one day, i’ll walk through a room
and not search for shadows.
i’ll sit in the sunlight
and not mistake it for a warning.
one day, sadness will pass me by
like a stranger on the street—
and i won’t even turn around
to see where it went.
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one day, i’ll walk through a room
and not search for shadows.
i’ll sit in the sunlight
and not mistake it for a warning.
one day, sadness will pass me by
like a stranger on the street—
and i won’t even turn around
to see where it went.
one day, i’ll walk through a room
and not search for shadows.
i’ll sit in the sunlight
and not mistake it for a warning.
one day, sadness will pass me by
like a stranger on the street—
and i won’t even turn around
to see where it went.
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it. it ends in 50 years…..horse is fucking eternal
Let’s keep the post circulating for 50 years it’ll be great when we’re all in the old folks home
How the hell did they do this
crossfaded somewhere between "there has to be more to life than this" and "every mundane thing is beautiful when you're with people you love"
Way down the line, when they're leading Ottawa to another Stanley Cup, Ilya gets slammed too too hard by some eager new player. He's knocked unconscious and Shane practically flies from the box to the ice, watching as the EMTs intervene and carry him out on a stretcher.
Yuna goes in the ambulance with Ilya — Shane can't get out of his skates fast enough to run over in time, so he drives a few minutes behind them — and she calls Shane to keep him updated. It's fine, it's all fine, Ilya is already semi conscious and talking to them both. Shane's mind goes to all of the worst places anyway.
They lose service when they get in the elevator, but Yuna still sends out a text message with the room number. Shane speeds faster and then bolts through the hospital.
When he finally sees Ilya, minutes later, already in a blue hospital gown and connected to an IV but conscious and beaming up at him, Shane breaks into tears.
"Don't cry, solnyshko," Ilya says. "Come here," he holds out the hand that's free from the needles and Shane takes it.
"I have something important to ask you," Ilya tells him. It suddenly feels so serious. Shane's heart drops.
"Will you come to my cottage this summer?" Ilya says in a sing-songy voice, using his best Canadian accent. "Don't go to Russia. Come to my house, we'll have so much fun..."
Shane laughs. "You remember that?"
"Every fucking word."
you seem avoidant for a girl who’s so hungry to experience the full breadth of human connection
Happy Death Day, Mother Goose!
welcome home, son
I'm sorry, you expect me to believe that Hangman intentionally played Slow Ride, and then walked up to Rooster with that cocky little smirk, and they haven't fucked at least once in the past? You're insane
yes shane not realising people are flirting with him but also shane not realising that HE is flirting with men he finds attractive shane who naturally flutters his big brown sparkly eyes more often whenever hes talking to a big strong handsome man shane who automatically tilts his head slightly down so his gaze is directed upwards shane whose voice turns soft and buttery while he’s delivering smooth jabs and quick compliments shane whose mouth quips into a glint of teeth and scratches the back of his neck so his bicep strains against the cuff of his t shirt shane who says ‘yeah you’d like that?’ without thinking and hums round and airy ‘mhmm’ in acknowledgement shane insisting ‘i was NOT flirting with him.’ when ilya brings it up later and ilya shrugs and says ‘you cannot help it…you’re super gay…i don’t mind, im the only one that makes you nervous’ and grins wickedly while shane blushes and makes a sound in the back of his throat as ilya descends upon him
shane (a little tipsy) being cornered by a few fans at a bar one night and they ask him what’s the best thing about coming out, expecting him to say something motivating like self-expression and liberation and shane just goes
“i don’t know, probably that i can have ilya’s photos on my phone now :).”
and the whole of non bigot hockey twt just fucking crash out and montreal metros and crowell gets burned at the stake
These tags are my fave
"we deserve sunshine"
but not this much please I take it back
And your insides turn a syrupy golden and then they're caramel brown and then they're a crystallized rainbow and you're all of these wonderful things at once, you're so full of these wonderful things all at once; your soul is bursting out of your ribcage and it's all because of them.
They remind you your soul is too big for your boy but perfect for your mind, that you're so beautiful nothing can contain you.
They remind you what love is.
Hangster never really defined themselves like they never had a "will you be my boyfriend moment" they always just were. Like they started hooking up and then they never stopped and then their hoodies were at each other's places and they were at each other's places so much and then they kind of just moved in together. it wasn't a big grand thing it was slow and consistent and reliable and they always knew where the other person was they moved together like they'd been together forever; like their souls had been dancing since they could walk.
and then they randomly get married one day and its not a big thing either its just the next logical step and they love each other so so much but they have to learn to be loud about they have to learn to let themselves love each other. Loving the other was like breathing but sometimes expressing that love felt like dying to them but they couldn't stop loving each other so they learned to die with each other too.
They make sense in the way that their souls fit together like the perfect puzzle. They of course are still assholes to eachother and all that jazz and they're loud and pull each other's pigtails and are competitive as fuck but the soul the meat of their relationship is so fucking just. They're there, they just are like no big grand declarations just steady hands, steady hearts, and steady souls.