#feat. dal

[shadycatlove]

Temo di Aver Ingoiato Tanti di Quei Rospi che tra Loro deve Esserci Finito pure IL PRINCIPE AZZURRO

[lizzy019]

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎'𝓇𝑒 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 "𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈" 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒜 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃!

Dom!Dallas Winston x Plus-size Fem!Reader x Sub!Johnny Cade

cw -> insecurities, polyamorous relationship, slight somnophilia, squ¡rt¡ng :))

Word Count -> 1.5K

Did you know in the late 50s and early 60s, being more weighty was actually the beauty standard because it showed wealth?

Happily sitting on Dally’s bed with a drink in hand, you hesitantly tap at the material of the beverage with intentless energy. You were simply bored hearing Dally rant to Johnny about Sylvia, and comforting Dally wasn’t an easy feat anyway.

Johnny was skilled at it, offering an ear for him and some occasional words of encouragement and enthusiasm, but it hurt a bit to see Johnny so optimistic for his friends but never himself.

You resonated with that realization.

Your drink was placed down by your own doing, and you offered Dallas a cigarette while lighting your own. Gladly, he took it and lit it, breathing it in a sighing.

“I put in all that time for her, man. I gave her everything, just for her to bang another asshole who probably doesn’t have any more manners than I do,” He complained, looking at Johnny with a smile.

“You don’t gotta worry about that though, man. You’ll pick up a girl, most like ‘em sweet anyways.”

Johnny’s expression grew soft with glee, eyes wide in surprise as he nodded with vigor. He was excited for that, who wouldn’t be?

Seeing him all happy made you smile too, and a gentle hand came to rub his back out of kindness. Johnny’s head plopped itself to your shoulder, using it as a temporary pillow.

“Tired?” You asked softly, gently playing with his hair and resting your cheek against his head. A nod was your only reply.

“Johnny man, you’re hoggin’ her attention, you lil shit.” Dallas murmured, playfully heaving Johnny away to wrap his long arms around your body.

It was a tight, energetic hug, one that had a small pink hue flutter onto your cheeks and nose. Hugs were nice, especially when you received them from the people closest to you.

“Gotten squishy? Sweetheart, you’re so warm.” Dally murmured with a smirk, gently pulling away to squeeze the soft fat of your tummy. It always made you a bit self conscious, but Dally and Johnny were always the most supportive and loving of it.. in their own ways.

Johnny often kissed the fat on your tummy, squeezed your thick thighs and enjoyed having your weight on his lap, or the other way around. Dallas liked slapping your ass, groping your tits and pinching your muffin tops. He just liked that everything was more full on your body.

So while Johnny was cuddled at your hip, breathing in your sweet smell and kissing your neck thoughtfully whenever he got the chance, and Dallas was squeezing your breasts and holding you both near, you decided that it’d be a wonderful time to take a nap.

So while your eyes fluttered shut and everything dulled to a dark serenity of sleep, you found yourself briefly lamenting falling asleep and not being able to see your two lovelies all happy and cozy.

But a small kiss from Dally to your forehead pushed those worrisome thoughts away, and with happy intent, you drifted off to the serene solace of sleep.

Waking up to whimpers and pushes of your body, you opened your eyes to see Dally and Johnny bare in front of you on their knees, chatting hurriedly as Dally fisted his erect cock.

“Johnny man, you’re worryin’ too much. You know she won’t mind, so what’s a’matter?” Dally groaned in complaint, watching Johnny try to cover his obvious erection pushing the inside of his jeans.

“Dal, it just don’t feel right. I love her, I don’t wanna break her trust. What if she ain’t comfortable with this kinda stuff? What if she wakes up? I dunno, Dal, I don’t wanna do it.” Johnny mumbled, his hands carefully rubbing your hip as you acted asleep.

You could feel your heart swell when Johnny spoke so firmly about what he thought would do you best, and you swore that it had your clit twitching so happily, you would’ve moaned out if you weren’t so adamant on having them not wake you.

“Man, you’re such a pussy. Move, I’ll do it myself.” Dally grumbled, moving a finger to your core and gestured for Johnny to spread your legs.

His lovely boney hands grasped at your thick thighs, opening them for Dally’s entry. All while Dallas looked at your pussy suspiciously and sighed.

“Doll, we know you’re awake now. Stop fakin’, just open your eyes.” Dally groaned, slapping your ass lightly and smirking.

At those words, you chuckled lightly and opened your eyes without reticence or hesitance, smiling widely at the two of them. It was weird seeing Johnny beside you with his hands firmly holding your thighs and Dally hovering over you, a smirk on his face and an erect cock in his hand.

“G’mornin’ sweetheart. You’re gonna take my cock in this pretty pussy, yeah?” Dally murmured, smiling.

Your smile faded a little, your hand pulling the shirt on your torso down to hide your apron belly. This wasn’t expected! Johnny was in the right for that, you didn’t want it.

Johnny noticed instantly, and scooped your heavy body onto his with care. This had you smiling wide, and your hands gently held his knees.

“It won’t be that bad, sugar. I’ve got you, don’t I? Come on, we’ll do the hard part together. Lift your arms.” Johnny hummed softly, easing your worry slightly.

So with reluctance, your hands went up and Johnny’s hands gently pulled your shirt off of your body. Mortification swam through your whole soul, and Johnny was instantly satisfied with the sight of your chubby stomach all rolled up so cutely.

