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hrtsdevils · 1 year ago

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dog-eared. | jh86

summary reader and jack broke up before he was drafted to the nhl. after years of watching from afar, jack finally sees y/n in person. past feelings are brought up to the surface.

pairing jack hughes x fem!reader

wc 2.6k

an my lovers… also another gracie fc sorry idk what to tell you! also for the sake of the plot pretend that the devils play the ducks on tuesday instead of vancouver thanks!!! loosely based off of everywhere everything by noah kahan ft gracie abrams

It had been years since you’d seen Jack. You broke up right before he started his NHL career as it seemed like your plans didn’t align. You’d be going to college in California, as USC had been your dream school your whole life. You dreamed of living somewhere where it was sunny and it was never freezing, unlike the weather in your hometown of Toronto. He dreamed of making it big in the professional league, which he was so close to achieving already.

The breakup between you two was mostly mutual. It happened in your 2005 Honda Civic, in the parking lot of a gas station after you had gone to buy soft drinks. The two of you could feel the breakup impending, and it felt as if the weather channel told you a meteor would be hitting Earth within minutes. As if the sun was about to collapse. The silence was deafening as you started your car, putting your drink in the cup holder. He followed suit.

“I..” He started before you cut him off.

“You think we need to break up?” You asked, giving him a soft smile. It wasn’t genuine, it was quite the opposite. You just didn’t want him to feel guilty, you thought it was the right thing as well.

He nodded softly, “I just think we’re on two separate paths… you know?”

“Yeah, I get it.” Your hands tensed under your thighs, as you were using them as hand warmers. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Buttons.” That had been his nickname for you since the 8th grade. You had a perfect little button nose, and it quickly caught on and everybody would use it for you as well.

The drive back to his parents’ house was in silence, as neither of you had much to say to each other. In about ten minutes, you were parked in front of his house. “You’re still going to come to my birthday party, right?” You asked. You were turning eighteen in a few weeks, June 7th.

“Yeah, I will.” He smiled sadly, “It’s not over. We’re just separating until we get brought back together.”

You huffed, “When’s that? Whenever fate decides?”

“Precisely. Call it a dog ear.. you like to read, right?”

“Yeah, I would never doggy ear my books though.” You giggled, “Bye, Jacky.”

That was the last you talked formally. He never did come to your party, texting you an excuse about how he had a training camp that day. You didn’t believe it, but you never said anything about it. It had been years, you watched him succeed from your dorm room and then to your small apartment couch. Your roommates never understood your love for the sport, but you always attributed it to being from up north.

That was a reason, but not the only one.

Every year you anticipated the Devils coming down to Anaheim to play the Ducks. That was practically the only time you watched Jack in person. You were particularly excited this year, as his little brother Luke would be playing too. You adored Luke, he was so sweet and well-mannered, especially to you. Trevor would also be there. He wouldn’t be playing as he was injured, but you’d caught him after a few games to catch up and he was your little piece of Michigan in California.

It was a Friday game, which met that the tickets were slightly higher and there were fewer of them. You finally got your good friend, Cecilia, to agree to go with you. She was familiar with your love of hockey, and she knew you went to a lot of games. She didn’t know you knew two players on the ice, and two players up in the press box. As you were buying your tickets with her, you got a text from Trevor.

trevor zegras 🐣 : hey buttons r u coming to the game? idk cause jacks playing

You hastily replied, trying to shield your phone from Cece in the most subtle way possible.

y/n buttons : yeahhhh i was jst about to buy my tickets bahaha

trevor zegras 🐣 : don’t buy them ❌❌ i have a club ticket right above the benches if u want it

y/n buttons : usually yes i’d love to but i’m bringing my friend cece

trevor zegras 🐣 : i have 2! i’ll send em to u later

y/n buttons : thanks trev i appreciate u ☺️

You put your phone down and closed your laptop. Cece was a couple feet away on hers, but looked at you when your laptop snapped shut. “Did you buy them?” She questioned, scooting closer to you. You shook your head.

“Kind of? Well, one of my friends is on the team and he’s injured, he offered us seats right behind the bench.”

Her jaw fell slightly, “You never told me you had connections!”

You smiled, “I don’t really, I usually buy my tickets. This was a first time thing, I think he might be drunk.” You tried to explain it in the least suspicious way possible. You didn’t want to seem boastful, but an explaination had to come from somewhere.

You two discussed the arrangements for a couple minutes longer. From outfits to hair to transportation, you were more excited for this game than you had been for any others. Maybe it was because it was Jack’s team, or maybe it was because someone finally seemed to share your admiration for the sport.

