#return of 4eva

[musictyme]

Big K.R.I.T. - King's Blues

[gold333ngirl]

mad girl missing melbourne march 😖

[lovehotelreservation]

chapter one: hi it's me you're all in danger summary: worldwide fame and a political tie or two has you--one of the biggest pop stars around--in dire need of reliable protection. thankfully you have four ex-military retirees to entrust your wellbeing to. but what happens when that protection turns possessive? rating: pg-13 (rating will increase across certain chapters) pairing: f!reader/task force 141 next chapter

as a longtime charli xcx fan, can't say i expected my brat autumn to be spent writing about the cod mfs 😭😭

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10 AM. London. Shangri-La. Hotel bar.

Somehow, being surrounded by opulence, prestige, and elegance made particular four men currently seated in the back of the space feel a bit out of place.

But they were here on a mission.

Or rather, a job now.

The days of being out on the field in camo fatigues were of the past. Now they were all seated together in suits–black and white, jacket, tie, pants and polished shoes–gin and lemon water on the table.

There was a bit of restlessness in the air and it was starting to spill out in the conversations shared amongst the four.

“Simon, would it literally kill ya to show yer mouth, man? Dae ya want the lass to think yer sick as a first impression?”

“A bit of mystery could be fun, no?”

“Are ya Scooby fuckin’ Doo or somethin?!”

“Johnny, can you keep it down? Your mohawk’s already gotten us enough looks as it is.”

“And what’s so wrong with a lil’ business casual, Kyle?!”

“Can you muppets keep it down!?”

The harsh lash of Price’s tongue had postures straightened and lips hushed.

With a sigh, he brought his fingers to his temple, wondering how he managed to save the world over and over again with these three. Still, his eyes flickered to his watch as he checked the time, a conversation from a month ago coming to mind.

“Price.”

A hand was extended out to him. Fluorescent lights at the American embassy in Paris hung above. Murmurs of French and English lingered in the air as the day proceeded.

Price grinned, returning the exchange with a firm handshake. “Miller. Good to see you standing, old friend.”

Moments later the conversation was held at Miller’s office, a familiar place during the times Price had visited. What stood out to him most was the newly framed photo of Miller and his blushing bride, Priscilla.

A miraculous matrimony all things considered.

Miller, an American ambassador. Priscilla, an activist whose loud and mighty voice helped push for change within socio-political and environmental spaces.

It wasn’t as if it was absolutely impossible for the two to meet–rather, it was just the fact they met after being held hostage alongside other world leaders and activists during a goodwill gala held at Berlin. Terror wished to deliver a haunting message to all of the world, with similar sieges held at other massive events, but thankfully the work of 141 and other allies blocked the reception.

Price glanced down at Miller’s desk, where a few pictures of a glamorous woman were splayed across files: a pop star by the name of Dollface. Formerly part of beloved girl group 4EVA, now setting the music scene alight with impeccable music production, godly vocals, and captivating choreography.

Or so he’s heard.

Right beside her was a clipped out headline from a newspaper:

Glastonbury Saved! Tragedy Averted from Terrorist Threat!

A job well done–courtesy of a certain phantom soldier.

“–I know your days of military campaigns are over, but this has been tearing Priscilla apart,” Miller sighed morosely. “While I know this is the fault of no one and she understands that change in the world comes at a cost, the fact that terrorists would target her niece’s festival performance has been haunting her.”

“Revolution does not come easy, that’s for certain,” Price mused as he glanced over at his friend’s face with an affirming nod. “Even so, it’s something still worth fighting for.”

Miller sighed out in agreement. “Of course.”

“So then.” Adjusting his posture, Price then continued, his tone light, “What can I and a few recently retired soldiers do for you, mate?”

His shoulders relaxing, Miller then reached down for one of the photos of the pop star, pushing it over towards Price. “Watch her. Protect her, please. She’s been an anxious mess ever since Glastonbury.” Gazing down at the newspaper headline clipping, he continued, “Her career’s at such a critical point and her first solo world tour’s been delayed enough as it is. Pressure’s everywhere–label, fans, the media. I know she wants more than anything to finally move forward. But–”

Gingerly picking up the photo, Price took in every single detail of the woman.

Of you.

Turning his focus back to Miller, he grinned, brows raising. “A bit of Price Protection and Co. could do wonders, yeah?”

“You’d be doing miracles, friend” was the response received, along with a vigorous nod.

Price held out his hand.

“It’s a deal.”

And now, the gang was all here, even though the gang was currently driving Price up the wall. Still, if there was anyone who he trusted to get the job done on behalf of a dear old friend, it was Gaz, Ghost, and Soap.

Or rather, from here on out: Kyle, Simon and Johnny.

It didn’t hurt that the gig paid quite handsomely–your label desperately wanted you to get back on stage one way or another. Since the Glastonbury incident, you’ve since been spending your days in London, far too afraid to leave anywhere. The plan was to slowly draw you out of your shell by planning all promotional endeavors around the UK before you would travel the world as intended.

Before any of that however, the first key matter of business is for the five of you to meet together.

10:15 AM. London. Shangri-La. Hotel bar.

“What do you lot think? Full glam or lowkey?” Kyle spoke up, now peering over to look at Johnny’s phone, who had brought up one of your music videos.

Price glanced over, seeing slick skin, big curls, gyrating hips, rouge lips, white heels, and sparkling eyes.

Such visuals were definitely not on Miller’s desk when discussing the job.

“Like right now?” Johnny queried back.

“Lowkey without question.” Simon folded his arms across his chest, his eyes peeking at Johnny’s phone, his expression reflective.

A sudden tap on the back of Price's shoulder just a moment later soon caught his attention. 

“Mr. Price…?”

He immediately turned back, the others following suit.

Johnny’s eyes widened, immediately switching off his phone to shove into his pocket.

Lowkey was correct.

A cap, oversized t-shirt with shorts hidden beneath, hair down, tennis shoes, a pair of sunglasses that were soon slipped off.

The contrast between who they saw on screen to who they were seeing now couldn’t be any more apparent.

Still, even by the way you stood before him, posture shrunken back slightly, eyes a bit downcast, voice softer than the usual bubbly vocals of your music, there was this grace, this aura that you exuded–one that spoke of a true bonafide performer rather than a mere average person.

Smiling warmly, Price held his hand out towards you for you to shake. “That would be me, dear.”

“Uncle Miller’s told me lots about you.” You smiled, bringing your hand up to take his.

So much smaller than his, he noted to himself, chuckling as he responded with, “I hope they’re my finer moments.”

