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@brandtsclarke hi Ari, here is the video from those Sean Walker gifs from the other day. It’s actually a split screen thing between him and Cale Makar. Enjoy. x

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A Ryan Lindgren birthday surprise!

Hello Taylor, Happy Birthday!! I had all these ideas of what I could write for you for your birthday and this is what I settled on. I really hope it isn’t both written terribly or makes you uncomfortable. I didn’t start actually trying to write some real smut until last week when Will Borgen fucking opened pandora’s box within me. Anyways, I hope you like this and if it seems like you ghostwrote this, you probably did. I’ve been reading what you’ve written a lot lately and yeah, I’m still kinda shy about writing smut but I hope this is interesting enough. (You don’t have to publish this, I just really wanted to gift you something from my own brain!)

Thank you for all your amazing writing and all the time you spend talking to people here, you’re the best!!

This is broken into 3 separate parts of the day.

 Birthday Morning: Ryan Lindgren wakes you up by eating you out. Your first thought is well alright, happy birthday to me. But Ryan Lindgren is also a little shit and each time your orgasm nears, and he can tell, he stops. Full stop. Your first reaction is seriously what the fuck? And he just has a shit-eating grin before waiting it out and going again. By the time you’ve had 5 orgasms ruined he’s standing up to leave. You’re like ok no, what is going on? And he’s like I played hockey at Minnesota and you just roll your eyes, don’t remind me. And he asks how many orgasms did I just ruin. You just stare at him like 5 and how many championships does Minnesota’s hockey team have? And you’re like “I don’t know how the fuck am I supposed to kn–”

“5”, he says and laughs. He follows it up by being a dick, “You also had 0 orgasms– as many titles as St. Cloud.” and walks out to make you breakfast and you lay there like “wow Ryan Lindgren really went out of his way to let me murder him for my birthday.”

Birthday Lunch: After he makes you a nice breakfast because he’s not gonna be a full-fledged asshole on your special day, he could totally do it though. He takes you out and treats you to a nice afternoon out followed by some lunch. So, you return back to your place after lunch. It was a nice afternoon out and you’re a little tired but Ryan has other plans. He takes you back to the bedroom and just says 14. “Oh fuck, 14? 14 what?” “14 appearances,” he says, “St. Cloud State has 14 tournament appearances.” He’s like so confusing because when did this shit get a brain and become a fucking historian but whatever. He decides then to bend you over and makes you count. It’s a lot that he just rubs his hands all over your ass and then smacks each side until he gets to 14. He doesn’t hold back but doesn’t go overboard. It’s right where you want it and you’re just like “holy shit, this fucker.” He lays you down and ties you up. “I still remember the worst fucking game I played in.” You’re laying there in anticipation but your ass is still stinging so you’re just gonna let him talk. “My first season at Minnesota– against St. Cloud. These fuckers came back down by 4 and won.” and you just couldn’t help yourself. “Maybe you should’ve played better defense” and the way his eyes darkened could just send you. “6-5 was the final score.” Again who the fuck gave this guy a brain. “And that makes 11.” Your brain is done processing all this fucking math like just fuck me already. “That’s how many times I’m gonna make you cum.” Your only response is “fucking finally.” But because of that attitude again. He fingers you and edges you once waiting 6 minutes in between. He then goes back and does it again then edges you for 5 minutes. He won’t untie you still. But he gets you to 11 when all is said and done. Using a mixture of all that you enjoy and since you’re so on fire about the way he’s going about this it doesn’t take long.

Birthday Night: You go out to a nice dinner where Ryan pampers you and gives you nice little gifts. The food is delicious and it’s overall a calm and wonderful evening. He still has one more gift for you. “You can do whatever you want to me,” he whispers it to you in the middle of dinner and your head spins around looking for the waiter like check, please! You start thinking of what exactly you can do to him. What exactly do you want to do to him? You know this is rare because someone like him just would not want to give up any sort of power but for you and your birthday, he decides to go for it. Maybe just to dip his toes in the water. 