“That’s my pretty baby. Look atchu, so gorgeous and soft.” Johnny hummed, hugging you tight from behind as he unclipped your bra for Dally’s greedy sight.

“Cute love handles and stomach rolls, huh Dal?”

You smiled at Johnny’s praise, but Dally wasn’t adamant on doing the same. He spread your pussy lips apart and rammed his length into your core, causing a yelped moan to escape you.

“Oh, Dally! Fuck!” You cried out, your hands seizing Johnny’s knees tightly as your legs shivered in surrender.

Johnny couldn’t deny that the scene in front of him was getting to his innocent mind, but something about it was erotic. Maybe it was how loud you moaned, maybe it was how aggressive Dally was being with you, or the way your puffed out stomach jiggled whenever his hips hit yours.

Whatever it was, it had his cock fully erect in his pants, and he lightly grinded it against your rear to relieve some of the pressure from the confines of his jeans. Unfortunately, it didn’t work all that well.

“Johnny, take it out! I wanna be double penetrated, please!” You whined out, tears in your eyes from the ecstasy Dally was handing to you.

Johnny froze at your sudden request, giving you a skeptical look and thinking thoughtfully on an answer for you. While he didn’t wish to do it out of safety reasons, he wanted to see if you could handle it and how loudly you’d scream for them.

So with some hesitance, Johnny unzipped his jeans and shifted his boxer briefs down a bit to let his cock spring free and present itself to you.

With some hesitation and worry, Johnny adjusted you properly before he gently speared his cock into your walls, Dally giving a whimper at the sudden pressure before it was a combination of movements.

Dallas was mindlessly squeezing your breasts, while Johnny was working your clit. The overstimulation was making an orgasm bubble deep within your stomach, the cord of pure passion was beginning to tighten almost painfully.

Soon enough, the cord in your stomach snapped and shot out arousal fluid to Dally’s lower stomach. This had him pause entirely, causing Johnny to stop as well.

“Sweetheart, you just made a mess on me. You felt that good? Ay Johnny, man, we gotta do this more often if she reacts like this.” Dally smirked, wiping your cum from his torso before continuing his thrusts again.

Johnny nodded, moaning alongside you as he creeped up the staircase to cloud nine. Dally could feel it, the way Johnny slowed down his pace because it started feeling “too good.”

“No, you keep poundin’ her. Break this little pussy, yeah? Make her moan for us.” Dally commanded, thrusting into you a few more times before he toppled over the edge of pure congenial ecstasy.

The thrusts of Dallas rubbing against Johnny had the brown boy spurting out his seed too, moaning and whimpering until they both finally pulled out, only for a puddle of all three of yours’ cum dripping out onto the mattress below.

You were mindlessly twitching and teary-eyeing the two, eventually becoming faint from the overstimulation and pain in your uterus from the double penetration.

Luckily, they were both there, rubbing your thighs and stomach as you fell to a calm sleep.

[lllunarair]

a megastar playlist

aka what i refer to as ‘ my masterpiece. ’

originally intended to be a study on their relationship throughout the vorns, then i got sorta carried away with it.

playlisted so hard with this one that i had to separate it into the two distinct POVs and give each of them a voice.

easily the one i enjoyed the most making (and the one with the BEST songs).

⚡ — tracklist under the cut!

MEGASTAR

“ YOU DON'T KNOW THE DEVIL THEN YOU DON'T KNOW ME. „

(40 songs, 2h24)

SIDE A: Megatron

• [ost] dreamseeker — bring me the horizon

• hayloft — mother mother

• half god half devil — in this moment

• apex predator — otep

• no jesus christ — seether

• bad romance — halestorm

• insanely illegal cage fight (feat. jackson rose) — dal av

• discipline — nine inch nails

• blood, sex, violence & murder — beware of darkness

• heart-shaped box — dead sara

• run rabbit run — bexley

• you don't get me high anymore — three days grace

• bloody creature poster girl — in this moment

• judas mind — seether

• god is a weapon (feat. marilyn manson) — falling in reverse

SIDE B: Starscream

• [ost] (spi)ritual — bring me the horizon

• x — poppy

• hayloft ii — mother mother

• make me king — the haunt

• i miss the misery — halestorm

• joan of arc — in this moment

• hedonist (recharged) (feat. wargasm (uk)) — bad omens

• hellfire — fever 333

• freak (feat. yungblud) — demi lovato

• beg! — vana

• you call me a bitch like it's a bad thing — halestorm

• bad girl — sick love

• backstabber — kesha

• me against the devil — the relentless

• self-destruction — i prevail

• heavy is the crown — linkin park

• snuff — badflower

• king — lilith czar

• make me wanna die — the pretty reckless

• necessary evil (feat. jonathan davis) — motionless in white

• hit me like a man — the pretty reckless

• what do you want from me? — bad omens

• i spit on your grave — zand

• ¿ (feat. halsey) — bring me the horizon

• the drain (feat. health & swarm) — bad omens

• lonely is the muse — halsey

[tworyimroki]

"(...) Kiedy znów zawieje zimny wiatr Uwieszę się białych chmur I odfrunę, i odfrunę w dal

Ponad maluteńki staw Ponad maluteńki cichy jar Sarnie oczy, wilczy duch Ludzkie serce - przekleństwo czy skarb

Frunę teraz ponad lasy Frunę ponad każdy płot Ponad morgi, ponad lasy Ponad gwiazdy, hen daleko stąd (...)" Kwiat Jabłoni feat. Bela Komoszyńska - "Koniec Lata" ... Pencils HB and B3 on paper.

