all casual

lord help me I'm still fixating on trc. 18+. this is a sideblog.

[cheeeryos]

THE SPECIAL SAUCE

How hockey’s most thrilling trio discovered magic together on their way to capturing the holy grail

by Caroline Stern, ESPN

RICHMOND, VIRGINIA – 1,270 combined goals. 1,643 assists. Five Hart Memorial trophies and four Stanley Cups over 19 years. The numbers alone paint a picture of one of the most productive and exciting lines the hockey world has ever seen. In sports, though, as in life, nothing truly great can last forever. All three members of the infamous Ley Line—left wing Richard Gansey, center Adam Parrish, and right wing Ronan Lynch—announced their simultaneous retirement at the end of the season, leaving the rest of us to wonder: where do we go from here?

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written for @thelace in thanks for your generous donation for @fandomtrumpshate 2024 💙

[thelace]

[donkeyparalyzed]

[writeouswriter]

My followers: And is this “writing” you’ve been “working on” in the room with us right now?

[flightspathfic]

It's a great day to read don't want no other shade of blue but you by @thelace, per author's notes the premise sounds tough but it's so well-written and in character. amazing, heartbreaking, tender ending, and scene V with Marisol is my faveeeeeee.

[thelace]

Me rn

[thotpockettm]

having gay feelings about guard dog subs. people that nobody would fuck with in everyday life because they can obviously handle themselves. who speak up for their people. relied upon, tough, sometimes maybe mean. this very like. traditional self-reliant masc role. but at the end of the day, no matter how soft their dom is, whether they're taller than them, stronger than them, whatever, they'll be begging at their feet. begging to be hurt and ordered around, letting their dom choose if they cum. subs who demonstrate exactly how true it is that D/s is not about physical or social power but about finding someone you're willing to give control to.

[fanficmemes]

Oh so ur a writer?? Prove it. Drop the last sentence of ur wip in the tags

[picapicae]

Ronan basically nixes this the moment it comes up in TRB but I choose to believe he grew out his potentially magnificent beard at least once just to annoy Gansey.

[thelace]

Maggie deleted this scene because when she read it back she realized how much Gansey’s desire to bend Ronan over the pool table was coming through

[thelace]

The reason so many dom Ronan truthing pynchies dislike ronsey is because ronsey is proof that Ronan is a—[gets sniped]

[volkarlot]

For my dearest friend~ @alonewithabook

(It looks better once you click it, I promise)

[behindtheatlantic]

If anyone else read Summer Sons and thought hmm this book needs PWP fanfic written for it... I have written one here 🥰

[hyliantomatoes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

And then Adam looks at him, a voracious hunger painted over his face, and the fight bleeds out of Gansey completely. This—all the fire, all the bitter and the sweetness—is what he really came for.

After all, no one on Earth can make him feel quite as red-hot as Adam Parrish can.

Gansey copes with dying and misses Adam Parrish, in that order.

Merry Christmas @flitwickslittlebrotha ❤️

[diveforzelda]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

merry cozy christmas @eljaleo 🛌 🎄💓

He was growing used to this, mornings with the two of them, soft and warm. Jordan pushes her fingertips gently back into Declan’s hair, a light and repeated motion he never used to think he liked. She takes a deep and steady breath next to him, which reminds him to breathe deeply, too. He shifts to fit their legs together, sheets warm underneath him, blankets positioned just so.

He feels as though he could melt, if he wanted to. It would be safe. He’s learning about rest. He says, “Okay.”

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or, three times declan stays in bed.

[thelace]

on this winter's night with you

Summary: In his dream, his father was alive, his voice booming and electric. His mother was awake and vital, smiling the smile reserved for Niall’s tales. In his dream his parents, Matthew, even Declan…they were happy. Happy and carefree, chatting back and forth in front of the Christmas tree, mugs full of coffee or hot cocoa – maybe with a splash of something else, maybe not – gripped in their hands.

Gansey was there as well.

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Ronan's first Christmas after Niall's death.

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For @ghostsies! Merry Christmas Alex! ❤️

[galetops]

exchange fic: a very joey kavinkmas

merry soupmas to @xenogl0ssia! i’ve briefly overcome my school burnout and written a silly little christmas dream pack gen fic for you, i hope you enjoy it. merry shitscram <3

Keep reading

[sleepy-skittles]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Fandom: Summer Sons - Lee Mandelo Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Andrew Blur/Eddie Fulton/Sam Halse, Andrew Blur/Eddie Fulton, Eddie Fulton/Sam Halse, Andrew Blur/Sam Halse Characters: Andrew Blur, Sam Halse, Riley Sowell, Ethan Jung

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pre-Canon, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Threesome - M/M/M, Developing Relationship, Canon-typical Alcohol Consumption, Possessive Behavior, (But horny about it), Marking, Haunting, First Time, Street Racing, Hand Jobs, Loosely D/s Vibes, Blow Jobs, Nipple Play, Andrew Blur Is Intensely Horny, Sexual Tension, Praise Kink, Friends to Lovers

Summary:

The list of things Andrew and Eddie fight about is small, but Eddie telling Andrew not to come down to Vanderbilt is high on the list.

Andrew finds himself parked outside Eddie’s house in Tennessee, anyway.

Merry Christmas to @soundslikepenance ❤️❤️❤️

[transmanarmand]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Merry Christmas Souptuals exchange 😍😍😍

Happy holidays @papika I hope you enjoy this ronsey!! Please forgive me, I've never written them before. Ronsey collaring fic 😌

He tries not to stare at Ronan but he can't stop himself. He blinks, trying to banish the image away, but it doesn't dissipate. He has no choice but to confront the conflicted emotions caused by the sight of his best friend at Kavinsky's feet.

Gansey seethes.

"Joseph,” he replies stiffly