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ronandhermy · 1 month
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⭐ any section of this account cannot be found you'd like to share? (I'm very tired or else I'd go find one of my favorite sections <3)
One of my favorite sections is in Chapter 5 (oh how long ago was that) when Trout (Mark Fish) confronts Jack. The line "Jack Zimmermann doesn’t have friends. He only has competition.” Had been one I had been sitting on and really wanted to use but I needed to build up to it.
The thing about the canon of Check Please is that there are actually very view characters, especially in the hockey context. There is no full Samwell roster, there is no full Falcs roster, and forget the other 32/33 teams in the NHL. (Also super weird that we never actually see any coaches for the Falcs. Guess they just magically coach themselves.) So it's a lot of creating OC's. One area that I think gets unexplored a lot is the fact that Jack would have had other Juniors teammates besides Kent. And several of them probably had made it into the NHL and would have stayed close to Kent. So how did they take Jack's OD? His ghosting? His behavior towards Kent? His attitude to getting into the league at 26 (which is old to start in the NHL). Enter Trout (and Gordie and Brady and Pat).
So the confrontation in Chapter 5 between Jack and Trout was important for me because it wasn't just the hurt of the years of absence, it was Trout letting out all those past adolescent fears that had basically been proven true. That Jack didn't think they were friends at all. Which, when you're a teenage hockey boy and your Captain is also Bad Bob's son and he's going to go first or second in the draft and is going to be a big star, it's easy to doubt that he sees his second best winger as a real friend.
But it also offered Jack the chance to come back into the fold. Each Juniors boy needed to have his say, with Gordie and Trout being the most vocal, and Jack needed to hear it. Because having their friend nearly die on them and then cut them all off did hurt. Yes, Jack was going through things, but he does not exist in isolation. So I thought it was good for Jack to remember that he did have a community in his teenage years and he still did as an adult, but also to have his shit called out. Because real friends will tell you things you don't want to hear but need to hear.
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sunshinechay · 4 months
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If you could send a message to the teen version of yourself, what would it say?
You are not what the darkest part of your mind tells you that you are. You are not an awful person. You will find those who love you and want to be around you. Please hold on and please be kinder to yourself. Don’t be afraid to live out loud and be yourself in all the ways you’re too scared to be. High School sucks but you do get through it and your life does get better. Cliche but true, trust me.
Also you have ADHD, please talk to the doctor about getting diagnosis. Knowing this will help you and it will make life easier to manage. Don’t be afraid to talk about it. It doesn’t make you a bad person to have a mental illness, it’s just a part of who you are.
Being an adult kind of sucks too, but you’ll find ways to make it better. Not gonna tell you about it right now though because
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And find it all was half the fun!
Good luck. I love you.
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sexygaywizard · 2 years
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I've asked other genderfluid people about this cause I want to have different points of view. I've already been told to look up different kinds of genrderfluidity, define what genders the character flow through, keep away from the genderfluid shapeshifter character trope, adding scenes when the character isn't sure what their gender is at the moment... I just want general advice about what you would like to see in a genderfluid character and what good representation would look like to you.
Are there even enough genderfluid characters for there to be a trope about us? Lol. Honestly if I could shapeshift it would be SICK AF I would never have dysphoria ever it would be dope. Since I was a kid whenever people asked me what superpower I wanted Ive always said shape shifting.
The only thing I would say is super important to me to remember is that gender fluidity is not just about shifting between binary male/female genders. Most of the time I feel non-binary, and sometimes slightly more feminine and sometimes slightly more masculine. It’s not that I’m “not sure” about what my gender is- I know exactly what my gender is, it’s just not an easily describable binary gender. Maybe I would be “unsure” of how to explain it, but not of what I’m feeling. Rarely if ever do I feel like a totally binary gender, I think gender fluidity is often much more in a gray area- I mean if you’re fluid it’s pretty rare that you would be all the time totally on one side of the spectrum or the other, right? It just kinda makes sense that you’d spend most of your time in the middle, just different parts of the middle. Or maybe not on the scale at all.
