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eightfourone · 1 month ago
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added 50 billion hockey cards to my christmas list. I will be so easy to shop for
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estapa-edwards · 7 months ago
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can you do a Jack Hughes x reader on their engagement day. Like Jack is awarded with something within the New Jersey devils and takes pictures with family and ends up giving reader a signed game worn jersey asking her for a hand in marriage and reader says yes, he also gets down on one knee and gives reader an big diamond ring. Thanks❤️❤️❤️❤️
ENGAGEMENT - J.HUGHES
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paring: Jack Hughes x reader
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warnings: use of y/n.
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The night was electric at the Prudential Center, home of the New Jersey Devils. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation as fans poured in, eager for a night of celebration and hockey. It wasn’t just any game night; it was a night dedicated to honoring Jack Hughes, the Devils' rising star. Jack had been awarded the prestigious title of the team's Most Valuable Player, a testament to his incredible season and growing influence in the NHL. But for Jack, this night held an even more significant meaning.
Y/N stood among the crowd, her heart swelling with pride as she watched Jack take the ice. The spotlight followed him, illuminating his journey from a promising rookie to a celebrated player. She knew how hard he had worked, the countless hours of practice, the physical and mental challenges, and the unwavering determination that had brought him to this moment.
As the ceremony commenced, the arena's giant screens played highlights of Jack's best plays. The crowd erupted in cheers with every goal and assist, their admiration for Jack palpable. Y/N couldn’t help but feel a surge of happiness. She had been by Jack's side through it all, his biggest supporter and confidante.
Jack's family was also present, their faces beaming with pride. His parents, Ellen and Jim Hughes, stood alongside his brothers, Quinn and Luke, all sharing in the joy of Jack's achievement. The Hughes family had always been close-knit, their bond unbreakable. Y/N felt a warm connection with them, having been welcomed into their family with open arms.
As the ceremony reached its peak, the Devils' captain handed Jack a trophy, recognizing him as the MVP. The crowd's applause was deafening. Jack, usually composed, had a hint of emotion in his eyes as he held the trophy aloft. He took the microphone, his voice steady but filled with gratitude.
"Thank you all for this incredible honor," Jack began. "I couldn't have done this without the support of my teammates, coaches, and, of course, my amazing family. You all have been my rock."
His gaze shifted towards Y/N, his eyes locking with hers. "And to Y/N," he continued, his voice softening, "you've been my biggest supporter, my partner through thick and thin. I couldn’t have asked for a better person to share this journey with."
Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. The crowd cheered once more, but all she could focus on was Jack, his words resonating deeply within her.
After the ceremony, Jack was whisked away for photos with his family and team. Y/N watched from the sidelines, her heart brimming with love and admiration. She saw Jack's interactions with his family, the genuine smiles and laughter they shared. It was evident how much this moment meant to all of them.
Jack caught Y/N's eye and waved her over. "Come on, Y/N, join us!" he called, his smile wide and inviting. She made her way over, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The photographer positioned them, and they took several photos, capturing the joy and pride of the night.
As the photoshoot wrapped up, Jack turned to Y/N, his expression serious yet tender. "There's one more thing I need to do," he said, reaching into his bag. He pulled out a game-worn jersey, his number emblazoned on the back. The jersey was a symbol of his journey, the sweat and effort he had poured into every game.
"Y/N," Jack began, holding the jersey out to her, "this is for you. It's more than just a piece of clothing; it's a part of my journey, a journey that I want you to continue being a part of."
Y/N took the jersey, her hands trembling slightly. She looked up at Jack, her eyes glistening with emotion. "Jack, I—"
But before she could finish, Jack took a deep breath and got down on one knee. The arena seemed to hold its breath, the crowd falling silent as they realized what was happening. Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. He opened it to reveal a stunning diamond ring, its brilliance catching the light and sparkling like a thousand stars.
"Y/N," Jack said, his voice filled with emotion, "you’ve been with me through every high and low. You’ve supported me, believed in me, and loved me unconditionally. I can't imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?"
Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she looked at Jack, her heart overflowing with love. "Yes," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Yes, Jack, I will marry you."
The crowd erupted into applause, their cheers echoing through the arena. Jack slipped the ring onto Y/N's finger and stood, pulling her into a tight embrace. They shared a kiss, the world around them fading away as they celebrated their love and commitment.
The Devils' mascot, NJ Devil, danced around them, adding a touch of humor to the heartfelt moment. Jack's teammates and family surrounded them, their congratulations and well-wishes blending with the cheers of the fans. It was a moment of pure joy, a perfect culmination of Jack's achievements on the ice and his love off it.
As the night continued, the celebration grew. The Devils won their game, adding to the night's happiness. Y/N and Jack found themselves at the center of attention, their engagement the talk of the evening. They took more photos, with Y/N proudly wearing Jack's game-worn jersey, a symbol of their shared journey.
Jack's parents embraced Y/N, welcoming her officially into their family. "We're so happy for you both," Ellen said, tears of joy in her eyes. "You’ve always been like a daughter to us, and now it's official."
Quinn and Luke teased their brother, but their happiness was evident. "About time, Jack," Quinn joked, clapping him on the back. "You’re a lucky guy, Y/N's amazing."
As the night wore on, Y/N and Jack stole a few moments alone, away from the crowd. They stood on the ice, the arena now quiet and empty. The silence was peaceful, a stark contrast to the earlier excitement.
"I can't believe this," Y/N said softly, looking at the ring on her finger. "It's like a dream."
Jack took her hands in his, his gaze tender. "It's our dream, Y/N. We've been through so much together, and this is just the beginning. I promise to always be there for you, to love and support you just like you’ve done for me."
Y/N smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her. "I love you, Jack. I'm so proud of you, and I'm so excited for our future."
They shared another kiss, the cold ice beneath their feet a reminder of where their journey had started. It was on the ice that Jack had found his passion, and it was on the ice that he had found his love.
As they walked off the ice hand in hand, Y/N glanced back at the empty arena. It held so many memories, and now it held one of the most precious moments of her life. She knew there would be challenges ahead, but with Jack by her side, she felt ready to face anything.
Their engagement day was more than just a celebration of Jack's achievements; it was a celebration of their love and commitment to each other. It was a night they would remember forever, a night that marked the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.
As they stepped out into the cool night air, Y/N looked up at the stars. They seemed to shine brighter, reflecting the happiness in her heart. She squeezed Jack's hand, feeling the promise of their future together.
"Here's to us," Jack said, his voice filled with hope and excitement.
"Here's to us," Y/N echoed, her heart full of love.
And with that, they walked into their future, ready to face whatever came their way, together.
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irisintheafterglow · 1 year ago
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some bonus hcs about dating volleyball captain!gojo while i finish up the next few parts of end game. hope you enjoyy !!
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his lockscreen is of you sitting on his bed wearing one of his jerseys with no pants on
he'd just made you laugh really hard and it's a candid of you smiling
your lockscreen is of him standing in front of a tree that had "penis <3" carved into it with his thumb up
you'd literally teared up laughing when he begged you to take a photo of him with it
his homescreen is of you trying to wrangle megumi and yuuji to take a proper photo without getting distracted (the photo, therefore, being them getting distracted)
your homescreen is a mirror picture taken after you'd run around in the rain and were both soaking wet
he's holding you from behind and burying his face in your neck while you take the photo
if he wasn't protective of you before, he is the definition of protective now that you were officially together
other players that dare to hit on you before a match are humiliated by the honored one beating them at barely half of his full power
he'd blow you a kiss and then serve straight into the net because he's stupid <3
he likes to leave little notes in your pocket with the most OBSCENE things written in them and you have no idea how they got there
"your ass looks incredible today"
"call me mater because i want you"
"kachow i want you NOW"
he goes absolutely FERAL when you wear his clothes, especially his volleyball gear
doesn't matter if it's a jersey or his track jacket or a worn out tee-shirt from training camp
"you look better in that than i do, baby"
"though i do admit you'd look better in nothing at all"
you could wear his SOCKS and he'd get all giddy
if you're wearing it and it's not yours to begin with, he's a smug motherfucker
would unironically get you two those lego piece necklaces that create a heart in the colors of the school (i was thinking black and purple)
he always has to be touching you
doesn't matter the place or the time or the scenario
whether you like it or not, a part of this man's body will always be on yours
leaning against your shoulder, linking a single pinky with yours, touching your thigh with his under the table
it grounds him and reminds him that he's not alone
he love love loves it when you fiddle with his hands
you're laying down together with his arms around your shoulders looking up at the ceiling you'll trace the lines of his palms with your fingers and play with his hands and he literally melts
he's incredibly adamant to mention to eVERYONE that he has a partner including but not limited to: cheerleaders, fangirls, classmates, girls' team players, and other boys' team players (man can pull idk what to tell you)
at all times just
"i have a partner."
"sorry, i'm taken."
"i'm not single."
"i don't want you."
he'd never dream of giving up a love like yours because you see him just as satoru
not the powerhouse captain set to lead your school into its second volleyball golden age
just your best friend first then boyfriend satoru
whose bloodstream probably contains sugary green apple soda that you taste whenever he kisses you
"i taste that shitty fruity energy drink on your tongue again"
"so you admit you like my tongue"
"i just called it shitty, satoru"
"i'll start drinking a different flavor then, and you tell me which one you like"
he still doesn't convince you to call him captain
yet ;)
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youcouldmakealife · 2 years ago
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SOTM: David/Jake; bilateral move
For the prompt: Jake pov marriage and kids discussion - I know he loves David but how does he feel seeing as he would want these things and his partner doesn’t AND
Companion piece to this.
