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i hate the post limit. as well as a lot of features on this horrendous website.

[saint-patrice]

Can you do the picture thing with pasta?

i can indeed my friend! 😎 i love our czech noodle boy with all my heart, so let’s get this show on the road:

see here for other posts like this one! i am also taking requests for ‘em :)

i’m putting this photo first because i found it to be personally and deeply transformative. i have always adored pastrnak, but was on the fence for a while as to whether i also found him physically attractive. this picture give me an aggressive shove off of said fence, and i then proceeded to land in a pile of my own feelings for this man. not that he even needs it in the first place, but that shirt is doing miraculous things

��� walk, walk fashion baby, work it move that bitch crazy🎶 despite his teammates’ best efforts to take the piss out of him for it, pasta really is our resident fashion icon, and i love that. this suit is stunning, and i’m usually iffy about suits w sneakers, but it actually looks rather lovely on this occasion. i now feel inspired to go find a pair of renaissance-looking floral trousers of my very own

joyous!! a beautiful ray of sunshine!!!! we are so lucky to have him, i really really love the energy and ~vibe~ he seems to bring to the team. my sample size of one (me) perhaps makes my findings unreliable, but i do believe that it is scientfically impossible to not smile when looking at pasta smiling

i go completely apeshit every time i see pastrnak’s tattoo - it’s absolutely gorgeous. if i remember correctly (please holler at me if i’m wrong), a lot of it is in memory of his father too, which is really nice. pasta is an amazing player in his own right, but when you hear about his childhood and what he had to work through, i think it makes you appreciate what he’s managed to achieve - especially at such a young age - all that much more. we’re proud of you pasta!!

noodle man says gay rights. fuck yeah!

is there a shortage of snacks in the nhl?? why does everyone feel the need to munch on their equipment??? i’m so confused. whatever the case, this is hella cute, and makes me smile like an utter fool 

oh no, there he goes :(

sometimes i’m having a bad day and then i remember this picture exists and you know what? smiles is better. pasta would make a good life coach. it will not solve your problems, but sometimes just putting on a smile can make them seem a bit easier. anon i’m so sorry, you probably just wanted a lighthearted photo post but here we are, getting very philosophical. blame pasta. tl;dr, smiles is better and david pastrnak is amazing

what locker room shenanigans are these boys getting up to? and do i even want to know? this post was a blessing from the bruins instagram tbh. also uhhh boy’s got some fuckin legs jesus h christ 👀 watch where you’re putting those things

oh my god!!!! who let him look this good holy shit. i think navy might be pasta’s colour, and i can totally get on board with the navy/coral combo too. absolute style king, through and through

this is, i think, my absolute favourite pasta lewk. it’s fairly simple, but i love the colour scheme (see my above point), and the matching waistcoat + jacket really make it. i am also smitten with those shoes for some reason. plus i think the headband is literally just so good???? like hell yes, i am very much here for all of pasta’s hair accessorising 

something in me feels like pasta frequently gets in mild trouble with the bruins pr team because he is just slightly chaotic. case and point: mr pastrnak just distributing gatorade thingys to the audience at the all star skills event lmaoooo i love him

the grey shirt is back - be still my beating heart. oh lord. he looks so fucking good. i cannot stop looking at this

okay so pasta literally scores the dirtiest, sexiest goals i’ve ever seen. do yourself a favour and look up some compilations on youtube. thank me later, because every single one of them is fucking delightful, with the occasional one honestly getting me a bit hot and bothered 

i wouldn’t put it past him to just walk into td garden on a tuesday in april with this getup 

this is a strong candidate for my favourite social media interaction ever. “hey spaghetti man” is such a strong opener and i think it gave me whiplash, but nothing can be as iconic as “it calls style in europe”. sometimes that’s my response when my friend gives me a look for wearing an outlandish shirt or loud pants - they have no idea what i’m actually referencing, and also we live in europe, so they usually just try to ignore it. this is also a good photo in general, pasta looks v cute. i can only assume those jorts (let’s call them as they are, folks) were intact when he bought them but his legs, as we can see, are so powerful that they broke free 🤷🏻‍♀️

i mean this is like,, very sexy of him to look like that and that’s all i think i can safely say about this gif, at least on this new pg website tumblr has tried to create…

i reblogged this with the tag #oh…….worm? and i stand by that. like, sir?? hello??? do you have any idea what you’re doing to me???? i just cannot catch a break from this man’s sheer beauty 