So when you arrive back at your place you push him onto the bed and head to your closet. He knows, the look in his eyes is full of absolute regret when he sees you pull out a St. Cloud jersey. “Put this on, I’m gonna ride you while you’re wearing this.” But before you do, you have to get revenge on this fucker. So you’re teasing him, full-on in your mouth but you’re just still the entire time and he’s gonna fucking pull his hair out, the stuffing in the pillow, something. So you’re like ok that’s enough– or is it? You get him there, almost there and then you get back up and just say “37.” and Ryan’s eyes are just wide and he’s like “37 what?” 37 appearances, “Minnesota has made 37 tournament appearances.” Ryan’s just thinking is she really going to do this? “You should’ve made none but that’s beside the point.” You tie him up now and set a timer on your phone for 37 minutes and that’s how long you’re teasing him and messing with all of his senses. You’re like minutes in and his resolve is starting to chip away. You think to yourself that maybe you’d like to do this to him again. 37 excruciating minutes later you still don’t let him cum and he’s a fucking mess. The sight of Ryan Fucking Lindgren at your mercy is beautiful. So you finish the night by riding him in that St. Cloud jersey and it is glorious. Definitely end the night thinking best birthday ever.

 (Okay so you are a GODDESS for this. Also “and you just couldn’t help yourself. ‘Maybe you should’ve played better defense’” I’M DYING. If that isn’t me I don’t know what is 😂 god above this would be SO GREAT)

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Big Blue Waves - Mikey Eyssimont

W/N: Oh hi, let me introduce you to one of my emotional support St. Cloud State alumni. Mikey Eyssimont, who currently plays for the LA Kings AHL affiliate, the Ontario Reign. Fun fact: I love him. that’s all. I’ve been trying to just write things whether anyone reads them or not bc I really enjoy putting these ideas down instead of keeping them in my head.

Inspiration: This song “Killing time in Hawaii” by The Money Pit, this quote, and this quote and his insta.

Summary: Mikey makes a pact with you that you both have one year to reach your goals with a sweet reward for your hard work if you make it.

Word count: 1640

Warnings: None. It’s just general fluff, but there are mentions of stress, anger, and a slight emotional breakdown and some cursing.

Image credit: his insta linked above

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“We’ll meet up again in a year and see where we ended up.” your boyfriend Mikey said to you as he sat on a stool hunched over the island with a beer in hand.

“Why are you saying that like I’m moving away or something, dumbass.” you shook your head with furrowed brows standing across from him in the kitchen. “Are you-- are you breaking up with me? You sarcastically exclaimed. “Fuck-- no,” he responded looking up at you with fear in his eyes. “I mean it like we’ll compare notes.” you let out a laugh followed by apologetic eyes. “You sound like a nerd.” was all you could get out and Mikey ignored you.

You and Mikey weren’t struggling. He was playing in the AHL as a part of the Ontario Reign and you were finishing your last year of college. You were both happy but you wanted more and you knew Mikey did too. You dreamed of getting a job in your career field so you wouldn’t have to stay at your office job and your boyfriend wanted to play in the NHL. It was simple really but things wouldn’t just magically change without any effort. You both knew that which is why in a frustrated fit Mikey had a proposal. You two had a year to do as much as possible to move up in your respected fields, to chase those dreams and reach them-- or at least get closer to them. The reward would be a trip to Hawaii. Just the two of you, reflecting on the past year together.

“You know that means we have to save up, right? Was your response to his plans. “And one of us has not only a beachfront apartment but is also terrible at saving money,” you added reminding him of all the trips he and his teammates have taken over the past 3 years, they were practically regulars at all the vineyards across central California. Mikey finally looked up at you and let out a soft chuckle, "I wouldn't say beachfront more like beach adjacent. You let out a laugh. “plus, I'm not that bad with money.” and you knew neither one of you believed him.