Jake likes kids. A lot. Has liked them since he was a kid himself, always happy to look out for the littler ones, maybe because he was the baby in his own family, Allie and Nat bouncing between treating him like he was a doll and telling him he was too young to join whatever they were doing, quit bugging them.
He likes kids, and he's always wanted them, has for as long as he can remember. Wanted the same kind of family he had, the only thing missing from their happy family in the suburbs picture a dog, because dad was allergic to them.
Some things have changed — he figured he’d have a wife at the beginning, and then he didn’t know, and then it was David. Not ‘a wife’ or ‘a husband’, but David, because David's been it for him since he clapped eyes on him, pretty much. Maybe not that quick, but close.
After that, any daydreams about what the future looked like always included David, and that meant no suburban picket fence with three kids and a dog, meant no proposing at center ice, no matter how sick that would be. And definitely, definitely no romantic gold medal or Stanley Cup or anything. The daydreams stopped sometime around the point where David even looking him in the eye was asking for too much, started to again when they got back together, but at that point they were mostly daydreaming about what they’d do during the offseason, closer, more realistic.
Around twenty-seven or so he quit thinking about the picket fence for good, not because he grew out of it, but because he knew that the things he was thinking about, they weren’t things David wanted. And not just things David didn’t want: increasingly he was realizing that his idle fantasies were David’s worst nightmares.
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The thing is, Jake retired wearing the exact same jersey he got drafted in, redesign aside. And he’s proud of that. He was never going to win a Cup with the Panthers, not when his career was winding down and the Panthers were going into their second and a half rebuild, the furthest he'd ever gotten with them the second round.
Talking with management before signing yet another one year contract, they said nobody would blame him if he wanted go somewhere else, roll the dice a time or two. But Florida had been home since he was a teenager, Jake had worn that jersey season after season, been proud to wear it, proud of the guys who did — even when they sucked, they were working their asses off, every single night, they were trying.
Jake wanted to retire in that jersey, and not the way Joe did, signing a one day contract to do it, though fuck knows he didn't hold it against him, was just happy to be a part of the ceremony when Joe did retire, because he missed the hell out of him when he was hunting for a Cup his final few seasons, just happy to see him in red and blue again. Proud, but a little envious when Joe's gamble paid off in his final year.
But then, Jake wouldn't take back staying a Panther for anything, not even a Cup. He doesn't regret a single thing. Joe won gambling on a game Jake wasn't willing to play — it'd be like being jealous of someone else winning the lottery when you never ever bought a ticket.
Not that David's a prize. And not that he’s something Jake’s staying loyal to because it’s been so long that it just makes sense to. Jake says he wouldn't have given up being a Panther for anything, but that's not true. If he'd had a shot to play with David, a real chance to play on a line with him, see just how good they are together, not in a camp or an All-Star game or tooling around on a rink in suburban Detroit, he thinks he might have. In fact, he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t have let them get the entire question out before he said okay.
And that doesn't make sticking with the Panthers any less meaningful. He did stick with them, after all. But there’s hockey, and there’s David, and he knows which is more important, and fuck knows both together would have been a no brainer decision,
It didn’t work out that way, unfortunately. Not that Jake has regrets, because he doesn’t, doesn’t see the point in having them, but that’s one of the things he knows has passed him by. By the time he hits forty, he knows the marriage and kids thing is too. Thinks he knew that a long time before that — at twenty-seven, changing the daydreams, at twenty-five, welcoming David back with two open arms then holding on tight, stunned with how lucky he was. Maybe even at nineteen, kissing David back, feeling like all his dreams just came true, not knowing that they were going to change along the way.
David sitting him down, letting him know that kids aren’t a thing he wants, that isn’t news for him — he doesn’t think David’s right about himself, thinks David would be a good parent, that he’d work hard at it like he’s worked hard at everything he cares about, and he’d care so fucking much. But Jake’s well aware that this isn’t the kind of subject where reasoning beats out emotions, and, whether or not David would make a good father doesn’t actually matter, because he doesn’t want to be one.
The worst thing is that the only reason this comes up is Jake thought he was being helpful. David hates talking about it, visibly freezes up when the topic comes up, so Jake always says something noncommittal and changes the subject as quickly as possible. 
He thought that was the kindest thing he could do, but maybe it isn’t, maybe it just made David suffer for longer. Jake hadn’t known he was suffering at all, but the way David’s talking, somewhere between hesitant and frantic, talking like this is something he expects Jake to hold against him, something he expects Jake to leave him for — 
“David,” Jake says. David looks up, meeting his eye for less than a second before he ducks his head, like he’s ashamed. Or — no. Like he’s scared. Like he’s terrified. He looks down at his hands, and when Jake looks at them too, that’s when he finally notices they’re shaking.
“I’ve been gone for you since we were eighteen years old,” Jake says softly. “What did you think was going to happen here?”
“I don’t know,” David says, very quietly, and it’s that, the smallness, that breaks Jake’s heart.
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hockeylovee12 · 10 months ago
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Anyone But Him
Chapter One
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July 1st, 2021
The summer sun slowly starts to sink casting a golden glow over the cloudless sky, as Luke's sleek white SUV glides along the I-90, following the signs for Massachusetts. His tires hum against the pavement, creating a steady rhythm within the backdrop of passing cars and typical highway sounds. 
Inside the car, the thumping beat of some random ass country song fills the air, and Luke absentmindedly taps his lengthy fingers along the smooth, cool surface of the leather steering wheel in front of him. 
For a moment, Luke's eyes temporarily leave the road ahead, as he glances towards the seat next to him, where Sadie dons a cropped lilac tank top, jean shorts, and a pair of worn-out Hightop Converse, quietly gazing out the window, while a book, a classic piece entitled Mrs. Dalloway rests on her lap.
Over ten hours have passed since they began the long drive from their hometown in Michigan to the small lake town in New Hampshire where Luke's family lake house awaits their arrival. 
Luke's eyes return to the road, and a small smile forms across his lips as he uses the button on his steering wheel to lower the volume of the music, "Excited for freshman year?" Luke asks his voice laced with excitement as he brings up the topic of college-a subject that has been occupying both their minds since they tossed their caps in the air at their high school graduation less than a month ago.
Sadie hesitates, the silence somewhat deafening against the fading music, and shifts in her seat causing the fabric of her tank top to cling to her skin. 
"Definitely" She replies, the word squeezing past the tight feeling in her throat as she forces a smile to cross her lips. 
"Michigan is gonna be so fucking awesome! I can't wait till we start!" Luke energetically adds, his previously small smile broadening into a wide grin
For him the idea of attending the University of Michigan with his best friend is more than just a hope or a silly dream, it's their reality, it's their plan. 
At least it's supposed to be.
"Have you picked your classes yet?" Luke continues, riding the wave of his anticipation.
She bites the inside of her cheek before mumbling "Sort of,"
Her hesitant response holds significant weight to an unforgettable event, eleven days prior, when the possibility of a different future presented itself-one that's not painted in blue and maize, but rather in the scarlet embraces of Rutgers University, a school attended and cherished by her late mother. 
The vivid image of ripping open her acceptance letter surfaces in her mind. 
She applied several months ago after being accepted to the University of Michigan, and with the exception of her dad-seeing as how she didn't wanna have to pay the $75 application fee out of her own pockets-she didn't tell anyone, because even with a 4.3 GPA and a long list of extracurriculars, the reality of actually getting accepted to Rutgers, was always a long shot, and there was no reason to get anyones hopes up or in Luke's case crush them, for something that probably wouldn't happen. 
Except it did happen. 
Rutgers accepted her and now she's faced with making a decision between going to Michigan with Luke or following in her mother's footsteps and attending Rutgers. 
She prepared herself to share the news with Luke the same day she received her acceptance but that same evening another, far more momentous event was taking place: The NHL Entry Draft.
This wasn't just any draft, this was Luke's draft. This was the day that would determine his future, determine if everything he had worked for, everything his family had worked for, his coaches, his teammates, every game, every loss, every win, if all of it was enough to make it to the NHL. 
So when his name was called as the fourth overall pick, to the New Jersey Devils-a team the Hughes family is very familiar with as one of Luke's older brothers, Jack was their coveted 1st overall pick, two years prior-the sheer look of happiness on Luke's face caused a surge of restitance to rush through Sadie's bones. 
And at that moment she thought 'How the hell could she possibly interrupt what is probably one of the most important moments in her best friends life, with news that would absolutely crush him?"
She couldn't, no she wouldn't. So instead she stayed quiet. 
Over the next few days, she probably rehearsed the conversation in her mind over a hundred times, promising herself she would tell Luke before, they left for their annual summer trip, but she didn't and she could lie and say she couldn't find the time, but the truth is what she couldn't find was the courage. 
Now they're two hours away from the lake house, where they'll spend the next eight days with Luke's family and a few of his brother's friends and Luke thinks she's going to Michigan with him, when the reality is she has no fucking clue where she's going yet. 
Sadie glances over at Luke, who has since returned the music to its blaring and probably ear-damaging volume and is tapping his fingers to the beat of a Morgan Wallen song. 
Sadie's mind trickles back to the beginning of their friendship nearly six years ago. 
It all started the same year Luke’s family moved to Canton, Sadie’s hometown. Luke was really nervous about starting at a new school, in a new environment -having previously lived in Toronto-and even more so because this would be his first time attending a school without his older brothers, who were both attending the local high school. 