Also even though I’m gender fluid, my presentation physically doesn’t usually change too much besides like, some days I bind and pack and some days I don’t (if I was amab, maybe some days I would wear breast forms and shape-wear and some days I wouldn’t). But I always dress pretty femininely bc that’s what I like wearing and would like wearing no matter what kind of body I had. Most days when I put on my outfits I feel like I’m doing drag- my presentation is entirely superficial and doesn’t have to do with the gender that I “feel” that I “am” that day. I just tell people I’m feeling more like it’s a he/him day and expect them to respect it regardless of how I’m dressed. Whatever gender I feel like, I'm still me and I still like the same shit, it's not like experiencing various genders means I have multiple personalities. I think maybe that's a genderfluid trope, or maybe just a common misconception- that genderfluid people are like all over the place, personality wise? And I def do not find that to ever actually be true.
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iamtitaniium · 3 months
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fenny-self-ships · 1 year
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U know Coraline?? Could I get some Other Mother headcanons?
Sure thing, mysterious anon account
Other Mother parental/platonic headcannons~!
You CANNOT tell me that with how much time, effort and care she puts into each child that she doesn’t develop genuine feelings for them
Her downfall is that she always picks spoiled brats — if you were to show her any semblance of genuine kindness, or appreciation for what she does, I’m sure she’d crumble to bits
Her goal is to keep you happy, and she’ll do everything she can to be sure that you are
You’ll never have to go hungry so long as she’s around — she’s an excellent cook, and somehow knows just what you’re craving at any given time. It’s always conspicuously ‘fresh out of the oven’ as soon as you arrive
A major love language is gift giving!! Sweets and candies slipped into your pocket, little trinkets that ‘reminded her of you’, all sorts of cute little affectionate presents 
She’s well aware that her true form can frighten people, and is more than happy to take a shape that you’d find more comforting
She has the most soothing voice, perfect for lulling you to sleep — she might read a story, or sing a song if you ask her politely. She’s a big fan of Grimm’s fairytales
She’s a big softie, I just know it <3
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jonismitchell · 1 year
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Tell us about your so!!
literally the kindest person I have ever met, absolutely fucking brilliant, has really intense opinions on broadway musicals, won’t drink coffee unless it doesn’t taste like coffee anymore (which i find charming), their love language is physical touch and it shows, we basically share a locker because i refuse to use mine, once listened to me talk about taylor swift for two hours without pause
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egophiliac · 11 days
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What do you think of Rook's savanaclaw card? <333
I didn't get him (and I need to save my keys for Silver's birthday, sob) so I looked up his groovy, and I'm not over how incredibly dramatic and epic and cool it looks in direct contrast to the absolutely ridiculous context. just look at that dynamic action and his majestic sparkling tears and keep in mind that this is pretty much right after a bunch of characters have been dance battling for his soul.
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and then even the actual moment of the groovy is just like
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this is NOT a negative in the slightest, I love it all, this truly was an incredible update in so many ways
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 part 8 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 part 8 spoilers#to be fair it's not COMPLETELY wacky there is actual drama going on#but that's inbetween rook's dream-vil and neige being totally hilarious at each other#'i shan't let you hurt this beautiful child!' 'vil no! if they were to harm your beauty i would be crushed by sorrow!' <- actual dialogue#also neige seeing vil as a mother figure. it's WONDERFUL and i hope real-vil never finds out because this would kill him#just like he killed neige multiple times in his own dream! :)#there was so much wild stuff in this update and not in the least was that the second time vil realized he was in a dream#his reaction was to KILL EVERYONE and cackle maniacally about it#god forbid a queen do anything i guess#anyway i also love the contrast between what i assumed savanarook would be like and what he was actually like#'he looks so wild...what kind of dangerous dream will this mighty hunter have...'#oh no he's actually just an adorable movie geek who is SO EXCITED to share his hyperfixation with us#somehow less intimidating than regular rook#and yet still a delightful little freak. his BEDROOM#the background artist went SO ham on it. truly the magnum opus of twst backgrounds#there are a bunch of little details it is SO worth zooming in on#(including a tiny little picture of che'nya! which...actually i think that implies rook may have stolen an rsa yearbook or something)#(that's our rook! /sitcom laugh track)
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soaptaculart · 3 months
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Um I like Dungeon Meshi. Btw
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 2 months
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Chu Wanning, kit-tea man. (Part 2)
(for @onionlings)
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miguxadraws · 2 months
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kissing w/ tongue
demon and nun AU by @spitinsideme
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jacobglaser · 7 months
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OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH 1x06 // 2x04
Stede responding to Ed's body language (requested by @273blw0)
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courtingchaos · 6 months
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Was having thoughts earlier about surprising Eddie naked in his room with just his guitar covering you (a la Jenny in Forest Gump)
No but this could be so cute or super dirty but I’m in a big ol soft mood. (Also another ask I missed apparently! God damn!)