Giggling in response, you affirmed, “As he said, only the best unclassified stuff. I’m Doll–” You quickly stopped yourself, opting to give your first name instead.

“Face pretty like a doll’s still,” Johnny murmured over to Kyle, who nodded in agreement.

Simon didn’t say anything but instead allowed his arms to rest by his sides, continuing to quietly observe you.

A world-renowned pop star with four former soldiers tasked to serve as her bodyguards.

Should be an easy enough job.

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thank you for reading !!! i know i tend to not really do multi-chapter pieces but idk the ghost of brat summer took over me after seeing a clip of soap and simon banter so i've been genuinely locked in with writing out this tale 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

subsequent chapters are going to be loosely tied together but i hope you enjoy my take on cod yumejo with this pop star otome 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

next chapter's up next friday !!! 🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️

[petra-dot-png]

I thought about MSA for the first time in 4eva and I have returned with my awesome ability to put characters into a polycule Bonus Lewthur under the cut 💥💥💥

yay!

[cowgurrrl]

Strangers

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader (cowgirl!reader???)

Author’s note: goddammit is this gonna be a thing

Summary: Javi struggles to assimilate back into civilian life in Texas until an old friend returns [1.5k]

Warnings: Texas Javi my beloved, language, addictive tendencies, PTSD symptoms, Javi + Steve 4eva, reader has a brother, southernisms, pining, yeah there’s probably gonna be a part two 🙄

Javi really did try his best to leave Colombia and the ghosts that pricked at his memory every time he turned a familiar corner. He wanted to do better. He felt he had to. Too many people died for him to just throw away his chance at life, but the days were long and hot, and he was so fucking tired. The nicotine patches stopped working, and the bottle suddenly wasn't enough to convince himself he was doing what he was sent to do. That he was doing the right thing. That he was a good person. 

He expected the feeling to leave him once he left the imaginary borders of Colombia and returned to the northern valley. He thought working with his dad and getting his feet back under him after years of being pushed and pulled at Reagan's whim would feel better than shaking down teenagers for narco information. Of course, it didn't disappear in the cacti and hazy horizons of Loredo or the arms of his father. It's only been a couple of hours, Peña, he thought. Give it some time. Who knows? Blistering Texas sunsets might be good for burning the blood off his hands. 

Except everybody in his small town knew of his exploits in Latin America. They knew his name was plastered to boxes full of evidence against the cartel and then some. They knew Chucho's boy was some kind of fucked up veteran or hero or whatever they wanted to call him. He avoided going into town more than necessary when he first got home because of how often he got stopped. It didn't matter if he was going to the hardware store, HEB, or the mechanic. Somebody ended up talking to him about Escobar or Cali. He couldn't escape his past even thousands of miles away from it. The only good thing about his newfound fame was the free drinks people pushed his way in the shit hole bar just on the outskirts of town. 

He tells himself to slow down, what with the early mornings and long days he's working, but it'd be a dick move to turn down free drinks, right? Sometimes, Javi loses hours in the bar, betting money on pool, flirting with women passing through town, and telling war stories of the jungle and sicarios and whatever else comes spilling out of his loose lips. He tells himself he's coping the best way he knows how when he comes down for breakfast looking and feeling like shit, his hair practically wet from lingering cigarette smoke, but he knows better. 

His dad deals with Javi's vices the same way they dealt with his mother's death: inefficiently and without making a sound. The most Chucho does is shake his head and sigh when Javi comes stumbling in at some ungodly hour. What more could he do? Javi barely told his dad where he was in the world. How was he supposed to tell him what he'd done? What he saw? What he allowed? No, his dad can never know. It'll kill him. It'll kill Javi to retell. 

Sometimes, Javi will call Steve and ask about Connie and the kids, and they'll act like they're old school buddies and not tethered together through tragedy and white powder. Steve will ask him about his sleep, and Javi will give some bullshit answer which makes Steve laugh. "Yeah, me too," he says one time. "Woke the baby up the other night 'cause I was talkin' again. Don't even know what about. Isn't that fun?" Javi doesn't give much away. He never does, but sometimes, it's just nice to know he's not alone in his struggle to get back to normal. 

Javi is back in town for a full forty days before he finally stumbles across you. At first, he doesn't remember you or your first name. Your last name, however, rattles around his skull until he finally gets the courage to ask if he knows you as he stands in line at the store. "You look familiar." He says, making you laugh. 

"I'd hope so. You were practically livin' in my house in high school." You say, throwing him back to his high school baseball days, spending time either in the field or on the ranch with your older brother. You were a little bit younger than him— the daughter of a weathered cattle rancher— and only caught his attention when you were in the way or being an obnoxious teenager. Man, did you grow up pretty, he thinks. Suddenly, he's hyperaware of his sweaty hair, rumpled shirt, and god-awful farmer's tan. 

"Last I heard, you'd moved out of town," Javi says, crossing his arms over his chest and eyeing you carefully. The freckles dotting your face from all your time in the sun should be considered lethal, especially when you smile. 

"Last I heard, you were engaged." Just as you did then, you don't hold your punches. The jab doesn't hurt, but it does make him laugh, an embarrassed blush crawling up his neck.

"Alright, you got me there," he says. "How's your brother?"

"Good. Married Suzanna a few years ago, and now they've got some babies running around." 

"They live around here?"

"Dallas," you say. "Dillon thinks he's too good for us and decided to be a real estate agent out there instead."

"Sounds riveting," Javi says and you laugh. The line gets shorter and shorter as you talk, but he can't focus on anything but you. "And you? What's a pretty girl like you still doing in this shit hole?" Something behind your eyes flickers at the comment and you take a deep breath, suddenly all too aware of how hot it is today.

"Somebody's gotta get Daddy off the horse every once in a while."

"And what? Your mama can't do that for you?"

"She knows better than to keep tryin'. I'm just as stubborn as he is, so one of us'll win or give up before the other." 

"Well, my money's on you." He says easily. You stare at each other for a little bit longer than necessary before the clerk calls you by name to get your attention. Your items are scanned, bagged, and paid for all in the span of a few seconds. You have no reason to linger in the checkout aisle, but you do, rocking on your boots' heels just a little. 

"Don't be a stranger, Peña." You say, looking him over as if you're seeing him for the first time. 

"I don't think this town's big enough for that." He says, and you chuckle.

"No, I don't think so either," you say. "Tell your dad I said hi." With all your Southern hospitality, you turn and leave. Javi watches you go until the clerk calls his name and breaks him out of it. Well, that and the sound of something crashing to the floor makes him reach for a gun he doesn't carry anymore. His shoulders brace for an explosion, and he can't catch his breath. He stares at the box and the broken jars in it as a pissed-off employee storms off to find a broom. He scoffs. 