So that’s what you two did. You dove into your senior year of college with a few goals in mind: get good grades, find an internship or job opportunity, and pick up new skills that would help you stand out on applications. Mikey's goals were pretty simple. He wanted to focus on working out and come into training camp stronger, keep his health in check, and cut back on trips with his teammates in order to save money.

Mikey was super supportive on your first day of school, reminding you that you were totally capable of kicking ass in school. But it wasn't always easy. You went through periods of not being able to see each other. Your essays lining up back to back while he trained more often. And when training camp started well, the communication began to fall.

You missed him, having barely any time to see him let alone attend his games, more than anything you wanted some time with him without having to think of school, or recommendation letters, or your future.

One afternoon after practice you arrived at his apartment as a surprise. Wine and food in hand. You wanted a nice night inside with your favorite person. After texting Mikey to let him know you were at his place he didn't respond.

It wasn't like him, he always sent an emoji here, an "ok" there, and even though it annoyed you, you always let it go because at least it was a response.

You saw him walking to his building and made your way to him hoping to not scare him.

"Hey, Mikey!" You called after him, trying to catch up.

He stopped and turned to you with his fingers wrapped tightly around his keys. 

"What are you doing here?" He asked, irritated. You were taken aback by his tone.

"I wanted to surprise you with dinner-- didn't you get my text?"

“No.” he swiftly turned around and made his way up to the apartment where you followed him up the steps.

"Why the fuck are you ignoring me?"

You yelled as he opened the door.

"We haven't seen each other in weeks and this is how you greet me?" There was an edge to your voice that caused Mikey to look up at you. 

"I got cut from the fucking roster today Y/N." He clenched his jaw and lowered his eyes.

"I'm starting the season back in Ontario." He polished the statement by throwing his keys against the wall.

Your eyes softened as you stood there frozen.

"Baby" you dropped the items you'd been carrying and made your way towards him. "Baby, look at me." You picked his chin up to meet his eyes. "I know this sucks. I know this feels like a setback." His eyes fell again and you resorted to holding his hands in yours. "But you've been here before and you've bounced back. You've worked so hard this summer and you deserve to take any opportunity to get better. You still have this season to get called up."

"I know-- it's just" you cut him off and placed a kiss to his forehead.

"Your time will come, Eyss. I promise."

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Mikey was having a great season in Ontario quickly surpassing his goal and points totals from the previous two years in the first half of the season. You finished the fall with straight A's and secured an internship for the spring. Things were looking up for you both by the time the end of winter rolled around.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You yelled and it caused Mikey to jerk awake on the couch next to you. You had found some time to hang out with him and even go to a few games during your break before school started up again.

"What the fuck happened?" He asked while rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"One of the classes I need-- a required class-- one that I need to graduate was just canceled." You threw yourself against the couch. Frustration building up within you.

"Mikey, please say something."

"I really want pizza right now." You were about to raise your voice at him when he moved closer to you to wrap you in a hug.

" Babe it’s ok. You know, this isn't the end. It's just a bump in the road. Your school will figure it out soon enough." He spoke matter-of-factly placing a kiss to the back of your hands.

As you two enjoyed your favorite pizza later that night, laughing and talking about memes you enjoyed you felt a little at ease. Your school sent a follow-up email. They were scrambling to find a new professor and if they couldn't, another class could be taken to fulfill the requirement. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. 

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By March, the realization that your college career would be over was starting to set in. You had struggled in one of your classes. Not being able to get the material and it was the biggest form of stress. Spending another night calculating how you'd pass the class without sacrificing your GPA caused an emotional breakdown. You were exhausted from another night of essay writing and research. Your internship was great and you loved the hands on experience but having to leave your stable office job for a temporary paid internship always caused financial stress you didn’t want to trouble Mikey with. On top of that, you hadn’t been to one of his games in months. Mikey had been called up for a few games, making his NHL debut on the road but was then sent back down when his injured teammate returned. Sometimes it felt like you couldn’t catch a break, like the world was against you. You finished another cup of coffee hoping to wrap up your latest 10 page paper hoping in some sense that you and Mikey could brave this storm.

