#game misconduct tag

[aribaran]

it's crazy to know that game misconduct’s out in the wild today. this book (and series) has been a labor of love over the last few years, although the actual publishing piece of it seems to have happened very fast. this is a story about loving hockey even when it doesn’t necessarily love you back. about the way that hockey culture makes and shapes you. about the way that violence can permeate everything in your life, even when you haven’t intended it to. about the damage that does, physically and psychologically. and most of all, about two broken men who just might hold the keys to fixing each other. thank you so much to everyone who made this day possible. i couldn’t have done it without you. (and as always...please read the content warnings.)

you can buy it on amazon, a few other retailers, or directly from carina.

additionally, the philadelphia constitutions’ lines, in the style of amanda c. stein (full names under the cut).

nathaniel singer - zachary reed - beatrice morin tyler reid - matthew wilson - jakub černý william andersson - antti salonen - andrey kuznetsov sean elliott - taylor adams - austin murphy carey jones - tomáš novotný oskar lindberg - ryan graham liam kelly - dylan parsons/mike sato sakari mäkelä ruslan sokolov (photo background credit: klim musalimov via unsplash)

[nerdraging4point0]

Power Play // Chapter 9 // Hockeyplayer!Noah AU

Tropes and tags: RPF:AU hockey player romance, angsty romance, hidden relationship, forbidden relationship, smutty, MF, multiple POV. 

Content Warning: angsty romance, hockey player shenanigans, locker room talk, smutty, aggressive hockey players, PinV, MF relationship, possessive male, protective male.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

As I delicately dab the gauze against Nick's left eyebrow, I can feel it nearly slipping from my trembling hands. The tension is palpable as I firmly grasp his stubbled chin, forcing his gaze to meet mine for just a moment before his eyes dart back to the action unfolding across the ice. 

It all went down so fast.

In a flash, Sanchez slung the puck past the goalie and into the net, eliciting a roar from the crowd. But the celebration was short-lived, as the clash of bodies around the goal quickly turned chaotic. The Bruns defense swarmed Sanchez, shoving him roughly, while another player trips up Ruffilo in a blatant display of aggression. And then, as Nick is getting to his feet, one of the opposing players "accidentally" strikes him across the face with the sharp end of his stick, drawing blood and a collective gasp from the onlookers. It takes the quick action of Dominick leaping over the boards, and the restraint of Sebastian, to keep Karlsson from pummeling the offending player then and there. 

With a few deft motions, I managed to clear away the blood, Ruffilo's injury was not as severe as it had initially appeared. Relieved to see that no stitches would be necessary, I turned my attention to Jack, giving him a reassuring thumbs up. Jack responds with a curt nod, his gaze shifting towards the ice as he silently communicated his readiness to get the game back underway. Taking the cue, I reached out and gave Nick a firm pat on the shoulder, prompting him to swiftly leap back over the boards and rejoin his teammates on the rink. Turning back to my makeshift medical station, I set about the methodical task of cleaning up the scattered gauze pads and securely closing the saline solution. 

Noah has been skating past my post repeatedly today, each time i've tried to ignore his presence, it's been a mere two weeks since our fateful universal date. Since that night, we've been utterly unable to keep our hands off one another, our bodies drawn together by an irresistible magnetic force that threatens to consume us both. 

Although we've managed to keep our situationship secret for now the ever-present anxiety of being discovered hangs over me like a dark cloud. The thrill is intoxicating, yet the guilt gnaws at my conscience. I know deep down that what we share is wrong, taboo, a flagrant flouting of the rules - and yet, in his presence, all rational thought seems to evaporate. 

The way he moves, the way he looks at me, ignites a fire within that I find impossible to extinguish. 

 The words breach of contract. Misconduct. All flash in my brain when I think about it, but they vanish shortly after his hands touch my skin. One misstep, one slip-up, could shatter the fragile web we've woven - and the consequences of that are almost too terrifying to contemplate.

I’m no longer the only nurse on the team. McGuirre joined us last week, he is smart and funny. Recently divorced from his husband he took the job for a fresher start. Since then, each time Noah has needed a look over or some small injury, I have him handle it instead. The exchange of care helps quell the anxiety in my chest.

But it doesn't stop my heart from racing every time he looks my way.

  This game is falling apart and it's putting both the fans and the players on edge. The players have already engaged in a staggering five fights. We are down by three points, and the frustration is etched on each of their faces. Lawrence, has already broken two hockey sticks, cracking them across his knee with roaring yell. Karlsson, has found himself in the penalty box twice, forced to sit out crucial moments due to his overzealous play. In contrast, Noah, though not directly involved in any altercations, has been an aggressive presence, getting in the faces of multiple opposing players, unwilling to back down from the challenge. 