Javi has dealt with some of the most dangerous people in the world, and jams are what spike his adrenaline. 

He tries to shrug it off and pay the cashier, but his ears are still ringing, and his heart is still racing when he climbs back into his truck. Fucking jam. He tries to forget about it as he drives home. He wants to forget about it. He wants to think of anything else. 

If that happens to be your smile, the way your laugh fills the air, or the inconspicuous way you looked at him when he complimented you, it's just a coincidence. 

When he gets home, he's craving a drink or a cigarette or something more physical to get his mind off of what happened. His shoulders slump with the weight of memory and Chucho sees. He always sees. He just doesn't know the right way to fix it. 

"Y'know, uh… your friend you used to play baseball with?" He asks, seemingly out of nowhere, as Javi puts away the groceries. He furrows his brows and gives his dad a confused look.

"I had lots of friends I played baseball with."

"He was datin' that girl you went to Homecoming with when you were a freshman?" Of all the things his dad remembers, of course, it's that. Javi resists the urge to roll his eyes and grinds his teeth instead.

"Suzanna?" He asks and Chucho snaps his fingers in a way that tells him that was the right answer. "His name was Dillion. What about him?" 

"Well, his dad heard you're back in town and invited us over for a barbecue," he says nonchalantly and Javi scoffs. "I'm not sure how he didn't know, but you know that old fucker's always out doin' something. Somebody probably told him something or the other. Anyway, you can say no. I told him you were still adjustin'."

"I'll go," Javi agrees too fast. "Might be good to… get outta the house. Wouldn't wanna be a stranger." Chucho is surprised but not displeased with Javi's answer, and they leave it as is. 

It's just reintegrating into civilian life. It's just socializing. It's just a barbecue. It's not an interrogation or a raid. It's coping. 

Apparently, coping could be really fun if he plays his cards right.

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[castielthinkr]

‘67 CHEVY

sam winchester x fem!reader cw lucifer era 😔 reverse hurt/comfort, can be read as platonic or romantic

summary in the midst of a potential apocalypse, the two of you find solace in the comforting interior of the impala notes i’ve missed writing for sam my number 1 ho 4eva love u also i promise dean x angel!reader is on its way it’s just taking FOREVER to write

you’ve noticed recently that sam seems to look increasingly tired. there are dark circles under his eyes that, yes, have been there for a while, but now they’re darker. more prominent.

it’s concerning.

and yet, when you come back to the motel room late at night, there’s never any movement. no mumbling, no shouting, no shaking. he’s as still as a statue - maybe even more so. he doesn’t talk much nowadays, not that you blame him. he tends to keep to himself, a result of what you’re sure is lucifer convincing him that both you and dean hate him. you do your best to reassure him that you don’t, but there’s only so much you can say to combat his psyche.

it all kicks off one night. the hunt you’d been on was long, having stayed in the shitty little town far longer than dean had been comfortable doing. ‘kicks off’, as it turns out, is a rather strong phrase for what happens.

you enter the motel room late at night, after a ‘thank you’ meal that the victim of your case had insisted she take you to. dean is fast asleep, sprawled out across one of the beds with a leg hiked up above the covers and arms starfishing beside him. you sigh, knowing you’ll be sharing with sam tonight, which inevitably means an early wake-up call.

you change quickly in the bathroom but when you return, sam is sitting upright in bed, chest heaving. his eyes are wide, frantically looking around until they land on you.

“hey, sam,” you say softly, not entirely sure if he’s present. sam breathes out your name, almost like a plea, and you make your way over to the bed. you don’t sit down, just in case it spooks him. “you okay?” he looks at you with those wide, fear-filled eyes. “you’re real?” you heart breaks for him, and you hold out a gentle hand, ignoring the slight shake in it. “yeah, i’m real.” he grabs your hand like a lifeline. his entire body is shaking like a leaf, and his eyes snap to a corner of the dingy motel room. your heart sinks.

“is he here?”

sam nods in response, his eyes flicking briefly over to you before looking back at the corner. you bite your lip. usually, dean is able to pull him out of these episodes, but dean is fast asleep and hasn’t slept more than six hours total in the last four days, so waking him is out of the question. you squeeze sam’s hand as you think for a moment.

“sammy?” you ask softly. “you with me?” he glances up at you again, and you gently place a hand on his cheek to keep him facing you. “just look at me. not him.”

he nods, and you begin to pull him up from his position. he hesitates, but you meet his eyes and he stands. you turn, not letting go of his hand, to grab the impala’s keys from where they sit on the table between the two beds, writing out a quick note for dean.

taking sammy for a drive. be back soon

you sign your name, leave the note in place of the keys, and pull sam to the door. he’s so out of it that you have to pull his shoes on his socked feet for him, and you can feel the coldness that seeps through the fabric. you grab him a jacket, just in case, and pull him out the door. he looks confused, but neither of you interrupt the comfortable silence that has settled.

you pull him to the impala, getting him comfortable in the passenger seat before getting in yourself, and turning the car on. whatever tape dean was listening to earlier starts blasting, startling you both. you scramble to turn it off, or at least turn it down, and sam lets out a small, breathy laugh.

you haven’t heard him laugh in weeks.

a smile comes to your face.

still holding his hand, you begin to drive aimlessly. up and down the country roads on the outskirts of town, through the usually busy high streets. you glance over to sam as the clock on the town hall building reads four twenty-five am, and see him looking peaceful for the first time since stanford.

by the time the two of you reach the motel again, the sun has begun to rise, and sam is talking. it’s quiet, almost nervous, but you haven’t heard him ramble about things in what feels like forever. you sit quietly, listening to him, until you take the keys out of the ignition. he begins to clam up again, clearly anxious about going back to the motel room where lucifer was taunting him, but you squeeze his hand and gently pull him along.

you lead him to his bed, briefly registering dean’s eyes slipping closed and the note you’d left for him now finding a place on the floor beside his bed. you sit next to sam, still holding onto his hand as he slips under the covers.

miraculously, he sleeps until noon.

[ninyard]

i am in my renee and andrew besties 4eva era rn (when am i not honestly..) and was wondering if u have any headcanons u’d like to share about them? <3 i love ur brain dude!!

Here’s something:

After thanksgiving, when Andrew has returned from Easthaven, he invites Renee for a sparring session. Renee agrees, and everyone tells her to be careful, that he’s different, that he’s unmedicated and scary and if she thinks she’s in danger she needs to yell for help. She thanks them for their concern with a tight smile and tries to hold back an unfortunately bitter eye roll when her back turns to them. Her and Andrew find their way to wherever it is they usually spar - an empty room? A parking lot?

