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lousirs · 1 year ago

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this is a dump about the uglydolls movie novel 💋💋💋

Alrighty I'm basically a regular here SO LETS GET TO IT

lodoeheie so I just got the movie novel of uglydolls because i need to fill my hunger for uglydolls content and THERE R SO MANY LITTLE DETAILS AND DIFFERENCES IN THE BOOK???!!???

ok so Lou's monologue in the pipes are completely different and they kind of point out details about Lou like his loafers being expensive and allat

BUT IM NOT TALING ABOTU TAGT

there's this one part in the book where they are about to reveal Ox after the all dolled up scene and instead of Ox, Nolan was behind Lou???? I think it was just supposed to show how awkward Nolan is idk 💀💀

ALSO for some reason I feel like EVERUTIME Nolan made an appearance they always described him as "the handsome doll" and I find that so so silly but I love it

oh YEYEHA it's implied in the book that the dolls wear their own clothes when they aren't doing training which was not the case in the movie (probably due to animation complications)

in the gauntlet scene, in the book, it was Mandy who kinda taunted Lou to participate in the gauntlet rather than him deciding to buy himself. Also it made me think why he even decided to join it in both medias when he knew he'd fail but my friend and I just established that at that point he was probably already batshit crazy and had nothing to lose

the whole Ox flashback part was longer and had more details to it. So both Lou and Ox went for the gauntlet together and completed it but it showed that they failed and everyone thought it was Ox that caused them to fail when it was really Lou (kind of sad that Lou probably knew it was himself and had to put the blame on Ox)

it was also mentioned that both Lou and Nolan have somewhat of a muscular build so time to make some new head cannons

IM SO SORRY THAT THESE POINTS WERE ALL OVER THE PLACE AND THERE'S TYPOS EVERYWHERE

I just found thrse so interesting I'm so sorry

the book is pretty good imo (probably biased) and there's more stuff than what I put here so DEFINITELY go read it for yourself

why hello, we meet again... time for more rambling xD STRAP IN EVERYONE!

yes!! i've known about the novel for a hot minute. i haven't bought or read it (...yet) but i remember seeing silentreadersmatter (i believe?) post about it on wattpad... so shoutout to them lol. anywho time to respond to each thing mentioned in order (just about)...

lou with loafers!!: i always assumed he wore some sort of fancy shoewear... so it's nifty that they added clarification i guess xD

awkward nolan: awkward nolan is the superior nolan (in my opinion. i'm sorry lads)... i see nolan be depicted as a 'uwu soft boy bottom" most of the time... but i always thought he was just a awkward doll. like, an anxious mess that is trying his best but fumbles constantly. he's a ball of anxiety, and i love him. ANYWAYS

buff nolan real??: GOSH, I AM SO GLAD SOMEONE NOTICED THE MUSCULAR NOLAN THING. i always imagined nolan to be taller than the other dolls (he isn't really in the film but i always headcanoned it so because his uniform is smaller as if he was too big for it) but once i saw him be called "handsome" and "tall" and "muscular" in the novel, i flipped. the little baby boy is actually a BIG BUFF BABY. i have a doodle of this from a few months ago heheh... (thank you for giving me an excuse to show it because it's been lingering in my files for a while LMAO)

^^^ lou is just trying to act evil and devious but he got this tall, handsome muscular doll getting in his way xD

ohhh but i can just imagine instead of the robot dog taking lou to the washer, nolan personally picks him up and drags him there. now THAT'S a moment i want to see.

fashion: oh, i didn't know about the clothes thing! DAMNIT i want to see them all in casual clothing, so i know what kind of styles they wear!! i mean, there's a concept art with lou in a white jumper with a golden 'L' on it... but that's all.

i have my headcanons for what they wear, but it would be cool to see... especially since most other dolls normally do have numerous outfits for the kids to dress them up in.

gauntlet: yeah, lou kinda lost the plot around that point. i would take a guess that he was probably unnerved by just basically killing two dolls, one that he knew (possibly for a while) and one that was close to his old friend, so when he saw mandy still alive he was like "well sh*t." and then came the downward spiral of him trying to sabotage the others, before inevitably sabotaging himself. ...but i think the book's version of mandy getting the crowds to peer pressure lou to joining the gauntlet made more sense (lou's reputation would be at stake and his reputation is basically all he has) than him joining anyways in the film. i guess they tried to make it make more sense with the whole "I don't even have to win. I just need to make sure you lose." but ehh... eh....

ox's tragic anime backstory: yes!! they should've done this version in the film honestly. perhaps they could've even shown lou's regret for lying to basically his only friend. ...oh wait, i forgot. lou's meant to be a 100% evil villain who kicks babies. anyways, again i feel that the novel made more sense than the canon we got in film. i guess in the film ox got recycled because he was causing others to fail by accident? but the novel's version is much more interesting.

if i remember correctly (and if i don't, count this as a rewritten version lol) the assistant robots took ox away after he 'failed' in the novel. i can imagine a scene where we are in ox's perspective, being forcefully dragged away to the pipes whilst lou looks at him, dread and sadness written across his face, yet he doesn't try to stop the robots. he just stands there, biting back his guilt. ohh... if only...

STRONG BOYS!!: heheheheh strong nolan and lou... would be funny if nolan didn't appear strong, but is actually stronger than lou. but then again, how can you tell if the doll is strong? they all look like same. lou says his arms are bumped or whatever in ugly truth but WHERE? WHERE'S THE BUMPED ARMS LOU??

anywho, thank you for the novella lore dump! for anyone who is interested, go check out the novel as well. it's pretty interesting if you are deep into doll purgatory. (also it's mentioned that ox used to wear a fedora from what i remember)(THAT IS TERRIBLE. I LOVE IT)

#uglydolls #ask #asks #not art #uglydolls lou #uglydolls nolan #uglydolls ox #uglydolls mandy

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eusuntgratie · 2 months ago

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2024 Writing Round Up

tagged by the wonderful @cha-melodius <3 thank you i love this!

i published 33 fics in 2024 🥳 101k words across 9 fandoms! i MIGHT get one more up by the end of the year but we'll see!

FEBRUARY

dance with me so we don't cry (rwrb, firstprince, T, 1500 words) a songfic au inspired by lonely dancers by conan gray. henry and alex have a meet cute in a club after having their hearts broken.

APRIL

ya girl was BUSY in april why did i publish so much fic this month?!?

thirst trap (911 rpf, ryliver, M, 500 words) baby's first ryliver! oliver takes a slutty gym selfie with a special surprise.

this could be a disaster (rwrb rpf, taynick, E, 44k) my slutty magnum opus finished posting in april! an au of sorts where covid didn't happen and we got a press tour for rwrb...and sluttery and shenanigans ensued.

you could've texted (911 rpf, ryliver, E, 1400 words) oliver reacts to ryan's insta story

chapter 1 of disaster (taylor's version) (rwrb rpf, taynick, M, 1500 words) taylor's pov of chapter 3 of this could be a disaster

MAY

hungry (hockey rpf, tknp, M, 800 words) Nolan's a succubus, TK is down bad as always

chili (the falcon & the winter soldier, sarahbucky, G, 150 words) sarah and bucky share a quiet moment in the kitchen

JUNE

quiet (911 rpf, ryliver, E, 800 words) the inevitable result of me learning that oliver shared a villa with ryan and his wife at aisha's wedding i don't know how to say it (hockey rpf, sidgeno & sidgenotanger, E, 3k) an omegaverse au where geno reacts to kris getting called up, kris falls in immediate lust with sid, and sid plays everybody like a fiddle to get what he wants. my 2024 sidgeno exchange fic!

after hours (rwrb, firstprince, E, 5k, at least one chapter left to post) alex is a (very hot) mechanic, henry is a visiting professor at UT Austin.

montana (hockey rpf, sid/anna, E, 1200 words) anna shows up to sid's place in montana and pegs him. that's it that's the fic.

JULY

couldn't help it (rwrb, firstprince, M, 400 words) the first of many kiss prompts. canon compliant reunion kiss at lake lbj.

then don't (chambers & kissing booth, kissingchambers, G, 600 words) a soft and sweet marco/elliott meet cute

fearless and fierce (teen wolf, stisaac, M, 600 words) a desperate post-battle kiss

already over (rwrb, alex/raf, E, 7k) hands down one of my favorite fics i wrote this year. a canon-compliant alex/raf fic.

your turn (hockey rpf, tknp, M, 300 words) it's not gay if you don't kiss on the lips, right?