(gif via @gaudreau) oh my god i actually love him - he really is our little ray of sunshine 💖 i don’t even know what tf he’s doing but he’s so cute so it does not matter. this also reminds me of that one clip of him doing the macarena in front of a green screen while wearing his skates for some media thing

this is like the only goddamn gif i could find of it but pasta passing the empty net goal to bergy during his 1000th game is one of the sweetest things i’ve ever seen anyone do on the ice???? it was just a little gesture but i think it’s a testament to the team dynamic, as well at the type of person pasta is (ie lovely). sometimes i tear up thinking about this game if truth be told (yes i’m a baby leave me alone)

i know i said i liked the blue suit the Most but this is a close second,, that is such a crisp fit he looks so mf good mmmmmmmm . also what a lovable buffoon 

handsome man alert !!!! this is not a very good picture to demonstrate the fact, but pasta has really nice eyes like i’m legitimately jealous >:(

(gif via @formulaice7) a better man would have been able to pick just one of these to include, but better men are off doing something far more productive than this, so you are stuck with me, who is chronically indecisive. but i saw these gifs and my only reaction was “oh fuck” and i do believe that is appropriate. maybe it’s just my weird opinion, but one thing sexier than shirtless? almost shirtless. (but i mean there’s plenty of fully shirtless pasta out there if u want it) the hand hanging on that hook is also kinda getting to me. he is just very beautiful

sometimes i wonder why the majority of the nhl has no personality and then i remember - david pastrnak is literally hoarding it all…!

lads, it’s official: this is the only photo i need to look at for the rest of my life. if this is not the energy you are bringing, i don’t want to fw you

and here ends my very first david pastrnak lovepost - thank you for the request anon, i hope you enjoy!!! :) i love pasta with all my little heart so i really loved doing this one and in all honesty could probably be talked into doing another one pretty easily if anyone is interested, bc there’s a lot of photos and gifs i didn’t use (i don’t want to make these like 50 photos long yknow). as mentioned at the top of the post, feel free to send me any requests you may have!!

[headful-of-worms]

Don't ya hate it when

You’re reading some really good agnsty fanfics and your mind started to wander and thinks about useless shit. Like the value of existence or how your wasting time and everything. So you decide to play that sound that’s been stuck in your head for awhile even though you’ve had to have played it at 50 times these week. And play that song leads to play more songs. But you really want to finish that fic so you do. And you go to look for more fics, but right you’re looking for something extremely specific in a tiny fandom so of course you can’t find another good one.

So then of course you’re hella bored but have a hundred thing you could do and a thousand more you should do. And of course you do the logical answer which is to screw all the actual good options and go on Tumblr to type out your feelings because you don’t know what you’re feeling but you hate. And you know you’re being over dramatic and running from your problems (which compared to other people’s are pathetic). You know there’s so easy option to fix anything but you honestly just don’t feel like doing it. Or do you? You know all you want is instant gratification because you have no patience or work ethic.

So here you are on Tumblr craving validation and human contact yet at the same time you know as soon as you get you’ll hate it. Because as much as you appreciate it you don’t know how to respond because you’re awful with words (yet you claim to want to be an author when you grow up) and you just don’t know what you’re doing. And human interaction takes up so much energy. It’s like getting drunk (which you have never have done yet btw) it’s amazing and you’re happy at the time if you’re with the right people. But as soon as it stops the hangover slowly creeps over you and you second guess everything you said.

You always feel so fake because you have so many conflicting thoughts. You try to see all the down and benefits of everything so hate and love everything all at once. So you’re never sure on what you really feel. Or do you? You feel like some where on the inside you’re just choosing certain aspects of your personality and interesting just to affect how people think of you. But you never know what people actually think of you so it scares you. Or does it?

See you don’t hate yourself, quite often you think you aren’t half bad. Just sometimes you start thinking to much. Or all these thoughts fake? Is your inner self trying to manipulate you? Or are you just being over dramatic? Quite often your happy and content. And a similar distraction can pull you out of the darkest of thoughts. You don’t know who you truly are. Or do you? Why are you always so contradictory?

You just have so many bad habits. And you don’t really care. Or do you? You want things to get better. Or do you? You like having this little bit of drama don’t ya? It make you stop feeling guilty above your privileged life that would of been perfect if you didn’t fuck it up. If only you were actually hard working. You never experience any real drama since you isolate yourself for such a long time. Being part of so many different groups but never fully belonging. Only ever dipping your toes in.