But when they get there, Andrew doesn’t start. He usually does, with some annoying move that almost always trips her up, but this time he stands in front of her with this blank and bored look in her eyes.

Are you okay? She thinks, but she knows she can’t say it out loud.

The thing about Renee and Andrew, in my opinion, why they work, is they each can recognise themselves in each other. Renee can read Andrew better than he probably thinks that she can, and she gathered a lot about his past purely from insinuations and little comments made here and there. I don’t think she knew who Drake was, but when she heard what happened, and she heard foster father, and she heard Luther’s name mentioned, she knows exactly what the history is there. Andrew doesn’t open up to her like he does to Bee or Neil, but he does share with her the scrapings off the top of his story. When she shared her past with him, she saw the look in his eyes, the shadow that passed over his gaze, and knew what had happened to him. She knew what his questioning meant, the curiosity he held over the things she'd been through. The pieces fit together perfectly, in her opinion, the pieces that told her exactly why Andrew trusted her so much once she'd told him.

“Good or bad?” Renee asks him. She’s talking about Easthaven, his time there, but he doesn’t quite catch on. He rolls his wrist in a circular motion to gesture for her to continue. “The hospital.”

“Bad,” he says. “They weren’t very good at their jobs.”

Renee feels her heart in her throat at his monotonous and unemotional delivery. She also sees that look in his eyes again, this time unsheltered and unprotected by the cloud of medicated mania that usually covered it up.

“Power trip or opportunity?” She asks.

She knows all too well how it feels to be poorly treated by medical staff or authorities as someone who frequently ran into both in her youth. Andrew seems to understand her question, and runs his finger over the lightly raised outline of a knife beneath his arm bands.

"Both and neither." Andrew says. His eyes are tired, and for just a moment Renee finds herself almost... startled? For just a moment, it feels as if she is looking into the eyes of a stranger, stood in front of him, with no smile on his face and no wild look in his eyes. Renee realises that she's never seen Andrew like this before.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asks, as she’s prepping herself or tying up her hair. She notices how he hesitates.

Andrew doesn’t say anything, but still he doesn’t pursue the start of a fight. He doesn’t step forward to start the session, so Renee doesn’t start either.

“I get it, if you wanted to,” Renee offers, and Andrew looks at her, and his face says I’m not sure that you do. “I know you’ll talk to Betsy. I’m just offering an ear if you need to get anything off your chest.”

“Are you against killing medical professionals?” He says as he shakes himself out to take position. Renee smiles as she matches him.

“I’m against killing anybody these days,” she laughs. “But no, not if they deserved it. Keep that one between us.”

They fight for a while, but Andrew runs out of energy slightly quicker than usual. Renee wishes she could see something in him, some answer, some feeling now that his feelings were finally his own again, but each time she catches his eyes she is only met with this vast emotionless void. Renee naively hopes that with each step he takes, each fist he throws, that maybe he will finally be angry. Looking at him, knowing what he'd been through, imagining what had happened in Easthaven, she wishes he would scream and curse the world for the way it had treated him. It was a thought born from the old Renee, that much was clear. A thought founded in spite and revenge, born from fiery resentment and anger. Renee thinks Andrew deserves to kill each and every person who has felt entitled to him and his body. She would tuck her cross necklace beneath her blouse and go to confession afterwards, but she also knows she'd be right there with him.

[theunholybastard]

Could you do more era 3 ghoul content??? Anything, go wild lol

Absolutely!!! Perfect excuse for me to dump all my headcanons 😈🙏 I have not written NEARLY enough for this era smh </3

Era 3 Ghouls General Headcanons

(CW - Brief mentions of sex and poly/open sexual relationships)

Omega

•Very popular headcanon I know, but Terzo and him are lovers. Duh, goes without saying.

•Open relationship, but even with permission, Omega doesn't like to sleep around much; not without Terzo, at least.

•Big softy. Biggest softy. Can't watch sad movies. Or happy ones. He'll cry either way.

•Hopeless romantic. Long walks on the beach at sunset, candlelight dinner, rose petals everywhere, the whole shebang. Needs it like oxygen.

•Loves kids. Always dreamt about being a father, having a big family. Like, a big family, 5-6 kits ideally.

•Him and Alpha are always arm wrestling in the Ghoul den. Terzo is forbidden from being watching because he enjoys it wayyyy too much.

Alpha

•Resting bitch face under that mask. He's a chill guy, but he sure doesn't look like it.

•Also loves kids, but unfortunately, kids don't seem to like him. He's just too big and intimidating, and his aura is just a wee bit less pleasant for the little ones than Omegas is.

•Not to mention he's a bit awkward around them. Like he does not know how to talk to kids at all, just treats them like mini adults. (Like "Hey man what's up" to an infant or some shit)

•Has the opposite of a sweet tooth. He will physically recoil if the tiniest bit of sugar is in his coffee. He needs it black and scalding, anything else is like desert in a cup.

•May or may not have fucked Secondo once. Or twice. Or maybe a bit more than that. Who's counting?

Mist

•Genderqueer sapphic (no I'm not projecting)

•Them and Sunshine... Yeah, lovers.

•Mist and Sunny are probs the only Ghoul couple in the Ministry that is strictly monogamous. It's against a Ghouls nature to only have one partner, Ghouls are by default poly and insatiably lustful creatures. These two just happened to defy all odds.

•Very protective. They sre small but mighty and WILL bite a motherfuckers ear off. Quite confrontational when prompted.

•Big nature lover! Especially bodies of water. (She's a water Ghoul, after all)

•When they're having a bad day, they'll just go to the nearest pond or lake and wade in the water, the sound of toads croaking and crickets chirping calming her enough to return to civilization.

•People (Pebble, mostly) have had to physically pull her out of the water because she won't stop recreating the painting of Ophelia anytime she is slightly inconvenienced. They may be a bit dramatic sometimes.

Pebble

•Evil little gay boy. Not really, but kinda.

•Pissing people off is his hobby. It gets him all giggly. #1 ragebaiter.

•He has a soft spot for Mist, they're probably the only Ghoul he won't intentionally be a little shit to. BFFs 4eva <3

•Absolutely TERRIFIED of Primo. Hides behind Alpha anytime hes around. Alpha hates it.

•Takes up a lot of hobbies spontaneously. Literally anything you can think of, he's tried out for at least a week. He's been getting real good at glassblowing recently.

•DON'T touch his drums. He doesn't trim his claws and he will go for the eyes first.

