#he really became the mvp of this post

[broadwaytheanimatedseries]

Obsessed with the set up and payoff in every hatchetverse show:

TGWDLM hides it in its comedy pretty effectively: "take out the head, and the whole thing goes down!" The key to the main conflict buried in a nonsense monologue by the one note jerk character

Black Friday takes full advantage of their magical psychic child to be cryptic and ominous: "two doors not one" probably being the most obvious example, but a notable one is "Cross" as I think it's not just about Wilbur but also about Lex, who reaches across the threshold into the black and white

(Admittedly, that last bit is probably a strecth)

And NPMD drops all pretenses and leans into the horror of a doomed narrative by telling you exactly what it's about: "it's true! Human sacrifices! Demonic rituals! Sex magic!" All promises fulfilled by the summoning and the subsequent bargain made between Grace and The Lords In Black.

Then there's like, chronologically reversed foreshadowing? Okay so like what I mean by that is like, so you know the Hatchetmen?

Yeah, the angry mob that killed the Waylons and their starry children cultists?

You ever notice how they're never praised? Never honored or spoken of fondly?

Oh sure the town is named after them, but that's probably because they were the only ones around left to name it, and they named it after that time they did that murder together.

But they keep being referred to as hatchet wielding maniacs, even as they are recalled as the ones who put a stop to an evil cult it doesn't change the fact they weren't good people either.

There are no good guys in that story, not really.

And uh, how did Ted put it again, exactly?

"There are no creeps. There are no heroes. There are only people who are alive, and people who are fucking dead!"

Hatchetverse is really fucking good at fulfilling narrative promises, is what I'm saying, I guess.

[lyricsandpapers]

Apologies to the One Mutual who is about to have All of my Tim Drake Thoughts. Didn’t even realize I sent you like 8 paragraph messages at like 9am until it happened

[bird-inacage]

CALL ME BY FIRE (SEASON 3): Participation of Jeff Satur

Now this has been the most uncanny crossover I never saw coming. A show I've been watching for years, and my introduction to thai BL which initially put Jeff's name on my radar. Here's some context for any fans who have heard of his participation and want to know more.

Call Me by Fire is a mainland Chinese TV competition show. They invite 33 established male celebrities with the goal to form an ultimate "boy band" by the show's conclusion. What tends to be the incredible pulling factor is they'll invite a combination of singers, musicians, actors, dancers, idols, presenters - incredibly well known faces in the industry - many of them hugely respected OGs in their field. (The demographic is usually late 20s+) so there's an intentional sense of maturity, experience and wisdom amongst the ensemble. The emphasis isn't really on forming this 'fictional' boy band, it acts as a mechanism for us to get more up close and personal with these artists. Allowing viewers to appreciate their creative genius, as well as who they are as people.

This show came as a spin off of another series 'Sisters Who Make Waves' which has the exact same premise but for female celebrities. Because it became such an instant hit, they made a male version shortly after.

As a Chinese speaker, I've been watching both shows since they started in 2020. Both are in their third season (with Call Me by Fire broadcasting right now). This year they've decided to include more participants (of mainly Chinese/Asian descent) from America, Korea, Japan, Vietnam and Thailand - along with the majority from China, Hong Kong and Taiwan.

Why I find this show both incredibly entertaining and compelling is because you get to watch spectacular collaborations between some of the most talented artists of this generation, and witness them embark on a journey of brotherhood through a shared love for performance (they live, work and perform together for the duration of the show). For me, theres also a massive nostalgia factor, because a large portion of these artists will be people I grew up watching.

There will be a lot of new attention on this show due to the Jeff's involvement (whose dubbed ‘Luo Jie Fu’ in Chinese). We’re only on Episode 2, and he's already making a huge impression, earning one of two MVPs spots after their first live performance - his group ranking 2nd out of 8, and his personal ranking being 7th overall (based on the live audience popularity vote).

The show is uploaded onto Youtube in full (post-broadcast on a Saturday). Just to warn you, the episodes are usually very, very long (sometimes between 2-3 hours in total), but I personally really enjoy that. There are English subtitles but the translations don’t always capture the nuances.

Jeff is doing a superb job so far and he's very brave for taking this on. He brings something distinctly unique in his showmanship and personal sense of style. It's a daunting prospect for someone who can't speak or understand Chinese, but the other brothers are doing their best to help him feel as welcome and settled in as possible.

If anyone has any questions about the show or clips featuring Jeff they'd like to know more about, I'm more than happy to translate.

[marksbear]

How about dom famous athlete reader who is dating Steven/moon system. But then he gets asked by a interviewer if he has any good luck rituals to which he says he does but won't say to break the magic. But it really is that he gets his pre game jitters out by fucking the system before every game and since the first time he fucked them it has worked every since and won't stop changing habits now. It's kinda short compared to my other ones sorry about that.-🐻‍❄️

Don't be sorry about that. I don't mind that it is short a request. I'm just glad that you're even requesting anything from me.

Warnings! Famous reader, sportive boyfriends, nosy reporters, detailed SMUT, flashback sex, blowjob, throat fucking/ skull fucking, A bit short but still good.

MOON SYSTEM X FAMOUS ATHLETE MALE READER

It was a post game interview with some of the star players in the league today including Y/n L/n, Lance Reid, and Matt Evans. The big three that most fans of the sport would call them.

Y/n was the one who stood out from the trio. He was currently undefeated this season. He carried his team to victory. Winning world records, MVP of the year and month back to back. Y/n L/n quickly became the face of the sport. Honestly if anyone disliked him they wouldn't be normal.

So everyone had the same two questions in their mind. "What is this kid doing before games?" And "How is he this lucky?"

Currently Y/n is listening to his teammate Lance rant about "Being healthy." And all that when suddenly he gets cut off by an interviewer interrupting him. "Excuse me! Y/n. I have a important question that the entire world is wondering.

Y/n gives his teammate a quick look to make sure hes okay before leaning closer to the mic. "Well what is it?" Y/n responds back with a slight groan imaging it is another question about his love life.

"Do you have any good luck rituals? Your career so far is outstanding like talent we haven't seen before in the game. So what do you do before a game?"

Flashbacks hits Y/n remembering all the times he fucks his boyfriends before a game.

Y/n snaps his hips back and forth and he bruises Steven's waist holding him still. Steven lets out loud moans as hes bent over on some random table in the empty lockeroom as Y/n fucks him like theres no tomorrow. "Y/---n!~ oh fuu... harder plea-se HaRder!~ ngh!~" The table is shaking from the two lovers. Y/n throws his head back fucking Steven at a faster and a rougher pace. Moans and wet skin slapping against each other can be heard throughout the lockeroom. "Gonna cum Steven! Fuck I'm bout to cum!" Y/n lets go of Steven's waist slamming his hands down on both sides on the table trapping Steven under him. "Cum inside me! Please give it to me! I-I have been a good boy!~" Steven begs dropping his head down on the table with a loud moan as he shoots his own load. "I'm cumming! ohHh god I'm cummin~!" Y/n shouts letting out a few moans cumming deep inside Steven. "Thanks for the good luck wish." Y/n says pulling out of Steven giving him a quick kiss before hurriedly cleaning himself and Steven up before heading out to the game.

Y/n snaps out of the flashback with a light laugh and sorry. "Uhm yeah I have a few things." Some of the "few things" he does are with one of his other boyfriends Marc.

Marc holds onto Y/n's thighs bobbing his head back and forth deepthroating Y/n's cock looking up into his eyes as he does it. Y/n moves his hands through Marc's hair giving it a few light tugs and pulls it from time to time. Marc gags and choke on Y/n's cock as Yn thrust into his mouth drool coating his chin and the taste of precum inside of his mouth. Sometimes it was hard for Marc to breathe but he couldn't care. He wanted to please Y/n by all means necessary. Letting Y/n throat fuck him as if he was just some whore on the street. Marc pulls away from Y/n's throbbing wet cock gasping for air. After he caught all his breath back he doesn't waste a second pushing his head down to the base of Y/n's cock sucking his cock and gagging onto it. "Marc!~ Marc I-i'm gonna cum! I'm about to cum!" Y/n warns pushing Marc head down even lower as he snaps his hips deep inside Marc's throat cumming deeply inside of his throat painting it white. Y/n pulls his cock out of Marc's mouth watching him swallow all the cum that was inside his mouth with no problem. "Fuck Marc... We gotta keep doing this."

"I would tell you all but~ It would only break the magic." Y/n answers in a teasing tone. "I mean it wouldn't work any more if I told you anything." Y/n answers a bit more properly.

"But I can tell you this much. The ritual isn't going anywhere soon."

THE END

[riacte]

H asking Cub to come back during MCC31 SOT and Cub saying "I believe, H, I believe" 🤝 H trying to guide False in MCC29 Dodgebolt and False saying "Don't talk to me"

No fr MCC31 Blue Bats SOT was kinda insane, and what was even more insane was that their POV was so chill? They casually got like, 6k coins? And honestly Cub has to be the MVP here. He barrelled through all the rusty doors, got the blue vault, and then saw the gold key over the lava parkour. And Cubfan, that madman, he just nonchalantly jumped over and got the key. Even H later said he wouldn't have done it. Dubfan real. And as H says, Cub has "balls of steel". Cub's confidence is soooo cool because he's usually very collected during e-sports. He might be on the quieter side, but don't underestimate him at all.

And of course, that moment in the end when they were all about to leave and Cub was trying the parkour in the lobby and H was calling for him to come back. As H later said in his VOD review, Cub didn't listen to him. And it was Cub who smoothly parkoured and got Blue Bats up to 6k coins. It was Cub who told H to believe in him. And Cub, of course, did it.