On the first day of seventh grade, Sadie and Luke found themselves seated next to one another in homeroom. 
They didn’t talk much, or really at all over the first few weeks, both being rather shy, but all that changed when they were invited to a house party by a mutual friend. 
Sadie remembers having to beg and plead with her dad to receive permission to go, but eventually he agreed. 
It wasn’t the typical house party, like you see in the movies, there were no drugs or alcohol-thankfully considering this was a party for twelve year olds. 
However it was a makeout party, something neither of them had ever experienced before. 
People were playing spin the bottle, the PG-13 version of truth or dare, and the infamous seven minutes in heaven. 
Somehow a close friend of Sadie’s at the time, Reagan Arnold, managed to convince Sadie to participate in a round of seven minutes in heaven. 
Reagan told Sadie to wait in the closet while she chose the guy, swearing up and down she would choose a good guy. 
Sadie was surprised, when Luke, the new kid, opened the door and walked in. 
It was really awkward at first, obviously considering two people who had barely spoken ten words to each other, were now locked in a small, dark coat closet, expected to kiss. 
Funny thing was neither of them had kissed someone before. 
They managed to find a light in the closet, and that’s when Sadie spoke “So do you like movies?” was the first thing she said. The question sorta caught Luke by surprise, but either way he replied “Ya I love movies, I like the Marvel ones the best!” 
“Me too I always watch them with my dad” Sadie had said. They spent the next few minutes talking to one another and they quickly realized they have a lot in common, then towards the end of the seven minutes, they attempted their first kiss, which resulted in their foreheads bumping rather than their lips. They started laughing uncontrollably, and from that day forward, they’ve been practically inseparable. 
Over the past six years, they’ve shared pretty much everything together, memories, secrets, fears, the whole nine yards. 
They’re best friends, that’s what they do.
Best friends talk to each other, they share things, they trust one another, at least they're supposed to. 
A small sigh escapes from Sadie's lips as her eyes drift towards the window, absently watching as an array of cars come flying by. 
It shouldn’t but the thought of telling Luke she might not go to Michigan feels terrifying because how the hell do you tell your best friend of six years ‘Hey I know you’re all excited thinking we’re going to college together, but actually I think I’m going somewhere else. But I’ll see you over break!’
She can’t do that. 
But at the same time, her mom died when she was only nine. Rutgers was a huge part of her life, and if she passes on the opportunity to attend the school that brought her mom so much, joy and happiness, it would basically be abandoning her mother's memory, or surrendering the chance to continue her legacy-it would be giving up on her mom. 
She absentmindedly lets out another sigh, her thoughts returning to the present as a soft touch lands on her exposed shoulder.
Her striking hazel eyes—a mirror of her late mother's—shift towards Luke.
shift towards Luke.
“You alright?” Luke asks, his voice slicing through her brain, like a scolding knife through a block of ice. 
Sadie shakes her head once, a literal attempt to remove the thoughts from her mind, “Ya sorry what’d you say?” She replies 
Luke chuckles before repeating “I asked if you’re excited to watch me play at Yost?!” 
Sadie pauses “Oh ya, definitely…super excited” her voice trying to mimic just enough enthusiasm to make it sound believable. 
Luke glances towards her, the previously lingering excitement in his eyes fading to display a mix of affection and concern, “Are you sure you’re alright? You seem really distracted” he asks 
‘Tell him’ Sadie’s mind practically shouts to her ‘Just get it over with!’
In a moment, Sadie takes a deep breath, forcefully pushing her thoughts aside before responding “Ya I’m just a little tired, you know long car rides” 
Luke nods in agreement, his smile returning “Why don’t you take a nap, we still got like an hour or so before we make it to the house” Luke suggests
“Ya good idea” Sadie replies, as she leans back in the comfortable seat and rests her head on the transparent window before allowing her eyes to close shut. 
***
Sadie's eyes begin fluttering open to the sound of tires rolling on gravel. 
Her eyes lock on the familiar silhouette of the lake house, illuminated, by porch lights. The sight of the lake house, with its weathered cedar shingles and windows mirroring the lake's calm waters, brings an immediate wave of relief to Sadie. 
Luke turns his head towards her, his face painted with a soft smile, before latching on to the key, stuck in its slot, and flicking his wrist, allowing the previously roaring engine to hum into a peaceful silence, "Ready?" he asks. Sadie smiles, and nods, unbuckling her seatbelt.
They exit the car, their shoes crunching on the gravel, as the nostalgic scent of pine and lake water fills their noses bringing the memories of past trips to the forefront of their minds. 
The two exchange a smile, as they step towards the front of the car, when the large wooden door, leading into the house, swings open revealing Luke’s parents Ellen and Jim.
Ellen, with her gentle blonde waves reflecting the warmth around her, approaches Sadie, “Hi Sweetie” Ellen greets, her voice filled with genuineness as she wraps her arms around Sadie in a comforting embrace, “How was the drive up?” 
“It was good” Sadie replies, nestling closer into the hug, finding solace in the normality of it. 
A small smirk, dances across Sadie’s lips as their arms untangle themselves from one another, and Sadie, glances towards Luke, who’s standing, to the left of her, embracing his father in a hug. “Luke somehow managed to get us here in one piece” She teases, eliciting a laugh, from both Ellen and Jim. 
“Careful, there I wouldn’t insult the driver” Luke remarks, with a smirk, as he turns to embrace his mom in a hug, “Remember I’m your ride home” Luke adds
Sadie lets out a playful giggle, knowing deep down, Luke would never leave without her.
"Jacky and Q here yet?" Luke asks his parents
"Not yet they should be arriving any minute" Ellen answers, her blue eyes shifting around the scene as if she's trying to activate her x-ray vision and find their car through all the trees. 
Luke nods and turns to his car, walking towards the trunk, planning to remove his and Sadie's luggage when a loud honking sound startles him. 
“FUCK!” he curses 
Jim raises his eyebrows in disapproval towards his youngest boy, who proceeds to send an apologetic look in response, before rotating his body, to see his older brothers along with two of their friends Trevor Zegras and Josh Norris, arriving in Jack’s car. 
Luke quietly mutters ‘idiots’, before finishing his task of removing the luggage from his car. 
Once finished, he shuts the trunk of his car, and steps towards Sadie, allowing Jack to park his car. 
Quinn is the first to exit, from the passenger side, immediately making his way towards Luke and Sadie and pulling the two teenagers into a hug. 
“Hey guys! How you doing?” He asks, his voice laced with platonic affection. 
Sarcasm creeps into Luke’s voice as he teasingly replies “Doing good, until you showed up and damaged my ear drums”
Quinn retaliates by pulling the taller boy closer to him and ruffling his hair much to his annoyance. 
Sadie smiles watching her best friend interact with his-and basically her-older brother, while the remaining of the group emerges from Jack's car. 
Trevor, always the playful one, practically jumps out of the car with a laugh, his oak colored hair tousled from the drive. Josh follows, calmly exiting and taking a moment to stretch his arms above his head. The amiable smile that crinkles at the corners of his eyes hints at the warmth and friendliness of his demeanor, as he makes his way toward Ellen and Jim, politely greeting them. 
Then comes Jack, extracting himself from the drivers seat, with the same blend of confidence and composure, of a team with a 7-0 lead in the dying seconds of the third period. He's the older-at least of Luke-, the mega-talented and undeniably attractive brother, the epitome of charm and charisma. The first overall pick, the ladies man of the group, the ‘golden boy’, the term frequently used by Luke in an envious driven attempt to paint an accurate description of his brother.
Jack steps closer to Luke and Sadie before attacking Luke in a bear hug, nearly knocking the youngest and tallest of the family off his feet. 
"JACK!” Luke shouts, his voice more playful than annoyed-although it still radiates waves of annoyance-as he tries to push the older boy off.
“Ugh get off of me!” Luke continues, clearly struggling, before finally managing to remove his brothers hold.
“Hey Sades” Jack says, a smile crossing his lips, as he turns his attention towards her, his arm lingering around Luke, before resting on his shoulder. 
“Hey Jack” Sadie replies politely 
“I see you’re still hanging around this one” Jack teases with a smile as he playfully ruffle his fingers through Luke’s curls, which causes Luke to send an ‘if looks could kill’ type of glare towards both his brothers, clearly annoyed by the fact that they have deemed it their civil duty to mess with his hair-which it’s not. 
“I'm not that annoying” Luke retorts with a grin, his hand moving to smooth down his messed-up hair.
Luke’s gaze shifts, finding Trevor standing a few feet away interacting with Quinn and Josh, a large smile present on his face, “And besides at least one of us has normal friends” Luke adds, purposely raising his voice enough for Trevor to overhear
“Is he talking about me?” Trevor asks, a sly grin forming, as he steps closer to Luke
Jack’s response comes quick “I think so” 
“You just wait Lukey, this summer Jack and I are finally gonna get you back for all the pranks the two of you pulled on us last summer” Trevor declares, his eyes shifting with unwavering confidence between Luke and Sadie.
Jack nods in agreement, the smile on his face never fading, it’s the kind that reaches all the way up to his striking blue eyes, a similarity shared between him and his brothers. 
Luke and Sadie exchange a knowing glance of confidence with one another, indicative of disbelief at the thought of Jack and Trevor successfully pulling off a prank. 
Sadie’s voice is light as she chimes in “Isn’t that what you said last summer, and the summer before?” she teases, because it is, they say it every summer, and every summer they fail. 
