#please ♡

[ceofjohnlennon]

Debunking some John Lennon's photos:

FAKE PHOTO: Edited photo of John Lennon wearing a David Bowie t-shirt.

THE REAL PHOTO: John Lennon wearing a t-shirt with the name of a group of his fans, The Greeting Committee, on September 6, 1973.

FAKE PHOTO: Chema Ríos from a band called La Coruña. THE REAL PHOTO: The real John Lennon with The Quarrymen, on July 6, 1957.

FAKE PHOTO: John Lennon's look-alike Adam Hastings from the cover band The Fab Four. THE REAL PHOTO: John Lennon in a similar picture while rehearsing for the Thank Your Lucky Stars, on November 24, 1964.

FAKE PHOTO: Denny Laine upside down in the studio. THE REAL PHOTO: John Lennon lying on the floor, recording The White Album, 1968.

FAKE PHOTO: John Lennon loved flowers and there are other real photos with him holding some but this one is edited. THE REAL PHOTO: John Lennon holding a stone during the filming of Help! at Cliveden House in Buckinghamshire, May of 1965.

[lilac-dreamxxz]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑙𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑐 𝑏𝑖𝑜𝑠

⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀heαrtbreαk ⠀⠀is⠀⠀𝗼𝗻𝗲⠀⠀thing⠀⠀my

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ego's⠀⠀anotɦer⠀⠀,⠀⠀i⠀⠀beg⠀⠀you

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀don't ⠀⠀𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀⠀⠀me⠀⠀,

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀motherfuker ㅤ⏤ ㅤ💋⠀ ˒

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀( please please please — Sabrina carpenter )

⠀⠀⠀ oh⠀⠀,⠀⠀𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈⠀⠀,⠀⠀all⠀⠀the⠀⠀city

⠀⠀⠀⠀lights⠀⠀never⠀⠀shιᥒᥱ⠀⠀as⠀⠀brigɦt

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀as⠀⠀y☆ur⠀⠀eyes⠀ 𓈒 🌟

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀( Car's Outside — James Arthur )

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀if⠀⠀you⠀⠀𝖼͟𝗈͟𝗎͟𝗅͟𝖽⠀⠀see⠀⠀my

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀tɦᦅᥙgɦts⠀⠀you⠀⠀wᦅuld⠀⠀see

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ your⠀⠀𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲⠀⠀ 👦🏻 ̼⠀⠀[..]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀( Ivy — Frank Ocean )

[b1mbodoll]

💌: listeninf to gentleman by gallant. thoughts occurred. enjoy

lee heeseung loves to eat pussy sorry u cant tell me otherwise

“eat you out for dinner like a gentleman” is so heeseung. nerd! heeseung that prefers to pleasure you, his glasses foggy n crooked on his pretty face n his mouth n chin all wet with your cum ..

nerd! heeseung that gets off on toying with your pretty little cunt, his nose rubbing your clit just right as his fingers fuck into your hole, pulling away to let out breathy moans because he thinks it’s so hot getting you all dumb; so hot that he cums in his pants n he hasn’t even touched his cock yet, too focused on drawing countless orgasms from you with his tongue n fingers

or.. idk hear me out: daddy heeseung. he’s so desperate to taste you he uses his tie to bind your hands n lays you on the dinner table, doesn’t bother pulling your panties off either, just pushes them to the side n tonguefucks your needy pussy.

you can feel his tongue deep inside n he digs his hands into your thighs, spreading your legs n keeping you pinned down so he can reach even deeper, moans into your cunt and presses kisses onto your sensitive clit.

makes you beg him to let you cum and if you get too stupid to ask for permission, he punishes you with quick, harsh slaps to your clit even as you whine out apologies of “sorry daddy” over and over again, tears streaking your sweet face. he nods along, a condescending pout on his lips as he rubs your poor clit with two fingers to “soothe” you before pressing down harder n forcing another orgasm from you.

you wanted to cum so badly, it’s only right that heeseung makes you cum for him even if you’re whining and sobbing because you’re so overstimulated

[sunrisemill]

HIDE THE RAZORS 🪒

I’m begging them to just grow it out

[uravitypng]

oikawa manhandling you because he can't believe how soft you are. he can't help it, he sees you and it's all he can think about. oikawa's bigger than you, taller than you, stronger than you, it was rather shocking the first time he moved your body in any position he wanted. he didn't think anyone could be this soft. your body bounces as he grabs onto whatever flesh he can. he marvels at how pretty you are, as you try to playfully wriggle from his grasp, making him lightly spank you, so he can see your body jiggle. he loves the little noises you make, the gasps when he touches you just right. you're his soft, round, squidgy girlfriend, you're all his, and he adores you.