Even my father is visibly on edge, his cheeks flushed not from the chill of the rink but from the sheer tension of the moment. Up in the visitors' box, a group of recruiters from the Olympics, accompanied by the team's public relations manager, have their eyes trained intently on the game, focusing particularly on the standout players, Ruffilo and Sanchez. With each impressive play made, the recruiters can be seen pointing and discussing animatedly. 

As the final buzzer sounds, signaling the end of the game, the dejected players trudge off the ice, their shoulders hunched and their faces etched with frustration. The heavy footfalls echo through the empty halls, punctuated by the occasional angry muttering or the slamming of a door. Once inside the cramped, dimly lit locker room, the pent-up emotions finally erupt, with players hurling their sweat-soaked jerseys and slamming their fists against the metal lockers. The cacophony of crashing gear and furious shouts creates a chaotic symphony. It doesn’t take me long to put away the supplies and gather my keys and phone from my locker. Heading out quick.

As I aimlessly scrolled through my phone, the bright glow from the screen casting an eerie blue light across my face, I was completely oblivious to the looming presence approaching from the side. I’m tired and just want some late night dinner and trashy TV. Utterly absorbed in the mindless distraction of social media, I failed to notice the large, imposing figure drawing nearer until a sudden, vice-like grip seized my arm, yanking me forward with surprising force. Startled, I glanced up to find myself staring at a towering, sulking, Noah. His fingers, still damp and wrinkled from what was presumably a recent shower, dug painfully into the soft flesh of my bicep as he roughly dragged me along, his broad shoulders and thick neck tight with frustration. The pungent, earthy scent of his body wash, a musky, woodsy fragrance, assaulted my nostrils, his shoulders red frome the heart of his shower. 

We approach the storage closet, my head instinctively swivels around, scanning the empty hallway for any prying eyes that might catch. The coast is clear, and with a gentle nudge, he guides me through the doorway, clicking the door shut behind us. The small, enclosed space is dimly lit, barely holding all the storage let alone two human bodies.

“You’ve been ignoring me, little fox.” The dark, brooding intensity in his eyes is intense as he stalks towards me, his lithe, predatory movements leaving no doubt about his purpose. Droplets cling to the silky strands of his bangs, which sweep alluringly across his sharp cheekbones. I feel my back press against the sturdy wooden shelves behind me, the practice cones and sports gear rattling slightly from the contact.

Trapped, I try to stammer out a weak explanation, insisting that this is "nothing personal, just professional." But the tremor in my voice betrays the growing arousal I feel pooling between my thighs. As his hungry gaze rakes over my body.

 As he inhales sharply, a low, rumbling growl escapes his lips, further stoking the fire within me. “Turn around.”

My heart is hammering in my ears and I can barely register to move. “Wh-what?”

"Turn. Around." he commanded, his voice low and gruff. Slowly, I pushed off from the shelf, my eyes fixed on him as my body turned. He was impatient, taking my hips in his strong, calloused hands and spinning me the rest of the way around, pulling my backside firmly against his hips. I could feel his throbbing cock pressing against my ass, and a needy whine escaped my lips at the thought of him filling me up once more.

With one swift, powerful thrust, he pushed me into the shelf, I braced, pushing some of the gear aside as my body jolted forward. It still wasn't enough - I wanted more, craving the delicious, almost painful sensation of being stretched and dominated by this man. 

His breath hits the shell of my ear as his long fingers grasp my hair and pull my head back to meet his lips. “Say it,” he growls, “Say you want me to fuck you.” I whimper, it's all my brain can do, my ability to form words is short circuiting. “Speak words, little fox.” He says tugging my hair, causing just a quick nip of pain at my scalp.

“Please, Noah,” I beg, it's enough. Noah's free hand swiftly tugs down my pants and underwear, exposing me. Kicking my legs apart, he decisively slides his hand up the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, zeroing in on the throbbing center of my arousal. Without hesitation, he presses a long, skilled finger directly onto my sensitive clit, gently massaging the slick, swollen nub in firm, circular motions. The sensation is electric, and I can't help but gasp as he suddenly plunges that same finger deep inside me, filling me to the knuckle. I can feel the cool metal of his ring as it grazes my most sensitive walls, and he pulls back only to push forward again with more force. My body responds eagerly, clenching and fluttering around his intrusion as white-hot pleasure radiates through me. The combination of his confident touch, the fullness within me, and the intense stimulation on my most sensitive spots has me teetering on the edge of ecstasy, my breath coming in short, needy pants.