Also I'm just very 🥺💖 about the hermits and H because they clearly like and respect each other a lot, but in the early MCCs (post Blue9), H often acted as the mentor figure, which was understandable and expected because of H's experience and strategies. But as they played more together and became more familiar with each other's playing styles, the hermits grew exponentially more confident in themselves. They trusted their own skills to the point they would defy HBomb in crucial moments because they knew they could do it.

And what's interesting is that H is (was) usually the one pushing the hermits to do things back when they had less confidence (this is more for False than for Cub in this scenario). And now, they've grown enough to be pushing back against him (affectionate). Instead of hiding behind H and letting him decide everything because he clearly knows best, the hermits are now determined to do their own thing. And H lets them. If anything, he's happy they're talking back! Hermits and HBomb teams are soooo good <3

This is not really related to above point but H said Cub was a great runner and he should run unless someone really wanted to run, and while I wholeheartedly agree that Cub's running skills are fantastic, especially with the double parkour clutch, there are also very few people I would trust with sandkeeping and Cub is one of them. I'm sorry Cub but on certain teams I would rather him sandkeep just because not a lot of people are as good as he is 😭

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LOVELY RUNNER THOUGHTS 2

— contains spoilers to the whole series! I'm thought process is all over the place, so this post is not structured properly. I'm just typing as I think of things. I also wrote this over several days, adding more things as I remember.

part 1

OMG I'm absolutely in love with Sunjae's loserism. bro's whipped for Sol regardless of when he meets her. him repeating the same dialogue in the 3 different timelines is wild (why are you crying? I didn't make you cry).

I really love the unspoken beef that Sol's mum & Sunjae's dad have. regardless of timeline, they've got some beef.

I'm really glad that Sol remained friends with Taesung. in the process of not crossing paths with Sunjae, she also lost her friendship with In Hyuk and it would've been really sad if she lost her friendship with Taesung too. it's nice to see that he ended up becoming a cop and ended the ill-fated relationship Sol had with the taxi driver. like bro accomplished the one thing Sol was trying to do for a whole 14 episode. I like to think that Taesung became a cop because of Sol's influence.

can we also appreciate the real mvp? Baek In Hyuk. imagine having to deal with BOTH Sunjae & Taesung who are stupid in love with Sol. his permenant 😟 face was so funny ngl.

big respect for Taesung for always respecting SolJae. he's always bickered with Sunjae but that was about it. I hope Taesung finds someone who'll love him the same way.

I wonder if Taesung knew that the "Sunjae" Sol would cry about whenever she got drunk was the famous Ryu Sunjae before he saw them together. if not, it definitely would have sunk in when he saw them together at Sunjae's apartment building.

also has anyone thought about the fact that ep 16 Sol has been alive for about 50 years? she was in her 30s during her first time travel and spent maybe a year in the past and then on the last time travel (where Sunjae doesn't meet Sol), she lived the full 15 years.

I wonder if the grandma was the one that allowed Sol to time travel. our first introduction to her, we see her wearing the watch. the 3rd time Sunjae dies, grandma's wearing the watch. the watch that Sunjae lost (according to InHyuk). she's the first to admit remembering the different timelines.

I wonder to SolJae meeting at the award ceremony was what caused Taesung to sort of remember the past. sort of because he doesn't actually remember, he just has conflicting feelings about Sol & having deja vu moments.

I also realised that the Im Geum x Hyunju side plot happened outside of the SolJae situation. they would've gotten together if Sol didn't get paralyzed. in the original timeline, Im Geum stepped up to be the responsible one but with Sol being well, in the final timeline he was able to pursue his acting dream. in the 2nd(?) future timeline, he was responsible because Hyunju didn't pursue a higher education and they got married immediately after she graduated. I'm guessing Sol convinced Hyunju to pursue a higher education and get a job with her in order to avoid having a situation where Hyunju has to rely on Im Geum (in the final timeline).

anyways, I'm finishing up this post about a week after I finished the drama and I think it's safe to say that this has taken the #1 spot for my favourite drama of 2024.

let's kidnap Sunjae and run

[arrowofcarnations]

Fic-O-Ween 2023 Day 5: Ritual

Some spice (and I’m not talkin’ pumpkin spice) with a Star Wars-y twist for day five of the fest (@noots-fic-fests)! Co-written with the fantabulous @veryspacecowboy—and posted just in time for your birthday!!! <3

Title: Beskar Babes Characters: Finn O'Hara/Logan Tremblay/Leo Knut Rating: E

Thank you as always to @lumosinlove for the boys—especially Kuny, who I think we can all agree is the real MVP of this one.

Like many good things, it all started with a Star Wars marathon spread over an away trip. 

Actually, it really started with a shutout game where Leo made several impossible saves. In the locker room, Kuny had ruffled Leo's sweaty hair and called him Master Skywalker, to which Leo had blushed and admitted he'd never actually seen Star Wars. 

Naturally, this caused a huge uproar, especially from Kuny and Nado, but also from Finn. The three of them ranted and raved for all of about five minutes before Kuny clapped his hands on Finn and Leo's shoulders and said 'Your padawan, he is, O'Hara. Teach him Force, you must.’

Over the next week, Finn showed Leo (and Logan, who was mostly there for cuddles) episodes four through six, one through three, Solo, Rogue One, and finally (with a grain of salt), seven through nine.

Once they were finally back home in their apartment, settling back into their routine after the ups and downs of the long roadie, Finn started watching The Mandalorian on nights when he wasn’t caught up in a book. His boys had pretty much left him to it, declaring themselves Star Wars-ed out for the time being. But Leo’s passing glances at the screen while Finn was watching slowly became watching half an episode over Finn’s shoulder, and then the two of them were in it together, shared blanket thrown over their legs and all. Logan grumbled more and more about it until he finally gave in, the allure of couch cuddles too strong, and started watching with them.

It didn’t take Logan long to notice his boyfriends’ crushes on the show’s lead, the Mandalorian himself. Leo was the first to admit it, letting out a low whistle during the scene when Djarin removes his helmet for the first time. “I knew he was hot.”

Finn had laughed and thrown his hands in the air. “Okay, right?! He was hot with the helmet on, even, but damn. Like, okay.”

Logan didn’t disagree, but mostly he was just amused at their fawning, which they kept doing from time to time until the season ended. Then one day in the locker room, as he watched Finn and Leo talk about the finale with Kuny and Nado, he got an idea.

Before crawling into bed with his boyfriends that night, he sent a quick text to Kuny.

Did you buy that Mando armor you showed us?

да yes, beskar delivery today.

why?

Can I borrow it this weekend?

There was a long-ish pause, those three dots moving like Kuny was typing, then deleting, typing, then deleting once more.

clean off cum after, little Mando

you come here and pick up?

Logan’s cheeks were burning as he tapped out a fast tomorrow am, ignoring both the short joke and the implication because, well. It would just sound stupid to lie. He already knew the smug grin Kuny was going to give him tomorrow, but he could take a little chirping from him (and inevitably Nado) if it meant the success of his plan.

~

It was easy enough to pull off the surprise; Logan stopped at Kuny and Nado’s place on the way home from a grocery run, leaving the outfit in his car until he had some time alone to get ready. Luckily, Finn was hell-bent on restocking their bar so he could make them a round of after-dinner manhattans (“We have off tomorrow!”) and Leo wanted some weird liqueur for a baking project, so all Logan had to do was pass on joining them for the ride, saying he wanted to shower instead.

The armor wasn’t the easiest thing to get into, but still only took him half the time it did to suit up for a game, giving him a few spare minutes to check himself out in the mirror. It had been custom-made for Kuny, so some of it was unsurprisingly big on him, but he thought he looked alright anyway. He huffed out a laugh at his reflection, shaking his head a little.

“D’accord, here we go,” he said to himself. He heard the rumble of Leo’s car pulling up in the driveway, fitted his helmet on, and made his way to the living room.

The way their apartment was set up, the living room was kind of tucked behind a wall that helped give the kitchen more cabinets. If he knew his boys, they'd go straight to the kitchen to put away groceries before doing anything else. He shifted a little, the blaster at his hip and the tracking fob blinking steadily in his other hand. 

The lock at the front door clicked open and the voices of his lovers carried through, halfway through a conversation. Logan swallowed thickly and waited. 

"—cool that we don't have to get your Crystal hot sauce from your parents anymore, now that they just have it at the grocery store."

"Well, yeah, but I like getting care packages from my parents. Even if I'm paying for the shipping." The sounds of things being put away, bottles clinking, and the fridge doors closing were slightly muffled through the helmet.

"BabyNut, no one's saying you can't get care packages from your sweet mama, I'm just saying now she can put more homemade goodies in, if she wants."

"Yeah, s'pose so. Remember when it exploded in the box?" There was some laughter and a soft silence Logan recognized as kissing. "Hey, where's Lo? Is he napping?"

And with that, Finn flipped the lights on in the living room and the pair of them stepped out of the kitchen. Leo froze at the sight of Logan (he assumed it was Logan) in full-on, practically screen-exact Mandalorian armor. Finn bumped into him with a soft oof and gasped when he peeked around Leo.

"Holy—Jesus Christ, Lo, where the hell did you get that? It looks great!" There was a long pause as Logan stood up, tracking fob blinking softly as he pointed it at his boyfriends. Then, he pulled the blaster from its holster.

"I can bring you in warm…or I can bring you in cold." 

All three of them went still for a moment, and Logan was smiling from ear to ear under the helmet at the literal jaw drops he’d elicited from his boyfriends. Leo was dragging his gaze all the way down Logan from head to toe and back again, and Finn’s gaze flicked from the blaster to the helmet right where Logan’s eyes would be, seemingly rendered speechless mid-sentence. That was more like it, Logan thought.