Fast and dirty (aka I didn’t read this back!)
Eddie Munson x Fem Reader
Arranging yourself just so, trying to figure out how to drape yourself around it without flashing him a nipple since it’s such an angular body. He’s going to go crazy for it regardless but you have a vision in your mind for it and you want it just right.
You even tidied up his room for him, and that’s not something you’ve ever done, you just needed flat surfaces for the little glass votive candles you bought at the dollar store. Romance, but sexy romance. He’s been working so hard, you’re Eddie, ever since Wayne got him a job at the plant. He’s working seconds while his Uncle works thirds but it’s just as long and he deserves a little surprise.
You get to the trailer just as Wayne is leaving and he deftly avoids looking at your handful of plastic bags or the overnight one slung on your shoulder. It’s none of his business what happens when he’s out of the house between you two, just gives you smile while he holds the door open for you. Tells you to stay out of trouble. Tells you to not light the curtains on fire.
An hour, tops, before Eddie stomps into the trailer so you work fast and almost forget to strip when you sit on the bed with the guitar. A little bit of a foolish feeling like you’ve never been naked in this room before. Hell, Eddie even has a picture shoved in his wallet of you lying under his sweetheart. His ideal centerfold is what he’d said when you’d turned bashful.
You notice the time and turn off the lamp so you can perch on his bed in the candlelight. Again with that foolish feeling when he’s a few minutes behind and you sit in silence for just a little too long, almost long enough to turn around and look out the window except you can hear the storm door creak and the key turn in the lock. Anticipation as he goes through his routine of coming home; dropping his keys and his coat, kicking off his boots and throwing his overshirt directly into the washer.
“Hello?” He sing songs down the hallway while the fridge opens and closes, the tinkling of a bottle cap hitting the countertop making you curl your toes.
“Down here.”
He must notice the lack of light under his door so he opens it slowly. A tentative turn of the handle before he pushes it in with a light tap. His curls precede him when he tilts his head in and you can already see the smile curled into his cheeks. “Well this is romantic.”
“Yeah I can do that sometimes.”
Finally he takes a full step in while taking a sip of his beer but he stops all his movement when his eyes adjust in the disappearing sunlight and soft glow from your candles. The bottle pops away from his mouth and you giggle at his wide eyes roving over you. He keeps glancing down at your legs, crossed at the knee and bouncing slightly with your nerves. You try not to grip the guitar too tight but it’s a lifeline right now while he digests the scene in front of him.
“What’s this for?” He asks quietly, hands hanging at his sides, beer forgotten.
“Well, I thought you could teach me a few chords?”
“Teach you-!” His voice cracks in his surprise and he laughs quietly behind his hand he holds to his lips. “You want me to teach you a few chords while your…doing all this.”
“Unless you don’t want to.” There’s hesitation now because he seems to only be laughing and you’re not sure if thinks this is absurd after a long days work or if he’s finding the effort funny.
“No!” He starts finally. Jolts to put his beer down on the dresser and holds a hand up. “No this is perfect.” He pads over to the bed before toeing off his socks and kneeling next to you, a palm finding your cheek to cradle it. “This is gonna keep me totally focused.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah see,” he swings his other knee onto the bed and shuffles till he’s behind you, that palm sliding down off your cheek to brush back your hair over your shoulder, “I can hold your hands over the strings. Like this.” He hooks his chin on your shoulder and stares at the dark space between you and the body of his guitar. His hands cover yours and he lines them up finger for finger so he can pull your hand up and down the neck, slowly, suggestively. His juvenile humor makes you laugh but it also sets your belly afire with want.