AUGUST

close calls (rwrb, firstprince, T, 2k) alex is a musician and henry is his long-suffering bodyguard

laundry room light (911 rpf, ryliver, E, 800 words) oliver comes over to help ryan fix a light, and also rail him while his wife is upstairs

we've got time (rwrb, firstprince, T, 500 words) a soft and slow early morning firstprince kiss

SEPTEMBER

drink me up (roswell new mexico, malex, E, 3k) michael walks into the wild pony while alex is working the bar and has to blow him about it (a different first meeting au)

i wanna be in your bloodstream (rwrb, firstprince, E, 1700 words) alex is a vampire and henry is very, very into it

OCTOBER

Batman, Wolfman, Frankenstein or Dracula (chambers & kissing booth, kissingchambers, T, 600 words) Marco finds a welcome distraction from Elle at the Halloween dance

boys will be boys (rnm rpf, vlamburn, E, 800 words) things get a little spicy after tyler and vlamis take pics for the Burn the World Down vlambase merch drop

voice note (rwrb rpf, taynick + a bonus mystery character, E, 4k) disaster-verse; taylor's partner gets involved. just fun and smutty, not angsty!

it's a bad idea, right? (rnm rpf, vlamburn, E, 2k) what if vlamis had a ronen rubinstein-esque reaction to shooting with tyler and sucked his dick about it?

come find me in the crowd, love (teen wolf, sterica, T, 600 words) Stiles and Erica kiss at a party to make Derek jealous, but end up having too much fun to worry about him.

tell 'em i'm a good kisser (rwrb rpf, taynick, T, 400 words) Taylor finds Nick a little tipsy at the Oscars After Party

baby, it's alright (roswell new mexico, malex and michael & nora, T, 900 words) Nora's POV of the Caulfield scene. I'm sorry.

NOVEMBER

chaos theory (rwrb, firstprince, T, 800 words) henry watching alex and nora dance, but at a halloween party where nobody's famous

mississppi (roswell new mexico, malex, M, 2k) alex calls michael before his second deployment

not like this (rwrb rpf, taynick, T, 400 words) older taynick. they're still hot.

DECEMBER

conformation (roswell new mexico, malexa, E, 6k) a sex club bdsm au bc we deserve nice things (like michael in a harness with a collar and leather leash)

make you feel safe (rnm rpf, vlamburn, T, 1400 words) posted today! a little hurt/comfort set during 3x09 filming

no pressure tagging some folks bc this was fun to look at!

@onward--upward @captainjunglegym @stnichols @faketrex @taste-thewaste

@cuprun @matriayawrites @jdeanmorgan

@insecuregodcomplex @firstprincehornyramblings @onthewaytosomewhere @thighzp @rewritetheending

#grace writes #a lot apparently #woo hoo #2024 year in review

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meekspeaks · 5 months ago

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september prompts: anderperry 20.

@soobiesworld thank you so so much for sending in all your requests - i haven't had the best evening so having something to write has really lifted my spirits and gotten me out of bed, and i always look at every single nice comment you leave, either on the post itself or in the tags when you repost them and i love every single one of them and u. thank u so much.

prompt list !!

anderperry - bike ride !!

Todd shoulders an old, worn backpack as he and Neil struggle to get the bikes out of their locks. Keating had managed to haggle with McAllister, who had in turn been able to pull together some form of health bribe with the gym teacher, who had then managed to tell Nolan that bike riding for at least an hour a day was essential to the health of the boys.

Keating had winked playfully as he recounted this information to the poets, knowing their deeper motive. Freedom.

Neil straps his map down to the handlebars with his Wellton tie, "You all set, Todd?"

Todd nods, scarf poised and ready to shield him from the harsh wind.

Neil laughs, kissing him on the forehead quickly so no one would see, and then they set off into the distance and towards the gates of Wellton. They typically weren't allowed too far out, but what Nolan doesn't know won't hurt him.

The wheels creak as they spur to life, the metal of the brakes cold against Todd's icy hands, but he's never felt more alive. They pick up speed as Wellton turns its decrepit back on them, as its aged claws shrink into the distance and they let the wind kiss their cheeks pink and turn them young again, alight their childish spirit.

Todd pulls his scarf down, "Where do we turn here?"

Neil takes a minute, and then shouts over his shoulder, "We take a left!"

As they turn left, they go racing down a hill, and Neil laughs as the autumn leaves cascade up and around them as they cycle through those that are scattered on the ground, falling like stars into the dusty blonde of Todd's hair, adorning him in a crown of fall beauty. He almost forgets to look at the road in front of them.

They cycle through and past beautiful fields and roads, laughing at all the kids they see who, like themselves, should be at school, and they finally arrive at their destination.

A lovely church, tall and ancient, which towers over them greatly, making them cower in the presence of grace and manmade wonder. When they park their bikes and head inside, the praises and songs of ancient worship echo off their walls, chilling them to the very bone.

Todd looks around in awe, pulling him camera out of his bag and snapping a couple photos. Neil follows him in, wearing an expression quite the same as the aisles stretch on ahead of them. Neil's yawp echoes off the walls, a strike of youth against the aged stone.

"Isn't it gorgeous? I saw it on the map, but I didn't think it'd look like this..."

Todd just makes a vague noise, clearly constructing poetry in his head, writing and re-writing symphonies of english and observation.

"I just... thought you'd like it."

That makes him turn around.

"You mapped out this entire trip... for me?"

Neil shrugs. "Just that... it seemed like a good place to just be you. You could sit and write poetry here, or-- or maybe just get away, if-- if things are too much."

Todd blinks. "Neil..."

"And I kinda wanted to-- to see it, too. And I thought that if we went together, you could also figure out the route, if you ever wanted to come, um, alone."

"Neil, you..." Todd stammers, before he gives in and pulls Neil into a hug, knocking all the wind out of him.

"Thank you so much. It's beautiful."

"I don't think it's used for services anymore." Neil says. "I think it's abandoned, just for people to see. So..."

Todd pulls back. "It's ours. This is our place. Do any of the poets know about this?"

"No."

"Good. I want it to stay between us." Todd says, eyes deadly serious behind the soft brown knit of his scarf. "I want this to be our place. We can run away from our parents here. We can run away from Hellton, here, we can-- we can be us, here."

Neil smiles gently. "We can be us."

"Your father can't find us. Neither can mine." Todd pecks him chastely. "Just us."

Neil huffs a laugh, pulling him in by that stupidly cute scarf and whispering "just us" against his lips before he closes that small gap and kisses him sweetly.

They spend more time in there, and Todd snaps a couple of pictures of Neil and then takes one of the both of them, pocketing it with a smile reserved only for them.

They clamber back onto their bikes and hurry back to Wellton, alive with love and wonder as they settle down into Keating's class, shooting looks at each other any chance they get and hiding childish smiles behind their hands.

When they get into their dorm that night, Todd pins the photo to their wall, and Neil kisses him sweetly and softly, holds him gently as they both fall asleep together.

#hehhehehe i hope you like this one !!!#tried to make it super autumnal #and a bit poetic #prompt games !!#dead poets society #neil perry #todd anderson #anderperry #dps #dead poets society fandom #dead poets society fanfic

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imomisoplays · 3 months ago

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Ham Ramen

Hello, tombler!

I’ll be moving on to Nanami Ito’s household soon, so I thought I’ll indulge myself with this last recipe (for a while!) from the ranch. However, today we’re not cooking with Stella, but please welcome (a) very special guest(s) – give it up for Osh Coush B'Gosh! It’s the club's (puny) name for cousins Leia, Soleil and Frejr. A little refresher if needed: Leia and Soleil are Stella’s children, while Frejr is Vienna’s son. Stella and Vienna are daughters of Kiyoshi Ito, making everybody introduced in this post Kiyoshi's grandkids. I consider adding Nanami's kids to the cousins' club too when they're older, since Kiyoshi and his wife Aria basically raised Nanami in my game. Phew, maybe a detailed family tree is needed for context.

One of the club's activities is to watch movie, and @midnitehearts's Studio Ghibli Movie Mod enabled us to watch Ponyo, an animated movie from the renowned Japanese production house Studio Ghibli. The gorgeous television set is the TELLY by @charlypancakes -- I use this television set everywhere, as the modern frame version can be seen in the background on Vienna's house here. So, so versatile. And if the TV is not centered on the fireplace, please pardon my (lack of) object-placement skill 😅

Soleil and Frejr are feeling particularly hungry after watching the scene where Sousuke and Ponyo eats ramen. The iconic "It's ham!" surely made their stomachs growl. Also, look at how cute they are. They will become teenagers soon, look at those puppy eyes! My friend told me this is exactly how parents felt seeing their kids growing up and becoming older. What a turn of events that I get to feel this with my imaginary sims children first. 🥹

As insinuated with some hints above, today we are cooking ham ramen from Ponyo. The recipe cc is made by @oni28 (click here to download). Please be aware that you would need to have Oni's Recipe Pack Mod (updated regularly on their Patreon) for the recipe to appear in your game.

Let me also introduce you to today's cook: Leia Ren. She's a straight A student on Chestnut Ridge High School, working part-time as a video game streamer and with an interest in robotics. Leia had the opportunity to graduate early, but since she hasn't decided what she wants to do for college, she still attended school as usual. Leia also helps in taking care of the horses, but she's not a hardcore horse person (completely different story with Soleil).