Jack’s cheeks flush red, as he tries to force, credibility into his voice “No” 
Josh who had, finished helping Quinn, unpack the car and is now standing beside him on the outer circle of the conversation, interjects “Uh ya it is”
Jack and Trevor share a playful look, mixing with a hint of embarrassment, their previous expression of confidence disintegrating as Trevor replies “Ok well…maybe…but this summer for sure” 
Luke and Sadie exchange a laugh “Uh huh we’ll see about that” Luke says his voice wavering with skepticism.
Ellen shakes her head, the smile on her face, washing away any accusations of annoyance “Alright guys” she begins “Let’s try and keep the pranking to a minimum this year” 
One last look of mischief and playfulness is exchanged among the group before they nod and begin walking towards the front door.
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After having a chance to unpack their belongings and settle into their respective rooms-Ellen and Jim taking the master bedroom on the first floor, well the remaining six split between four rooms on the second floor, Jack and Trevor sharing one room as well as Quinn and Josh sharing another while Sadie and Luke, are given their own-the clock creeps towards nine pm, and the group gathers in the spacious living room, to discuss dinner plans, something on everyone's minds and stomachs. 
"Mhm, a burger sounds so good" Luke comments to no one in particular, as he flops down next to Sadie, on the u-shaped couch.
"Eh not really and too much work" Quinn claims, allowing a yawn to escape his lips. 
Jim, who had previously been in the kitchen, walks towards the center of the room with a stack of takeout menus, and raises his voice over the growing chatter. "I was thinking we could keep it simple tonight—takeout sound good to everyone?" 
He's met with an array of nods, ya's and yes's as suggestions start flying back and forth-Chinese, Italian, Mexican-Luke lobbies for burgers again, but after a few minutes and naming pretty much every type of cuisine they could think of they agree on pizza and salad, leading to a discussion on toppings.
It takes another five minutes and a heated debate on whether pineapple belongs on pizza, before Ellen can dial the number of a local restaurant, confirming the mishmash of orders-two large caesar salads, a meat lovers pizza, one with just cheese for the less adventurous ones, a pepperoni one and an experimental half-and-half with pineapple, sausage and olives.
"Thank you! See you in 20 minutes" Ellen says, relaying the information to the rest of the group before hanging up. 
"I'll pick em up, Trev you wanna come?" Jack asks, starting to stand up. 
"Sure man" He answers and with that the two head towards the front door, disappearing into the night air, and leaving behind a fleeting echo of their voices, discussing who's driving, and who's bringing the pizza's in.
Back in the living room, Quinn flops down on the couch "So, any big plans while we're up here? I mean, other than stuffing our faces?"
"Speak for yourself," Luke quips, "I'm hitting the lake first thing tomorrow."
A murmur of approval ripples through the group as plans begin to take shape with talk of wakesurfing and late-night bonfires, until the conversation shifts to the University of Michigan.
Sadie feels a knot form in her stomach, as Josh and Quinn, former players of the hockey team, chime in with their two cents. 
Her eyes trickle to the glass doors leading to the wooden deck, searching for an escape when a wave of emotions wash over her as she recalls her first trip here.
It was the summer after she met Luke, the summer before eighth grade. They drove up with Luke’s parents, Jack and Quinn and two of their friends Cole and Brady. 
Most of their days were spent, swimming in the lake, roasting marshmallows over the bonfire, or all the boys trying to teach Sadie how to play hockey on the driveway-which she’s gotten much better at- but what she remembers the most is sitting on the deck, talking to Luke about her mom.
He was the first person she felt comfortable enough with to open up about her mom’s passing, what it was like to be nine years old watching your mom rot away in a hospital bed, knowing there was nothing you could do to stop a disease you barely understood. 
With Luke, Sadie didn’t need to put on a smile and pretend that everything was okay, when it wasn’t, and despite only being 12 at the time Luke didn’t try to fix it either. He didn’t run to his parents or brothers, he just listened. 
Luke was the first person to show her with more than just words, she didn’t need to bury all her thoughts and secrets inside. 
Luke was the first person to show her she wasn’t alone. 
Suddenly her eyes turn to glass as she wonders if everything would change if she chose Rutgers, if she would lose everything she has with Luke?
“You okay?” Luke asks his voice, pulling her back to reality
Sadie hesitates before responding “Ya, I’m fine. I just remembered I forgot to call my dad, so I’m gonna do that real quick” Luke watches as she swiftly stands up and makes her way to the stairs leaving no time for him to respond.
Once her feet reach the top of the stairs, she rushes into her room, her mind too occupied to notice, she doesn't properly close the door. 
Sadie scrambles to unlock her phone, her fingers trembling as she fumbles with the green call button.
Finally her fingers press the button, the loud dial tone filling, the otherwise silent room. Sadie leans against the wall.
“Hey dad” she greets, her voice wobbly.
“Hi pumpkin, how you doing?” Her dad asks
They begin talking about everything and nothing-the drive, the weather, her dad’s job.
Meanwhile, downstairs, the front door swings open. Jack walks in, followed by Trevor, both carrying two large pizzas and a box of salad.
Jack and Trevor set the food down on the kitchen counter, as the rest of the group, crowds around the kitchen sink, preparing to wash their hands. 
“Where’s Sadie?” Trevor asks as he makes his way towards the sink as well.
Ellen motions to the stairs “I think she went upstairs, Jack do you mind telling her dinner is here please” Ellen requests, her clean hands busy gathering plates and napkins from the oak cabinets.
Jack nods, “Got it” He replies as he walks towards the stairs.
He stops in the room shared by him and Trevor, to set his keys on the nightstand, before making his way towards Sadie’s room.
Her voice, seeping through the small crack in the door frame, causes him to slow, pausing as he listens in. 
“Dad, I don’t know what to do! I don't wanna hurt him" 
Sadie’s words spill out like a waterfall, “How do I choose between Rutgers and Luke” Her voice trembles.
Jack instinctively takes a step back, his heart racing as he realizes he shouldn’t be listening to this. He turns his back to the door, his mind screaming at him to walk away, but his body remains in place. 
Every fiber in his being is drawn to Sadie, to the pain and secrecy hidden in her voice. 
And then it hits him-Rutgers. Why is she talking about that? And what does Luke have to do with it?
A whirlwind of emotions swirl within him as he struggles to piece together Sadie's words, when the muffled reply of “Love you too” seeps through the door frame, sending a jolt of panic through his body.
Before he can force his body to move, run, jump, do anything, the door swings open and Sadie’s small gasp of surprise forces him to turn around. 
Their eyes meet, Jack can see the tears that slipped from her eyes, have been firmly wiped away, and a surge of conflicting emotions swirl inside of him-a feeling of protectiveness and anger at the thought of unknown actions hurting Luke, guilt for eavesdropping, and an overwhelming desire to comfort Sadie, but all he does is stand frozen, staring at her. 
“Jeez Jack you scared me!” Sadie says 
Jack hesitates, searching his mind for a response. Does he confess, does he tell her he overheard her? He wonders. He slightly shakes his head before settling on a response “Sorry, I uh I had to put my keys away, and uh my mom wanted me to tell you dinners here” 
“Sounds good, I’ll be there in a second” The previous quiver in her voice is a distant memory, as she replies. 
Jack nods slowly, attempting to regroup himself, before he slowly treads down the stairs.
Jack makes his way to the kitchen, rummaging for a bottle of water.
He finds one and begins taking slow sips, when Sadie, slips into the kitchen, planting her feet next to his, and turning on the sink faucet. 
Jack’s eyes wander in her direction, catching a quick glance. Sadie notices and replies with a friendly smile as she dries her hands on a nearby hand towel, and moves towards the open pizza boxes with a plate. 
She reaches in and places two slices of pepperoni pizza onto her plate, stacking one on top of another, before using the plastic tongs to add a handful of salad. After grabbing a fork and napkin, she walks towards the crowded couch and takes a seat next to Luke. 
Jack remains quiet the entire time, slowly watching from the counter, before following her actions and making his way to the couch, he sits next to Trevor, listening in to the ongoing conversation surrounding college, as he slowly indulges in his dinner. 
Most of the group, with the exception of Sadie, have finished their dinner by the time Trevor makes a controversial comment -in a room full of Michigan and hockey fans- about Boston University, a school he spent two years at. “Listen Michigan is great but BU 100% produces more star NHL players” 
Quinn’s face drops in an exaggerated response, “Jack please tell him to leave” Quinn insists, struggling to keep a straight face. 
Laughter ripples through the room in response.
Quinn manages to pull off a pretty solid poker face as he says “I’m serious” 
“So am I” Trevor remarks with a grin, and a slight shrug of his shoulders
Josh shakes his head, “There is nothing BU can do better than Michigan” 
“Mhm I disagree, hockey, academics, parties” Trevor claims 
Josh opens his mouth to disagree “Michigan parties are legendary” He begins.
“Michigan is better than BU at everything, and out all the options that’s the one you choose” Jack comments, because it’s not like Michigan has been ranked the #1 NCAA hockey program for the last six years, or consistently been in the top 30 for best academics or anything like that. 
Quinn and Josh exchange a playful look, before simultaneously answering yes. 
Ellen and Jim shake their heads, with a small laugh, as Luke rolls his eyes and Jack smacks his lips together in an audible response. 
“You know one time Quinn and I were at this party” Josh begins before being cut off by a somewhat hard punch to the shoulder by Quinn 
“Shut it” Quinn insists 
Most of the group laughs.
