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Which of the heros would be most likely to be accused of being a performative male (basically a guy who pretends to enjoy stuff like feminist literature and matcha while hating period cramps)
Lúcio
Mizuki
Hanzo
Lifeweaver
Baptiste
Mauga
Wuyang
Genji
Cassidy
Emre
Hazard
Someone else I didn’t mention/im bald/results
Piratejet I love you but WHAT WAS THAT💔
Update was so bad (at least for me) that I had to do something
Legal experts called President Biden's announcement that the 28th Amendment was officially law "cynical and irrelevant" as well as "an embar
RE: my last post, god, can you imagine, giving over your entire life to following someone because you just believe in them and what they want to do in the world that much…and then that person, who you think so highly of, who you looked up to from your deathbed and offered everything you have, earlier that same year…tells you that you have saved them, and you owe them nothing.
no wonder she bursts into tears
This is in addition to my DP rant from last night, feel free to ban me from the tag at this point 🤣
WHATEVER LIFE THROWS AT YOU – m. tkachuk
authors note: oh no, not me potentially starting another series while i have a whole bunch of other things to write!!!! but seriously, this is just something i’ve had sitting in my wattpad drafts for like a year [originally it was going to be a baseball fic, but like eh.] i haven’t decided whether or not i wanted to make this a full on fic, but like– i guess that’s why i’m doing this preview thing– to get everyone’s thoughts on it. oh well, here’s a horribly written summary and a small sneak peek!!! [also, matty would be 25 in this fic!!! just for time sake!!!]
| SNEAK PEEK |
SUMMARY: It’s been 8 years since Caroline Marsh watched Matthew Tkachuk pack up his old ‘96 dodge ram and drive away from their hometown. It’s been 8 years since she watched him chase his dream, all while leaving her behind to pick up the pieces. It’s been 8 years since her biggest kept secret, came to be. It’s been 8 years since life shot its biggest knuckle puck at her, changing her life forever at a time when she thought she had it all. And here he was...back in their small hometown. No longer the 17-year-old boy who she had loved more than anything, but a man who had accomplished one of his childhood dreams...and had unknowingly accomplished the other, 8 years earlier– becoming a father. There will always be a piece of her heart that belongs to Matthew Tkachuk, but she’s not the same girl he left behind all those years ago. A lot can change in 8 years, but maybe it’s true what they say. What’s mean to be...will always find a way.
[I SUCK AT WRITING SUMMARIES, BUT HERE’S A LIL EXCERPT OKAY BYE]
Her heart was pounding against her chest, aching with every beat. It was almost as if it was desperately trying to break through it’s confinements to jump and run across the floor to the one thing that had stopped it.
She had to be seeing things. It couldn’t be real, not after all this time..right?
It’s been 8 years.
So much can change in 8 years.
So much has changed in 8 years.
People can change in 8 years. They get older and grow out of the ways they carried themselves in the years prior. So it’s completely possible that this was just a false alarm– that since this moment was something that she’d been thinking of as a “what if” situation for the past near-decade...maybe her brain was just tricking her.
Like during a shoot out, luring the goalie out with no chance of recovery with a dangler and then scooting it right by him into the wide open goal– a game winner.
And yet here she was, standing dead-still in the grocery store where the milk and eggs section met with the cheese and packaged school lunches that Ethan loved so much.
Ethan. Oh God, what about Ethan?
Her brain was screaming at her body to move out of view, but her feet were like two cement blocks only sinking her further into the abyss that was about to be a total shit-show situation.
He picked up a pack of cold cut turkey and her brain started to ransack her memories, a million and a half springing up at the simple sight.
Their picnics in that old abandoned field.
How in elementary school he’d always make her laugh by biting three holes into his turkey slice and hold it up to his face– two eyes and a mouth, a smiley face.
“Caroline? Is that you?”
She was so lost in the moment that she hadn’t even been able to register his movement towards her. She wasn’t seeing things. This wasn’t her brain pulling a cruel false alarm on her.
This was real. He was here– life’s knuckle puck to her...and it’s a goal.
She’d never forget that voice or those eyes.
After all, they were the same eyes that her son has. Well, technically...his son has.
HAHAHA YEAH SO THAT’S IT!!!! IDK IF IT’LL TURN INTO ANYTHING BC IDK IF IT’LL WORK, BUT THAT’S THE GIST OF IT. IF THIS FLOPS, YOU NEVER SAW IT!!!! :)
10% to finish The Legacy and I never thought I'd say this, but THANK FUCK this book is almost over, so now I can pretend it never existed and keep going with my life, and that's the tea for the day