Who knows, it was probably the latter.

The day came quick, as it was only a day or two out from your initial conversation. The tickets usually dropped in price right before the game, but luckily you didn’t have to spend the money on it regardless. You lended Cece a Zegras jersey that he got you, while you chose to wear an unnamed 30th anniversary jersey. You still had a few hoodies with Jack’s last name on the back, from his time with USNDTP, but you wouldn’t be wearing those tonight.

You arrived shortly before warm-ups, but when you looked at your section and seat numbers you realized Trevor wasn’t lying about you being right behind the bench. He just never mentioned that it was the away bench. You watched from your seat as the boys entered from the tunnel. They weren’t facing you, but you watched to make sure they didn’t turn around at least not now.

You managed to go a little while without being seen by Luke or Jack, that was until Cecelia got extremely into the game. The Devils had a goal in the late first period, opening up the scoring. Luke was sitting on the bench about a foot to the left of Cece, and once they scored she started banging on the glass.

As he stood up to cheer, he turned around due to the banging. The first thing he did was make eye contact with you. His eyebrows raised, and he blinked as if you’d disappear when his eyes opened. He didn’t say anything as you tried to avoid his gaze, and simply turned back around.

The game continued on, and you didn’t see him say anything to Jack. Soon enough, it was intermission and you felt safer. Like eyes weren’t on you anymore, even though they never were. It went by fairly quickly as the two of you watched the silly halftime games that usually were played by young children. As soon as the Devils came back through the tunnel, Jack turned around and looked at you. He kept sneaking glances as they warmed up again before the start of the second.

The rest of the game wasn’t as fun, as the brunette kept staring at you. As if you couldn’t go to hockey games, his hockey games. As if he couldn’t help looking at you. As if he missed you.

It didn’t help that Cece kept shouting at you, telling you that the cute one kept staring at you and that he wanted you. You knew her best interest was at heart, but she had no idea the magnitude of your situation with said cute one. You entertained her teasing of you, and how she kept pointing at you everytime Jack glanced your way.

By the end of the game you were over it. You wanted to escape and go home before the off chance that you ran into Jack actually happened. It was relieving when you got into the car, but startling when your phone lit up with a single message from Jack. Cece was giggling to herself, looking up one of the cute guys she saw on Instagram. She was oblivious to the situation

jack hughes : hi why were u there

You tried to think of an excuse, but eventually you realized it wouldn’t matter if you told the truth or not.

buttons 🩷 : because i was given tix my trevor.. and i go to a lot of ducks games

jack hughes : oh no other reason?

buttons 🩷 : u think i went for u?

jack hughes : maybe a little. sorry for bothering u buttons.

buttons 🩷 : don’t be sorry. how long are you in anaheim?

jack hughes : tonight n then flying up to seattle

buttons 🩷 : where r u staying?

It was a twenty minute drive back up to your apartment, but with your speeding it was around seventeen. Cece didn’t question your urgency as you dropped her off at your shared apartment, and left immediately after. She was a little bit tipsy. As you drove to the Marriott in Anaheim, you thought about what you were doing.

Throwing away years of peace for the same boy who disrupted it all those years ago. If you started to have feelings for him again, who knows how much you life could be uprooted? Everything could be ruined. All the progress and the getting over Jack. Your Jack. You knew you were risking your own personal journey by going to see him, but at this point you didn’t care.

The hotel receptionist was reluctant to let you up, as she knew who was staying there. The skepticism on her face was present from the very moment you walked in.

“Look, I know him and I know his room number, so can you just let me go up?” You pleaded with hed. Going to a room usually wasn’t necessarily an issue, the issue here was that a sports team was staying. She might’ve thought you were a crazy stalker fan.

As she was about to answer, Jack exited the elevator and spotted you talking to the receptionist. “She’s with me.” He told her, as he walked up to the desk. “Thanks, though.” You had texted him a minute prior about the receptionist, but you didn’t expect him to rush down.

“Hi.” You breathed as you made your way toward the elevator, “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been good.” He stopped before the elevator, “Would you rather go for a drive? I’m sharing a room with Luke.”

Your story paused in a car, so you were unsure how this would turn out. Maybe it will be different this time. “Sure.” You replied softly.

You two walked to your car in silence. You were about to get in the driver’s seat, but he insisted on driving. “You should drive slow around here, there’s a bunch of cops at night because of drunk college students.” You chuckled, “I’ll tell you when you can speed.”

You buckled up, and he started your car. It was an upgrade from your Honda, being a more recent model of a Nissan. “So, why’d you come to the game?” He asked as he pulled out of the hotel’s parking lot.

