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[ezrapoundinthetardis-blog]

Diane di Prima

[nightlament]

ursula k. le guin, the lathe of heaven

[helenish]

FILED AWAY 4 LATER

This is very important background information for what I imagine will happen when Connor McDavid goes to the Olympics DETERMINED to finally have a reckless meaningless HOOK UP with the hottest guy he can find who looks at him in blatant disbelief when Connor follows him into a bathroom at a bar but doesn't exactly say no thanks when Connor extracts an Olympic rings-branded condom from his pocket and gets down on his knees. The guy's German and an alpine skier or maybe one of those guys that shoots guns after cross country skiing for miles; Connor's not too clear on it because the guy barely speaks English and they're not, uh, exactly spending a lot of time talking (if you know what I mean) and it's dumb and risky and exciting and hot--and THEN it turns out the guy plays for the German hockey team because of course he does and even though Connor makes startled eye-contact at warm ups and then catches an edge and falls on his ass in front of the entire world, Canada eliminates Germany and they have raw, ugly, sweaty sex on one of those terrible scratchy convention hall couches that's shoved in a storage room somewhere, his German's hair falling into his face and his hands holding Connor's wrists and Connor thinks it's over then, except they can't stay away from each other, and the last night before they have to go home they fuck once last time, tender and wordless, kissing like it's the end of the world, both of them understanding that it could have been something, they could have really been something to each other--

and then Connor has to get back on the plane knowing it's fucking over, it's really over this time, and he's not going to get to feel like that again, empty, almost sick with heartache. Leon comes down the aisle and asks if Connor minds if he sits with him, a little brusque, like it doesn't matter to him either way, but he hasn't been sitting next to Connor since they agreed it was probably better if they just stopped sleeping together and Connor stopped going over to Leon's after games and Leon stopped knocking on his hotel door and slipping inside and Connor folded up all the clothes Leon kept at his house and put them in a bag and handed them over after practice and they didn't let it get in the way of what was really important and it was fine, it was really fine.

"okay," Connor says.

They share a car home from the airport.

[postoperation]

here are the hockey rpf fics i wrote for the new years friendship treat exchange!

save the date

[hockey rpf, erik johnson/gabe landeskog, 1.3k, t, for @ohtemporas]

After the game, once Erik has spoken to the media, showered, and pulled his suit on over his damp skin, he texts Gabe: Why didnt you give me your flight info?

after-action

[hockey rpf, sasha barkov/matthew tkachuk, 1.4k, 1, for blindmadness]

When Matthew limps out of medical, bruised across half of his body, arm in a sling, he’s only thinking about two things — collapsing into his own bed, and finding Sasha.

[helenish]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men’s Hockey RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leon Draisaitl/Matthew Tkachuk Summary: “Best you ever had,” Matthew said once, because he was a dick.

This started as the shortest story ever, as follows:

“We should make a sex tape,” Matthew says.

“No,” Leon says.

(the end)

[helenish]

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

Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: Men’s Hockey RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid Summary: “Maybe I don’t want my dick sucked,” Connor said reflexively, as Leon racked the barbell with a clatter, heaved a breath, a half laugh, and said, “Speak for yourself.”

ALSO the summary of this story, because, yes, I CAN imagine

[swedishgoaliemafia]

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

*shows up years late like a raccoon dragging in the garbage it's been playing in*

behold.

[breakmystrings]

(fwiw the only idea i have even the slightest amount of confidence in myself writing is quite a bit more fucked up than this BUT i do have this more palatable idea to share at minimum)

Ok hear me out… let’s have a magic system that requires mental and physical strength, a magic that has a cost. Powers are earned by exercising them like a muscle, and displays of power are terrifying because /magic drains you/. The original 6 teams are particularly conservative with their magic; only captains are allowed to shoulder the burden of dealing with curses & charms (more modern franchises let the As share, but even still it’s taboo to talk about). So:

Curse-breaking takes effort, but it’s something Mitch had only ever half-witnessed. He’d seen JT try each of the previous seasons, last season especially– had seen how even his quiet steadiness had started to fray around the edges when the playoffs hit.

The exhaustion after each game hadn’t looked quite right for it to be purely physical– JT would slump into his chair on the flights back to Toronto, giving a weary smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Mitch didn’t comment on how JT used the wall for support as he showered off, just put his head down and skated harder. 

