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#BRING HIM BACK PLS
allghostillusions · 4 months
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He's done!
Who should I draw next??
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fyeaheddiemunson · 1 year
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Okay, but they still haven't said sike about chapter two...........
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seececerun · 1 year
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I miss Moonknight
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turcott3 · 4 months
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i think i recognize that third man in line hmmmmmm who ever could it be
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fcb-mv33 · 1 year
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The perfect combination🧡✨
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billy: i suffer from a disease called "can load the dishwasher correctly" it's incredibly rare, very few people have it
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empahe · 2 years
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if young justice doesn’t get canceled this is my formal petition to bring back bart’s long hair in season 5
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crow-the-unknown · 1 year
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Old Enough to Understand - a Sid fic from his POV
Sid the Kid they called him. Only, he wasn’t that kid anymore, and maybe he never had been. Sidney Crosby had been renowned for years, maybe his entire life, but he didn’t see it that way. He never had. Hell, Sid didn’t think he deserved the praise at all. He’d understood his talent for a long time, he’d been forced to at a young age. He’d had to get used to the swarms of reporters and agents that all wanted even a small piece to play in what they said would be his legacy of a career. One thing he’d never understood, however, was why it was just about him. 
So many people had been absolutely essential in their back-to-back runs. Geno had been an absolute monster, Kris had been amazing, and… Flower. God, Sid missed him. People had come and gone through the years, it was another thing that any player had to get used to. Yet, out of everyone, Sid missed Marc-Andre Fleury most. In all honesty, he just missed it all. He’d been scrolling through old photos, his house dead silent except for the faint chirping of crickets. He’d come across old memories in his albums of those glory years. He’d been so young then. Sid thought back to lifting that cup for the first time, then the second, then the third… it all felt so long ago. 
Sid came across a photo from 2016, it was blurry— almost vintage looking— and it was of him and Flower. They were side by side, still out on that same ice they won on, grinning like idiots. Flower was looking into the camera, holding up his index finger and Sid was turned to him, face crumpled with apparent and unhinged joy. Sid hesitated over the picture, thumb hovering over the screen as he debated scrolling past. To think that they could have played their entire careers together. It was all different now. Sid still had no friends on the ice, but off-ice… he had to admit that he missed being able to just drive to the goaltender’s house and chat. Sid looked up from where he was sitting alone on his couch, taking a deep breath in. He rubbed at the corners of his eyes absently, unaware of the small sadness that had crept into his soul and closed its hand around his heart.
“Gaaah,” Sid sighed quietly and stood. He was getting old.
He wandered aimlessly into his kitchen, staring blankly into his fridge as the light buzzed. Sid closed his eyes and shut the doors. He moved to the counter and leaned against it, elbows on the marble as he pulled out his phone and moved to his contacts. The glow of the screen was bright in the dark, and the soft noise of his phone’s ringtone sounded. Sid moved the phone to his ear as he searched distractedly through his cupboards for something to eat. He smiled as the call picked up.
 “Hey, Flower… uh, how— how are you?” Sid began, barely restraining his smile of relief and love for an old friend. “Yeah, yeah that’s good… Oh, I’m alright.”
A moment passed as the now Minnesota Wild goaltender asked another question.
“Why’d I call? I don’t know… I was just missing a friend I guess. I was—” Sid rubbed the back of his neck nervously, messing with the short, ebony-black hairs at the base of  his skull— “ I was looking through a bunch of old photos actually and I came across that one of you and me in 2016. I’ll have to send it to you.”
Fleury's laughter sounded from the other end. “I bet we looked like idiots.”
“We did,” Sid agreed and put Fleury on speaker as he found the picture again and sent it to the tender. “I just sent it to you.”
A few brief moments of silence passed before Fleury exclaimed, “Geez… we were so young. I never realized how scrappy your facial hair was—”
“Oh shut up,” Sid retorted, “like yours was any better.”
Fleury audibly sighed, “Got me there. But seriously, can you believe that was over five years ago? That’s crazy.”
Sid scoffed. Tell me about it, he thought. Their— his team was barely the same anymore. It still felt like he was that young kid, but so much time had passed. Him and Geno were veterans for the Penguins now. They’d won three Stanley Cups together, and in that time two captains had replaced his title of youngest NHL captain. In that time, Sid had become friends with an old enemy. In that time Sid had found more success than he deserved, and more friends than he could have ever hoped for. It’d taken him far too long to realize how much it all meant to him. 
“Sid?” Fleury’s voice snapped him back to reality.
Oh yeah, Sid realized, still on call… “Hey, I, uh— I gotta go. I have… plans,” he stammered.
“Of course, Sid. I’ll talk to you later, okay? Have a good night.”
Sid said his farewell and quickly hung up. He knew that Fleury was probably aware he was lying, given that they’d been friends for so long, but he’d needed a quick way to end the conversation before he started feeling dimly sad again. Sid put his head down on the marble counter. After several quiet moments he swiftly strode out of his kitchen, snatching his keys off the counter and slamming his house door shut. He needed some air. A run would feel nice, especially in the crisp Pittsburgh weather. 
