#go teeks

[whatever-dude]

TK GOAL!!!!! 2X!!!!!

[amylauren13]

Belly Rubs are the Best Cure for Overthinking (and other life tips from Pat)

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Based on the gifset found here. Pat is angry, TK wants to fix it.

[elitehoe]

Whoever took over training TK for these announcements you're doing amazing sweetie!!

[dogwittaablog]

in a perfect world where the flyers still have nolan and tk and the flyers are just so good that both of them go to the allstar game together and are team captains picking players together in the sense that

(Sorry if I slightly go off topic because I'm glad you even just mentioned the topic of All-Star games).

I just think how we were robbed by the doom narrative to have a TK, Nico and Nolpats all star reunion and full on 3 way flirting live on television.

(I wonder if he’s even watching it. I honestly think Nolpats would be the type to want to want to go with Mcdavid for Will Arnett, because he'd be the type to not give af about any of the other celebs even JB lmao).

[flyers-deactivated]

absolutely wtf is happening in this game ???

[grittystitties]

TEEKS!!! whole new meaning to short king I tell you WHAT

[dumbasssportsboys]

if claude doesn’t go to the all star game what is the point

[loremonster]

Thinking about VoW

[whatever-dude]

TK GOAL!!!!!!!! BEE ASSIST!!!

[hatchetmanofficial]

Gnome, I'm going to be honest with you. After you canonized Hunter MDHM it lost ALL FUN. The cool part of the game was that you could create your own oc and also the representation of not just being F!MC x Yandere generic. I'm seriously thinking about leaving the fandom, I just had a tantrum about it, maybe it's drama on my part but I don't care. That was a huge plot hole, Hunter is cool, but canonizing her crossed the line

(maybe it's not true, I'm praying it's not and you probably won't even read this)

ok. You can leave the fandom if you want.

But the name Hunter has been the default name of the MC SINCE THE BEGINNING OF THE GAME BEFORE TEEKS'S HUNTER OC JOINED lmao

Hunter wasn't even a name chosen by ME it was chosen by my programmer and I decided to keep it.

[kitausu]

Fantasy Novels/Series I Think Are CRIMINALLY Underhyped

Just as the title says, this is simply a list of fantasy novels and series that I think deserve all the hype and yet I basically never see people talking them up. These are not in any kind of order because they're all amazing. If you read any of these please hmu because I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Since the city of Bezim was shaken half into the sea by a magical earthquake, the Inquisitors have policed alchemy with brutal efficiency. Nothing too powerful, too complicated, too much like real magic is allowed–and the careful science that’s left is kept too expensive for any but the rich and indolent to tinker with. Siyon Velo, a glorified errand boy scraping together lesson money from a little inter-planar fetch and carry, doesn’t qualify. But when Siyon accidentally commits a public act of impossible magic, he’s catapulted into the limelight. Except the limelight is a bad place to be when the planes themselves start lurching out of alignment, threatening to send the rest of the city into the sea. Now Siyon, a dockside brat who clawed his way up and proved himself on rooftops with saber in hand, might be Bezim’s only hope. Because if they don’t fix the cascading failures of magic in their plane, the Powers and their armies in the other three will do it for them.

A god will return When the earth and sky converge Under the black sun In the holy city of Tova, the winter solstice is usually a time for celebration and renewal, but this year it coincides with a solar eclipse, a rare celestial event proscribed by the Sun Priest as an unbalancing of the world. Meanwhile, a ship launches from a distant city bound for Tova and set to arrive on the solstice. The captain of the ship, Xiala, is a disgraced Teek whose song can calm the waters around her as easily as it can warp a man’s mind. Her ship carries one passenger. Described as harmless, the passenger, Serapio, is a young man, blind, scarred, and cloaked in destiny. As Xiala well knows, when a man is described as harmless, he usually ends up being a villain.

The Omehi people have been fighting an unwinnable fight for almost two hundred years. Their society has been built around war and only war. The lucky ones are born gifted. One in every two thousand women has the power to call down dragons. One in every hundred men is able to magically transform himself into a bigger, stronger, faster killing machine. Everyone else is fodder, destined to fight and die in the endless war. Young, gift-less Tau knows all this, but he has a plan of escape. He's going to get himself injured, get out early, and settle down to marriage, children, and land. Only, he doesn't get the chance. Those closest to him are brutally murdered, and his grief swiftly turns to anger. Fixated on revenge, Tau dedicates himself to an unthinkable path. He'll become the greatest swordsman to ever live, a man willing to die a hundred thousand times for the chance to kill the three who betrayed him.