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The wind was blowing lightly against your skin as you settled in your seat. The sun was scorching but the shaded patio area was comfortable enough. With wine in hand you watched the waves crash against the sand in the distance. Mikey walked back to the table while you finished up.

"You ready to go?" He asked, extending his hand out to wrap with yours as you headed towards the beach.

You two walked on the sand until you were close enough to watch the waves. Even with the ruckus of families talking and kids playing around you, you both sat down on the sand. Taking in the past year of your lives.

"So, is this the part where we compare notes?" You asked jokingly.

Mikey chuckled and stared off into the distance. You admired the way his curls popped out from under his sun hat. He swore up and down you both needed to wear one to protect yourselves from the sun. You loved the way his sun-kissed skin glowed, how he wore his Hawaiian shirt completely opened, fearing the hideous tan he'd get if you didn't remind him to just fully take it off. After some silence, Mikey finally spoke.

"I can't believe we're here." 

You laughed softly. "Seriously, Mikey, we made it. You have a fucking NHL contract, babe." 

"And you have a college degree and a job lined up." 

Your smile was contagious and Mikey's mouth curved into a smile to mirror yours. As you drank in his brown eyes you held back tears.

"Michael, where are we going next year?" you asked, turning to watch the waves hitting the shoreline again and again.

"Anywhere."

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the only good thing about being unbelievably sad and going through yet another existential crisis™️ is the fact I may finally get around to finishing this Jeff Skinner fic. Maybe even get through all the angsty parts of this Cal fic I'm still trying to chip away at. We'll see.

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in which a captaincy is earned

This is 13,262 words of pure, unadulterated filth. DeAngelo and Lemieux have been replaced by Brady Skjei and Kevin Hayes. Ryan McDonagh makes an appearance. Kaapo Kakko is too young and Vinni Lettieri is filling in for him. Lias Andersson is back.

Credit to @christinealexandra​ and @thesmutpeasant​ for brilliant and dirty ideas, and the rest of the GC for being enablers. 

Anon, I have done nothing but write this for the last 1.5 days so thank you for ruining my whole life and two pairs of panties.

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Chris knows.

The moment he gets the call from Quinn, congratulating him on becoming the captain for the 2020-21 season, he knows what comes next. There’s one thing he has to do before he calls back and tells him to stitch the letter on his jersey. He remembers the night Ryan McDonagh got the C. He knows the reason Zucc never took it, even though it was offered.

The tradition apparently dates back decades: everyone who wants to be the captain has to prove their loyalty by offering up their girl to the rest of the team. Chris had told you about it ages ago; both of you had honestly been turned on by the idea. Chris and Mika knew it would be one of them, so you had readied yourself for the eventuality.

There’s no way to do this in the locker room, no matter how ceremonial that would feel– there needs to be a bed. You can’t do it in the comfort of the bedroom you share with Chris– there’s not enough room. So Chris shells out the money for an enormous hotel suite; the party, after all, is on him.

In the bedroom of the suite, you conceal yourself away until they arrive. You hear their voices in the other room: the loud laugh of Kevin Hayes, who came back from Philly in a trade for DeAngelo and a pick. There’s Brady Skjei, who’d re-entered the Rangers fold when the front office dealt Lemieux and McKegg to Carolina. Lias Andersson, who intends to stay with the organization now, after the rough patch, chats with Mika. The only one who won’t be here tonight is Kaapo Kakko, who is both too young and too shy for this; he’s designated a replacement, someone from Hartford, Chris told you, and you couldn’t help joking about the AHL call-up. As the other room fills with more and more voices, you become more and more impatient. You run over the rules in your head; they don’t have to fuck you if they don’t want to, but they have to at least come on you. You’re allowing them access to any part of your body; you’re letting them fuck you wherever they want to. You have a safe word, and they will stop immediately if they hear it.

