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24 reads in 2024 <3 :)
tagged in this fun game by @suseagull04 yay! i currently have a spreadsheet I'm making for a friend that's 500 books long and full of books I've read and books on my TBR, all painstakingly hand-categorized by genre AND subgenre, tropes, rating, etc. it is my great undertaking. can you tell I'm a consultant by career lmfao
just picking 24 at random from the tbr that is currently clocking in at 300 books...
Casket Case by Lauren Evans
The Pairing by Casey McQuiston
Bride by Ali Hazelwood
Not in Love by Ali Hazelwood
Funny Story by Emily Henry
The Rom-Commers by Katherine Center
Maybe Once, Maybe Twice by Alison Rose Greenberg
A Tempest of Tea by Hafsah Faizal
The Ballard of Songbirds and Snakes by Suzanne Collins
Never Been Kissed by Timothy Janovsky
The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle by Stuart Turton
Court of the Vampire Queen by Katee Robert
Between Us by Mhairi McFarlane
Always Be Your Baby by Illustraice
You, with a View by Jessica Joyce
Educated by Tara Westover
A Psalm for the Wild-Built by Becky Chambers
The Villa by Rachel Hawkins
Do I Know You? by Emily Wibberley
Razorblade Tears by S.A. Cosby
The Spy Who Came In from the Cold by John le Carré
Sea of Tranquility by Emily St. John Mandel
House of Roots and Ruin by Erin A. Craig
The Only One Left by Riley Sager
idk how many of y'all like to read regularly for fun but i saw that you did this @myheartalivewrites @14carrotghoul and @onward--upward tagged me in a version of this so i am open to chatting books xoxo. open tag to all who read!! pls tag me i want to see and scream.
i am always open to book recs (i am always into romance/thriller/suspense/mystery/psychological works!!!! <3 <3 <3 xoxo
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dallasstars: coffee and a stroll🚶♂️
#hockey#stars#dallas stars#miro heiskanen#roope hintz#ty dellandrea#okay so like yes they are in two different pictures#but i am still choosing to read this as honorary finn ty dellandrea#z:edit
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annoys the hell out of me that we can have all these discussions now abt future stars captains and they all sound so good!!! i’d be happy with miro, delly, robo, so many of the guys!! hell if otter could wear the “C” i’d be campaigning for him!!!!! even with our current old men it’s really interesting, because pavs seems like an obvious choice but at its roots this is Tyler’s Team so i could hear either out and like. basically people have great points for so many of our core and it’s really awesome to see how our leadership group is gonna grow and change over the years into good hands. but for now we’re stuck with our current fuckass captain like . man.
#this post sponsored by future leadership group miro delly robo truthers#we can discuss roope and someone else for road A's but that is. not the point of this rn dfbhdshjkfds#the stars are soooo ‘too many cooks!’ when it comes to leadership but in a really good way i think#like they cover their bases. some nurture some fun some old man isms some young man isms etc#obligatory finnish representatives. the dallas essentials you know#and then a fuckhead!!!! man#yap yap yapping#posts also made for ppl who got rlly excited when they read saad's piece that said he could see j*mie riding out his contract with the C bu#if he re-signs they could pass the C on to somebody else
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do you have any stars recs please? (preferably any of robo, otter, roope, miro in any configuration) thank you so much in advance!!! <3
kitnita, coffeehound91, barefootstarz, and hyacinthed are probably the four writers who come to mind when i think of the stars renaissance that’s happening rn, and all of their fics slaps
this miro/roope, this robo/otter, and this miro/roope are all good places to start!!
#it sounds like you wanted those four in the ships only but coffeehound91’s roope/wyatt fics slap so hard#fic rec#rec list: ask edition#also i’m like about to go on a bit of a hiatus on this blog but this question was SO easy bc i’ve read so much stars fic lately
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Kinkmas 2023
Hello and welcome to my take on kinkmas, otherwise known as 12 days of smut as we lead up to that festive day in the year Christmas.
Whilst this account has only been around since July I wanted to have a moment where I thanked you all for the love and support that we have amassed here, truly never thought it was possible!
I am usually pretty free with who can be requested but this time round we have a few very important rules:
players can only be used once (this includes the threesome day too) so choose wisely!
players have to be in the NHL and have to be 21 or over.
as always this is on a first come first serve basis so get your requests in before all of the slots are taken!
so happy requesting and even happier reading my lovlies, have a great holiday!
