#he went from smiling to That in 0.25 seconds

[ninzied]

Tonight, Henry's silly and warm and ready, his body quick and smooth to give Alex what he's looking for, laughing and incredulous at his own responsiveness to touch. Alex leans down to kiss him, and Henry murmurs into the corner of his mouth, "Ready when you are, love."

[rukia-writes]

Hello rukia, can I request for Ares x reader when his s/o tells him that she’s expecting his child?

Ares x (fem) reader

A/N: absolutely 👍🏻 Ares deserves a lot of love.

Warnings: none. Just cuteness.

Ares was out hunting with his friends.

It seemed like an eternity had went by that (Name) waited patiently for him to return, it didn’t dawn on her that Ares might not return that day as sometimes Ares’ hunting could last days if not weeks.

This time however, Ares had returned much earlier than (Name) expected. Announcing himself that he was back (Name) gladly welcomed him back home, Ares was in truth a bit worried about leaving (Name) all alone as he was aware she was sick and just overall very tired.

So Ares cut his hunting short, even though he told (Name) that there was nothing out there to hunt. Ares didn’t try to conceal the fact that he was worried however, as he asked (Name) how the visit to Greek gods health clinic went.

“Yes, about that. About that, well I found out why I’ve been feeling tired and sick lately.”

“Is it because of my cooking? I really tried my best and followed the instructions-“

Ares went on and on about his cooking and how he kindly blamed himself potentially getting her sick, even though that wasn’t the case. Ares had prepared a dinner a few weeks ago as a way of getting on to (Name)’s graces and since it was around the time of (Name)’s supposed sickness he blamed himself. As he rambled on (Name) did her best to get a word in but Ares wasn’t listening, at least not until lightly pinched his lips to make him stop talking.

“No, Ares. It wasn’t your cooking. The reason I’ve been tired and sick lately is because I’m..We’re expecting a baby.”

“…oh. A baby, that’s what causing you to-“

Ares quickly realized what he heard and in the span 0.25 seconds he had went thru emotions of worry and happiness. The worry of him being a father and the happiness of finally being one. The worry of (Name) having complications during childbirth and the happiness of (Name) being pregnant with his child.

Ares went through all the emotions and more in less 0.25 seconds.

“You’re…We are having a baby?”

Ares asked as he pointed to (Name)‘s stomach with a mixture of happiness and curiosity, nodding her head with a smile (Name) confirmed she was having a baby. One minute she was standing and the next she was up in the air as Ares had picked her up by the waist with ease while happily repeating, “Baby! Baby! We are having a baby!” Over and over.

The only reason Ares stopped was because he noticed (Name) making a sick face from being flung around in the air, hugging his beautiful (Name) close to his chest Ares vowed to always be there for both of them and by the end of the day Ares had told everyone in the Greek pantheon.

Now the next few months would be Ares spoiling his beloved (Name) with gifts and making sure all her needs was met and some days Ares didn’t let her get out of bed. Sometimes, Ares would call the baby a jelly bean after finding out that babies at eight weeks are the size of a jelly bean.

While it was true Ares was the god of war, he was proud to be a dad and couldn’t wait until the day he holds his “jelly bean” in his arms.

❣️Rukia-Writes❣️

[lafleshlumpeater]

lover thoughts:

i forgot that you existed:

cruel summer: 5/5

' "i love you," ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?'

i'm actually so not normal about this song. every time i tell myself i've gotten over it, i listen to it again and literally start thrumming on the spot. cruel summer will always have a place in my heart above all other songs bc it's what got me listening to the rest of taylor's songs. it gives me a lot of forbidden love/one sided love pining vibes, two of my favourite tropes. the bridge is so fun to scream to, it's such a summer song, and it just slaps differently. will never not be good to me tbh, it doesn't deserve ANY hate

lover: 4.25/5

'have i known you twenty seconds, or twenty years?'

the one and only title track. it embodies the full album so well, and is just such a masterpiece. i usually don't like the title tracks of taylor's albums as much as the others, however lover is probably the only exception. every time this song plays, you just think of THAT person. beautiful. the only reason i haven't given this song 5/5 is because sometimes i MIGHT skip lover if i've had a bad day or just not in the mood- basically it's not a song that uplifts you or can be played whenever. on the other hand i gave it an extra 0.25 because of the live performance of lover the first show after the breakup was announced officially- seeing the opposite and sad side of that song which i had never even thought about made me love this song so much more

the man: 4/5

'when everyone believes ya, what's that like?'