You take inventory of the room again: the king bed, covered in a protective pad, because Chris knows how much you squirt. The armchair, upholstered in blue velvet, that Chris will sit in. Next to the armchair, a round table, mahogany and glass, holding a bowl with every player’s number inside of it. A long table against the wall: towels, bottles of water, lube. A small refrigerator, brushed metal. Inside, you know there are things for you, moscato and truffles and water. Chris will take good care of you, you know, because he always does, and you know he’s especially thinking about that tonight. He has heat packs and ice packs. He has a towel warmer in your bathroom. He knows this will take a toll on you.

You sit on the edge of the bed, waiting. You aren’t wearing anything. You’re already ready for them. Your toes dig into the soft carpet. Only one of these men about to possess your body has ever been inside you before: Mika. The exploratory threesomes have been recent, the last two months or so, and Mika has been excellent about keeping them a secret. You wonder if he’ll betray that tonight, just by the way he knows your body. You wonder what he’ll do without deferring to someone else’s authority.

You get up, cross the room, push aside the chiffon curtains, look out over the skyline. You’re higher than anyone else tonight; no one can see you. No one will see you until Chris opens the door and lets them all in.

A text lights up your phone. Get in bed, Chris says. We’re coming in. I love you. You’re going to do great.

You shut off your phone and a thrill runs through you: anticipation. You’re wet already. You lie down, propping yourself up against a pillow, and wonder who will be first.

Chris leads them in. You lock eyes with Ryan Lindgren first, who is staring at you so hungrily you think he might implode if #55 is not the first small white card pulled from that bowl. They all surround you. Igor licks his lips and leans over to Artemi; you hear the speech, you don’t understand the words. Artemi grins. Kevin is wearing shorts that betray the fact that he got hard at the sight of you. For his sake, you hope his number is drawn early.

Chris sits. He puts his hand in the bowl. You press your lips together.

Stromer, he says.

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Can we please stop treating the desire for loving and genuine relationships with other people as a weakness we need to get over? It's not wrong or bad to want people to care about you, to pay attention to you, to accept you. Having those desires is not a character flaw you need to work on, it's a natural and very normal part of being human.

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“Love is so painful, how could you ever wish it on anybody? And love is so essential, how could you ever stand in its way?” - David Levithan, Two Boys Kissing

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It’s extremely important to realize that you were beautiful before someone noticed and you’ll remain beautiful in their absence.

Your beauty is not subjected to who values you for it.

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and here you are, continuing on, despite how hard it’s been

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Positive - Nolan Patrick (M)

Words - 2809

Nolan Patrick x Reader

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, impregnation kink, mentions of miscarriage

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something soft for nolan please I miss him sooooooo much

Don’t worry, I’m soft for him too, and I miss him a lot. I was looking forward to seeing him play bc I got tickets to see the Flyers play the Ducks this Sunday, but I’m glad he’s off taking care of himself. I prefer him taking care of himself than playing before he’s ready.

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no that’s not a picture, its a gif

so, its like, 2 am on a Saturday night, and you’re pretty much asleep when you get a call from your boyfriend

you were about to say some not very nice things to him for waking you up when you hear how tired he sounds

“Babe? Can you come over here? I miss you…”

you sigh, knowing he was going through a lot at the moment

“Okay. I’ll be over as soon as I can”

“Thank you. I love you”

“I love you”

you hang up and roll out of bed, putting on some comfortable clothes and grabbing your wallet before leaving the house

you drive the distance over to Nolan’s apartment, the nice person at the front desk recognizing you from all the times you have been over

you make your way up to his apartment, where you let yourself in with the key he had given you on your last birthday

Nolan is nowhere to be found when you walk in, so you make your way back to the bedroom, dropping your wallet and keys off on the table

when you get there, you see he’s curled up under the duvet, clutching one of the pillows tightly in his arms

you can see there are dark circles under his eyes, so you knew he must have been tired

“babe?” you get his attention quietly, and his eyes snap up to you

he puts the pillow back on the other side of the mattress and picks up the duvet to let you crawl in next to him

without hesitation, he curls up into you, resting his head in the crook of your neck, holding you tightly around your waist

“Babe, what’s up?” you ask him with a concerned tone

“I just…missed you”

“Nolan, I know you. Something’s on your mind. You can tell me” you start running your hands through his hair comfortingly

“I had…I had a nightmare…which sounds so childish when I say it out loud”

“It’s not childish. It clearly made you really upset, and that’s understandable with nightmares. Do you want to talk about it?”