𝟏. 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆
↳ matthew tkachuk
𝟐. 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐓
↳ sidney crosby
𝟑. 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆
↳ mikko rantanen
𝟒. 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆
↳ nico hischier
𝟓. 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐄
↳ kirby dach
𝟔. 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄
↳ miro heiskanen and roope hintz
𝟕. 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐒
↳ jack hughes
𝟖. 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊
↳ matthew knies
𝟗. 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆
↳ quinn hughes
𝟏𝟎. 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐀
↳ trevor zegras
𝟏𝟏. 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘
↳ timo meier
𝟏𝟐. 𝐕𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌
↳ arber xhekaj
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“hence throwing Mandana under the bus in Page Six”
I missed a step? She threw Mandana under the bus?
In the article discussed here
there’s a section that talks about how Meghan launched Roop without any products and how that opposes the traditional celeb brand business model (best embodied by Goop). Then:
It was Mandana Dayani — president of the Sussexes’ company Archewell from May 2021 to December 2022 — who first came to Markle with a list of business proposals, we’re told. Another source who knows the Sussexes said: “Mandana was supposed to figure out a business that makes money, but she left … but I know she pitched Meghan on a bunch of ideas.” Dayani declined to comment.
Within the larger context of the section, Page Six is essentially saying that Mandana didn’t plan for all the little details and contingencies (like where to source ingredients or marketing restrictions, both of which are discussed in the article, or paperwork mistakes/delays) in her business proposal for Roop, which is probably the holdup for why there’s no product so it’s her fault that Meghan launched too early, not Meghan’s. You know, just the usual Sussex deflection of accountability.
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hello friends 💕 thank you to everyone for all the tags over the last few days and weeks (I will tag under the cut). I have not written any words since i posted angel fic because the brain is mushy peas rn. Instead, here are some words I wrote yesterday unrelated to fic but related to me (tw parental illness / mental health).
btw the fic that made me cry was The Impossible Soul by @cha-melodius. Everyone should read it and weep. One of the best pieces of writing I've read in a long while.
I hope everyone had a nice week 💕 I have been off grid spending time with friends (irl AND fandom -@wordsofhoneydew , @inexplicablymine !) in an effort to spark joy again! Finding happiness in the little victories can be tough when your goals feel like mountains in the distance. It has been a journey.
also, a sincere and heartfelt thank you to anyone who has read, enjoyed, commented on, or yelled at me about my angel!henry fic. it has been a real light in my life right now to have this community of people engaging with a work that was both meaningful to me and cathartic to write. I am trying to practice what I preach as angel!henry and find peace in the small luxuries of life. Sometimes, this can be hard. For all of my friends who have dealt with mental illness or grief or loss or pain, I am here for you and I am holding out my hand. Much love always. 🤍
Thanks for helping me along. 🥰 Hope you have a good week ahead. I hope my muse returns soon. Maybe when the clouds part eventually! I am slowly chipping away at an angel fic epilogue. Hope you love. 🥰
xoxo roop
+ tags under the cut. sorry if I missed a tag or two, tumblr keeps eating my tags and drafts and it is not on purpose I promise 😭
@kiwiana-writes @porcelainmortal @leaves-of-laurelin @bigassbowlingballhead @captainjunglegym
@sophie1973 @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @anincompletelist @sherryvalli @piratefalls
@nocoastposts @thedramasummer @thinkof-england @itsmaybitheway @dumbpeachjuice
@suseagull04 @littlemisskittentoes @welcometololaland @onthewaytosomewhere @adreamareads
@msmarvelouswinchester @happiness-of-the-pursuit @cricketnationrise @rmd-writes @mikibwrites
@clottedcreamfudge @eusuntgratie @priincebutt @getmehighonmagic @duchessdepolignaca03
@alasse9 @nontoxic-writes @affectionatelyrs @ships-to-sail @myheartalivewrites
@14carrotghoul @orchidscript @sparklepocalypse @tailsbeth-writes @oxfordslutphase
@magicandarchery @indestructibleheart @anchoredarchangel @onward--upward
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the stars claiming petey off waivers would be my 'nate bastian back to the devils on thanksgiving' btw. i would not shut up about it maybe ever. like i will fully buy into moneky's paw magic of the universe bullshit if roope & wyatt getting injured in preseason was all it took to get petey back i'm not even kidding.
#zoe.txt#mild disclaimer that obviously i would rather wyatt & roope Not Be Hurt but also. yk. well you read the post#he seemed to be doing WELL in san jose so i am obviously also SAD for my beloved random guy but ALSO i want him back. i have layers#@ jim nill you know you love guys taken in the fifth round of the draft & also guys drafted in 2017. you want petey back sooooo bad
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wip wednesday :D
THANK YOU @kiwiana-writes @xthelastknownsurvivorx @littlemisskittentoes @firenati0n @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @bigassbowlingballhead @getmehighonmagic you guys are on FIRE today???? (and always, but like) what ya'll have been sharing lately is so incredible, thank you so much for sharing it with us!