Leo broke the silence first. “I surrender,” he said, voice low and honey-sweet as his lips twitched up in a tiny grin. He sent a sidelong glance toward Finn, who was still wide-eyed and uncharacteristically quiet. “Harz?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “What about you?”

Finn swallowed twice, and Logan was just starting to feel worry unfurling in his chest when the redhead took a step forward, then another, stopping just short of the blaster aimed at him. “Oh yeah,” he said, putting his hands in the air in a show of surrender. His crooked smile was warm and full of promise, and it chased away the panic in Logan instantly. “I’m all yours, baby.”

"I would've thought that a Marshal of Tattooine—" Logan semi-gently poked Finn in the belly with his blaster before nodding his helmet at Leo. “and a Jedi Master would put up more of a fight for having bounties on their heads, but I've been surprised before. Not that surprise has helped them live." 

There was another beat as Finn and Leo caught on to Logan’s play. Anticipation was picking Logan’s heart rate up, but he fought the urge to squirm, keeping still as he waited to see what the other two would do.

Finn considered him with raised brows, that crooked grin turning a little more surprised, but no less amused. “A bounty, eh?” Finn said, letting his belly press against the end of the blaster just slightly. “Well, that changes things. I thought this was a Mandalorian’s way of asking a guy for a drink.”

Leo came up behind Finn, snaking his arms around his waist. “And we’d be very interested in having a drink with you,” he said, voice soft and sweet but blue eyes full of mischief where they burned into Logan’s despite the helmet.

Leo leaned his head down to press a lingering kiss to the side of Finn’s neck, and Finn sighed into it. It distracted Logan just enough to let Finn get his hand around the weapon, coaxing it away from his body until it was pointed toward the floor between them. “What do you say?” Finn breathed. The two of them were looking right at where they knew green eyes were considering them. “No fun bringing us in cold when we’re this hot.”

That got a little huff of a laugh out of their darling Mando, and Finn felt that warmth in his belly from making his sweetheart laugh. They hadn't talked super seriously about sexy roleplaying or dress up, but this? The beskar armor? The tough-guy attitude? Finn liked it a lot and, from the feel of Leo pressed up against him, he guessed he wasn’t the only one.

"I thought the Jedi had rules about attachment. You two seem pretty attached."

"Restarting the Order comes with a few perks," Leo said, his disapproval of how Luke acted in the series shining through a little. "Friendship, love, and sex aren't the enemy. But…the last of those is on the table, Mando. If you like."

Logan tilted his head, pretending to consider their offer. Then he motioned toward the hallway with the blaster. “Bedroom, now,” he said in the most commanding tone he could muster.

He watched as Finn and Leo shared a look, all wide eyes and excited grins, and felt the familiar pull to be closer to them. But he wasn’t ready to give up the game just yet. Finn went first, then Leo, then Logan behind them both, closing the bedroom door behind him.

Once he turned around to face them, he was met with two gorgeous boys standing by the foot of their enormous bed, watching him and waiting for his next direction. A thrill ran through him as he found himself running the show. This wasn’t their usual dynamic, even without the roleplay, but Logan was eager to see where it would go, where he could take them.

He holstered the blaster at last, crossing his arms instead as he stared them down. “Take off his clothes, Jedi,” he said, the hint of a smile in his voice. “Since he’s in such a hurry to get out of them.”

Being called Jedi was apparently doing it for Leo because he'd never stripped one of the boys out of their clothes as fast as he was getting Finn naked. "Oh my g—kriffing shit. Leo!" Oop—he'd actually forgotten about Finn's shoes. Well, now he was naked at least. All those freckles on display, with that gorgeous, perfect amount of deep red body hair…and that lovely, lovely cock. Logan was definitely hard in his armor.

"Now, Marshal…give us a turn and get the Jedi naked."

Marshal. Finn didn’t know if he should be finding that as hot as he was, but he was too into this whole surprise roleplay to care. What was hotter than that, though, was Logan. The way he was carrying himself, so in command, made Finn want to do things—want to have things done to him—that he hadn’t really thought about before. He shivered in the open air, feeling distinctly exposed with his boyfriends still fully dressed. But not for long—he had orders, after all.

Finn stole a moment to give Leo a lingering kiss, pressing his palms to the sides of Leo’s neck and stroking the strong line of Leo’s jaw with his thumbs, before pulling away with a grin and a waggle of his eyebrows. He stripped Leo efficiently—not as lightning-fast as Leo had done to him, maybe, but he didn’t make a show of it, either—and pulled him in for another kiss, heated and a little sloppy with excitement, once they were both completely, equally naked.

“Oh, hi,” Finn murmured as Leo’s quickly filling cock pressed against his hip. “You like him, huh, Master Knut?” Leo gasped, eyes wide and dark, and Finn smiled, knowing he’d got him good. They would absolutely be returning to the Jedi persona for Leo; it just fit so perfectly, and Leo obviously really liked it.

"I do, I do like him. The voice, the confidence…the armor." Leo swallowed thickly and glanced over at Logan, still with his blaster in his hand. "What…what would you have us do, Mando?"

"It's been a while since I've been to a show. Too busy hunting Imperials. Take him apart, Master Jedi. At my direction."

Finn felt a little shiver run through him again, but it wasn’t from the air this time. He looked over at Logan, then at Leo, who was sizing him up with a hunger in his eyes that made Finn’s heart pick up. Oh, he was in trouble. And it was going to be good trouble.

“It would be my pleasure,” Leo said, ducking his head to leave a trail of kisses from the corner of Finn’s jaw down his neck, stopping at the cap of his shoulder. Finn was a little twitchy with excited energy, wiggling his toes on the wood floor and skating his hands through Leo’s hair, across his back, up his arms—wherever he could reach.

Leo noticed, and walked Finn backwards until he could coax him down onto the bed. He ran a soothing hand down Finn’s bare chest, then looked over his shoulder at Logan. “This good?” he asked.

Logan nodded, walking closer to the bed to get a better view of them as Leo settled himself on top of Finn. He didn’t join them, though; he was content to watch the show for now, like he’d said, though he didn’t know how long he’d last without giving into the desire to touch them.

He watched as Leo and Finn lost themselves in a slow, tender kiss that morphed into something a little more desperate by the time they broke apart, panting against each other’s mouths. Leo hummed softly, nuzzling his nose against Finn’s cheek in a sweet contrast to the way his hips were slowly starting to roll against Finn’s. Finn’s hands were curled around Leo’s ribs, fingertips pressing into the strong muscles of his back, and he kissed the gray tuft that was always visible in the mass of Leo’s blond curls before his gaze wandered over to the armored figure looming a few feet away.

“You could help him,” Finn said to Logan, his smile going slack as Leo moved to suck a bruise into the junction of his neck and shoulder. “You could—fuck, Leo—help him take me apart.”

"Mm." Logan shifted a bit, helmet tilting as he assessed what Finn had suggested and what Leo was doing to him. "Something tells me you're not the one getting taken apart. Take it slow… take a moment to settle into it. I'll do my part soon enough, Marshal. And Jedi? Make sure to leave marks. This is the Way." This was as much Logan talking as Mando, and it made another shiver go through Leo and Finn.

Leo guided Finn’s gaze back to his with gentle fingers on his chin. “What do you say, O’Hara?” Leo’s smile was playful and loving and it warmed Finn from the inside out, helping to calm his energy a bit. “Do you trust me?”

Finn knew that Leo was playing along with the scene, but he was also really asking. He wasn’t used to just—lying back and taking it, so to speak. He liked to do the work, he liked to take Leo and Logan apart and give them everything they wanted and then some. But his answer came without hesitation. “Mhm,” he hummed, kissing the tip of Leo’s nose. Because he did trust them, both of them, implicitly. And whenever he’d stepped out of his comfort zone with them before, it had always ended more than well. “Go ahead, baby. I’m all yours.”

Just like on the boat in New Orleans, Leo would take good care of Finn, and hopefully the pair of them could ease Finn down into subspace. Logan and Leo had experienced it before and Finn had been so good with them. He deserved the same. The fact that it had a Star Wars flair was just…a nice extra touch. 

The three of them shifted, Leo moving Finn up the bed a bit so Logan had room to perch on the edge of the bed and watch. He wanted to take off the helmet…but knew it would be better and 'more authentic' if he waited for now and left it on. "Touch him, softly. Ease him into it, touch him where he likes."

Leo looked over his shoulder at Logan and nodded, biting his lip against the arousal that spiked through him at Logan being in control. At Logan instructing him how to make love to Finn. It was intimate, doing this as a pair, and a part of his brain was already coming up with ideas of what they could try in the future. He looked back into warm brown eyes and shelved those thoughts for now; he had a marshal who needed him, after all, and he fully intended on following the mandalorian’s orders to the letter.

Leo settled back over Finn, bracketing him with his knees on either side of Finn’s thighs and his forearms on the sides of Finn’s head, and kissed him for what felt like a blissful eternity, slow and deep. When he felt Finn start to relax underneath him, Leo pulled back just enough to drag the pad of his thumb across Finn’s bottom lip. Finn smiled, kissing it, and Leo kept going, tracing a gentle path with his fingertips down the long expanse of Finn’s neck, to his broad chest, pale and strong and peppered with freckles.

He shifted to kiss over Finn’s adam’s apple as his fingers traced teasing circles around his nipples. Finn made a soft sound at the touch, arching up into it slightly, and Leo gave him a little more, brushing over the pink buds with the smoothest parts of his hands and then the spots where his skin was rougher and more calloused. Finn squirmed and sighed and sunk his hands into Leo’s hair, but he didn’t try to initiate anything, so Leo replaced his hands with his mouth as a reward, lapping and sucking gently until Finn’s nipples were hard peaks.