Maybe that should’ve been a sign that actually breaking the Leafs’ playoffs curse would’ve been something to be aware of, but here’s the thing about breaking a curse during an away game: it doesn’t hit right away. They celebrate, of course. Mitch gets far, far too wasted and is a clinging, affectionate mess at JT’s side all night. JT is pretty far gone himself– he’s earnest, serious in a way that makes Mitch’s heart ache when he tells Mitch he did it for him, that he’s so happy he came home to Toronto and found something even better than he could’ve imagined waiting for him. It’s worth it, he says over and over again, and Mitch is thinking he’s finally talking about the bone-deep tiredness he’s seen in all playoffs prior.

(JT braces himself for his first step onto the ground of Toronto, but it still hits him like a ton of bricks.) It forces a gasp out of him, knees nearly buckling, and Mitch doesn’t realize that what’s wrong is magical until he’s in front of JT and sees his eyes (bright blue, unfocused, nearly glowing). He’s feverish, heart racing. He needs a place to channel it to, and all he can see is Mitch in front of him, saying something he can’t hear over the ringing in his ears.

(in my opinion, 1691 has sex about it after this? Magical sex.)

[breakmystrings]

!!!!!!!! So so so soooooooo good!!!! I love it!

Submitted by @xpyjamas

(I have no clue how post submissions work so hopefully didn’t fuck this up 😅)

[breakmystrings]

Any thoughts on mitch acting a little impulsively w hookups after a breakup? I just think he deserves to be able to act a little spiteful & get a little praise/attention considering he has so many guys showing interest— if he’s going to be single there’s no reason for him not to take advantage of that

Mitch is a serial, long-term dater. He jumps from relationship to relationship to relationship, but they're always serious and he's always optimistic that they're going to be "the one".

So, when Mitch breaks up with his latest boyfriend after six months of dating, it's Willy's idea for Mitch to take a break. Mitch thought he was going to say he should find time for himself or something corny like that, but instead, Willy says, "It'd be a waste for you to get tied down before you go through a proper slutty phase."

Can't really argue that that logic.

So that's what Mitch does.

He hooks up randomly on the road when they stay the night. He hooks up with guys on the opposing teams after a good win. He sleeps his way through the all stars game and god, to tell young him that one day he's going to not only get to share the ice with all of his hockey heroes, he gets to touch some of their dicks too! And it's awesome too.

One thing he's surprised at is the number of dates he's had to turn down. He's having fun hooking up, but he does crave the intimacy that comes with a longer-term relationship. That's where the team steps in the fill the gap, so Mitch gets to have the best of both worlds.

(Auston tries not to think about how he never made it on the list of hook-up candidates for Mitch, but that's a different story 🤭)

[swedishgoaliemafia]

Ooh Kevin and Timo 5+1 abo?

“Dude, what the fuck was that?” he hissed, turning around so that he could get right back in Timo’s face.

“What was what?” Timo blinked guilelessly, eyes wide and innocent in a way that Timo Meier likely hadn’t been since he was a newborn.

“You know what! You just, just – just cockblocking me, man!” he whispered, eyes darting around to make sure nobody was listening to them.

Timo cocked his head to the side, like the confused puppy that he wasn’t.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just checking up on my friend, who was accepting drinks from strangers in a bar. You can never be too careful, right?”

He smirked in the confident way of alphas everywhere, like he was God’s gift to the world and they were all lucky just to be able to experience his presence. Timo never had trouble picking up omegas, or anyone that he wanted, not with looks like that.  He was the classic, prototype alpha: big, tall, debonair, stupidly handsome. He could be a model if he wasn’t so good at hockey.

Nobody would ever describe Timo Meier as “comfortably average,” because there was nothing average about him.

[swedishgoaliemafia]

Kevin and Timo 5+1 abo i'm curious

So this fic started because I'm fascinated by the role of betas in an abo AU. I could write a thesis on it but basically there is a trend where characters are made betas when they are intended solely as some form of support character, usually a mediator or sidekick. Older characters, especially elderly ones, are often made betas because people want to make them sexless generic supports (think Alfred in Batman fics, guy is made a beta almost every time). Betas are the "rational" ones, but are also almost always ignored by the alpha/omega mains, to the point that in a fandom that may have competing ships, the author will often make any regular romantic rivals into betas to basically take them out of the running so that the readers won't want to ship them in that context. (Basically, if character A is often shipped with either B or C, and you're writing a fic with A/C, you're probably going to write character B as the beta so that they aren't viewed as a viable romantic choice while still keeping them as a close friend and confidante to A.)

All of this is to say, I wanted to write a fic about what a beta would feel like in a relationship with an alpha or omega. And in this particular story, we have Kevin, a beta who has had negative experiences trying to date alphas in the past and has sworn them off, and Timo, the alpha who is desperately trying to use all of the tricks an alpha can use to flirt with him and show his interest....but none of them work, because Kevin can't read his pheromones, and he was never taught alpha courting rituals (because why would you teach those to a beta?). Miscommunication ensues.