Ingredients for this recipe is simple but guaranteed to taste good: soft-boiled eggs, ham, and instant ramen. Loving the nod to the OG Nissin’s Chicken ramen package here. Leia's CC earrings are from @nolan-sims and can be downloaded here -- I always have at least one sim who uses a variation of Nolan's earrings for every outfit. Leia's mom Stella used to be that sim, but I revamped her style to be more refined (...or snob. Stella is that lady who lives in a ranch, owns two horses and does gardening everyday while being a snob y'all) as she grew older, so I'd like to imagine Stella passed down all these cute accessories to her daughter.

Leia slices the eggs and the ham. Are you wondering where Soleil and Frejr are? Well, they're on the kitchen too, stealing ham one slice at a time.

Leia starts boiling water to cook the instant ramen. The entire kitchen could hear Soleil's stomach growls. Our puppy Sol is shy because he's the only one being hungry, if only he knew Frejr is too but apparently a better actor.

After the ramen is cooked and plated, place the slices of ham and boiled eggs, and garnish with green onion. I love how @oni28 even made the bowl exactly like in the movie. It's the detail for me.

WE LOVE HAM! AND RAMEN! And we clearly do not have time for obligatory dining table photoshoot today, since the boys already went in and obliterated the food.

Ending the post with another angle of my Sol puppy. Next time we see him on this blog, he might probably be a teenager already... Ah, the hearts you'll break, young lad. Anyway, see you on the next one. Dag dag!

P.S. Detailed cooking process for ham ramen is taken from this post and this post.

Imomiso’s note: This post is originally posted on the now deleted blog.

#sims 4 #sims 4 cc #sims 4 custom content #sims 4 gameplay #simblr #oni28 #type: mains #type: anime foods #sims: leia ren #club: osh cous b'gosh #repost

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outcastpack · 10 months ago

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WIP Wednesday Thursday Game (by @kedreeva)

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

Requested/Friend event mentions under the cut! If you'd like to be pinged next week, send me a message to ask!

Tagged by @equallyloyalandlethal

File names

Liam's Bi crisis

IWDIAOOY rewrite

IWDIAOOY - Nalecett?

Sceo/Thiam Star wars au (scenes)

Prison angst

Snippet from IWDIAOOY-Nalecett

"What the hell does that even mean?" Alec asked, squinting up at the lacrosse player with confusion. Nothing Brett was saying was making any sense. Hell, he didn't even know why Brett had come here to see him now that Nolan was gone and out the picture.

"I mean, I was jealous of you, yeah. We both know how infuriatingly adorable Nolan can be." Brett said, repeating things that they've both known for over a year now, Brett's want slash crush on Nolan was fairly apparent, to all but the oblivious blonde.

Hell, it's why Brett even hung out with them, getting whatever chance he could to get close to Nolan even if he was with Alec himself at the time and making that crush known to the smaller shaggy haired boy.

Alec's eyes widened a little as Brett stepped closer into his space and peered down at him with some kind of look that he couldn’t decipher. "But I was also jealous of Nolan too."

What? Why would Brett be jealous of Nolan? They had both got scholarships, and Alec wasn't blind to see that Brett was subjectively the better player out of the two of them.

He couldn't think of any reason that Brett would be jealous of -

Almost as if he could see the unasked question behind Alec’s eyes, Brett finally spoke.

"He got to have you." Brett whispered with a gentleness the boy had never, ever seen or heard from the tall player, an almost shy smile joining the softness.

Tagging

@transdunbar @wolfboy88 @thiamsxbitch @chasing-chimeras @theoceanismyinkwell @ksbbb @hemlocksandfoxgloves @raekensarcher

#wip game #wip wednesday game #but on thursday #my writing #IWDIAOOY #nalecett #nolan holloway #alec teen wolf #brett talbot #teen wolf

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thornsinmycrown · 1 year ago

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REQUESTS

Hello again my fellow delulu-men enjoyers! 🩷 I really don't know if I can keep up with requests since I've never really written through them, but I want to make an attempt as a way to exploit my creativity, so I'll make a short list of characters and rules I will be attaching for this dynamic to work.

RULES

Check my rules & guidelines post to know more about the contents allowed on this blog before you request anything.

Although I like writing dark! or yandere! content, these pieces are mostly in the soft side, and my blog is not exclusively about this topics, if you want something more moderated or sfw, feel free to ask.

I do not write male!reader, I'm sorry but I'm not a male and therefore I can't really depict the experience, I do write gn! though.

I can write dub-con, however, consider this kinds of requests will take maybe longer than other requests.

I will reserve the right to decline in case its something that makes me uncomfortable.

I WILL NOT DO

Incest step-cest, pedo, pregnancy or lactation, underage or age-play (both character and reader), piss, scat kink or similar fluids, vore, r*pe, heavy gore or bestiality, cheating, hurt no comfort, abuse, omegaverse.

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

Ewan McGregor's filmography (you just name it, I'll do my homework ☺️).

Ryan Gosling's filmography.

Benedict Cumberbatch's filmography.

Pedro Pascal's filmography.

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR

Marvel (MCU + Sony).

Star Wars.

BBC Sherlock.

Christopher Nolan's Batman trilogy.

DCEU.

Doctor Who.

The Boys.

Hunger Games.

ASOIAF.

Twilight.

NOTE: Essentially, any character you've ever read in this blog enters the list, if you want a character that is not mentioned here or from a fandom not listed here too, you can ask for it and I'll reply if I do write for them or can give you recs of another writers who do.

You want to do a request? Send it here! status: open

#requests #navigation

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genshoomf · 8 months ago

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answered all on twitter so cross-posting here 💖

1. non-alcoholic i feel like he is unironically a #waterguy but also fucks with sprite/dr pepper. alcoholic i am not very versed in but i think hes a big tequila enjoyer Or a psycho that regularly drinks zombies

2. sweet!!! he has a big sweet tooth, especially for fruit flavors

3. he fucks hard w any kind of authentic soft shell taco situation, probably like tacos al pastor…. its about the pineapple.

4. BREAKFAST 💪 hes always on that breakfast grind, tho he is very much a snacker esp on training days to keep up w the mental strain of his TK

5. i cant see him being a Huge fish guy which is funny being from LA but hes also not picky, overly salty stuff is the most Blegh to him

6. he has a pretty good spice tolerance for a white guy!! but i think if something was too hot but good enough he'd thug it out anyway

7. probably some kind of ocean critter since he loves the water so much. perhaps sea turtles i think he feels a spiritual connection with crush from finding nemo

8. just boxers unless its VERY cold and then he will begrudgingly wear sweats/pj pants also

9. when solo usually side or between side/belly sleeping, and with his bf hes on the big spoon grind 100%

10. morning person!! byproduct of when he was contracted and on a strict training regimen i think but also he just naturally wakes up and gets started quite early

11. fairly easy to wake up, not enough that quiet noises would do it but someone nudging him gets him awake pretty quick

12. ohhh.. depends on what the base schedule is like for the day! but usually either training w nolan & the squad or studying or lounging around with his bf

13. lighter summery scents probably. stuff like coconut or citrus!

14. he doesnt use cologne often just bc well. doesnt have any reason to after he stopped being a celebrity but he is a tom ford azure lime user most of the time

15. showers always 💪

16. abysmal LOL his parents/mom always cooked for him growing up and then he just ate a lot of vought sponsored food and by the time he was an adult and living 'alone' he was contracted and had staff to cook for him. he knows how to make protein shakes

17. SUMMERRRRR its his birthday season AND he just has so many good memories of summer surfing as a kid once the weather is consistently nice out he Needs to be at a beach

18. actually tough bc he didnt have much family to celebrate with growing up so. half-hearted christmas ig?

19. he makes and gives gifts rly frequently! usually little metal trinkets or useful tools with his abilities, almost everyone hes friends with has gotten the 'hey i made this for you :)'

20. hes 6'2"! he likes his height just fine, good for swimming but made surfing more of a challenge when he got tall after his growth spurts but still he persevered

21. none :( i think he's always wanted to learn guitar but just never had the time to actually have hobbies

22. yeas! not trained at all but he sang a lot w his mama growing up so hes just very comfortable with his voice

23. only sometimes, usually when hes deep in the zone while studying he'll kinda mumble to himself without realizing as a way to talk problems out w himself

24. YES!!! hes a HUGE 70s/80s music enjoyer bc it was how he and his mom bonded. she brought him up on artists like fleetwood mac, rhcp, phil collins, tears for fears, abba etc so its what he loves. he loves the soft rock/pop-rock genres a lot w the occasional dip into 90s hiphop

25. decently yeah! hes friendly and very social but hes also a poor judge of character so debatable that he makes friends with people who are good for him. supe socialization and culture makes it harder for him to be vulnerable and friendly with ppl he feels in competition with

26. very surprised and immediately pretty emotional he is, at heart, a sensitive cancer boy so hed be really happy that ppl went to the effort for him!