“I go to a lot of Duck’s games. Trevor plays, of course I go watch him.” You started, “He offered me club tickets, and I figured they were behind his bench. They weren’t, obviously.”

“So you didn’t go for me?” He questioned once again, “I don’t believe that, Buttons.”

You rolled your eyes, “I kind of did. I’ve been while you were playing for the last three years, but I still like hockey in general.”

“I’ll believe that.” The silence sat for a little while as he drove 25 down the city roads, the radio wasn’t even playing. “Do you think we could’ve done long distance?”

You shook your head, “No, not then at least. That’s why we broke it off. Maybe now.” You said the last part quieter, just enough so that if he wasn’t paying attention he wouldn’t have heard it.

But of course he was paying attention. You were his everything before, and possibly even now.

“Now?” He questioned, “What do you mean by that?”

“When we broke up, you said our page was dog-eared. Bookmarked. It was more like a pause until we were ready and mature, or at least that’s how I took it.”

He smiled, “I remember that. Do you think we’re ready and mature?”

You shrugged, looking at him. “Maybe, just this semester and then I’m done. I chose to graduate a semester early. I could move back east, we could be closer. Even without I think we’d be mature enough for long distance.”

The chances of this moment happening just weeks before you graduated was an alignment of the stars in itself. This could be everything you wanted, without disrupting your peace.

“If you need a place to stay, you can always stay with me and Luke.” He offered, “To get on your feet, if you come back.”

“Maybe.” You hummed. His hand was resting on the gear shift, even though it was an automatic. You made a move to lay your hand on top of his, squeezing it gently.

It was a soft step in the right direction. A step to getting the love of your life back, which is what you’d wanted since the minute you broke it off. It’s been a long three years without him, he was your best friend and you intended to make up for the lost time soon enough. You wouldn’t bring up how he never contacted you either, because it was far in the past. You were both kids at the time and you can’t hold a grudge about that.

As he re-entered the hotel parking lot, you smiled at him. Your hands were now intertwined on top of the cup holder region, and you never wanted to let go. His hand was more rugged than before, matured and weathered, but it was still a comfort you had missed. He dropped it to shift the car into park.

“So, I’ll see you soon then?” He asked, as you got ready to get out. 45 minutes had passed between getting into the car and now. You conversed about your current life and your future. Your future together.

You nodded, “Yeah, hopefully. Keep in touch, okay? No ghosting me.” You stepped out of the car and walked around to the driver's side as he got out as well.

The two of you shared a hug, but exchanged little words. You could hear the cars around you, and the sounds of the city were still alive. “Bye, Jack.” You released him from your embrace.

“Bye, Buttons.” He smiled, “I’ll text you.” He turned around and walked back to the hotel as you watched, a smile gracing your features as well.

You’d love him forever, whether you got back together or not. You believed he felt the same. You were glad that Trevor had known about the seating on the tickets, and made sure they got to you. You were also glad Luke saw and recognized you. You were excited to see him. The end was over, and the new start was just beginning.

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allthingsgofestival · 1 year ago

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Leith Ross

Hometown: Ottawa, Canada

Truth or Dare first kiss: Terrifying

Real first kiss: Magical

Hometown school traditions: Everyone meets in the McDonald’s parking lot and then there’s a list of dares that the prom committee has put together and you film yourself doing the dares and send it to them and it’s a fundraiser. I think the winning team gets something. I don’t remember.

2000's teen movie freeze frame epilogue: It would be a record scratch then the screen gets frozen. It would say: Leith Ross did turn out to be a homosexual, currently lives as a homosexual in a small town in the middle of nowhere in Canada.

Queer high school experience: There wasn’t much of one. I wasn’t out yet. I came out to two people in grade 11. And then about 6 months later I had the classic backslide into pretending that never happened. Closeted in high school then went to college in the big city (Toronto) and that’s where I was gay. For the first year of my college experience that’s where I was like, “all right, it’s time.”

Boldest teen fashion choice: All yellow outfits

Lunch table in high school: We called it the alcove. It was this random little hole that was created by the entrance to the auditorium and we would go hide there.

What you'd write in your own high school yearbook: Deep breaths. Calm down. Stop it. But also be yourself. But also it’s not so big of a deal.

Tumblr Class of 2023 @ All Things Go

📸: Brooke Marsh

#leith ross #tumblr yearbook #tumblr university #all things go #all things go festival

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starry-hughes · 10 months ago

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first date - eden and matt

eden was nervously smoothly down her outfit. days of facetime calls and texts shared with matt rempe had all lead to meeting in person for the first time since their initial meeting. her brother, anders, was on a roadtrip with his team, her sister-in-law grace was downstairs with the kids, eden’s nieces.