[gallners]

9-1-1 7.03 "Capsized"

[alastwhorez]

Pussy Drunk Alastor

♡ Pairing: Human Alastor x Wife Reader

♡ Summary: Alastor loves getting lost in his wife's thighs

♡ cw: 18+, MDNI, alastor is ooc, oral, afab!reader, poorly written

♡ an: first time writing for alastor, so it's probably not the best. Be nice! Possible spelling errors, not proofread.

🦌 Alastor loves nothing more after a long day than to come home and get lost in between his loving wife's thighs.

🦌 The moment he walks through the door he is walking up behind you, grabbing you by the waist, and throwing your smaller frame over his shoulder as he stalks to your shared bedroom.

🦌 Alastor wastes no time throwing you on the bed and hiking up your skirt as he swiftly pulls your underwear off, tossing them behind him to get lost on the floor.

🦌 His smile widens when he sees how wet you already are. Smirking up at you before pushing his glasses on top of his head, having his hair pushed back as well.

🦌 Alastor puts your legs over his shoulders and starts kissing up your leg starting at your ankle. He kisses, licks and bites his way up to your center where he stops and you can feel the cold air of him exhaling on you before he dips back down running his tongue up your folds

🦌 He starts slow, teasing you. Short little kitten licks everywhere but where you crave him most. Smirking and holding back a chuckle when he feels you wiggle trying to move your hips so his tongue is where you crave it.

🦌 Alastors hand wonder all up your body, cupping your tits through your dress before he is pushing it up over your chest, groaning at the sight before him.

🦌 Your back arches off the bed as he starts giving you longer, harder licks before adding a finger. Your hands try to find his hair but he pins them down on the bed.

🦌 He adds another finger as you yell out his name, back arching, and legs trying to close around his head. He groans into you knowing you won't last much longer.

🦌 Alastor is grinding and rutting against the bed trying to get any friction he can on his leaky cock. He's moaning as his hold on your thighs tighten. He moans your name against you, getting lost in the taste of you on his tongue.

🦌 Alastor swears your the best thing he has ever tasted. He's eating you like a starved man as he continues to grind on the bed, feeling his cock twitch every few seconds.

🦌 He has you cumming for the nth time on his tongue. “one more baby, just one more” He says breathlessly against you as his tongue continues to flick.

🦌 He is biting, licking,and sucking anywhere he can reach. His hips speed on as he humps the bed, wishing it was your sweet cunt.

🦌 Alastor feels his cock twitch when you sweetly moan his name. Not long after he is moaning, and eyes cross as he shoots his load in his pants, moaning your name as he does.

🦌 He pulls away kissing up your body as you throw your dress over your head to lost in the room. He's laying on top of you, head in your neck, kissing and licking as he tells you how much he loves you.

🦌 His glasses are long gone, hair falling over his eyes as you run your hands through his, kissing his forehead. “Are you going to fuck me or not Al?”

🦌 You feel him smirk against your neck before he is ripping his clothes off. Whining at how sensitive his cock is before lining it up with your entrance.

🦌 Alastor Loves nothing more than to get lost in between your thighs. Anyway you'll let him.