As his hand slowly withdraws, he carefully cups a portion of my glistening wetness between his fingertips, savoring the delicate texture and warmth. Releasing his grip on my hair, I turn my head just in time to witness him hastily shoving down his sweats, his throbbing cock springing back to meet the taut skin of his abdomen. With a deliberate motion, he coats the swollen tip and rigid shaft with my own arousal. My eyes roll back and I bite down hard on my lower lip, enthralled by the erotically charged sight. Bracing myself against his hip, I can feel him guiding his pulsing length to my entrance, sinking in the moment he finds the perfect spot. There is no hesitation, no gentle buildup - he simply begins driving his hips forward, the slapping of skin against skin echoing through the charged atmosphere as he grips me tightly by the hips.

Rising up on the balls of my feet in a desperate bid to feel him buried within me to the absolute hilt. The overwhelming, all-encompassing need to be ripped apart, to be used and claimed with utter abandon, pulses through my veins like molten desire. He answers my frantic, wanton movements with grunts and pants, his grip tightening around my waist until I can feel the sharp crests of my hips pinching under the sheer force of his grasp. 

I arch my back, grinding myself against him with wanton abandon, lost in the ecstasy of being utterly possessed. 

The intense sensations are almost overwhelming, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me as he continues his relentless pounding. I can barely catch my breath, whimpering and gasping in a desperate attempt to hold back the screams that threaten to escape. My fingers claw at nothing, grasping for something, anything, to anchor myself as my body is wracked with one earth-shattering orgasm after another. The backs of my thighs burn from holding myself up on my toes, but I refuse to give in, needing to feel every inch of him filling me, stretching me to my limits. 

His large hands grip my backside, kneading the flesh as he pulls me forward to meet each of his powerful thrusts. I can imagine the lewd sight of his glistening cock disappearing inside me, leaving me raw and thoroughly claimed. The only sounds that fill the air are his grunts, growls, and heavy panting as he takes what he needs, completely consumed. 

Deep within, I feel a stirring of something more profound - a dawning realization that he is claiming me, body and soul, in a way no other man ever could. With each punishing stroke, he is staking his indelible mark, making me his and his alone.

In what feels like an eternity but is mere moments, he lets out one last guttural groan, his hips surging forward in a final, forceful thrust. I can feel the tension in his body as it quivers and strains, every muscle going taut before finally releasing in a shuddering wave of relief. Collapsing over me, he pants heavily, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. We stay locked together, suspended, my legs trembling as I slowly lower them to the floor. The warmth of his release coats my insides, the sensation both foreign and familiar as it seeps into every sensitive crevice. Time seems to stand still in that hazy, blissful moment, the world narrowing down to just the two of us. Finally, reluctantly, we begin to part.

He helps bring my pants back up as I fix the hem of my shirt. His arms wrapping around my waist as he pulls me in head tucking over my shoulder. He doesn't say anything. Just lets out a shaky breath before kissing the side of my neck and turning around to leave.

As I reluctantly bid farewell to Noah, a profound sense of melancholy washes over me, shaking my entire being more intensely than the passionate encounter we had just shared. The tender goodbye lingers, its emotional weight far exceeding the physical intimacy we had experienced. Glancing down, I notice my phone and keys strewn haphazardly on the floor. I can't even recall the moment I dropped them. 

Steeling myself, I step out of the closet, turning to my left only to witness Noah vanish back towards the locker rooms. In that instant, I'm painfully aware that I'm not alone - Ruffilo and Karlsson stand in the hallway, their eyebrows raised in a silent expression of surprise and judgment as our eyes meet. My cheeks flush with a deep, burning crimson as I spin on my heel, heart pounding, and quickly make my way down the hall towards the parking lot, desperate to escape the prying eyes and the weight of the moment.

[winchesterszvonecek]

Prosecutorial Misconduct 18+

// Rafael Barba x Original Character \\

Summary: Rafael Barba never intended to fall for Melanie Dodds, but now that he had... He was slowly beginning to uncover that there may be far more to the rough and tumble Detective than meets the eye.