“Alright guys I think we’re going to turn in” Ellen tells the younger crew as her and Jim begin standing “Don’t do anything dangerous, and whatever happened at that party Quinn please take it to the grave” Ellen jokes as she walks towards the hallway
Once the parents are completely out of earshot, Josh continues “Can I finish my story” 
“Didn’t you hear my mom she said take it to the grave” Quinn argues 
Luke chimes in “Oh come on I wanna know” 
“Ya it’s funny come on” Josh tries
Quinn looks between his kid brother and his best friend before replying “No”
Luke continues to try and reason with him “Come on, You never tell me” “I’m not gonna tell mom and dad” “Please Sadie and I will literally be there in like two months” 
Jack’s eyes trickle towards Sadie, as Luke mentions her name, her presence somewhat forgotten through the bubbling conversation.
His thoughts are a jumbled mess. Should he confront her about what he heard? Maybe he should try to comfort her instead. Or maybe it's better if he just leaves it alone?
But before he can figure out what to do, Luke loudly grumbles, snapping Jack back into reality.
Another wave of laughter ripples throughout the room, as the conversation shifts seamlessly, abandoning the topic of Michigan, at least for the moment, before they decide to settle down and watch a movie. 
They search through various streaming services, debating between watching, action, sci-fi, or comedy. 
“No more alien stuff, Luke! We get it, you want to meet E.T.,” Josh teases, flicking through the science fiction offerings with the remote, only to be met with playful groans from the group.
"What about 21 Jump Street?" Luke asks 
"Ya no" Jack answers 
"How about a comedy?" Quinn suggests
"21 Jump Streets a comedy" Luke mutters, earning a subtle look from Quinn, before refocusing on the screen.
“Oh, come on, something with some punches!” Trevor eggs on, eyes lighting up as he spots 'Goon' in the streaming library.
"They have Hot Tub Time Machine" Josh suggests 
With each suggestion, counter-arguments volley around the room until eventually receiving majority approval for the hockey-themed comedy Goon, which follows the story of a bouncer who basically turns into a hockey enforcer/fighter. 
"Goon it is," Josh declares, hitting play as everyone settles deeper into their respective cushions and chairs, and an anticipatory silence spreads as the screen comes to life.
The silence only lasts about 15 minutes, because none of them, know how to keep their mouths shut during a fucking movie, like when Doug Glatt stumbles onto the ice for his first practice, Trevor's jab — "Look, it's Quinn!" — is a catalyst for a burst of laughter, Quinn’s mock outrage only fueling the fun.
"Jack can you please make him leave!" Quinn begs
"Fuck no" Jack insists causing the rest of the group to laugh 
"Then just shut up and watch the movie" Quinn huffs toward Trevor 
Or during Doug's first game, when Luke quips "And I thought Bambi on ice was just a Disney thing" 
During a slow-motion sequence of a well-executed check "Figure skater right there"
And so on and so forth, as they're unrestrained voices follow the ups and downs on screen.
At one point the movie reaches maximum goriness when Doug, engages in a brutal fight with an opponent, and the room erupts in a mixture of gasps and chuckles, the line between horror and amusement blurring.
Jack's gaze drifts to Sadie, where she and Luke are whispering to each other in hushed tones. 
He turns his attention back to the movie, trying to shake off the negative feelings creeping up on him.
During another scene, Luke jumps at a particularly raucous fight , "Holy shit! Did you see that punch?"
Laughter erupts, and all eyes fall towards Luke, except for Jack's which find Sadie again, he can't shake the feeling of guilt gnawing at him, knowing something about Sadie that Luke doesn't, even if she doesn't know he knows. 
His mind is a silent turmoil for the remainder of the movie, the group’s laughter and heckling fading into a background static against his internal dissonance, until eventually, the movie's closing credits begin rolling and the reaction is satisfying stretches and yawning from the group.
Josh, who had been animated throughout, rises and announces "I'm hitting the sack, guys," his eyelids heavy. The room hums with goodnights as he disappears up the stairs.
Quinn, as always the responsible one begins gathering empty plates, and throws them in the trash before heading upstairs. 
Trevor and Luke, their energy seemingly boundless, launch into a spirited debate about who would make the better hockey player enforcer, even if we know the answer, but their banter echos off the walls until they too concede to the call of sleep, trekking upstairs.
With the room now emptied Sadie and Jack find themselves momentarily alone, the stillness stark in contrast to the evening's livelyness. Sadie lingers around the kitchen, wiping down the counter with a quiet grace. Jack's mind spirals the secret nudging at his tongue, demanding release. He inhaled, ready to break the silence, and say something but Luke's sudden re-entry halts him mid-breath.
"Forgot my phone," Luke says, swiping it from the coffee table. "You coming, Sadie?" 
"Yep, be right there," she replies, tossing the last of her garbage in the trash can
With a final nod and a half-hearted smile in Jack's direction, she departs to the sound of Luke's receding footsteps. The room was silent now, save for the echoes of what had been left unsaid. Jack let out a heavy sigh, the weight of his newfound burden grounding him to the couch.
He was alone. His sigh hangs in the air, a fog of unresolved tension as he stands, flicking off the lights and making his way toward the stairs. The day had ended, they made it to the lake, and now he's going to bed with more questions than he came with. 
Lying there, staring at the ghostly shadows dancing across the ceiling, Jack knows he won't be able to stop wondering about Sadie's secret until he gets answers, and he just hopes whatever secret she's hiding doesn't end up destroying his younger brother. 
A/N I hope you enjoyed, feel free to send me in any asks!
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coffee-at-annies · 3 months ago
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🥰 🤠 💗 for the ask game!!
Fic Reading Ask Game // Open
🥰 what tropes do you gravitate toward?
I tend to gravitate to ship tropes first because in fanfic it tends to be short hand for the plot. Like the plot is mutual pining with a side of slow burn and a falls first b falls harder and then at the end they kiss. There might be a grand arranged marriage regency romance or an enemies to lovers space au around that but at its core the relationship and the romance is driving the plot. AUs are worldbuilding set dressing (which I love) but they inform the story they don’t effect the story. So it’s a balancing act for which I’m more excited about. There was a while where I was reading through the idiots to lovers tag because man that’s what I wanted, two people that are just stupid for each other. I’ve also done dives into the non-traditional omegaverse tags, always a different sex, alternate universe - magic, etc etc. I probably do gravitate most towards aus as a high level and then decide based on what the ship is doing cause that’s the plot being pitched to me. I love spec fic. I think it’s so fun. I know omegaverse is a bunch of junk science. I know cisswap gets a bad rap as being transphobic. I know *gestures at hp aus* but like they’re fun. It’s all fun. “What if we took these characters and moved them to the left, what then?” is so so interesting to me. I love when people lay out a premise and then meaningfully think about it. However the shit has to be interesting. I have to care about the ship and what they’re doing. If they’re perfect little robots the entire time, that’s not interesting. It’s a balancing act.
🤠 favorite au genre?
I love AUs. If it’s weird and left of center gimme all of it. I’ve always love a near-canon au which is everything is the same except this one thing. Maybe that one thing is magic, maybe that one thing is Sid is a girl, maybe that one thing is vampires, I don’t care I love alternate universe - this specific change. At the same time I love genre aus. I love these are the boys but they’re in space. I love we’re in a magic urban fantasy town and Sidney is a witch and Geno is new in town. It really really depends. I go through phases with fandoms where I find a niche au and then read everything in it. For example one of my favorite niche aus in dc comics/batfam is reverse robins!aus. Its so edgy and dumb and there’s a lot of delicious angst thrown my favorite character’s way because you get the Tim+Damian hate relationship but flipped to mirror the original Dick+Jason relationship and then you get to give Tim all the angst Jason has of dying and coming back different. Delicious and delightful. For hockey probably my favorite AU is goalie nesting. I fucking love nesting man. I’m hit or miss sometimes on omegaverse but this is technically separate and so so delightful. Bury that goalie in a pile of blankets, sweaty disgusting game worn jerseys, and whichever teammate you think looks hottest on top of him and call it hurt/comfort. Yum.
💗 a fic you’ve reread again and again and why!
Okay so actually I forgot one of my favorite aus is soulmates since I haven’t been in the mood recently. Yeah yeah I know I’m a bad aroace person cause soulmates are inherently amatanormative and reinforce heteronormativity and compulsory sexuality and the idea that it is normative to want to be in a romantic relationship and all that jazz. I just like it. I like the idea of what if two people were puzzle pieces who fit together perfectly. Then also what if they fit together and it wasn’t perfect and they have to work at it anyway because relationships take work. Anyway this is a preface for one of my favorite hrpf fics that I go back to when craving that feeling of home with the old team. It’s SidFlower platonic soulmates, SidGeno romantic relationship set during the 2016 season. It’s so delightful and homey. It’s one of the fics I keep coming back to whenever I want to recapture what I love about hrpf.