[diceriadelluntore]

Storia Di Musica #378 - The Doobie Brothers, Minute By Minute, 1978

I dischi della Rubrica di Giugno verteranno su dischi, per me molto belli, di gruppi che hanno una formazione a sei. Nella musica pop il sestetto è ancora più raro che nel jazz, però spulciando nella mia discoteca ho trovato delle belle storie da raccontare e ottimi dischi da ascoltare.

Si inizia oggi con una band che nasce, verso la fine degli anni '60, a San Francisco, dalle ceneri di band attive nella Bay Area. Il chitarrista Tom Johnston e il batterista John Hartman arrivano dal country che suonavano nei Pud (nati da un'idea di quel genio che fu Alexander Skip Spence, ex Moby Grape), a cui si aggiunge un bassista, Dave Shrogen e un altro chitarrista, Patrick Simmons, proveniente dagli Scratch. Si trovano un nuovo nome, The Doobie Brothers (con doobie che è uno slang per lo spinello) e iniziano una storia che durerà fino ad i nostri giorni, ma che nel decennio '70 li vedrà protagonisti di una scalata ai vertici, di qualità e di successo, grandiosa, attraverso alcune delle canzoni definitive degli anni '70.

Sin da subito la formazione ha dei puntellamenti: dal secondo disco, Toulouse Street (1972) entra in formazione Tiran Porter, bassista anch'egli proveniente dagli Scratch, a cui si aggiunge la seconda batteria di Michael Hossack. In questo disco, collabora il grande pianista dei Little Feat Bill Payne. Da questo punto, musicalmente, la band inizia a plasmare un suono particolare, con rimandi al soul, al gospel (soprattutto perchè, cosa piuttosto rara, tutti i musicisti sanno cantare bene) al funk che si pone a metà strada tra il grande cantautorato californiano e la musica potente del rock sudista alla Allman Brothers Band o Lynyrd Skynyrd. E sono dei grandissimi scrittori di hit, con alcune delle canzoni più belle degli anni '70: Listen To The Music (da Toulouse Street), la meravigliosa Long Train Running (uno strumentale in repertorio già da tempo dal vivo, canzone che passa spesso alla radio anche oggi), Take Me In Your Arms (cover di una hit precedente degli Isley Brothers, da Stampede, del 1975). La svolta definitiva arriva con l'ingresso in formazione di Michael McDonald, cantante e tastierista che aveva collaborato con gli Steely Dan: voce da nero su pelle bianca con gli occhi celesti, McDonald con la sue tastiere diviene il terzo centro tra Johnson e Simmons, che trovano una nuova alchimia per due dischi: Takin' It To The Streets (1976) e Livin' On The Fault Line (1977), poi Johnson se ne va, per gravi problemi di salute, e con l'ingresso in formazione in questi due dischi di Jeff Baxter, eccelso chitarrista già con gli Steely Dan, la formazione dei Doobie Brothers diviene un sestetto che nel 1978 scrive il suo capolavoro.

Minute By Minute esce nei negozi il 1 Dicembre 1978: si ridefisce il suono con un apporto più ricco e soul in tutto il disco e un'enfasi maggiore sui fiati e sul pianoforte di Michael McDonald rispetto alle chitarre di Patrick Simmons o Jeff Baxter. Che però si ritagliano il loro spazio in alcune grandi canzoni, come dimostrano la rockeggiante e tagliente Don't Stop To Watch The Wheels e Steamer Lane Breakdown dalle influenze bluegrass, a dimostrazione della loro enciclopedica ampiezza di repertorio. Quella che viene elevata a grandezza è la scelta di ritmi funky (Minute By Minute, per esempio, dallo spiccato grrove) e la voce tenorile slanciata di McDonald, che qui scrive una delle sue più grandi canzoni in What A Fool Believes, canzone che da sola vince 3 Grammy Awards. È ancora tutto molto avvincente, anche se il suo fascino non potrebbe essere più diverso dai precedenti lavori del gruppo (ad esempio, The Captain And Me, altro capolavoro del 1973). Il pubblico lo ha adorato, comprando qualcosa come tre milioni di copie, in classifica per 87 settimane e Minute By Minute vinse, oltre ai 3 per What A Fool Believes, anche il Grammy Award come Best Pop Vocal Performance by a Duo or Group , proiettando il gruppo al suo più grande successo di sempre.

Il momento grandioso della band continuerà con la sentita e fortissima esibizione ai concerti contro il nucleare No Nukes tenuti a New York nel 1979 e con One Step Closer, disco del 1980, altro successo commerciale, dove la formazione si allarga a 7 musicisti. McDonald scrive solo un brano, poi porta la band in un lungo tour di due anni che si trasforma in una sorta di lungo addio, con un disco doppio Lp dal vivo che esce nel 1983, Farewell Live. La band si riformerà molte volte, la prima nel 1989 senza McDonald con Cycles (che pur essendo un disco bruttino venderà un milione di copie ed ebbe un tour seguitissimo nelle Arene statunitensi) e con continui cambi di formazione suonano ancora oggi; una musica è bene sottolineare abbastanza lontana dal loro sofisticato e a tratti irresistibile pop degli anni d'oro, che, e succede poche volte, è perfetto da ascoltare in uno dei tanti Greatest Hits del catalogo Doobie Brothers.