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Chapter 1: An Evening at Forlini’s

Chapter 2: A Regular Friday Morning

Chapter 3: Deputy Chief William Dodds

Chapter 4: Certified Scuba Diver, Melanie Dodds

Chapter 5: A Pretzel, A Pigeon and A Patrol Officer

Chapter 6: A Game of Subway Surfers

Chapter 7: A Long Awaited Reunion

Chapter 8: A Whirlwind of Emotions

Chapter 9: A Little Brotherly Advice

Chapter 10: Targeted Misfortune

Chapters: 9/? (ongoing - on a small hiatus)

Want to see my rambles about this story? #melrambles

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[lucytsukii]

Extroyd / Part 2

I will continue the story!

For those who want more context on the story, here is Part 1

By the way, I put the names of Jerry (Jeremy) and Mack to differentiate them in the shadows, to make it easier for you!

To start this part, you have to understand more about Tatsu.

Tatsu is the symbol of wishes/shooting star, he is one of the strongest entities in the universe, he is the one who turns "impossible" desires into "reality", being sought after by everyone.

As a child he willingly complied and helped everyone, avoiding very cruel desires.

The more time passed, the more he realized that many consequences happened due to people's selfish desires, and this weighed on his mind.

But his brothers were around him and calmed and protected him.

However, with the arrival of Luciel, everything changed. Tatsu was already much older at the time, and had more insight into the "issues".

He trusted his older brother Mack a lot, so he decided to remain neutral in the decision, when he learned that Mack was in favor of Luciel taking control of Extroyd's "protection".

Unfortunately, not everyone respected this opinion, his nephew Jerry went after him to convince him to help the rebellion, since with the wishes that Tatsu fulfills, everything would end in an instant.

Tatsu was apprehensive that such a request could generate conflict and even harm the universe, so he firmly denied it, stating his trust in Mack's judgment.

This angered Jerry, who started fighting with Tatsu, calling him crazy for allowing him to grant power to a dangerous stranger.

The argument ended up catching the attention of Leonard, Jerry's father, who was passing by.

Leo, who knew about Tatsu's concerns, joined the conversation, fighting with his own son for his naivety and misconduct, for wanting to use Tatsu's wishes recklessly and for the terrible idea of ​​making a “revolution”.

The discussion became very serious to the point that the two stopped talking to each other.

Months passed and suddenly Jerry took a “hit” against Luciel! His Uncle Mack interfered, fighting with Jerry, who wouldn't listen.

However, it was too late, Luciel became interested in Jerry's actions, and proposed a "game", a duel against him, whoever wanted could request it, and if they won, Luciel's children and wife would leave.

Jerry, proud and naive, accepted the conditions, so bets were placed.

However, Luciel makes one thing clear, if people lost the duel, he would kill everyone who was on their side, as a warning never to happen again.

Mack was at an impasse with the situation, the number of “children” who were in this revolution was not small, this would be a massacre…

I finally managed to post this! It's been sitting in my drafts for months, and I didn't know how to write it XD

It may take a while to post the rest, but I hope you are enjoying my story, please, if you find a writing error or anything like that, I apologize, English is not my native language, and I use the help of a translator to write.

Feel free to comment on, reblog and leave a like, to know that you're enjoying it at least a little!

I'll continue the story next time.

See you later.

Tag: @amy-2amelly

[notwritinganyflufftoday]

9 Lines, 9 People Tag Game

Thank you @k-v-briarwood for tagging me. These are some lines from yet another magical boy transformation sequence, because I can't get enough of writing them and I think I finally figured out how I wanna go about them.

Whatever invisible entity forced him to 'transform' last time nudges at his chin gently, almost as if apologising for its previous misconduct. Beau scoffs, "It doesn't matter how gentle you are, you're going to do it anyway, right?" Intense heat envelops him, like an internal furnace has been set ablaze inside his body. The flames burn through him, faster than last time, but the embers smoulder for longer. He trembles under the feather-light, hot touch. They're like swift brush-strokes —made by a steady, yet tender hand— there where his veins carry blood to different parts of his body. It's over before the fire could truly settle under Beau's skin, but the pace has left him panting for breath. His heart hammering in his chest. "You did not want to go slow," A deep voice explains in his ears, stern but not callous, "so you got your wish."

Tagging: @sarandipitywrites, @lordfenric-writes, @artbyeloquent, @wildswrites, @authoralexharvey, @memento-morri-writes, @teriwrites, @cwritesfiction, @maxinegillespie and open tag for anyone who wants to share their stuff~

[starscelly]

tagged by @stillfertile and @oetter mwah <3 <3

List 3 ships you like: 424 (and its branches), 2129, 1053

First ship ever: who up writing gaming youtuber rpf on wattpad in 2015. zeroyalchaos. anyone .

