#dallas wellness blog

[starscelly]

prettiest girl in the whole world btw

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[listofwhyyouloveher]

could you write the gang (not separate), all having a crush on fem reader, like they’re all DROOLING over her and then someone tells her that the whole gang has a crush on her and she’s just like shook

Btw, i love your blog so much😛🫶🏼

Summary: The Outsiders all crushing on you.

Warnings: none Author's Note: oh to be y/n

It was not an unknown fact that the gang was crushing on you, well maybe to everyone but you. Your personality slotted nicely in with theirs and you were definitely not lacking when it came to looks. They followed you around like lost dogs and each one often tried to hangout with you. However, you were oblivious to this special treatment, just thinking about how kind they were. Even Dallas had let go of some of his bad habits around you since he was too busy watching your every move when you were around.

You and your friend were hanging around the diner when Johnny and Pony walked in sitting across the diner from you. Your friend nudged you and smirked when you saw who she was directing your attention to. “Look, it’s your boyfriends,” She giggled and you rolled your eyes. “They’re not my boyfriends, we’re good friends” You punched her lightheartedly and she just scoffed. “They don’t seem to think so,” Your face twisted in confusion and gestured for her to explain herself. “It’s so obvious that they both have a crush on you. Like, I can literally feel them looking at you.” She whispered and winked at the last part. You looked up and she was right, even if they averted their eyes quickly you still caught them staring. “Oh god, I never noticed.” You put your hands against your cheeks to cool the blush and your friend just looked mildly amused. “That’s not even it.” She said, poking you lightly and you groaned. “The rest of the gang like you too.” You put your hand over your mouth in shock. “What?!” You whisper-shouted and she laughed. “Oh my god you’re so oblivious! Darry took off work to go see you, he never does that! And Two-Bit invites you to take care of his sister to ‘get closer to you’, and Steve and Soda have been getting into competitions about who would win your heart first!” You were open-mouthed in shock but she wasn’t done. “Johnny and Pony have been following you around like moths to a flame, and don’t even get me started on Dallas!” “Dallas too!?” You ran a hand through your hair in exasperation. “Yes! He literally never smokes when he’s around you because he’s totally enraptured by you. You have all of them wrapped around your finger!” She makes a twirling motion with her pointer finger and you groan, dropping your head to the table. “Oh my god, what am I gonna do?!”

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YOU’RE SO HANDSOME WHEN I'M ALL OVER YOUR MOUTH! - a JFK and RFK love triangle one-shot.

authors note: this is part one! also can you tell i watched the jfk movie starring patrick demspy as young jfk... cause, mama i am howling at the moon for that man i hate to say it y'know i do! another thing, this is not edited because i actually cannot right now, it will be soon enough! iloveuallx summary: an afternoon in dallas leaves an indelible mark on your relationship with your husband, bobby kennedy, and his brother jack kennedy... you'd be surprised how much can be identified based on one moment of pure, animalistic reflex.

tags: @obsessedwithjohnjr @candyneckl6ce @rocker-chick-7 @ultr4v1ol3nt @violetharmonsfavgf @strip-weather-forecast @darcyspirits @fortheloveofjos @h-l-v-kennedy-blog @h-l-vlovesvintage @bluelancergirl @snowsgames @salvatoresablondie @dulcegal @kennedyism @bloxholden35 @kimcrystal123@absurdlyvintage @jackiesgirl @chemicalw0rld @remotewatch @starsprangledgirl @strryhaze @beloved-angel

warnings: alternative universe take on the assassination of JFK, mild gore, blood, and violence.

words: 1070

Now you weren't proud to admit this, but you hadn't been entirely truthful to Bobby when it came to just how familiar you were with his older, illness-prone, shit-eating-grin wearing brother Jack.

Well you see, you'd met Jack a long time before you'd met your beloved Bob. A quite long time indeed.

*flashback to Peter Bent Brigham Hospital, Boston 1931*

The Jack you'd met—well his name wasn't even Jack when you'd met him, for some strange reason he adopted an alias named "Dan" whenever you two would converse. You could tell it was a fake, obviously, but you entertained it and by extension him, blinded by the vision of him in a white wife-beater and a fawn penny loafer.

If you were asked, you'd put those psychology books you'd been left to read in 29' to good use and say that he was attempting to distance himself from who he thought people expected a promising son of Joesph Kennedy to be from the disease ridden boy he came to quickly resemble through his child and teenhood.

You'd forever hold dear to your heart the first time you'd laid your sore eyes upon his almost tragic kind of grace and beauty. Jack was never a stellar patient—not like you were, forever you were a quite careful daughter that never did seem to shake that pesky cold that eventually turned into a much graver prognosis for you, par for the course you'd met Jack while he was trying enter back into the hospital after hours—no doubt coming home from God knows what, doing God knows who.

And in doing so, he'd obviosuly over indulged himself and gone far beyond his doctors orders in terms of physical movement. Jack would go on to tell you that he thought his doctor would soon try to put him in a contraption not disimilar to a straight jacket just for him to get some rest.

In a haze of overexertion and clear fatigue Jack accidently mistook your room for his, and no less but climbed into your bed—with you sleeping in it, none the wiser, and the mistake wasn't noticed by you, himself, or his nurses until the morning.

Safe to say you two, unknowingly got decently comfortable with eachother after that. Nothing deviant, purely platonic but a sense of camraderie and friendship had been born that night out of plain happenstance.

By some miracle you'd condition had steadily improved and no sooner than five months are meeting Jack, you were saying goodbye to him all the same. You didn't want him to feel a sense of betrayal due to your leaving so you vowed to eachother to keep in touch through letters—with you promising to entertain him through ink and paper when visitation hours were up for the night.

*end of flashback*

You two would keep that promise to keep in touch until certain life-shaped obstacles got in the way, chief among them being a certain sandy-blonde named Bob Kennedy.

Though you missed Jack and longed to rekindle the camraderie you once shared, you didn't quite expect it to come about like how it did....

After a few months of courtship between you and Bobby, in which you swore you'd never seen a man so dedicated to loving another person in your whole life: and to be on the recieving end of that affection felt euphoric. So, naturally, a spring wedding was to be set, but not before meeting the family.

So in 1949 that's exactly what you did, timidly clutching Bob's hand while trying to make pleasant conversation with the younger of his siblings—of which there were many. One caught your eye. A certain Jack Kennedy, who looked remarkably similar to the addled boy you'd met back in BLANK.

Side stepping what couldve been an awkard moment you both handled it with poise, pretending as if you two had just met for the first time. You didn't mention it to Bobby, i mean really what was there to mention? a six month friendship whom bonded over the lonliness of having a chronic illness? It wouldn't do any modicum of good for anybody. And certaintly not Bobby.

Though you hadn't met his brothers until that day, before Bobby would talk of them as Greek Gods—untouchable beings that he could only hope to be half as divine as. You didn't understand Bobby's habit of denegrating himself to pump up his brothers. To you he was everything he thought his brothers to be. Smart, handsome, charming, and above all indeliably loyal. To a fault sometimes.

No matter how many times you assured him that it was him you wanted, not anyone else. Bobby wasn't a particulary jealous person, pathologically insecure would be a more suitable assessment.

But it was that near medievil dedication to his brother that got you here: getting ready for a texan motocade with the president: who was none other than Bob's brother and your old friend from the infirmary, Jack Kennedy.