[startrekprodigyfan]

Okay yeah… I binged the whole season in one day.

It was actually surprisingly easy to do so. And while that means my planned slower recaps and speculation are basically out the window, I also now just don’t have to worry about spoilers for weeks on end.

I’m still going to keep spoilers under a cut though. Even if you block key hashtags, stuff can get through, and just making the spoilers further down a text post you have to scroll past to continue browsing tumblr doesn’t help either. Hide that content behind a cut, please!

Non-spoiler thoughts:

It was so good. It was honestly more Trek than I could’ve possibly expected. And to all those early naysayers who were confused by the Protostar and where it was supposed to be in the timeline after the first episode of season 1, all of that gets answered and put into context by the end of season 2. Thank GOD! Every single plot point people brought up and thought was a “plot hole” gets filled and explained.

It’s not as emotional as the first season, but the situations and events definitely still have a lot of weight and the stakes are so high for so long too! There’s a surprising number of dark events that happen throughout the series. Way darker than even I’m used to watching the animated shows that I do. Kudos for not skimping on the peril and stakes of the mission for the sake of kids being traumatized lol

And while there is the potential for more, if we never get a season 3 this would still be an extremely satisfying ending all the same. I am very happy there aren’t any loose ends here.

Prodigy is without a doubt the most reliably consistent Star Trek show that’s ever existed. Not a single episode feels like filler. Not a single episode wastes time or characters. Even the goofy episodes have character development and callbacks later, and I genuinely don’t think there’s a single episode that I would skip or not watch again. That’s an amazing feat in and of itself, but as a Trek fan that’s just unheard of! Kudos all around!

Now for my longer spoiler thoughts under the cut:

Okay…

How the HELL did you guys make Wesley Crusher’s time traveling arc sooo good? As a TNG fan I was always annoyed with the “traveler” storylines and with Wesley’s character in general. Even as a kid I never really liked him. But this storyline makes him interesting and gives a lot of weight to his powers. He’s almost like The Doctor from Doctor Who, someone who has so much going on in his head that he’s sort of lost it.

That honestly was the biggest surprise to me. I was convinced that Hologram Janeway (and the construct) were somehow manipulating time and events because of the wormhole. Janeway would be trying to help them, while the construct was trying to stop them. That was my working theory for the start of the series. Imagine my surprise when it turns out it’s Wesley Crusher! wtf!?

I do like that he gets to reunite with his mom finally. And that he learns he has a brother.

Incidentally that’s something else I was not expecting. How MUCH of this series was going to be timeline connected to the events of Picard and Lower Decks respectively. Like, wow… they connected the Mars Shipyard explosion and the Romulan evacuation plot points that made sense for the story. Like holy crap, then FINALLY getting into Starfleet only for the shipyards to explode and Starfleet is severely crippled. I did not expect that to happen, and it’s sadly realistic too.

I still hate the Romulan evacuation storyline from Picard, but as a matter of keeping things consistent it makes sense for it here. And while I don’t like it being a canon event, it’s overall good for the consistency of “prime” trek.

I do like that Dal became a second in command. I’ve always felt like Dal was never really destined to be the captain and that he’s always been better at helping others be their best selves. So it makes sense for his character arc that he learns he doesn’t need to be in charge to make a difference and that there’s no shame in being second.

Overall I am still reeling from how much Trek happened in this season. There’s never a dull moment. Unfortunately I am not optimistic about a 3rd season. Netflix picking up a mostly completed series to broadcast on their streaming service is far FAR cheaper than paying for an entire season to be created outright. And sadly, as much as I want more Prodigy, I have a feeling it’s just not on people’s radars enough for it to do gangbuster numbers enough to convince Netflix to pick them up for a 3rd season. I hope I am proven wrong, but I will not get my desire for more season unrealistically hyped up.

I do want to rewatch the entire show now, because there were clues left in the first season that only get answered at the end of season 2. And I love closed loop time travel storylines like that! I can’t wait to go back and connect the dots knowing what I know now.

An excellent series. Probably one of Trek’s best in decades. A true love for the material and the characters and the legacy of Trek lore all rolled into an amazingly animated package.

[sentient-cloud]

The magic that seeks to create a worthy scion in Stallion Quartermane’s image is woven deeply into the world of Lemuria, creating countless ‘heroes’ in its history. Of course, all were failures, in a technical sense. No great heroes of the past managed to harness The Old One’s secrets and rise to become his ideal scion, despite the world’s best efforts. Not all even accomplished great feats and notoriety, such as the legendary He Mander. Some simply ran headfirst into danger until they couldn’t anymore.

Eileen Patrick was one of those heroes. Born and raised amidst the upper crusts of Heap, she spent her days living the life of a socialite, dressing up pretty and talking nice to her father’s friends. He was the only family she had, and in her eyes he was an admirable, hardworking man, a man who’s secretive work must surely be of great importance, importance that would one day be passed down to Eileen, hopefully. Of course, in Heap such wealth rarely comes cleanly. Eileen only found out about her father’s workings with the cities mobs and mana smuggling when it got him killed. Bitter at her father for his secretive dealings and even more bitter at the crime lords for taking him from her, she coped the only way a girl could, becoming a masked vigilante known as The Dalmino Lady.