“hey eden, are you eating dinner with us?” grace asked and eden froze. she was in jeans and a sweater, obviously dressed nice and paying too much attention to her appearance. “oh, i’m actually going out with friends,” eden lied. she didn’t need anyone knowing that she, the sister of anders lee, captain of the new york islanders, that she was indeed seeing matt rempe, rookie of the new york rangers.

grace, knowing exactly what a 21 year old girl would be up to was second guessing eden, “okay… be safe, say bye girls.”

“bye aunt e!”

eden left the house, knowing the cameras out front, she knew that her brother could see if he wanted, that’s why matt was parked next door. eden walked to the car, heartbeat picking up as she approached. matt, black eye and all, was smiling as she opened the door. “hi,” she smiled as she got into the car. “hi, you look pretty.”

matt parked the car and the two had to walk a block to the restaurant. he was a gentleman, opening doors, making sure she walked on the inside of the sidewalk. “two please,” eden smiled at the host. she prayed no one knew who she was as most people gaped at matt, mainly because of his height and black eye.

matt was nervous. he had even texted his sisters before this, asking if he was hypothetically going on a date what should he wear. “so you leave for toronto in the morning?” eden asked. “yeah, we have to leave early too.”

“don’t go fighting anyone, i like when you don’t have a black eye,” she teased. “i asked if you wanted to reschedule!” he laughed. the two talked as they ate dinner. matt found out that eden lived in new york with her brother after graduating college and that this was her “gap year” to figure out what she wanted to do with her life. anders and grace liked having her around, she helped with the kids and they liked seeing her often.

matt had told her that this hopefully would become a permanent stint in new york but that he liked hartford. “i hope you stay in nyc too.”

matt’s eyebrows raised in surprised, “really?”

“yeah, i guess i can like having you around.”

matt drove eden home. she was panicking internally when the car pulled into the neighborhood. she didn’t want to end the night. “thank you for tonight matt,” eden smiled, “i had a lot of fun.”

“i had fun too.”

eden wasn’t getting out of the car, just staring at matt. who was going to make the move first?

it was matt. he lifted her chin softly with his fingers as he leaned over the center console. “can i-”

“please do.”

matt kissed her. despite his healing split lip, eden felt like she was on cloud nine. it was perfect. his hand still under her chin.

matt parked the car next door as he did when he picked her up. he made sure to lean up to watch her get to the door and waited until the porch light shut off to leave. “oh hi grace, didn’t think you’d still be up,” eden said as her heartbeat picked up. “just wanted to make sure you got home okay, have a fun night?”

“the best.”

eden was gone to her room in seconds. grace simply smiled, pretending not to notice the hartford wolfpack bracelet on eden’s wrist that definitely wasn’t there before.

#eden and matt

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popentertainment-moviereviews · 3 months ago

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MY OLD ASS (2024)

Starring Maisy Stella, Aubrey Plaza, Percy Hynes White, Maddie Ziegler, Kerrice Brooks, Maria Dizzia, Seth Isaac Johnson, Carter Trozzolo, Al Goulem and Alexandria Rivera.

Screenplay by Megan Park.

Directed by Megan Park.

Distributed by Amazon MGM Studios. 89 minutes. Rated R.

Despite having one of the worst titles of the year – perhaps thevery worst one – My Old Ass turns out to be a sweet and charming coming-of-age film with a slight supernatural bent.

The film’s high concept – that a teen girl named Elliott (Maisy Stella) is smoking mushrooms with friends in the woods and somehow comes into contact with her 39-year-old self (Aubrey Plaza) and ends up being able to continue to communicate with her future self and learn about what is coming for her life, for better or worse – is a fascinating and intriguing idea. Yet, at the same time, this plot thread is mostly dropped for long periods of the film, and honestly, it’s not missed all that much.

This seems like a strange statement to make because Aubrey Plaza is terrific as adult Elliott and every time that she is on screen the film perks up. Still, I could see a variation of this story without the whole idea of the older Elliott, and it probably still would work out pretty well.

Elliott is a high school senior, comfortable in her lesbianism, who lives in a gorgeous farm by a lake in the wilds of Canada. She hangs out with her friends and girlfriend and can’t wait to go off to Toronto for college and leave her small town behind.