“You’re so beautiful, Harzy,” Leo breathed, blowing cool air over Finn where he was now extra sensitive. He gave each nipple a last kiss. “So good for me always.” He kissed the bump of Finn’s sternum as his hands made a slow path down his chest and belly to the V of his hips.

“Leo,” Finn gasped, cock pulsing out a bead of precome where it hung heavily between his legs. Leo’s mouth watered at the sight, but he wasn’t there yet. Finn wasn’t there yet.

He kissed his way back up to Finn’s neck, leaving a purple love bite to match the one on the opposite side. “Fuck,” Finn groaned, gripping Leo’s shoulders. His hips bucked, unconsciously seeking friction. “Fuck, baby.”

“You like being my good boy, don’t you?” Leo asked, running his knuckles down Finn’s cheek tenderly as he got an enthusiastic nod in response. Then he took hold of Finn’s wrists, easing his arms back until they framed his head on the pillow. “Can you stay just like this while I go a little lower?” There were so many other places Leo wanted to love on Finn’s bottom half.

As Leo smooched down Finn's belly, headed towards his cock, Logan shifted so he could stand up by Finn's head. "You like to be good for your Jedi?" He traced along Finn's arm and then his shoulder with the soft leather glove, just the tips of his fingers to make Finn shiver and moan sweetly. "You'll be so sweet for us, I can tell." 

"I—yeah, I'm good. I want to be good for you two." Finn let out a shaky breath as Leo lapped at the head of his cock. Logan cupped Finn's face in his hand, gently teasing his bottom lip with his thumb as he cradled Finn's jaw.

Without overthinking it, Finn yielded to the gentle pressure, opening his mouth and drawing Logan’s gloved thumb inside with his tongue as his eyes slid shut. He sucked on it once experimentally, then groaned around it, brown eyes fluttering back open to look up at Logan through his lashes. This was new for Finn; it made his cheeks hot and his dick throb under the barely-there flicks of Leo’s tongue. He stared at the shiny visor and wished he could see what Logan’s eyes looked like that second.

There was a shift between them, a subtle change in the feel of things, there in their bed. Leo squeezed where Finn's ass met his thigh and the redhead moaned softly around the gloved finger in his mouth. Finn was slipping nicely, his two boys easing him down into a fuzzy, warm floatiness.

"Yeah, sweetheart, you're so good. You look so good sucking his thumb. Such a good boy for us." Leo murmured these words of praise into Finn's lovely, freckled lower belly and looked up to see how Finn gazed up at Logan, still wearing his helmet. "Mando—Logan. Can you take off your helmet for us?"

Logan hesitated for a moment, debating with himself. Finn looked so gorgeous underneath them, eyes wide and dark and trusting, and his slow sucks around Logan’s thumb were sending arousal spiking through Logan’s body. Part of him was dying to rip the costume off and kiss the living daylights out of Finn, and then do the same to Leo. But part of him wasn’t sure what would happen if he did. Could he keep up this energy with them without the armor, without the persona?

He looked over at Leo where he was pressing kisses to the root of Finn’s cock and watching them both with lust-blown blue eyes. Then he looked back at Finn and felt his heart pull at the look on Finn’s face. He let Logan’s finger slip from his mouth, his hands reaching to find purchase on any part of Logan he could reach. “Please,” he said, soft and sweet and yearning. “Please, Lo baby, wanna see you.”

He hadn’t even finished getting the words out before Logan’s hands were flying up to the helmet, pulling it up over his head and letting it rest on the nightstand with a soft thud. He was flushed and his brown hair was sticking to his temples where a thin sheen of sweat had broken out over his skin from the heavy costume. Finn let out a soft noise as he finally locked eyes with Logan, smiling at him like he’d hung the moon, and Logan couldn’t wait another second, pushing a hand into Finn’s hair and giving it a tug that made Finn’s toes curl before catching him in a dizzying kiss.

“Gorgeous, mon rouge,” Logan purred against Finn’s lips, allowing the break in character to give Finn the praise that was so obviously sending him up to cloud nine. “Your mouth is perfect. I want you to keep doing that while Leo sucks your cock.” He looked over at Leo. “Ouais?”

Leo swallowed hard, his own cock heavy against the mattress. “Ouais,” he said, already a little breathless. It was such a treat to see his boys like this, it was like a remix of their special lovemaking on the boat. Christ, he wanted his boys any way he could have them, including with the added spice of beskar. "Finn, check in with Lo. Okay?"

"Uh-huh, okay, Le—" Finn let it out in a breathless rush, a blush settling high on his freckled cheeks as he gazed up at Logan. He tilted his head just enough to press a little kiss to Logan's thumb before Logan slipped his thumb past Finn's lips once more and Leo descended on the redhead's cock.

"You're such a treat to look at, Harzy, especially with Leo's mouth on you. Did the armor really get you that hot?" When Finn nodded and moaned around Logan's thumb, he couldn't hold back his smile. Fuck, he was so lucky.

For a long few moments, Logan let things play out, Finn’s sucks around his thumb becoming more rhythmic as he mimicked what Leo was doing between his legs. Then he slid his thumb out from that wet heat, cupping Finn’s cheek briefly to reassure him he hadn’t done anything wrong, and stepped back just enough to start getting himself out of the costume as fast as he could, taking care not to scuff or break anything. He had nothing but boxers on under the costume’s layers; it was a relief to be standing only in them after what felt like hours in the hot, heavy armor.

He crawled onto the bed, laying on his side next to Finn, and Leo pulled off Finn’s cock with a kiss before coming up to lay on his opposite side. Their hands trailed over Finn’s chest and stomach idly as Logan kissed him again, more slowly this time. When he pulled away, Finn chased his mouth, his eyes closed and his lips swollen and bitten-red. Logan felt his heart squeeze and his dick twitch at the sight.

“Gorgeous,” he said again, quiet and reverent, and ran a hand through Finn’s mussed-up hair. He took a second to lean over and kiss Leo for good measure, and he could practically feel how turned on Leo was by this, too.

A happy sigh beneath them made them both break the kiss and look. “Fucking love watching you two,” Finn said with a dopey grin. “Never gets old.”

That drew both of their attention back to him, and soon he had two pairs of lovely hands mapping his skin, two wickedly talented mouths drawing soft, low sounds out of him. Logan sucked a bruise into the side of Finn’s neck, just under his ear, as Leo pressed a few slow, open-mouthed kisses to the base of his cock before grinning up at him (fuck) and sinking down on him until the tip of his nose brushed the soft-coarse hair below Finn’s navel.

"Oh—Leo, fuck—Logan—” Finn was so glad they'd dropped the pretense of the roleplay because he was quickly getting a little too far under to remember anything but his gorgeous boys' names. Logan combed his fingers through Finn's hair again and again as Leo worked his magic on the redhead's cock, slurping when he pulled up near the head, swallowing and breathing through his nose to take Finn into his throat. 

“Don’t come yet,” Logan instructed.

Finn whined, knee knocking into Leo’s shoulder as he shuddered with pleasure.

“Harzy,” he warned. He caught Leo’s eye as he looked up at him questioningly. Logan just winked in response, then grabbed lube out of the bedside table drawer and knelt behind Leo, drawing him up onto his knees, too.

“Don’t get him too good,” he said to Leo, borrowing a phrase he’d picked up from him. The anticipatory shiver that rolled through Leo as he ran his palm down each asscheek, then circled his rim with a slick fingertip, was worth every bit of chirping he was going to take from Kuny tomorrow. “You’re giving me a show, remember? I want to see him fill you.”

That got a moan out of both them, Leo's louder as he nodded his consent—and Logan worked the first finger inside him. "I can—I can take two, Mando—Lo, please.” The roleplay was a little hazy now that the armor had come off, but none of them much cared. Logan bit Leo's shoulder and then soothed it with a kiss, giving his lover another finger, at his request. 

"You guys are gonna fuckin' kill me, I swear—Lo, lemme cum—"

"Non. You'll cum in him after I do."

"Fuck yeah I want both, I want you both—" Leo rocked his hips back on Logan's hand, but Logan stopped him with a hand on his hip. 

"Be good and you'll get both." 

Leo, ever the team player, obeyed, melting into Logan’s hold as he was prepped. He had to pull his mouth off Finn twice more after bringing him to the edge; Logan watched those big goalie hands pet down Finn’s chest and flanks soothingly as Finn obeyed, too. (They were being so good for him. Logan was going to make it worth their while.)

The first press of his cock inside Leo was pure bliss, just like always. Logan’s eyes darted everywhere: at the sight of himself disappearing into Leo, at Leo’s strong back and the slightly sweaty blonde curls at the nape of his neck as he swallowed Finn down again, at Finn’s wrecked, desperate expression and pale fingers gripping the sheets as if for dear life.

He knew it would be over soon—they were all too fired up to take it slow—so the pace he set was fast, giving Leo the short, sharp thrusts that would get them both there before Finn lost it completely. He could tell Leo wanted it just as badly, groaning as he pushed his hips back to meet him.

“Gonna come,” Logan said tightly, reaching around to take Leo’s cock in hand. Leo’s strangled cry made Finn thrash and Logan pick up the pace, jacking Leo to the quick tempo of his thrusts.

“Oh my god, oh—yeah, Tremz, come on, wannahaveitgimmeitplease?”

Logan dropped his head between Leo’s shoulder blades and moaned long as low as he pulsed inside him, hips grinding slowly as he rode it out. He smiled to himself as he felt Leo start to come a few seconds later, stroking him through it and savoring the shocked little laugh that tumbled out of him as Logan got him nice and full and spent.

Well, hopefully not spent-spent. He still wanted to see their plan through. Logan looked over Leo's shoulder at Finn, who looked like he was trying very, very hard not to spontaneously combust.

