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bimtimtom · 3 months ago
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“Put on the life vests!”
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dailyjermasparkle · 1 year ago
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academic-vampire · 1 month ago
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Y’all ever hyperfixate on something so hard that you have to rigorously avoid anything to do with that content because you’re going insane?
Or are you normal (boring)? /j<3
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fruit-smoothie · 9 months ago
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squidsinatrentchcoat443 · 2 months ago
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Stimbord for my mutual:3 @wariolandthepipdimension !Woo hoo!
💜x🍋x💰
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⭐️x🍋x💚
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vampir3-jack · 3 months ago
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sergeifyodorov · 5 months ago
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Predicting the Playoffs Results
Right before the playoffs started, I asked many of you to make a bunch of predictions as to the result, and assigned points based on the questions. Here is the final writeup on that, but first, congratulations to the winners:
@jonassiegenthaler with 21 points
@elizaiwillbe with 19 points, 9 correct answers, and 7:12 off from the longest game
@seedlessmuffins with 19 points, 9 correct answers, and 18:54 off from the longest game
More info on how the whole thing went down under the cut:
Here are the individual question results:
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Hopefully the way I phrased each question in the chart makes sense. Let’s discuss some interesting trivia from the chart.
After seeing the results of last years’ game, one thing I wanted to do was to make it easier: have more opportunities to gain points, so we would have a wider distribution of results and higher scores. I would say I was fairly successful in the attempt, with the exception of one question, near the end of the quiz. It was phrased “by the end of the playoffs, which goalie will have the best win%? They do not need to have played in the Cup Final.” Adhering to the rules of the question, the correct answer is Joseph Woll, who played 2 games in the first round and won them both. However, no one guessed this; I assume it is not because people are unaware of Joseph Woll, who is widely beloved as A Sweetie, but rather because a large win percentage generally assumes a team that goes far in the playoffs and, well, Woll is a Leaf. I think when writing this question I also had this in mind, probably being distantly aware of the off-chance something like this might occur but not believing it likely enough to include. That being said, while it’s technically the correct answer to the question, it feels wrong, so in future quizzes that question’s going to be changed.
The answer the most people picked correctly was the winner of the CAR-NYI series, which 114 people -- 87% -- picked correctly. The second-most correctly-answered q was the newbie who would make it the furthest, with a clean 100 (76%) picking Vancouver. 
I think the most impressive answer was the Conn Smythe pick: 35 people picked McDavid, which is not in and of itself a large percent (only 27%) but has a much larger pool of candidates: the first two above-mentioned questions were multiple choice, with 2 or 3 answers, while people picked 3 out of literally hundreds of possible choices, and still fully a quarter of people managed to choose correctly. Additionally, eight people picked both McDavid as a Conn Smythe candidate and Florida to win the Cup.
Here’s the top ten (well, eleven) Conn Smythe picks. While in theory, there were 393 total votes available (131 responses and each responder was encouraged to pick 3 players) not everyone did -- a few people only put in one name, and one person just wrote in “No idea,” who as far as I’m aware was not eligible as a Conn Smythe candidate.
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Quinn Hughes mania really swept the nation. Last year, the most-voted-for Conn Smythe winner was Connor McDavid, who got 43 votes. This year, Quinn Hughes got 52! (Caveat: there were about 25 more voters this year than last year, which means that the proportion is actually pretty similar -- about 40% both years.)
Thank you so much for participating! Hope to see you all again next year.
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snippy-tano · 1 year ago
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Dude. Okay. Your writing and Bad Batch season 2 got me in a real mood. I would love to get something with WRECKER and a tiny person that is super shy and not great in stressful situations. These are the Smol and Tol prompts I found that I would LOVE you to write.
1. Tol being in a hurry and picking A up (can't figure out if potato sack or football style would be funniest. Omg, just like straight up lifting them from behind by their legs, into a full on shoulder sit.) "alright let's go"
2. the shorter one being light enough to literally sleep (or rest on/whatever) the other without either of them being uncomfortable.