The Dalmino Lady’s run of Heap lasted all of four years, but it was the only time Eileen Patrick felt fully alive. Running across rooftops in heels with a reckless abandon, seducing her way into criminals homes, and stealing evidence of their crimes (and perhaps a few extra things as well, certainly this necklace would be better off in the hands of that pretty waitress at the diner on the corner.) It’s also when she met Darla Blake, her closest friend and a woman she fell deeply, helplessly in love with. A hero in her own right, going my the moniker Miss Purry, the two wagered themselves a fierce duo. They were unstoppable, they could make a real difference in lives of Heap’s citizens, they were certain of it. Then a new face showed up in Heap, a man they called a Lion, and the scales tipped. Of course, Dal couldn’t have known this, and her confidence was only growing. Confidence that led to arrogance, which led to rushing in fights without a second thought to one’s lack of combat abilities, which led to bleeding out in a dark alley at the age of 24. The Dalmino lady’s Demise and Eileen’s secret identity would be spread around in newspapers and as a topic of conversation amongst gatherings of socialites, before eventually, it was forgotten. Darla retired from the hero business, and that was that for Heaps grand heroes.

Eileen’s biggest talent is her charisma, she’s, a talker, first and foremost. And seduction, well, she can charm her away around any man she pleases. Women… she stumbles her way around, it’s a lot harder when you actually care. Of course it all became a matter of business when she met Darla. Following after anyone else would be utterly unthinkable.

She enjoys a good drink, though she’ll more often than not exaggerate just how much she’s had, it makes people let their guard down, and works as a good excuse for a quick exit. While her identity as the Dalmino Lady is a close kept secret, she craves notoriety, to be known for her actions rather than just her pretty face. She’s crafted calling cards, little taunts to slip in the place of the items she steals - it’s no fun if people aren’t talking about you.

——

Eileen! My token Lemuria hero oc, she’s similarly based on a classic pulp hero, her inspiration is The Domino Lady. Miss Purry credit to @kindcolors, everyone go clap for her too, she kind of won the nonhuman w101 oc bracket a bit back.

[affectionteaming]

Harley makes up for Heiskanen’s absence in Dallas

The defenseman is at the heart of the Stars’ success, which hasn’t slowed despite the loss of their number one defender

Philippe Boucher, March 25

Although the Dallas Stars lost their number one defenseman nearly two months ago, they haven’t slowed down, and one of the reasons for their success is named Thomas Harley. 

Since Miro Heiskanen fell in battle on January 28 and underwent knee surgery, his young 23-year-old teammate has shone. Harley is second among defensemen in the NHL with 22 points (eight goals, 14 assists) in 20 games, only three fewer than a certain Cale Makar (25). The Stars have a record of 13-4-3. 

Harley does absolutely everything on the ice, quarterbacking the first powerplay unit as well as getting time on the penalty kill. His time on ice says a lot: he’s the sixth most used player in the NHL on average (25:30) since Heiskanen has been out. 

The Stars being one of my former teams, I follow them a bit more closely than others, and I am not surprised by Harley’s success. He’s been on my radar since last season when he scored 15 goals and 47 points in 79 games. 

Incidentally, Harley and I have something in common: we are two of the three defensemen in Stars/North Stars history to have scored at least 15 goals in two consecutive seasons. Harley has scored 15 goals this year and last season, while I had 16- and 19-goal seasons in 2005-06 and 2006-07, respectively. The other defenseman to have achieved this is Lou Nanne with the North Stars (21 and 15 in 1971-72 and 1972-73). 

I can’t speak for Harley, but in my case, I must attribute this accomplishment to the players around me, even if scoring 15 goals as a defenseman is no small feat. For me, defenseman Sergei Zubov was instrumental in reaching this plateau. Player depth also made a big difference, crediting Mike Modano, Bill Guerin, and Jason Arnott, just to name a few. 

Harley’s situation is similar to mine at the time. Everyone in Dallas is capable of producing, and that helps a defenseman in terms of offense, because he does not need to work with one line in particular. As soon as he jumps on the ice, he has a chance to make his mark on the scoresheet. 

And there’s also a bit of confidence playing a role in all this. Since the 4 Nations Face-Off, where Harley was an emergency replacement for Shea Theodore, who suffered an upper-body injury in Canada’s first game, he seems to be playing with great confidence.

[Video: PHI@DAL: Harley scores after only nine seconds of overtime]

Harley is one of the Stars’ many home runs at the draft in the past few years, having been selected 18th overall in 2019. 

I love the way General Manager Jim Nill has built his team in Dallas. Even without high draft picks, the Stars have managed to scout rare pearls and develop them well, for example Wyatt Johnston (23rd, 2021), Logan Stankoven (47th, 2021), and Mavrik Bourque (30th, 2020). That’s without counting Jake Oettinger (26th, 2017) and Jason Robertson (39th, 2017), who have played important roles with the team for several years now. 

Nill has also been able to negotiate good trades and attract good free agents to Dallas. His bank of young, well-equipped players has allowed him to sacrifice draft picks and Stankoven to get his hands on Mikko Rantanen on the trade deadline, a luxury that not all teams can afford. 

So it’s not surprising to see the Stars be contenders year after year. They’ve played in the Western Conference Final for the past two seasons, and could go far again this year. 