Leo had stopped the blowjob while he came which seemed to give Finn just a moment to calm himself. But now he had two sets of eyes on him. Finn swallowed thickly and his cock twitched against his lower belly.

"Leo, do you still want—?"

"Yes I want it, I want him, m'fucking good for it." Leo let out a soft noise when Logan pulled out.

"You know what to do then, O'Hara. Give him his second and make him messy."

Finn groaned and covered his face with his hands. "You can't just say shit like that after Nutty's just given me the succ of my life and then not let me cum—jesus—" By then, Leo had already shifted, climbing up on top of Finn so Logan could line them up.

Leo looked down at him and gently moved one hand out of the way. "There's my handsome guy. You ready Fish?"

"Yeah baby, fucking give it to me."

Leo wasted no time; he sank down onto Finn’s cock as he guided Finn’s hands to his waist, squeezing them in a quick pulse as Finn got the message and held him there.

Logan almost missed Leo’s hushed “fuck yes” under the punched-out moan that escaped Finn’s lips as Leo found his seat. Finn was beautiful like this, utterly breathless and flushed down to his freckled chest. Logan’s hand was tender as it brushed red hair away from Finn’s eyes.

“I like you desperate,” he murmured, which earned him one of the surprised little laughs Finn often gave them in bed. Logan wanted to kiss the point of his smile-scrunched nose, so he did.

“You two,” was all Finn said before kissing him, as though that answered everything about his current state. Logan’s chest swelled with pride as he realized that for Finn, it did.

The grin on Leo’s face was a little wild, a little sex-drunk, as he started to move (and oh, did he move. Logan had literally just fucked him, but he was still a tiny bit jealous as he watched pure bliss blossom over Finn’s handsome face).

“Holy fuck, Le,” Finn managed. He pushed his hips up a few times, trying to meet Leo, but his shaking legs flattened on the bed after a minute. He was going, going, gone, and so was Leo. Logan wanted to get them the rest of the way there.

"Can you give us another, soleil? Can you cum all over Finn's pretty chest as he fills you up?" Logan kissed Leo's cheek and took hold of his cock, causing a gorgeous little hitch in Leo's hips that had all three of them groaning. "He's so close, aren't you, Rouge?"

"I'm there, I'm there, holy fuck, Le—Lo—baby, I'm there, can I? Let me, please can I?” There was nothing so beautiful as Finn O'Hara spread out and flushed with pleasure and begging to cum. He made the prettiest picture and his cock just felt so good inside of Leo that…

"You can cum, Finn, be good and cum and fill him up." Logan gave him permission and kissed his forehead as Leo threw his head back and rode their redhead as hard as he could.

As long as he lived, Logan would never, ever not be transfixed by the sight of his boys like this. The way Finn arched his back, eyes falling shut as he moaned so pretty and gave himself over to it; the way Leo laughed around a “yes, yes, yes!” as he got what he wanted and then followed Finn close behind, knees jerking inward on either side of Finn’s hips as he came harder than he had the first time, shaking in their hold on him.

It was like Logan could feel it, too, and it made him needy all over again. His cock twitched against his thigh, but he ignored it in favor of stroking Leo through the aftershocks and run fingertips down the ladder of Finn’s ribs as he gave every last drop to Leo.

Soon, though, both of them went a little boneless, Finn slipping out of Leo as Leo pitched forward to lay chest to chest. Finn looked a bit squashed, but he wasn’t complaining; he kissed Leo’s sweat-damp temple and rubbed his back in a slow rhythm. Logan knelt beside them and bit his lip against a groan as he closed a hand around himself, chasing a second orgasm. He’d join the cuddle puddle in a moment, he just needed to…

“Lemme,” Finn slurred, eyes already half-lidded as Leo pet his hair. He shot a hand out but missed, grazing Logan’s thigh; Logan laughed even as he stroked himself faster, gripped a little tighter.

“Stay,” Logan teasingly commanded. “ ‘M close. I’m—merde, you two…”

He jumped a little as he felt a hand grip him by the back of the knee and pull him closer.

“C’mere,” Leo said, sounding just as sleepily sated as Finn even as he urged Lo closer. “On me, on me, please?”

Logan was about to say something about Leo being messy enough, but then Leo arched a little so his ass was on display, displayed for Logan, and said “please?” again. Logan watched as cum trickled out of him and realized it could be his or Finn’s, and that was it—he shifted closer, jacked himself quick and hard for another few seconds, and painted Leo from the small of his back to the tops of his thighs.

All three of them were breathing heavily, sort of all smushed together in a pile of hockey players on their huge bed. That was truly one of the best parts of their sex ritual; however they ended up, they were snuggling. Eventually, Finn cleared his throat.

"So, uh, not to be that guy and question such an awesome thing that brought about mutual orgasms, but like…where the fuck did all that come from?! I mean, I loved it—the voice and the armor and the roleplay and the armor, but like. Where did all that come from?" He flapped his hands a little from where he was pinned under Leo, and it got chuckles out of Leo and Logan. But then Leo turned and peeked at Logan.

"...That's not your suit, is it?"

"Non. It's a rental."

"Right, but from who?"

Logan sat up and kissed Leo's shoulder and got up to get a flannel. "...it might have been Kuny."

"Ohhhh my God, we're about to get chirped so fucking bad," Finn lamented, even as Leo pressed smiley little kisses all over his freckled neck and shoulder.

"Mm, and I'm going to be fucking sore tomorrow, but it was worth it. Right, Marshal?"

"God… You'd make such a pretty Jedi, Le. The prettiest."

"Et moi? Do I get a thank you?" Logan returned with the cloth and began to clean up Leo.

"Consider my crush on Pedro Pascal officially replaced. New celebrity crush is Logan Tremblay in a Mandalorian costume."

"Hear-hear, seconded and the motion passes. But when you give the armor back…" Finn paused and caught Logan's eye with a grin. "Ask if that website has Jedi robes."

[easypeasylindyvesey]

besties lose.

this team had such an amazing regular season, historic. they set the record for most franchise wins, most comeback wins, got the most points, were at the top of the league, won the president’s trophy.

they swept washington, and got through carolina in six.

all of the matchups they were going into (including florida), they were the underdogs.

this team had EVERYTHING. they had the depth, the goaltending, the scoring ability, the POTENTIAL.

and once again, they throw it all away.

the lack of production from the big names (kreids, mika, bread) is, in all honesty, completely unacceptable. you’re supposed to be helping out the team, contributing equally just like everyone else. you are not supposed to be relying on your goalie for the entire series.

speaking of goalies, igor shesterkin is winning the award for playoff MVP. that man gave it his all. every fucking game, he had to stand on his head. he bought all that matcha just for it to lose its magic, because the 5 guys that are supposed to be in his corner FAILED him. he was the best player by a mile. no one would’ve ever measured up to what he was able to do when his team just gave up.

and now a couple of general things:

-i am very proud of laffy, both regular season and playoffs. he really came into his own. he set a new point record (including goals and assists: reg season). you could tell that he was a lot more comfortable and confident in the way he played. i’m very excited for his future here. it’s definitely bright.

-trouba needs to start playing smarter hockey. i’m surprised he didn’t take any penalties tonight, given it’s a common theme. he’s supposed to be the captain, and he can’t record PIMS every single game. i know that he does a good job with leadership off the ice, but he’s gotta start channeling it on there too.

-when the team hired lavi, i was not sure how it was going to go. despite the sadness of the current moment, he got this team to the ECF. he became apart of history with this team. i’m sure all the casuals are gonna be calling for his firing, but i really hope we keep him. he really did work miracles on the season. he always spoke very highly of everyone, even if they were struggling. he was insightful when he spoke to the media, and you could tell he was truly dedicated and excited to work with them.

-i feel that the new acquisitions (cuylle, wennberg, roslovic, rempe, gustafsson, quickie) did a really great job. they all have their own positive qualities they can bring while they play and should be happy to be apart of such a genuine group of people.

-and finally, i started this account in march because none of my friends watch hockey nor care about it, and i thought ‘why not create an account?’ if i’m being honest, there would be times where i would check some of your accounts for updates because i liked your content LOL. but because i didn’t have an actual account set up when it came to posting things, i was scared to follow y’all because you wouldn’t care if it was just a blank account. all i have to say is that i have no regrets. it’s been almost 3 months, and all of you have been so sweet, supportive, and welcoming. i feel like we’re all one little happy friend group that i always wanted. thank you for engaging with me and my account. i feel like all of you understand me more than my actual friends sometimes🤭. don’t worry, i will definitely be staying active during the off-season! i’m excited for the content we’re gonna get, and if there is anything involving jimmy or ryan, you best believe that i will be posting/reblogging it and annoying all of you because it’s what i do best. i’m very grateful to have shared this experience with you, and i can’t wait for more❤️

ok i lied.

my hopes for the 24-25 season:

1) resigning lindy. he had like 4 SOG tonight, and as a defenseman, i’d consider it a rarity. he might not score much, but he always makes good plays when he needs to, and is always giving up his body for the hell of it. he is the real definition of a warrior, and this is what the team needs.

2) resigning schneider. same thing, he’s been very steady for us all year. he’s still 22, so he continues to grow even more. the team needs him too.

3) i’m impartial about kakko, given his contract is up too. he was kinda invisible. i don’t really know if i’d lose my mind if he did get traded, but we’ll see what drury does.

4) quickie playing more games. i know he’s a backup, so he’s not supposed to play all 82, but for being 38 years old and still having the flexibility and active spirit to play a role like that, it was great to watch him in the regular season.