I SIMPLY DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY THIS SONG GETS SO MUCH HATE?? it's such a bop, and i can only dream of angry singing this with a huge crowd with thousands of other girls. it's the perfect angry iconic song, and i can't remember ever skipping it. also the blazers and silver + red bottomed shoes from the eras tour are so iconic. again, i can't think of a negative element of this song except that i don't think it directly links to the main theme of the album, however it still somehow fits. i also like how the lyrics aren't saying that all men lie, cheat, are narcissistic, etc but instead how people disregard these things ONLY when they're done by men, however accuse women of these same things

the archer: 1.5/5

'screaming, who could ever leave me, darling? but who could stay?'

listen. i can't like this song, and i have genuinely tried. i'm not sure what it is, maybe the constant repetition of the same lyrics (but i understand that was done deliberately to create a certain effect). one thing i can give it credit for, however, is that i think the lyrics and the beat convey exactly the message and emotions she wanted it to convey. but yeah. i'm not particularly partial to many of the track fives either. also don't attack me but i've been waiting for this to be cut from the setlist forever BUT another thing i can give it credit for is the iconic 'the archer' pose

i think he knows: 4.75/5

'he's so obsessed with me, and boy i understand- boy i understand'

again, another underrated bop. tbh i never took much interest in this song, but a few weeks back i heard it for the first time in a while and it just went so hard. the clicking beat in the back (listen, i don't know my musical terms), the LYRICS, the implications of the song contrasting the kinda upbeat happy-go-lucky sound of it is just so good and quite unlike taylor's usually style. also, one thing she doesn't do enough in her song's that i'm OBSESSED with is singing particular lyrics in such a way that you can hear her expressions (like the cheeky smile you can hear in the lyric i wrote above, and in 'it's like i'm seventeen no-one understand, no-one understands'), and because she does this TWICE in one song makes it so precious to me. idk i'm just such a i think he knows defender it's so slept on

miss americana and the heartbreak prince: 3.75/5

'boys will be boys then, where are the wise men?'

THIS SONG IS SO GOOD. like to me this song has always been the embodiment of taylor and just the journey she's been through and everything that's happened along the way (even though it doesn't explicitly mention anything, but that's just the vibes it gives me). opening the eras tour with this song was such a good choice that tbh i never expected, but yeah. again, the hate for this song is so unsolicited like... the only reason i haven't given this song a higher score is because it's a great song, but when compared to the rest of the album, it's not one of my tops.

paper rings: 3.75/5

'i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this'

WHY SO MUCH HATE FOR SUCH A CUTE SONG?? this song is so fun and i love listening to paper rings sped up to practically rap to it 😭😭 it literally embodies the friends to lovers trope so well, and it's so FUN i honestly don't understand the hate. it was actually one of the first songs from lover that i listened to. again, the only reason this isn't ranked higher is because this would definitely be in my top ten lover songs, but not top five. also, like lover, sometimes you're just angry or sad and this is definitely NOT the song for those sort of moods

cornelia street: 5/5

'and baby, i get mystified by how this city screams your name'

I DESPISE MY PAST SELF FOR INITIALLY NOT LIKING THIS SONG. i could go on and on about cornelia street for hours, it's the perfect mix of bittersweet and a cute love song. tbh, i've always considered it a sweet song until i saw the performance of when she did it acoustic as a surprise song, and girl was ANGRY (if there's something anyone should know about my ts preferences, is that i am OBSESSED with her angry performances- they give songs so much more meaning and offer a very different perspectives to songs in some cases), and ever since then i've only ever seen it as a resentful and reminiscing breakup song. also i've only just realised after listening to cornelia street and false god back to back that she says 'i get mystified by how this city screams your name' and in false god she says 'i'm new york city'... ughhh i will never get over this song

death by a thousand cuts: 2.5/5

'my heart, my hips, my body, my love, trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch'

again, this song is so great but i feel like it doesn't resonate with me as much as it does with others. like yes i will sing along (and scream the bridge, bc it carries the whole song in my opinion) but i would much rather listen to something else off of lover. but i can definitely see myself coming to love this song so much if i put the effort in, but to be perfectly honest i have not done that 😭😭

london boy: 4.25/5

'show me a grey sky, a rainy cab ride, babe don't threaten me with a good time'

