because i'm a mirrorball.

carson david alexander stone. twenty two. center for the chicago blackhawks.

[maxmcyfield]

Wolgang Novogratz as Nick in Feel The Beat

[carsonstcne]

SECRET SANTA: to @prxst-n

’sup, man? i got you for secret santa, and i wasn’t quite sure what to get you. i read over your wants and dislikes, so i tried to get you things that you would enjoy. firstly, i got you a backpack because one can never have too many bags in their lives. another gift i got you are some socks that say the phrase ‘mother f*cker’ and i thought you’d get a kick outta that. and last but not least, i got you a robe for whenever you just want to relax around your suite. again, i hope you enjoy these gifts and i hope that you had a pretty rad holiday!

-- carson stone

[naturaekos]

[aurorxbanks]

           it was the first day of autumn and you could feel it in chicago once the sun went down … not that aurora was going to complain about pulling from her pile of sweaters. and it just meant that she was going to have an even better time blading around the city, which she was thrilled to finally have someone to get out there with her. she knew rollerblading was a bit of a niche hobby at the hotel, but luckily for her @carsonstcne​ was just as eager to strap on a pair of skates. so as they sat on one of the grand benches outside of the malnati, she turned her head to meet the boy’s visage as she tucked a few locks of hair behind her ear. “so you’re sure you’ve got time for this? i don’t want to, like, take up too much time in your schedule.” rory knew he was a busy boy, and she was always conscious of others’ time, but the excitement was still written all over her face. “i’ve got some pretty cool spots i can show you …”

[carsonstcne]

           the autumnal season was upon them, causing the city to cool off some. it was perfect for carson. tourists were snapping pictures, people were rushing in and out of the malnati, and carson found himself sitting next to the one and only rory banks. when she offered to rollerblade around the city with him, he couldn't turn her down. carson always loved to rollerblade, and it reminded him of being on the ice. a small smile emerged on carson’s lips as he looked over at the other’s face, hands finishing lacing up his skates. “always have time for friends,” carson nodded, the dimple in his cheek becoming more prominent as his smile widened. the boy could see a thoughtful expression on rory’s face, noticing that she didn’t want to take too much of his time, but he’d always make time for someone like rory. leaning back against the bench, carson looked across the city and then back towards rory, an eyebrow perched up against his forehead. “oh yeah? i’m excited to see some of your spots.”

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

Wolfgang Novogratz for Avenue Twenty-Four Magazine (September 2019)

[moirasvnchez]

      *! moira was no stranger to unhealthy habits. she usually ate like a small child, drank too much every single weekend and occasionally indulged in a drug of her choice. she’d been on a bit of a binge all weekend and it was just starting to catch up to her. she looks in the closest reflective surface and huffed, reapplying her lip gloss. “just realized i’ve been up for like, 26 hours. i know i should probably be concerned but i feel like a bit of a badass. maybe i’ll break my personal record.” she switches her attention to the person next to her. “do i look like i haven’t slept in 26 hours? if so, i might reconsider. dark circles can be hidden but bags cannot.”

[carsonstcne]

long nights were nothing foreign to carson; he could probably pick their victims out of a crowd. the shakier pairs of hands, the half moon circles under lackluster eyes. he never judged those who were swept up in sleepless nights. he, himself, was too busy being victimized one. “you have a personal record for not sleeping?” he asked, hands combing through his brown locks before rubbing his eyes for some relief. if he were being honest, he shouldn’t have been up at this time of hour considering it was day three of not being able to catch more than twenty minutes here and there. the playoffs were finally back, meaning his sleeping schedule was pretty much fucked. practices were non-stop and team meetings were almost daily, leaving him with no room for a social life unless he allowed himself to stay up a little longer than usual. “is this a trick question?” he laughed, but then his brows furrowed in confusion as he thought about his answer. “i mean, you look good for getting barely any sleep. no under bags from what i can see.”

[carsonstcne]

r-bygrxxves​:

all the boy had to say was cook and the blonde had sprung from her lounging position on the couch, springing up so fast she almost fell right off the cushion. “cook! you want me to teach you to cook?!” the girl was beaming with excitement as she made her way over to him. “oh, carson i’d love to teach you! it will be so much fun! and spaghetti is so boring, that is just sauce and noodles. you want something amazing? we can make a lasagna! oh with real san marzano tomatoes and fresh mozzarella!” he didn’t know what he was getting into when he asked the girl to cook. “and this just means i will get to spend more time with you, carson!” ruby did love her roommate, she did anything and everything she could to make sure he was taken care of. but moving past him to the kitchen. “come on! we got to start the sauce!” 

carson's head snapped up, his heart skipped a beat, and he smiled brightly at ruby as she jumped up from where she was. "of course!" he spoke, admiring the way ruby always seemed to seep sunshine from her entire being. his ears perked up once she started spewing food ideas, shaking his head in amusement as her excitement reminded him of his mom. being raised by a chef meant good home-cooked meals that were made with love and tenderness, but since moving out on his own, he felt a piece of himself missing since he never picked up on any of his mom’s culinary skills. his mom always teased how he was better with a hockey stick than a butcher’s knife. “oh boy, i think i might be getting more than i bargained for now that i’m thinking about it,” he joked as he followed her to the kitchen, allowing her to take the lead on their mission to make lasagna. “are you sure we have all of the ingredients?” the male seemed to think for a moment, but the expression on his face didn’t budge, keeping a smile firmly planted there as he looked over at her. he still couldn’t believe how he lucked out on getting the sweetest roommate ever. 

[carsonstcne]

📱new text to: jon!

carson: hey! i got your number from a friend, but you do flowers, right?

carson: i'm carson, suite 308. i need some flowers to apologize to someone.

carson: what kind do you think are the best for that sort of thing?

[carsonstcne]

“um, ruby, would you teach me how to cook?” it was one simple sentence, but it was something that was very difficult for carson stone to ask. when he had cooked before, he was very confident in his abilities. well, perhaps not very confident, but he figured he could at least cook something. yet despite putting all his heart and soul into it, from the reactions of everyone who ate it, even though they told him it was good, he knew it was not. not at all. he appreciated the lie at the time, but he really wanted to cook something that was… y’know… edible. and he knew that ruby was good at all kind of things, so she could help, right? and then in the end, he could finally make something for ruby to thank her for all she’s done for him. “it doesn’t have to be anything fancy, really, just something that’s easy. like grilled cheese or maybe some spaghetti.” // @r-bygrxxves​

[zaneholtzwrites]

Wolfgang Novogratz in The Last Summer (2019)

[carsonstcne]

tag drop for carson!