[...] [T/N: approximately a full page about Vegas? who gaf dude!!! this article used to be about Thomas Harley. we used to be a country]

I tip my hat to those in charge of assembling the leading teams in the West, like the Stars and the Golden Knights. And one can’t forget the Colorado Avalanche and the Winnipeg Jets. It’s difficult to predict what will happen in the playoffs. It’s a shame that one of these powerful teams will fall in the first round, as we head closer and closer to a confrontation between the Stars and the Avalanche. 

[lovingchrissposts]

WELLL HERE IS MY MANN

(😻screaming😻)

Anyways, I’m Dalia! But ofc anyone can call me dals!

I go to college for communications and phycology. I’m from MA with my two brothers and a little sister Macy! (She’s so adorable help. 😭) My Two brothers recently graduated from college they studied computer engineering and maths! I am polish and Czech! (Pronounced check)

I am very obviously a Chris girl if you couldn’t tell by my profile, speaking of it, my user name was inspired by @lovingmattysposts I love her stories so much and she’s genuinely such a sweet girl. LOVE U BABES!!😘😘 (go follow her rn 😼😼) oh I should probs mention I have an obsession with the cat emojis. It’s like scary.

ANYWHOOO the things I write are never too.. smutty but sometimes I go into like extreme detail causing it to be “smutty smut.” But I usually like to keep it to a minimum. I love writing small short stories (1-2 parts.) about very small, sweet, sometimes sensitive talking. Angst is something I find kinda exhilarating to read and to write which is why I love it.

If anyone request incest I’m going to non-respectfully block you because that’s #fuckingdisgusting!😼😘🥺 like.. your own brother? No ma’am. No hate to you if write it, (incredible hate towards you.) do your own thing man.. 😶😶

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Shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 songs. Tagged by @existential-settings 🥰

[irisintheafterglow]

"IRIS" - she/her/hers. 20. kiyoomi's girl. touya's partner in crime. meguru's favorite photographer.

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couldn't make it any harder - being in love with dick grayson sucks. dick grayson being in love with you? possibly worse.

you make loving fun - last time you checked, itoshi sae was terrible with children...right?

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[papesatan]

La vendetta dei bibliotecari, Tom Gauld

Dopo mesi d’ostinata insistenza, mi sono deciso ad accettare le suadenti profferte di Rayan (un piccolo genio quattordicenne, già assurto agli onori del blog per il finale alternativo della Locandiera feat. Chat Gpt) per commissionargli un robot che mi aiuti a correggere i compiti il pomeriggio. Rayan ha un talento incredibile coi computer e quando scorgo un talento non posso esimermi dal nutrirlo e vegliarlo, buon mecenate. Così l’ho invitato a cercarmi dopo gli studi, quando avrà bisogno di soldi per aprire il suo laboratorio, perché vorrei finanziarne l’attività e aiutarlo a creare ciò che ancora non ha un nome. Per tutta risposta, lui si è offerto di costruirmi un androide che mi assista nella correzione quotidiana dei compiti pomeridiani. A detta sua, l’aspetto esteriore di questo automa meccanico sarebbe simile a quello dei robottini che servono da mangiare al sushi. Parlerebbe con una qualche integrazione da Alexa o dall’assistente Google, ma la parte realmente complessa sarebbe programmarlo perché sia competente in ogni materia e sempre in grado di riconoscere un errore. Anni e anni di sempre più inquiete visioni di Topolino apprendista stregone dovrebbero avermi insegnato qualcosa, ma al momento cavalco sconsiderato la mia hybris, sognando a occhi aperti (riuscite a immaginarmi pisolante e stravaccato sulla sedia, mentre il doposcuola va a fuoco? No? Beh, nemmeno io, in effetti. Però, si potrebbe provare). Intanto il buon vecchio Chat Gpt aveva previsto vincitore e secondo posto a Sanremo con un mese di anticipo. Ora ho paura, concedetemi un po’ di paura.  

[itsarja]

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

⌦ .｡ guys, the desis are at it again… .:*♡

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x fem!Indian!Reader (Platonic!!) (Gwen, Miles and Hobie are there too)

Type: Oneshot - Fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Usage of Hindi ig? (It’s all translated dw) Some cussing, Indian-British jokes and I think that’s it

A/N: I had this in my drafts for a while and only finished it now after eating the spiciest samosa I have ever had in my life so yay :D

I know it makes more sense for Pavi to be a strictly vegetarian Hindu considering how he got his powers, but here he eats chicken and mutton because some of the spiciest Indian dishes I’ve ever tried have meat in them (COUGH COUGH LAAL MAAS)

Also uh I hc that Pavitr’s middle name is Bhim after his uncle bc yk Peter has Benjamin so he has Bhim

“How the hell are you doing this?!”

Gwen forfeited by chugging a glass of water after a bite of the biriyani, joining Miles on the couch where he was still wheezing slightly, his eyes watering and throat burning from the spice.

“They’re bloody insane, Gwendy. They’re Indian and they ‘ave a spice tolerance that could put dragons to shame. Wha’ d’ya expect?” Hobie, sprawled precariously on the edge of the sofa arm, stole a piece from the bowl of butter chicken that lay forgotten on the side, gleefully watching you two. He had done the smart thing and quit fairly early into the round, before the food actually got spicy.