5) this team continuing to give me heart attacks, strokes, and contemplating my existence throughout each game, and then pulling the win out of their ass. why do i hope for this? because it’s what they did best.

forever & always, LGR❤️💙

[whatwasupthere]

So What Happened

Nothing I'm about to put in front of you is a work of fiction.

It's about 1999. I'm 7 years old, and my dad is 56. I know, old dad. It's weird, but he's seen a lot.

We're watching X-Files. We always watch FOX, because our old Zenith television with the knobs and the rabbit ears gets two channels- FOX and ABC, and ABC is showing like... whatever ABC showed at night. It wasn't The Simpsons, so neither of us was getting up to mess with the knob.

That meant The Simpsons, probably King of the Hill, maybe some show that didn't last like The PJs or Titus or something, and then your primetime block before the 10 o'clock news.

So it was around 9:45 PM. I'm up late. Always get to stay up later with dad.

I ask him the question any kid might ask their dad during the X-Files.

"Dad, have you ever seen a UFO?"

Now, you ought to understand- my dad was a bullshitter. He got a kick out of yanking people around, and he'd been alive long enough to have a million ways to do it. He would always start up his tall tales with a healthy "welllllllll," and put his hands on his knees and lean in, as if confiding in you, for the rest.

He didn't do that, this time. If anything, it might've been the first time he addressed me like I was a grown adult, which was odd for a child of seven. Used specific names and measurements, even if I didn't have reference for them because, again, I was seven. But it's that distinctiveness, both in how he chose to speak and his tone, that makes me remember.

He said:

"It was before you were born- I was coming home real late one night, driving through Havelock down Highway 70. And I remember I was looking off to the side of the road at some of the old fields coming up ahead, and I noticed I couldn't see any stars overhead. I pulled off to the side of the road and looked out into one of those fallow fields, and noticed I could see stars, but only past the edge of something. I followed that edge with my eyes and realized I was looking at a big, black triangle, with a light at each corner. It didn't make a sound, and it was just sitting idle there."

Now, as a seven year old, who knows my dad is a bullshitter, I was excited to have some new weird thing to say to my friends at school, and really didn't care whether or not it was true. But it did stick with me, partially because of how he said it, and partially because of my own playground parroting.

And for 23 years, that's all it ever was to me. Just a dad story. He passed away in 2011, and it became one of the little things I had left. One reminder of many, along with his old jacket, some harmonicas, and his keys, complete with Food Lion MVP card and AutoZone membership.

By 2022 I had crossed the entire country, from North Carolina to Iowa to Washington, and I was in a Half-Price Books a couple of buses away from Seattle. I had a small fascination with the "Time Life Mysteries of the Unknown" collection because my grandma had some that I used to enjoy, and I was hoping to start my own collection up. (I currently have 26 of 32.)

The man who curated that section of the store talked with me, and I brought up the subject of my dad's sighting story, and told it just as I did in this post. The man gave me a thoughtful "hmm," and then, "before you were born? Well when was that?"

So I told him, 1992. And he nodded, and said, "well, that makes sense, because in the early 90s, there were lots of those black delta UFOs being seen over Belgium."

And this freaked me right out.

Let me just link you to the wikipedia page for the Belgian UFO Wave real quick.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belgian_UFO_wave

See that CGI reconstruction? That's something I guarantee my dad never saw in his life, he certainly wasn't keyed into Belgian news- he might watch the occasional episode of Inside Edition or 20/20, but this was a guy who didn't much care for news unless it was from city hall and it was about filling potholes.

And yet he described with that strange, talk-to-my-kid-like-an-adult specificity, something so very similar to what's depicted in CGI there.

So after 23 years of nothing, suddenly this tiny bit of connective tissue to my dad- a guy I had complicated feelings about, who I hated for years, who I presently miss dearly- becomes something I really need to understand.

I don't know what the hell he saw, but if I could find out, that would connect us in a way we never got to be when he was alive.

Since then, I've been trying to learn a lot. I gravitate toward guys like Joe McMoneagle and Bob Lazar- men who are, in many ways, extraordinarily boring. And I don't mean that as an insult- they tell their story in a grounded way, and the story never changes. When prompted to dig for more, they don't make up anything new.

I've been listening to a lot of Art Bell- Coast to Coast AM, Dreamland, Dark Matter, Midnight in the Desert, on my commute back and forth to work. It's an interesting way to hear these stories, because he approached his guests with healthy skepticism, but also gave them room to speak, heard them out, and asked questions that continued the conversation.

Sometimes you can tell something is pure woo. Sometimes you hope something is pure woo. But occasionally you see- and I use this phrase a lot, sorry- connective tissue, between one story and the next. Small things, like descriptors of alien behavior, or ship movement, or parts of theories that line up with other theories.

In an effort not to Pepe Silvia myself, I take great care not to cobble together a unified theory of my own- I'm not the one. I can recognize patterns and draw my own conclusions, but I don't dare for a second suggest that any of it is stone-cold fact. Not just yet.

But I do wanna know what dad saw. What was up there?

(If you frequent any of the tags I put on this post, sorry for the lengthy text wall I'm dropping in there. I'd usually do a readmore, but... well, I want this thing to be seen. I want to talk about it, you know?)

[waitmyturtles]

In the midst of today’s GMMTV excitement, I bring you a distraction meta: Kabe Koji, the finale. IT WAS LOVELY. 

What drew me into the show originally was the conceit of the plight of a doujin -- how were the writers of this show going to design the love journey of someone who essentially draws intimate (VERY INTIMATE) manga?

And where they took this show! Episode seven’s revelations of self-hatred. The finale’s revelation of the sympathetic journalist. TSUBASA COMING THROUGH (WHAT?! TSUBASA?). Yamada giving Mamocchi the one final push (YAMADA, THE REAL MVP, THE REALSIES). The taped-up photo at the end. Issei in the apron. 

For a short series, this show was seriously complicated. When I saw Tsubasa coming through for Issei, I realized that I had forgotten the story of Tsubasa’s brother, and how that episode pushed Tsubasa himself to become a great idol -- for the sake of someone else.

And the same with Issei. He became an idol for the sake of someone else. He knew he couldn’t win Mamocchi in high school -- so Issei pushed himself to become a success to remain in Mamocchi’s eyes, somehow, even while not knowing how devoted Mamocchi was to Issei. Issei naively pushed through -- because, I think, naiveté was all that Issei had, as someone who had grown up in such a traumatized household. 

I’m just gushing out thoughts here at the moment, but another twist I loved was the manly tits doujinshi character (did he have a name?!), asking Mamocchi why his life and love were so complicated. I really liked this motif -- while doujinshis are almost always centered around sex and/or intimacy, the ways in which it gets there can be very real and very complicated (that’s a GREAT overgeneralization, by the way, as there are very risqué and controversial doujinshis out there, topics on which I’m not going to touch). But, generally speaking, you know what the doujinshis will be getting at. For the manly tits guy to be asking Mamocchi -- what’s up? -- I think was a useful indication that the world was telling Mamocchi, you are making your love too complicated and inaccessible. You can let go, safely, and find your intimacy with the person who CLEARLY loves you, if you’re willing to find it and see it for what it is.

In this instance, for the sake of development, I liked that there was a time jump. I don’t think enough time was spent on demonstrating that Mamocchi was coming out of his social bubble after the time jump, but the signs were there, even with Mamocchi going to the convention afterparty. Mamocchi needed to slowly start coming out of his shell to recognize, as Yamada was reminding him -- that he could have, and deserve, happiness. 

And this might take me another post, but I feel like there was something really twisted, deep, lovely, and complicated about Issei’s journey, too. While I called him naive earlier, I wonder out loud if what we saw in this episode was a kind of growth, moving forward, moving backwards, protecting Mamocchi, maybe even protecting himself -- all because we know that Issei was traumatized as a child and used his smile to hide his feelings, to protect himself, and to protect others around him from what he was experiencing.

I think Issei needed to come out of his shell, too. We think he had already been out of it, with the way he was coming onto Mamocchi throughout the series. But I think his reading Mamocchi’s final doujinshi was the kind of emotional confirmation that Issei HIMSELF needed to make his final case to Mamocchi. Mamocchi revealed his true feelings in that last doujinshi. He was honest with himself, with the world, with his heart. There was nothing he was hiding anymore.

I think Issei needed to see that to feel safe in HIS love for Mamocchi, and to prepare to make a final confession that would win Mamocchi over. Issei had grown up in a household of hidden hatred, simmering anger, hidden feelings. However, Issei is a character that wears his heart on his sleeve. That’s the way he needed to express love -- and he needed Mamocchi to confirm it, in Mamocchi’s own way, so that Issei could cross the bridge and wrap Mamocchi into a relationship.

Man, I am GOING TO MISS THIS SHOW. Japanese BLs this year have SLAYYYYYYYED ME. SLAYED ME. I did not know what to expect out of Kabe Koji, but this show was UTTERLY FABULOUS. Issei and Mamocchi -- I’m going to miss you guys so much. 

[storybounded]

Adrien uses his earbuds and music to shield himself not only from the world, but from himself as well. Being Lonely and having anxieties are not a great combination, but he doesn't feel comfortable to vent & unload onto others. Although, a couple of his friends are the real mvps and consistently remind him that they are open if he needs to talk. ( I need to make a separate post about it later that goes more in depth, but part of it stems from the fact that he is used to comforting his father after his mother's death. But when it was Adrien's turn, he would be deserted for important and serious business matters. 'Later' became an excuse that the boy got used to hearing. He gave up after a time. Thus, Adrien wasn't supported in the same manner. Adrien is a good listener and is able to show empathy and support to his friends, but he doesn't think so highly about his own feelings. It's something the young teen definitely needs to work on!) But back on subject, Adrien uses music to drown out the loud thoughts within his head, or even attempting to give himself a distraction to make it through the school day without crumbling. Or it could be the simple fact he doesn't really want to engage with others within the outside world. But he isn't the type to get offended if he has to pop them off. Whether his friends takes his attention ( like Nino or Chloe), or if someone is in need of help ( Like Mari falling flat on her face in the library). Although, it's not a habit he does EVERY day. Connecting to his friends is SUPER important to him since he has such a lonely homelife, and he looks forward to hanging out. He doesn't want to lose the people he cares for since life is too short. But it's definitely easy to figure out which days are his struggle days, because on top of hiding behind his earbuds, he is less conversive. Quieter.