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100ducksizedfolignos · 1 year ago
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5, 18, 21 for the ask game 💚
oh hell yeah
5. favorite piece of hockey memorabilia you own
oh this one's tough, i have the pride night warmup puck jonny merrill tossed me although the design is super worn off, i love all my jerseys (with special shoutout to my new shawzy one <3), and i've got a wild tshirt and hoodie in particular that i love and think are super cool. big ups to my incoming dog jersey for scout too, i'm very excited for it
18. who would be on your dream hockey team
i'm so attached to so many players you would need at least two teams to get through them all i think. and one of them is basically just the current minnesota wild. i guess i'll hijack this question to get back on my "whisk tyler seguin from the dallas stars like a dragon stealing a princess" agenda. ditto for marner and the leafs
21. do you believe in any hockey curses?
as someone who has been hip-deep in theatre culture, you get a healthy dose of superstition whether or not you actually believe in the curses or not. you don't say macbeth in a theatre. you say break a leg instead of good luck. you leave a ghost light out on stage before you leave for the night. in this i think theatre and hockey circles are the same. all this to say i don't necessarily believe in hockey curses but i also don't not believe in them. hope this helps
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kicksaddictny · 1 year ago
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The Nike x Martine Rose Collection Redefines Women’s Football Styling
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In fashion and in sport, there are singular moments that are so progressively bold that their arrival creates a clear “before” and “after.” In her latest partnership with Nike, designer Martine Rose has seized a moment for both fashion and sport, launching us all into an “after” world — one that is more inclusive, egalitarian, empowering and inspiring. 
The Nike x Martine Rose Collection dissolves the boundaries of men and women’s football styling with gender-free tailored player suiting that advances sport style and expands the culture of sport for the next generation. Purposefully connecting and merging the moments of “getting off the plane” to “arriving on the pitch,” the collection elevates the look of the elite women’s game and closes the gender gap in considered, crafted tailoring for women’s sport.
“When a woman wears a suit, it expresses strength, resilience and beauty,” says Martine. “I want women to feel powerful in their suits like men do. More than that, although I’m using women to tell the story, there’s no gender attached to the suit. Anyone can wear it. I hope one day we’re not talking about gender in sport and are just talking about the sport. Once everything is stripped back, it’s just the game that’s left.”
Ushering in a new era of women’s football, the collection is meant to meet the moment of this summer’s premier sporting event and to be worn in nuanced and meaningful ways by those involved.
“I love the mash-up that sports and fashion and culture has become, and as an athlete, I’ve always wanted what we wear to stand for more,” says Megan Rapinoe, Nike athlete, United States Women’s National Team member, and a muse for the Nike x Martine Rose Collection. “I think Martine, as a designer inspired by sports culture, is able to pull so much meaning into her work, and for her to be able to express herself through this moment that is so special to us is really cool — and obviously the pieces are just dope.”  
The Nike x Martine Rose Collection features a player’s suit jacket, trouser, trench and shirt; accessories, including stockings, gloves and sunglasses; and the latest iteration of the Nike x Martine Rose Shox Mule MR 4. The shoe’s eye-catching blue and purple colorway nods to the famously vibrant goalkeeper jerseys of the 1990s, while the silhouette acts as a talisman for equity in football, the ever-expanding culture of sport and a signal of what’s to come from Nike and Martine later in the year.
The collection will be available exclusively on Martine-Rose.com July 25 and on SNKRS and at select specialty stores July 27.
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bestshirtcanbuy · 5 months ago
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elliseleven · 5 months ago
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Golden and freckles for the ask game!
Thanks for the ask!!
Golden - favorite stationary product? Freckles - most-worn article of clothing?
Golden - I honestly don't use much stationary anymore... I did used to have this pencil case that was all one zip and you could unzip it so it was all one really long zip and then zip it all the way back up again in a cylinder type shape. So probably that. I don't have it anymore though :(
Freckles - I don't have that many clothes tbh, so I tend to wear the same kinds of outfits every day (I have like 7 identical black t-shirts lmaoo). But I think the one piece of clothing I wear most is this jersey type jacket which is band merch of one of my favourite bands. I've had it for coming up to 10 years now, I think? They don't even make it anymore and I will probably never get rid of it
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giftsforus · 9 months ago
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us3rnam3-r3dact3d · 2 years ago
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I spent far too long contemplating these
D.A.M.N. Boy Fashion
Damien
Dark academia. He sticks to cool earth tones with flashes of warm colors in statement pieces or accessories. Damien is incredibly fashion forward. His image, just like every other part of him, is carefully maintained. He stays on top of current trends while keeping a strong emphasis on mainstays and signature cuts to his wardrobe.
Damien cinches his waist higher than his natural one, mostly because he likes a slightly feminine silhouette. He only wears a more masculine cut when he’s around his family.
He keeps an eye on K-Pop and J-Pop music videos and concerts since they have a pretty good sway on western fashion these days. He picks trends to emulate very carefully, and usually picks accessories or silhouettes to add into his wardrobe.
Oversized tops are fine, but never pants. All of his pants are tailored to accentuate his ass and hips, flaring slightly around his calves and cinching again at the ankle to make a clean, flowing line. Shorts are always with a five inch inseam to show just enough thigh while still being comfortable to move in.
In the winter, he carries (but never wears, he runs too hot for them) waist length peacoats in blacks, browns, and grays, layered collared shirts and sweaters, and plaid, paisley, and argyle patterns. In the summer, he wears cuffed shorts, pristine white Vans, ironed t-shirts, and sweater vests with nothing underneath.
(As a note, he has Huxley’s letterman. He’s not huge on oversized clothes, but he wears it to all of Huxley’s games.)
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Lasko
Light academia with a softboy twist. Lighter, warmer earth tones than Damien. Warm tans and browns that are accented by touches of pastel colors. Lasko has less of an idea of what he’s doing fashion wise, but he does his best. He’s not as good at messing with the color wheel as Damien, so his pops of color sometimes clash with his neutrals, but always in an endearing, almost unnoticeable way.
Baggy is the name of the game. If Lasko can disappear into his clothes, he will. Even his glasses are oversized.
In the winter, he layers to the gods. Light turtlenecks under colorful button ups, corduroy statement pants, and chunky, platform loafers. In the summer, he still wears long sleeves and pants, but chooses thinner fabric. Vertical stripes, soft patterns, and tasteful graphic tees. Light wash jeans only, never black, white, or acid. Chuck Taylor’s that have seen better days.
He carries a worn dark green jansport backpack and a weathered leather computer bag. He wears small, silver jewelry. The occasional delicate necklace over a turtle neck or his D.A.M.N. class ring with an inset amethyst that is fading every so gradually in the sun.
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Huxley
Jock chic. He would wear athletic clothes constantly if he could, but Damien insists that he wear nice clothes at least some of the time.
The goals in all of Huxley’s clothes are comfort and functionality. He wants to be able to move and/or sleep in anything he gets put in. He mostly wears, funnily enough, earth tones. Warm, dark browns, tans, and varieties of greens and yellows.
Hux runs hot and his partner is a fire elemental, so he doesn’t have the need heavy winter clothes. Snug, comfortable t-shirts and hoodies, sweatpants, and loose fitting jeans with shoe strings as belts. A jean jacket if it’s cold enough. Hiking boots and ten year old, creased Air Jordan’s, a gym bag that’s become a catch all for anything he needs.
The summer is when Hux really gets to wear what he wants. Flat front and Bermuda shorts. Light linen button ups and tank tops. Vintage graphic tees and faded jerseys. When he’s forced into formal wear, he’s a huge fan of florals. He wouldn’t be caught dead in a blazer.
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Gavin
Gavin’s style is the hardest to pin down to a single aesthetic. He borrows from a lot of subcultures, mostly because he doesn’t really get that there are dedicated subcultures that contain rich fashion histories. He sees something he likes and he wears it.
His fashion borrows a lot from glam rock, both the masculine and the feminine. Bright, bold colors on a monochrome background. Heavy patterns and shape wear that gives him interesting and androgynous silhouettes.
Gavin doesn’t have a care in the world for the temperature. He wears what he wants when he wants. Nothing is seasonal.
He wears indecently low cut bottom layers under distressed graphic tees and layered jackets. Heavily distressed, skin tight jeans or flared pants that fall just above the ground. Leather pants and animal print. V-necks that reach his mid chest. Button ups that are almost constantly left open. High neck, pussy bow blouses. Bolo ties and thin, sheer scarves ties so tight around his throat you can see his Adam’s apple jump when he swallows.
Thigh high boots and platform doc martins. Sheer shirts and fishnets. Flowy dresses cinched with a corset. Bralettes or nipple tassels that just peak from behind a loosely tied poet shirt. Religious items and iconography he doesn’t understand. A mother of pearl rosary. A cross on a delicate, golden chain.
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lovetorn · 3 years ago
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we’re okay [brendan brisson]
this is part 2 of good terms!
brendan brisson x fem!reader
summary: you meet up with bren after he wins
w/c: 1330
a/n: we’re pretending the boys stayed in Minneapolis after the game :)
It’s halfway through the 2nd intermission when your phone lights up with a text in your lap. You try your best to juggle your drink and snack in one hand, but you manage to tap the screen again to read the text from Brendan.
did you see the goal i got for you?
You roll your eyes with a laugh and lean down to place your soda on the ground. Your cheeks feel hot and your chest warms at his words. Opening the messages app, your thumbs fly around the keyboard to reply.
of course i did.
Short and sweet and nothing that seems too eager, even though you are.
we’re going to dinner when we get home. just you and me.
You weren’t expecting that one, but alas, the butterflies in your stomach make you feel nauseous.
ok superstar. now, listen to your coach.
yes ma’am.
You shake your head and place your phone back in your lap. You pick a piece of popcorn out of the bag you’re still holding and pop it in your mouth. The clock on the scoreboard continues to decrease and soon the buzzer sounds for the start of the 3rd period.