You feel so awful about the hard ships around you so you try to support it through Tumblr and other social media. But you never really do anything. Is it because your scared to show the people who know you irl what you? Or do you even think that at all? You probably do but it’s only because you feel guilty? You feel guilty about everything. But not all the time. You’re a classic sjw but some times you wonder if you’re going to far. You’re so privileged so you really don’t understand other’s struggles.

You can be quite narcissistic or is vain the better word? You don’t necessarily think your better then everyone else you just put yourself on a moral high ground. Sometimes. You think you look pretty. Sometimes. You’re proud of your work. Sometimes. You always think for at least a second that hey you totally might of won and of course you deserve it. And then you realize of you didn’t you’re not that special other people are a hell of a lot better then you could ever be but hey there’s a chance.

When you started cutting in last year you thought you we’re depressed. And you wear kinda of really happy about that. Hurray you finally have an excuse for being lazy and fucked up. You finally fit inside a box. And although you always wanted to weird and different you still wanted to belong in one place. And then you realize how disgusting your thinking was. You realize you were over exaggerate it. You remember all those stories and fanfiction romanizing being depressed and feeling lost and alone. You realized so so so many people have it so much worse then you. And how absolutely awful you are. You never cut deep at all the scars are so faint you could just stop and no one might ever know. But the problem is there just a few you can see and there in places hard to hide. It’s hella stressful but you kinda like the scars.

When ever make a tiny mistake you thought about cutting and you’re kind of glad. But at least when you’re doing it you’re not sure if you really like it or if you’re just doing it so you can finally fit inside that box. You can finally have your own teen age agnst. You stop thinking you’re depressed because you obviously aren’t you don’t cut much at all after that. But you still do on the rare occasions. And even tho you haven’t cut since for 5 months and 17 days currently, you think about it a lot. And some oh so small part of you likes it.

Currently, at this moment you aren’t sure if all what you just typed is true. You don’t remember any specific thoughts from that time. You’re afraid you’re currently dramatizing it just to hopefully edge a bit of pity out of the curious, idiot reader. If by someone miracle they’re still reading you don’t understand why. You think they might see how disgusting you are and you don’t want that. But you don’t want their pity either. Or do you? Why else would you be writing this?

If the time you thought you were depressed last year started around midterms last year (mid January) it probably ended something in the spring. You’re not sure anymore. You do know there was at least a few days last year where you really where in a dark head space. When for more than a moment you seriously thought about death. You probably were being oh so melodramatic. You we’re only so idiot 8th grader who really wasn’t under a lot of stress when you start to look back. You probably we’re probably trying to be super edgy. But you where also trying to keep it a secret because it’ll just make it more edgy.

You could probably go on and on about all the other time you fucked up in the past year. How you continued to look for more problems for your self, more excuses. How in that time you discover you’re bi or at least queer. But you started to being to think it was fake. Just you trying to belong somewhere to be different yet fit in to one of those boxes. You truly decided to identify as bi. And you’re out to your whole Girl Scouts troop and 3 of you’re best friends. You also told a boy who you dated for at least 8 months you where gay because you didn’t want to hurt him and you wanted to be friends because he almost exactly like you, and it isn’t technically a lie. Gay is an umbrella term right? And is dating really the right word? You may have liked him for a month or so but it was only because you had so much in common and he really talked to you and it was so wonderful yet weird because you yourself have to usually be the one reaching out and you kind we’re isolating yourself besides talking to some or school friends every now and then. Because the people you consider your best friends were hanging out with other people and you’re not very good in a group usually. You just get a bit jealous but when you get jealous you get sad.

But anyways, that’s not the point. He asked you to the 8th grade semi formal in may and of course you said yes. And you never specifically told anyone but a bunch of people already knew. And they we’re some of your best friends and a lot of people who were just fun to hang out with and you wanted to get to know better. They kinda were a group, not exactly because it was a bit large, it more like a lot of smaller groups hanging out or like a bunch of floater who know how to make a group fun, how to feel like you belong. Maybe groups are to bad you think. But no you’re kind of wrong. Who you talk to? Should you only stick with the one friend you know best and cling to them? Or is that weird? Should you try to get to know other people better and kinda ignore your friend? But your friend isn’t exclusively talking to you anyway? How much attention should you try to direct? When do you join in? How? When are you being annoying? To summarize: you never feel like you fit in.