I have another snippet from bridesmaids today because roops (@firenati0n) has REIGNITED MY FIRE for this fic and reminded me that it's actually ? my baby ?? so. and another thank you to @nocoastposts and @wordsofhoneydew for helping me pick which part to post! all of you guys are the best <3
so, without further ado -- HAVE SOME DAVID LORE !
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There’s a tapping noise on the floor at Henry’s feet, and a thick beagle rounds the corner of the cabinet, his deeply set eyes glancing up at Henry. A bit of the tension drains out of him at having something to talk about — Alex has always been good with dogs.
“Is this the infamous David?” he asks, squatting down to hold out a hand. “The one that stained June’s rug?”
“The very same,” Henry confirms, smiling before it morphs into faux concern. “But don’t say it too loudly, he’s quite embarrassed about that still.”
David gives him a curious, albeit slightly uninterested, glance, abandoning his post at Henry’s feet to trot over to Alex. He sniffs at his fingers for a second, then leans his head into Alex’s hand.
“Ah. Sorry, buddy,” Alex apologizes, scratching him lightly behind the ears. “Though, to be fair, I’d be pretty embarrassed too if I threw up in the middle of the floor in someone else’s house. We’ve all been there, man. Don’t sweat it.”
“He’s got a sensitive stomach,” Henry argues defensively, rinsing the knife off in the sink and grabbing the containers to put the sandwiches in. “Levi’s friends shouldn’t have given him so many treats. He gets nervous around people he doesn’t know. It was a recipe for disaster.”
“He seems to be warming up to me pretty quickly,” Alex raises a brow, glancing up at Henry as David gives a tentative sniff to the back of his hand again, then licks it.
Henry sets the last sandwich into the bag and pauses as he takes in the scene, a sober smile on his lips. “Yes, well.”
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OKAY I'm kinda late to this today but would love to see what any of ya'll have to share! and of course an open tag as well! if I missed yours already please feel free to tag me in it!
@affectionatelyrs @daisymae-12 @read-and-write- @inexplicablymine @rockyroadkylers @raysletters @sparklepocalypse @firstsprinces @nocoastposts @wordsofhoneydew @zwiazdziarka @eusuntgratie @ninzied !!
I hope you're all having a lovely holiday so far and being kind to yourselves! :D
xx
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Mahabharat is and will always be my favourite tale to reflect upon and talk to people about. This book was immensely hyped up along with the author. I have now read three of her books. The Last Queen, which admittedly I adored. Then, the Forest Of Enchantments, the book I'd been looking forward to for such a long time. That one left me in a rage.
I went into this book expecting to be pissed off and disappointed. And I wasn't let down on that assumption.
The Palace Of Illusions is a retelling of the great Indian epic-Mahabharata. A tale incorporated so deeply into our hearts that everyone has their own takes and beliefs and opinions about it. I sincerely believe that you cannot write a retelling without angering a number of people. Well, I'm one them.
The writing style:
I didn't have too many issues except i did not get why there were so many rhetorical and philosophical questions? Literal, paragraphs that were nothing but questions.
Draupadi, the enigma, the fire-born, the one person I would fight for as long as there is life in me, why was acting as though she was a little more than a sullen child? In the book that was supposed to be from her point of view, the person, the author did the most injustice with was-Draupadi.
The plot assassination:
As I mentioned above, most of everything in the plot of the epic was butchered and mangled to fit into the author's narrative of women, good-men,bad. It is common knowledge that women's position in society was as downtrodden as depicted here. Don't get me wrong, horrific crimes happened against women and justice was also delivered adequately but the author pulled apart the entire social structure only to be able to say that every bad thing happened to Draupadi was because she is a woman.
~ In the very first chapter, Draupadi said it was egoistic of her father to give her a variation of his own name when her brother, Dhrishtadyumna got an original name. In Vyas Mahabharat, her birth name was Krishnaa but like many people in Hindu beliefs, she was also known as Draupadi, though that is the most commonly used name. So, no points to the author trying to convince everyone that this was sexist.
~ Draupadi was highly educated and trained in many things including economics and she was the one who was in charge of the treasury of Indraprastha. She was a finance minister of sorts. So, saying that King Droupad refused to let her train because she is a woman is stupid.
~Also, I've grown up listening to that Draupadi stepped out of the fire as a young woman. She wasn't a child. Some sources say she was around 16 some say around 25.