So, Sid ran, Airpods securely in, music blaring. Maybe a hoodie and shorts wasn’t the best fit to be running in, but he didn’t care. He let the music take him, let the thudding of his shoes on the concrete distantly match the beat. He moved away the hazy nostalgia that clouded him, and grounded himself to the moment. Soon, the ache in his chest had gone and almost as if it knew, his playlist got quieter, slower. Calmer. Sid came to a halt at one of the lampposts, and he frantically pulled out his phone, pulling up Spotify. He froze as the words sunk in.
“Soon I hope,  or as soon as I’m old enough
Old enough to understand
Old enough to understand…”
The night was so, so silent. Sid clicked off his phone and slid it into his pocket. He looked up to the sky, gazing at the few stars that were visible. He glanced at his watch, the screen came up and Sid’s brows rose slightly in amusement. He’d run a lot further than he’d thought… though, that often seemed to be his case. 
So maybe it was time he stopped looking back, and maybe it was time he started moving on. Maybe then he could really appreciate these moments, and those ones from so long ago, and all the ones that were still to come. If Sid moved on he could embrace it all. The afternoon cafe chats with Flower, the stupid jokes he and Geno shared, the respect he and Kris had, and the strange friendship that had bloomed between him and a certain competitive Av named Nate. And yes, even the rivalry he’d experienced with Ovechkin or the years he’d been plagued with injury. All of it. The song faded away into quiet, but just like chapters of a book or years in a life, it continued forward to something new. Sid was ready to do just the same.
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jingoogah · 1 year
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youremysunnyside · 2 years
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Man.. I miss my son so much, I'm really going thru it 😭
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maineventbts · 1 year
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im about to take matters into my own hands and bring Jin back home. he’s been gone long enough 😭
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biggayhighway · 2 years
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i miss fitzy is he engaged is callum going to his wedding please i am so invested in this side character's life
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tyudeongi · 4 months
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MULLET JJOONG !
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clamenstell · 5 months
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thinking about lovesick!gojo
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- lovesick!gojo who fell in love with you when you held his hand in comfort when he was upset from being scolded by the higher ups about something reckless he did.
- lovesick!gojo who noticed the way you understood that he was still young and even the strongest made mistakes, which is okay as he's still learning.
- lovesick!gojo who started noticing little things about you, like how you pick your nails when nervous, how your eyes light up when talking about your interest, how you tap your pencil in thought when working in class and when you smile, little dimples appear on your cheeks.
- lovesick!gojo who gets butterflies in his stomach whenever you giggle at his terrible jokes while suguru and shoko both roll their eyes in annoyance.
- lovesick!gojo who jokes around even more in order to hear you laugh again, even when the others grow even more tired of him.
- lovesick!gojo who doesn't try to hide how much he wants to hang out with you, who makes up ridiculous excuses to spend time with you. "What do you mean Suguru is busy? Isn't he right there?" "HAHAHA! That's hilarious, let's go somewhere else..." as he drags your form in the opposite way.
- lovesick!gojo who falls even more when you indulge in his teasing. "Need some help?~" You roll your eyes. "I wouldn't want to bother the strongest one~ I'm sure you have better things to do." His grin widens. "It's ok, I don't mind sparing my time for you~"
- lovesick!gojo who tries to impress you everytime you're both assigned on the same mission, showing off at every chance he got and turning his head expectantly to you to see if you were watching him. "Did you see how I exorcised that curse?" "Yes, you did great Satoru.🙄" ":))))"
- lovesick!gojo who feels the pit of jealousy when he sees you conversing with a kyoto student, even more when he sees you laugh at something he said. You were suppose to laugh at his jokes, not a random nobody's.
- lovesick!gojo who appears right by your side in the middle of your conversation, sliding an arm around your waist, pouting and batting his eyelashes. "Baby, I thought we had something special :((( 🥺🥺🥺" "Satoru what the fuck."
- lovesick!gojo who grins in victory when the kyoto guy leaves in panic from seeing the affectionate display, but frowns when you scold him for disturbing your conversation. It doesn't matter, he still won and now your attention is on him instead :)
- lovesick!gojo who loves sharing sweets with you. Whenever he bought pastries from your favourite bakery he will always get extra to share with you. He especially loved seeing your face light up whenever he mentioned getting your favourite pastry.
- lovesick!gojo who gets surprised when you always return the favor, always sharing baked goods you bought, even getting the extra sweet ones just for him.
- lovesick!gojo who's ears turn red at the thought of you buying something just for him, no one else.
- lovesick!gojo who swears he will marry you one day, no matter the circumstance, not even the higher ups would stop him. All he need is to ask you out first, but seeing you chuckle as you two shared a chocolate cake, he thought staying by your side is good enough for now. After all, he's not getting cured from this sickness anytime soon.
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he's so 🥺❤️😍🥺🤗😚❤️😳🥰❤️ to me
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kenm4vhs · 2 months
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ugly crying bc i miss my man 🥺🥺
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jkvjimin · 11 days
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feels like a fever dream 😩 cr. namuspromised
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