yet again. why so much hate for such a cute song?? it captures the feeling of being in love so well, and it's just so upbeat and fun. also, after the breakup and 'so long, london', it hits so different and in a good way tbh. it was also one of the first songs from lover that i genuinely would never skip, and for that reason i listened to it too much (which is why i didn't rank it a little higher). london boy is such a bop and i will never be convinced otherwise

soon you'll get better:

false god: 5/5

'and you can't talk to me when i'm like this, daring you to leave me just so i can try and scare you'

everyone and their MOTHER knows how obsessed i am with this song. i will never, ever get sick of it and it's so slept on!! why does everyone always rank it so low?? the jazzy saxophone, the outro, the metaphors, everything about this song just slaps so hard. definitely in my top five ts songs out of all her albums, i just love it so much. no words for this song except for perfection. taylor really ate with this and only few can recognise it, i really wish she would write more false god/so it goes/i don't wanna live forever/dress-esque songs

you need to calm down: 3.25/5

'and we see you over there on the internet, comparing all the girls who are killing it'

this song is honestly such a bop and fine to vibe to but again... compared to other songs on lover it would not be ranked very high. the bridge is so fun tho and her expressions she makes during singing the bridge at the eras tour are so fun. also i more often than not find myself skipping it but at the same time i do find myself craving it. also the 'idon'twannamesswithyourselfexpression' part is so fun to rap to fr

afterglow: 4.5/5

'this ultraviolet morning light below, tell me this love is worth the fight, oh'

i don't think afterglow is AS underrated as some others, but i feel like it's really overshadowed by daylight. the 'woah's and 'oh's in this song are SO GOOD, and the lyrics are just out of this world. tbh i've only really started being obsessed with this song recently, but it's genuinely such a banger. the performance of it at the eras tour was SO GOOD, genuinely made me want to cry. it's kind of like cornelia street, in the sense that it initially sounds like a sweet, yearning love song but is really just 'you're losing me' prior to the realisation that a relationship needs effort from both sides to make it work...

me!: 3/5

'and when we had that fight out in the rain, you ran after me and called my name'

I WILL ALWAYS DEFEND THIS SONG. it's so fun and upbeat, and (i think?) one of the few songs which highlight individuality and being different. i don't understand the hate for it, and it's genuinely disappointing to see how some people reacted to having me as a surprise song at the eras tour- i can sympathise with not liking the song, but being downright annoyed or angry is unjustified. i feel like if people genuinely tried to like it, they could- also, i think i feel like it's a 'thing' now where people just hate me! only because everyone else does, because in some comments sections you'll find EVERYONE defending it and in others EVERYONE absolutely slamming it

it's nice to have a friend: 3.25/5

'light pink sky up on the roof, sun sinks down, no curfew'

again, underrated and slept on. i like the 'ooh's throughout the whole song, it makes it sound so nostalgic and makes you miss something that you never had. i love the platonic aspect of this song as well as the undertones of friends to lovers- it's one of those songs that will never be uninteresting. the only reason i have not ranked it higher is yet again, there are other songs on lover that i would choose over inthaf any day

daylight: 3.75/5

'i don't wanna look at anything else now that i saw you'

this would probably be a little higher however afterglow really outdoes this song for me (idk why but i've always associated these two songs together 😭😭. however i will say this bridge was written so well, however i'm not sure if i like the key change in the bridge, i prefer the lower (again, forgive my lack of technical terms ejhdbjwh) pitch/tone she sings the rest of the song in. but i do like the fact that this is the last track of the album, i think it really fits and is just such a great conclusion to the whole thing, and the whole idea about there being 'daylight' after a 'dark night' and how that parallels that this song is the last on lover.

[hawkins-losers]

My little rockstar (part 5) | Robin Buckley x OC

Robin woke up with a smile on her face. Teresa had pretty much confirmed a very important piece of information: she liked girls too. Finally, someone who was on her team!

And, she said Robin was pretty. Robin’s cheeks flamed up at the memories.

She didn't want to get her hopes up, though. Just because Teresa had said she was pretty doesn’t mean she likes her like that. They’ve only talked a couple times and most conversations had been job related.

Robin’s thoughts were interrupted as her alarm went off, blaring an ear-buzzing noise.

Shit. She was going to be late to work.

.

''You're late,'' Keith pointed as Robin walked through the door. Her Family Video green vest was slipping from her shoulder and her helmet was still on her head. ''Steve was on time.''

''Ha! I'm the favorite employee now,'' Steve said with a cocky tone.

''Wrong. I still don't like you, Harrington.''

Robin ignored them and went to the backroom to drop her bag and helmet.

