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Claire Keane
Cosmic Funnies

Love Begins

pixel skylines

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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todays bird
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
trying on a metaphor
noise dept.

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Discoholic 🪩
Keni
we're not kids anymore.

Kaledo Art
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I wrote a fic
Oh yes color pencil dex
Pov: you are looking down at some nurseydex out of the tree in the front yard of the haus.
I need a nurseydex scene like this. They need to be chilling at a kegster laughing at jokes and looking at stars. No arguing. No fights. Just fluff. Let's make it happen guys
(No leaves)
On April 8 we celebrate the death of Margaret Thatcher, and remember all the lives she destroyed.
Happy Margaret Thatcher Death Day to all who celebrate!
okayyyy but did u end up writing ur nhl bitty fic bc im thirsty for content and thatd be so sexy of u (if yes link plz) (if no and its sitting in ur drafts can i see the crumbs friend😔 ill take what i can get i am a man crawling away from the water in the desert on my hands and knees towards ur fic instead DESPERATE i tell u) (the ao3 nhl bitty tag needs to become big and juicy like fruit in the spring, i am wishing u, much like that fruit a fruitful time writing, no pressure i promise, i am grateful to ur thoughts and little blurb✨✨✨)
It lowkey died in the drafts. I really really want to pick it back up though. Come talk to me about it and motivate me. But here’s two snippets.
The first one is from during a game:
Suddenly Bitty is pulled away by his collar and slammed against the side of the goal. Alexei, someone who has never said a bad thing about him, is cussing Bitty out in Russian. And he takes it not wanting to get into a fight.
But that’s not good enough for Kent who is fired up. He throws his gloves before getting between them pushing Alexei back. He only gets a few punches in before the two of them are pulled apart. Kent’s jaw is already starting to turn red from where Alexei decked him. He turns to Jack ready for round two. The only thing stopping him is his teammate holding him back. “You want to play captain? Get your defenseman in line so he doesn’t kill my rookie.”
And if Kent wasn’t hauled off for a penalty Jack would have found himself in his first NHL fight.
Kent’s rookie? Jack’s boyfriend.
With Alexei in the box for five and Kent for two the game must go on. That means a face-off. Jack’s nerves are more shaken than Bitty’s as they stare each other down.
Shaken enough that the Aces get the puck.
And around they go as both sides turn the puck over. Eventually Kent is back on the ice and the Aces end the game with a power play where they score one more goal.
Everyone returns to the locker room cheering that they won when they should have lost. The first few games are a time of miracles and absurdity before everyone gets serious about playing proper hockey.
“Do you have any plans tonight?” Kent peels off his shorts throwing them to the side. If he’s quick enough maybe ESPN won’t dare interview him naked.
“I was going to go out with Jack and Alexei, but that looks like a bad idea now.”
“New lesson for you. What happens on the ice and your relationships with people off the ice should be separate. Half the people at my wedding tried to maim me on the ice. The other half were figure skaters.”
And the other snippet is sadder:
Eric ignores him as he picks at his own food and opens Instagram back up to finish looking at Kent’s post. After the first picture is a screenshot of the notes app that reads, “A History Of My Experience As A Gay Hockey Player.” Afterward are two photos of Kent and Jack. They look happy and in love. Eric should feel some type of anger but he feels sad for the young couple in the photos. Next is a picture of Vegas’s rink after a game. White stuff smears the glass and condoms are stuck in whatever it is. Next is a sign a fan made telling Kent to blow the opposing team in exchange for a win. The next two are photos of Kent and Etienne. One is them lounging by a lake. Kent is sitting on his husband’s lap. The other one is Kent wearing a Team France zip-up as he stands between Etienne and a teenage girl in a figure skating costume cheesing for the camera. The contrast between that and the last photo makes Eric’s stomach drop. It’s clearly a snapchat Kent sent to someone. He holds a thumbs-up in the selfie as he sarcastically smiles. His eye is swollen shut and his lip is busted. He captioned it, “Just got in a bar fight over my ex-boyfriend’s coming out.”