27. hes actually very familiar with many flowers bc his last ex was a supe with plant manipulation abilities! his fav is probably parrot's beak but he also likes most lilies, crown imperials, blue poppies, bird of paradise etc - bright and interesting flowers

28. very positive LOL as a supe whos primary ability is metal manipulation hes almost always wearing jewelry to have 'material' on him, namely rings and a few necklaces. he also just likes jewelry in general and its something he gifts a lot too, he thinks more men should wear it

29. after his dad left when he was ~10 his mom didnt want to wear her wedding ring anymore so jason took it and has worn it in some form ever since. it was also the first thing he ever manipulated as a kid when his abilities manifested so it means a lot to him to always wear

30. fashion forward but also depends who you ask. he is very influenced by 70s/80s + y2k fashion so he dresses well in that sense but it also does make him stick out a fair bit

31. boxers usually but also has been known to fuck with a boxer briefs situation

32. he does not but he has had tv make up done before for interviews and his movies!

33. also does not but hes probably let girlfriends paint his nails before in the past just for funsies

34. he keeps his hair fairly long by mens standards and even when he does get it cut its just a trim, he likes his hair too much to get rid of it

35. hadnt thought about it but deciding live: yes

36. probably had a girlfriend teach him so he could do her hair before so yes! proficient at braiding

37. not necessarily scared of it but he doesnt enjoy lightning, its something he has to be careful abt while flying since hes always wearing metal + hes naturally weak to it

38. nah LOL even if he isnt indestructible like some supes hes still very durable and hard to take down, he was contracted for a reason and one of them being bc hes tough!

39. he has an enhanced immune system and is completely resistant to 99% of viruses so hes never been sick 🫶

40. totally ok with blood he has killed before

41. he used to be contracted by LA as long beach's supe so he was paid EXTREMELY well as young as 20, and after that he made more on sponsorships, his own movies, branded stuff etc. he still makes passive income off of it even now

42. he's very happy being with konni. he loved being contracted but after realizing how deeply vought was using him he can't see being A Superhero the same anymore. as sweet as he is, being proactive with konni in destabilizing vought is extremely fulfilling to him, he loves it

43. very creative in the sense that hes excellent at creating 3D objects just from imagination! he has a good sense of aesthetics and color etc

44. hes probably alright at sketching loosely but hes not really a fan of 2D mediums. if he draws smth its to get ideas on what to build

45. honestly not much around base besides his phone, anything else he'd need he can either make himself w nearby metal. even when Out he only brings along his wallet too

46. yes!!!! his particular poison is anything orange flavored - suckers, hard candy, gummies etc

47. he aint picky but leaning towards fast foods or street food for sure

48. hes an incredible swimmer! used to do it a lot more when he was younger in tandem w surfing but he stuck with swim more bc it was more accessible. he gets mopey when he hasnt been swimming in a while

49. his healing factor is quick enough that he doesnt scar so hes skin is #flawless

50. his handwriting is pretty neat i think? he takes a lot of notes while studying and writes out info abt his alloys v frequently so its very legible, probably pretty cute! on the loopy side

#jason

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2/4/24.

Cult Figures first appeared on the scene in the late 1970s and released a few singles on Swell Maps' label Rather Records. "Zip Nolan" is the best of their early work (reminds me of a weirder Mission of Burma). It shows a bit more traditional structure and sound than Swell Maps, but this is still pretty avant punk.

Much like some cicadas, Cult Figures went dormant for over 30 years. When they hatched again, they sounded less avant punk and more post-punk, punk pop. "The 166 Ploughs A Lonely Furrow" was their comeback LP, and last October "Between Us and Heaven" was released on Gare Du Nord Records.

Now they have a Soft Boys meet SAVAK feel. And the cover art looks like something Micah would have drawn.

#Cult Figures #UK #Gare Du Nord Records #Swell Maps #Rather Records #Mission of Burma #Soft Boys #SAVAK #Micah #Bandcamp

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pancakes4two · 3 years ago

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combined dunkirkrry & hs1 omg ahhh this is a special one bc i have SUCH a soft spot for these two eras

previous parts from this series can be found here!

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harrysfinsta Y/N graduated and I had to take her on a trip to celebrate. Don’t know anyone else who would’ve been able to double major and graduate with honors, all while following their silly boyfriend as he chases his dream across the world. She’s just too smart for her own good; I never stood a chance.

I’m so lucky to love you, and to be loved by you. I’m so lucky to get to exist in a world where you constantly grace me with your infinite wisdom, knowledge, and wit. Proud of you everyday, but especially on a day like today.

Congratulations, sweet girl.

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yourinstagram you’re literally watching me cry at this caption right now this is so unfair i love you the absolute most!!!!!!!!!!! you know i wouldn’t have been able to do this without you by my side 😭 ily ily ily forever forever forever

gemmastyles Who knew my brother could be this sweet? Congrats to the lovely graduate and have so much fun on your trip! So well-deserved for the both of you 🤍

yourbff ok stop playing harry you made me cry… our girl is a GRADUATE 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

yourbff also is that a haircut i see????

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yourfinsta h’s new haircut HSHDHSBSBWBENHDHDHEHWBWNWJWJSJSBSBWJDJSJWJWBEJD

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bffsfinsta HIS FACE

yourfinsta IVE BEEN DYING FOR THE PAST 30 MINS

harrysfinsta Alright, chill out!!!

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yourinstagram when will my boyfriend return from war

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yourdad Still can’t believe H is going to be in a Chris Nolan film! We’re all so proud of him!

yourbff respect our troops.

yourinstagram so true 🫡🫡🫡

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yourfinsta excuse me for a moment while i

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 💗💗💗🥺🥺💞💗🌟💞🌟💞🌟💗🌟💞💞🌟💞💗🌟❣️❣️❣️❣️❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❣️❣️🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤💞💞🌟😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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bffsfinsta WHY ARE U NOT THERE WITH UR HOT ASS MAN AT HIS MOVIE PREMIERE.

yourfinsta I COULDNT GET OFF MY INTERNSHIP IM LOOKING AT UPDATES ON TWITTER GOING CRAZY

harrysfinsta I look good don’t I?!

yourfinsta CONGRATULATIONS YOU’VE FINALLY DONE IT. YOU’VE KILLED ME

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yourinstagram what a joy it’s been to be by your side as you go back to doing the thing you love the most, on your own this time!! harry styles (the album, not the boyfriend) will officially be out everywhere at midnight tonight and i couldn’t be more excited for the world to hear this beautiful boy’s art 💞💞💞💞

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harrystyles It’s all for you, you bring me home, thank you.

yourbff oh good we’ll finally get to hear the songs you won’t shut up about

yourinstagram and i’m not even the tiniest bit sorry about not shutting up this album is perfect in every way

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yourinstagram diva on tour

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harrystyles Why are you posting on Instagram? Go get my coffee

yourinstagram ahhhh shiver me timbers🙄 you can wait for your coffee sir

yourmom My babies back out on the road! Stay safe!

#harry styles #harry styles fake ig #harry styles fake instagram #harry styles imagine #harry eras

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bbrissonn · 2 years ago

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for the me or him a blurb from when bren realized he was in love with yn for the first time

under the cut!

ouhhhh okay i love this idea anon ur amazing

warnings: bren being high and drunk, slight swearing, not proofread

"bren, what's going on?" you asked as you answered your phone late at night. your eyes were barely opened as you looked over at your alarm clock, 2:01 am.

"y/n/n! hi!"

"hi, bubs." you said with a sigh, a small laugh leaving your mouth.

"i need your help." he said, and you could hear the big smile on his face, making you shake your head a bit.

"bren, it's 2 in the morning--"

"i know that, that's why i need your help, dumb dumb. i dont know where i am and uhhh i cant drive."

"why cant you drive?" you asked confused as you heard him giggle a bit on the other of the phone.

"im a little high... and drunk." he said, more giggles leaving his mouth. you sighed a bit before answering him.

"send me your location, ill come get you."

"bren, buddy, be careful." you whisper shouted at the boy as he made his way inside his house, clearly not caring if he woke up the others.

"i am!" he said with a laugh, holding onto the walls so he didnt fall.

"oh boy." you whispered before approaching him and helping him sit down on the stairs so you could take off his shoes.

"hey! what are you doing?" he asked loudly as you undid his shoelace.

"im just taking off your shoes, b."

"you promise you wont steal them?"

"i pinky promise." you said with a laugh as you took off one of his shoe, before undoing his other shoelace. a couple of seconds later, you heard a door open upstairs and soon someone was standing at the top of the stairs.

"what the fuck is going on?" owen asked as you took off brendan's final shoe and helped him stand up.

"y/n/n came to rescue me!" he answered loudly, making owen jump a bit as you shake your head.

"you need help?" owen asked you, ignoring brendan who was trying to wrap his arms around owen's chest to give him a hug.

"stop pushing me away?" brendan whined before grabbed his arms.

