#lost boston

[roadtripnewengland]

Mechanics Building on Huntington Avenue, built in 1881- Boston, Massachusetts

[simmyfrobby]

*And people are wrong about urban myths. Logic and reason say that these are fictional creations, retold again and again by people who are hungry for evidence of weird coincidence, natural justice and so on. They aren’t. They keep on happening all the time, everywhere, as the stories bounce back and forth across the universe ... Urban myths are alive.

Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad.

(inspo.)

[multilevelmargoting]

Marie-Philip Poulin winking at the audience while refs make a call on her goal attempt

[socks1965]

WHO WANTS TO HUFF WITH ME???

[heartofsurgingflame]

Big fan of your blog's banner

here it is for your pleasure :) (i am not sure if tumblr lets you open header images as their own thing)

[rask]

bos @ van – feb 25, 2023: goalie goal celly/hug

sway lost his hat > ully grabs it > another hug 

[heretherebedork]

Nick reaches out to comfort Boston and Boston just doesn't know what to make of it. He might accept it the first time but the second time that's just a no thank you moment.

This just... I keep thinking about this. About how Boston looks at Nick when he reaches out and then how quick he is to reject him the second time, to remove Nick from his pain entirely when faced with a situation out of his own control.

Boston might be sleeping the same bed as Nick in that moment but he is not there. He is a million miles away trying to figure out where he went wrong with Ray while in the first one he knows where he is and what's going on and who said what and why.

Boston craves control and he fights for it with tooth and nail and manipulation and his dick and everything he's got he will fight to be the one in control of the people around him. But no one can control everything.

Just... his eyes. The first time, he looks at Nick in genuine surprise that he was reaching out and then that turns to acceptance because he understands that in the moment. But after the party? After Ray's implosion? Nothing of the sort. No acceptance. No want to be comforted. Boston is calculating where he went wrong and what happened.

But also Boston's shock at Nick reaching out. Boston is, surprisingly regularly, given a little surprise by Nick. Always emotional. Always about how Nick looks at him and sees him and how Nick seems to view him so, so differently than any of his friends do.

And then Boston turns away from him. Turns his back to him and rejects his comfort entirely because that is a moment that Boston doesn't want to be confused or touched because everything he gets from that is gone.

I am going in circles with this but anyway I love the comparison between these two moments in their similarity but also their differences. From outside on a date to after the self destruction of a friend, sunlight to darkness, from acceptance to rejection, from confusion to dark eyes... it's that amazing change that he shows just with his eyes and a tilt of his head and a roll of his body.

[hyenabeanz]

Lol so I made a comment on a FB post in a fan group about Emma Greco signing with Boston that was basically "NOOOOO Minnesota's hockey wives now will be rivals! Minnesota's loss," and someone who appears to be Emma Greco's mom liked it.

[puckpocketed]

8/05/2024 - Macklin Celebrini for NHL on ESPN

[bird-inacage]

Only Friends Episode 1 | Messy Jealousy

Oof Boston's knowing little smirk. But look how the turn tables when the boy starts getting jealous himself. Their faces in the last scene had me rolling, not gonna lie. Do they even realise how they look? They're not even trying to pretend they don't hate him (for different reasons).

[forcebookish]

it's not lost on me that top shoves mew against a wall and tries to kiss him but when mew stops him he backs off in the same episode that boston shoves top against a wall and gropes him but doesn't stop when top tells him to stop

seems to be lost on a lot of other people though😒

[simmyfrobby]

hey so quick question am i insane and delusional for thinking this or does it kinda look like patrice is kissing the cup

and also.. brad.. ?

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Lost Boys

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam

Summary: After Jonathan Lane Kent wipes himself from existence by canceling his own timeline, he finds himself stuck in the afterlife where he meets Jason Todd. He still wonders about the life un-lived on Earth, and how his parents would've felt about him.

Jason Todd, who is making the most of being dead, struggles with the reality of what he's left behind. He has one wish and one wish only: to send his family one final message.

Chapters: 6/?

Characters: Jonathan Lane Kent (Laney), Jason Todd, Catherine Todd, Boston Brand, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, John Constantine, Raven, Talia al Ghul, Ra's al Ghul, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake

Relationships: Platonic JayLaney

Additional Tags: Angst, Platonic Relationships, Magical Jason Todd, Resurrected Jason Todd, Queerplatonic Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, POV Multiple

Chapter Six: Happy Trails (Jason's POV)

After my resurrection, I started seeing things and hearing voices, but they weren't talking to me. They were talking about me. After my dip in the pit, I knew I was stuck with them. Sometimes in the daytime, I would lie awake and listen to them talk. The spooky one would come and go, but the one in the weird Superman costume never left my side. Sometimes I felt like I knew him from somewhere. Sometimes he would sing songs to me when we were alone or talk as if he didn't know I could hear him. I wanted to give in and speak to him most times, but I was afraid that I'd lose my mind completely if I did.

I didn't realize how much I would need him until I found out about Tim Drake. "You all right?" Talia asked. Her voice was clear, calm, and tinted with a hint of concern.

