years past it practically blitzed by and now Sasha has to—

You know, properly scent the new addition. Give them the purring acceptance of their Pack leader's scent to carry with them. And it's nothing big, it's just some chaste wrist rubbing... something subtle and not too overwhelming for everyone: the pack, and the newcomer alike. It's not like Sasha is going to mouth at Matthew's neck glands. He doesn't think he can even handle that right now but that's a problem for future Sasha—for when Matthew is really part of the pack and not like a goldfish in a plastic bag being dunked into an aquarium to get used to the water temperature. He just has to rub his wrist against his, it's like basic Alpha etiquette. It'll be fine, mostly. He hopes.

And it's as anticlimactic as he thought it'd be: gentle reintroductions and reignited chatter of excitement about the new season that's about to start... maybe just with the new lingering scent of sweet and spice in the background as if someone lit up a candle without Sasha even noticing it. It's a struggle to keep his eyes from closing from how heavy they feel, from how relaxed he feels in the presence of this new omega he knows has pissed him off on several occasions as composed as he was about it.

Matthew presents his wrist in a flourish successfully managing to divert his attention back to what they're supposed to be doing all alone like this in the dressing room like this, "I'm sure you've been dying to do this huh, Cap?"

Sweat starts to break out at the back of his neck. He knows? Sasha doesn't think he's been sending off any signals that could've hinted otherwise but Sasha admits that he's well out of practise, he hasn't had to reign in his scent this much in such a long time, and maybe Matthew picked up his weird fixation—

Matthew waggles his eyebrows for extra effect an offbeat later when the joke doesn't seem to land the way he wanted it to.

Oh, thank Christ, he's just teasing him. It's a joke. He doesn't actually mean it in the way Sasha thought he meant.

"Yes. Yes, I have," Sasha chuckles in relief, shaking his head at Matthew's attempt to lighten the mood.

"10 years, or so I've heard, bud."

"You heard? Uh, listened to the..." he trails off.

"Kinda hard not to when the setup made it sound like you were in the middle of the Earth, my guy. I don't think my ears are ever gonna recover from that."

"It's the first day for everyone," Sasha lightly chastises, not particularly aggrieved at all but wanting to keep up the banter to stall for time, so he can prepare himself. Quite honestly he feels like travelled back in time to the young anxious Alpha he was breaking out into the league for the first time.

"Be gentle, I bruise easily."

"Right, gentle. I'll treat you better than my clothes on the delicate cycle."

"Is that supposed to be a line?" Matthew says in glee, his voice pitching into incredulity.

"Line like fishing?"

"Oh, come on! You know what I'm talking about! You've been in this country long enough to pick up on that!"

"Yes, yes, that."

Matthew shoves at his shoulder playfully. "Just go on and do the thing already."

"Doing the thing."

Matthew snorts but his wrist is limp in Sasha’s hold. And as much as it was a dumb joke he does feel delicate between his fingers like that. So delicate that when he rubs his own wrist against his—to transfer over their pack scent—he feels like he's going to break it if he holds onto it for too long. It's why he drops it as quick as he took it, hands scrambling to his sides in an effort to remain polite but also to get a handle on himself so his pheromones don't go haywire with the new stimulus. It's a bit of a losing battle because he knows his scent just. But he can play it off as the excitement of an Alpha being able to claim another member to his pack, it's a possessive kind of thing.

"Well, see you around! Call it a hunch but I have a feeling we'll be seeing more of each other." And the joke wasn't funny the first time, truly the equivalent of leaning on the office fax machine and going "You come here often?" to your coworkers who just want to get their work done—and just as sleazy too with the greasy grin Matthew has permanently stuck to his face but Sasha still laughs like he did the first time he heard it.

And it's only now that Matthew is gone that Sasha realises the room smells strongly of cinnamon, so potent that anyone with a working nose would be able to tell that. Like Matthew was doing his best to ease Sasha’s obvious nerves when Sasha should've been the one to calm the omega who's been uprooted from their own pack and thrown into a completely new environment, himself.

"Jesus, it reeks in here. Smells like cinnamon," Aaron wrinkles his nose, wandering back in after his own media duties were done, finding Sasha all alone in the locker rooms.

"It does?" Like he can't tell the room smells like the equivalent of someone knocking over a Yankee Candle into an open fire.

"Yeah, like an awful lot." Aaron scrunching up his nose, trying to fight off an incoming sneeze. "It's strong," he says without thinking, swallows before his eyes shift over to Sasha and then to the floor, "Not bad just... strong..." The I can get used to it is left unspoken between them.

"I like it," Sasha admits because if Aaron is confessing to things without thinking then he might as well too. They've known each other long enough.

"I can tell." Aaron snorts, "You reek too."

Sasha lets out a questioning little noise, tilts his head to the side as he silently urges Aaron to continue.

"You have no idea what cinnamon and cardamom smell like together, do you? I feel like I walked into a bakery when I should be at the gym right now."

"Is that bad?"

"For you? No, of course not," Aaron's eyes soften, and while his scent wasn't anywhere close to abrasive, it does lighten up just a tad bit in the presence of his pack Alpha. "For me? I'd rather dunk my head in a bucket of coffee beans." A bit of an exaggeration on Aaron's part but the wry grin he has on really adds to the fact he's just joking—just a little, maybe there's some truth hidden in there. He knows how Aaron is, the way he tries to downplay anytime he bristles about something. Peace and vibes, and all that.

So Sasha can joke as well, "Forsy's stall is over there," and motions his head towards it across the room.

"Oh, hilarious."

"If I was funny I would say jock."

"You know, what? I think I will hit the gym today, thanks for reminding me."

"Mmm, anytime." And when Aaron's half out the door he adds, "Ask the staff where they put the jerseys we used today!"

"I'm going! To the gym!" he echoes back, not bothering to turn around as he shuffles down the hall in a hurry, and decidedly not going in the direction of the gym. It's not surprising when he hears chatter pick up and shoes scuffing briskly into the direction of the laundry rooms.

[milolol]

the (not) hero, the prince, n the big dad

[princekirijo]

Riku's the kinda guy to sit there and be like "wow my friends and family should hate me because I really am a worthless person", turn around and be like "I am literally the most attractive person in the room" and then move on like nothing happened

[bangcakes]

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[whoviandoodler]

[Image description: a digital drawing of Thomas from Transatlantic holding Varian's hand and kissing his fingers while crying. We only see Thomas's face and their two hands covered in dripping blood. Behind them are black shards with designery red eyes on them. The pieces is coloured in desaturated blues with red accents. End description.]

We all have blood on our hands.

[ryuuseini]

God I wanna... Say Something regarding fatphobia in media and the terms ppl use in describing characters who gain weight over time ("letting go" like bro shut the fuck up???) and how like, there's also nuance to the discussion (like, a character who starts out on the heavier side choosing to lose weight shouldn't be demonized either - as PLENTY of people want to lose weight for various reasons, and while you can point to a decent amount of it stemming from our fatphobic society, a lot of it is also just personal desire at the end of the day - but I also understand that if your ONLY fat character loses weight at the end and the other characters don't change either, then that's not good) but idk, I'm a little too tired to properly articulate what's going on in my mind? But I just... wish this was more of a discussion