[ghostarii]

childe is a dirty bastard with a nasty obsession for you. he finds you so beautiful, so gorgeous and filled to the brim with visual blessings. he can’t help how his cock grows and hardens at the sight of your filled out frame and he can’t leave himself that way . . . so he jerks off. wraps his calloused hand around his thick cock and drags it up and down with shut eyes and a gaped mouth, imagining it was your soft hands making him feel good. he did this often, hiding in bathrooms or waiting until he gets home and releasing all over his sheets. but at some point, it’s not enough.

so, if you ever get a text from your good friend childe, reading “attachment: 1 video”, don’t be surprised when you see his cock sliding in and out of a fuck doll. the sound is lewd and nasty—squelching and wet slapping that rings off in unison with his grunts and pretty moans. he moans your name, groping the fake tits of the doll, “so fucking pretty for me . . . ngh, fuck—“ he had to let you know how he felt. what you do to him. so he raises the angle of his phone, showing the tablet that displays a selfie of you—one you sent to him when asking him which lipstick shade looked better on you. he groans louder, pounding the doll even furiously, “you’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum . . .”

he said he wanted to breed that tight cunt and make you his. you hadn’t even realized the video was three minutes long and you were nearing the end. he whimpers as he pounds tougher, snapping his hips against the doll with sniffles of your name and begs for his release. and then he cums. spills his seed deep in the doll with a guttural moan and fucked up camera angle as he doubles over. there’s a shuffling sound and then you can see clearly: see the load of cum spilling out of the doll, and he fingers the spill back in, moaning at the sight. “‘ts gonna be you next . . .” he murmurs, and the video ends.

you never saw him that way. he was your friend. but that promise he made at the end had your cunt throbbing, waiting for that treatment.

[mimikittysblog]

I promise you. you leave me alone with this man even for a single minute, i will fix korea’s population problem.

[ghuleh-recs]

just a papa and his ghoul.

happy belated bday @conjuring-ghouls pls enjoy these gifs of our two faves being each other's faves ♡

[delehosies]

i think we need to launch an investigation into slutty men and their slutty white shirts

[swampybogg]

[dawnbreakersgaze]

[sunrisemill]

Would it be better if I said pretty please ?? 😊

[miya-rin]

“what the fuck do you two think youre doing?”

shit, you think, you didnt notice the balcony door had been slid open until you heard the voice of one of your brothers. you start to pull away from suna’s lips which earns you a small whine from his end, his grip tightens around you and honestly it its quite cute the way he is trying so hard to savour the moment. “come back later, we’re kinda busy.” the boy mutters before trying to move your face away from the distraction so that he can kiss you once more.

“suna you get your hands off of her right now, i dont give a fuck that its your birthday.” osamu pipes up, he looks furious and a little bit disgusted, if it hadnt been for the situation youre in right now you would think its kind of funny.

“samu lay off him, it was a mutual agreement, im just as guilty as he is ok?” that does not seem to help the boys understand, if anything they seem even more angry with you both.

“what the fuck do you mean it was a mutual agreement? are you two hooking up or something? yn he just turned 18 a few hours ago are you forgetting that?” atsumu says, he is rambling on with every excuse he can think of as to why this is “so wrong”, from the corner of your eye you can see suna trying so very hard to hide the grin that is creeping its way onto his face, his hands still all over you despite the fact that you arent alone anymore.

“listen, it was his birthday wish ok? i swear it didn’t mean anything,” sunas grip begins to loosen ever so slightly, “i just though it would get him off my back and get him over his little crush on me.” suna’s facial expression shifts but you choose to ignore it, you have bigger problems to deal with at the moment.

“no this is not ok, how would you feel if me or samu kissed one of your friends because it was their birthday wish?”

“that’s different, why would my friends want to kiss either of you?”

“excuse me? ill have you know that many women want to kiss me! and dont think youre getting off the hook either suna, ill make sure you never-“ you dont even want to hear the threat that is about to come out of his mouth, you just want to get out of this shitty situation.

“boys please, just give us five minutes to talk and then we will be back inside ok? i promise.” your efforts to plead with your brothers finally work.

“…fine,” atsumu mumbles, “but this better be a one time thing. im not gonna deal with you two being all lovey dovey around me.” and with that he lightly tugs on osamu’s sleeve, signalling him to walk back inside and continue the party. he closes the balcony door but not before bringing two fingers up to his eyes and then pointing them at the two of you. its a warning.

you turn back to suna and notice the sad look on his face - he looks kinda cute like this, “so, what do-“.