“So what are you gonna teach me first, Mr. Munson?”
“Call me Eddie, please.”
“Okay Eddie. What chord?” You cheese at him, playing into his bit.
“I think you should start with a D chord.” For all his suppressed giggles and blushing cheeks he does press three fingers into yours for the right chord. “It’s a good one.”
“Feels like a stretch.” You turn your head to look at him still staring at your cleavage pressed into the red and black body.
“Yeah, but you’ll learn to like it.” He drags his gaze up to settle on your lips. “Here, stay like that.” He moves his hand off your on the frets so he can pull your hair back from your neck. “Then strum with this hand-ah, not so fast. Slower.”
“Jesus, Eddie.” You chuckle at him and his innuendos.
“What? You gotta go slow, baby.” The tip of his nose runs along your neck before his lips do, just a ghost of a touch while you gently bounce your hand on the strings. “See?” A firmer press of his lips now. He smells like coffee and metal, heat from under his layers that mixes with his waning cologne. He drops his other hand from yours to sneak it around your side so his fingertips graze the bottom swell of your breast. “You make her sound better than I ever did.” Mumbled into your skin and the space you’ve created while your head lolls to the side. A single note played softly over and over while he envelopes you slowly. One hand inching up further to palm at your chest, the other grasping and crawling over your thigh and seeking out the heat between them.
You stall for a moment when his fingers brush your mound but he clicks his tongue at you.
“If I’m distracting you, I can stop.”
“No!” A sharp hit of the strings while you get back into the monotony of it and Eddie’s fingers continue their journeys. He coaxes your knees apart before settling behind you and pulling you back into his chest. The guitar shifts and your chest is hit with cooler air but his palm covers one tit, rolling your hardening nipple under his calloused hand.
“Keep it up.” He pulls your knee up before letting his hand glide down your inner thigh and only coming to stop when he can dip a finger into your wet heat. Both of you gasp but you loose the thread of concentration and suddenly his touch is missing. “I’m serious.” His smile is evident in his voice, his mirth brimming at you being at his mercy. “Keep going and I’ll make it worth your while.” He helps you rearrange your fingers before he’s drawn back to your warmth, fingers gliding aimlessly through your folds while you try to keep your mind on the right path. The tip of his fingers flick up over your clit in small burst that stay just out of reach of any real pleasure. Nothing that will last or make your eyes roll but they make your leg jump with every brush against that bundle.
“I’ll have you playing Slayer by the end of the night if I keep this up.” He’s so casual behind you and all you can do is nod. Laugh through your nose and nuzzle the back of your head into his collarbone; slump down further into his fingers that are finding their purpose now. Gentle prodding at your entrance that you breathily encourage and Eddie joyously teases before dipping in and finally making your eyes roll back. The steady strum of the guitar sounds softer now but you couldn’t really care especially when his teeth find your earlobe. Heavy breathing in your ear while he works his fingers in and out, curled up to find that spot that makes you go taut with pleasure.
Your grip on the guitar is loosening, barely a sound coming from it now that he’s got you pinned under both hands. “Eddie I-“
“Don’t drop her.” A swift pinch of your nipple makes you yelp and hold it back up against your torso, if only for a moment before you turn to butter in his lap. “I’m cutting you some slack here, gorgeous.” He grinds the heel of his palm down against you and you try to roll your hips into his hand, a circle of delight that has you almost forgetting what this whole thing started as. There’s a catch when Eddie adjust to curl over your shoulder and every graze of his fingers along your insides makes your vision go white.
“Eddie, fuck!”
“Yeah?” It just drives him harder, those dimples a threat to your sanity when he starts abusing his newfound toy. “Right there?” He asks even though he knows just by the way you buckle against him. The hand at your chest holds you to him like a vice and he pushes you further towards the edge. One well placed wet kiss against your cheek and a heavy drag of his fingers and your tightrope snaps, plummets you off the face of the earth for a few silent moments while Eddie lets you ride off the aftershocks on his hand.
In your bliss you feel him pry your fingers off the neck of his guitar and he swings it away to lean it on the dresser. “You didn’t let her drop. Good job.” A kiss pressed to your sweaty forehead.
“I can listen.”