You've chosen as simple navy two piece in wool, you'd gotten so cold in your first trimester and hadn't been able to shake it off in the second. You and Bobby were delighted to be granted the utter gift of being parents, having had troubles concieving for the first couple of years into your marriage.

After the reception your hounded by assistants and courtiers into the car, only having time to exchange sincere pleastries with the president and his wife. Despite the years long hiatus in your friendship, you and Jack had mostly picked back up where you left off back in the thirties.

Though the dynamic was different now that you were both married, and with children on the way, it felt good to have a Kennedy-born ally that wasn't your husband.

Before you can say much else, the car's fully on the move, and everyone has their hands up and waving, expressing diplomatic pleastries. The car moves onto Elm Street, and as if out of nowhere your eye focuses in on the most peculiar almost minscule object flying from a nearbywindow, and heading straight for the seat holding the your old friend, and the president of the united states.

And out of a kind of pure, subhuman instinct, in disalignment with any kind of common sense you believed you had ever possessed in all your life, you move to shield his body with yours and—*BANG*

end of part one.

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Greasers x mean girl/boy/person (think Regina George, Heather Chandler, Bryce Tankthrust) s/o who uses their status to protect their greaser and is kind of nice under all the cutthroat boss bitch-ness. Like the top rank of social that most other socs are afraid of.

(tried to make it gender neutral of my best ability, but it’s hard to fit phrases like “ queen bee” into gender neutral terms)

Inspo:

*socs approach and start making jeering comments* Hey Grease…

*you get in front of them* if you ever talk to them like that again, I will make it my personal life goal to ruin yours, and no one will hire your sorry ass again. Oh, and you can consider *insert secret* spilled.

<matching hcs with @sadie-bug345 please go check out her blog she has amazing outsiders headcanons>

Ponyboy Curtis

-intimidated by you fs

-he knows your life ruining rep

-sukrised when one day you tap on his shoulder

“Ponyboy… right?”

“U-uh yeah that’s me!”

“Great you’re tutoring me. Every Friday.”

“U-uh ok?”

-you guys actually get along and he helps with with your grades a lot

-You actually become friends and stand up for him against other Socs and even your own friends

-One night he’s walking home alone from the movies and four Socs approach him and start threatening him

-you on one of their shoulders and the Soc blanks and realization as he remembers your long-standing friendship with Pony

-“if you ever mess with him again I will ruin your life. You know I will.”

-the Socs all back up, and you stand there, smirking

-I feel like that’s when pony boy realizes his feelings for you and kisses you right there on the spot

-you guys are actually a really great mix, the popular person and the kind of more quiet guy

Johnny Cade

-he was so scared of you

-thought of all the possible ways you could ruin his life even more

-one day he comes to school and his locker is spraypainted with “Bastard Greaser”

-he’s even more suprised when you approach him at lunch break

-“Johnny Cade, right? Yk, you’re kind of cute… *you smirk* Anyway I have a dear friend… well, ex friend with me that wants to apologize for so crudely vandalizing your locker. RIGHT, Jessica?”

-his head is spinning, the queen/king bee of the whole school just flirted with him and made a bully apologize?

-you start coming to the lot more and more after that, and realize he often doesn’t have a place to sleep

-you invite (drag) him to your home where you set up a room for him, and being rich, it’s pretty damn nice

-I feel like that’s when he realizes his feelings for you and one night, when he’s about to go to sleep in his bed, he leans over and kisses your cheek

-you guys become a new couple and it shocks everyone

-yall are cute tho ❤️❤️

-you make sure no one gives him shit. If they do then LORD help them

Sodapop Curtis

-ok so you guys are a more expected couple

-prom royalty fr

-soda probably made you nice 💀💀

-you guys met in school and started dating, and he helped you kind of be the nice kind of popular

-you also spoil him with your money fr

-his brothers are skeptical of you at first (especially after sandy) but once they see your do really like him they totally ship you

-POWER COUPLE

-fr you guys are what everyone wants to be

Darry Curtis

-you were both popular and kind of ran in the same circles but didn’t like eachother

-he didn’t think he would like you because he doesn’t like mean girls/guys/people and thought you’d be all fake n stuff

-but one day yall got assigned to work on a history project and you both got along pretty well and you put in a pretty good effort

-that’s when he realized that you weren’t so bad and you two became friends

-eventually he caught on feelings for you and asked you out

-sweet couple, and everyone ships it

Dallas Winston

-you two met in detention FS

-you spread a nasty rumor about a boy who cheated on one of your close friends and he vandalized something

-enemies to lovers energy

-yall didn’t like eachother that much

-he sat behind you and kept making crude remarks and messing with you so you bit back

-“There’s no way in hell if ever dream of being with a lowlife like you”

-after a bit of banter and insults you somehow end up on his lap making out with him

-the teacher walks in and is like wtf- my eyes-

-you guys are the best power couple people cower in fear with you two together

-calls you prince/princess or doll fr

-it’s a typical bad boy x mean girl/guy/person thing

Two Bit Matthews

-you fits me at the mall when you were making fun of another stuck up girl

-he joined in with the teasing

-you were like ohhh this one’s kinda funny and you two actually hit it off really well

-you liked his wisecracks, they made the world all the more entertaining and he admired your cutthroat bitch attitude

-yall started dating after a while

-class clown x mean girl/guy/person and it’s SO iconic

-you two are surprisingly healthy for eachother, you both kind of get to see the under layer

-like you get to see what’s beyond his wisecracks and he gets to see beyond your plastic mean girl facade

Steve Randle

-he was suprised

-when you went up to him instead of Sodapop

-but when you pulled up in your red Ferrari with a scratched tire that was totally not just an excuse just to talk to him and started heavily flirting

-he wasn’t impressed, he still thought you were fake

-which bothered you, you didn’t know anyone who didn’t like you or at least pretend to

-so you kept showing up and one day a group of Socs stopped by the gas station, spitting on him

-you got furious and nearly ruined your car trying to ram them

-Steve was kinda in love after that

-he realized you really weren’t plastic

-you guys got together and are sooo cute

-when you go on long rants he listens to you while he fixes his cars

-and you have a free new handyman

[toasttt11]

Do you happen to have any blog recommendations?

YESS!! i have way to many recommendations!

@faithshouseofchaos one of the first blogs i ever read on here! amazing f1 and hockey stories, does a lot of supernatural in her stories!!

@bedsyandco her au’s are so goooooood and she has amazing ideas i swear she always is coming up with something new!

@sunflower-lilac42 love love love love all of her stories and au’s! definitely one of my favorites to reads!!

@luke-hughes43 one of my favorite blogs ever!! i adore her stella and luke au! and bella and ethan au! jsut read everything she has posted!

@sc0tters amazingggg au’s and stores, i swear she gets me so attached to her characters! literally love everything on this page!

@sweetestdesire the sweetest writer ever!! either writing the sweetest or really smutty stories, definitely recommend!

@chelawrites one of my favorites as well! i love her formula one stories!

@hischier-papaya i adore her blog, she’s an absolutely amazing writer and has such an incredible brain i swear she is always coming up with new ideas!

@hockybish one of my favorite writers for au’s! i absolutely adore her au’s and i love all of the characters so much!

@prettyboywoll Ahh one of my favorite writers! makes amazing au’s and if you ever wondered what it’s like to have a certain hockey player be your boyfriend she’s written many for many players!!