Twenty-seven years ago, a Duke with a grudge led a ruthless coup against the empire of Semilla, killing thousands. He failed. The Duke was executed, a terrifyingly powerful sorcerer was imprisoned, and an unwilling princess disappeared.  The empire moved on.  Now, when Quill, an apprentice scribe, arrives in the capital city, he believes he's on a simple errand for another pompous noble: fetch ancient artifacts from the magical Imperial Archives. He's always found his apprenticeship to a lawman to be dull work. But these aren't just any artifacts — these are the instruments of revolution, the banners under which the Duke lead his coup.  Just as the artifacts are unearthed, the city is shaken by a brutal murder that seems to have been caused by a weapon not seen since the days of rebellion. With Quill being the main witness to the murder, and no one in power believing his story, he must join the Archivists — a young mage, a seasoned archivist, and a disillusioned detective — to solve the truth of the attack. And what they uncover will be the key to saving the empire – or destroying it again. 

[elitehoe]

EXCUSE ME. PARDON ME. JUICE ROBINSON SIGNED WHAT?? HE SIGNED WHERE?? TK WHEN YOU GET HOME IM LIGHTING THIS BITCH UP.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Hi! I just read the Daddy's Home Posts on the TL - Sylus

(ALL your posts are so cute and good, let it be known *kissy face*)

You've mentioned that Sylus's daughter might have inherited his evol and it injected a funny scene in my mind.

Baby girl can also teleport/disappear like the 'hide and seek trick' of Sylus but she can't control it very well yet cause she's still young. Luke and Kieran losing their shit everytime she disappears.

(Anon for now. I'm shy or just think of it like the twins under the mask)

OMG I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS IDEA BABYSITTER LUKE & KIERAN???? I LOVE IT 😍😍😍😍

I also just pictured Sylus going “Are you playing Hide and Seek?” And babygirl is like “Hide an teek?” and Sylus is like “Yea hide an teek” OMG IM SQUEALING 😍🥹♥️

Also you can stay a Nonnie if you want just pick an emoji and I’ll know who I’m talking to ☺️

[adorethedistance]

TKE House - Frat!Trevor Zegras x Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, PDA, drinking

Words: 2095

Summary: Trevor refuses to leave you alone until you attend a party at his frat, and the night takes an unexpected turn.

A/n: I wrote this months ago and never typed it up until now but I’m excited to see what y’all think of this. I’m debating doing a prt two or just doing a bunch of random parts in the same universe. I’m leaning towards option two so we’ll see how it goes ig.

“You know, you’re allowed to have fun once in a while?”

“You know you’re allowed to leave me alone?” I retort voice laced with venom and eyes full of irritation. Trevor just smiles brighter than before and keeps towering over me in arrogance.

I will never be outgoing again. On the first day of class, I decided there would be no more anti-social Y/n. As a result. I decided I would give my number to someone to ensure I had a study buddy and a friend in each of my classes. And it worked, for the most part, I’m three for four. The problem is one of them was not who I thought he would be. I was under the impression that Trevor was studious. Why else would he have sat next to me in the second row of the lecture hall? I was not under the impression that he would be a spoiled little trust fund fuckboy from TKE whose only objective, apparently, is to bother me every opportunity he got. His current campaign is to get me to go to the TKE party tonight at his frat. Why exactly I don’t know.

“The theme is whiteout so come dressed in all white.”

“Isn’t every frat party a ‘white’ out party?” I ask, facetiously.

“Ha. Ha. Just come, please?”

“Why do you want me there so bad?”

“I’ll make it worth your while.”

“That wasn’t an answer.”

“Please? Y/n?” I let out a deep sigh and then glance up to meet his inquisitive eyes.

“I guess I could stop by for a drink.”

“YES,” Trevor howls, clenching his hands in celebration.

“I don’t even own anything white.”

“You don’t have to! I do.” He’s… gloating. He then breaks the eye contact we’d been holding for too long. Before I can process what’s happening, he slips off the white TKE hoodie he was wearing and hands it to me.

“What?”

“Take it.”

“What?”

“Take the jacket.”

“No.”

“You said you didn’t own anything white.”

“I’m not wearing that,” I defensively cross my arms over my chest, wanting to cover up and hide from Trevor’s field of vision entirely.

“Well, you have three options. You can find time in your ‘busy’ day drive to Target, change into something else I have when you get to the party, OR you can take the hoodie from me now,” Trevor quirks a brow and bites back a smile. He’s got me cornered and he knows it. Annoyed, I take the hoodie and turn it right side out, and oh my god of course his name is on the back. I let out a snort of displeasure at the fact that I’ll basically be branded at this party.