Whenever you get the time and motivation babe! ❤️❤️
AHHH! I’m back!
Sorry it took me so long to post again, I was going through a tough bout of writers block. I kept trying to work on prompts, but I was not getting anywhere. It was incredibly frustrating.
but! I prevailed! I’m happy to finally post this, which I believe is my first Wrecker one-shot :)
so please enjoy!! :)
(Also, I know the person who requested this irl and it was her bday a few days ago. I had wanted to get this out on her birthday, but I wasn’t able to. So sorry it’s late bb, but here it is! Hope you love it!!!!!!)
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Up and Down
“Wrecker! Put me down!” You cried, hand struggling for purchase against his broad back after he suddenly picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder.
“No time!” He yelled back as you were jostled abruptly. You let out a huff of annoyance, but didn’t protest further. His grip was steady and despite feeling a little off-center, you knew there was no way he was going to drop you. It would also take more time for him to put you down. It was probably safer for the both of you to just accept your current circumstances.
You were running from some mercenaries that seemed less than pleased about your involvement, and you supposed that you were moving too slowly. Still you hadn’t expected to be running as fast as you could one second and the next staring at Wrecker’s back.
There was the familiar sound of a blaster shot hitting nearby and you lifted your head to see the mercenaries had rounded the corner after you. Thankfully, your blaster was still in your hand when Wrecker picked you up, so you lifted the blaster and fired back. Most of your shots didn’t land, but you had never shot a blaster while being carried by someone else. And if you were being perfectly honest, it did help you feel better to at least be doing something, even if it wasn’t much.
A few of your shots did land however, earning a ‘whoops’ of joy from Wrecker that had a smile breaking across your face despite the fact that you were being shot at.
You were nearing the spaceport and could hear Hunter shouting for Tech to start up the ship. You tightened your grip on your blaster and fired a few more times, this time aiming more for the area around the mercenaries following you, showering them in a wave of sparks that had them slowing down to cover their faces.
“Wrecker? What are you doing?” Came Hunter’s surprised shout, followed by several quick blaster shots.
“Why does everyone keep asking that?!” Was all Wrecker said in response, his feet pounding loudly against the ground. There was an abrupt shift and you jolted as he bounded up the steps of the ship. Hunter followed right behind you, the door closing behind him and the ship lifting almost immediately.
Your world spun for a second time and you wavered when you found yourself back standing on your own two feet. Wrecker’s hands steadied your shoulders as you wobbled. His eyes were narrowed out of concern and you were quick to offer him a shy smile.
That was one thing you realized very quickly after meeting Wrecker.
He may come across as aloof or like he doesn’t pay attention to those around him, but he probably cares the most out of everyone you’ve ever met. And he does pay attention, closely.
“Care to explain yourself Wrecker?” Hunter said, cutting into the silent conversation going on. You instinctively took a step back and turned to the Sarge.
“Explain what?” Wrecker asked and you laughed lightly when Hunter only sighed.
“I think they’re perfectly capable of running themselves, without any help.” He gestured at you and Wrecker looked at you before looking back at his brother.
“But they’re short! That was much quicker!”
Your face fell into a pout. “I’m not that short.”
Wrecker let out a loud laugh. “Ha! Everyone is to me! Right Hunter?” He turned to his brother who let out another withering sigh before turning to head into the cockpit.
As soon as he was out of earshot (if that even mattered with Hunter), you let out a loud laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. Wrecker just continued to beam at you.
You continued to chuckle as you placed a hand on his arm. “It’s alright. You’re right in that one of your strides takes about three steps for me. Just next time, give me a warning.”
Wrecker laughed. “You got it!”
You walked away shaking your head with a smile on your face.
You had a strange feeling this was not going to be the last time you were in a situation like this. And you weren’t sure you were that upset about the idea.
As it turns out, it happened again a few rotations later.
You were deep in hyperspace and had a lot of time to kill, so you were reorganizing a storage closet that held most of your medical supplies. It had been a while since you last went through it, so there was a few expired items to toss, but for the most part, you were just cleaning and repacking everything.