@burreaux-drys i loveeee her works but her au’s with ethan and rutger and one with trevor and jamie, they are so good!

@wintfleur i adore her au for stella hughes!! stella is written so well and she’s so sweet! writes for hockey and formula one!

@generalllimaginesss love everything she has written!! has so many au’s/series that are so well written!

@uglyducklingofthe2000s one of my absolute favorite formula one writers! writes for so many of the drivers!

@whatsaninterestingplacethisis definitely an amazing writer and i alway enjoy reading the stories!!!

@equallyshaw such an amazing writer, always writing the softest or the sadest stuff i swear!! really great au’s!

@quintinh43 i’ve adored reading eveything she’s posted and is an amazing writer!

@diorsluv her series i swear is such a funny and enjoyable read, i die laughing everytime i read her work!

@corrodedcoffins-blog one of my favorites again!!! but really an amazing blog and has some very fun au’s that i recommend!

@chewingcyanide some of my favorites stories are on this blog! i definitely suggest her jack series, it’s amazing and a roller coaster of an emotions

@angelicsoka love love love everything on this blog! such amazing work that i’ve read on the blog!!!!

@babydollmarauders one of my favorite writers to read! absolutely amazing stories and au’s, also a major plus she is a major john and jack stan :)

@thatintrovertedwriter i swear luke hughes number one fan, so if you want anything luke please go to her :) but like all of her stories and au’s are incredible so read them all!

@starry-hughes one of my favorite blogs! really has a incredible writing styles and i always enjoying reading anything from her!

@slafkovskys really writes incredible pieces! my favorite is always the angel x hughes bros so like definitely read that and all of her other au’s and works!

@sunkissed-zegras i adore reading anything from the blog, just adore everything i’ve read from her!

@fiapartridge i love everything on this blog too! but her au’s are amazing and she has a macklin au!!!!!

@thewintersoldierdisaster i love that she writes for some hockey players that aren’t always on this app a lot!!

@goldielia i adore her will au!! like you need to read it immediately!

@luke-hughes43 love everything from her! i love her au’s and ami am obsessed with nico and blake

@theemporium i LOVE this blog so much! formula one and hockey content, has written some of my favorites!

@drewsbuzzcut writes some amazing works especially her series!! i love dallas and nick!

@mclarengremlin definitely check out his golden son series! it’s amazing and i’ve definitely reread it so many times!

@lennysfridge you want a hockey au go to her page! i swear i’ve binged read all of her au’s many times!

@valluvsu i loved her top gun stories!! and i just love her whole blog!

@eleutherafairy she has written some of my favorite hughes stories ever!!!! definitely check out her blog :)

@itsnotgray i love love love her blog!!!!! definitely one of my favorites and i adore her fantilli sister au!!!

is this enough recommendations? let me know love!

[goldenseresinretriever]

Snitches Get Stitches: Chapter 1

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: Jake Seresin, golden boy of the NHL and Captain of the Dallas Stars makes headlines when he unexpectedly signs with newly-formed San Diego Dogfighters. When your future seems at the verge of crashing down, you receive the opportunity of a lifetime to become the team physician for the Dogfighters. You never expected to be working directly with your favorite hockey player. Jake has a secret and you have a job to do. Will he be able to trust you enough to help and will you be able to trust him with your heart?

Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, violence, sports violence, medical stuff, blood probably, angst, fluff, (potentially eventual) smut, forbidden romance, sexual harassment, suggestive language, medical inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies etc. There will be individual chapter warnings. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: This is a repost of my completed series, Snitches Get Stitches. It was originally posted in October-November 2023, and was lost when my blog was deleted.

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“And that’s everything,” Pete says with a grin and a shrug of his shoulders as you approach the board room. He’s been giving you a tour of the facilities since it’s your first day as the team physician of the newly formed San Diego Daggers. You were still pinching yourself. Two weeks ago you’d been unemployed and spending every single waking moment stressing about what would happen once you finished your fellowship at the Cedars-Sinai Kerlan-Jobe Institute when you’d quite literally crashed into the opportunity of a lifetime when hockey legend Pete “Maverick” Mitchell had driven his motorcycle in front of your car at a gas station. Turns out he was the newly appointed head coach of the San Diego Daggers hockey team and when you’d let slip that working for a hockey team was your dream he’d offered you an interview on the spot.

Since then, you’d found out that he hadn’t been kidding when he said that wasn’t his department as the general manager, Beau Simpson had exasperatedly informed you during your interview. Thankfully Mr. Simpson had been impressed with your resume and had offered you the most level-headed response to your situation you’d received in the three months since the incident occurred. You’d taken a chance in trusting him with the details of what happened but you knew it was better that he heard it from you before someone else could twist the story with their own opinion and interpretation of the events. The two of you had struck an agreement that stipulated the basic work contract to account for your situation, but the job was yours.

Now here you were, on your first day, being shown around your new place of work. “Now I want to introduce you to the newest member of our team, he’s going to be our team captain, so it’s imperative that you two get acquainted as soon as possible so you can start organizing physicals for the team. The ink’s quite literally still drying on his contract, but I think he’ll be the perfect man for the job.” You nod along, as you’ve been for the better part of the last hour. “By the way, kiddo, I never got the chance to ask. You said the Ducks were your second favorite team, who’s your first?” His eyes twinkle with humor as you chuckle, embarrassed as you remember your first interaction.

“The Dallas Stars,” you answer. “I’ve been a fan of them for as long as I can remember.” Oh but you can remember, you remember the day your loyalties shifted from the childhood love of Anaheim you’d shared with your dad, but you’ve embarrassed yourself enough in front of Pete Mitchell for a lifetime, or so you think.

His grin widens and his eyes light up conspiratorially as he pushes the door to the conference room open. “Well then, kid, I think the two of you are going to get along just fine.” You blink as your eyes adjust to the change from the dimmer ambient hallway lights to the bright LEDs in the conference room, just as the seat closest to the door turns to reveal its occupant. “Jake! I want you to meet our brand new team physician. Kiddo, this is Jake.”

Jake Seresin. Jake motherfucking Seresin, Centre and Captain of the Dallas Stars, and the very reason you became a Stars fan in the first place, stands from the chair and offers you his hand. “Hey there, it’s nice to meet you, ma’am” His grin is wide and just as blinding as it is on TV, but it doesn’t touch the storm in his eyes. The piercing green that’s always warm, inviting, and jovial now looks more like a raging sea. Thankfully your professionalism manages to rush back to your brain in a timely manner and you take his hand, feeling the calluses on his palm scrape the smooth skin of yours.

“H-Hi,” you introduce yourself with the eloquence of a deep sea fish, as he releases your hand before your curiosity gets the better of you. “I thought you played for the Stars.” It’s harmless enough, it’s not like you’ve divulged anything personal but it feels like you’ve revealed yourself as some kind of unprofessional super fan in front of someone who is first and foremost your colleague and your patient for God’s sake.

He shifts uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck as he deliberates how to answer your question before he settles on, “I did, until,” he breaks eye contact to check the watch on his wrist. “38 hours ago.”

“Oh,” is all you can manage as your brain descends into chaos. “Well, I guess since I signed about a week ago, welcome to the team.” He lets out a laugh at that and you watch some of the weight lift off his shoulders. Your mind is racing but the sensible part of it reminds you that this is your place of work, he’s just a client, regardless of who he is.