Last song you heard: once in a lifetime by the talking heads . a jrob playlist staple 2 me...

Favorite childhood book: probably the whole sisters grimm series!!!!

Currently reading: nothing rn tbh but hopefully starting "game misconduct: hockey's toxic culture and how to fix it" soon

Currently watching: fantasy high: junior year ! sooooo good

Currently consuming: just an arizona iced tea. a free blueberry muffin moments ago. dropped it though. will never recover.

Currently craving: that fucking blueberry muffin.

Low Pressure Tagging: @saltandpepperbox @icecoldversace @pupuhintz @veryconfusedunlabeledguy @simmyfrobby @stickypucky

no pressure if u don't like doing tag games and apologies if u have already done it/been tagged <3 <3

[mswhich]

First Lines Game

@whimsicalmeerkat tagged me in this. The idea is to post the first line from the last ten fics you posted and see if there’s a trend. Personally, I don't think there's a trend, but maybe that's me. I had a lot of fun looking at these, though.

Into the Infinite "Dave Bowman is calm."

Jade Gallery Redux "I mopped sweat from my brow with my linen handkerchief as I entered Jade Gallery."

Full Send "'So, Oscar, will you be celebrating your first win in style?'"

The Real Thing "Lando hated media day."

Call and Response "Jareth awoke from slumber to the sound of a voice--a young voice--clumsily invoking the Old Magic."

All These Maneuverings "The first moment Walter saw her, his Sabeth, red ponytail swinging above her shoulders, black jeans hugging the curve of her hips, he thought she was Hanna."

Whatever You Say, Sebastian "At spring testing, Sebastian almost didn't recognize Mick."

Workplace Misconduct "George. Do you have a moment?" [ok technically this is two sentences]

Crybaby "The thing is."

Storm Front Coming "It was inevitable that Zack would find the video."

[f0point5]

I think at this point everyone has collectively lost the plot. The things going on in the f1 tag are insane.

I’d like to ask the people who demand statements from drivers: what do we actually know? what kind of official information do we have?

There was an investigation because of a misconduct.

Do we know for sure of what nature this misconduct was? No.

Do we know if the leaked evidence is real? No.

The Red Bull statement about the situation left way too much room for speculation, causing new rumors and accusations to spread like a wildfire.

At this point journalists ask drivers (who are just as clueless as the rest of us) vague questions to write new baseless articles about the situation. Let’s be honest here, not even half of the talk is about that poor woman. It’s all about power dynamics, drama and how said drama might influence the paddock and driver line ups.

I’m 100% standing behind every person who’s brave enough to take a step forward and address wrongdoings of any kind. We should all take it seriously, no matter if we know what exactly happened or not.

But wanting drivers to issue a clear statement against sexual misconduct based on rumors is actually insane. Could they have handled the situations better? Absolutely. Should their pr teams make them sit down and learn better neutral answers? Without doubt.

But right now everybody should take a step back and a good look at the actual facts we have, and think twice about random quotes that can be out of context or linked as an answer to completely different questions/ topics. I do understand the anger and frustration, but the only one that we could actually call out for handling the situation poorly is Red Bull.

The plot is so gone it went missing during the Jacobite uprising and I ain’t seen it since.

Almost nothing has been confirmed publicly.

And the journalists are taking liberties with their questioning imo. They shouldn’t be allowed to ask anything not racing related to anyone except Max, and maybe checo. I feel bad for Max but he’s kind of fair game because he brought Jos into the picture.

But wtf is Kevin Magnussen, who’s probably seen Christian Horner from 20 three times in the last year, meant to say? Is he meant to confirm he’s read the rumours? Say he’s read the messages on a bootleg Google drive link? Give his personal interpretation of Christian’s selfies?

Can we all just be so real right now.

People call drivers out of touch but they grip on reality really is tenuous for some of these Twitter warriors

[aribaran]

jeff and will were kind enough to have me on the big gay fiction podcast to talk about game misconduct. if you'd like to hear more about my writing process, niche interests, and influences (as well as my inability to speak concisely, rip) check it out. 😊

[ao3feed-hockey]

Do I Wanna Know?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/uSowtTX

by rabbiteatswolf

Taking a game misconduct after losing it on your best friend? It wasn't intentional, but it still ate him alive. Punch your best friend during a hockey game? What a way to ruin your relationship. Or build it.

or

Matthew Tkachuk is an idiot and refuses to let anyone love him.