~ Are we still stuck about 50 years ago that we're going to be okay with authors portraying that all women in power are evil? Kunti and Draupadi viewed each other as rivals? Draupadi throwing temper tantrums over other women? wtf
~ Draupadi as a pick-me? Half the book Draupadi's internal dialogue is nothing but I don't know how to socialize with other women, they're jealous of each other, they're always giggling, I won't survive the world of women, I can't dance, people don't find me pretty because of my dark complexion(where did white supremacy even came in this conversation) but suddenly out of nowhere Draupadi just knows that every woman is envious of her. She adores the saris and jewellery that she used to find impossible to handle.
~ Maharishi Vyas giving Draupadi Divya drishti to see the battlefield of Kurukshetra came out of nowhere. It felt a forced action done only to show Draupadi's emotions about the deaths.
~ Draupadi harbouring hidden feelings for Karna and him secretly returning those feelings felt like a teenager's fever dream. A teenager who's hellbent on sexualizing everything they come across.
~Bhagvat Gita was witnessed by everyone on kurukshetra including the Virat roop? Again, it felt like a move forced that was done in order to show Draupadi's internal dialogue. How did the author even think she could fit Bhagvat Gita in half a chapter?
~The Pandavas just had no personality whatsoever outside of being obedient to their mother and scared of Draupadi's temper tantrums.
~Krishan ji was told to be this charismatic, carefree, silvertongued diplomat but he was simply shown as someone who randomly showed up and gave unsolicited advice.
~And I don't know what that ending was but you can't be serious telling me that Karna and Draupadi somehow end up together in heaven?
~WHAT WAS THE AUTHOR'S PROBLEM WITH RESEARCHING ABOUT MAHABHARATA???
There was no way the entire plot of Mahabharata could've fit into one book. She tried too but this book sucked. I understand it's a retelling and sometimes had to change but everything here felt so forced. The author broke everything in context to fit into her supposedly feminist ideal. Don't get me wrong, i dislike the Pandavas, the Kauravas and their elders with all my heart but they all had one dimensional personalities. They had caricature-ish depositions. I had no emotions attached to anyone in this book whatsoever. This was a headache.
#the palace of illusions#draupadi#mahabharata#kurukshetra#hinduism#hindublr#desi blog#desi life#desiblr#being desi#desi tumblr#desi tag#desi teen#desi academia#desi dark academia#desi shit posting#arjuna
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yeah I'll reblog the memes for independence day but make no mistake, i unironically believe that finland is a shit country. especially as of late. not even getting to the rise of right-wing politics in the past few years, but just in general as someone who's not white and who's non-binary.
If you're anything else than a white able bodied allo cishet male, this country hates you. White male celebs who routinely sexually harass people constantly on TV, with no punishment in sight for their actions, their victims blamed by the public; one of the highest percentage of people to victim blame victims of sexual harasment.
Forever seen as an intruder if you're not white, whether you were born here or not - and even if you weren't, that doesn't make you an intruder. One of the most racist European countries. Romani and Sami people are treated like shit and it's completely socially acceptable to spout racist bullshit about both of those people. Rampant cultural appropriation, especially to Karelian people, who's culture I constantly see on tumblr too stolen by non-Karelian finns.
Trans healthcare literally one of the most inaccessible in western countries, constantly listed among worst in Europe. Being non-binary instantly lowers your chances to get care. So does being autistic. Years of waiting just to know if you'll be denied or not getting gender affirming care.
I wish I could say that I believe we can be better.
Anyway, happy independence day🇫🇮
Some stuff:
Suomi koetaan yhdeksi rasistisimmista maista (In Finnish)
Study: being black in EU (In English)
Amnesty: Finland's structural racism (In English)
Finland's appropriation of Sami culture (In English)
Study: Finland and appropriation of Karelian culture* (In English)
Karelian activist Häkki Maura on cultural appropriation (In Finnish)
Kehrääjä: abuse in trans healthcare towards kids (In Finnish)
An Instagram account publishing anonymous experiences with trans healthcare (In Finnish)
Study: Intersection of race and transness (In English)
(For the sexual harasment I just urge people to do their own googling on Aku Hirviniemi, Roope Salminen, Sami Hedberg and the subject in general)
This stuff is easily googleable, so do your own research. This is just some stuff to get you started and to remember.
*I haven't read this entire study (yet).