You’re surrounded by cheering Minnesota students and fans and you’re sitting in a bright maize Brisson jersey, alone. He had one of the coaching staff give it to you before the game started and to say you were living in some sort of deja vu was pretty accurate.
Having not worn his jersey for a few months, and finally wearing it again, is like coming home after being away for years. It’s comforting and a little emotional, but it always feels right. And you sense he feels the same when you made eye contact after his goal. The look of pride he had on his face, mixed with a hint of cockiness, was one you’d never forget. His smile was wider than you’d seen it in a while when he pointed at you while being hugged by his teammates.
You sit in slight nervousness as the period starts. Your knee bounces and you pick at your nails and you’re sure the inside of your cheek is bleeding, but the anticipation of winning lingers in the pit of your stomach and somehow it makes the nerves less intense. Now, you sit in utter excitement for the end of the game.
That’s until Minnesota scores 2 in the last 2 minutes making the score 4-3. Your jaw is clenched and you can practically see the irritation coming off the boys and the anxiety is back after being so confident about the win before.
But as the last seconds tick down, you can hear the ecstatic laughter and cheers from the Michigan boys as they jump on top of each other and celebrate their win. You launch out of your seat when the final buzzer goes off and while the people surrounding you remain silent, you throws your arms up and jump.
Brendan skates over to the glass a few rows in front of you and jumps against it. The other boys follow and do the same. You shake your head and laugh at their antics and remain in your spot, even when the remainder of the crowd leaves after the ceremony.
The arena is almost empty as you sit on your phone and reply to your friends back at college. They still couldn’t believe that you flew to Minneapolis to watch your ex-boyfriend play, but he isn’t just any ex.
You finish typing out a text to your roommate when you feel a tap on your shoulder and turn immediately. The blinding smile of Brendan Brisson is a sight for sore eyes and you jump up, wrapping your arms around his neck. He's clad in his Umich tracksuit instead of his gameday suit and he looks cute.
“I’m so proud of you.”
Brendan laughs weakly, his voice raspy from playing and the celebration in the dressing room.
“Thanks, couldn’t have done it without you,” he mumbles into your neck.
You shake your head, feeling tears prick your eyes at the closeness of your hug. You miss being with him after a win. “Don’t say that.”
Brendan pulls back, eyes circling your face. “It’s true. I play better when I know you’re there cheering me on.”
You raise your eyebrows and laugh. “Who says I’m cheering for you?”
“This does.” He pinches the fabric on the jersey you’re wearing. “Fuck, I miss you.”
You strain to hear the last part, but you do. You pout lightly, a smile fighting for its place on your lips as you pull him back in for another hug. His hands feel large on your waist and you tighten your grip. “I miss you, too, B.”
A sharp whistle comes from the opposite side of the arena. “Come on! Gotta go!” Bords waves. "Hi, Y/n! Missed having you around!"
You turn your torso and wave back at him, a smile on your cheeks. "Missed you too, Bordy!"
Brendan sighs into your hair. You turn back towards him, leaving your face only a few inches away from his for the first time in a few months. “I’ll be at the hotel when you’re done.”
He nods and you don’t miss his eyes flickering to your lips. You can feel the tension between you two and the urge to kiss him makes your head hurt.
You smile softly and shake your head. “Not here. I don’t like that big gopher staring at me.” You point behind him at the poster of the mascot on the wall.
Brendan lets out a deep laugh and turns back to face you. “Tonight?” He smirks.
You smack his bicep and scoff. “In your dreams, Brisson.”
He rolls his eyes playfully and his smirk grows to a full smile. The sight is breathtaking.
“Briss!”
Brendan groans at the sound of Thomas’ voice again and throws his arm up with what you assume to be the middle finger.
“See you soon, okay? It’ll be like 2 hours and then I’ll meet you in your room. 937, right?” He mumbles.
You nod and feel your heart skip a beat at the fact that he remembered. “See you then, superstar. Don’t have too much fun at your dinner.”
“Not without you I won’t.”
You push him away from you and start walking up the stairs. “Go.”
All he does is laugh and make his way to the other side of the arena towards the dressing rooms while you exit through the front doors.
As you wait for your Uber, your phone lights up.
i’m ditching the dinner.
Your jaw hangs open at Brendan's words and you laugh softly.
you’re an idiot. go celebrate with your team. i’ll always be here.
And when he doesn’t reply, you feel your heart sink a little. There’s no grey bubble, no snapchats or anything and you just assume that he’s busy to mask the anxiety you feel.
But, the air is chilly as you hug yourself, and you feel the material of Brendan’s jersey around you and know that he’ll always be there for you too.
“I couldn’t wait any longer!” A familiar voice shouts from behind you. You spin around, a grin on your cheeks when you see Brendan walking towards you with his arms spread and ridiculous white glasses perched on his nose.
You giggle as you jog. You crash into him, your arms circling his neck, while he tightens around your torso, and push up on your toes to press your lips against his. Your fingers get tangled in his knotty hair and the glasses rest awkwardly against the bridge of your nose, but it’s as perfect as the first time.
Brendan’s hands squeeze at your hips before they run up and down your back. He smiles widely and you do the same, your teeth clanging together. The kiss is not really a kiss anymore, but there’s no other way you’d have it.
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pies-writes-and-more · 4 years ago
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Haikyuu boys and wearing their clothes
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Characters: Asahi Azumane, Kageyama Tobio, Sugawara Koushi, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kotaro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a gender-neutral reader :) (let me know if I missed a pronoun change or made something too femme! I very much so did not proof read this lol)
Warnings: Probably some swearing
A/N: This might be an overdone topic but I love it so much soooooo no regrets :) Let me know if you’d like more!
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Asahi literally carries a picture of you in his phone case because he loves you in his clothes so much. He also has a pic of you wearing his hoodie as his wallpaper, and another printed pic of you framed in his room. I don’t care what size you are, his sweaters still manage to feel gigantic on you. It is like a hug FOREVER. 
He literally could not care less that his closet is slowly growing smaller because it means that he gets to see you in his clothes. Eventually, you’ll carry them all back to him in a bag so that he can make them smell like him again. But this is his favourite part, because now his favourite items smell like you. 
Daydreaming in class? Thinking of you wearing the sweater he has on. 
Gets smacked by a volleyball during practice? It’s cause the smell of you is still on his jersey. 
This man trips over his own two feet cause he’s trying to find you in the halls and you wave at him wearing his volleyball jacket ”So that’s where that went. I thought I forgot it somewhere...”
The two of you would trade sweaters before he went on any overnight trips and you’d send him snapchats of you cuddling with the sweater over a pillow or just you snuggled in bed with it on. He’d screenshot all of them, regardless of if you thought you looked good. 
He has an album of you. He will never delete them because they’re all precious.
His teammates have accidentally caught him looking through it before a game because it really de-stressed him if you weren’t able to attend the game in person (though you made it to most of them). Tanaka would burst into tears over not being able to have a significant other with cute photos of and would make Asahi promise to always treat you right. And Asahi would just stare at your photos with his cute little smile and obviously promise because his least favourite thing in the world is seeing you sad.
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(Look at how cute he is omg)
Kageyama is confused when you ask to wear his sweater. You probably did it at a time that made some sort of sense. Like it was late at night and you were studying in the gym while Hinata and him were practicing. 
The cool breeze into the gym made you shiver a little and you noticed that his sweater was just sitting there on the ground so when he came over to grab some water you just looked up at him with your signature puppy eyes. “Can I wear it?”
“Why?”
“Oi, stupid head. They’re probably cold!” 
It would probably annoy him so much that Hinata figured it out before him. He’d kneel down and help you put it on, pulling it over your head and giving you a little smile cause you looked so damn cute in his sweater. 
But now that you’ve started wearing his things, he’s still very confused as to why you ask for them. “Should we go shopping?” He’d ask you randomly on a weekend when there was no volleyball practice. And you’d just stare at him because why would Kageyama want to stand somewhere that wasn’t a gym. “Aren’t you running out of clothes to wear or something?”
It would take a while and some conversations before you realized he was asking cause you had like 3 hoodies, a t-shirt, and some track pants in your room that were very much so his. “I just like having a piece of you with me,” you’d explain. He would have to think it over but he was very happy with this idea.
There’s only one shirt you’re not allowed to take and it’s this cute little graphic tee you got him for his birthday that has a nice drawing of a milk carton on it. He loves it. He will kill anyone that laughs at it. And no, you cannot wear it because if you’re wearing, what is he supposed to wear.
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Sugawara and you regularly switch clothes because this man gives no fucks for your gender roles thank you very much. He shows up to practice one day wearing a dark pinkish basic, or some floral print shirt that you had in your closet and the boys are like “um Suga what are you wearing?”
And he’s probably just like “it’s call fashion, look it up.” (Like Suga sweetie, it’s just a shirt lol)
If you own any tighter pants like yoga pants or leggings? Suga has worn them because his legs and ass look great in them and he will strut around fully confident with that knowledge.
Honestly, he probably steals your sweaters more than you realize. You guys are baking at his house one day and you’ve made a mESS of your clothes and he’s just like oh it’s okay I’ll get you some new clothes.
And you’re expecting this cute little pj set that he has that might fit you or some comfy clothes that he’s lending you. No. He legitimately has some of your clothes and gives them to you and you’re just like.... “Suga I’ve been looking for this shirt for weeks. I even asked you about it.”
And he is suddenly deaf, little shithead.