“did you really mean what you just said to them?” the poor boy looks heartbroken, after waiting three years to finally have a chance with the girl he loves wants the moment is ruined like that? “did you actually just do that so i would leave you alone?” his hands fully leave your body now and he takes a step back to put some distance between you two.

“well i mean sort of yeah… ive never looked at you in any way other than my brothers best friend if im going to be honest, i dont know if thats because of the age difference or what but ive never thought we could be anything.” the look of hurt is prominent on his face no matter how hard he tries to hide it, normally playful banter would have been thrown back and forth between the two of you but rintarou just stays silent, an indication that youve fucked up.

“listen suna i dont know what you want me to say, i wasnt really thinking when i said that to atsumu it just came out. i am 4 years older than you and many people would not approve of us if i decided to give you a chance.”

“who cares? i could treat you so right if you would just let me. i have waited entirely too long for this moment, all im asking for is one date.”

“you said that about the kiss too, one thing is never enough with you is it? you always need more.” a playful smile creeps onto your face which is outshined by the one on sunas, he knows that your smile means that you agree to go on a date with him.

“i really hope you arent fucking with me right now, that would be so cruel, especially on my birthday.”

“oh give the birthday excuse a rest now will you? you dont need to keep on at me you have already got what you want.”

“mhm i absolutely have,” he walks closer and once again wraps his arms around you, placing a hand under your jawbone to make you look up at him, “and i couldnt be happier.” he states as he pulls you in for a passionate kiss once more <3

[rowdyluv]

Say Yes - qh43

Summary: Quinn’s girlfriend attends the Hughes Bowl at Rogers Arena. She’s overtly in love with him (kind of annoying tbh) Quinn surprises her after the game.

Warnings: fluff, obsessy gf, eyes don’t leave bf, use of y/n, oc?

Word Count: 2.35k

Notes: I chose a random name for readers best friend. Ahem split second appearance of other nhler with bff. May or may not have successfully? wrote something.

In the hustling and bustling heart of Vancouver, nestled between the towering skyscrapers and the gentle caress of the Pacific sea breeze, stood the mighty Rogers Arena. Its gleaming exterior reflected the city's vibrant energy, a beacon of excitement that drew in locals and tourists alike. The chilly winter evening had descended, casting a soft glow upon the cobblestone streets, as the anticipation for the night's event grew palpable.

The Hughes Bowl also known as the Vancouver Canucks versus the New Jersey Devils

Inside the arena, the air was electric. The mouthwatering scent of popcorn and nachos mingled with the faint aroma of fresh lemonade and the mixture of alcohol in some areas. The thunderous roar of the crowd grew louder with every passing second, echoing through the vast space like a crescendo of anticipation.

Y/N and Mia, perched in the first row by the glass barrier, were surrounded by a sea of blue and green jerseys. A few red and black jerseys sprinkled in the mix. Guests in attendance dressed out were the die-hard fans, their eyes glued to the rink, where the players currently skated about in a blur of motion, warming up for the night’s showdown between the Canucks and the Devils.

When the lights had dimmed and both national anthems for Canada and the United States had a chance to play, a collective chorus of cheers fell over the stadium.

The spotlights that once bathed the ice in a soft multicolored glow lifted replaced with the bright white, and the players took their positions.

Quinn, was the center of y/n’s attention, his eyes focused and intense. He looked over at Y/N and Mia, flashing a quick smile that sent her heart racing. The puck dropped, and the game was underway.

Throughout the first period, Y/N did all she could to try and memorize every move Quinn made. An attempt to hold on to his years in the league for when they’re long over. His stick-handling was mesmerizing, a dance of precision and power that left the opposition scrambling. Whenever he checked one of his brothers, she held onto a strange mix of pride and protectiveness that swelled within her. She knew that behind the smiles and jovial rivalry, they were all fighting for the same thing: victory.

Leaning over to Mia, she whispered excitedly, "Did you see that? He totally outplayed them both! Jack and Luke!" Each time she spoke, her voice grew a little louder, the excitement spilling over like a fizzy drink. Mia, ever the supportive best friend, nodded and cheered along, even though she wasn't as versed in the nuances of the game. Y/N's eyes never left the ice when her love was on for a shift, captivated by the grace and strength of the man she loved.