Words: 1323, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of A Coyote and a Panther

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Clayton Keller, Matthew Tkachuk, Jack Hughes (b. 2001), Florida Panthers NHL Team Ensemble, Arizona Coyotes NHL Team Ensemble, Alex Lyon

Relationships: Clayton Keller/Matthew Tkachuk

Additional Tags: Angst, Alcohol, but not a lot, and Clayton is oblivious, Hockey Fights, Light Angst, but mostly just soft hockey boys, Dumb Hockey Boys, Idiots in Love, but they dont know that yet, fell first fell harder trope, matthew is in denial, Or Is he?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/uSowtTX

[dutchwinter]

re: your tags on the domino miku post, i hope it's okay to answer through an ask, i don't like bringing up serious (and largely irrelevant to vocaloid) stuff on any of my vocaloid fact posts. nick robinson was one of the main people who helped find the app, he was exposed a while ago for sexual misconduct toward various young women (i think specifically those in the game dev industry). i don't want to provide any misleading info cuz admittedly i'm not that knowledgeable about what happened (i never followed him or any of his associates on social media) but you should be able to learn more just by searching the web. hope this helps

oh my god yeah asking is okay. i used to be a huge fan of this guy but ive stopped watching his videos in recent years and i didnt know abt any of this. thanks for letting me know! ill look more into it

[readyfreddy]

Thanks for the tag!

Here's the link!

Over the past few years of looking into hockey and sport culture as a whole, I've found a few more books that have been published more recently (2020-present). Game Misconduct: Hockey's Toxic Culture and How to Fix It

Loving Sports When They Don't Love You Back: Dilemmas of the Modern Fan

Skating on Thin Ice: Professional Hockey, Rape Culture, and Violence Against Women (I have not read this one yet, will be read once I'm done my current book)

These are books that are a great resource to inform and education yourself about hockey culture. As a general content and trigger warning for these books: sexual assault, rape, gender-based violence, homophobia, racism, domestic violence, drugs.

After reading Crossing the Line, I did need to 'decompress' for a few days after reading it due to some of the situational proximity of its contents. Please take care of yourself while reading and have resources available as needed.

The latest depressing read that everyone is talking about is here! Thank you, libraries!

[football-and-fanfics]

Red card - Darwin Nunez

Who: Darwin Nunez Prompt: "What is going on in that head of yours?" Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of anger, shame and guilt. A/N: this is set just after Darwin got sent off in Liverpool's game against Crystal Palace.

It wasn't often that Klopp had to watch one of his players get sent off, especially not for a violent misconduct like headbutting an opponent, and he was anything but pleased about it. Or better said: he was quite ready to skin Darwin alive. After the final whistle sounded, Klopp just took the time to thank the refereeing team, before stomping back to their dressing room. He even had the feeling that the rest of the team was purposely delaying going back there, because every single member on this team knew what was going to go down in the dressing room now. "You..." Klopp growled angrily, making straight for Darwin. The young striker looked up, wide-eyed. He immediately jumped to his feet and backed away from Klopp a little in fright. The coach looked absolutely livid, and Darwin feared he himself might get headbutted by the German as a retaliation. "What is going on in that head of yours?!" The anger dripped from each and every one of Klopp's words. The coach was getting way too close for comfort. "I..." Darwin stammered, suddenly feeling very small. His initial anger over the red card, had already made way for shame and guilt over his actions. "I lost control." "I am not accepting that!" Klopp now yelled into Darwin's face. "Fix what you need to fix to never let this happen again, because next time I won't be so forgiving!" Darwin quickly shook his head, his breath hitching slightly in fright. "It won't. I promise you it won't ever happen again." "It better not," Klopp spoke through clenched jaws. "Now get changed and go home, but we'll surely be discussing this further tomorrow." Before Darwin could say anything else, Klopp had already turned on his heels and stalked away again, leaving the Uruguayan alone in the dressing room once more. Darwin hung his head, and slowly sank down on the nearest bench. He rested his face in his slightly trembling hands. Klopp's outburst had thoroughly frightened him, and he would surely think twice in the future about setting another toe out of line. The shame and guilt of his actions today, made him want to disappear into a hole in the ground. Tears were very near the surface, but he was still somewhat able to hold them back. He savored the last few moments he still had alone, before the entire team would come stampeding back in. And that was not a moment he was looking forward to... "You'll be okay." Darwin startled as Pepijn Lijnders suddenly stood in front of him. He hadn't heard the assistant coach come in at all. Lijnders smiled down at him in a friendly and reassuring way. "Jurgen's outbursts can be... quite something." "I deserve it," Darwin mumbled brokenly, "I made a big mistake today." "I can't deny that," Lijnders agreed, "but you'll be fine. Jurgen is all about second chances, so he'll find a way to work this out with you." Darwin took a deep breath. In the distance he could already hear the first of his teammates coming down the tunnel and back into the dressing room. Lijnders shortly rested a hand on Darwin's shoulder. He could see the hint of fear in the young man's eyes. Not only Klopp and the team would have thing or two more to say about what happened today, but also the media would be having a field day with this. "You're in for a rough 24 hours," Lijnders said honestly, "but, please, don't let it discourage you. Your time will come to show everyone your worth." "Thank you," Darwin answered softly. He appreciated Lijnders' kind words to him, but he would indeed be in for a hard time. He knew he had done this all to himself, but he surely wasn't looking forward to the coming days.