"ill be okay, you can go back to sleep." you answered with a smile before dragging brendan to his room.

"good night, big dog!"

"'night, briss."

the next morning, brendan woke up with a pounding headache, making him let out a groan. he looked over to his bedside table to look at his clock, when he noticed the bottle of gatorade and post it note in front of it.

morning bren! hope your doing okay :) text me when you wake up <3 also there's a bottle of advil behind your clock there wasnt any space left here and since your blind i thought itd let you know

-y/n/n

brendan didnt remember much from last night, everything after 12 am beinf blank, he had no idea how he got home. after a couple of minutes, it clicked in his head that you were the one who brought him home, making his heart skip a couple of beats.

he quickly grabbed his phone, the bright light making his head pound even more, before clicking on your contact and calling you.

"hello?"

"hi." he said, his voice all raspy. you could tell he had just woken up, making you smile a bit.

“how you feeling?”

“meh, been better. thanks, by the way, for, uh, coming to get me last night... i’m sorry if i woke you up.” he quickly apologized, making you shake your head a bit as you let out a soft sigh.

“bren, it’s okay. i somewhat give a shit about you, i wouldn’t just let you out there on your own.” you joked, making you chuckle a bit. he was quiet for a bit making you a little worried.

him on the other hand, he felt his heart completely explode in his chest from your word. he knew that mike had called you about a week ago for the same reason, along with blanks and nolan, but you had left them alone to get home. you hadn’t done this for your own brother, but you had from him.

“bren, you okay?”

“huh? oh yeah, yeah i-- um, i’m good.” he stuttered, your voice bringing him out of his thoughts.

“mkay. listen i have to go meet mike, but i’ll come by after, alright? text me if you need anything for your head.” you said with a soft voice, making a soft big smile appear on his face.

“will do. drive safe.”

“always.” you said before hanging up the phone. brendan stared at the wall at the end of his bed, his phone still up to his ear, a big smile on his voice as your word played over and over in his head.

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im-in-vin-ci-ble · 4 years ago

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Love Thy Neighbor, Ch. 1

A/N: First post, please go easy on me. Will probably be a multi-chapter story.

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Rating: M, nothing too explicit — for now.

Warnings: Mark becomes an accidental pervert for a bit. Mild nudity. Hold your horses.

Summary: A new family moves into neighborhood, and Mark just wants to be a good neighbor to the girl next door.

“So, have you heard from the family next door yet?” Debbie asked her husband and son as they enjoyed a peaceful dinner on a hot summer night.

Nolan shook his head as he twirled the pasta, freshly bought from Italy, around his fork, “They don’t seem to be home a lot of the time. I only ever see the daughter when she takes out the trash.”

Oh yes, the daughter. A sly smile briefly crept up on Mark’s face at the mention of her, but he caught himself just before his mother turned her attention to him.

“What about you, Mark? Met anyone from the family yet?”

Feeling flushed, the 17-year-old boy shoved a handful of the angel hair pasta into his mouth. “Nope,” he mumbled through the food, keeping his head down to remain as passive as possible.

Okay, so that was kind of a lie. While it’s true that he hasn’t officially met anyone from the family, he’s seen quite a bit of the girl next door. Mark’s thoughts travelled back to yesterday afternoon when he got home from a quick trip to Burger Mart with William. The heat was suffocating to say the least, and as he entered his room to take off his sweat-soaked shirt, his eyes moved up to the window that gave him an innocuous view of a room in the house next door.

A thin curtain was drawn but he could still kind of see through it — at least enough to see cabinet shapes and soft colors. Stepping closer to get a better look at his mysterious neighbors, a figure of a young girl, wrapped in a white terrycloth towel, appeared in the room. Mark felt his own internal temperature rise a little, but he hit a whole new level of feverish the moment the girl pulled off the towel and threw it on the side.

Closing his eyes tightly took a lot more effort than anticipated; he so badly wanted to look back up. He took a few deep breaths to gather his thoughts and relax his raging teenage libido before finally opening one eye. The girl was half-dressed now, wearing a loose crop top and panties as she walked around the room. Mark bit his lip, feeling half-excited at the view and half-ashamed that he was still looking—

The doorbell rang and immediately snapped Mark out of his daydream. He looked down at the massive roll of pasta that formed on his fork while he was thinking of the girl, crossing his eyebrows in annoyance as Nolan stood up from his chair to open the door.

“We were just talking about you!” Mark heard his dad say with a hearty laugh at the door. “Debbie, Mark, come here. It’s our new neighbors.”

Mark’s ears perked up at the announcement, promptly joining his parents at the door where he was greeted by a mother, a father, and the girl. As his parents introduced the family, he kept his eyes on the floor, now fully embarrassed that he even thought of yesterday’s events at the dinner table.

“...and this is my son, Mark,” Nolan finished.

“Pleasure to meet you,” the other father said as he politely introduced his wife and himself. “This is our daughter, Y/N.”

Mark’s head shot up at the sound of her name and he unintentionally locked eyes with the girl next door. Yesterday’s feverish feeling and his raging teenage libido returned tenfold as he remembered the way her body moved in the summer sun.

Her eyes softly squinted as her lips formed a subtle smile. “Pleasure, Mark Grayson.

#invincible #invincible x reader #mark grayson #mark grayson x reader #invincible fanfiction #fanfiction

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barzzal · 4 years ago

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barzzal’s masterlist / the barn

all rights reserved © barzzal: all my writings are stored here. you can find all imagines i’ve written below and this list will be updated with working links once posted. please do not steal/copy any of my works regardless if credit is given.

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writes: hockeys x fem!reader

writes for: mathew barzal, sidney crosby, tyson jost

note: before sending a request, make sure to read my mobile about/navi, roster page first and get to know me! recent imagines/blurbs are on the bottom! (old to new)

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specific writing:

prompts + prompt requests

COLORADO AVALANCHE

TYSON JOST

imagines.

babysitting for dummies: you and your boyfriend tyson figure out how to calm a crying baby.

blurbs.

fluff

first dance as husband and wife with josty

you pick out josty’s game day suit

angst

josty forgets an important date

seeing tys for the first time after breaking up

NEW YORK ISLANDERS

MATHEW BARZAL

imagines.

who’s the girl, barzy?: mat gets caught up and preyed by the press as he does a post-game exclusive with the boys.

four times you failed in seducing mat and the one time you succeeded: you were the biggest card tito was willing to play. and now that he has you around for help, he might just be the one two steps ahead of the game this time.*

when the ball drops: out of all the times you wanted to bail, for once you were certainly glad you didn’t ditch this year’s new year’s eve party. ♡

between halls and thin walls (completed): friends who fool around almost never work. almost.* [will edit]

→ multipart: one, two, three, four, five, final

close to you: there’s nothing more excruciating than to lose someone you’ve never imagined losing. but what happens when they’ve already left right before you can even acknowledge them leaving? mathew is yet to find out.

blurbs.

fluff

barzy taking care of a drunk you

barzy taking care of a sick you

soft airport moments with barzy

dad!mat puts his child in the stanley cup

you and mat take your twins to learn skating

barzy reassures a self-conscious y/n

domestic dad!mat with his daughters

barzy asks you to marry him

taking care of a sick mat after a game ♡

soft boyfriend mat cheats on a game

first dance as husband and wife with barzy

barzy giving you hickies

workout session with barzy

barzy takes you out to skate

barzy gets his 100th career goal

barzy cuddles his gloomy girlfriend

barzy reassures an insecure y/n

angst

you and mat get in your first big fight

you mistakenly break off things with mat

mat as an absent father, part two, part three

you’re mat’s booty call

mat watches you love someone else

smut

aftercare with mat*

dad!mat finally catches a break*

barzy with an ace!reader*

couch make out sesh with barzy

mat watches you strip for a cause ♡

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS

NOLAN PATRICK [retired]

imagines.

morning rituals: nolan fucks you from behind while you make him the classic ham and cheese sandwich.*

PITTSBURGH PENGUINS

SIDNEY CROSBY

imagines.

take me as i am: like he always does, sidney picks you up after work. the only thing he didn’t expect was to see you kissing one of your workmates. the one he’s been jealous of, to be exact.*

captain’s love language: sidney gets asked to answer a random question. ♡

call me crosby (on going): young, reckless, and rash, an unplanned pregnancy causes a massive rift in your relationship with then, cup-hungry 27 year-old sidney crosby. now with three cups and tons of awards at his disposal, sid is given a chance to right his wrongs and win what was once the biggest loss of his life.

blurbs.

soon! (have written a few pieces for him under wet weekends, you can check those out for now)

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slimycentre · 4 years ago

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New chapter - N. Patrick

Y/N shares a glimpse of her life with her boyfriend Nolan as they enter a brand new chapter of their lives

warnings: talks of infertility, pregnancy, depression, plot is set around december 2021 (idk if that’s a warning or not)

word count : 1,1k

a/n: i literally have no idea what i am doing, i’ve never posted ANYTHING that i’ve written anywhere so a feedback is appreciated. just lmk if this sucks or nah, is what i am trying to say.