Ifrit

•Loud talker. Absolutely terrible at volume control, if he's not actively thinking about it, he's yelling every sentence.

•Lover of spicy foods, the more tongue-numbing the better. Handles it better than any other fire Ghoul, it's scary...

•Big ol' goofball. You can't take anything he says seriously, it's either a setup to a joke or an elaborate prank. Ghouls will be Ghouls, I guess.

•Secretly a huge magic nerd and is VERY ashamed of it. Pebble is his #1 bully about it. Only a select few can be trusted to see him do a trick or two. He's very good at slight of hand.

•Old ladies seem to love him. I don't know why. He doesn't either. He's not complaining though, he fucking loves being invited to bingo night.

Zephyr

•Fiber glass eater. I am so serious he thinks that shit is delicious.

•Chronic pain, mainly in his legs and back. Lucifer knew he would be too strong if he had full mobility.

•Closest with Ifrit and Mist. Other than that, he doesn't really enjoy being around that many people. Not because he's a hater (like Pebble) but because he's a loner. Fiercely protective over the few he lets occupy his company.

•Quiet. Doesn't talk often, but when he does, he's very direct and well spoken, cool and calm, never raising his voice.

•Clueless. Cannot read social cues, its takes someone starts screaming at him for him to realize he may have said something upsetting.

•Ifrit is always "borrowing" his clothes because he just smells too damn good. He pretends to be annoyed by it but in reality he's actually flattered. He's a terrible liar too, hence why Ifrit continues to "borrow."

Phil/Special

•Probably the most normal guy in the Ministry.

•Hes slightly off-putting sometimes because he zones out quite a bit and doesn't realize he's staring into someones soul. Even when he isn't zoning out his eye contact is really intense.

•Also likes to keep to himself most of the time. Nobody really knows what he does all day by himself, nobody asks. Enjoys the company of Zephyr and Alpha on the occasion.

•Cannot play music for the life of him, which is why he wasn't in the touring band. He tried to learn anything, guitar, drums, singing, and he sucks at all equally. It kinda bums him out sometimes, because he's so damn passionate about music. Its chill though, he enjoys his role in the Ministry fine enough. What is his role, exactly? Uhhhhhhhhh

-

[valentine-writes]

for you!

「 tws + notes: no tws, fluff, not edited, kinda ooc my bad,, im learnin,,, 」

↳ ft. gwen stacy, hobie brown/spider-punk, miguel o'hara/spider-man 2099, miles morales, and pavitr prabhakar

「 gn! reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

author's note: obvi strictly platonic for miles, pav, + gwen but like. anyways!! just practicing writing for them becuz otherwise they will be So OOC for everyone's reqz and i literally would die. highkey struggled a bit but i'm tryin y'all!!! ("trying" but this is unedited ASF) ...eveyone look away from my obvious bias for gwen i heart her. i wanna,, also write for more characters eventually,, sooo,, hc reqs,,, hehehe :3 no full ficz,,, yet-

GWEN STACY headcanons:

▸ she doesn't do friends. not really anymore. oh but like. aside from miles, ur also an exception.

your friendship just kinda. happened?? it was a slow process but eventually y'all got close

▸ you supported her in her band endeavours! u know how knives chau rocks the homemade sex bob-omb merch in scott pilgrim vs the world (sorry 4 being a scott pilgrim fan and referencing it. im battling DEMONS.) THATZ U. biggest supporter for realz!! and she appreciates it so so much :,(

▸ she tries to hold u at arms length initially but ends up missing u too much when ur not around :( you've gotten really close to her over time– something neither of you had expected. but having a friend is refreshing for her. she's secretly always just a little anxious about losing you.

one time, in the middle of your developing friendship, she just kinda... dipped. left you on seen, didn't return your calls– you hadn't seen her in a while. but she came back, apologized profusely (through a lot of stumbled sentences and awkward rambles), and then swore never to do it again. you were... conflicted. so you asked her if anything was wrong and she mustered the courage to be vulnerable with you.

you are probably one of the first people in a long time that she'd actually been able to open up to.

▸ sleepovers where u jus stay up and watch slasher films. idk man i just feel this one in my heart. even if ur not particularly fond of horror, gwen is cool abt it if u need to cover ur eyes or hide under a blanket. y'all are practically screaming at the screen whenever the protagonist makes a dumb choice, acting like the characters can actually hear u

"if you go into that FUCKING BASEMENT I SWEAR–"

"nah– she's doing it. watch. WATCH."

"I CANT"

HOBIE BROWN headcanons:

▸ u are NOT calling this guy hobart. the first time u ever called him that Everyone Else was thrown off. like. no. we gonna stick w/ hobie for this one.

you, however, had the funny little idea of shortening his nickname even further. now sometimes– just on occasion– it's bee.

naturally, he's too cool to care abt what he's called, so he doesn't seem to have too many feelings about your overly cutesy nickname for him.

▸ you know any instruments? great. jam sessions with him. you don't? he'll teach you to play guitar. few ppl are given permission to touch His Guitar... but he can afford to make exceptions.

as he's teaching you, his chest collides against ur back a couple times, his hands guiding yours. he'll gently guide your fingers on the fretboard and yeah it's like– maybe not the most efficient way to learn. but whatever. he's pretty good with helping you figure it out.

▸ if you express wanting a piercing, tattoo or wanting to change up your hair (dying it, cutting it, whatever–) he's immediately gonna be like. "yea? ok. bathroom. right now." he'll help you out. king of diy truly.

and hey, the piercings never get infected, the stick and pokes turn out fine, the haircuts never look that bad, and the hair dye doesn't turn out awful so like. win???

supports you in your impulsive choices– piercings can close, diy tattoos fade, hair can grow– but the joy of self expression iz 4eva!!!!

▸ he lets you steal clothes from him. totally will point it out, but won't be all that bothered by it. HE'S GONNA BE TAKING FROM UR CLOSET TOO you practically share a wardrobe at this point. the others slowly become unable to differentiate which clothes you and hobie own individually. even if your wardrobes are completely different– trust he will find a way to keep a small piece of you with him

MIGUEL O'HARA headcanons:

▸ this man is emotionally distant asf. how did you achieve this relationship with him. answer: no clue!!! (｡･･｡) now that ur tight w/ him i am begging you. for the sake of the multiverse. get this man a therapy consultation RIGHT NEOWWW..... they literally have therapy services available in the spider society hq. if you dont HAUL HIS ASS OVER THERE–

▸ it's really no secret miguel has a soft spot for you. though he is very adamant about the fact that he doesn't– most people know that he's a little less grumpy with you around.

you seem to be one of the only people who can actually make him smile. which is. crazy. the first time he ever laughed at a joke you made you just kinda froze and stared at him, wondering if you had just vividly hallucinated miguel being happy. it was a light chuckle, where he kinda,, put his hand over his mouth and looked away. but it was SHOCKINGGG

▸ if you managed to get along with miguel, you're probably also besties with lyla. miguel however does not enjoy this. mainly because you two gang up on him. a lot. aka whenever ur arguing about anything w/ miguel, lyla is more likely to take your side. for funzies!!! she calls you her favourite– and it's like. man. are you getting along with miguel just for his little hologram assistant? i would but im gon shut my mouth on this one

it's funny how easily u two get along. she has officially attached all his bank info to ur online shopping accs and gaming shit. go wild. he'll never know (he finds out.. eventually.)