[thebookoflcve]

                𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 '𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪                                 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦  𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 : 𝕒 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖

Soul Food II - Logic || Karma - Taylor Swift || Rainy Zurich - The Fray  || Future Me - Echosmith || I’m Ready - Jack’s Mannequin || The Other - Tonight Alive || Orville - Logic (ft. Like, Blu & Exile) || Le Voya9e- Kep1er || 92 Explorer - Post Malone

ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝔽𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕤

(—) ★ spotted!! AYAZ DEMIRCI on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 31 year old looks like  SERKAY TÜTÜNCÜ, but i don’t really see it. while  the PLASTIC SURGEON is known for being COMPASSIONATE my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be PETULANT i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song Soul Food II by Logic.

𝔽𝕦𝕟 𝔽𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕤

Despite living in Ankara for the better part of his childhood, Ayaz is a huge Fenerbahçe fan. This is something that he inherited from his mother who was raised in Istanbul. 

He doesn’t talk about his mother a lot because she left his father when his sister was two years old and he was ten. 

Ayaz got his first tattoo after losing a wager on the world cup and has gotten the bug. He has a full sleeve on his left arm and right leg. He has a few other tattoos scattered about. 

He has a vintage porsche that had been the pinnacle of his father’s all american dream. 

𝔽𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝔹𝕚𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕪: ( tw: death, miscarriage, abandonment, cleft lip mention) 

Born in Ankara, he saw the marred reality of poverty taking hold of lower income areas. The lack of health care pushed him farther down the path towards medicine. Ayaz made landfall in California at nineteen after completing one year at Sabancı University where he transferred to Stanford on a full scholarship.  Once he completed his degree, he was accepted into Johns Hopkins University Medical School.

During his third year of medical school, Ayaz’s father fell ill. Ayaz scrapped together what little money he had to bring his father and his little sister from Ankara for treatment. Sadly, his father died shortly after coming here and left an insurmountable pile of debt in his wake. Confined to the hefty weight of his grief when his father died and the bills that pilled up, Ayaz abandoned his dream in working in pediatrics surgery to pick a specialty that had a more lucrative payout: plastic surgery.    

Ayaz worked nonstop to become the best and took quickly to the craft. His life had become a mundane dance between working and taking care of his sister. He was suffocating in his own self appointed nightmare. That was until his wife came waltzing through the corridor with all of the colors that his gaze had been blind too for so long. She painted in the gaps of his armor and provided him with the last push to accept what his life was and would always be; so long as she was by his side.

It took far too much convincing of her mother, his colleague and the literal MVP in the hospital to sign off on their marriage. Ayaz couldn’t imagine his life without her and would bend heaven and earth to have her. Birth from that effort, they were married and lived happily (until it wasn’t happy).

In their whirlwind romance, the two lacked the tact to talk about the elephant in the room: children. Ayaz wanted nothing more than to be a father.  

Ayaz anxiously awaiting the blessing of being a father. When his wife became pregnant, the child was a miracle as a gift for all of his suffering. He’s been waiting for this day since he’d married his wife; the only catch was that his wife wasn’t so thrilled. He hoped she would be warm up to the idea but before that could happen they lost the baby. The loss and her relief had been the wedge that divided them.

Ayaz loves his wife so deeply he knew he couldn’t put her through the misery of baring a child that she didn’t want. He filed for a separation and drafted the papers but never signed them himself. He continues to allow his lawyer to send out copies of the document to see if she’ll sign first; selfishly he hopes she won’t.

Ayaz recently went on a trip with Doctors without Borders in cooperation with Operation Smile to provide some reconstructive surgeries to children born suffering cleft lip.

He has returned with a renewed sense of self and purpose. Ayaz no longer takes on clients who are seeking cosmetic changes but to help with restorative operations.

ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

Coming Soon!

[sportswriterdad]

Ranking the best Red Sox third basemen in my lifetime

This is part one of a multipart series looking at the best Red Sox players at each position since the mid-1970s, as determined by me. (Two notes: One, you had to be the starter at that position for the bulk of the season to qualify for inclusion. And two, we ranked players by numbers, as well as my own personal set of intangibles.) We start with third base.

17. Glenn Hoffman (1980): One of a couple of guys who was shoehorned into the post-Hobson, pre-Boggs era. A utilityman who ended up taking the majority of reps in a year where it was third baseman-by-committee (Butch Hobson, Larry Wolfe, and Stan Papi also started games at third for the Sox that year), he went 4-42-.285 in 1980 and made 17 errors. (If that sounds like a lot, consider the fact that Hobson made 16 errors in 120 fewer chances. Yikes.)

16. Pablo Sandoval (2015-16): I wanted this to work so baldy — I loved Sandoval when he was with the Giants — but this was, without a doubt, one of the worst deals in recent memory.

15. Wilton Veras (2000): I’ll be honest … I had completely forgotten about Veras, who hit .244 in 49 games for the 2000 Red Sox. I also didn’t know he continued to play baseball for another 10 years after leaving Boston at the end of the 2000 season, spending time in Mexico and China. That’s a dude who loves baseball.

14. Scott Cooper (1993-94): The poor sap who had to follow Boggs after he departed for New York. Was a mostly dependable presence who made the All-Star team both years he was the started for Boston (if only because they didn’t have a lot of All-Star worthy players in that stretch), and went 13-53-.282 in 104 games in 1994. Wikipedia says he became a youth baseball coach and part-owner of a baseball facility after he retired. Good for him.

13. Shea Hillenbrand (2001-02): Daniel Nava for a new generation. A really pleasant surprise when he started as a rookie, he sort of came out of nowhere and won the job with a strong camp in 2001. He finished with 30 homers combined in his first two seasons, and while he was an adventure defensively, he appeared to be a part of a team that was building toward greatness at the start of 2003. But Boston acquired Bill Mueller, and that was pretty much that — he was traded to Arizona for Byung-hyun Kim in early 2003. In all, he played two-plus years and had 33 homers, 170 RBI and a .284 batting average. Pretty good. (I fell down a Hillenbrand rabbit hole, and it’s easy to forget he had a really rocky ride after leaving the Sox, including one incident in Toronto where he angered the manager so much he threatened to punch Hillenbrand in the mouth.)

12. Tim Naehring (1995-97): A perfectly respectable ballplayer who saw time at multiple spots before becoming the everyday third baseman in 1995, he played good defense and hit consistently enough. He just couldn’t stay healthy at all; backs, knee, and shoulder issues really derailed what could have been a nice career. The one year he played more than 120 games was 1995, when he finished with 10 homers, 57 RBI and a .307 average. (He also went 4-for-13 with a homer in the ALDS loss to Cleveland.)

11. Carney Lansford (1981-82): A personal favorite because he wore glasses. (I also had glasses as a kid.) Would have been higher on this list if he had stayed in Boston longer, but among his two-year accomplishments was the 1981 AL batting title, a .338 average, and a sixth-place finish in AL MVP voting that season. Sent to Oakland in a package for Tony Armas after it was clear Boggs could hit big-league pitching.

10. Will Middlebrooks (2013-14): You guys probably all know Middlebrooks’ info — solid, workmanlike third baseman who wasn’t much of a hitter (.237 average and 43 homers in two-plus years in Boston), so I’m going to tell you a personal story:

Between the 2012 and 2013 baseball seasons, we went to a fundraiser in the Boston area at the house of a friend. There were people donating to youth sports programs, and one of them had gotten Middlebrooks to show up, do some glad-handing, sign baseballs, that sorta thing. The guy was as great a guy as you would have hoped. My seven-year-old son — some readers know him as The Kid — wore his Middlebrooks t-shirt, and he talked to him, took pictures, signed a baseball. Just fantastic. Flash forward a few months and we are at Fenway’s Winter Weekend. Middlebrooks is there, and in the middle of a clubhouse tour, he comes over and says hi to my son. “Hey buddy, I remember you.” Made his month.

Needless to say, we remain Middlebrooks fans’ to this day. And that’s why we have him in our Top 10.

9. John Valentin (1998-1999): Bumped over to third with the arrival of Nomar (which he was not a fan of, initially, if you recall), he was likely the best third Red Sox third baseman of the post-Boggs, pre-Mueller era. In the end, he was probably underrated statistically — he had a really impressive 1995-99, and led the league in doubles in 1997 (47) while hitting .306 with 18 homers. Fell off the face of the earth after that 1999 postseason, where he driven 12 runs in the ALDS against Cleveland, and hit .348 in the ALCS against the Yankees. But like Rico Petrocelli (twenty-plus years later), he’ll probably be remembered as a better shortstop than a third baseman.

8. Rico Petrocelli (1975): A shortstop by trade, he spent year at third at the end of his Boston career, a stopgap before Hobson was ready for the bigs. Great shortstop, OK third baseman for one of all-time favorite teams. Let the record show he hit .308 in the 1975 World Series.

7. Butch Hobson (1976-79): I grew up on the mid-70s Sox, so I have a soft spot for Hobson. Love the fact that he hit 30 homers out of the No. 9 hole for the 1977 Crunch Bunch, and added 28 homers in 1979. But he played third base like an SEC quarterback ... which is to say that everyone was thrilled when his completion percentage (to first) was better than 60 percent. If he was a better defensive third baseman (in 1978, he committed 43 errors and had a fielding percentage below .900), he’d be a little higher on this list.