“So Mr. Seresin, or do you prefer Captain Seresin? When would be a good time to meet and go over scheduling the team physicals? I know we’re in the off-season right now but I want to get all the routine procedures done as soon as possible and adjust training as needed based on that.” He chuckles and it puts you at ease instantly.

“Just Jake is fine, ma’am. You’re the one in charge here, remember? As for the physicals, I agree that we should get those out of the way first and foremost. Scheduling that is up to our trainers, however, not me.”

“No, right of course, but as Captain would you be willing to go first to kind of show a united front? If I’m going to properly and efficiently take care of your team, trust is key.” You almost miss the bob of his Adam’s apple as he hesitates.

“Sure thing, sign me up.”

“Seresin.” The door opens behind you as Mr. Simpson enters the board room. “And our new physician, good to see you made it.” You nod in acknowledgment. “Seresin we’re glad to have you here, you’re a last-minute catch, but that does mean we need to get you up to speed as soon as possible.”

“Of course, sir.” Jake’s back to his charismatic self for his manager, the troubled man you’d met just minutes ago gone. “It was nice to meet you, ma’am.” He pipes up as you make your way towards the door, your dismissal unspoken.

You turn back to give him a smile, “Nice to meet you too, Jake.” You’ve barely made it halfway down the hallway when the door opens again and Mav is jogging after you, a shit-eating grin creeping across his face.

“So, what do you think?” He’s ecstatic.

“Mav,… I mean this with all the grace of a professional, but how the fuck did you manage to get Jake Seresin?” He laughs, loud and long before leaning in conspiratorially.

“We didn’t. He came to us.” You’re shell-shocked, to say the least.

You open and close your mouth without saying anything for a few seconds before you remember your last conversation. “Mav, about what I said to you earlier,” He grins. “I said that to you as a friend, not a coworker and I’d really appreciate it if you kept that to yourself, for the sake of my professionalism, please. Jake’s my coworker and patient, and anything else would affect his ability to trust me as his physician.” His eyes twinkle as he winks.

“Your secret is safe with me, kiddo. I appreciate your dedication to the job from the get-go. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you asked for his autograph, though.” You can’t fight the flush that creeps across your cheeks. He pats your back gently. “Don’t worry kiddo, any girl in the world would lose their head a bit if they had to work with that boy. I played with plenty of guys just like him in my day.”

“Mav, you were a guy like him in your day.” Mav laughs again as you reach your office.

“Good luck, kid. Break a leg!” He leaves with a wave and you sigh, pushing into the room.

The moment the door swings shut, you turn to press your forehead against the hardwood, letting out a breath you’ve been holding since you entered the board room. You’re fucked, totally completely, royally fucked. You’ve never struggled with professionalism in the workplace. Your entire patient base was made up of multimillion-dollar athletes, any awkwardness due to this had been a hurdle you’d long since crossed. But this? This wasn’t just close to home in the way that you were a fan of the sport your patient played, you were a fan of the player period.

Jake “Hangman” Seresin had had a successful enough career long before he came to play for the Dallas Stars but it was during his first season with them that he first caught your eye. Sure, every girl who knew anything about hockey salivated over the Ken doll on skates but that wasn’t what had drawn you to him. You’d been a hockey fan long enough to know that there were plenty of pretty faces on the ice and sooner or later his dazzling smile would be short a few perfect teeth. Plus, they weren’t there to be pretty, they were there because they could play, and damn if Jake wasn’t the whole package because he was a monster on the ice. He hadn’t earned the nickname “Hangman” for nothing.

It was Dallas vs. Anaheim and Anaheim had the game in the bag, or so you thought. It was the third period, the score was 6-2 in favor of Anaheim. Dallas had managed to take a single point each period, saving themselves from a total wipeout but a four-point difference with nine minutes left in the game had most people switching channels, safe with the knowledge that the match was decided. Then Dallas made a game-changing switch, they switched their centre, just their centre. You’d written it off the same way as everyone else, as a last-ditch effort by Dallas to change the flow of the game in any way they could, but it was anything but.

The moment Jake Seresin hit the ice, the energy in the entire arena shifted, as if they knew what was coming somehow. That was the thing about Jake Seresin you learned that day, he played every second he was on the ice like it was the last second of a tied game. He was a game maker. In the next nine minutes, not only did Dallas tie the score, making up the four points that they trailed, but they sunk a final, victory point with three seconds left on the clock. Of those five points, only two were scored directly by Jake, including the final one, but it was a unanimous opinion that Jake was the reason behind the win. He knew how to move a puck, he knew how to support his teammates while finding shots through a jungle of defense like an octopus in a wall of rock. You weren’t sure if you breathed at all during those nine minutes, and when it was finally over, you’d sat back, too stunned to speak, eyes wide and mouth parted. You’d been brought back to earth by your dad’s laugh from next to you as he gave you a wry smile, “And that’s the moment you’ll fall in love with hockey.” It was something he’d told you once when you asked how he’d come to love the sport as much as he did, a love he’d passed down to you. For him it was an Anaheim game that he was passively watching in a hotel room, half asleep and channel surfing, looking for something to lull him to sleep. For you, you’d always thought you loved hockey, you’d been watching Anaheim games with your dad for as long as you could remember, but it wasn’t until that night that you saw Jake Seresin play for the first time that you realized that while you loved hockey, you couldn’t have been in love with hockey because nothing had ever felt like this.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by a firm rapping on the door you’re still leaning your forehead against. You straighten with a soft groan before opening the door to reveal an unfamiliar woman on the other side. Compared to your forest green scrubs and white coat, she’s a vision in a powder pink suit, her hair pulled into a no-nonsense bun at the base of her neck, and a pair thick of black glasses propped on her head. She extends a perfectly manicured hand to you, her other one occupied with a pink leather folio that matches her suit and nails, introducing herself. “Everyone here calls me Zamboni, though, or just Zam.”

“Can… can I ask why?” You’re a little intimidated by her, the color pink has never made you feel mildly terrified before but there’s a first time for everything.

She laughs at that, a rich, real sound. “I got it at my first unofficial gig, they said it was because I smooth things over, just like a Zamboni smoothes the ice.” She rolls her eyes playfully. “College guys think they are so funny, but the name stuck.” She shrugs. “I like to think it’s because I’m good at my job. I’m the PR rep for the team.”

“It’s nice to meet you Zam.” You weigh your options quickly before deciding to dive right in. “Actually, I have a question I was hoping you could answer.” Zam raises an eyebrow at the way your voice drops but nods to encourage you to continue. “What’s Jake Seresin doing here?” Both eyebrows are raised now. She lets out a defeated huff, crossing her arms over her chest in frustration.

“You know, I pride myself on knowing every aspect of my job inside out, and that includes my players, but that’s one question that even I don’t have the answer to, and not for lack of trying. All I know is that Seresin reached out to Beau two nights ago and showed up here this morning. No private plane, no nothing, the man took a commercial red eye. It does make you wonder,

what exactly had him running like hell to get out of Dallas, but as far as concrete answers go, I’m all out.” She frowns. “Any particular reason why you ask? Do you know something?”

You shake your head, disappointedly. “Nope, but I watch enough hockey on my own time to know he could be anywhere and why he’s here makes little to no sense. I know he and Machado are friends but that doesn’t seem like enough to pass up re-signing to Dallas, and definitely doesn’t explain why he decided to move in less than 48 hours.”