"Sure. Why wouldn't I be all right?" I lied. Once she was gone, I could hear the faintest whisper from my imaginary friend. I started to cry as I continued to try to ignore him.

"Jason, I'm so sorry," he said loud enough for me to hear. I looked away from the wall and directly at him. "Jason? You can see me?"

"What do you want from me?" I asked in tears. I finally succumbed to it. It didn't matter to me anymore if I was losing it or not. I just wanted to talk to somebody.

"Jason, it's me. Have you been ignoring me this whole time?" he asked. I nodded.

"I don't know who you are or if you're real. I just—. Can you sit down?" I asked. He nodded and sat at the table. I pulled myself together and sat back down. "Who are you?"

"Jason, it's me," he pleaded with me, "It's Laney. We're best friends. Why don't you—? Jason, don't you remember me?"

I shook my head and laughed. "No... I don't know who you are because you aren't real. You're not. This is just my brain damage and emotional trauma manifesting itself," I rationalized. Laney frowned. I pushed a hand through my hair and took a few nauseated breaths.

"This isn't who you are, Jason. We used to talk about it all the time... You said you wanted to tell Bruce you loved him, that he was a father to you. I know you're hurt, but has that changed?" Laney asked. I didn't answer him. "You don't believe me, do you? How can I prove it to you?"

"Prove what to me? I don't even understand what you're—."

"I'm a ghost. We were friends in heaven or the afterlife or whatever it was... And you disappeared, but Boston and I—. We uh—. I don't exist anymore, but you can do everything that I can't. You have a second chance, and Catherine wanted that for you," Laney whispered, "Jason..."

I started feeling panicked when he mentioned Ma, but I pushed the feelings back and went to bed. He stayed with me even after our conversation. When I woke up, Laney was still there, and his friend was back. "I'm not leaving him... Boston, I promised myself I would never leave him. So you can give me the address of the nearest person who can see ghosts, or you can come with us and help me prove that we're not just hallucinations," Laney snapped. I lay still and listened.

"The closest person I know isn't the kind of guy you ask for help. He's more trouble than he's worth—."

"Who is he, and where is he? Boston," Laney pleaded angrily through his clenched teeth.

"If he can prove that you two are real, I'm game... Actually, matter-of-fact, if you two are real, I'll do whatever the hell you want me to," I replied. Laney floated above the ground in a seated position, biting his nails. "Scout's honor."

"Jason, you were never a scout," Laney replied, "If we can prove that we're real, I want you to do just as we planned. Talk to our families."

I nodded, and Boston shook his head. "Jason, kid, you don't wanna go on and learn the hard way. Why can't you just take our word for it?" Boston asked. "Jay..."

I looked at Laney, and he softened up. "Jason, if you can't remember me, then you can't believe what I mean when I say that I know you in ways that you don't even know yourself anymore... And you won't be able to see that I just want to help you."

I wondered if he loved me. The way he spoke to me was like nothing I'd ever heard. I sometimes thought my mind made him up for comfort. Maybe he was real, and he was trying to protect me. I knew one thing for sure, everything he said was what I wanted to hear. I think that's what scared me the most. If he wasn't real, all I was doing was second-guessing myself.

They continued to argue back and forth, and I took my shower and got dressed before cutting out. Laney followed closely behind me. "Two choices. San Francisco, but you run the risk of seeing your brother or Louisiana meet this Constantine guy, and I hear he's more trouble than he's worth," Laney offered. Both choices sounded terrible, but I think he knew I'd pick anything over the idea of running into Dick. "Jason, I know you don't wanna risk seeing Dick if he's in San Francisco, but—."

"But nothing. I'm not risking everything I have planned. What happens if you're just my mind's way of sabotaging me?" I asked. He looked over my shoulder and waited for me to make eye contact.

"I don't want to sabotage you... I'd never do that. Jason, I know you're scared of what he'll say or think or do... But, just try to think. If this Constantine guy is as unpredictable as Boston says, don't you think you'd be safer if—."

I stopped just as I realized how crazy I must've seemed, talking to thin air. "Listen, on the off chance that you're real. Cool, great, good. But, on the chances that you're just a pretty little kindhearted and nurturing hallucination, my mind made up to change me back into the sweet boy you're saying I used to be... I don't wanna take any chances on screwing this up," I mumbled.

"You weren't always sweet. You were just as stubborn dead as you are alive. Either way, I promised your mom I'd find you, and I did. You're alive. I can't take that away from you, but I can look out for you," Laney whispered, "You don't have to talk to me out here. I know what it looks like. Just know when you find out that I'm not a hallucination and that there is actually someone on this planet that would move heaven and hell for you... I won't rub it in."

Secretly, I kind of hoped he was telling the truth. I needed him. Like it or not, I didn't know how I'd be able to bear the loneliness without him. So that was it. I was on my way to Louisiana to see a man about a ghost.

[socks1965]

WHO'S FUCKIN LOOKING FOR A GOOD TIME????

[daccordaugust]

Be normal about the Bruins goalies for one singular hour challenge.

[kamari2038]

Aaaaaagh just look at him! What a beauty.