It had been going smoothly, until you were left with the last shelf, which also happened to be the top one. There was a small crate you had used to get everything off of that shelf, but Tech was doing the same thing you were and had taken that crate to reorganize. So you were out of luck there.
You stood in front of the small closet, staring up at the shelf that was out of reach. You tried standing on the bottom shelf to reach, but it wasn’t sturdy enough and still wasn’t enough for you to reach. You let out a sigh, fresh out of ideas.
That’s when there was a rush of movement behind you. A pair of large hands fixed on your waist and lifted. You let out a gasp of surprise before finding yourself sitting, now significantly taller. You looked down and saw Wrecker’s face, once again beaming at you. Your hand gripped his shoulder and you let out a light laugh.
“Thanks big guy.” You said and he smiled wider, if that was possible.
He didn’t warn you, much like the first time. But you weren’t so upset about that. You knew that he was only trying to help and despite the abruptness and height change, you felt sturdy and safe with him. So you really couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him. Especially not with him smiling at you like that.
You cleared your throat, ignoring just how warm his hands felt against your legs as he held you steady. “Forward please good sir.”
“You got it!” He said, taking a careful step closer to the closet. You let out a squeal as Wrecker bent down, still keeping you steady against his shoulder to grab one of the boxes with one hand. He handed it to you, returning his hand to your thigh. You felt your face warm slightly as you reached and placed the box on the top shelf.
You both repeated this process two more times until you were able to finish restocking the closet. When you finished, you gave Wrecker a pat on his shoulder and he took a step back before crouching down, helping you gently step back down onto solid ground.
You stepped away from him, brushing a stray piece of hair out of your face, feeling flushed. “Thanks Wrecker.” You said just a little breathless.
“Happy to help! Anything else you need?” He asked and you thought about it.
“Actually, there’s a light at the back of the ship that needs to be replaced. Tech said he would get to it, but that was a few rotations ago and I think he’s forgotten.” You said. “I’ve changed it before, but I could use a boost if you’ve got time?”
“Sure! Lead the way!”
You smiled at his enthusiasm, grabbing a spare light out of a nearby crate and leading him back to the dimmed light you had mentioned. Maybe this new revelation wasn’t so bad after all, especially if you got to spend more time with Wrecker.
After that, it became a regular occurrence.
As it turned out, there were so many things that could be accomplished with Wrecker’s help and ability to just lift you, among other things. You never needed a ladder for anything and it was clear Wrecker was enjoying every second of it. Far be it for you to deny him that happiness.
Although, you did start to notice just how much joy you felt spending that much time with Wrecker. Oh also started to notice just how much your stomach would knot when you were around him and how your heart would race.
That had been a new development.
And one you weren’t sure how to deal with.
You had accepted your growing feelings for Wrecker, but you still hadn’t decided if you were going to do anything about it. You wanted to, but there was something holding you back. You weren’t sure if he felt the same and frankly, you didn’t want to lose him as a friend or the rest of the Batch if it went poorly.
There was just too much at stake.
So you kept quiet, liked him from afar, and enjoyed the time you got to spend with him.
Until one night when things changed.
Just a little, but things did shift.
It was late aboard the Marauder. Everyone was asleep, except for you and Tech. You had taken first watch and Tech had joined you after a few hours of sleep to relieve you of your duties. He had taken his nap in the pilots chair while you had worked quietly in your makeshift med-bay/gathering space. He had appeared soon after you were growing sleepy, insisting you get some rest.
You hadn’t put up much of a fight, nodding sleepily and yawning as you set aside your datapad and shuffled in the direction of the bunks.
What you hadn’t expected was all the bunks to be full. Which you should have known was going to happen, but you were honestly so tired that it didn’t even cross your mind. You let out a sigh, running a hand across your weary face.
You had just turned to head back into the med-bay to curl up in the very uncomfortable chair there when a hand caught your wrist. You were startled at first, but relaxed when you turned around to see Wrecker blinking slowly at you.