“Just one of life’s mysteries.” An unfamiliar voice interrupts. You both turn to see another woman approach. “I’m Natasha Trace, the head equipment manager.” You shake her outstretched hand as you look over the dark-haired woman. She has a strong grip and you feel the barely there brush of calluses on her hand as if they’ve long faded but stubbornly remained in some places. “If it helps, Javy didn’t know he was coming here either, he’s just as surprised as the rest of us.” Her eyes darken sadly. “Honestly, he’s more pissed than excited right now.”

“Are you two close?” You ask and she’s smiling again.

“Yeah, we went to high school together. He’s actually the reason I have this job, he recommended it to me.”

“And by proxy you know Jake, then?” She shrugs nonchalantly.

“He’s Javy’s best friend, but honestly we don’t see enough of each other to really say I know Jake. Most of what I know about him is what I hear from Javy. I could count on one hand the number of times we’d met before this.” She claps her hands, signaling the end of the conversation. “As much as I enjoy gossiping like old hens with both of you, I did actually come here for a reason. Mav wants to introduce you to the rest of the team so you can start getting into their physicals.” With that, Zam is back in professional mode, straightening from where she’s been leaning on the doorframe to follow the two of you as you do your best to memorize the route Natasha is taking. When you enter the rink, the boys are mid-practice, zipping around on the ice while Maverick watches from the sidelines, taking notes. He turns at the click of Zam’s heels as your group approaches.

“Ladies, welcome! Kiddo, glad to see you’re getting assimilated!” He turns back to the ice, blowing his whistle to signal the guys over to the bench. Your nose is hit with the familiar smell of sweaty athletes as they collect on the ice in front of Mav, removing their helmets and shaking out their name hair. A few swing over the boards to take a seat on the bench, grabbing water bottles as slowly all eyes come to rest on you. You glance over the group, clocking familiar faces. Javy Machado, a right winger, here from the San Jose Sharks and Jake Seresin’s former teammate on the Arizona Coyotes. Left winger, Bradley Bradshaw, the oldest player on the team, from the Philadelphia Flyers. The defensive duo, Reuben Fitch and Mickey Garcia from the New Jersey Devils. Rookie goalie Bob Floyd, whose acquisition has been turning a lot of heads. And of course, Jake Seresin, former captain and centre for the Dallas Stars.

Mav claps a hand on your shoulder. “Gentlemen, this is our new team physician. I’m gonna let her take the floor.” He steps back at that to linger with Natasha and Zam as twenty pairs of eyes focus on you.

You introduce yourself and put on your best smile as the boys chorus back their own greetings. “My first order of business is going to be scheduling your physicals. I want to get as much of the basics out of the way early so we can catch any hidden injuries or undiagnosed conditions as soon as possible so that we can adjust anything we need to have you ready and fighting fit when the season starts in two months.” You almost miss the way Jake shifts uncomfortably at your mention of hidden injuries and undiagnosed conditions and you store away that tidbit for later. “I look forward to working with all of you this season and I want you to know that my priority is your health and safety, and if we want to make the best of our relationship then we need to trust each other so I hope I can earn your trust.” You make eye contact with Jake as you say this. His eyes are back to the stormy seas from this morning and you hope he can trust you enough to tell you what’s really going on so you can help. Just as you’re about to wrap up you remember something. “One last thing! I want to clearly emphasize that this physical will not, and I repeat, will not include any reason for you to be naked. I’m a licensed general physician but this physical doesn’t involve checking your testicles or your prostate unless a specific condition makes it necessary. So please, please keep your underwear on for both our benefit. I don’t want to see any dicks in my exam room, am I clear?” A chorus of laughs and yes ma’am’s bounce off the walls. When you turn to excuse yourself, Mav is grinning too. You decide to get this out ahead of time. “Mav, we need to discuss a good time for me to start the physicals.”

He nods before shrugging. “We’re done here for a bit so If you’re free to start now, you can start taking them one by one.” You nod, turning back to the boys on the ice who are slowly trudging off the ice at his words. “Captain, you’re up.”

Jake stiffens before his mask is back on. “Sure thing, ma’am, I’ll be right there as soon as I hit the showers.” You nod in return and head back to your office to prepare yourself. This is about to be a lesson in professionalism.

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Hi! Could you please do general head canons for Dallas, like what do you think his interests or hobbies might be? I really like the dating head canons you’ve done! Also I’m pretty new to the outsiders fandom and I feel a little outta place cause everyone I’ve come across seems to have been a fan for a long time lol. I noticed your blog is fairly new so I was wondering if you’re also new to the fandom as well!

(hi! yes, of course, i can do that, and thank you so much! i’m so glad you like the dating dallas headcanons! also, no, i’m not new to the fandom, but i am definitely new to tumblr—and the fandom is super lucky to have you! <3

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♡ 𓂃 general dallas winston headcanons

enjoys playing darts and card games (AKA gambling; and just between you and me, he has a gambling problem.)

has tried to secretly quit smoking, but failed multiple times.

only dates girls for their looks and when he interacts with a girl he doesn't find attractive, he'll pretend she doesn't exist.

thinks it's hilarious to give people wet willies.

loves coca-cola and pepsi — hates sprite and ice-tea.

can barely read or write a singular sentence and forces ponyboy to help him.

dally [in my opinion] idolizes darry, and wants to be like him in certain regards.

dallas would be a great person to have late-night, philosophical conversations with, when he’s drunk.

hated wearing wear chunky jewelry (i.e thick rings and bracelets with “masculine” desgins like snakes and whatnot.) but wears it ever since darry made a random comment about how “tuff” it made him look.

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An Introduction

Hello angels and welcome to my blog. My name is Rebecca Sawyer, but my friends call me Becky, and I consider you all my future friends. The world can make you feel so alone for following the truth but stay strong sisters. I promise to use this blog to proudly praise the Watcher in hopes of inspiring others. I'm nineteen years old and I live in Copperdale where my father has worked as the principal of Rockridge academy for the past twenty years. I was blessed to be raised in a watcherly home with my three older sisters Hannah, Abigail and Miriam.

Here's a picture of my parents from my mom Lizzie's fiftieth birthday. She's truly the gentlest woman I know.

My eldest sister Hannah is only a few blocks over. She lives with her husband Atticus and their children Margot, Lincoln and Cecilia. Hannah works as a stay-at-home mom while Atticus teaches science at Rockridge.

Abigail is living her best life in San Myshuno. She always dreamed of moving to the Del Sol Valley to start her music career, but the Lord had different plans. She now serves by supporting her husband Adam, a pastor at one of the largest churches in the city, and raising their daughter Noelia. Abby still shares her gift through preforming at Sunday service and leading the youth choir.

My sister Miriam is the closest to me in age. She lives in Windenburg with her husband Connor, who just became partner at his father's law firm. They have a one-year-old Bethany as well as a baby boy on the way. Miriam is intimidatingly smart but so humble and sweet, I can't think of a better maid of honor for my wedding. That's right wedding!

If you couldn't tell from my first picture, I'm engaged! My life is finally about to begin. I've known Dallas since I was sixteen years old, and his family moved to Copperdale. Through participation in our church's youth group, we developed a strong friendship. I was smitten from the start but thought he would never look at me that special way. On a group mission trip to Tomarang, he pulled me to the side and asked if I would enter a courtship with him. It's a good thing we were being chaperoned because I nearly jumped into his arms. After four month's he got down on one knee and made me the happiest woman alive. The next time I post it will be as Mrs. Dallas Prescott, so make sure to stay tuned for photos of the wedding.

