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jake-carson-mitchell:

He’d never really had pressure from his parents—after all his siblings had graduated and excelled in their own fields, the expectation seemed to be that as long as he didn’t commit arson or anything that’d embarrass the family, they didn’t give a crap what he did with his life. Ry didn’t look particularly happy with the situation he was in, though. Probably a lot on those broad shoulders, as usual. Jake clapped a hand on one. “Hey, well. That sounds… intense. You make any time to just hang out? We should, if you have it. Get you to relax a little bit, remember life’s short and all that. Missed you, bro.” Surprising himself, he realized as he said it that it was true—he had missed Ryan, though it felt like a lifetime ago. He had no idea how the other had changed, but knew he had.

ryan doesn't really make time to do anything, besides catching a few extra minutes at the rink and maybe hang out at marcus' apartment for team bonding --if that counted as relaxing. It probably didn't, but he's never been conventional in his means of stress relieving. it just feels really good to hammer some pucks at a net sometimes.

he doesn't say this though, just nods along with jake. jake hadn't been a bad friend besides --well-- besides the whole falling out of touch thing. but it wouldn't be hard to fall back into the easy arms of old friendship, maybe. people change after all, even if they don't see it in themselves. personally, he's probably just gotten more stressed out.

" yeah, for sure, man. hard to fit it all in sometimes. " he pauses, trying to recall his schedule from the last time he brought it up on his laptop. from what he remembers, it had been more colored blocks than white space. " um ---might have to get back to you on that though? i can't really remember my next free chunk, and i gotta study for this quiz right now ---uh--- here. " he digs around in his back pockets. there's a puck in one (what is that doing there?), but from the other he pulls his phone.

#c; jake

marcusdubois:

he’s always found it easy to love at team. and this team’s his family, not so much in blood, but in sweat and pain and shared exhilaration ( shared loss ) god, marcus would never change it for anything. he took the C here his sophomore year, but he didn’t need it to lead. to care. radley isn’t his first gig, far from it, and he remembers exactly how it feels to be the rookie in the room, the fresh-faced freshman saddled with hope ( and expectation, so much expectation ). any way he can help –he’s there.

ryan glasser is no different in that manner.

being the last to leave the dressing room is nothing new for him either. and marcus loiters by the bathrooms, prodding at a growing bruise high on his cheekbone from a stray puck. when he returns to the stalls, quiet, shadowy, he sees ryan stretching, and a smile quirks at his mouth. “ ’s alright, ryan. ” he sits in the stall next to him without invite –he doesn’t need one. “ something on your mind? ”

marcus sits beside him, and ryan can't help but straighten his spine a little more; shoulders back and squared. it's normal to want to impress, and ryan's here to make an impression, to be liked, and to climb the ranking charts to the draft and not be forgotten as an endnote.

there's something else though, beyond the huge, grand scheme of things --something about marcus that sends his blood pumping and makes him want to do anything but disappoint. ryan doesn't mind it, relishes it almost. still, he doesn't quite look the captain in the eyes, focuses instead on the smudge of red fading to the blue of a bruise.

" yeah. yeah, all's good, cap." he gives a small smile of his own, legs stretched out again before him to work out the tightness there. " it's--- " ryan hesitates, unsure --but marcus has never been anything but sincere. nothing but a model captain and loving teammate. " --it's just so much, right? almost ---overwhelming. " his gaze is fixed on his lap now, fingers fidgeting with the ties of his shorts. the more he thinks about it, the more pressing it becomes --how his passes haven’t been connecting, how it’s not as easy as it should to pick the top shelf, the quiz he’s going to fail tomorrow... he sucks in a deep breath to calm himself ( it doesn’t work ).

#c; marcus #MARCUS COMFORT YOUR ROOKIE DAMMIT

jason-todds

#&&;; don't let anyone take that smile off your face

jake-carson-mitchell:

Ryan looks pretty much the same—taller, more muscles, but the face is the same deer-in-headlights look—even though Jake can’t count really when the last time they saw each other was. Four, five years back? And he knows full well that he hasn’t changed much, either, except for getting way taller. He still stands, and gives the guy a smile, offering a hand/bro-hug. “The one and only. How the hell are you? What’re you doing at Radley?”