The caption on the post as a whole doesn’t make it much better. “I would like to start by saying that I am gay. Those are words I’ve been keeping close to my chest for years due to a variety of reasons. If it was wholly my choice I would have entered the NHL as a proud gay man, but I had to think about not just my own feelings but those of my ex-boyfriend. I am still very proud of him for his bravery as the first queer NHL player. I’m proud to now be the third. That does not excuse what I have gone through. My first few years in the league affirmed why players stay closeted. Closeted or out, the homophobic vitriol I have been put through due to the rumors of my queerness is unacceptable. No player should have to endure slurs such as Captain Cocksucker, have condoms thrown at them, or have mayo sprayed on the glass to look like semen. Through all this. I fell in love with an amazing man. A retired figure skater who coaches for Team France. I want to be open about my love for him, but I’m terrified of the public’s reaction. I know no one will be able to see my husband how I do, but I hope you keep an open mind and closed mouth. After Jack’s coming out and a surge of homophobia in Vegas I knew changes needed to be made to the culture surrounding our hockey community. Enough changes have been made and I feel comfortable sharing this piece of my life. Much love, your Aces captain Kent Parson”
The comments are vile. The most homophobic stuff people could come up with to throw at Kent.
all yall make jokes about couples and their nonromantic third wheel having fun together, but im the one getting treated to food tonight by the couple im nonromantically third wheeling. you wish you were me
reunited
speedpaint is on my twitter @ inkursaa for those interested :>
I will be shipping Ryan with Taylor’s roommate
wine husbands
i wanna be tied tied tied to your apron strings
for @bucksbeagle 3k | rated E | read on ao3 Buck knows, okay. He doesn’t quite understand it, but he knows. Something about him in an apron turns Eddie into some kind of crazed sex fiend, desperate for Buck’s attention the way Buck usually feels desperate for his. Usually, it’s kind of a problem. Like when Buck’s trying to cook dinner at the station and Eddie keeps trying to convince him to sneak up to the roof. Or when Buck has thirty-six cupcakes to bake for the Robotics Club spring fundraiser and Eddie starts tugging at his apron strings and kissing his neck until Buck is forced to banish him from the kitchen until he can behave. or, the Apron Buck fic
Buck is slicing potatoes when he hears the front door open and then close again.
“In the kitchen!” he calls out, the tingly warmth of knowing Eddie’s home mixing pleasantly with the anticipation that’s been thrumming in his chest since the minute he left.
It’s been a bit of a hectic week, shifts running over and various errands and appointments piling up in a way that’s left Eddie and Buck too exhausted, too stressed, and just too busy for the kind of playful, indulgent sex they’ve gotten used to over the past nine months.
Not that they haven’t been getting off at all—they’ve had plenty of mutually satisfying orgasms in the past week. Just nothing…special.
That changes tonight. They’ve got the house to themselves, Eddie having just dropped Chris off with his friends for a concert. He’ll be out until curfew—that is if he doesn’t wheedle Eddie into letting him crash at Dylan’s afterward.
Which means Buck has at least five and a half hours to torture Eddie all he wants. He’s chosen his attire fittingly: the light pink Kiss the Cook apron Eddie had gotten him last Christmas. And nothing else.
Buck knows, okay. He doesn’t quite understand it, but he knows. Something about him in an apron turns Eddie into some kind of crazed sex fiend, desperate for Buck’s attention the way Buck usually feels desperate for his.
Usually, it’s kind of a problem. Like when Buck’s trying to cook dinner at the station and Eddie keeps trying to convince him to sneak up to the roof. Or when Buck has thirty-six cupcakes to bake for the Robotics Club spring fundraiser and Eddie starts tugging at his apron strings and kissing his neck until Buck is forced to banish him from the kitchen until he can behave.
Tonight, though. Tonight, Buck is flipping the script. Tonight, Buck is using Eddie’s weakness to get exactly what he wants.
(keep reading on ao3)
dr mcsassy pants
Shen is from Boston right? Here’s my list of head cannons about him.
He went to Harvard because it’s an Ivy League and it’s a good school. Really he just wanted to be close to his parents. He’s a mommas boy (but in a good level headed way.)
His parents aren’t doctors but lawyers. They grew up in an expensive part of Boston.
The reason he’s so chill is because he’s the oldest of five. If he freaks the rest start freaking and soon the whole house is in turmoil.
He played lacrosse growing up and some hockey but mostly lacrosse.
He always asks off for the beanpot. It’s nonnegotiable.
He did cry when Marchand was traded. Everyone was very confused but Langdon understood. Also made fun of him a lot over it.
His Dunkin’ is a caramel iced coffee. Nothing too fancy.
Old school glove save!
a heart made fullmetal 🦾💕💥
I’ll believe in Anything by Wolf Parade swells to a crusendo as New York Admirals captain Scott Hunter kisses his boyfriend at center ice.
Hey. I don’t know if anyone is interested but I wrote an essay on masculinity and why there are no openly gay NHL players
guys if we have nurseydex canon in 2026 you will never be able to shut me up. we’ll be so back. it’s never been so back