Midway through the second period, Quinn scored a breathtaking goal through the goalie’s 5-hole. He spun around, stick in the air, as the crowd erupted in a cacophony of cheers. Y/N's face lit up brighter than the goal lamp as she jumped to her feet, slapping the glass in exhilaration. Quinn skated to where she was sitting behind the glass. He blew her a kiss and yelled to her, “that was for you babygirl.” She turned to Mia, her eyes sparkling with pure joy, "I knew he was just as bad as you are!" Mia giggled, pulling her best friend in to a hug, the sound of their laughter lost in the deafening applause.

The game continued, each play more intense than the last. The tension grew as the score remained close, neither team willing to concede an inch of the ice. With every check, every pass, and every shot on net, Y/N felt her heart pound harder in her chest. Her eyes never left Quinn, not even when his brothers had the puck. It was as if she could feel his every move, his every breath. Her cheers grew louder, her hands slapping the glass more vigorously, leaving behind a smudge of her palm print like a silent applause.

In the third period, the game reached a fever pitch. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, a symphony of hope and nerves. The Devils had managed to tie the game, and the Canucks were desperate to pull ahead. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and the metallic tang of fear. With minutes to go, Quinn stole the puck from his youngest brother, breaking away on a two-on-one. The arena held its collective breath as he streaked down the ice, the sound of his skates slicing through the frozen surface like a knife through butter.

Y/N's eyes were glued to him, her heart racing in her chest. The play unfolded before her in slow motion, every second stretching into an eternity. Quinn passed the puck to his teammate, who whipped it back to him with the grace of a ballet dancer. The goalie saw it coming, but it was too late. Quinn's shot was a rocket, flying straight into the top corner of the net. The arena erupted into a frenzy of cheers and the sound of thousands of hands clapping together in unison. The goal lamp flashed red, the buzzer sounded, Quinn’s media tape looped on the scoreboard. His teammates rushed him for a celebration. Y/n was watching in awe of her man. Mia was watching her best friend in happy wonder.

Mia nudged her, "Looks like you got yourself a star player!" she said, her voice barely audible over the din. Y/N nodded, her smile so wide it hurt. She felt like she was floating, the adrenaline from the goal still pulsing through her veins. The final buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game. The score was 3-2 in favor of the Canucks. The arena echoed with the chant of "Quinn! Quinn! Quinn!" She could see the pure elation on his face as he skated over to her, the grin stretching from ear to ear. He tapped the glass, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Quinn had the last scoring game puck in his hand. He had already wrote on it and brought it straight to her, he pointed up towards the top of the barrier and then to her, a silent message he was tossing it to her. With a flick of his wrist, he flung it over, sending it soaring through the air. Time seemed to slow as it spun, a perfect arc of twisting team logos and black against the vibrant backdrop of the cheering crowd. Y/N's hand shot up, her palm open and ready to receive it. The puck smacked into her palm with a satisfying thud, the residual ice shavings from the game still clinging to it.

The crowd's roar grew even louder as they noticed the gesture, the cameras flashing from the stands and the Jumbotron spotlighted on her, capturing her disbelief and pure happiness. She clutched the puck to her chest, feeling its coldness against her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth flooding her cheeks. The moment was surreal, a memory she knew she'd cherish forever. She mouthed a silent "thank you" to Quinn, who was already being dragged away by his teammates for an impromptu interview.

As the players filed off the ice, the tension in the arena didn't dissipate. Instead, it transformed into a buzz of excitement and congratulations. Y/N watched Quinn closely, her eyes tracing his every move as he was interviewed, his voice steady and humble despite the victory. He talked about teamwork and the importance of family, never failing to mention his brothers and their shared love for the sport. Her heart bursting with pride as she heard him speak, his words resonating with the audience.

Finally, the moment came. The Zamboni glided onto the ice, smoothing out the battleground where Quinn had just claimed victory. He skated over to the bench, his gaze seeking hers through the throngs of people. She waved, the puck still clutched in her hand, a symbol of his triumph. He pointed at her, then at the locker room, signaling for her to wait for him. The crowd began to disperse, the blue and green jerseys forming rivers of humanity that flowed through the arena's exits.