▸ it's actually really weird how you affect him. and everyone's noticing. he's constantly overworking himself to preserve the safety of the multiverse and when he's not, he's reminiscing on the past- but you give him something that he hasn't had in a while- an actual break. you pull him away from his responsibilities, from the screens he gazes into for so long, and for once he can relax. even if it's just for a minute

MILES MORALES headcanons:

▸ i saw hcs of a friendship w/ miles like gumball and darwin and i literally cannot get it out of my head. y'all r tight like that!!!! itz canon now. considering miles doesn't have a lotta friends (in his universe, at least) he's glad to have you!!! you're probably one of the people he hangs around the most. if you're somewhere, miles is probably somewhere around you too. and if he is not? he's probably just late. spiderman-ing around nyc probably

▸ his parents have really grown to like you too!!! let's assume u dont pull a gwen and address them by their first names. (i love her so much no shade at all but PLEADYUWEGFEHF that was So White of her) miles always has you over to hang out– which usually means you're invited to have dinner with them. his mom especially is always makin sure ur feeling at home and u got enough on ur plate (she is so sweet i adore her)

miles is constantly hearing: "when are they coming over again? you haven't had them over in a while-" rio hearts u. (and i heart rio.)

▸ STREET ART WITH MILES STREET ART WITH MILES– he def taught u what he learned from his uncle aaron. eventually u found a place you two can spray paint 2gether and u go w/ him whenever u need to destress a bit ^_^ it doesn't matter what ur skill level is in art, he's happy to teach you! sometimes, for practice, he'll even draw you!!! and though he hasn't shown you yet,,, he's been comfortable enough w/ you to leave his sketchbook open when you're around

▸ ALSO!! your hangouts probably have a killer soundtrack. u share a collaborative playlist w/ miles and swap recommendations every so often– so whenever ur both 2gether and jus chilling you've got good music 2 blast which is a combo of both ur tastes!!! he probably loves ur music, even if itz something he doesn't typically listen to. it's jus so you.

▸U ARE HIS CANVAS NOW. if u let him, he'll doodle in pen on your arm. he's always so focused, his eyes fixed on your skin as he doodles all over your forearm and hand. his grip is gentle as he turns your arm, tilting it every so often to make sure it looks right. there is no awkward silence, no pressure to make conversation- the quiet shared is comforting.

eventually he runs out of space and blinks up at you,, almost forgetting who he was drawing on. he'll apologize for getting so carried- but his drawings look amazing.

...and then he realized it was permanent marker and immediately doubled his apologizes.

PAVITR PRABHAKAR headcanons:

▸ im going to put this here and i dont know why specifically this came to mind. but never play just dance with him. you will LOSE. one of thse people who don't have to try to win. but he WILL put his 100% in it and eat you UPPPP.

sorry u can't outdo him </3

like bro those moves AREN'T EVEN PART OF THIS DANCE HOW ARE YOU STILL WINNING???

▸ gym bro but not Insane Gym Bro just.... gym bro. will try to get you to workout with him,, but like. cool if you don't wanna! is the most supportive gym buddy to have though. will always encourage you throughout the entire thing and not even just to get you to push through a set- this boy genuinely jus believes in you so much.

▸ he's constantly talking to you about gayatri. he loves his gf sm. if ur one of those people who Don't Like hearing abt other ppls relationships he'll make an attempt to tone it down

but trust he NEVER. EVER. makes you third wheel them. gayatri also will make sure of this- so now... more than often... if you're tryin' to hang with the both of them- THEY BOTH TRY TO PLAY MATCHMAKER FOR YOU.

LIKE. you can't just be LONELY. they're gonna make sure of it. pav and gaytri number one wingmen,..,, women,,, besties

▸ probably texts u like crazy. the type of guy to send u things throughout the day like "this is so you :]" he loves his bestie (YOU!!!)

sometimes it's like,, a particularly interestingly shaped cloud. maybe a cool bug that landed nearby him. a flower growing out of the pavement cracks.

and then sometimes it's like. this.

"this is you."

[monstermoviedean]

hi quuen(gn) i know its been like years and its nowhere near the anniversary but i was feeling nostalgic today and was scrolling back through the j2 fallout tag and i saw u post about how u had been theorizing about it before it came to light and i just wanted to say if you ever would like to make an in depth post with all ur thoughts it would personally make my whole entire year. anyways obvi no pressure and i love all ur posting!

anon i'm sorry i took so long to respond!!! i am beyond flattered that this would make your whole entire year so i'm going to try to do it justice but please know that i appreciate you so much 🥹 this was really fun and a much-needed distraction from real life so thank you!!!

okay so the thing i must emphasize is: i don't know shit. i have no evidence. i do not have any insider connection to the fallout. i am wholly pulling stuff out of my ass. but the weird thing is...pulling stuff out of my ass has not always been totally incorrect?? (yes i know how that sounds yes i'm keeping it)

possibly helpful context: i was active on spnblr while seasons 8-10 were airing, drifted away after s10, then returned after 15x18. so i came into it with the 2012 picture of j2 in my mind: best friends 4eva, basically brothers, etc etc. at that point i also didn't know about jared's documented public bad behavior (not a strong enough term but you get what i mean). so when i got a better handle on the 2020 spn landscape it was like oh this is weird.

first off, i did not originate the j2 fallout theory. I don't know who to credit but they're a genius. and anything i say here is likely not an original thought and draws on others' ideas. frankly for a long time i believed in the fallout in the way i believe in the loch ness monster: i think it's fun, it gives me a laugh, and it's ultimately not hurting anyone, so why not? for a brief period in 2020-2021 tumblr had a groups (?) feature that was like a group chat. someone made a j2 fallout theory group (sorry, I don't remember who!), i joined, a couple dozen of us chatted and shared some lighthearted theories. it wasn't that serious iirc, we were just having fun. passing around posts and tagging them with j2 fallout, taking innocuous events and joking that they were rock-solid evidence of a fallout.