During the mushrooms episode, adult Elliott tells her a certain amount about what will happen to her and how her life will turn out. She also has one specific piece of advice for her younger self – to stay away from a boy named Chad. Of course, she meets him soon after that, and to her surprise, Elliott – who had never even considered that she may be bi or even straight – finds herself having feelings for him. This puts her in an awkward position, she has been warned away from this guy but finds herself drawn to him.

In the meantime, other parts of her world start to fall apart when she finds that her father is planning to sell the family farm. While Elliott felt that she was desperate to leave the place behind, she never imagined that it wouldn’t still be there for her if she ever wanted or needed to return. This puts strain on her relationships with her father, mother and brothers.

To make things worse, suddenly she is unable to contact her older self to talk it all over and get advice about what she could and should do with her life. So, she tries haltingly to figure it all out for herself.

My Old Ass turns out to be a sweet and charming look at growing up, surprisingly funny and heartfelt. It’s definitely worth giving a chance, despite its title.

Jay S. Jacobs

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#My Old Ass #2024 #Movie Review #Aubrey Plaza #Jay S. Jacobs #Youtube

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corner-stories · 4 months ago

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Hiii!! Thank you for this blessing🥺 how about 20. Bike Ride with Aruani? If you don't mind! (Maybe Annie can teach Armin how to ride a bike? But you can do whatever you want!!)

September Prompts 🌻

20. Bike Ride Modern/College AU, I guess?

When Armin compares his significant other to a greyhound, it is undoubtedly out of affection. Because as the months go on, it's become more apparent how one person in their relationship needs to move or else their brain will turn to mush — whereas the other has not done a push-up since Grade 10 P.E class. For all her silence and chronic case of resting frowny-face, Annie's certainly a lot less stressed after finding a way to expel her energy.

But Armin finds a way to meld Annie's unavoidable need for exercise with his inability to jog without getting winded. As they move across Lake Shore Boulevard, a delectable view of Toronto greets them with every glance towards the water. With each pedal Armin is pleasantly reminded just how fun it is to cruise over a dedicated bike lane.

As to be expected, Annie is slightly ahead of him, pedalling away as the wind tickles the strands of her hair that had gotten loose from her bun. While Armin can't see her face, he suspects that she's smiling, enjoying the lakeside ride as much as he is. The sun is shining, the weather is not too hot but not too cold, and the eternal feud between cyclists and cars seems to be on hiatus for today. With all that in mind, how could they not enjoy where they are?

At some point of their ride when they're closer to Missisauga than Toronto, Armin suggests they take their first break. They stop at a cafe near a public park, where he waits outside with the bikes as Annie goes inside for a midday coffee — her treat.

Armin is catching his breath as he waits and still is once his girlfriend finally emerges from the building with two espressos in hand. She returns to their little table under a beam of sun and places both cups down.

"You're not as winded as I expected," she lauds as she sits across from him.

Armin lets out a laugh. "I hope that's a compliment." He runs a hand through his hair, noting that it's still decidedly slick with sweat. "I'm just glad you didn't zip off and leave me behind."

"I could never," Annie promises, gently blowing on her coffee. As she eyes him, she lets out a hum — which is her way of laughing — then says, "Maybe after this you'll be ready for a 10k."

The thought doesn't make Armin as nervous as he expected, even though both she and him know that his only experience with running involves sprinting across campus because he woke up twenty minutes before a lecture.

"Uh... we'll see," Armin decides to tell her, then leaves it that.

They'll take things one step at a time, he decides then and there, as there's still a bike ride to be enjoyed and a steaming cup of espresso to be sipped.

#aruani #armin arlert #annie leonhardt #college au #modern au #snk #ask box fics #thanks for the prompt!

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undescribed1mage · 2 years ago

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Every March-April RTC Production that I know of !! (If you go to any of these, please get an audio !!)

Apex Theatre Studio, St Augustine, Florida — March 3rd — March 5th, then again March 9th — 10th.

Fed's Backyard Theatre, Bradenton, Florida — March 10th — 12th (Sold out in person tickets — $5 Streaming tickets !!)

Bridges Theater Co, Point Park University, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania — March 24th — 26th

College Of The Holy Cross, Worcester, Massachusetts — March 30th — April 2nd.

The Playhouse Collective, Toronto, Ontario — March 29th — April 1st.

RGC Theatre, Portsmouth, New Hampshire — April 14th — April 16th (Revival performance, also being livestreamed !!)

Emerson College, Boston, Massachusetts — April 14th — 16th

Roxy's Downtown LLC, Wichita, Kansas — April 6th — April 29th (according to the rights website — dates may be off).