“It’s okay big guy, go back to sleep.” You whispered before turning to leave again, but his grip held fast.
He gave your arm a tug and you stumbled towards him, sitting on the edge of the small bunk.
“Wrecker!” You hissed. “There’s not enough room!”
He only closed his eyes and huffed in response. His hand let go of your wrist only for both arms to enclose you completely and pull you towards him. You barely had time to react before you had settled against him, resting on top of him entirely.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, entire body tense.
“Wrecker? What are you doing? I’ll crush you!” You protested and he responded by sighing and lifting his hand to gently push your head down to rest against his chest.
“Nah.” He mumbled. “‘M fine. Sleep.”
Half of you wanted to leave, knowing this was taking everything a step further than you had expected. You also really didn’t want to answer the probing questions from the Batch when you both woke up.
But the other half of you was very quickly sinking into his embrace, eyes growing heavy and body relaxing. You were so incredibly warm and a fluttering feeling was brewing deep in your stomach.
The second half quickly won out as your eyes closed and you felt the warm embrace of both Wrecker and sleep welcome you. The last thing you heard before you slipped into sleep was Wrecker mumbling your name.
It was enough to send you into a deep sleep, surrounded by a warm, happy feeling.
And it was pretty much the best sleep you ever had.
The Batch did have questions in the morning. Mostly curious questions (from Tech and Omega) and teasing questions that had your cheeks flushing (from Echo and Hunter). But when you looked at Wrecker who smiled so warmly at you, you found that you really didn’t care what anyone else thought.
Wrecker was all you needed to worry about.
And if a few nights later you once again joined him in a bunk to sleep (and every other night after that), well, that was no one’s business but your own
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greatwyrmgold · 10 days ago
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I've done it! I've read every chapter of One Piece that has been published to date! I'm at the mercy of the release schedule like everyone else!
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academic-vampire · 2 months ago
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Weird question :
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smuppetshowmovie · 1 year ago
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Why do we always come here?
[♪] I guess we'll never know! [♪]
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passportclown · 2 months ago
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I'M GONNA GO SEE TRANSFORMERS ONE!!! (if things go according to plan)
WOO HOO!!!
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lesbiradshaw · 1 year ago
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accepted a job offer after months of searching for something worth my time and i feel the need to celebrate aka tell everyone which includes you all 🫂 CAROLNATION UP 39483828129 POINTS!
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the-haunted-office · 20 days ago
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Death nearly comes literally for James in the form of an enraged perpetually 30-year-old woman with badly-cut short brown hair, save for two longer bits hanging down by her ears, almost like a pair of floppy bunny ears. It looks like rather like someone had at her hair with a pair of hedge clippers and they really didn't know what they were doing, but the woman rather looks like she doesn't care. What she does look like she cares about is the fact that James has his hand on a certain pillow - presumably one that is hers.
"Who the fuck are you?!" she blurts out, setting down what appears to be a sack absolutely full of rocks.
A wolfish grin of his own splits his face, totally oblivious to the oncoming train that's about to hit him. "Well! This your pillow?" he inquires, needlessly pointing at said pillow. Death the Wolf winks saucily up at the officer worker who is about to die.
Doom doesn't even answer him. She just crosses the room in three or four quick strides, grabs him by the collar, yanks him away from her bed, and drags him out of her room, and throws him out into the hallway so hard he slams into the wall with a crack. James is so dazed, he isn't sure if the wall cracked or if it was his spine that did, but the door slamming soon after doesn't leave him any more room to wonder.
Because as he falls over onto the floor, his head pounding as a migraine begins to bloom behind his eyes at the rough treatment, James begins to wonder something else. Something far more important than whether his spine is broken or whether he might be concussed.
"Wowwww. Who is sheeeeeeee?" he slurs with a stupid grin just before passing out.
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dapper-lil-arts · 2 years ago
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Cute lil icon i made for chrimbas inspired by an NCS artist animation lol <3
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