When she came out, she saw Keith and Steve bickering about where to place the new candy display. It was a new kind of Pop Rocks that should crack for five whole minutes. Crazy, uh?

''I say we should put the display by the register so customers will see it when they wait in line and pick snacks for their movie night.''

''Bad idea,'' Steve argued. ''Kids will steal from the display. I caught five kids eating candies while their parents were in line last week. I had to tell them off for putting a non-paid lollipop in their mouth and when I told their parents that they had to pay for the candy, they put a fight and refused!''

''I hope you charged the candy or I'll be taking it from your next paycheck.''

''Did you hear what I said, Keith? The parents-''

''Amateurs.'' Robin shook her head, discouraged by their stupidity. ''When I catch one doing that, I simply charge the candy without telling the parent. They never notice the extra 0.25$ on their receipts.''

.

On Thursday, Robin went over to Teresa's. She was babysitting her brother, but her parents had allowed her to have a friend over. They played a game of Trouble and watched E.T., per Edwin's request. He animatedly explained the whole movie to Robin, as if she had never seen it. It was cute. By the end of the movie, he was half asleep on his sister's shoulder.

''Whatever you do, don't fall asleep,'' Teresa said at the same time as Nancy on the screen.

The girls had switched the movie and made more popcorn once Edwin was put to bed. It was barely 9pm, Robin wasn't ready to go home yet. After having a debate on which movie they'd be watching, their choice had ended on Nightmare of Elm Street.

''I didn't sleep for days when I first watched this movie,'' Robin declared, taking some popcorn from the bowl.

''The bath scene scarred me,'' Teresa confessed, grabbing her can of soda. She took a sip. ''Can you imagine being in your bath and this creep's hand pops from the water?''

Robin's cheeks flushed.

The bath scene was engraved in her mind too, but not because of the same reason. Heather Langenkamp may or may not have been her gay awakening. She had watched that scene too many times while her parents weren't home, wishing her hand was Freddy's. Robin kept that anecdote to herself, though.

When the bath scene came on the screen, Robin forced her eyes away, uncomfortable to watch in presence of Teresa. It was the longest fifty-four seconds of her life.

[yukichilovesbakugo]

Within Reach

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Chapter 3

Warnings: Cursing

Master List

It didn't take long for your acceptance letter to arrive. You got in with 65 villain points and only 10 rescue points. Apparently they docked points because you went out of bounds. Didn't matter much to you though, you got in! Bakugo was pretty pissed when he found out you all made it. He wanted to be the only one. Though, to be honest, he seemed more upset that the mouse made it rather than anyone else. Today was your first day at U.A. Academy. Your class was the ever so popular 1-A, and you had a feeling you'd have two of the same classmates from middle school. A small chuckle escaped your lips thinking about it as you slid on your skirt. When you had the whole uniform on, you stood in the mirror. Although you liked function over fashion, you just loved skirts. They were breathable, they flowed well, and they could look both cute and sexy. You loved them. You heard your alarm go off, letting you know it was time to leave for school. After saying goodbye to you grandfather, you headed out. As luck would have it, after a few blocks you ran into Bakugo. Instead of running up to him, you simply teleported next to him.

"Hey." You greeted. The poor boy nearly had a heart attack.

"JESUS FUCK!! WHY DO YOU DO THAT!?" He exploded. Literally. You just shrugged your shoulders.

"It's just easier than trying to catch up normally."

"Well at least warn me or something, asshole." The boy grumbled walking forward.

"You should just expect me to come out of nowhere." You teased a bit as you followed.

"What, are you stalking me?" He gave you a grossed out look. A sigh rang out.

"More like you're always were I am." You shook your head.

"Tch, whatever." He slouched over.

"So, what class are you in?"

"Not telling, shorty. What about you?"

"Guess you'll find out, huh?" You let out a deep yawn. The walk to school wasn't terribly long and you guys ended up getting there pretty fast. You guys searched around and finally found the door labeled 1-A. As both of you reached for the handle, you sighed.

"Same class again." You grabbed the door and pulled it open. After taking a look at the seating chart, you found your seat. Right. Next. To. Him. 'Fate has something against me.' You groaned. The blond just sat down and kicked his feet up. Soon a tall boy with glasses came up to talk to him. You tried to ignore them when you saw a certain green haired boy open the door. You shouted out to him.

"Oi, mouse!" He froze and looked at you.

"Y-yes!?" Poor boy was shaking as you approached him.