You faced off from Pavitr across the coffee table, sitting cross-legged and eating a bowl of the spiciest biriyani you both had ever tasted. You could see small tears pricking the corner of his eyes. You were almost tempted to call him a coward, but you figured that wouldn’t go so well since you could feel your eyes watering too.

See, if he hadn’t challenged you to a spice-tolerance taste test contest then this wouldn’t be happening. He could’ve kept quiet while you accidentally choked on a samosa and not assumed it was from the spice level (which wasn’t even that high), but noooo. He had to make a comment about how he could take more spice than you could.

So, technically, this whole thing was his fault.

And that was why you both were kneeling at a coffee table in Maya Aunty’s house, stuffing your faces with the spiciest foods you could find. So far, you had gotten through Maya Aunty’s saag paneer and dal makhani without any rice, which would have been a feat in itself… to anyone less competitive.

Hell, you had even gotten through dhansak and vindaloo without batting an eyelid, much less reaching for a glass of water. But for some reason a single bowl of this damn mutton biriyani was making both of you sniffle like sick kittens.

“Didi, I’m going chutney you,” Pavitr gritted his teeth and forced down another bite of the biriyani. You copied his movements, feeling the masala burn in your throat as you swallowed. (Didi means sister, usually a term of respect for someone you consider a sister and they’re older than you)

“Hei bhaghvaan, apni chachi ne ismain kya rakha?” (Oh God, what did your aunt put in this?) You coughed slightly and Pavitr dropped his forehead onto the table, groaning slightly like he was dying. Which, in all honesty, didn’t feel that far from the truth.

“I don’t know! All I know is that biriyani isn’t supposed to be this spicy!”

“‘Ey, Miles. ‘Ow much you wanna bet that Pavitr folds first? ‘E’s practically turnin’ red, isn’t ‘e - y’alright, bruv?” Hobie smirked down at you both, his border flickering. You snorted in amusent then immediately regretted it since some of the masala was now caught in your nose and oh, good grief, you could feel it burning.

Pavitr glared up at him. “You’re one to talk, Hobes. Didn’t you quit when we just started off? Arre, poor little Britisher couldn’t take the heat? Angrezi log ham jaise masale nahi kha sakhte.” (English/British people can’t eat spices like we can)

Hobie raised an eyebrow as Pavitr bit down on a green chilli that had been mixed into the rice and doubled over, tears streaming out of his eyes.

“Maybe it’s best if you call it a draw? I mean-” Miles shut his mouth quickly when you turned to glare at him.

“I’m not stopping till Pavitr Bhim Prabhakar admits that I can eat more spice than him.” You emphasised his middle and last name, narrowing your eyes as Pavitr weakly flipped you off without lifting his head.

Hobie chuckled softly. “Fuckin’ ‘ell, Pavi, she’s bringin’ in the full name. Take it from me, mate, you’re screwed when she does tha’.”

“Shut up before I use your full name,” You warned, turning your wrathful gaze on him. “We both know you wouldn’t want me to do that.”

His eyes widened and he mimed zipping his lips and tossing the key away. Miles looked at you curiously, tilting his head to the side. “Wait, what’s Hobie’s full name?”

“Funny you should ask, Kilometer Morality,” Pavitr muttered under his breath, his forehead still resting on the table. You had learnt about half an hour ago that when Pavitr got a spice overload he tended to make random “snarky” quips which usually didn’t make any sense.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go get some ice cream for when this thing blows up,” Gwen got up from the couch, giving Pavitr a sympathetic pat on the shoulder and moving to the kitchen.

“Wimp,” You muttered to Pavitr as a tear rolled down your cheek. Forget burning, your tongue was almost going numb from the sheer amount of masala that you were trying to ingest.

“Weakling,” He countered as a bead of sweat trailed down the side of his forehead. You shovelled another spoon of the biriyani into your mouth, relief flooding you as the spoon hit the bottom of the bowl. Good, you had almost finished. But would you make it that far?

Pavitr tentatively took a bite and immediately choked, giving in and reaching for one of the two bowls of curd sitting appetisingly in the centre of the table. He was essentially tapping out.

You threw your arms in the air triumphantly, almost giddy with victory. Actually, maybe that was from the spice. Yep, definitely the spice.

You downed the bowl of curd, letting out a long sigh of relief as the cold, thick liquid dowsed your tongue and took the initial edge of the buildup of spice away. Gwen returned just in time to see Pavitr and you lapping at the curd as if you were a pair of stray cats, like the ones you both faithfully fed and played with.

“I take it you won?” She asked you, her eyes sparkling a little bit in amusement as she saw Pavitr drop his head down onto the table the moment he properly realised that he had lost. She slid two cups of vanilla ice cream to you. A little basic, maybe, but still good and definitely a relief to your mouth.

“Barely,” You admitted, taking a small spoon from her. “Arre, Pavi. Don’t feel bad. Hum donon ne apana sarvashreshth prayaas kiya, naa? C’mon, sit up.” (We both tried our best, right?)

“Haan, Didi,” He grumbled sulkily, lifting his chin as you fed him the ice cream from his bowl. (Haan just means yes)

“Let’s do something else. Should we get Hobie to pronounce the names of these foods?”

“Oh, sure, throw the British guy under the bus,” Hobie protested, but a fond smile was tugging at the corner of his mouth as Pavitr chuckled softly.