“I’m wearing it inside out,” I deadpan. He laughs and shakes his head, his loose, golden curls fluttering in the sunlight. I can feel my expression soften at the sight in front of me.

“Y/n?”

“Huh? What?”

“I asked if you wanted any specific drinks tonight?”

I hesitate a moment. I usually drink mixed drinks but that’s a bad idea and also way too pretentious for a frat party. Besides, I don’t need Trevor handling my drink. What do frat houses usually have anyway? Beer and white claws? No thank you.

“Uhh. I don’t know- something flavored? And without bubbles.”

“Flavored and without bubbles…” he repeats, thinking hard. “Flavored and without- Okay, got it.” His enthusiasm makes me jump as if he’s just popped a balloon in my face. “Teek house at eight. I’ll see you there!”

“Mhm,” I barely affirm.

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Approaching the TKE house has my gut screaming at me to go home and don’t look back, but the logical part of me points out that Trevor would undoubtedly badger me for it for the rest of my life. Whatever. I only have to stay an hour and then I can go back home and lose his number.

In the entryway, there are two guys hassling a third guy because he isn’t wearing a red wristband. The taller of the two asks a pair of girls who they know in TKE and she replies cooly, “Trevor.” and they let her in. I cautiously go to enter but the boys stop me first.

“Who do you know in Teek?”

“Trevor…” I don’t know if it was my tone of voice or the fact that I was within earshot of the other girl, but the two of them look at each other and then skeptically back at me.

“What’s his last name?”

“What? I don’t know.”

“Yeah, sorry but you don’t have a wristband.” I’m at a loss for what to do. Right as I’m about to give up hope, Trevor appears in the doorway. He looks out onto the lawn that’s littered with drunk girls and their frustrated boyfriends, scanning the scene and looking directly over my head. I never thought I’d be relieved to see him.

“Sonny, can you-”

“Trevor!” I yell and he looks around confused, trying to locate the source before his eyes meet mine. His face lights up when he sees me.

“Hey!” I sigh and smile. A small smile, but a smile. “She’s with me, dude.” Sonny nods and gestures me inside before blocking the doorway again to keep out uninvited couples.

“You, m’lady, are fashionably late. It is nine already!”

“Did you just say ‘m’lady’?”

“So what if I did?” Trevor’s question goes unanswered as I take in the scenery. Sorority girls and frat brothers of little variety are packed into the space as 24K Magic by Bruno Mars blasts through the two five-foot speakers posted in the corners of the room.

“Ayo, Z!” Someone shouts over the music at which Trevor turns to the voice before his face lights up again. Trevor dabs up his friend before loudly discussing how they ‘haven’t partied together in a while’ and how ‘“Z” needs to visit “K Sig” sometime’. I stand awkwardly behind Trevor as he chats, oblivious to what’s happening until he says my name.

“This is Y/n. Y/n, this is Jack.” I smile politely, debating if I should shake his hand but quickly discard the idea.

“She the one you were telling me about the other day?” Jack asks as if I’m not standing right here. Trevor nods and Jack smiles mischievously.

“I’ll come find you later but right now I gotta get this little lady a drink.”

“Alright. Nice meeting you, Y/n!”

“You too!” I shout though I don’t actually mean it.

“Who was that?”

“Jack and I are friends from high school. He pledged K Sig though so now we just see each other a few times a week,” Trevor explains over the music as he leads me to a boarded-off area. The board looks like it’s a thin slat of wood chips spray painted with the TKE lettering. The surface is littered with sharpie graffiti of mostly poorly drawn penises or hearts with initials inside of them. On the center edge, there’s a combination lock hanging on a poorly-assembled latch hinge. The crack between the board and the threshold reveals a kitchen that would most definitely not pass a health inspection.

“Z!” A raven-haired boy cheers as we enter the space. He’s fixed between the legs of a lanky brunette who is seated on the countertop. She smiles excitedly when she sees me and pushes the dark-haired boy out of her way to come over and greet me. Trevor slips around me making his way over to the fridge.

“Thank god, someone who does not use a 3-in-1 shampoo! I’m Val but everyone just calls me Venus.” She offers me her hand to shake and I accept.

“You didn’t shake my hand when we met!” Trevor playfully complains as he approaches me again.

“Cry about it,” she bites back with no hesitation, “Ignore them.”

“I’m Y/n.”

“Y/n, cute. Is this your first time partying at Teek?” I nod heavily, exhaling a sigh,

“That obvious?”