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[chuuyrr]

ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — where love and poetry intertwine to create a tapestry of raw emotion and artistic expression. before you venture into this department of emotions, here are some rules to heed:

𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓 ‧₊˚ — strictly do not interact nor do not follow this poet if . . .

ꫂ ၴႅၴ you fit the basic dni/dfi criteria (e.g., racist, homophobic)

ꫂ ၴႅၴ you're just here to send hate or cause any negative discourse on my blog, or involve me in any discourse.

ꫂ ၴႅၴ if you're a minor or below 18 years old please do not interact with any of my nsfw works. i will not hesitate to block you if i find out you're a minor interacting with my nsfw fics :/ be responsible in the content that you consume. i understand it is out of my control, but the least you can do is to not interact with it !!

ꫂ ၴႅၴ i post and repost nsfw stuff with the tag "ಇ. midnights"

𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 ‧₊˚ — in terms of interactions with the poet . . .

ꫂ ၴႅၴ reblogs are highly preferred over likes for my works

ꫂ ၴႅၴ i often use kaomojis whenever i talk

ꫂ ၴႅၴ i tend to ramble a lot about my life outside of this blog when i'm not writing such as my life as a college student majoring bs biochemistry (sooooo fun.. not) lol

ꫂ ၴႅၴ please don't hesitate to interact with me !! i'm always open for a chat (i'm just real shy to talk first 😭)

ꫂ ၴႅၴ however, i follow/mutual back who i want so please know it's nothing personal, and i also take quite some time before i do because of my notifications everyday-

ꫂ ၴႅၴ my inbox is always open ! (it's nothing personal either if i don't get to them right away)

asks, thirsts, ideas, requests, feedbacks? 𓂃 yes !

personal questions, trauma dumping? 𓂃 no !

ꫂ ၴႅၴ private/direct message is only available to mutuals !

ꫂ ၴႅၴ feel free to tag me as well in uquizes, picrews, and games here in tumblr (i love doing those things)

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ‧₊˚ — in terms of interactions requests or suggestions for the department . . .

ꫂ ၴႅၴ requests are strictly considered as suggestions

ꫂ ၴႅၴ inconsistent writing schedule. i write and post whenever i can now.

ꫂ ၴႅၴ do not rush me for updates and posts. i am a college student, and basically a person who has a life outside this blog!

ꫂ ၴႅ�� do not take it personally if i don't do your request since i mostly write what i'm inspired by.

ꫂ ၴႅၴ bear in mind that i, too, am a human being just like you and does make mistakes. if i ever make you uncomfortable or have said or written something that is not acceptable, please you may call me out for it, just don't be rude. <3

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐘 ‧₊˚ — in the event of such misconduct, visitors may be subject to immediate blocking/banning if . . .

ꫂ ၴႅၴ you fit the basic dni criteria

ꫂ ၴႅၴ you most definitely made me uncomfortable with something you posted or have stated

ꫂ ၴႅၴ you are affiliated with someone i am uncomfortable with

ꫂ ၴႅၴ you have listed/set a rule for your blog that i am merely adhering, hence the block from me in respect to that

ꫂ ၴႅၴ you did not adhere to any of the rules i've listed here

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 ‧₊˚ — what does the poet write for the department . . .

ꫂ ၴႅၴ i write for afab! or fem! reader in mind, but i also write for a gn! reader.

ꫂ ၴႅၴ i also write for nsfw & suggestive (apart from fluff, angst, comfort)

kissing, making out, smut 𓂃 yes !

yandere 𓂃 yes (but to an extent only, the most being possessive/obsessive behavior) !