So basically, it's 5 Times Timo Tried (and Failed) to Flirt with Kevin, and 1 Time Kevin Flirted Back.

[helenish]

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

Fandom: Men’s Hockey RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leon Draisaitl/Matthew Tkachuk Summary: Stupid, stupid to fuck a guy on another team, a guy you were supposed to hate, stupid to fuck a guy as elite and recognizable as Leon, just shit for brains dumbfuck stupid, Matthew told himself a hundred times.

[perfectfeelings]

“May flowers grow in the saddest parts of you.”

— Zainab Aamir

[himbos-on-ice]

poor tbear is gonna have to pretend to be a functioning member of the team (and not a bisexual disaster) while working with roman josi everyday. pray for him.

[fresh-penguin]

Being a bisexual disaster IS being a functioning member of this team

[swedishgoaliemafia]

(blood)lust

@pinkrhinoceros​ sent me a stupid werewolf meme and I wrote a stupider werewolf fic about it. idk if it’s canon to the series in any capacity but it is canon to my heart.

Anyways, here’s a James Neal werewolf fic I wrote while handing out candy to trick-or-treaters. It was super festive and appropriate. Happy Halloween!

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The gun was heavy in his hands.  People said that they were heavy, but James had thought that after years of playing hockey every day, his wrists wouldn’t ache so much when he tried to level the gun at his target.

Maybe the weight was from the silver bullets inside of it.

“I’m…I’m so sorry,” he whispered, barely able to scrape the words off of his tongue.  He licked his lips, tasting the salt of the tears that had been pouring down his cheeks for minutes now, ever since he’d actually been faced with what he’d been asked to do.

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[fanforthefics]

The bachelor au with sidgeno, bennguin or kidline. Idc about the pairing ur I'm starving for headcanons 👏

1) “Next, Tyler Seguin,” the producer says, flipping to the next slide as the team flips over to the next page of their packet, “He’ll probably be good for some drama.” 

Jamie studies the picture, the stats–6′1, as good looking as all the rest of them, a bartender in Boston. Loves dogs, hockey, and having a good time. He’s grinning in the picture, smirking a little. He looks like every other ex-athlete fuckboy Jamie’s seen come and go over his seasons as a producer on the Bachelor and Bachelorette. 

“Are we thinking villain edit?” another producer asks. Jamie doesn’t have seniority to say it, but he’s already thinking the no as the producer says, 

“No, unless things change. Just some excitement–add some chaos in.” 

Jamie agrees. He’s gotten to be a decent judge of character, or at least figuring out who’s going to be the kind of person who’s insufferable to the producers and always ordering them around and thinking that they’re there to serve the contestants, and who isn’t. Tyler Seguin looks like many things, but there’s no malice in those laughing brown eyes. 

“And next,” the producer goes on, and Jamie flips the page, quickly. So Seguin’s got pretty eyes. He’s seen plenty of pretty eyes come and go. 

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[logarithmicpanda]

Anyone else has like... The inability to form habits?

Like normal people, they repeat something daily for a couple weeks and it sticks. They might miss a day here or there, but the overall habit is formed.

Me? I can push myself to do the same task daily for 8 months, forget one day, and it's gone. I realize 3 weeks later that i have not done it a single time since.

[naamahdarling]

ADHD mood.

[tavaresfucker]

title: peace will come (no other homeland but you) author: coastalhighway pairings: ryan graves/dougie hamilton, jack hughes/nico hischier tags: alternate universe - regency, arranged marriage, found family, grief/mourning, epistolary, light dom/sub summary: Dougie has met Ryan Graves once before, at a ball at the palace two years before Nico was crowned king. They’d been introduced, said about four words to each other, and Dougie had excused himself with haste to go ensure that Nico wasn’t ruining his own reputation with the second-eldest Hughes boy - which, of course, he’d ended up doing anyway.

Now, he doesn’t look much different than Dougie remembers. He’s as handsome as his most recent portrait implies and then some, all pale skin and sharp bone structure and dark hair and light eyes. He looks nervous, but he’s well dressed, his gray coat embroidered with a light blue thread that matches his shirt. His cheeks are flushed, and Dougie wonders if that’s normal, or an effect of the nerves.

He is beautiful, Dougie thinks. He wasn’t wrong in remembering that.

(or: an arrangement, a promise kept, and finding a home at the end of it all.)

playlist / taylor’s version