the thing is though...the j2 interactions during the period of november 2020 through june 2021 were limited. like, conspicuously so. it was too quiet. and jensen was especially, notably quiet about anything. this is the period where the "sexy silence" came from (my opinion is that the sexy silence continues to this day, but that's just me).

i can't cite sources off the top of my head for this but i'm trying to only use examples that i'm confident happened - but please take it with a grain (or lots) of salt. but here are the important events imo:

mid- to late-2019: that convention where jensen said the finale "didn't sit right" with him and he called kripke about it. kripke helped him come around to it, but he still sounded unsure (imo). i think he said something to the effect of seeing the value in that ending and understanding why it was happening that way, but definitely not the same exuberance others (ie jared) showed for it.

summer/fall 2019: the press run where jensen wore the "if they did but know" gucci jacket and looked visibly checked out during those interviews, which is kind of incredible given what we know about his ability to control his face. i have gifs.

september 2020: finale filmed. jensen immediately turns around, sets up chaos machine, and acquires the rights to spn. within a few weeks iirc.

november 2020: the interview (entertainment weekly?) where jensen was super excited about the confession and talked about coming up with the handprint on the day of ("that'll make somebody scream in their apartment"). the instagram comment on the picture of the handprint jacket thanking the crew for their work. liking two tweets about 15x18 (misha's for sure, and i think berens'?) and nothing. NOTHING. about the finale. no goodbye. no post. not even liking others' posts. just. Nothing. sexy silence era begins.

december 2020: the stacey abrams call. nothing said about the finale. we all start going "oh shit something is very, very weird here." Someone wins the jensen q&a but it either never happens or we never hear about it.

january 2021: little fuzzy on these but i think this is when he got that award and thanked a bunch of people but not jared. he was wearing a bi flannel and in the mountains. and i think this is where "moving to get away from jared" speculation started because he clearly wasn't in texas. i think this was the interview where he made his hair stand on end like a mad scientist and laughed half heartedly when jared said something about working together again.

spring 2021: not much eventful - a couple cons, not much discussion about anything regarding the end of the series. which is still so weird! somewhere in here was jensen getting new roles which were conspicuously Not walker. and he still didn't like anything on twitter. at all. for months his most recent likes were the two 15x18 tweets.

june 2021: everything blows the fuck up!!!!!!!! prior to that we had absolutely no solid evidence that the fallout was real and then all of a sudden it was live on twitter!!!

here is what i think. i think the relationship had been drifting for a while (the s15 gag reel bit where jensen is clearly irritated that jared isn't paying attention comes to mind). and when the finale was pitched and jared was fine with it - or even actively supportive - that was the beginning of the end. known deangirl here but if i had played and loved a character for 15 years and that ending was pitched to me (as a good ending no less!) i would be upset. And i would be more upset if i was the only one who was upset.

my baseless speculation is that jensen was not good with the ending (for extremely obvious reasons) and wanted a different ending, but nobody else supported a different ending. and i do believe that it's possible the ending could have been changed if both jared and jensen pushed back. i got the sense that they rarely pushed back on the writers, but if they made a concerted joint effort they could effect change. and that didn't happen.

jensen had a lot of feelings about this (not making fun of him, i really do sympathize). and jared didn't. and that felt alienating, and then the whole last season happened and covid happened and the confession happened and jared is saying the finale is his favorite episode while jensen is saying he had to fight tooth and nail for dean to die on his feet. can you imagine spending months filming your final season, knowing what it's leading up to, watching jared phone it in because it won't affect him? knowing he didn't have your back at a time when you really needed it?

again. i don't know shit. maybe jared borrowed jensen's impala and crashed it. maybe he pissed in that absurdly expensive pizza oven. maybe he insulted family business beer. who knows. i just think that jensen put up with a lot for a long time, and the finale was the last straw. and he would have been polite and cordial to the very end if jared hadn't had a toddler meltdown live on twitter. (there might also be something interesting in "oh so it's fine if dean dies in canon but if sam isn't in the winchesters it's the end of the world?!")

i hope this was satisfactory anon :) lots of love to you!!!

[ruthiesrambles2]

MelRuth and brakenight for the ship bingo (thought I’d return the favour 😇)

Mel/Ruth

I haven't had a proper sleep since March 2022

See You Around!!!

Insane abt them

Post canon cottagecore lesbians pls

Banging my fist on the ground about them

You can't kill god and her angel ok

Hello??!!

They have already kissed in every place thst matters (except canon)

Free space: there's a melruth for everyone fr. Do you want toxic? Soft? Hurt comfort? Friends to lovers? Enemies to lovers? One night stand? Fwb? Poly? That one time after the Christmas party...?

Oh boy do i

They each deserve to bite. As a treat

They were in love your honour the writers are COWARDS

Melruth 4eva

I support women's wrongs

Me@besties when melruth thoughts

They're so cute!!

I'm so so so normal. I promise

Coworkers having fun

Till/Audrey

Canon lesbiabs my most beloved

They both need to be allowed to be happy now pls

I will cut a man 🔪

Pretty!!!!

Mostly I am a consumer and that is how I got here

I just love their vibe ok

[jaggedwolf]

pll rewatch 2x07

Can you believe this episode is called “Surface Tension” and yet there is no noted swimmer Paige McCullers on-screen? (Yes, I know exactly when my fave will return from the war, but still.)

While Hanna beams that a broken pipe == Hannily sleepovers 4eva, Aria and Spencer share a look implying they know exactly how incompatible the two as roomies are

Not only does Emily make nice breakfast for the Marins, she does so after a run. Emily has been awake for hours.

Caleb is less amenable to Hanna being his sugar mommy than Toby is to Spencer being his sugar mommy. Formulating a ranking of liar love interests’ okayness with that 

Our sheltered suburb girls are so concerned about the sketchiness of his phone business. Like what is he even doing that is that bad. Jailbreaking phones? Letting them mimic other numbers? Throwing in some ringtones?

Ashley & Ella get to have a conversation going hey, pretty fucked up shit’s been happening to our daughters huh? BTW Peter Hastings sucks. Just some mom bonding.

Emily comments that she’s bumped up her training and that practice has been kicking her butt, and I will take this opportunity to theorize about what Paige has been up to. Is she closing in on Emily’s times, given that she is not suffering from A? She was also granted the power of swimming for one’s self last season, while now Emily is hyperfocused on the scout

The detail here is that Emily isn’t necessarily afraid of being caught. The offer A sent to Pam was conditional on Emily staying MVP and anchor. Slacking off and missing either role once would be enough for Emily to bullshit about not meeting the conditions.