#Suomi#finnish#perkele#itsenäisyyspäivä#pls reblog thank you#suomitumppu#suomitumblr#tumppu#racism in Finland
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I'm late to the party but if you're still giving your bbg opinions: I need to know your babygirl opinion about matty tkachuk, roope hintz and joseph woll 👀
sorry for the delay of babygirl examinations everyone. i've been busy, but i'm back on my bullshit.
i'm going to start with one of my most recent faves, joseph woll & he is one of my top-tier babygirls. he has a very babygirl aura. I MEAN JUST LOOK AT HIM!!
he's literally a dork in the best way possible. like he literally bought a whole ass new car & was more excited for a star wars lego. he bought a bunch of legos on cyber monday. i would kill to build legos with him. he also likes to read. he rejoined instagram so he could share his music.
MAY I REMIND EVERYONE HE PLAYS THE PIANO! VERY BABYGIRL ACTIVITY! HE PLAYED PIANO AT THE BLUE & WHITE GALA! WHEN I FOUND OUT HE PLAYS PIANO MY HEART LITERALLY MELTED!! LIKE PLEASE JUST WATCH😭😭😭😭
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in conclusion, joseph woll is extremely babygirl & i'm a woller defender until the day i die & i just adore him (i could literally cry)💙💙💙💙
next we will be examining matthew tkachuk & although he's not babygirl babygirl, he very much has babygirl moments. like the fact he went to see "a star is born". but he's also very babygirl for sam bennett (the way he talked about him in fishing for compliments😭). he also had a picture wall in his bedroom as a kid of all the people he met, that just feels very babygirl to me. i think the thing that's hindering his babygirl-ness is that he's absolutely feral.
and finally, we have roope hintz. and he is obviously babygirl. the piece of proof i will offer these 2 pictures to prove his babygirlness here:
pearl necklace(s). case closed. so very babygirl.
#babygirl examination#joseph woll#matthew tkachuk#roope hintz#toronto maple leafs#florida panthers#dallas stars
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;; History Lessons
Chapter Seventeen of the Road Wife Series
Table of Contents
01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05
06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10
11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15
16 | 17
Summary: On the road again, you are haunted by the memory of catching Pat Maroon and the first wife together at Amalie. But you find an escape - and answers - when your first appointment with Alex Killorn claims your afternoon.
Kinks & Triggers: there is no smut in this chapter.
Word Count: 3k
TAGLIST:@mp0625 , @equallyshaw , @charles11700 , @swissboyhisch , @wingedwheelprxncess , @luvmmarner, @fandomrejects , @misunderstoodwerewolf , @callsign-denmark , @puckmaidens , @xcicix , @starshine-hockey-girl , @cixrosie
The road trip kicked off yet again in Dallas, which felt more like a second home than a pit stop for the season which how many times the boys had played them. But that was merely a side effect of playing a condensed season in one set division. You bounced from Tampa to Sunrise, Dallas, Raleigh, Detroit, Nashville and Chicago. That was the breadth of your reality. Any other team, any other city, would only concern you when the playoffs began. Until then, only two things hung heavily over your mind. Your duties as the road wife, and the road wife that had come before you.
You had tried to keep yourself distracted with books and music and conversation. But there was no ignoring the stare of Pat on the flight that had taken you from Tampa to Dallas. And there was no ridding your mind of the memory.
It was all still so clear in your mind. Pat, sitting there on the examination table. His shirt was open, merely hanging off his shoulder. You could see everything. The tone of his chest, and the hair that grew on it. The treasure trail on his belly that leads your gaze down to the top of his belt buckle. You remembered how his hair was still wet and slicked back from his shower, and you had caught the look in his dark eyes when he realized he was doing something he knew he shouldn’t be doing.
Ella was a stark contrast to him, her soft dark hair hanging down her back and the look on her face satisfied as if she had wanted to be caught. To be seen. And you saw it all. The way her hands rested on the breadth of his thighs to just how close she was standing to him. Between his legs. So close that she could have-
You didn’t let your mind spiral as it often did when it crept into the back of your mind. The vision of them became etched there, but you refused to let yourself fill in the blanks. You refused to let yourself wonder just was happening there before you caught them.
Work kept you busy when the team had played Dallas the night before. They won with a score of 2-1, with goals from Roope Hintz and Stamkos on the power play, but it was Gourde who had scored the game-winner. But it was Vasy’s effort in the net that really won the game for the team, and they rewarded him a night with you because of it.
He had kept you busy for an hour and tired you out enough to sleep through the night, but they had another game to play in Dallas tomorrow. And while practice consumed the morning, it left the rest of the day for your mind to wander. It left you restless in your hotel room, moving from the bed to the sofa and to the bed again as you tried to read or listen to music. But nothing could bring you resolve. Not until the familiar chime of your phone met your ears.
An appointment! You had an appointment!