6. Kevin Youkilis (2011-12): It felt like Youkilis was around for years, and while he was in Boston for an awful long time (2004-2011, with a brief return in 2012), in truth, he was the starting third baseman for the better part of two seasons. He only played 100 games at third more than once, 2011. That surprises me a bit.  Anyway, he was every bit the Billy Beane fever dream of an offensive player you recall — including a 2008-10 where he raked, finishing with an OPS of .958 or better in all three years and a third-place finish in the MVP voting (2008). But his totals dropped off a bit after he permanently inherited the third baseman’s job after Beltre left. That’s one of the reasons we have him a little lower than you might expect on this list.

5. Bill Mueller (2003-05): Another third baseman who won a batting title, he of course gets a free pass in Boston for the rest of his life because he singled off Mariano Rivera in the bottom of the ninth in Game 4 of the 2004 ALCS. If he retired right after that, he’d still be able to walk into any bar in the 617 area code and have someone buy him a drink. I remember him homering off Mariano Rivera that July while I was driving down the Southeast Expressway on the way to Cape Cod and pounding on the steering wheel like a madman.

4. Mike Lowell (2006-09): One of the great complementary players of his era, Lowell was to that Red Sox team what Patrice Bergeron has been to the Bruins for the bulk of his career; not quite a superstar, but the sort of guy you need if you’re going to be a championship-driven squad. A pro’s pro. The throw-in in the Beckett-for-Hanley trade, he was the starting third baseman for four seasons, but in his five years in Boston, he was as steady as they come; 80 homers, 374 RBI, 290 BA, and a consistent glove. And who remembered that he was also fifth in the 2007 AL MVP voting. Injuries and Beltre’s presence cut into his playing time in 2010, and he ended up retiring at the end of the 2010 season.

3. Adrian Beltre (2010): Is this the single best one-and-done in Red Sox history? Beltre and Nick Esasky are on the short list. This was prime Beltre, a chapter in what became a Hall of Fame career: 154 games, 49 doubles, 28 homers, 102 RBI. He was an All-Star and was ninth in the MVP voting. (That 2010 team was a weird collection of stopover talent, including Beltre, Victor Martinez, and Mike Cameron.) In an alternate universe, Beltre stays in Boston instead of spending the final eight years in Texas, ends up hitting 600 career homers, and we’re talking about him as one of the best players in franchise history.

2. Rafael Devers (2017-present): The only reason why he’s ahead of Beltre is because there’s unlimited potential there, as opposed to the one year Beltre was in New England. When he barrels up, the sound of the ball coming off the bat is so pure. He hits the ball like it owes him money. He stings as consistently as anyone I can recall. The best possible comparison in my mind is Jim Thome, another lefty who seemingly never had a soft liner. Sure, there’s some recency bias here, but you look at his 2019-2021 — and the fact that he averaged 27 homers, 90 RBI, 36 doubles and 263 total bases those three years, to go along with an OPS of .916 in 2019 and .890 in 2021 — and you have to remind yourself that he did that before the age of 25. The mind reels at what he might be able to eventually accomplish.

1. Wade Boggs (1983-1992): Not a personal fan — anyone who went from Boston to New York the way that he did … eh. But you can’t discount the fact that he was one of the greatest hitters of his generation, and a guy who made himself into a very good defensive third baseman. In the end, he checked every box.

[gorematchala]

I finished inuyasha yesterday and started yasahime today. Inuyasha was great, I think thats pretty well known. It meandered a bit in the middle but it ended really well. The MVP of that series is Kagome's mom for being cool with all of that shit. But so far my feelings on Yasahime generally are "I disagree", and I mean that in a lot of ways

First of all, obviously I would say if Rumiko Takahashi wasn't gonna be doing the whole thing maybe it didnt need to get made to begin with, but then this new guy is introducing a lot of demon lasers that dont need to be there. Like the Soul Stealer didnt need to be explained as demon laser claws and I dont think the Kuwabara soul katana is a compelling weapon for Towa. For all the goofy shit in the original series thats the first instance of like a dumb cartoon weapon, at least to me. Tetsusaiga became a black hole eventually but it wasnt a lightsaber, there was still a sword underneath it. Idk. And the other thing I disagree with might get some weirdos mad at me but I dont think Sesshomaru would've fucked Rin. That seems fuckin weird to me. I interpreted the way he treated her as him being protective of the innocence of a child. It was a big step for him as an asshole to feel compassion for a human who was completely helpless and weak. He looks down on them for that weakness in general, but Rin showed him kindness when he was helpless himself. That was his foot in the door to becoming a better person. But I dont think that would've been enough for him to take a human wife and certainly not Rin who was more like a daughter to him. He hardly ever spoke to her directly. And I'm sure its not as confusing as my brain is making it but I still dont get the timeline of when she became old enough to have his kids. And how their kids would be the same age as Moroha

The other thing thats bothering me is that they're trying way too hard to get lesbians into this shit. Never in all of the original series did they take multiple entire pages to have girls lose their minds about tomboys in suits. Men wanted to be with Sesshomaru and women wanted to be him because hes fucking cool and hot. There didnt need to be people screaming and cumming about it. There is too much fucking text in modern manga. And in this post

[dontforgetoctober3rd]

Hockey Tag Wooooo

Got tagged by @againstthegrainphoto for this CURSE YOUUUU but anyway here it is!

Rules:

List your number 1 team: Vegas Golden Knights! I wasn't there right from the very beginning but i did start rooting for them in their very first season right in the middle of when all the goalies were going down. I was like yesss i love an underdog story! I love sparkle and glitter and pizzaz! They just seemed so fun. I thought rooting for the new (at the time) team would be a perfect way to get into hockey since they didn't have a history with drama...and then they went and became sworn enemies of the Sharks and made it all the way to the cup final that same year lmaooooo but i love them even more now

Favorite Goalie: oof this has to be a toughie but I really like two of them, the first being my team's very own Robin Lehner because he shows that you really can grow and change as a person (will always love him for kneeling with Reavo, that was iconic) and i also like that his nickname is Panda lmao. My second fave has to be the iconic Ilya Bryzgalov, because he, even for a goalie, was considered a weirdo just for daring to show a little personality and also I just think its hilarious that the Flyers still have to pay him through 2027 lmaoooooooo

What my jersey number would be: oh it would without a doubt be 96, the year I was brought to the USA. Not only would my life be vastly different if i had never been brought here but I would be a totally different person.

The team I would play for: oh my oh myyyyyyy...Listen, I love Vegas but I honestly would LOVE to be a goalie for the Bruins (DON'T ANYBODY COME FOR ME FOR THISSSSS) I've always thought bears in general are cool and as much as I love clowning on Boston as a city, I think their nickname is really really cool (the city of champions wooo)

Current favorite player: Jonathan Marchessault, look i just love underdog stories i practically collect them like pokemon ok! He was undrafted as a rookie and then after putting his work for a few years, his third team decides he isn't worth protecting when the expansion happens. He wasn't a superstar at first but he put in the work and dragged that MVP award and Stanley Cup kicking and screaming into his grasp. The man runs on pure spite, if his enemies go low he goes lowER and I LOVE IT

A Trade that hurt me emotionally: oh god where do i begin!? I have so many but I gotta go with Flower's trade. He was the heart and soul of this new team of misfits, a team that fit his personality, and he was basically thrown away like yesterday's garbage smh

What has my experience on hockeblr been so far: Honestly? I love it, even with all the drama . I once insulted Quinn Hughes in the tags of a post and his fangirls CAME for me lmao caling me a whore and everything but it was no skin off my back, I just got my boyfriend, Block Button, to take care of that for me hahahah. But overall I would say hockeyblr is pretty friendly in general, especially in comparison to twatter and instagram.

Alrighty, then i have to tag peeps whose hockey business I'd like to know so i tag: @lollo12589

Only do it if you wanna lmaoo

[anonymousotherworld]

just watched the last 2 ep of pyramid game~~

here are my thoughts on the drama (mostly the finale). please feel free to share your thoughts here as well!

[content warning? mentions of abuse, stalking]

(this post contains spoilers: if you wish to avoid spoilers to the drama, don't keep reading)

like is suji the new class leader since doa got expelled? or did she transfer? the introduction is the same as when she first got transferred to the class.

this will be a little scattered and all over the place. I'm just typing as I think of things to say!

the ending?? the twins saying they want to play baek harin's game and then entering *the* class ?? sung suji introducing herself ?

I wonder if there will be a 2nd season or if this is just one of those dramas that end on a cliffhanger.

ngl at first I thought woori was yerim's stalker because of how much she checked yerim's instagram. I'm really proud of her though! the actress did such a good job portraying her character

and jang daah omg. her acting is so good! she portrayed baek harin's madness so well. justifying her actions by using the fact that she was bullied. hurt people really do hurt people. same as dayeon. she was abused and became abusive towards others. I'll be honest I don't feel bad for them though. just because you've experienced bad things, doesn't mean you have a free pass to be a bad person.

I really like that this was 10 episodes. the show was well paced! the plot twist at the end of every episode made me so addicted. if I started watching this after it had ended, i probably would have binged the show in one sitting.

although the craziest character in my opinion is the orphanage lady. the teacher(?) that created Pyramid Game & penalized literal children?? like how can you do that to kids?? telling yang soeun that she'll lose her blanket & blouse if she doesn't do well?? and not giving the kid enough food because she only got 1 question right?? that's abuse.

I really the convenient store guy/woori's brother. his constant reaffirmation that it's not the girls' fault that they got bullied. he was truly a mvp of the show.