I have always been the person, who tried to see the best in people. Always focused on the positive and always tried to empower.

There are a lot of things people don’t see and know about Nolan.

He will be mad that I am telling on him but believe it or not, he’s actually not this tough mean guy, he presents himself to be. He’s tough, in the most inspiring and amazing way. His endurance and patience and capability to stand up over and over again, is something that I admire about him.

He’s the most soft spoken man, I’ve ever met. Although extremely mumbly, whenever Nolan talks about the things that matter to him. The things he loves. His family, his team, his love for hockey, his love for music. His eyes get this glimmer and his lips always turn upwards.

He’s extremely big hearted. He would do anything and everything for his friends. For his parents. His sisters. For me. There’s so much love, he carries inside.

We’ve been friends for as long as I can remember. And even with past partners, we’ve always managed to go to each other. For comfort, for security, for empowerment, for love.

There’s absolutely no doubt in my mind, he can do everything he puts his mind to. He’s battled and conquered injuries upon injuries, we all know that. But it’s also those personal victories. Those that he’s battled alone or those ones that we’ve battled together.

I’ve been incredibly blessed to have such a kind, unconditionally loving, understanding and caring soul as my partner.

Words cannot describe, the way I adore him.

We got together at a fairly young age but as individuals, we’ve been through so much already. The moment we got together, I only felt the power and the love for myself grow. I often want to be that independent strong woman, but I learned that I am JUST that, with him by my side.

He’s the partner, I wish every person would have. He makes me feel like I am on the top of the world. Like I am my own person. Like I am invincible.

A friend of mine told me something that I live by. “If you cannot grow with the people around you, they’re not your people.”

Nolan has never made me feel like I can’t grow. He’s never held me back. He encouraged me, cheered on me and helped me grow as a person.

But there’s a brand new role that Nolan had to take on. A role of a dad. When I found out that I was pregnant, it came as a big shock to quite literally everyone, as in my adolescence, I’ve been told it’d be very hard for me to conceive naturally. We have not been even actively trying to get pregnant, yet something decided otherwise. The moment I told Nolan, I was pregnant, it was like falling in love all over again. I knew we loved each other, but it never occurred to me, just how much we actually love each other. I expected my pregnancy to be risky and complicated, but it was the exact opposite. I’ve never experienced anything so peaceful and natural. I remember the day we found out we’re having a boy, I was probably the happiest person on this planet. I’ve prayed for a healthy child, first and foremost but deep down, I’ve hoped for a little boy. I love all of my nieces and nephews but something in me wanted to have another Patrick boy in my life.

2nd of November 2021, at 6:37 pm, my life has inevitably changed forever. We’ve been blessed with, in my eyes, the most perfect little human being, I have ever laid my eyes on. Cole Luc Patrick. I am looking at our son as I am typing this and he still amazes me, as he did the first moment I saw him. He is his dad’s son. Just one look at Nolan and Cole, you will see a man and his carbon copy in a tiny body. Nolan is taking fatherhood unlike any other first time dad, I’ve seen. Sure, we have experience, but the real thing is always completely different. His #1 priority has always been family and that has not changed, the only thing is, we now have a family of our own.

I can say with confidence, that Cole is our whole world. I’ve been hit with a postpartum depression the first 2 weeks after having our son and I am not exaggerating when I say that there were moments where I breathed for that child. And Nolan was right there with me. Holding my hand through all of this. I am so lucky to have the support system I have and very much realize that it is in fact a privilege. I have never loved so much until Nolan became my boyfriend and just when I thought that I couldn’t love more, I had Cole. My son. The person I would drop everything for. A lot of people, when they have kids, they drift apart and the only glue, holding them together, is their child/children. For myself, I can tell that I’ve never loved Nolan more than I do right now. He is the best partner, I could’ve ever asked for.

I have no idea what the world has in store for us. I don’t know, where our lives will take us. I cannot even begin to think of the obstacles and hardships that will most likely be thrown our way. Nothing in our lives has been permanent. Apartment. House. The city or even the country we live in. It didn’t necessarily change, but we have Cole now.

We both made a promise to him. We promised we would do our best to be the best parents to him. Not what other perceive as “parenting well-done”. And honest to everything good that is on this planet, Nolan is the best father Cole could ask for. Nolan had never been best at showing love through words but with his son, it comes naturally. There’s not a day he wouldn’t tell Cole, he loves him. Not a day he wouldn’t hold him close to his chest and rock him to sleep. If I ever had a doubt about him being a bad father, it went right out of the window the moment I saw them together. I’ve never seen Nolan looking and talking to someone the way he does to Cole.

My son and my boyfriend.

Two boys I can thank life for bringing them to me.

#nolan patrick #nolan patrick imagine #nolan patrick fluff #nolan patrick x reader #nhl imagines #hockey fanfiction

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It all kind of happens in slow motion.

One second, Emma hears the crack of the bat and the requisite roar of the crowd, and the next her eyes have widened to a size most scientists would likely advise against. Because, standing at home plate, that same home plate multiple baseball players are sprinting toward, is her kid. More or less waiting to be run over. That is, of course, until Killian Jones.

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Word Count: 4.1K Rating: Flufffy fluff fluff of the fluffiest variety AN: Writing has been something of a legitimate challenge for me in the last few weeks, but earlier this week @ohmightydevviepuu sent a link to this tweet, tagged me, and said what I basically took as an unspoken prompt. Like, you’re going to send me video of a bat boy getting scooped up at home by a player in the middle of the game and then think I won’t write about it? Not possible. Even with the aforementioned writing challenges. Nothing stands a chance against my love of baseball. Here’s hoping the Yankees turn it around in the second half. Neither Aaron Judge or I deserve the season we’ve had so far.

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Biologically speaking, Emma Swan is perfectly aware that the current positioning of her heart is more or less impossible.

Stuck somewhere between the back of her throat and the pit of her stomach, it makes her all too aware of the now-empty chasm in her chest, stretching out toward her arms and threatening the structural integrity of her lungs, neither of which appear all that intent on working properly. Oxygen is a luxury not currently afforded to her capillaries. Instead, nerves mix with anxiety and the telltale flush of adrenaline that probably also makes her look relatively crazy because her pupils are definitely dilated and she does not know nearly enough about science to be making any of these claims.

Whatever, really.

It feels like that ooze from that movie. FernGully, Emma thinks. With the fairies. She thinks they were fairies. She’s not entirely certain they were fairies.

And the ooze was definitely oil, obviously. There was a message involved in that movie. Not one that she appreciated when she was seven and Tim Curry’s animated-oil voice sort of freaked her out. But, like, she gets it now. The environment, and everything. With or without fairies. With Robin Williams, though.

She’s positive about that, at least.

Robin Williams was definitely in that movie.

Less positive about the ability of her heart to actually split itself in half, as it seems wont to do at the moment. So, as to make it easier when it inevitably soars out of her mouth and falls onto the scuffed-up clubhouse floor beneath her feet. Naturally, this will happen simultaneously. For maximum effect.

Much like the fireworks currently exploding over the left-field bleachers.

She’s not sure if fireworks do explode, actually. That seems dangerous. Likely to lead to injuries and sounds that don’t resemble the oohs and ahhs a ballpark generally inspires. Explode probably isn’t the right word. Maybe something more like…detonate.

No, that’s worse. Way worse. She’s got to learn more words. Find a thesaurus or a dictionary or—a fireworks expert would be ideal, honestly.

Someone who could give her a detailed description of the inner-workings of a Yankee Stadium pyrotechnics display on a Tuesday in July, enough words that Emma’s mind would still for a few moments, allowing her to catch her breath and reestablish a consistent heart rate, and both of those problems could also likely be solved by sitting down, but the chair to her left looks a little wobbly, and her legs appear to have minds of their own because science is rather quickly becoming a lie and—

“Is he alright?” She spins. Nearly falls over. Her knees are also awfully wobbly, that’s why.

Despite all of that, and the overall circumference of her pupils, the voice doesn’t retreat. Doesn’t even flinch. Shows absolutely no signs of imminent stumbling. And that’s probably because the voice is a man, one who is in possession of world-class instinctual reactions, and his hair is still damp from his post-game shower and it absolutely makes her something of an atrocious mother to acknowledge that last thing as quickly as she does.

His shirt sleeves are noticeably sticking to his biceps, so that helps too.

Opening her mouth, Emma is going to say words that are both vaguely intelligent and passably accurate, absolving this Major League Baseball player of any of the guilt he so obviously feels. Which is just patently stupid, really. None of this was his fault. None of it was anyone’s fault, really.

Except maybe the idiot who left his bat at that particular angle across home plate, but Emma’s an adrenaline expert these days and walk-offs are understandably exciting. First walk-offs more so.

She’s happy for Scarlet, really.

They won the game.