Sprawling out over the mattress, you reached for the phone that rested face down on the nightstand. The screen was bright with life as you cradled it in your palm, your shoulders doing a shimmy of a dance as you brought it up to review the calendar notifications with a smirk. You hoped that whoever it was, was someone who could fuck the thoughts right out of your head. But when you read the name in the title of the appointment, your stomach coiled into a knot. Killorn.
You had never had an appointment with Alex before, and for a time you thought his name wouldn’t show up on your screen. That he or his girlfriend didn’t want to be involved in such an agreement. Yet, after almost 3 months in service to the team, it was time for his first appointment.
That fact both worried and excited you.
Alex was one of the 4 players that made up the leadership team. Alongside Stamkos, Hedman and McDonagh, he had access to all of your calendars. He knew what you did, and with whom. Even back in Tampa during a homestead, he knew about every appointment you kept to assure that you were ready for the next road trip. Because it was his job to know. Yet, with all the knowledge, he had always treated you kindly. Like a friend, more than a colleague.
The two of you would often watch movies on your flights together when you didn’t have an appointment to consume your time. And while you didn’t have a habit of going to anyone with any problems you had, you knew Alex was someone you could trust no matter what. That fact alone should have had you skipping down the hotel hallway to fuck him. But when you stepped out into the hallway, you moved with the same calm discretion you used for all of your appointments.
You kept your head down, though the hallway was clear, and you kept your eyes trained on the ground as you came to the door and gave it a delicate knock. He would be expecting you. There would be no need to be loud and draw attention from the surrounding rooms. It only took a moment for the door to open and for Alex to greet you, but it was with something besides hello: “Where’s the sexy nurse costume?”
A lump formed in your throat as you looked up at him. He leaned up against the door frame, his shirt discarded somewhere back in his room, but it wasn’t enough to distract you from the seriousness of his stare.
You swallowed hard before you spoke. “Sexy nurse costume?”
Your words were broken, your expression falling into concern as your hand slipped into your back pocket where you had put your phone. His appointment hadn’t mentioned a costume-
Before you could check the appointment in your calendar for any clarification, Alex’s facade had broken and fell into laughter. “I’m just fucking with you.”
You wanted to laugh, but the panic he had given you at that moment only left your eyes to roll.
“Very funny, Alex,” you said, your sarcasm dripping off your words as you leaned in, tipped your chin up and childishly wrinkled your nose at him.
It was there when you leaned in so close to him; he let his hand wind around your waist. His hand found the small of your back, pressing carefully yet firmly against it to draw you inside. Your feet shuffled against the floor for the few feet he guided you, but once you were through the threshold, his hand was slipping from you. Free from his hold, you stopped in place just long enough to kick off your shoes before you were off like a shot and jumping onto his bed. You had never been in Alex’s room on the road, but you got comfortable with ease.
You settled among the pillows and snuggled into their comfort as if the two of you were settling in for a movie, not sex. And Alex did the same, settling down beside you. He leaned back against the headboard, his athletically toned body stretched out lazily before he took hold of you by the ankle and carefully tugged you to drape your legs over his lap.
It was the first authentic touch he had given you. One that boarded, being friendly and being curious. It left you lying a little awkwardly across the bed, but you didn’t mind. It was nice just being there to escape the torment of your own mind and there was a certain peace in Alex not being in a rush. Most of the other players would have you out of your pants before you even made it to bed, but Alex seemed to want to take his time with you.
His hand dragged up and down the length of your leg slowly as you both lay there. Running from ankle to knee, the only thing between you was the thin fabric of your pants. You warmed beneath the gentle friction, your mind focused on the rhythm of his touch as the two of you fell to small talk. You spoke of the game the night before, the road ahead, and the playoffs to come all the while his hand crept up a little higher. Up and over your knee before dropping back down, slipping down the side of your leg before travelling back up again. Until his hand came to hook behind your knee and he hoisted you up to sit in his lap with an effort that could only leave you gasping.
You often forgot just how easy it would be for any of the players to really manhandle you, and in that moment, Alex had been the closest to doing it. He seated you in his lap, your knees resting on each side of him and your hands finding - and feeling - the breadths of his chest to steady yourself as you wavered for a moment. Every breath you took almost brought you to a nervous tremble as you watched him, both of you so careful, so cautious, but it could only last so long. You had a job to do.
His hand had settled on your hips, his grip on you not hard but not slipping from you either. Firm, but easy enough for you to draw a single hand from you. You held it in both of yours, drawing it up to your lips to place a careful, lingering kiss against the pad of his fingers before guiding it to your cheek. His hand splayed out against him. You could feel everything from the warmth of his palm to how his fingers stretched out into your hairline as he cradled your cheek. It is with that careful touch that Alex guided you in and welcomed your kiss.
