You'll be back

El, late twenties, any pronouns. Somehow accidentally became a hockey fan

[sportsthoughts]

boyfriend!sid for ccm

[paahster]

Sometimes I just really love the normal well-adjusted nhl players especially in contrast to the ones who aren’t. Like wow you have a happy and healthy little family with a beautiful wife and kid(s), and your hobbies are normal and unassuming; that is wonderful! Your teammate over there has to do ritualistic killings before every game because he thinks it makes him play better

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Ship trope I'd love to see more of: "Are we in love? I mean, yeah, probably, but that's a problem for future us. Right now we're just trying to make it through the Plot."

[virtualpeople]

(muffled cha cha cha sounds)

[euroblog]

let him out

[anterieur]

ah to be an eurovision background dancer dressed in foil, doing trampoline on stage

[damiano-david]

wear green if you slay

[clawsfangs]

why is google docs correcting my fucking DNA sequence

[clawsfangs]

[frawgs]

girls be like . ooh new bruise

[abigailthesloth]

Gender is an illusion and I refuse to figure it out but someone called me my boyfriend's wife today and I feel absolutely feral

[hooved]

i hope this e-mail finds your g-spot

[eroscestlavie]

Rose Tyler was so iconic…no job. no father. hopping planets wearing approximately 10 lbs of waterproof drugstore mascara. a man at home who knew full well she was getting her back blown out by debate team captain space alien David Tennant on the regular and would still hang out with her every time she deigned to grace him with her presence. She killed the Devil? what a great character

[eroscestlavie]

yes mama…

[tamizhnadu]

wow he really is gay huh

[wdclando]

@mclaren: No angles are off-limits when there’s @lando.jpg content to make. 😉📸

[duckdotcom]

they should let us download ibuprofen for free

[psygull]

[transfemmes-deactivated20260103]

Everybody's masc until MIKA comes on

[desinteresse]

[roach-works]

listen. aging into your thirties rocks. yes your joints get a little creaky. yes you can’t sleep in a pretzel on the floor anymore after a concert or a convention. and you lose some friends. but the thing is that you sort out who your real friends are and you sort out who you really are. and you get to see your friends settling into careers they like, and adopt new dogs and cats, and you find a job you can stand, and get really good at arts and crafts, and maybe that book you loved as a kid gets a movie deal and it doesn’t suck, and you learn to like new food and bake your own bread, and you realize that the great portfolio of self harm scars you all used to curate are going white with age and not updated, and half your friends are a different gender now and so much happier and maybe you are too, and you know who you are, and that it’s a journey and not a revelation. it’s a direction you’re headed, and you’re enjoying the trip.

reaching your 30′s rocks. and i’m hearing good things about what comes next, too.

[roach-works]

i am looking into your eyes, i am holding your hand. i absolutely promise.

if you can just live long enough, your soul will build your body into a home. you will live there and you will find a way to be at peace. it’s worth the time and it’s worth the work. i promise.