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Color Me Curious
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if i look back, i am lost

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Misplaced Lens Cap
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hermeneutic on ao3. powered by ginger ale
hrpf zone + general kink posting
just posting a ton of bullshiiiiiit
18+ f/u/b free i will block ageless blogs
transformative works policy
ask if u want my main blog wooooo
new fic!
e. chinakhov/e. malkin, e. chinakhov/z.chinahkov, e.chinakhov & a. šilovs among others
tags: infidelity, internalized homophobia, misogyny, e. malkin is not a good person, t. jarry haunting the narrative , drunkenness, 25-26 nhl season
for @gordiehowehatty! happy belated birthday :) sorry its angst! but something tells me u dont mind hmm.....
read here
not now kitten daddy has to clock into sidgeno rpf
Figured I'd make my own ship bingo for my specific ship opinions. (Feel free to steal!)
Eugene Thacker, "Nine Disputations on Theology and Horror", Collapse: Philosophical Research and Development, Vol. IV
Kink scene rescheduled because halfway through me explaining the scenario my dom asked a clarifying question that uncovered a howling logical inconsistency and we ended up spending the next three hours workshopping the worldbuilding.
happy There Will Come Soft Rains by Ray Bradbury day
Holding Hands, Persepolis Iran. C.500 Bc
“I’m want to, like, say sorry,” Malkin says. Connor hasn’t really talked to the guy that much and finds he’s still surprised by how deep his voice is, the rumble of it echoing around Connor’s ears. “For heat comment.” “Okay,” Connor answers, and he’s sure he sounds just as dumbfounded as the look that must take over his face. Crosby must really run a tight ship around here if he’s making vets like Malkin apologize for trash talk. “I’m not know it’s, like, big secret,” Malkin says. “So, you know. Sorry. Feel like huge jerk.” Connor blinks at him. “What?” he asks eventually when he finds the mental capability. “What big secret?” Malkin stares at him like he thinks he’s being tested in some way. “Big secret that you’re omega, Connor.”
evgeni malkin/connor mcdavid, rated e, 6.8k, a/b/o read on ao3 here
“this doesn’t compare to the feel of your skin”
12 SENTENCES DEEP IN VAMPIRE SMUT AND I HAVE TO PREPARE A 15 MINUTE PRESENTATION FOR AN INTERVIEW I JUST SCHEDULED FOR TOMORROW?