life has been a roller coaster ride, and ryan’s nowhere near the end of the track. there’s the draft, the dream, the show --and yet. he’s always had a pretty good memory, and he’s always had a loyal streak in him. one doesn’t necessarily forget their childhood best friend, but ryan wasn’t one to dwell on the past either. when he smiles, it’s hardly fake, takes what’s offered to him and doesn’t remember the last time he bro-hugged jake mitchell before packing his bags for ann arbor. “ i’m --uh-- good. just-- ” he steps back a little, waves a hand vaguely. “ --here, you know. hockey, pre-med. the parentals, always wanted the best and i guess the pre-med program at BU didn’t do it for them. ”

#c; jake

isadorameyers:

At the start of every new school term Isadora always felt more optimistic about things, like there was a new energy rushing through her veins, She couldn’t wait to get started on the curriculum, mainly because she thoroughly enjoyed her area of study. There was something about being on a stage that just made her feel like..home for the lack of a better word. All of her things were in her room for her to unpack but she was taking a roam around campus first. She zoned out into her thoughts for a second and didn’t realize someone walking towards her, “Hey do you need some help?”

he pauses at a crosswalk, trying to shift one gear bag over his shoulder more firmly, large bundle of sticks tossed over the same shoulder. there’s another bag at his side. he is not struggling in the slightest, thank you very much. and like, fuck this shit. ryan totally gets the whole rookie thing, totally gets the whole freshman newbie getting bossed around thing, but this is just ridiculous. he definitely does not deserve having to carry half the gear from the bus to the equipment room. but he’s taking it all in stride --mostly. he’s more worried about how he’s going to scan his ID to get into the rink, but he decided he’d just worry about that when ( if ) he got there in one piece.

the girl is an unexpected factor in all this, but ryan musters a smile at her. “ nah, man. i got this ---though you got a minute? i’m gunna need someone to swipe my ID so i don’t have to dump all the crap on the ground. ”

#c; isodora #hey there!!#i'm buf #this is ryan #unfortunate freshman on the hockey team #paying his Dues

kai-eastaughffe

Jake happened to glance up from his textbook—some girls were making a racket nearby, but none of them remotely caught his interest, so he was ready to continue trying to study enzymology, even with the distraction. But as he looked, someone walked by the table, and for a moment he was taken back. “Hey… Sticks? Oy,” he sat up straighter, surer of his assessment. “Ryan?”

@rglasser

rglasser-blog

Over a month into the semester and Ryan's already struggling with his workload, necessary sleep schedule, and playing the game he loves so much. He's got a meager forty minutes before he's got to be at practice and that better be enough to cram all the knowledge for the BIO 121 quiz tomorrow on... whatever. He almost doesn't take notice of the voice, wouldn't have being so caught up in a whirlwind of stress, but he hasn't been called 'Sticks' since... since, well, before the team. He stops, twisting in the direction of the voice. It's not exactly difficult to recognize the youthful face of Jake Mitchell. Still---- fate's a real funny thing. " ----Jake?"

#c; jake #i guess i lied #working that good good mobile magic

i think jack over there.... showed me up... but... here’s an intro thing lol.

RYAN GLASSER? Oh yeah, I heard about him. The one that looks like CODY CHRISTIAN, right? I know they're in their first year and they're taking BIOLOGY with a minor in KINESIOLOGY. Rumor has it they're also LOYAL yet IMPRESSIONABLE. I guess we'll have to wait and see what they're capable of. (BUF / SHE/HER / 19 / EST ) - extracurricular: hockey

#radley: intro #buf's stuff - ooc

he’s the last left in the dressing room, stuffing his pads back into his bag and taking his sweet time leaving. it’d been one of the tougher practices, the kind that made the legs burn and promised futures from gallons of sweat and gritted teeth. ryan stretches out his feet before him, reaches forward for his toes ( only ends up grazing his fingertips against his ankles ). some cross between a groan and sigh escapes as the position pulls at rapidly tightening hamstrings.

ryan turns his head to one side to ease at a kink in his neck and oh is that. oh. he pops quickly back up to a sitting position. “ oh, didn’t know ya’d still be--” well no, that’s not quite true. marcus dubois is the captain for a reason, and ryan’s only been here a few weeks, be he already knows that marcus is damn good at wearing the c. he ducks his head, goes back to shoving gear into his bag. “ --i was just leaving. ”

@marcusdubois

#c; marcus #oop this got long