Your lips moved against his slowly, your nose wrinkling at the feeling of his coarse beard rubbing up against the skin of your jaw. But you persisted, leaning into the cautious kiss as his grip on your hip grip a little tighter. Then your lips parted, your tongue coaxing in the embrace of his tongue, but when it slid past your lips, you had to do your best not to cower. You could feel its slick - almost slimy feeling embrace as it stroked your tongue, getting the very taste of him - which was a pleasant minty flavour. Yet, it felt wrong.
It took all your willpower to keep your composure, to keep yourself from gagging as your hands found both of his cheeks and you eased out of the kiss you shared. Your eyes shifted over his features quickly, trying to gauge how he was feeling, but Killorn was always one of the hardest people for you to read.
Sighing, you let your eyes shut, and let your question creep up the back of your throat. “Was that as weird for you as it was for me?” you asked, your words a nervous admission.
But Alex put you at ease with a low laugh. “Yeah.”
“Thank fuck,” you sigh out, the relief consuming you both with laughter as you slid out of his lap and sprawled out on the bed at his side. It rumbled through you both light thunder that rolled and then there was nothing but silence and the heavy breathing as you both tried to calm after the fit of laughter.
Then, just when the silence was under threat of becoming awkward, you leaned your head to the side and looked up at Alex. “So, what do we do now?”
The easy answer would have been for the two of you to go your separate ways. For you to return to your room, and for him to get back to whatever he was doing before you arrived. But he had you booked for the entire hour, but leaving early would be easy enough to explain - especially when there was no shame in being honest. Yet, he reached for the remote and tossed the room service menu at you.
Sitting up, you crossed your legs and placed the menu in your lap. You looked over it with a smile, your finger tracing each item as you pondered it before going to the next. You could hear Alex putting on the TV in the background. The noise was welcome, but it couldn’t keep your mind at bay. The curiosities of your mind were consuming you once more. Worst of all, you knew Alex could provide answers. Which is why there was no stopping your words are they left your lips in a careless question.
“What really happened with the last wife?”
You kept your eyes fixated on the menu, only looking up when he answered with silence. His eyes were wide, his head half-cocked to the side. He wasn’t expecting that.
“I know she slept with Tyler Seguin. He all but told me that,” you explained, your words clear and direct as you looked at him, your eyes pleading, “but there’s more to it, isn’t there?”
More silence.
You fucking hated the silence. You wanted answered, even if it was something you both knew you shouldn’t be talking about. But you needed answers, so you were going to keep talking until he gave you something. Anything.
“She works for the Florida Panthers now, did you know that?” he met your eyes at the question, his soft look a silent answer. He knew. “She was at Amalie when we played them at home last…” you hesitated, swallowing hard before you spoke again, “I caught her with Pat-”
Alex cut you off with a long, exasperated sigh as his hand came up to card through his dark hair. This was it. The trigger point.
“Who else knows about this?” he asked. His words were low, and so soft that it almost made you nervous.
“Just you,” you said.
“Keep it that way.”
You stiffened. The tone of his words left your body feeling like glass. Fragile. But nowhere near the fragility of Pat’s situation. With so few words, and Alex’s mere tone, he told you that Pat would get in a lot of trouble if anyone else found out. Especially with it being so close to the postseason. The team needed him, so you would keep your mouth shut. But not with him. Not when his answers were making you all the more curious.
“You have to tell me what happened now,” you pried, pushing up onto your knees and giving him a reassuring smile.
He could trust you - or rather, you needed him to trust you.
And Alex did.
“Seguin wasn’t the only problem we had with Ella,” Alex started and it sent your stomach aflutter with nerves. “She and Pat were very close. Her betrayal cut him deeper than any of the rest of us…” he trailed off, his dark eyes shifting away from your face as she ran his hand along the angles of his jawline. Alex was trying to determine just how much he could get away with telling you without getting himself into trouble. Maybe he had already said too much, but he didn’t leave you on the edge of wanting more. “Because he was going to leave his fiance for her.”
“You’re joking!” You blurted out, your hands coming up to cover your mouth and the disbelief that consumed you.
Alex shook his head slowly, solemnly, and even then, you can’t believe it. You don’t want to.
You didn’t know how long exactly Ella had been with the team, but what you knew was that Pat had been engaged for some time before he had gotten married in the offseason. It had been a small ceremony not long before the season had started, shared in a mere handful of photographs on social media. And that he had known his now-wife long before they had entertained the idea of a relationship.