"You got in, didn't you? So stop shivering in your shoes." You smacked his shoulder. The tall guy named Iide, something like that, came over as well. You peered over your shoulder to see the blonde click his tongue. When you turned back, a cute brunette and a man in a sleeping bag had appeared. Everyone quickly focused on the man. He got out of his bag.

"I'm Shota Aizawa, your teacher." He started to talk while pulling something out of his bag. "Now hurry up and change then shove off to the PE ground." He then took his leave. The class was left in wonder while you just did as told. You quickly got changed. On your way, you teleported periodically to the field. Of course you were the first one there beside Aizawa. You had recognized your teacher as Eraserhead, the hero that could cancel out quirks.

After waiting a bit, a gust of wind came. It was mildly strong. Your h/l, h/c colored hair blew behind you. Some leaves flew past you. You turned slightly to see someone had arrived. There stood the blonde, who clicked his tongue and looked away. He strolled up to you, but refused to make eye contact.

"What's up with you?" You tried to peak at his face. With his hand he pushed your face back.

"Nothing!" He grumbled as you smacked his hand away. You definitely thought he was acting weird, but you just shook it off.

"Whatever." You guys stood in silence as you waited for the others. After a while, he spoke again.

"Hey-" his eyes glanced at you before he heard the voices of others. "Tch." He shoved his hands into his pocket. The others joined and Aizawa started talking. He explained the quirk assessment and told the class that whoever gets last place will be expelled. The test were fairly easy for you. With the 50 meter dash, you got the best time, 0.25 seconds. It startled everyone a bit at first. For the other test you tried to find creative ways to use your quirk. Then it came to the ball throw. When it was your turn you grabbed the ball from him.

"Aizawa-sensei. You said not to leave the circle, but is the space above it fair game?" He pause for a second, then nodded. You continue to the circle. You stood there, then disappeared. If the students looked in the sky, they could see that you teleported far above and threw the ball. They got a bit scared to see you fall to the ground, but you just teleported back to the circle. Your teacher held up the screen that read '352.7 meters'. After you yawned you returned next to Bakugo. Next up was the mouse. When he grabbed the ball, he seemed to be in conflict with himself. That's when you noticed that Aizawa activated his quirk. He erased whatever the mouse was going to use. This peaked you intrest.

"Weird." You mumbled underneath your breathe. The blonde side eyed you. After the teacher gave the mouse another chance, you figured it out. Before the ball even left his hand, you put two and two together. That was when the ball went flying. The blonde was in utter shock. He then started to charge the green haired boy, quirk going.

"DEKUUU!" It seemed you and Aizawa had the same idea. The man used his quirk and ropes to stop Bakugo while you teleported in front of him, staring him down. As the boy calmed down and walked away, you eyed the mouse.

"I never would have thought..." you trailed off as you followed Bakugo. Soon the other test were completed and the score board was showed. You didn't really care of your rank so you just started to head back to change.

"Hey," you heard a strange voice and turned around. A yellow haired boy walked up to you. "I'm Denki Kaminari, nice to meet you." He smiled at you, but you just looked at him blankly.

"F/n L/n. A piece of advice, staring at people can be considered rude." The boy flinched and let out a nervous chuckle. He had been stealing glances at you since class started.

"O-oh. I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it. You're so beautiful." He winked at you. With a blank face, you spoke.

"Thanks, I guess." You turned to leave when he grabbed your arm.

"W-wait." He tried but you teleported a few meters forward. With a scary voice, you gave a warning.

"Don't touch me, I don't like it." You turned back to him. "And you should give up now. I'm not here to make friends." When you went to leave again, you were met by the blonde.

"Oi, go get changed." He demanded with his arms crossed. After a sigh, you walked away. Unbeknownst to you, the blonde gave the flirt a pretty nasty look before leaving aswell. Once you had changed and gathered your things you went to go home.

°•°•°•°

On your way out the gate you saw the boy Kaminari. He went to cross the street, but there was a speeding car. The horn sounded and the boy looked up in horror. Within a split second, you teleported to him and then the sidewalk. You held his arms.

"You okay?" Your e/c eyes met his golden ones. His heart skipped a beat. He ended up short circuiting and shocked you a bit with his quirk. You flinched slightly, thinking you scared him.

"OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY!!!!" He bowed at you profusely. You let out a rather long sigh then spoke.

"It's okay. I didn't mean to startle you, sorry. Just be more careful." After pausing for a moment, you noticed your quirk felt weird. You mentally cursed at yourself. Electric type quirks were your weakness. This is why you didn't want to touch him.