Y/N and Mia remained in their seats before heading down to wait outside of the locker room, the excitement still coursing through them like an electric current. They chatted animatedly about the game, replaying Quinn's heroics in their minds, their voices a mix of disbelief and pride. As the last of the fans trickled out, the arena staff started prepare for the post-game cleanup.

The doors to the locker room finally swung open, and the players began to emerge, their faces flushed from exertion and their eyes gleaming with the adrenaline of victory. Quinn spotted Y/N immediately, his grin growing even wider when he saw the puck in her hand. His strides to her were urgent and quick, the sound of his skates, that were hanging off the side of his bag, clanking against one another echoing through the now-quiet corridor. He was dressed back in his game day suit, no tie, but perfectly put together.

Y/N looked up at him, her confusion palpable. "Why aren't you in your comfy clothes?" she questioned, gesturing to his suit.

Quinn chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "I had to make an impression, didn't I?" He leaned down, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Besides, I had a surprise for you."

Y/N turned the puck over in her hand, her eyes widening as she read the message scrawled in black sharpie. "Best game of my life," it read, "make it better by saying yes." Her cheeks flushed, and she looked up at him, her eyes filling with unshed tears as he’s down on one knee. "Quinn, this is..."

"It’s crazy, yes but I couldn't wait. You're it for me, you're everything. And after that game, playing against my brothers, I just know this is right." His voice was earnest, his gaze unwavering as he pulled out a small velvet box. “Yes I know in front of the locker room isn’t ideal, but I just had the best game I’ve had in months, I finally beat my brothers. You’re the girl of my dreams and I can’t hold onto this any longer because I’m afraid the yahoos behind you will let it out while they’re here. So baby, please will you marry me?” Quinn asks tears of love in his eyes.

Y/N felt as if the world had stopped spinning. She looked down at the box in his hand, her heart racing like a bullet train. She assumed this was coming later on in life, but she never expected it to happen here, in the lower interior of the arena she had watched him play in so many times before. An indescribable warmth spread through her, expansive spread across her from her toes to her fingertips. She looked into his eyes, her voice shaking with raw emotion, "Yes, Quinn. Yes, I'll marry you."

The words hung in the air, suspended for a moment before reality crashed back in. The locker room doors opened wider, and his remaining teammates spilled out, cheering and clapping. They had been waiting for this moment, and now it was here. Quinn slipped the ring onto her finger, the diamond sparkling under the harsh fluorescent lights. It fit perfectly, as if it had been made just for her. She couldn't help but admire it, the way it caught the light and danced across her skin. Y/n turned to Jack and Luke to greet the brothers she was unaware were there until Quinn said something, but instead was met by Jim and Ellen.

“You’ll officially be our daughter!” Ellen saps pulling y/n into a hug.

“Can’t wait to have another female Hughesy!” Jim laughed with her, ruffling up her hair.

Y/n’s eyes are misty with happy tears. She hadn’t seen this coming like this at all, she had thought maybe it would happen in a year or two but not now.

It doesn’t matter the timing, Quinn is forever hers and she’s forever his.

“Quinn, This, here. It’s perfect.” She says, her voice full of wonder and love. “I wouldn’t want it any other way. So it is ideal. Don’t worry about what it looks like.”

Quinn broke away from Elias and Brock’s playful teasing, his smile growing as he wrapped her in a warm embrace. The cheers of his teammates and the small gathering of family erupting once more, but all Y/N could hear was the steady beat of his heart against her chest. He leaned down, cupping her face in his hands, and kissed her.

It was a kiss filled with the passion of a thousand suns, the promise of a lifetime together, and the sweetness of a love that had only grown stronger with each passing day. His lips were gentle yet firm, a declaration of his love and commitment. Hers responded eagerly, her arms snaking around his neck, the coldness of the ice forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Mia had been standing off to the side watching her best friend happily. As the couple kissed she muttered to what she thought was just herself “I’m so painfully single.”

“You and me both. Hi, name is Nico. Captain of the New Jersey Devils.”