Phoenix College, Phoenix, Arizona — April 20th — April 23rd.

The Hill School, Pottstown, Pennsylvania — April 21st — April 23rd.

Framingham State University, Framingham, Massachusetts — April 21st — April 22nd !!

Southwestern University, Georgetown, Texas — April 21st — April 30th.

Tulane University, New Orleans, Louisiana — April 28th — 30th

#tommy talks!!#ride the cyclone #rtc #again:#If you go 2 any PLEASE get an audio

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1starqi · 7 months ago

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Easy Talking

(Part 1: Chicken Scratch) (Part 2: Call On Silent) (Part 4: Over The Moon) (Part 5: No Messing Up) (Part 6: Can We Talk?) (Part 7: Goldilocks)

genre: fluff, college!au

pairing: student!mark x student!o/c (this one can still be treated as x reader except i made m/c canadian because I can)

summary: you and Mark go on a date

wc: ~800

note: i dont know if mark is allergic to grass but it was funny (coming from someone who is allergic to grass) also this features haechan you can expect to see more of him too. also euna isn't real i just like the name, most of your friends are just gonna be names i like.

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“Where are you?” You query. He told you that he’d meet you at Banpo Hangang Park at 14:00, but it’s 14:20 and you're having trouble finding him. Banpo Hangang Park is situated along the Han River. It's a popular destination for first dates, yours included. It's the perfect weather with a temperature of 74 degrees and just the right amount of sunshine. You spent nearly two hours with Eunchae, carefully selecting the perfect outfit for the occasion. Little did you know, he devoted even more time to choosing his own clothes. You adjust the straps of your Savoy blue striped romper.

“I’m right by the big fountain near the water. I see you, you’re wearing a blue baseball cap, right?”

“Yeah—oh! I see you!” As you press the red hang-up button, you accelerate toward him.

Two things immediately catch your eye about him.

The first is that he's wearing your hat. It's not your hat, but it's an identical blue and has the same white stripe around the ventilation holes. How does he have that? The summer of your senior year, you purchased the hat from a pop-up shop during your trip to Toronto. The chances of him owning the same hat from the same pop-up shop are next to none.

The second thing is the beautiful bouquet of white, pink, and red tulips delicately arranged in its cellophane wrap, which is casually slung in his left arm. Your cheeks are beginning to warm and match the vibrancy of the flowers.

“Where’d you get the hat?” You amicably smile at him.

“I bought it near where I grew up—yo, wait. You have the same one?” He’s beaming now, he looks both equally stunned and charmed by your shared fashion.

“Yeah! I got it on a trip before I left for college. You grew up in Toronto?” You ask him, wishing for more information. “I grew up in Edmonton.” You add.

“I never knew that! What’s your English name?” He's asking all the right questions that make the conversation flow easy. “These are for you, by the way.” He eagerly holds the flowers. His face mirrors his anticipation of your reaction.

You saw them already, but you’re still speechless. “Oh my gosh, thank you so much! That's so nice of you.” You quickly react to avoid prolonged staring at the man—even though you'd love to stare at him. You don’t think your words quite capture how struck you are by the gesture. You head to grab the flowers to put them in your tote and your hand brushes against his as you grab them—his hands are warm and it makes you flustered. “My English name is Quinn, by the way.” You mimic the final addition to his speech and it makes him laugh a little. “What’s your Korean name?”

“It’s Lee Minhyung.” When he smiles he looks like a cat. “Do you want to find a place to sit on the grass?” He subtly motions to the grassy section of the park, away from the tiled fountain. “I brought a blanket, don’t worry. I’m allergic to grass.” His comment makes you laugh a little. You appreciate his preparedness. The both of you traipse around to the lawn flanked by long, thin trees, still in the process of growing their summer leaves.

“Why’d you get coffee that late?” You strike up more conversation, and you’re excited to listen to anything he has to say.

“Oh, don’t remind me." He groans. "I had a dance project that I had to finish and needed a little extra fuel to get it due on time.” While making conversation, the two of you lay out the navy blue plaid blanket. It's very classic picnic-y.

“What was the dance project, if you don’t mind me asking?” You prod further.

“I was helping choreograph a piece for my dance team. You know Haechan, right? He’s on it. You should come to see us perform sometime.” You knew your best friend's, Euna's, boyfriend was on the dance team, but you didn’t know Mark was on it. Plus, he invites you to see him perform. The implications of this are obvious to you, he wants to see you again—despite the fact you just got here. This tells you maybe this could be more than temporary. Could it be? “Are you alright?” He says with regard, he noticed you gazing off into the river.