He likes you in any clothes but they have to be his comfy clothes or he will set that shit on fire. Ennoshita once offered you his gloves because it was fricken cold out and you forgot yours at home and Suga literally threw him across the road and was like “hello angel I have gloves for you”.
You’re just like “um... Ennoshita are you okay?” Boy probably has a concussion and Suga’s just like “who’s Ennoshita?”
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Tsukishima will kill you if he finds you raiding his closet. Like if he walks into his room when you two are supposed to be studying and you’re just casually picking out a sweater, he will throw you on the bed and tickle you until you call for mercy.
Will he offer his clothes to you if you’re in need of something? Most of the time, yes. But you have to ask. No stealing allowed in this household.
Except one night you stayed over and totally forgot a night shirt. Tsukishima is already like half asleep because he woke up way too early for practice that morning, so you just sneak into his drawers and pull out the first shirt you can. You can’t even see what it has on it cause it’s fucking dark. Then you crawl into bed with him, figuring you’ll accept your punishment for stealing tomorrow.
And when he wakes up, you best believe he was annoyed. First off, who plans to stay over and doesn’t bring a shirt? Stupid, can’t you remember anything? But then he realizes, you grabbed this cute little dino graphic shirt and his face is RED. Pasty boi so bright, he might as well be Hinata’s hair. And he’s desperately trying to get out of the bed and run to the bathroom before you wake up because holy fuck you’re PRECIOUS?
But all of his squirming just wakes you up and you see him all flustered, and just assume he’s mad and you’re like I’m so sorry I just didn’t have anything else and was stupid and forgot. And he just hits you (lovingly) on the head, mutters some sort of insult, and moves on.
From then on, that is your designated shirt. It’s a comfort item almost. He’ll only really wear it when he has to be away from town overnight, in which case he’ll wear it as a reminder of you (he won’t admit to it but you tried to take the shirt as a keepsake for while he was gone and he only had a heart attack. Tsukishima Kei does not believe in lucky charms. But he has yet to lose a game when he wears that shirt the night before).
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Bokuto has been WAITING for you to wear something of his, but you haven’t yet. And it’s been stressful. He keeps trying to find a good excuse to see you in his clothes but you’re always too well-prepared.
“It’s kinda chilly out, Y/N, want my sweater??”
“I brought one, don’t worry!”
-.- *cue owl boi pouts*
And he doesn’t want you to wear something of his just because he asked. He wants to you want to wear his things. So he just waits. And pouts. And waits some more.
The day finally came when he was least expecting it. The gym that his game was in was freezing and you couldn’t imagine why. Most of the gyms they had played before in were pretty standard temperature but you were going to die if you stayed in the clothes you came in.
You had snuck onto the court while the boys were stretching, Akaashi smacking Bokuto in the head and interrupting his hype session to help him notice you.
“You wouldn’t happen to have a sweater with you, would you? It’s freezing!”
His eyes would widen. The day has finally arrived. He would finally get to see you in his clothes!!!!
But of course he has no sweater because he had not planned on needing one. Cue more sulking. Of course Akaashi comes over and offers his sweater and Bokuto almost bites his hand off.
“Well offer her your jacket then, idiot.” Akaashi just needs this man to hold off pouting till later. 
Bokuto’s jacket just looked so perfect on you and it was a nice way to keep warm. You cheered him on during the games and after some jaw-dropping move of his, he would turn to your direction and send you a kiss. Embarrassing? A little. But he was such a cutie, how could you deny his air kiss?
Wearing his clothes became more common after that and he will literally bring you his whole closet so you can pick your favourites.
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Ushijima didn’t even wait for you to ask to give you his clothes. He probably folded up his hoodie or jacket for you before a game and placed it awkwardly on your lap or in your arms and you’re just like um... do you want me to put this away for you or?
“Would you wear it for me?” How can you say no??? His cheeks are just slightly going red and he’s avoiding your eyes a bit so of course you have to wear it.
Ushijima thinks you look so nice in his clothes and he really likes how happy you look when he asks you to wear something, so he keeps doing it. That and he knows that sometimes people ask you out during his matches and he likes knowing that they’ll recognize his school colours or his jersey number and at that moment, he will send a calculated glare in their direction. And they will run for the hills, never to bother you again :)
I feel like he’s accidentally shrunk his clothes in the wash before and he just keeps them in a small pile in his room so that you can wear them when you come over. He also buys you proper house slippers that you can wear around his home because he wants you to be as comfy as possible.
Sometimes when you guys are just standing around waiting for a game to start, or if you’re all done eating lunch, he’ll unzip his track jacket and open it up so you can stand there and hug him, and he’ll hug you back with his hands in the pockets so it’s like you’re in the jacket with him (Tendo has definitely zipped it up before and trapped you guys in an awkward hug like stance and he will continue to do this because he thinks it’s hilarious. Has definitely snapped pictures of it and sent it to Ushijima. Ushijima saved it because it was kinda cute).
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nflstreet · 3 years ago
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I know I’m not the first person so say this, but the main problem with NFTs (besides the ecological impact) is that they’re all fucking ugly. The only ones I know of that aren’t ugly are the Top Shot ones, which are highlights of NBA players made into NFT format. There the most ‘excusable’ ones due to it having actual value to people outside total morons and money launderers, but at the same time I would rather spend the same amount of money to get a rare card that has an autograph and/or a piece of a game-worn jersey on it. You know, something I can physically hold and not have to boot up a computer or phone to show people. Something that someone would have to physically take from me and not something that can willy-nilly disappear from my collection because the website that it’s hosted on is ran by scammers who couldn’t give a shit less if their website’s security has more holes than a harem anime’s plot. Anyways, as someone else said, NFTs are what happens when STEM people try to create art.
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a-a-a-anon · 4 years ago
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Mac and Charlie re-wearing the same clothes across seasons
Credit to @tallydelphia​ because their catalog posts made it 1000% easier to find these shirts and the episodes they appear in!
Mac and Charlie have been wearing basically the same (”random thrift store chic”) clothes for 14 years. It’s really fitting to their characters - not only are Mac and Charlie the poorest of the Gang meaning that they can’t buy new clothes, but their shared “white trash” upbringing means that they’re not used to buying new clothes or throwing out old ones. Of the two, Charlie is more guilty of never changing his clothes probably because A: in 03x05 he refuses to buy new clothes and he said he’s been sewing his clothes back together for almost his entire life and B: he doesn’t have a sense of hygiene/style anyway (and possibly C: he exhibits non-neurotypical behavior where he can’t let go of the nostalgia/comfort of the clothes he’s constantly worn since he was at least 29). 
Compare that to the more vain and richly brought up Dennis and Dee, who are much less likely to re-wear the same clothes over so many years or so many times (even Dennis’ most iconic piece of clothing - a plaid shirt - isn’t one shirt he wears constantly because I’ve counted at least 13 differently-patterned plaid shirts he’s worn throughout the show. Dennis also keeps a few clothes across seasons, but they’re in noticeably better condition than Charlie or Mac’s. The man has refined taste, after all).
Non-exhaustive list of the other pieces of clothing Mac and Charlie held on to for a long time:
Mac’s navy blue Dickies, Mac’s busted up combat boots, Mac’s collection of Tommy Bahama shirts, Charlie’s black Vans, Charlie’s "San Juan, Washington", "O'Keefe Brewery" and "Eleven Point River" shirts, and Charlie’s Adidas black and red track jacket. 
See below the cut for the episode titles of the pictures above
Of course note that I didn’t screenshot every episode where they wore that shirt! For example, Charlie has worn his horse shirt and army jacket countless times, much more than 2 or 5. Nonetheless, here are the episode sources of the pics:
Charlie’s army jacket: 
01x01 The Gang Gets Racist
04x06 Mac & Charlie Die Pt 2
08x01 Pop-Pop: The Final Solution
10x07 Mac Kills His Dad
14x01 The Gang Gets Romantic
Mac’s “RIOT” shirt:
04x01 Mac & Dennis: Manhunters
04x02 The Gang Solves the Gas Crisis
05x08 Paddy's Pub: Home of the Original Kitten Mittens
07x02 The Gang Goes to the Jersey Shore
07x10 How Mac Got Fat
Charlie’s “Magna” shirt:
03x02 The Gang Gets Invincible
05x03 The Great Recession
08x04 Charlie and Dee Find Love
12x08 The Gang Tends Bar
14x01 The Gang Gets Romantic
Mac’s “Detroit”-styled-as-a-smoking-gun shirt :
06x02 Dennis Gets Divorced
07x07 Chardee MacDennis: The Game of Games
08x07 Frank's Back in Business
10x06 The Gang Misses the Boat
11x01 Chardee MacDennis 2: Electric Boogaloo
Charlie’s horse sleepwear shirt:
01x06 The Gang Finds a Dead Guy
14x01 The Gang Gets Romantic
Charlie’s MacGregor golf hoodie:
01x01 The Gang Gets Racist
14x4 The Gang Chokes
Charlie’s “Matco - Joe’s Tool Service” shirt:
03x09 Sweet Dee's Dating a R*tarded Person
07x09 The Gang Gets Trapped
Mac’s “13″ shirt:
02x07 The Gang Exploits a Miracle
06x03 The Gang Buys a Boat
Mac’s “Red River Roughriders” shirt:
04x02 The Gang Solves the Gas Crisis Part 2
06x03 The Gang Buys a Boat
Mac’s “Happy Fading” shirt:
06x05 Mac and Charlie: White Trash
14x04 The Gang Chokes
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