"Oi, shorty, you okay?" A deep voice rang out. You turned to see the blond jogging up to you. Just when he was near, your quirk 'glitched'. You teleported rapidly three times, each time within a foot from your original spot. It ended where it started though. "W-what the!?" His red eyes stared at you. Next to you the yellow haired boy stood in shock aswell. You let out a frustrated wine, then explained.

"For some reason, electric quirks always cause me to lose control of my quirk temporarily. It's such a pain." The pikachu boy stared at you in horror. He felt so terrible for doing that to you. Now the other boy, he glared at the yellow haired mess. He had seen the whole thing, and he new that Kaminari didn't mean to hurt you, but he was still a little upset at him. You started to feel some pain gradually build in your head. You knew it was coming. One thing you didn't mention was that it could also cause you get really bad headaches sometimes. "I'm going to head home. You guy be safe." You turned to leave. When the blond went to follow, you turned back again. Your quirk glitched again. "Alone, please." This time you left for good, taking a short cut to the shrine. Poor Bakugo stood, wondering if he did something wrong. He shot Kaminari one last glare, then went to go home aswell. He was deep in thought. All throughout the day, he has had a funny feeling in his chest. To make matters worse, it was only with you around. He doesn't understand it though. Maybe something's wrong with him?

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[squishysvt]

If I’m Lucky - Ch.6`You

Member: Ten (NCT) Genre: fluff  Word Count: 1,894 A/N this turned into a text fic for 0.25 seconds, hope it doesn’t seem out of place? And although this chapter is filled of my personal writing standard of fluff, there’s like…this bit at the end. Not all that bad, don’t worry :) -Admin Ay

Ch.1`Ten ~ Ch.2`You ~ Ch.3`Ten ~ Ch.4`You ~ Ch.5`Ten ~ Ch.6`You ~ Ch.7`Ten

recap: “Oh, hey, what time is it?” You interrupted Ten’s thoughts. 

When he had pulled out his phone to check, he had gotten a glance of the date on his screen, the bright text ingrained into his eyes. It had now been six years since the first time he killed.

   You laid in your bed, unable to sleep as thoughts ran through your head. Ten’s sketchy behavior replayed in your memory once you got home from the night out with him. He was shaking, and barley cognizant of his surroundings. The scene was scarily similar to the night you had stayed at his house.

   From the time you had first met Ten you got a general idea of his character. On the surface he seemed nice and approachable, but his smile seemed to hide loads of secrets, as cliche as that sounded. You didn’t tend to be the pushy type, always knowing when to keep your nose out of things. However, the mysterious attraction to Ten that you felt initially still hadn’t managed to wear off.

    After moments of contemplation, you decided to text the only other person you knew that could satisfy your curiosities. Very much aware that it was well past midnight, you picked up your phone from your bedside to text Johnny.

You: Hey. [sent 2:45 a.m.]

Johnny: Hi? Why are you up [received 2:47 a.m.]

You: I could ask you the same thing

   Anyway, do you know what’s up with Ten? [sent 2:47 a.m.]

Johnny: oh wow. And here i thought you just wanted to talk to me. [received 2:48 a.m.]

You: har har

   But seriously, i think something’s bothering him. He seems really…out of it. [sent 2:48 a.m.]

Johnny: Uh, i don’t really know. I haven’t talked to him for a bit but I think i know what you’re talking about. I’ve tried asking before but he doesn’t really…tell me what’s going on in that head of his. [received 2:49 a.m.]

You: oh. [sent 2:49 a.m.]

Johnny: he gets like this every now and then. At this point i’ve learnt to just wait it out until he gets better [received 2:49 a.m.]

   You tossed your phone onto the other side of the bed, not bothering to respond. Of course getting the information you wanted wouldn’t be that easy. Especially when it came to Ten.

   You sunk into your bed, burying your face into your pillows. Despite how Ten regularly treated you, you wanted to make him feel better. Admittedly, you also had somewhat of an ulterior motive to break through his walls and reveal the things he hid. Afterall, how many people could put “softened up a mysterious pretty boy” on their list of accomplishments?

   Ideas of how to get Ten to confide in you, or at least return to his normal self, ran through your mind as you made a mental checklist. You figured it would be best not to force him out of the comfort out of his own home. The last time you had hadn’t gone so well.

   The later it got, the less you were able to think coherently. You located your phone and turned it on to text Ten. Figuring out an actual plan could come later.