But of course that is not how Emily’s mind operates. She is trying to make up for the guilt of lying to the parents by making herself worthy of every scholarship in the world

At the Montgomery dinner party, Aria volunteers to babysit for the couple who recently had a baby.

I buy that, Aria is the only one of the liars who would babysit and enjoy it. She’ll use the cash to buy more horrific feather earrings. 

When Alison says maybe she’s interesting in someone interested in field hockey, Spencer goes 🤔 but boys don’t play field hockey. Alison is talking about Ian but Spencer...honey...

Oh 14 year old car-hacking Caleb backstory that I have zero memory of. My main thought here is that we should all imagine said sad teen hacker Caleb getting adopted by the Leverage crew, they would be like oh we shall arrange a nice normal family for you and he’s like 😠I want to keep hacking with you guys Hardison has some cool shit

Spencer's so fucking frightened at her dad burning the hockey stick. She hates the idea of him thinking she killed Alison, she hates even more the idea of him thinking she planted it there to get attention (again), and she is now fully fixated on the answer being Jason! In the backyard! With the hockey stick! That her dad’s refusal to explain his animosity towards Jason or the burning of the stick crawls into her brain and sends it into a tizzy

Like haha did you think Spencer could get to have a normal time in her house now that Ian is out of the picture? Nope! 

Peter is also tipsy here, with mussed up hair and a loosened tie and my dude, did you brood in your house over the hockey stick for hours only to burn it right as your daughter appeared in the living room? 

He totally did

Aria is so laser focused on the Jenna/Garrett of it all that she does not notice at all Mike’s rant includes the phrase “I wanted a gun so I could get out of here.” Very scary phrase

Oh, also Ella and Byron suck for not sending all of their dinner guests out the door before leaving to get Mike, and instead have their teen daughter continue to host in this very awkward situation? Aria’s even the only one to verbalize it would very weird for Mike to come back to the house while guests are still there! 

Aria thinks of herself as the third adult of the Montgomery household but I’m scared that her parents think that too

Okay so which do you think Pam would disapprove of more? Emily living in the Marin house where she witnesses Tom/Ashley along with Hanna, or Emily living in the Montgomery house where their teen son was the one doing the local burglaries

[georgiapeach30513]

So we haven't seen Chris lately, but have we seen Pedro since he left his hotel? I'm thinking something is up. Someone returned a bowtie and stayed.

Maybe Chris is heartbroken at the departure of his beloved Pedro.

ChrisRo 4Eva

[angelicgentleman]

💖💖💖 { have at it }

<3

💖 @wildxunchartedwaters has been my longest mutual (from and on the previous blog) and every day I'm grateful for meeting him. We've been friends pretty much since we started talking (now that I look at the dates, it's almost an anniversary). We might not roleplay as much as we used to, but I don't mind at all, because I appreciate our friendship all the same. He is the person I have the most in common with, starting with interests and opinions, as well as hobbies and fandoms. Luka was able to carry me through likely the roughest patch in my life and I'm insanely grateful for it. Writing with Luka is always fun. Likely my favourite Damien, Gregory, and Mole out there, but then again, they're very dear to me. Luka is very talented in terms of writing and art, and I always admired both, the same way I admire his creativity. Best friend, Brad Pitt 4eva.

💖 @troublcmakcrs this bitch stole my heart the second we actually started talking. I'd both die for him and kill him if he doesn't end me first (likely). It's about time he stuck some iron in his mouth. ANYWAY. Teddy is pretty much keeping me alive in terms of writing since he is the only person who didn't vaporize when a new fandom wave came in. Love that we can be extremely weird together, because what kind of friend judges you on saying smash to Smasher? He pretty much owns my drafts and inbox and I'm pretty sure that's the person I have the most threads with (which btw, the more threads the better). Writing with Teddy is a lot of fun, both in terms of rp and ooc. Finally, a person I can throw a 700-word reply at without being afraid to suffocate him with it. I just love the way he writes and his unusual take on characters. Writing together was a pleasure from the start and I hope that continues. Also kys.

💖@nebula-drcams pretty much the first person I met after returning to tumblr roleplay last year. It took me a while to warm up because I'm a straight-up coward, but writing with Star was fun right from the start. Love all our threads so far, especially the way she writes Damien. Star puts a lot of love into her characters, whether oc or canon and that's always something I'm going to admire. I also adore her art, it's very nice.

[annieqattheperipheral]

Player that made me fall in love with hockey?

Paul Kariya as a kid (mighty ducks 4eva✨)

then returned to it as an adult to investigate how much larger Sidney Crosby's beautiful huge ass had inflated (findings: astronomically)

Favourite player?

Nathan MacKinnon (fuck/marry/kill?? honey that'd be my entire life story with him (affectionate) no but fr tho I'm endeared and appreciate this weirdo so hard)

Comfort player?

William Nylander (imagining his thighs and breakaways inspires me at the gym🤷‍♀️)

Cale Makar (my youtube watches are so much of analyzing his play and edgework ...and imagining his costco shopping lists & how he stores surplus deodorant and body wash and trail mix in his condo)

Jeff Skinner (former figure skater and writer, producer, actor of between 2 stalls. need i say more)

Player I go nuts over?

Leon hot bitch Draisaitl

Player I miss the most?

Cole Caufield, damn fun to watch, been sad w him out since shoulder surgery over asg weekend

Player I will always root for?

kadri, mitchy, bunts, gio, jt, knies, lehky, landy, ej, frankie, jimothy timothy compher, owen power, brady and his clown car of senators, davo, hyman, stuart skinner, quinny, burky, tanev, grubi, robo, otter, seggy, tbear, ror, parayko, suzuki, guhle, xhekaj, zadorov, hellebuyck, morrissey, marchy--the good one--essault, skjei, antti raanta (say his full name), larkin, bergeron, wilson, kuemper...

Management/Coaches: spezzy, dubas, bedsy, sully, marty, keefer, mark fraser, sakic, yzerman

and oh yea this pesky lil rat I'm currently rooting against lmao. Matthew Tkachuk u love it, I've rooted for you enough times u can handle it bb

survey found here thx @kaleforcale888 💕

All the q's for you to copy, if u so wish to partake:

Player that made me fall in love with hockey? Favourite player? Comfort player? Player I go nuts over? Player I miss the most? Player I will always root for?

[ghanamusicblognetwork]

Twitch 4Eva Kicks Off 2025 with Vulnerable Single ‘4’

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