The dance was awesome but you kinda floated around. Not really hanging out with your boyfriend???? But kinda hanging out with that group. But also with your group of awkward introverted friends. And as much as you love em you are also so so so awkward and introverted so it’s not the best combo.

Skip to summer. You and your boyfriend??? text a lot in the summer and into the school year. But its never very serious and it’s always ends up just becoming just memes. And at the time (summer) it’s perfect. He’s the one reaching out to you which is so wonderfully unusually. But you kinda wish you had some serious conversations because you guys never really discussed what you were and you do kind of miss talking about more then just memes. So you both assume you’re officially dating and you see each other exactly once during the summer. Looking back on that time now you think of it fondly. It doesn’t matter you broke up you guys are still friends. And honestly thought out the summer that all you guys kind were. And you will forever be grateful for that time because it was exactly what you needed and you and him had a blast. At least you think he did.

And oh my god you thought you were going to talk about your problematic past self any longer. This was only supposed to be a few sentences. Opening up even though writing is addictive. Not even on the second paragraph you realize writing in this perspective is weird as fuck. But it’s so different and you kind of like it. And it was to late to stop. You already know you’ve changed you’re mood and tone have changed way to much throughout this. But you don’t really care this is helping you let it all out.

And to the poor reader who is still reading this why? But thank you. You guess that’s what you should say. You want to apologize for all of the mistakes in spelling and grammar you have made. And problem tense wise as well. But you know you won’t go back and fix it because that means reading this shit again. And you’re afraid you might delete it. You know you’ll end up reading it again eventually. You also want to apologize for the length and that unfortunately you’re teenage angst bull shit rant is going to continue. You probably should of written this in some diary.

Now back to that summer but on a new topic. You play volleyball. You’re a setter and have been for a few years but it’s only because you’re not stellar at anything else. You aren’t very athletic but you almost never give up on a play. But the problem is that for the travel season. The problem is you don’t know how to act around your school team in 8th grade. You have two friends who also play on your club team and know you act more wild and goofy once you’re out side of that school environment with that big group of acquaintance.

But those friends are better at socializing and aren’t awkward at all. They’re really good friends with the other 10 players. You on the other hand are not. It’s not that you don’t want to be. They’re all really nice. You just don’t know how to fit in with that big group. So summer begins and the high school coaches start having open gyms twice a week. You weren’t able to go in the beginning so when you finally start going it’s been a while since you’ve seen people from school.

The people trying out for jv include: the 5 incoming sophomore who were on the team last year. Four of them fit together really well. The fifth is a bit quite but she isn’t awkward so she still fits in. Out of the 13 who were on the 8th grade team you and 9 others try out. 2 other beginners try out as well. You hang out mostly with those 2 beginners. Not because the others are exclusive just you aren’t great with big groups. The other freshmen and sophomores end of getting along wonderfully and fit together.

Try outs come around and guess what? You those other 9 freshmen and the sophomores make the team. It’s a totally of 15 girls which is quite large for a volleyball team. Especially when considering 12 is the most usually in a high school team but a lot of team tend to have 10 players for travel teams. Only 6 players and a the libero are needed to play. And even though this will become quite a problem for eventually (considering there are 3 other setters and 1-2 are on the court at a time) you are more worried about the fact that while every one was becoming so close during the summer you are kind of behind now. It’s to late you think you’ll never fully belong. And although currently, you and that sophomore became friends and you are still very close with your travel friends, you still don’t think you fully belong.

The season officially starts and so does the school year. And because volleyball is a fall sport you get placed in the volleyball homeroom. Which isn’t bad or good. The problem is there’s too many players. In practice it wasn’t too bad. You guys usually played 6 on 6 meaning 3 players were out at a given time. And because you were the worst setter out of the four you got the least amount of practice. You kind are pissed because it makes it even harder for you to get better. But it’s worse for games you almost never play. And it’s only when it isn’t a challenging team. You don’t blame the coach for that. You know the others were and are better but still you wanted to play.

Oh my god you realize you have been typing and ranting and pacing for over two hours by now. And you realize it’s time to stop. You would like to apologize to the curious readers if there are still any at this point. You usually only get 1 or 2 on a personal post anyway. You aren’t really sure you want to post this melodramatic crap but you are going to do it any way. You want to continue but you know you shouldn’t. You say a quick goodbye and thank you. And then start to add some tags so you can both find this in the future ( hence the why am I like this) but also to warn people who might want or not want to see this. You’re glade you wrote this. Or are you?