You: Are you available this weekend?

   Don’t you dare ignore me. I’ve taught myself how to pick locks since the last time i was locked out. [sent 3:16 a.m.]

   You waited a few minutes to see if he would respond. Then you remembered this was the first time you had ever contacted him over the phone.

You: this is Y/N btw [sent 3:20 a.m.]

   After a few more minutes, you accepted that Ten wasn’t going to respond any time soon and forced yourself to sleep. You had morning classes in a few hours and wanted to at least get a few hours in before you went.

   It was finally the weekend, as you stood outside of Ten’s apartment, bags in hand carrying blankets, snacks, and your laptop. To say you were excited to hang out with your favorite edgelord was an understatement.

   You sat through most of your lectures not paying attention, instead thinking about the upcoming weekend. You had woken up the night after you texted Johnny to a dry “yes” from Ten (not like you expected anything else from him), and had immediately thought of the perfect activity to do with him. An in-home movie date under your softest blankets. Of course, it would take place at Ten’s apartment. Your flat wasn’t exactly the best definition of clean, and despite Ten’s looking like a picture from a modern house magazine, you’ve grown very fond of it. His apartment had become more comfortable than any local library or tumblresque cafe.

    You kicked at the door, hands occupied with all of your things. You huffed as you waited for him to answer, unsure of if he really was taking years to come to the door, or if it was just the weight of your bags disorienting your sense of time.

    The door swung open, revealing a disgruntled Ten, hair disheveled and glasses fogged.

   “Why didn’t you just pick the lock?”

   Despite how much you enjoyed how soft and certainly tired he looked, it would not stop your quick tongue.

   “You must be dumb while you’re sleepy, my hands are full.”

   Ten gave you a look of what could only be classifed as irritation. It didn’t affect you, considering just how often he looked at you that way. You pushed past Ten as you made your way into his home.

   “Why are you here anyway?”

   You placed the bags down on the couch and hummed, “We’re having a movie night!”  

   Ten only nodded and flopped on the couch beside your bag.

   As you unpacked your things you could feel him watching you from his seat, his stare making you quite self conscious of your actions.

   “What are we watching?” Ten punctuated his question with a yawn. His features stretching and creasing as he did so. His wireframe glasses slightly slid down the bridge of his nose. You took a moment to admire his appearance before responding.

   “I don’t know, I thought I’d leave that up to you.”

   Ten seemed to be pondering as he spoke, “I don’t really keep up with movies, there’s nothing I can think of.”

   You opened up your laptop and set it down on the coffee table across from the couch. As it was taking forever to start up, you decided to sit next to Ten.

   “There’s gotta be some movie you liked as a kid?” You nudged Ten with your leg.

   “There was this one movie I remember watching…girl…My Girl?”

   You gasped as dramatically as you possibly could and rested your hand on his shoulder, as if confronting a child that had said a bad word. “Do you want me to break down into a crying mess tonight?”

   Ten shrugged before explaining himself any further. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen it. I don’t really remember what happens.”

   You reached forward to grab your laptop as you tried to locate the movie. Ten kept quiet as you searched away, trying to keep from drifting off. You wondered why he was so tired today, as he seemed to be more of the early-rising type. Maybe it was another nightmare that kept him from getting a good night’s rest. Or maybe he was just power-writing an essay for class like you had been last night. Either way, you doubted the both of you would manage to stay awake for most of the movie session.

   The first movie went well, you would say. You had only shed about six genuine tears, which was definitely an improvement from when you had last seen the movie where you had cried for thirty straight minutes until you fell asleep. Ten had denied your accusations of him crying, stealthily wiping his eyes in the soft blanket the two of you had buried under mid-movie.  

   It was your turn to choose the next film, and after plenty of scrolling and contemplation, you settled with one of your favorite Disney movies. Eventually you felt your eyes grow heavier, the soft glow of the lamps in the room giving off a warm ambiance. Ten next to you had added to the warmth, soon causing you to shift into autopilot, trying to seek his body for more. You snuggled further into his side, resting your head on his shoulder as you yawned.

   Ten hadn’t bothered to protest in any way, as he was tired too.

   “Why did you want to do this with me anyway?” Ten whispered, momentarily halting your journey into dreamland.

  You croaked, trying to find your voice as you spoke, “I wanted to make you feel better…did it work?”

   Silence hung in the air before he hesitantly responded with a hum that vibrated throughout his body and into you. The feeling reminding you of a purring cat. You sighed as you felt your insides go soft, from both the imagery of Ten as a cute feline and the fact that you had succeeded in cheering the boy up.