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘 ‧₊˚ — who and what does the poet write for in her department . . .

ꫂ ၴႅၴ bungo stray dogs: dazai, chuuya, fyodor

𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 ‧₊˚ — a list of things and concepts that the poet does not write for . . .

ꫂ ၴႅၴ m! reader

ꫂ ၴႅၴ i do not write the ff. content such as: incest, stepcest, cheating, self-harm, eating disorders, adult x minor, piss kink, scat, vomit, and etc.

that's about it ! thank you so much for taking the time to read. you may now proceed to my MASTERLIST ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

p.s. ! if any of my rules or parts of my blog bothers you, just softblock me to break the mutual. it's fine !!

[st-louis]

absolutely fuck anderson for that hit hope someone smashes his face and fuck that team

okay, first of all

1) it was a bad hit and i'm very upset with him for making it. he deserved the major and the game misconduct. i literally said this in my post, there’s no need to attack me for it.

2) "hope someone smashes his face"? let's hope for a one game suspension, this is pretty uncalled for on your part and also pretty gross

3) "fuck that team"? three of your team (presumably) jumped him after. that wasn't necessary either. no one else on my team deserves “fuck that team.” if you want to go into history, there's a lot of things i could talk about with your team. would you like to talk about brayden mcnabb punching nick suzuki in the face completely unprovoked? no? didn’t think so.

4) i don't go into the tags of other teams' fans and i don't send anonymous messages to other teams' fans and i would suggest you fuck off if that's what you choose to do with your spare time.

this is a gross and uncalled for message and you sound like an absolutely fucking miserable and shitty person. thanks for making me turn off anon again

[morg-among-the-stars]

Thanks for the tag, @turniptitaness! :D

Here’s my list:

This song is like crack, I don’t know why exactly.

Surprise, surprise, I’m a nerd! I usually hate rap, but this guy’s video game songs are an exception.

I heard this song like once, made an edit and fic for The Politician based around its Vibes and now I’m obsessed with it.

Workplace misconduct has never sounded so jazzy! Even if it’s all fabricated! Out of all the songs in the cast recording, this is my favorite one for some God-forsaken reason.

I am desperately trying to learn this song on my guitar and it’s not going too well, but I love it so much.

Three things about this list:

1) I like a lot of music, of all different types. I didn’t include a lot of the 70’s rock I like because then the list would be a lot longer. I love Heart the most, Nancy and Anne Wilson are why my family likes guitar in the first place.

2) There was also a lot of miscellaneous “Brain Tingling Songs” that I couldn’t fit into a short list. Songs such as, the theme song from Ponyo and, “Calisthenics” from the 1976 score of Carrie.

3) I don’t know a third fact I could put. But I love these music games!

Tagging: @clytemenestras @leek-lark @badgermcghee @dearestconnormurphy @frabetti @thisismetryingistfg @gwynsplainer @lordxgrinnyxboy

🎶✨ When you get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. Then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favourite followers ✨🎶

I was tagged by @ineffablebookgirl which makes me happy, because omg I'm one of your favorite followers??? ☺️

Also, I love that it specifies "songs u actually listen to," because we all know we try to name songs that will make us seem cool otherwise 🤣

Okee, here's my list (update: I got tagged again, here's part two):

Almost every single day at least once since the album was released. No, I am not exaggerating.

Whenever I want to feel something.

Whenever I want to feel something Part 2.

Seattle Girl™ ✌️

Whenever I need to remind myself that I am, in fact, still just a basic bitch. (And because I swear to God she wrote this about my sweet Heartstopper boys. ☺️)

Okay. Three things about this list:

I listen to so much music. I could have included twenty more songs without even reaching. Yes, this is an open invitation for more people to tag me in music-related ask games.

Because of this fact, I had to limit myself. For example, I could have made the entire list only Ben Platt songs. That might have been more honest, now that I'm thinking about it. My Spotify Wrapped last year called me a nerd in about six different languages.

I also didn't allow myself any musical theater songs. Because honestly don't we all listen to entire cast albums start to finish? We don't really listen to just one song from any show, right? Right?

Now it's time to tag people!

@mentallydatingahotcelebrity @dank-meme-legend @coffeelovinggayidiot @broken-lycan @badgermcghee @arsonyte @wine-and-whines @firstmatesheeran @the-haven-of-fiction @i-wanna-be-in-england

As usual, these are no-pressure tags, but it did say to tag your favorite people, and that's all of you, so.