“A little, but no big deal.” Trevor holds up a bottle that reads ‘Smirnoff ice pink lemonade and I can’t help but smile.

“Flavored and without bubbles,” he recites before handing it over. I nod gratefully and proceed to embarrass myself in front of everyone as I can’t uncap the bottle. “You need some help there?” I give it one last go before dropping my arm defeatedly and handing him back the bottle. He uncaps it with impressive ease and I reply with a quiet,

“Thank you.” As I begin to sip the drink, Val, who had just watched the entire interaction, speaks.

“So, how long have you been dating?” I nearly choke on the sip I’d just taken. Val’s eyes widen and she looks at me with concern. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I just- we’re just friends- classmates.”

“Oh.” Val’s brow furrows. She looks as if my presence suddenly doesn’t make sense. And maybe she’s right. Maybe it doesn’t make sense why I’m here. “My bad, I had just assumed that you- because he…”

“Y/n’s an art major,” Trevor interjects to get me out from under the spotlight a little.

“Oh cool! I’m in film studies and Jamie- that’s Jamie by the way,” she gestures to the dark-haired boy who was standing between her knees earlier. “Jamie is environmental studies. And I assume you’re aware Trevor is in business administration.”

“Painfully aware,” I mutter.

“Hey!” Everyone, including Trevor, laughs.

“You’re basically the business major stereotype to a T. The only thing you’re missing is the trust fun.” I eye Trevor as I continue to deviously sip my drink. He freezes for a moment. Busted. Val laughs and I groan.

“At least my parents aren’t faculty!” He jeers at Val.

“Oh, you wanna go after me, huh?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“You really wanna play this game?”

“Yeah!” At the height of their bickering, Val turns to me and points at Trevor.

“Can I expose this motherfucker?”

“Expose time!” Jamie drunkenly shouts, mimicking the airhorn sound at Trevor.

“This dude is the BIGGEST simp on the planet.”

“Oh really? That’s it? I had faith in you, Venus.”

“Oh, I’m not done,” she turns to me, “did he tell you he went to three different stores to find those?” She gestures to the drink in my hand.

“The other stores didn’t have them. So what?” He plays it cool. Val gives him a look that shows she’s not backing down.

“When he got back from class today he was so giggly and excited that you took his sweatshirt.”

“No, I was not!”

“Yes, you were!”

“I wasn’t!”

“Jamie?” Jamie pauses for a second, debating which stance to take.

“...He was blushing.” The room erupts in chaos.

“HAH!” Val yells.

“Fuck you, Jimmy. You’re a little snake.”

“I’m sorry, dude but you were.” Val and Trevor continue to playfully bicker but I begin to zone out. Trevor had been excited to do those things for me? Don’t fall for it. I refuse to be another notch on his belt. For all I know, he does this with every girl he brings back here. God, I feel weird just thinking about it.

“Y/n?”

“Huh?”

“Has he taken you onto the balcony yet?” I shake my head no, confused as to what the balcony refers to.

“What is she talking about?” I ask Trevor, quietly.

“Trevor, why don’t you take your lovely guest up to the balcony so she can see the view?”

“The view of campus?”

“Not exactly. You’ll see.” Trevor offers me his hand and I hesitantly accepted. He leads me out of an exterior-facing kitchen door that has the decorative window covered by a “no entrance” paper sign. Without dropping my hand, he leads me around the corner to a wood lattice that looks ready to collapse.

“No fucking way,” I exclaim looking at the fixture in anxiety.

“Come on, you’ll be fine.”

“Trevor I- what am I supposed to do with my drink?” I ask, thinking I had found a good point that would delay the possibility of climbing.

“I’ll help you.” Before I can protest, he grabs the drink from my hand and monkeys his way up the structure. At the top, he swings over a railing and lands with a smile. Showing off, he then squats down to look at me through the broken bars of the railing, taking a cocky swig of my drink as the finishing touch.

“You’re crazy.”

“Come on, I’ve got you.”

“...Okay,” I begin cautiously climbing the lattice. “If I fall, I’m using your trust fund for my copay.” He laughs delightfully and I’m relaxed enough to laugh at my own joke. When I reach the top, Trevor extends his hand to help guide me over the railing. I grab his forearm as he moves to hoist me over the banister. I falter a bit once standing and Trevor reaches a hand around my back to steady me. The feeling of his hands on my back lights my nerves on fire and my breathing slows. “Thanks.” I squirm out of his touch, feeling uncomfortable from my own enjoyment. I miss the warmth of his hand on my back the instant I do.

“Is this where you take all your hoes when you invite them to parties?”