[slvt4dillon]

No bc I reblogged this post earlier about dally being sick and how he would act but I can’t find it on my blog 💔

But here’s a lil fic on how I think it would go:

Dallas’s Sick Day

Warning: talk of being sick, talk of throwing up (not detailed), slightly suggestive comments, and cursing

Dallas feels sick but he doesn’t tell anybody, he usually never does. But leave it to Johnny to tell when someone doesn’t look/feel good. “Hey man, you don’t look so good”. And truth be told, Dallas didn’t feel too good either, he felt hungover, but he knew he didn’t drink last night. No matter what was wrong or what was happening, he still felt awful. “No man, I’m fine”. He felt dizzy and hot, even despite ditching his jacket, which he rarely does. Johnny knows that Dallas is too stubborn to do anything about being sick himself and he’s not gonna let Johnny make him do anything about it. So as a last resort, Johnny takes him to the mother of the gang, someone he knew would take care of Dally, Darry.

Johnny walked into the doorway of the Curtis house, Dallas stumbling behind him. Man, he did not feel good. “Hey, Dally’s being stubborn, can you help me out?” Johnny asked quietly, afraid Dallas will leave if he hears why they’re really there. Darry sighs, “alright, I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t guarantee anything”. They both turn and watch as Dallas stumbles over to their couch to watch cartoons on the tv.

Darry softly walks over to Dallas. “Hey buddy, you don’t look so hot” Dallas looked up at him, “yeah, you’re not the first to tell me that” he glares at Johnny, but only for a second as he returns back to the tv. Darry walks away into the bathroom for a few minutes. After some beating and banging around in the medicine cabinet, Darry emerges from the bathroom with some liquid cold medicine.

“Hey Dal, I want you to drink this, okay buddy?” He holds out the medicine cup towards Dallas. “Man, I don’t need no damn medicine!” Dallas says in a whiny tone. He then sees Johnny look at him with a pleading look, which made him feel bad. “Fine,” he says with a groan, “Cheers!” He holds up the medicine cup and drinks it, slamming it down on the coffee table after he swallowed it. He made a face after swallowing the awful medicine.

Dallas then started coughing and gagging, a result of the medicine. “Goddammit!” he chokes. “This stuff is awful!” “Well, it might be awful, but it’ll make you feel better” Darry said. “Whatever you say” returned Dally.

Darry returned to making his coffee after Dallas settled down, thinking, it is way too early for this. A few minutes later, he sees Dallas jump up and book it to the window of the living room and open it like a madman. Dally hung his head out the window as Darry ran over to see what was going on. “Now Dallas just what in the hell are you-” he hears coughing and gagging coming from Dallas. Johnny was already over by Dallas, patting his back and looking pale himself. “I think he threw up” Johnny said in a low voice, looking at Darry. Darry could tell Johnny was heading in Dally’s direction too. “Ok Johnny, you can go and sit down now.” Darry said in a gentle voice. Johnny did as told and went to go sit back on the floor.

As Dallas finished, he fell on his knees and he turned around. He curled himself up with his legs to his chest. He looked like he was gonna cry and his face was red but pale at the same time. “You poor thing” Darry said. This is possibly the worst he’s ever seen Dallas, and that’s saying something. “Come on,” Darry said, motioning for Dally to get up. Dally slowly got up, his world still slightly spinning around him.

As Dally wrapped his arm around Darry’s shoulders for support, he was guided to Soda’s room. After all, Soda didn’t sleep in there anymore since he started sleeping with Ponyboy, so Darry wasn’t too worried about it. It was more like a guest room anyway, but nobody knew that. If they did, there’s no telling what would be happening in the room. On second thought, Darry had a pretty good idea on what would happen.

As Darry guided Dallas to the bed, he pointed for him to sit down. Dallas weakly sat down on sodas bed, using his hands to prop himself up. “Now, take off that shirt, will ya?” Darry asked. Dallas’s shirt had some of his sick on it, not a lot, but still enough. Dallas reluctantly took off his shirt, he had felt freezing cold these last few minutes, wishing he hadn’t ditched his jacket before. Dallas threw his shirt on the ground as Darry asked, “do you want one of Sodas old shirts?” Dallas shook his head. No matter how cold he was, clothing made him uncomfortable when he slept. The only article of clothing he’d ever wear to bed is his underwear.

Dallas kicked off his shoes and started to lay back on the bed. “Now, I’m gonna go put this shirt in the wash, when I come back in here I better see you resting. I’ll put a trash can on your side of the bed just in case, understood?” Dallas nodded his head, and as soon as Darry left the room, Dallas started taking his jeans off and he threw them in the floor. He curled himself up under the covers and slowly drifted off to sleep. The next time Darry walked into the room, Dallas was fast asleep, Darry decided to wash Dally’s jeans too, since realistically they haven’t been washed in god knows how long.

When Dallas woke up, he saw his shirt and jeans neatly folded on the nightstand with a note on top saying:

“Had to go to work, if you need somebody,Johnny and probably Two are in the house. When you wake up it’ll probably be time for your second dose of medicine, so I set it beside your clothes.

Get better soon,

Darry”

Dallas smirked as he saw the medicine cup laying beside his clothes. He contemplated for a minute, Darry’s words in the back of his mind, “Well, it might be awful, but it’ll make you feel better”. “damn, this better be worth it” Dallas said. And with that, Dally threw back his head swallowed the medicine. It was still as awful as he remembered it. He still didn’t feel good, but he was hungry.

He walked into the kitchen and low and behold, Two-bit and Johnny were there, watching tv. Dally walked into the kitchen, looking for a snack. He seen ramen noodles and thought, perfect. He was looking for a bowl and heard a cat-call-like whistle behind him. Uh oh. “Look at that fine piece of ass!” Two-bit whooped. Dallas had forgotten he was only wearing boxers. “Oh, shut up, Two” Dallas slightly reddened with embarrassment. For everything he talked, Dallas was actually a little shy when it came to his body. Dally was glad his underwear was black, which is quite forgiving, or else Two-bit would probably be hooping and hollering about some of Dallas’s other body parts.

As his ramen was heating up, Dallas went on the hunt for some pajama pants in Sodas room because he wanted to watch tv while he ate his ramen, and he’ll be damned if Two-bit harassing him was gonna get in the way of that. Luckily, he found a pair. Soda and Dallas were about the same size anyway, so Dally just slid the pants on with no issues. He seemingly got done just in time for his ramen. Dallas fixed his ramen and went to go sit down with Two and Johnny. “Dang Dal, you must not have felt so good” Johnny said. Dally raised a brow. “Why?” “Well, it’s three o’ clock in the afternoon and you’ve been asleep since eight this morning.” “What?” Dally said in shock. He didn’t bother to look at the alarm clock in Soda’s room when he got up.

It was awful quiet in the Curtis house considering Ponyboy was gone (probably getting into trouble with curly) and Steve, Soda, and Darry were at work. Two-bit broke the silence. “Hey guys, don’t I sound like Woody the Woodpecker?” Before they could process what he said, Two-bit tried to impersonate Woody the Woodpecker’s laugh. “Sure, Two” Johnny said with uncertainty. Dally just laughed. That medicine made him a little tired, even though he had just gotten up. Dallas decided to embrace the fact that he was sick and he was supposed to be getting rest. In his defense, he still felt kinda lousy, so he went and laid back down and peacefully fell back asleep (not without taking off Soda’s pj pants, of course)…

If you read to the end, thank you! When I first started writing this out a little bit ago I didn’t expect it to be a whole fic lol. Sorry if anything is off, English is my first language. I was actually about to make an ao3 to publish this, but I had to wait for an invitation and I didn’t wanna do allat. Writing this was acc pretty fun!