Everything is fine. Great, even. She nearly jumps twenty-six feet in the air at the next boom of fireworks.

The pinch between the Major League Baseball player’s eyebrows gets—

Pinchier.

The little roll of skin draws Emma’s attention, effectively robbing her of the ability to respond like an almost-sane person, but she’s also still trying to rationalize why she can remember the words to several FernGully songs while also being unable to recall what flavor PopTart she had for breakfast earlier this week and she figures watching her kid nearly get run over by professional athletes approximately forty-two minutes before gives her a fairly reasonable excuse.

For opening and closing her mouth no less than eight consecutive times.

Like a goddamn fish. There were no fish in FernGully. Least not so far as she remembers.

It’s entirely possible she squeaks on attempt number five.

The Major League Baseball player’s eyebrows do not move. It’s equal parts frustrating and incredible to behold.

“I should probably thank you, right?” Emma asks, not quite regretting the words immediately, but it’s awfully close. That gets her some movement. Of the eyebrow variety. One eyebrow, specifically. Arching up, it somehow still manages to pull her attention directly toward eyes that should be the star of their own marketing campaign. Not quite Yankee blue, but distractingly blue, and it takes everything in her not to huff as dramatically as she wants to. Once the athletic trainer is done with Henry, Emma is going to make him examine her lungs. Rationality rules the day.

Major League Baseball player shakes his head. It’s dumb to call him that. She knows his name. Knows at least some of his history. Is still staring obnoxiously at his freakishly attractive face.

Freakishly is kind of mean, too. As far as descriptions go.

“Unnecessary,” he says, an undercurrent of worry still clear in the letters. Ducking his head, he takes a cautious step forward, almost as if he’s wary of what Emma will do, and she supposes that’s fair. What with the impressive vertical she’s in possession of these days. “Anyone would do that.” “I’m not sure they could, actually.”

At some point in this otherwise shitty experience of a night, Emma is vaguely confident something will go the way she wants it to. Aside from winning. She’s glad they won. Seriously.

“No?” “No,” she echoes, and it’s not like she can feel him. A few feet of space separates them, so whatever heat appears to be wafting off the Major League Baseball player in front of her, with his damp hair, and stupid, stupid, stupid eyes is as impossible as any of the various impossibilities currently taking place within her person.

And yet.

He sticks his hand out.

It’s disarmingly earnest.

“Killian Jones,” he says, confidence replacing the nerves, and Emma begins to see why there are so many stories. And Twitter threads. Regarding his face and the potential for that face to date a variety of other attractive faces across at least four of the five boroughs. Somehow Emma doesn’t think Killian Jones, New York Yankees third baseman, is schlepping out to Staten Island for a date.

Nor does she believe that Killian Jones, New York Yankees third baseman, has ever once let the word schlep pass through his conscious mind.

She takes his hand.

It is—

Surprisingly warm. And...not quite soft, that’d be impossible with the job he performs almost nightly. But the calluses on the pads of his fingers aren’t as rough as Emma expects, which also suggests she’s managed to ponder the overall texture of Killian Jones’s fingers in the last twelve point six seconds, and that’s not entirely true. What is true is that Ruby thinks Killian Jones is real good-looking and has determined that the phrase quite a catch is the pinnacle of humor, so, sure, Emma has possibly considered the possibility of paths crossing and intersecting, and her hand looks minuscule wrapped up in his. So, that’s something to think about later.

Their arms move. Bob up and down as society dictates they should, and he’s smiling at her, and she’s trying not to look like a serial killer, straining to hear the voices behind the door, and it does not work.

“Why do you think people are so consistently fascinated by fireworks?” If he’s surprised by her absolutely inane question, he doesn’t show it. That’s points. For what, Emma hasn’t totally decided yet, but it’s something, and it’s probably good, and they’re going to play that clip on loop for weeks. Longer, probably.

Every goddamn day if the Yankees make the postseason.

When the Yankees make the postseason.

Her dad wouldn’t appreciate the buffer. Leaves room for loss, and that is not the Nolan way. Not when there are championships to win, and this was supposed to be the best possible time. Smack dab in the middle of the season, with the All-Star break looming, Henry would get to suit up as batboy for one game that didn’t mean much and wouldn’t draw too strong of a spotlight, no murmurs about nepotism by internet trolls who couldn’t possibly define the word with any sort of accuracy, but also like to shout about canceling and culture with an almost alarming sense of self-righteousness, so, of course, the whole thing was now blowing up in their face.

Much like the goddamn fireworks.

It wasn’t Will Scarlet’s fault.

Wasn’t Henry’s fault, either.

His job was to get the bats out of the field of play. Doing it while the field of play was still active was a mistake any kid could have made. Just so happens that it’s Emma’s kid, and the grandkid of the Yankees’ hitting coach, and that means something to the New York media and the New York fans, and if Killian Jones, New York Yankees third baseman with an arm that can make cross-field throws with ease, wasn’t also so quick-thinking and sure-footed, scooping Henry up as he crossed home plate and avoiding the ensuing swarm of players at home plate, all intent on celebrating Will Scarlet’s first-ever career walk-off, Emma can only imagine what would have happened.

Trampled. Stepped on. Broken bones. Concussions.

They’re checking Henry for a concussion now. He absolutely does not have a concussion. He was laughing while he was carried off the field. Like he hit the walk-off.

Front office is absolutely petrified she’s going to sue them.

The thought hadn’t even once crossed Emma’s mind. Plus, she’s sort of busy. Holding Killian Jones’s hand. His stupid, warm hand.

“Bright colors,” he says, responding to a question Emma’s nearly forgotten about. Jumping is more challenging when his fingers tighten ever so slightly. “Flash, boom. Taps into baser instincts, I think.” “You think people’s base instinct is to enjoy explosions.” “Phrasing that as a statement makes me think you don’t agree with me.” “You didn’t want me to thank you,” Emma points out.

“Well, no,” he says, and the precise way his eyes drop does something specific to all of her instincts. Leaves her flush with a heat that reminds her of Fourth of July sparklers rather than any sort of massive explosion, and that’s not bad, per se, although it’s admittedly a little surprising. As is the slight uptick of precisely one side of his mouth. It takes her a moment to realize he’s smirking at her. And another for her subconscious to admit that it’s working as intended. Her shoulders drop half an inch. While Emma pulls her hand back to her side. “Thanking me suggests I did anything to warrant the thanks.” “Big words.” “For a dumb athlete, you mean.” “That wasn’t a question, either.” “No,” Killian repeats, “it wasn’t.” “I’d really like to thank you. I—Dad told him when to come out of the dugout, so he definitely knew the rules, but I think he was super worried about you tripping over the bat.”

The smirk becomes a full-blown smile. Which is no less than forty-seven thousand times more powerful. Equivalent to staring directly into a solar eclipse or gazing upon the dark side of the moon, and Emma should at least do some research before coming up with these internal examples. Basic Google searches would provide her with the necessary information.

“That’s more or less what he told me, yeah.” Emma’s nose creases. “Talked your ear off after your daring rescue, huh?” “Keep complimenting me like this, and my ego won’t know what to do with it.”

She hopes she’s not blushing as much as it feels like she is. The state of Killian’s eyebrows and the precise curl of his lips make that seem unlikely. “Your reflexes are unparalleled.” “Something about big bucks and why I get paid them.” “Oh,” Emma laughs, unable to stop herself, and she doesn’t remember deciding to stop pacing, only that her knees appreciate it once she has, “you think you’re real funny, don’t you?” “I think I’m moderately funny, not the hero you’re suggesting I am—” “Oh, I never used the word hero.” “—And you never actually told me your name.”

“Because you don’t know who I am.” It’s not a question, either. Neither one of them mention that.

“I do,” Killian concedes, “Henry was also fairly quick to mention exactly who he was and where his mother was sitting.” Emma’s nose is going to freeze in this position. “But I gave you my name, which makes it only fair that we’re all square and whatnot.” “Whatnot, huh?” “Yup.” He pops his lips on the letter. Which is also unfair. In, like, the grand scheme of the world. The black ooze that is not actually oil when used in this particular metaphor recedes. Leaves Emma with a chest cavity that is partially full of butterfly wings and the growing sense of anticipation that isn’t quite as nerve-wracking as it should be. Like she’s about to step into the batter’s box with two outs and runners in scoring position. She’s totally going to hit against the shift. Fluttering her fingers at her side, Emma doesn’t lift her hand. It doesn’t matter.

Killian’s eyes drop. To the movement. And her. And part of her shies away from that because part of her has spent a lifetime tucked into a shadow that didn’t belong to her and doesn’t belong to Henry, but now there’s some joke about Peter Pan to be made because they live in an internet-age and Killian Jones has a very good face. So. Viral video, enter stage right. Starring Henry Swan, Killian Jones, and the inevitably uneven pitter-patter of Emma’s traitorous heart.

“Emma Swan.” “I think you should sit down.”