“You think I have hoes?”

“Well, don’t you?” I ask, thinking back to the two girls using his name for entrance to the party.

“Next question.” I snort an arrogant laugh before looking away from Trevor. The view of the neighborhood is actually really pretty up here. I walk to the perimeter to rest my hips against the balcony railing.

“Thanks for going to three different stores for me,” I speak up to try and ease the nervous tension I feel.

“How’d I do?” Trevor asks, moving closer to join me against the railing. He’s leaned against it, strong arms crossed comfortably over his chest, facing away from the view but turning his head to look at me.

“Very flavored and very bubble-less.”

‘Yeah, Ices are always a safe choice.”

“Maybe before you contaminated it.”

“What?!”

“You put your mouth on it and now every time I want a drink I have to remember that.”

“That’s okay. I’d rather put my mouth somewhere else.” He mumbles the last part. Surprised at his candor I tear my gaze away from the pretty view and meet his stare. His blue eyes are sparkling in the moonlight and I feel myself subconsciously gravitate towards him just to get a better look. Trevor searches my face for any uncertainty and when he doesn’t find it, he dips his head toward me and kisses me gently, but only for a moment. When he pulls away, his eyes flick open to search my face once more, and rather than saying whatever was on my mind, I kiss him hard and fast, tangling my hands in his wind-swept hair. He grabs my hips to pull me closer, our bodies molding into one right where we stand. Trevor deepens the kiss and I drop my hands from his hair to drape my arms over his shoulders.

“WOOOO YEAH!” Trevor and I instantly break the kiss to see Jamie and Val peering around the corner of the house. Jamie’s too drunk to listen to Val’s shushing him. I don’t drop my arms from Trevor’s shoulders and instead, pull him closer so I can hide my face in his chest.

“Come on, dude!” Trevor yells back frustratedly.

“Sorry, we were just curious if y’all were actually gonna do it!” Val calls up to us.

“You got your answer, didn’t you?” Trevor replies before turning his attention back to me, “Where were we?”

***

[hauntedppgpaints]

no seriously can we talk about whatever the fuck ivan and teeks have going on because. hello.

CAN WE PLEASE??? BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE IM GOING INSANE HERE.

The bare hands the whole time. The delicate, gentle touch. Ivan’s big fucking mitts patting TK’s back and cupping his helmet. Them holding eye contact so intimately, like everything else fell away. HELLO CAN ANYONE HEAR ME

[donotstealoc]

Blorbo Spotlight: Commander Pepa

Today in the spotlight we have a character from Ellie @hawkepockets (he/him.) Ellie has been playing GW2 since Season 1 and draws cartoons. Go check out his blog!

(art by @hawkepockets)

Who do we have the pleasure of speaking with today? 

The Commander. Pepa.

What's your background? Where do you come from?

Rata Sum, same as anyone! Statics was home for a while. Then the Priory - 17 years as an Explorer! But you know what we asura say, time's an underground river. Fast, cold, hard to see ahead, and always liable to plunge you into a long lightless, airless tube with smooth rock on every side. I guess it's been rushing me along from place to place for a long time now!

What are some important relationships in your life? (romantic, platonic, familial, etc)

Oh, I'm lucky enough to have a few. Taimi, my protege - don't let her hear me call her that. My partners, Teek and Tarakk. Gorrik is... hm. I guess that's up to Taimi. Don't let her hear me say that, either. And of course, the whole guild is really dear to me. My family is still out there in Rata Sum, too! ... I should comm them, shouldn't I?

Have you done anything you'd like to brag about?

If you're asking the Commander? Nothing you haven't heard before. If you're asking ME? Well, I try to stay humble about it but Taimi let me write a foreword to her treatise draft! Or, she let me put forward a draft for her consideration. I think she asked some other asura too. Ones who've been more recently involved in academia. I bet Zojja wrote one. I bet she liked Zojja's... Drat.

What's your profession? What does a typical day look like for you?

I'm a spectre, obviously. Haven't you read... Oh, you. You mean like a job, don't you. Well, I'm. You know. I'm the Commander.

What are some hobbies you enjoy?

It's been a long time since I raided Stone Summit tombs and lost ratas for the Priory, but I still love collecting artifacts. Things that tell you about the habits and priorities of long dead communities. It sounds sad, but some of the toys, tools, and adornments I've found make me smile whenever I handle them. So many millions of people came before us. And now that the Cycle is ended, I know there will be so many after. I also like that human game, tennis.

(Note from the creator: Teek is @pyroengi's OC, and Tarakk was co-created with @antariies!)

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