[ambrozjas]

Hiiii I really like your blog ٩( ᐛ )و could you do a johnny cade x deaf reader? thank youuu 🫶🏼🫶🏼

johnny x deaf!reader hc’s ꨄ︎

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im glad you like my blog, however i’m not very well versed in deafness but i tried my best 😭 !! i hope you still enjoy !!

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❥ if you guys just met or something, i feel like he wouldn’t get that you’re deaf at first?

❥ poor baby just thought you were probably ignoring him 😭

❥ when he does find out / understand, i think he tries to be very inclusive towards you and supports your needs

❥ at first, he writes stuff down for you

❥ but then you start teaching him sign language in his free time. it’s a little difficult at first and he gets embarrassed when he messes up, but it’ll pay off dwdw

❥ i feel like sometimes ponyboy and two-bit join in when you’re teaching johnny. but pony’s more focused on actually learning and two-bit just kinda wants to learn cuss words

❥ if you have a cochlear implant / hearing aid, i think dally would be the most insensitive about of all the boys, leading johnny to confront him. confront hims kind of an overstatement, but similar to the way how he did at the drive-in for sherri (even if dallas calls him a little shit again)

❥ whenever johnny’s alone or walking somewhere, he thinks about the times he practices with you. his mind tracing back as his hands mimic the motions he remembers you doing

❥ johnnys overall very sweet about it, and over time i think he’d def get the hang of sign language

❥ yknow how some people have the little signals they do with squeezing their s/o’s hand? like three times means ily n stuff like that? i feel like regardless if you were hard of hearing or not, johnny would do that with you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ AAAH i’m sorry it’s so short !! i didn’t have that many, sorry anon :(

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

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ethnicity headcanons

I’m gonna be honest, when I first read the book, I pictured them all to be Black. After seeing the movie, I can’t see them as anything other than white but let’s imagine

Johnny is Hispanic. I know Ralph Macchio is Italian and therefore white, but in my mind, he’s Hispanic. He’s fluent in Spanish because his mother was born and raised in Mexico.

The Curtis brothers are white (sad 😪). Curtis is an English last name (I would know. It’s my mom’s last name) so they’re English or possibly Irish. Your pick

Two-Bit is a ginger in my mind so he’s got some Irish or Scottish in him. Mathews is of English and Canadian origins. So again, sadly white 😪

I always pictured Dallas as Russian (well…since I started this blog). Forget what Matt Dillon looks like. He’s Russian with his platinum blond hair and ice blue eyes and love for vodka (it’s a stereotype cause it’s true)

Steve is probably also white. I’m sorry. And since he’s so heavily influenced by my best friend @gasly-meg, he is mostly if not completely Irish. But his family is from Northern Ireland because I assumes you’s all know that the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland are two separate countries (you’re never living that down, Megan)

Sorry to disappoint. I’m white so that probably influences how I see the characters. I wouldn’t be surprised if others have different ideas

[keymanwritez]

Can you do them when you work at Buck's (the bar i in the outsiders) and you sing there? Like headcannons? Also ik you only have a little on your page but i'm already obsessed. 🫀(also im sorry if i spelt anything wrong it's like 3am)

Its no problem !!!! I'm perfectly happy to do headcannons of this prompt and sorry for responding late !!! I haven't been on this account a lot !!! Okay now onto the headcannons !!!

Working at Buckys and dating the outsiders !

(What a life !)

Ponyboy Curtis

°♡ Ponyboy didn't go to Bucks often, he didn't have a reason too. Well that was up until you showed up there

°♡ He watched as you sang in awe, barely containing his admiration as he watched on

°♡ He's hanging every lyric that you sang

°♡ You sounded like a goddess and he couldn't help leaning in to hear better

°♡ After that he seemed to be a more frequent guest at Bucks (Despite Dally and Buck not wanting him to be)

°♡ Has drawn you in your performance outfits or just you singing

Dallas Winston

°♡ He liked hanging at Bucks already, I mean he practically lived there but sometimes he did become bored or irritated by being there

°♡ Then you popped up

°♡ With your stupid singing, your stupid face, and you stupid body

°♡ No matter what you looked like though he loved your singing

°♡ He would never admit it of course but your voice singin' always made his mood better

°♡ It was like a drug he could never get enough of

°♡ If yall started dating he would begrudgingly and casually ask for you to sing for him

Johnny

°♡ Johnny did go often to bucks unlike Pony but he didn't really live there like Dally did

°♡ He was almost always there because of well. . . You !

°♡ He couldn't get enough of your singing and how you looked

°♡ He would be really nervous to talk to you especially with how amazing he saw you as but when he got to know you he fell head over heels once again

°♡ your personality was to die for not matter what it is

Two bit

°♡ From the first time he stumbled to the stage at Bucky's drunken, listening to you sing, he knew he needed to know you

°♡ He always said he felt like he was being lured in by your singing

°♡ Immediately after your done singing he attempts to approach you only to pass out in front of your feet

°♡ He is absolutely embarrassed when he realized what happened

°♡ he didn't drink the next time you were on stage, he wanted to make sure your second meeting was better than the first one

°♡ once y'all start dating he relentlessly asks you to sing

°♡ to sing to him, to sing for the gang, or to sing for no one aside from yourself

I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I FORGOT ABOUT THIS BLOG !!! I STILL HOPE YOU LIKED IT THOUGH !!! SORRY NOT ALL THE BOYS ARE HERE !!!

[saintmeghanmarkle]

What it means IF it is true that American Riviera Orchard products will be sold at Netflix House superstores in King of Prussia PA and Dallas by u/Hermes_Blanket

What it means, IF it is true that American Riviera Orchard products will be sold at Netflix House superstores in King of Prussia, PA and Dallas You know that in the beginning, MM surely wanted those jams, etc., to be offered for sale at uber-chic boutiques in Beverly Hills, Palm Beach, Martha's Vineyard, etc.Or at least through a prestige culinary chain store like Williams-Sonoma or Sur Le Table.The customer base she wants is, as always, the glitterati, the wealthy, the A-listers.To have to offer her products up at a regular shopping mall, in a Netflix store, is a clear signal that when she made marketing proposals to places like those listed above -- and you know she did -- she was TURNED DOWN FLAT.So the best -- or possibly the only -- deal she could get was to sell them through Netflix, where she already had obligations. And only in stores they already had or were planning to open, where they offer lots of other merchandise. So Netflix risks almost nothing, which is a good sign they expect it to be a bust. Which it will be, because there is too much competition and there are too few sugars.Another Sinner here said, "This is the adult version of Disney merching," which is the most accurate description there is for what this way of getting ARO out would be.We will just have to sit back and see what happens. post link: https://ift.tt/5738LlX author: Hermes_Blanket submitted: February 10, 2025 at 11:48PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Hcs for greasers with a GN!goth s/o who moved to town, and everyone, both greasers and socials are afraid of them, because everyone thinks they’re a “witch”

<twinning with @sadie-bug345 btw go check out her blog it’s amazinggggg here’s the link to her hc for this>

Ponyboy Curtis

-he was definitely afraid of you at first, and he 10/10 believed you could actually brew potions but also secretly thought you were cool and interesting

-he was SUPER intimidated by you

-but one day got enough courage to approach you when you were reading under a tree and found out that you were pretty chill and not yk a witch (he does ask tho, just it case)

-Y’all hit off and you showed him some of your music which he actually liked!