“Yes, sorry. I was just thinking about what you said.” What you said is true, but probably not in the way he thinks.

“No worries—just wanted to make sure you were okay.” It might have been the relaxed atmosphere (with the birds chirping and water lapping and all) or maybe it was the guy next to you (cute and kind), but the embarrassing situation didn't seem so embarrassing at all.

You eagerly dive into another conversation, “Anyway, what’s your major?”

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blackswallowtailbutterfly · 10 months ago

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Cherry Blossoms

The season is coming for the northern hemisphere! The white ones are from visits to High Park in Toronto (sakura). The black (or choke?) cherry blossoms (the flower cones) are from the wild out and about. And the weeping cherry and double-flowered cherry blossoms are from the grounds of the college I attended.

All photos mine, unedited.

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casusvallis · 4 months ago

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╰┈➤ ❝ [Summertree Properties] ❞

This land is owned by one of the first recognizable families that thrived in old Casus, before settlement and industry overtook its natural lands, The Summertrees (Niibin Mitig). The family has tended much of the land for several generations, and continue to do so to this very day with their beautiful ranch and park. Before The Valmous Family bought out a majority of the land in Casus, the nature surrounding the ranch was much more plentiful and thriving. As the years go on, the property grows smaller and smaller, with The Summertrees continuing to fight for their home. Compared to the rest of the town, these properties seem surprisingly normal.

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╰┈➤[1] Summertree Residence, Ranch Entrance

A large cottage owned by Biskane and Nimki Summertree, a museum curator and rancher respectively. The two women have been married for several years, with the property falling onto Nimki's shoulders after her grandmothers passing. Since then, Biskane's daughter (Gwendolyn) and granddaughter (Judith-Namid) moved down from Toronto to live with the two, helping them tend the land and keep the home in shape.

╰┈➤[2] Grain Silos

Holds the grains meant for feeding the animals on the farm, procured from local farms beside Summertree Properties.

╰┈➤[3] Petting Zoo

A space held by The Summertree family, where the public is able to meet chickens, goats, sheep, and many more.

╰┈➤[4] Supply Shed

Holds tools meant for ranching and tending to the land.

╰┈➤[5] Goats

Shelter for the several goats on the property.

╰┈➤[6] Cows

Barn for the several cows on the property.

╰┈➤[7] Horses

Stable for the several horses on the property.

╰┈➤[8] Summertree Pond

A freshwater pond that the animals can drink from, with lots of plant life flourishing around it.

╰┈➤[9] Summertree Park

An empty plot of land that is pleasant for walking, stargazing, and picnics.

╰┈➤[10] Parking Lot

Meant for families to park their vehicles to tour the petting zoo, ranch, or animal studies building belonging to Casus College.

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nicofms · 10 months ago

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( jack gilinsky . cismale . he/him ) - the new york city resident , niccolò ‘nico’ costa , was seen sporting armani on park avenue today . the twenty - five year old is a nba player in the city & has been here for two years . since being here , they have been told to be manipulative , but also resilient , who really knows ! according to nycslam , nico engaged in a locker room fight at his previous team before being traded . anyways , guess we'll find out for ourselves ! [ az , 20 , est , he/him ]

i. STATS !

full name : niccolò 'nico' costa

gender / pronouns : cismale ( he / him )

age : twenty - five

birthday : september 21st

zodiac : virgo

occupation : nba player ( point guard for the new york knicks )

height : 6 ' 5

sexuality : heterosexual

ii. BIO !

niccolò costa was born in florence, italy to two italian parents. well off was a way to describe the life nico lived even at a young age. his mom was a retired super model and his dad was a successful businessman. he lived in various parts of italy throughout his childhood and traveled frequently. when niccolò turned 13 his parents decided to move to los angeles, california at the request of their son. nico was always given what he wanted and when the boy came to his parents about wanting to move to america, in hopes of making his basketball dreams a potential reality, they didn’t think twice.

teenage niccolò arrived in california with a goal in mind and once he set his mind on something, there was no one that could stop him. so he practiced and practiced whenever he could, mastering any sort of skill that could attribute him to being the best player he could be. he had a successful high school career, winning back-to-back-to-back national championships with his high school team, and in his senior year he got offered a full ride, not that he needed it, to the university of kentucky where he had a great first season.

niccolò got drafted by the toronto raptors right after his first year of playing college basketball in the university of kentucky. he had a successful rookie year, coming in second for the rookie of the year award and helping his team have a successful playoff run. his success as a player only grew in his second year, leading the raptors to the number one spot in the eastern conference. unfortunately, his season came to an early close when he broke his leg just a couple of games before the playoffs.

