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AnasAbdin
$LAYYYTER
#extradirty
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@wild-andprecious
get you wild, make you leave
Macklin Celebrini/Will Smith, 8k, E
Mack seemed to live in the gap between what had actually happened and what he’d wanted to happen, and the gap had no address, and he couldn’t stop going there.
(or: Mack turns twenty)
the final rule of being a sports fan is BELIEVE IN MIRACLES
hockey will have u thinking shit like "i wish i was born a boy" <- in a gender envy way
mack (in the bathroom of a restaurant tipsy off 2 rick approved espresso martinis and 1 unapproved hit of aidens vape): noo its just, like, another day man it doesnt even maaatterrr like this is so embarrassing they made the waitress bring out a (wet cough/hiccup) cake and everything its sooo weird. will isnt that weird . will
will (not paying attention, talking to “jacob” “fowler” offscreen): who is josh hart
sam dickinson sitting at the table next to michael misa: RJ did you see that jonesy from fortnite died
Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch (trans. Gregory Rabassa)
[Text ID: “As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard.”]
My first year campus room, 2001
19 20 year old hockey superstar
Happy 20th Birthday Macklin: Celebrini Media Availability Edition [part 1]
billylatsphotos Will Smith & Jacob Fowler Offseason Skate
i’m normal (x)
boy why are u so sharkie
love my hockey mutuals. occasionally poetry snippets or kafka quotes will cross my dash tagged "san jose sharks" and i have to think well i didn't watch it so who am i to judge. maybe franz kafka did write that about the san jose sharks
requested by anon
damn i wish u guys could read this fic i haven't written and this fic i haven't finished writing and this fic i'm putting off outlining and this fic i outlined but haven't started and this fic i'll never write and this other fic i haven't written and this fic that exists only in vague impressions in my head that fall apart every time i try to commit them to the page and th
mikey misa on the phone to dicky: should i bring my white, cream or eggshell golf shoes to vancouver. or just be safe and bring all three
dicky: im bringing my nerf gun. and 500 things. bullets whatever. youre dead is the point
mikey: do you think macklin might. maybe i dunno. smile at me this time?
dicky suddenly heartfelt lowering the nerf gun: yeah. totally mis, he will for sure. he just didnt know you before. we’re all buddies now
macklin in the grouse grind parking lot pulling his too teeny shorts from his asscrack: oh my god aiden—AIDEN hit the gas GO that kid saw us im not getting out again [pulling the strings of his hoodie until it curls around his face, slinking deeper in the passenger seat] go go go dont roll down the window no! fuck you fuck you—hey whats up dude. you want a pic? yeah of course no problem. thanks bye…. [rolling the window up] fuck you fuck off. GO just go
will in lexington holding rigneys front paws making him dance to pharrells “happy”: mom look at this
Look at him grow :]