“Not very well. You stopped playing.” He pulls his undershirt over his head and starts working on his belt. “I don’t know if you got the full understanding of exactly how you should play a D chord.” His grin is salacious while you stretch out on his bed, waiting for him to finish his joke. “And while you might be my favorite student, you need to learn some better studying habits.” He points a mocking finger in your direction.
“And how should I go about that?” You watch him stand and shed the remainder of his clothes. “You’re a terrible distraction Eddie.”
He climbs back onto the bed to hover over you, mischief in his eyes while he plays with the ends of your hair, a smile and a laugh directly softly at you. “I think I have the perfect tool to help you.”
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mauraeyk · 1 month
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5.08 | 6.06 for @stellakidds
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chilschuck · 7 days
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May i requests imagines for chilchuck with an s/o that kisses rough? Not sexy biting rough but like those big dogs that throw themselves at their owners lmao!! Id like to see how youthink chilchuck would react ♡
`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ this is so cute WAHHH!!! i hope i did it how you wanted, i took rough as more so messy and sloppy, which i thought would be fun to write!! i hope you enjoy anon, and so sorry it took me so long to get this out to you!!!
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— CHILCHUCK HCS: x reader who gives messy kisses.
꒰ warnings: ꒱ sfw + gn!reader! fluffy goodness.
꒰ wc: ꒱ 550
✦ i’m still working on requests from april, so i’m so sorry to those of you who are still waiting for theirs!! i will get them out soon, i promise!! (;;w;;) lots of love to you and i hope you enjoy!!! <333
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✦ Chilchuck isn’t sure what to think the first time you pull him in with messy kisses. I can imagine it’s a bit shocking to him to suddenly have his nose, cheeks, and lips smothered with smooches like that, so expect him to stop and process that for a moment.
✦ Once his cheeks are done burning and his nose is finished crinkling up, he’ll complain and grumble about it for sure. Be prepared for Chil to wave you off and act like he didn’t like it. (We all know he did.)
✦ Imagine approaching him as he works on something at his desk, his brow furrowed in concentration. You just can’t help but pull his face to you, licking your lips before he can utter a word and absolutely splaying kisses all over him. In between each obnoxious kissing sound is his voice complaining about the sudden barrage. You can’t help it, you tell him after. He’s just so handsome!
✦ It gets to the point where he hears you approach and he jumps, eager to defend his face from your lips. You pout a bit about it once, telling him you’ll stop giving him those messy kisses and he spends the rest of the afternoon silently thinking about the face you made.
✦ Expect him to get a little grumpy if you don’t walk past him while it’s just the two of you and pull him in for kisses. We know how this man is with affection, but imagine suddenly stopping your ministrations and leaving him with none at all. Chilchuck is going to eventually complain that you shouldn’t stop giving those to him. (Even if he acts like he doesn’t like it.)
“Hey.” His voice was softer but still a bit rough around the edges, pulling your attention from the task you busied yourself with.
“Can you… Do that thing you usually do?” Chilchuck continues after swallowing down his pride, that line between his brows appearing from how hard he’s furrowing his brow.
You blink, wracking your brain for what he could possibly be asking. Finally, he lets out a frustrated sigh, grumbling a quiet, “The kisses, idiot.”
That gets you smiling. Stretching your arms out towards him, you give that mischievous look you always do before decorating his face with your lips. Chil moves between your legs as you press kiss after messy kiss along the light spray of freckles across his nose and cheeks, trailing them down to finally meet his lips. You are pleasantly surprised at how much he reciprocates in that moment.
✦ If you haven’t seen him for a long time and the first thing you do is pull him into a flurry of smooches, he’s going to get very flustered. Get ready for him to either grab your cheeks and pull you to his lips or for him to groan out as you speckle his cheeks in kisses.
✦ Either way, Chil is affection and touch starved, and will never admit that to you. Once you find out just how much he secretly enjoys your affections like this, you never let him hear the end of it. He’ll always be on the receiving end of your messy pecks and smooches, even if he acts like he doesn’t look forward to it.
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— dividers by @/cafekitsune!! <3
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peterparkcr · 1 year
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Sam + kissing Mon’s hand
GAP THE SERIES
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