They had always seemed happy, in love. And he was going to throw it all away because of her. That was until he found out she had slept with Seguin.
The thought alone left a sour taste in your mouth, your body on the verge of retching. You hated that you caught them together, even if you didn’t know exactly what they were doing. Knowing what Alex shared with you only left your mind to spiral further now. And it left your heart broken for his wife. For his son. And his daughter too.
You wanted to tell yourself that they were just talking, but you couldn’t lie to yourself. Your gut was telling you something more had happened and your instinct wasn’t often wrong.
Alex must have seen the turmoil on your face, because he was reaching out to place a hand on your knee before you could stop it, then came his words. “She was trouble, but being the first wife, we didn’t have a lot of the conditions in place that we do now. Things weren’t as strict, gave us all a little too much freedom with what we could do with our wife.”
You tensed. He continued. “And if you asked me, we could use a few more rules to keep us all in line.”
Your brows knitted, confused, curious, “what do you mean?”
His smile grew, maybe a little too wide. He had been waiting for this moment, maybe even longer than you had been looking for your own answers. “I’ll just get to the point because I’m curious. What’s going on with you, Ross and Tony?”
“Are you asking me as the alternate captain or as my friend?” You asked him, your own words slow, cautious. It was you who was unsure of what you could say without getting yourself into trouble now.
“Your friend.”
“In that case,” you let yourself smile as you let yourself lay over his lap as you reached for the hotel phone, “we’re going to need a drink. I don’t talk about boys without a drink-”
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There's a very interesting read on page six about roop. Who might be investing, who turned her down and what Hollywood thinks of her brand. Basically, apart from an instagram account and a video of her parading in her gown, there's nothing. Also Mandana was meant to be some sort of business advisers, pitching lots of ways to make money.
Some quotes:
One insider who knows the Sussexes told Page Six that it’s looking like a typical Markle project: plenty of glamour, little substance. “They [Harry and Meghan] consistently make announcements and roll things out really early … to what point?” the insider said.
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Kerry Clasby, an organic farmer who runs the Malibu Fig Ranch and supplies to top chiefs including Tom Collichio and Jean George Vongirechten, said that Markle also needs to be diligent about using the name America Riviera — a nickname for the posh Santa Barbara region, which includes Montecito. “If you’re calling it American Riviera, you really ought to be [sourcing ingredients] grown in Santa Barbara,” Clasby told Page Six. “Otherwise, you’re going into the wholesale dump in downtown LA, where all the produce comes up from Mexico or Chile. “The kitchen should be there also [in the Santa Barbara area], unless they are just putting their name on it and getting it made wherever, or getting it pre-made. And then it’s hype.”
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But another insider who knows Markle isn’t so sure the Flamingo Estate crowd is interested. “She thinks her audience is high-end wealthy and wear Cartier and Tiffany — because she does,” the insider said. “But I think they are J Crew. She is really in the mid-tier market.”
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several sentence sunday <3 :)
hello! :) hope everyone is having a good weekend! <3 thank you for the tags @suseagull04 @kiwiana-writes @eusuntgratie @dumbpeachjuice @nocoastposts @cha-melodius @ninzied @msmarvelouswinchester @leojfitz love y'all
here's a snip from the proposal au titled "the full spectrum of human emotion" which required some...research on roop's part. enjoy lol:
Alex swings one leg around to straddle Henry, one hand holding onto the chair, another resting on Henry’s shoulder. His hips do a slow, dirty grind on a very stressed Henry, taking on a life of their own. Alex is feeling wholly possessed by the horny ghost of cowboy Matthew McConaughey from Magic Mike, a series he felt compelled to revisit after his late-stage bisexual awakening. He tries to focus on the beat of the music, the warmth of Henry’s chest as Alex sways up and down. The bass line of “Pony” has nothing on the thudding of his heart roaring in his ears.
Henry's face tips back as he takes in Alex in his current state—sweaty, gyrating, focused. His eyes close, but not before Alex sees his pupils blown out, only a ring of blue visible. Alex offers up a prayer of gratitude to Steven Soderbergh for giving him a series of movies that is directly responsible for the very delicious position he's in right now. As a self-respecting cowboy, he isn't planning on looking a gift horse in the mouth. Or a gift pony, he should say.
xoxo roop
coming soon to an ao3 near you :)
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#roop writes#fic: tfsohe#several sentence sunday#rwrb#rwrb fic#fics#the videos and articles i watched and read for lap dances were...horrific to say the least#but i am learning#“gift pony” makes me giggle every time unfortunately because i am a simple woman with simple needs
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