-eventually you guys started dating n stuff which was only surprising to those who didn’t know Pony that well

-you go on library/reading + music dates a lot

-Not a lot of Socs mess with him now that he’s always with his witch

-Fr no Socs mess with him he has such a scary dog privilege with you

-matching bandanas + belts

Johnny Cade

-he’s so in love with alt people honestly

-didn’t believe you were a witch and knew weirdos get a bad rap

-he wasn’t scared of you because he thought you were a witch, He was just scared to actually go up and talk to you

-he kind of always admired you from afar cuz yall had a similar vibe and you went to the lot a lot (hehe)

-One day after a long pep talk in the mirror he got the courage to go up and talk to you

-you guys really got along and started dating!

-when you first chatted he admired one of your best rings and you just gave it to him

-(he hasn’t taken it off since istg)

-you did his eyeliner one time and it looked SOOOO GOOD

-10/10 he does matching rings n belts and sometimes small makeup with you

-you guys are v cute together and honestly make so much sense, you’re also his scary dog privledge

Sodapop Curtis

-he saw you and was like ohhhh that’s why they call them a witch

-honestly surprised he liked you bc you aren’t usually his type but opposites attract yk

-he finds your style exotic and so different from his own it opens up his world

-you meet buying snacks at his gas station and he does his usual charming boy personality, suprised when you don’t respond to his flirtation and roll your eyes

-after lots of him flirting and you rejecting (more playfully over time) he finally manages to get you on a date with him

-you guys actually hit it off rlly well

-you guys are like golden retriever x black cat and compliment eachother soooo well

-tbh people saw it coming because yk opposites attract

-he tries to copy ur makeup one time and it did NOT end well 😭💅

-yall turn heads fr

Darry Curtis

-he didn’t necessarily wary of you because of the rumors, he’s just a traditionalist and not rlly used to seeing different people

-so when you come into town you rock his world

-one day your walking along just minding your own business when he grabs your arm and is like “wait” as if he isn’t stopping you from literally moving

-“so uh, what with the, uh, getup?”

“Idk man I just like to dress this way….”

-you guys start talking and actually become good friends

-after a few months he asks you out

-you guys are a pretty stable couple, and ponyboy definitely thinks of you as his rlly cool older sister

-I think yall are the most surprising

-he’s the most likely to change his wardrobe to match yours, def goes all out. Like not tooo far but he changes all his outfits to be vaguely goth

Dallas Winston

-was he a little (a lot) scared of you because of the rumors? Hell yes. Was he going to show that? Hell no.

-probs approached you on a dare or some shit 💀

-made a rude remark or joke so you slapped him and he was kinda surprised such a quiet thing could leave his face that red

-he was kinda in love with that ngl and loved your spunk

-he bothered you everyday after that

-back and fourth after much banter (enemies to lovers energy)

-he managed to actually get you to go on a date with him

-POWER COUPLE FR

-people are SO scared when they see yall walking down the streets yall are sooo intimidating together fr

-matching belts and rings

Two Bit Matthews

-you guys probs met in the back of the classroom

-he made some joke like “Damn, how’d you get out of your coffin this mornin’?!

-to which you responded with an eye roll and a chuckle

-you guys actually end up cracking jokes the whole period and laughing a little too loud

-he finally asks you out and you say yes

-you guys go out and make fun of Socs together and have a grand time

-you guys kind of started dating a bit immaturely, but you actually get to something that’s a lot more mature and have really deep conversations, you kind of ground him, and he kind of bring the humor out of you a bit

-he def takes advantage of the fact people are scared of you and you both jumpscare people and just have so much fun

-best Halloween couple fs

-overall pretty solid

-matching shirts

Steve Randle

-he probably heard the rumors and thought they were stupid and he was the least phased by your look

-I mean don’t get me wrong he liked it but he wasn’t gonna tell you that right away

-you don’t like eachother at first but after you start talking you start to appreciate eachother

-he asks you out and you say yes

-you guys are sooo cute n iconic

-you sometimes play music out loud when he fixes cars and just vibe together

-the EGO boost he gets from your compliments on his style

-he wears matching rings and shirts with you

[fanhackers]

Honoring Our Foresmutters: Joanna Russ

Inspired to post today by the recent New York Times article on Joanna Russ, “Joanna Russ Showed Us the Future: Female, Queer but Far From Perfect,” which promotes an exciting new collection of her work by the Library of America.  Joanna Russ was a fan and a fanfiction writer well as, arguably, the literal founder of the field of fan studies. While Russ has been referenced or namechecked many times in the Fanhackers blog over the years (here and here, for example), I don’t think we’ve ever specifically shouted out her field-founding 1985 essay “Pornography By Women For Women, With Love.”  (Is there an important fan studies essay before this one? Perhaps Ien Ang’s 1985 work on Dallas fans? Janice Radway’s 1984 Reading the Romance? Lamb and Veith? Lichtenberg, Marshak, and Winstons’s 1975 landmark Star Trek Lives? Maybe that one. But Russ is pretty much the first to document and defend modern slash fandom as we know it (which is one of the reasons the NYT article links to the Archive of Our Own.)   

Russ says a lot of things in this essay about Star Trek slash, what it is and how it works, and how slash serves as a sexual fantasy for women. (She also says some pretty fascinating things about not just female rape fantasy, but also about male rape fantasy: there’s a lot of sympathy here for men’s sexual fantasy and empathy for the way men are thwarted under patriarchy as well.)  But I think my favorite thing in the essay is the way Russ is willing to own her feels:

I hope I haven't offended anyone by calling K/S "sexual fantasy." If it weren't, I wouldn't pay any attention to it. I love the stuff, I love the way it turns me on, and I love its attempt to establish a very radical androgyny in its characters. So many feminist creations of Amazons and Goddess-worshippers and so on simply don't work-most are very thin–but K/S works, if you know and like Star Trek, and (as I mentioned) it is the only sexual fantasy by women for women that's produced without the control or interposition of censorship by commercial booksellers or the interposition of political intent by writers or editors. It's also a labor of love for the women involved, since it is (and must be, because of the possibility of lawsuit) non-profit. I find it raw, blatantly female, and very valuable and exciting.

She ends the essay preparing to go back to the story she is writing!

And now, if you will excuse me, I must go back to my ancient Vulcan castle with the carved bedposts where I have left my two characters, Guess Who and Guess Which, in a very dramatic and painful situation. In fact, I left Spock preparing to beat Kirk, whom he has bought as a slave in an alternate universe in which violent Vulcan (Spock's planet) never reformed. Of course the point of the whole scene is that Spock can't bear to do any such thing because he is madly in love with Kirk. So he smites his forehead with his hand (or some similar gesture) and rushes out to agonize. Meanwhile Kirk (who's of course in love with Spock) agonizes too, but in the opposite direction, so to speak.  They will do this for a long as I can contrive, and then they will make great music together, also as long as I can stretch the scene out. Yum. And so on.

That “Yum,” in print, in 1985, is everything! 

–Francesca Coppa, Fanhackers volunteer