“To be fair, you are in Mumbattan right now,” You pointed out, and Hobie heaved an exaggerated sigh, a grin already forming on his mouth as he prepared to butcher the pronunciations on purpose to get a reaction out of you and cheer up Pavitr.

“Fair enough. Alrigh’… That’s, uh… that’s sag panner, and that’s…”

@l0starl @hobiebrownismygod @therealloopylupin2099

[valentina-lauricella]

Tolse la mano dalla tasca per grattarsi la pancia

Gli anni 1945-50 furono per Pavese un periodo d'intenso lavoro editoriale, e l'epistolario è in larga parte costituito da lettere scritte da Pavese in ufficio. ... Da questa mole di lettere abbiamo cercato di scegliere le piú interessanti, sia dal punto di vista della personalità di Pavese, sia dal punto di vista della cronaca culturale italiana del dopoguerra. ... Il numero di lettere editoriali scritto da Pavese è enorme; naturalmente molte sono "di ordinaria amministrazione"; per alcuni anni infatti Pavese seguí con minuziosa cura le varie fasi del lavoro editoriale. (Ma) ...lo stile e il mordente pavesiani saltano fuori talvolta anche da semplici comunicazioni d'ufficio.

Italo Calvino

Torino, 31 marzo 1947

Cara Luisella, 

la sua traduzione è arrivata e mi ha già rallegrato qualche pomeriggio. Non abbia paura: è degna e scrupolosa. Se difetto c'è, è anzi questo, che è troppo scrupolosa: "tolse la sua mano dalla sua tasca per grattare la sua pancia". Capisce come voglio dire? Pronomi e aggettivi sono sovente troppo rispettati. Ma con un normale lavoro di revisione andrà benissimo. ... visto che adesso sa nuotare, si permetta qualche feat, qualche fantasia, e sarà fatta. ... Come sta fra i polli e le capre? Io sono ancora tutto contento di sapere che metto soggezione e me la godo.

[Questo è solo uno dei moltissimi esempi, scelto "a caso".]

[susieporta]

⚜️I MESSAGGI DI LILITH IN ♎️ #1⚜️

⚠️Essere in una relazione di coppia NON è un traguardo.

🎯Quando trovi un partner, qualunque sia la tua età, non dovresti rilassarti e tranquillizzarti, come se avessi raggiunto l’obiettivo: in realtà sei solo all’inizio di un percorso impegnativo, che è soprattutto un viaggio alla scoperta di chi sei veramente.

🌳Quando due persone si attraggono reciprocamente e danno inizio a una relazione, ufficiale, occasionale o clandestina che sia, significa che i loro alberi genealogici sono in risonanza tra loro. Nell’inconscio di entrambi, ci sono immagini analoghe perturbate, che chiedono di essere viste e sanate.

C’è un piano superiore che opera a nostra insaputa.

😳Di fatto, è il nostro albero genealogico che sceglie di chi farci innamorare!

🥰Inizialmente, ci innamoriamo di una proiezione: vediamo nell’altro un’immagine idealizzata, che soddisfa i nostri bisogni più profondi.

👉La sfida è crescere nella relazione e riuscire e vedere l’altro per quello che è, e accettarlo e rispettarlo proprio cosi com’è.

👉Accettare l’altro così com’è significa anche accettare il suo passato, la sua famiglia d’origine, i suoi precedenti partner, gli eventuali figli.

⚖️Inoltre, all’interno di qualunque relazione, ci deve essere equilibrio tra dare e ricevere: nessuno dei due deve far sentire l’altro in debito, nessuno deve dominare, manipolare, controllare l’altro.

🧬Siamo sempre attratti da chi ci spinge verso il nucleo più profondo di noi stessi.

Perciò è importante comprendere per quale ragione il nostro clan ha bisogno che entriamo in relazione proprio con quella determinata persona!

⚠️Nelle relazioni clandestine, spesso viene rimessa in scena una #triangolazione vissuta da un antenato o da un’antenata, che ha generato molto dolore e talvolta anche figli non riconosciuti.

🫣Se sei in una relazione ufficiale, e hai anche una relazione segreta, ci sono due parti di te che non riesci a far dialogare, e la parte di te che non hai integrato, viene proiettata all’esterno sotto forma di “amante clandestino”. Questo partner non ufficiale ti sta portando un messaggio del tuo clan (e tu stai facendo lo stesso per lui o per lei).

🚨Vale anche se sei in #relazione con una persona impegnata!

🔗Puoi decidere di chiudere la relazione ufficiale per portare alla luce la tua nuova passione, ma se prima non avrai incontrato quella parte di te che neghi, se non avrai compreso quale immagine inconscia chiede di essere sanata, lo schema si ripeterà, e la catena delle infedeltà e delle triangolazioni non si spezzerà.

🔂Tutto si ripete, se non c’è consapevolezza, assunzione di responsabilità e presa di coscienza.

Tutto si ripete, se non siamo onesti con noi stessi!

🚧Le relazioni, tutte le relazioni, sono occasioni di crescita e di lavoro su di sé. Non sono traguardi.

Perciò, non sei esente dal doverti mettere in discussione solo perché hai trovato un partner (o due 🤭)

Anzi…😉

To be continued…

💫 𝖑𝖆 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖆💫 feat. Lilith in Bilancia

✍️ Roberta Turci