“I had lost everything…my job…my team…you…all gone in seconds…because I wasn’t good enough for any of it…and I can’t help but feel my dream was right…” you heard him mumble

“Nolan, your dream is wrong. You are good enough, even when you don’t feel like it. I know it’s scary, with everything going on. But you will always have me. I know there’s not much I can say to make you feel better. You know how I get when I spiral. It’s the same thing. But I want you to know, you are worth everything to me and more.”

you felt him breathe deeply against your neck, and you know he was getting a bit emotional talking about all of this

“Its okay to not be okay, babe. I know there’s not much I can do, but for right now, I’m just gonna stay right here. I’m not leaving until you feel better”

“Thank you”

“I know you would do the same for me. That’s what we do, babe. I love you, so much”

you heard him sniffle and bring you in tighter, and you continued to run your hands through his hair gently

if you had been told that you would be cuddling your giant 6 ft 2 boyfriend at some time after 2 am, you probably wouldn’t have believed it

however, you knew he needed you there, and for him, you’d move heaven and earth to make it better

you woke up the next morning, still in the same position as the night before

you looked carefully down at Nolan, seeing he was still fast asleep in your arms, just as close as he had been that night

you gazed at him as you let him rest, knowing he needed this sleep more than anything

“I love you, so much” you whispered, leaving a kiss on his forehead

without missing a beat, you could feel him leave a soft kiss on your neck in his sleep, causing you to smile

even when he was fast asleep, he still made sure that you felt just as loved as you made him feel

you began to hum one of his favorite songs, once again running your hands through his hair like he loved so much

“You’re my favorite” you can hear him mumble groggily, finally waking up from his deep sleep

“You’re my favorite too, Nols” you kissed his forehead again

the two of you stayed curled up underneath the blankets, just being present with each other

intimate moments like that were the ones you wanted to savor forever, because they reminded you that what the two of you had was real, and that meant everything and more to you two

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Figure You Out - Nolan Patrick

W/N: Here’s my first shot at writing that I’m willing to share publicly. I was inspired by a list of prompts I found some time ago and one stuck out to me and I sort of ran with it.  I’m posting this here just to start off and I might move over to a writing sideblog, haven’t decided just yet. Also, a shoutout to @tansthemans and @zinka8 for holding my hand over the weekend while I tried to figure out how to find the original draft of this story. I never did. And also to @tkachukme​ for also holding my hand while I wrote this and giving me feedback I appreciate it!

Summary: You and Nolan attend a wedding.

Inspiration: “Why try to force it? If we’re truly soulmates, it’ll happen.” this quote and this song. 

Writing inspo: 1 2 3 4 5

Word count: 1512

Warnings: none.

“Babe, we’re gonna be late.” you heard Nolan speak to you from outside of the bathroom door. “Just a sec.,” you said back. You stood in the mirror putting on the finishing touches to your outfit. Your cousin Bella was getting married and you and Nolan had flown in from Philly for the special occasion. Nolan made his way into the living room of your parent’s house. Everyone else had left to lend a helping hand with the reception and festivities. You had helped out from the moment you arrived so you gave yourself this time to spend with Nolan without wedding distractions. You made your way into the living room where Nolan was sitting. “Alright, let’s get going,” you spoke behind him while you struggled to put on your earring. Nolan jumped up and took one look at you. His expression softened as he took you in. He wrapped his arms around you engulfing you in your favorite type of hug. “I’m going to have the prettiest date there.” he spoke quietly into your hair. You laughed and pulled yourself away to grab your bag and keys. “Ok loverboy, let’s go.”

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Cal Petersen gets a new puppy // via instagram