heading into his third year, nico felt like he had a lot to prove. there was a lot of doubt on him being able to play at the same level in which he was playing at before his injury. making it his mission to prove that he could, nico became less of a team player and more about him. this caused a lot of tension between him and his teammates and coaches. his team failed to make it to the playoffs that year and a lot of the blame was put on him.

his fourth season had an immediate rocky start. the team couldn’t seem to make anything work and niccolò kept getting blamed. eventually, by the first half of the season the news broke out that nico was being traded to the new york knicks. admittedly, he wasn’t a fan of the move because he had too much pride to be happy about a trade he didn’t request. landing in new york, he felt he had even more to prove and he seemed to be redeeming himself by helping the knicks come back in the second half of the season.

nico has lived in new york for two years now since being traded. he’s found his peace with it but will still refuse to show to people that it was not his choice. and now in his sixth year in the league, nico wants to win. no more almosts or runner up spots, but an actual championship or award.

iii. PERSONALITY !

he grew up treated as a golden child so he's very self - centered and selfish. he can definitely be a hot head and rude / mean. he'll always do anything to get what he wants which causes him to be both determined but also manipulative. he can be a flirt but he typically just assumes girls would want him, his ego is huge. outside of his asshole exterior, though, he can be a softie if he feels safe enough to show that type of vulnerability with someone. and if you're one of the few people in his list of ' maybe not - so - terrible humans ', he'll take a bullet for you.

iv. WANTED CONNECTIONS !

possible friends ( probably one best friend as his right hand man / woman )

enemies / people that dislike him ( most likely has a few )

exes

flings / fwbs ( past or current )

family connections ( cousins, family friends, siblings ??, etc. )

these are just some ideas more can be plotted / discussed !

#richfm:intro #writing this at nearly 1am so if it comes out a mess i apologize #* 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎 : intro .

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zalrb · 2 months ago

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Could u tell us about ur time in college? Where’d and what did u study. What did do while studying (work , parties). Did u go abroad? Do u think it was useful for ur career present day?

Yeah, I've spoken about it before. I even posted grad photos because I was graduating when I first got on tumblr lmao. So I always knew I was going to do something with writing or something with film so I curated my studies, I did English and Cinema Studies in undergrad plus a creative writing certificate at the school of continuing studies, which was in Toronto and then I did my MFA in New York. I did one summer semester in Italy in undergrad. In undergrad, I volunteered at the Toronto International Film Festival for three years and worked all four years, mostly retail, sometimes at amusement parks. In grad school, because I was an international student, getting a job was a little bit harder, I did one summer job on campus and then I interned at a literary agency where it was basically my job to read the slush pile, which was a really interesting experience. Because it was difficult to get a job in New York, I would come back home during holiday break and do seasonal work. But I was extremely, extremely broke during those years. Literally the best part of the summer job I had was that I worked for a summer program and employees got to eat lunch with the students so that was one less meal I had to worry about but we were all struggling because they also weren't paying us on time so my friend/colleague was nearly evicted from his apartment because he just did not have the money, I had to cuss everyone out to get our first two pay cheques, lmao.

Undergrad I didn't party that much because I was living at home, I had a strict mom, I also had to commute about two hours to get home, and I was working, and my friends also had very strict parents so like there wasn't really much of an opportunity for a busy social life, although Italy was like a crash course in undergrad partying because I went there the summer between first and second year while mostly everyone else was in third or fourth year so I was actually the youngest in the program and when I explained I'd never really gone to an undergrad party back in Toronto or had that much of a social life, it kind of became a collective goal for the other students to take me clubbing, take me drinking, and give me the sort of dorm experience. And then in third year for various reasons, I did more drinking and clubbing, it was also the year I had the heaviest course load so I think I just needed a lot of stress relief and I always tell people to never pack your schedule with courses, it's not worth it, haha.

My MFA was a loooooooooot of drinking but it was also just the culture of the writing program because, like, authors were teaching us, not profs, and authors do like to drink so we could literally be having classes in a bar or if an instructor didn't mark our stories because they had their own deadlines or their own issues, they would apologize by getting us a couple of rounds at the bar, sometimes we drank in class, haha, and then our program just had a lot of readings or a lot of parties so grad school was basically writing and drinking for two years. That was just fiction though. The nonfiction students and the poetry students had different experiences. Because I was New York, I got to see/meet a lot of different authors who would come through for lectures or book tours, I even got to introduce an author at one of her lectures, so that was also really cool.

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