“Why is that, exactly?” “I’m worried about your legs.”

Whatever noise she makes can’t quite be classified as a scoff. It hurts her throat too much. And it’s not a laugh, either. Even as the butterflies threaten to rise up in mutiny of Emma’s more rational feelings, and she gets the distinct impression that Killian is reading her mind. Trying very hard, at least.

“Sounds like a line.” “Might be a line,” he admits, which draws another wholly inhuman sound out of Emma’s barely-functioning lungs.

“Did he kick you on the lift?” Killian hums. “You’d kick too if you were just hauled off your feet, so I understand the reaction. What I’m more worried about is the inevitable bruise on my foot from the bat landing there.” “Ah shit, really?” “I’ve had worse.” “But not in 4K video that people will play on loop for the rest of the news cycle. If not longer.” Narrowing his eyes, Killian doesn’t immediately respond. Mind reading requires a modicum of focus, Emma assumes. Instead, he rests a hand on her shoulder, directing her toward the chair and ignoring the soft crack her left knee as it bends. “That’s what you’re worried about.” “Stop sounding so confident.” “I can only sound how I am, Swan.” “Oh, I’m not sure we’ve reached nickname status yet,” she mumbles, pushing down the soft rush of metaphorical insects doing their beset to soar out of her barely-parted lips. “But, yeah, I—I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was totally terrified in the moment.”

“Understandable. Grown men barrelling down the third-base line at your kid are a lot to take in.” She snorts. It’s not cute. Not dignified. Killian smirks. “Should you be concerned that the Scarlet was making such solid headway behind you? Are you exceedingly slow?” “I am league average.” “How fast can you get out of the box to first?” “I’ve never timed it.” “Liar, liar.” “Please don’t make a crack about my pants,” Killian says, “I won’t be able to cope.”

“Oh God, you think you’re charming, too.” “I’ve had no complaints.” “To your face, at least.”

Throwing his head back, the laugh that erupts out of him is not of volcano proportions. Of which there was also one in FernGully if Emma’s memory is to be trusted. An arm circles his middle, stretching muscle and ensuring that Emma notices just how corded that same muscle is, the slight bend of his wrist leaving her off-kilter. When he meets her gaze, she swears his eyes are brighter. “Yeah, yeah, that’s true,” Killian concedes, “no one has flat out told me I was lacking charm to my face.” “This thanking you thing is going great.” “And I continue to not need thanks. Why are you worried about the video getting out there? Filmed in 4K like you suggest, at least we’ll all look great. Sharp pixels and whatnot.” “What do you know about pixels?” “You basically heard the extent just now.”

She’s getting better at laughing. The ooze has almost all but disappeared, Emma twirling a strand of hair around fingers that are intent on moving, and it’s an old habit. One Killian’s gaze catches on. Immediately. Quickly. Seriously, Emma needs a thesaurus. “Baseball’s always been my dad,” she says. “And that’s—well, we’ve lived this game, me and my mom, weekend series and West Coast swings, waiting up for him to get home because the flight got delayed, but Henry’s just a kid, getting thrown into this world because of his last name and who his family is? That sucks. Nothing was supposed to happen tonight.” “Nothing did happen.” “Because of you.” “I’d like to believe Scarlet, ridiculously fast as he might be, would not run over a small child,” Killian says. “And, uh, for the record and all that, I got a bad jump off first because I didn’t know if they were going to catch it in left. No one wants to get caught on the base paths.” “Yeah, that’d be embarrassing.”

He must hear the hitch in her voice because the next thing Emma realizes, her fingers are twisted back up in Killian’s, and she’s warm and falling and flying, and it’s good and weird, and the door swings open.

They both jump.

So, that’s something.

Rushing out quickly enough that he nearly trips over his own feet, Henry’s head leads the way and finds Emma’s stomach, a tangle of limbs, and overly-excited words, all of which rival the now-finished fireworks display in volume.

It takes Henry about five and a half run-on sentences to notice Killian standing there.

His eyes widen. His mouth drops. Killian grins. Emma tries very hard not to die. It only sort of works.

She blames the faulty body parts she’s in possession of.

“Killian,” Henry exclaims, clamoring back to his feet and nearly falling again in the process. Hands that belong to both Emma and Killian dart out, steadying Henry while their eyes meet over the top of his head. Killian winks. He tries. It’s more like a blink than anything. “Hi, hi! You did so good tonight! And we won, and I got to go on the field and—and, it was so,” Henry heaves a deep breath, “we were so good.”

Collective pronouns do something to Emma’s entire state of being.

Flips it on an axis she hadn’t been aware previously existed until it almost feels as if this was the path they’d been directing themselves toward from the start. Her eyes flit toward Killian. Who is already watching her.

“We did,” he nods, “maybe next time, though, you wait one extra second to grab Scarlet’s bat, ok?” Seeing her own nose scrunch reflected back on her kid is not the worst thing that’s ever happened to Emma. The vibrating phone in her back pocket, might be.

It’s one-hundred percent, Ruby.

“That’s what grandpa said too,” Henry grumbles, digging a toe of the cleats Emma’s mother bought him last week into the ground, “but I wanted to make sure you didn’t fall.”

Definitely dying, then. A systematic shut down of all necessary internal organs. It’s not as bad as Emma would have expected.

Neither one of Killian’s knees crack when he bends. That seems heavy-handed.

“And I don’t want you to fall either,” he says, “so we agree, right here, right now, not to let the other one fall, huh?” Emma holds her breath. Ignores the pinch in her lungs and the clearly unstable nature of both her mind and her heart, digging her nails into her palms. To ensure she isn’t tempted to haul Henry back toward her. Or push that one strand of hair away from Killian’s forehead.

Henry nods. “Deal.”

They hook their pinkies together.

It’s adorable and as endearingly charming as everything else Killian Jones, New York Yankees third baseman, has done since he walked into that hallway. Less so when her dad emerges from the office, the athletic trainer on his heels to not-so-quietly inform Killian that he can’t just blow off post-game like that, and the second wink is as bad as the first.

She does her very best to memorize the movement.

And the joy on Henry’s face the next morning when a box arrives on their doorstep, a genuine, game-worn Killian Jones jersey inside. She doesn’t notice the note at first, tucked between the cardboard and the tissue paper someone must have bought for him. He can’t have bought that tissue paper himself. He just—it’s unfathomable.

Emma knows he bought the tissue paper himself.

As clearly as she knows that those numbers in that particular order will lead to Killian Jones answering his phone and that her voice likely won’t shake when she replies to the question written in surprisingly loopy script. Which is why, Emma will argue, she does reply. In the affirmative. To several questions over the course of the remaining season, and they don’t star in any more viral videos, but there are a few pictures once they clinch the division.

Drops of champagne cling to the tips of Emma’s eyelashes and the ends of Killian’s hair, hands on her waist that blaze a quick path up her back and around her middle, and she has to tilt her head up to get the right angles. Of lips. While they kiss in the middle of the clubhouse, the hat someone forced onto Emma’s head falling and it’s impossible to hear over the sound of celebratory fireworks, but she can somehow still hear Henry’s laugh ringing out from the general area near Scarlet’s locker, and his jersey collection is growing at an impressive rate.

No one can withstand the overall cuteness of him.

Emma included. Emma, especially.

Sometimes she worries she’s so happy she’ll burst, unable to contain the sort of emotion her body is still acclimating itself to. But then she realizes just how dumb that is and happiness cannot possibly be quantified, and her head is buzzing enough from champagne that she nearly misses Killian when he says, “people love the bright spots, Swan.” It’s not the most romantic thing he’s told her. Doesn’t crack the top five, quite frankly. She swoons all the same. With her kid laughing and her team winning and that’s about all the sentiment she’s willing to acknowledge before her tongue is in Killian’s mouth. He groans. She grins.

And he’d been right about the video. It wasn’t the embarrassment Emma worried it could be. Was mostly relegated to the corners of the internet set aside for formerly popular content as soon as the season ended, spoken about only in fond recollection as the other seasons went on and the wins kept coming and all three of them stand on a parade float with the World Series trophy a few dozen feet away, several Novembers after that first game.

It’s a Thursday afternoon, then.

And yet Emma never entirely forgets. What the video meant and what it did and she’s not remotely surprised when it finds its way back to the forefront of the sports zeitgeist on a Wednesday in July. Most mentions come with similar taglines and messages. Something about feeling our age and wanna feel old because that bot boy, David Nolan’s grandson, Killian Jones’s stepson, he’s getting drafted now.

Got drafted, technically.

Third round, video of the soon-to-be third baseman for the San Diego Padres makes the internet circuits and garners plenty of interest. It’s not the most exciting video, though. Henry just hugs his family. Who hug tightly back.

What is more exciting is the box that arrives on Emma and Killian’s doorstep. With a note that eventually earns a frame next to the last one and a wholly official, game-worn jersey that has a noticeable streak of dirt across the left sleeve. From sliding head-first into home plate.

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