   Your eyes grew hazy as soon as Li Shang started singing a slightly misogynistic song about turning the warriors into men, the rise and fall of Ten’s body as he breathed gradually lulling you to sleep.

   When you had woken up you were met with the serene image of Ten napping, his glasses threatening to fall off of his face any minute. You decided to do Ten a favor and took them off, placing the wireframes onto the coffee table next to your laptop which had shut off long ago.

   As you had moved you had caught sight of Ten’s out of place shirt, it lifted slightly revealing a piece of his skin slightly above his hip. A black mark peaked from above his pants that you assumed to be a tattoo.

   Curiosity overwhelmed you. You tried your best to pull down his trousers to reveal the rest of it without causing Ten to wake up. Just as you had gotten a peek at the mark, a hand grabbed your wrist.

   “Don’t do that.” Ten snapped, his tone taking away from any possible enjoyment of his voice after waking up.

   “Ten, what was that? I thought it was a tattoo but it looks like–” you swallowed, the thought making you squirm, “It looks burned on.”

   He shook his head, trying to dismiss your concern. “It’s fine, really, don’t worry about it.”

   Ten attempted to get up from his spot, but you grabbed him before he could. “But why, of all things, would you get something burned on you? It scars, it’s hard to get rid of–”

   “Scars are really the last things I worry about.” Ten scoffed, voice filled with sarcasm as he spoke. Your eyes met, and his face softened, most likely seeing the worry practically radiating off of you.

   “I’ll tell you about it later, maybe.” Ten whispered, proceeding to get up like before.

   You didn’t try to hold him back again, instead letting him retreat to his room. There you sat on the couch, alone to your thoughts.

   A messy burn mark on Ten’s body was unsettling enough, but it was more what the marking was. A black shark that was identifiable by any person that had kept up with the news. A black shark that was graffitied on the walls of dark alleyways.

   A black shark associated with the gang Squalo Nero.

[dirtykookiemonster]

Anxiety - Exo University AU!

Pairings: Reader x Lay (featuring Minseok)

Genre: Angst + a bit of Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of Depressions, Anxiety Attacks, Selfharming/Suicide & Bullying

“The brightest people might have the darkest moments”

Word count: 2.1

The used gif is not mine, credits to the rightful owner.

Hands shivering in anticipation.

Flat breathing, a fast beating heart.

Weak legs, a uncomfortable Feeling in the stomach.

An aching head, tears building up in the eyes.

The fear of what’s coming next.

The fear of the fear, the fear of the upcoming anxiete attack.

“Okay Brain , I’ll give you 20 seconds to decide whether to have an attack or not.

20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0.75, 0.5, 0.25, 0.2, 0.1, 0.

You decided not to have an anxiety attack, now your time is over and I don’t have any time left for it. I’ll go on with my life now.”

Breathing in, breathing out. The trembling hands remained, but at least the anxiety faded away.

Your friends often told to go see professional help, but you were afraid of it. You knew what your mother went through and still is going through, as depressions can’t really be cured but alleviated and helped to just live with it.

Your Mom used to work in a really stressful and burdening job carrying out pastoral duties even though she couldn’t even solve her own family problems having a mother herself always blaming her to ruin her parents lives.

You grew seeing how hard it was to get through depression yet not ever being completely cured.

You were afraid of a doctor telling you that you actually had depressions, knowing that you could never go through this. Knowing you’d definitely being suicidal.

Cross that.

You loved to live. And if there was anything you were more afraid of than having depressions then it’d be harming yourself. You couldn’t stand pain. That’s why afterall you never even ones decided on cutting yourself.

Most of your not that close friends and other people would never assume you had those thoughts or these anxieties anyways. You were a literal sunshine. Everyone in your classes would smile at you when seeing you walking across of them. You were always able to make everyone around smile.

You were truly a bright person.

But the brightest people might have the darkest moments.

Only a few of your friends knew about your anxiety, about your family problems.

Actually only Hyemi and Minseok.

Minseok who you knew since your earliest childhood and Hyemi who you met as you entered university and met her in several classes.

They’d always tell you to reach out for help, professional help. As always talking to them wouldn’t help you that much.

You felt bad and guilty actually, as it got worse and worse due to the rising pressure of your grades.

The worse it got, the fewer you complaint to them. You were to afraid to become the burden you assumed your Mom was for her parents.

“At least go to see a counselor”, Minseok once assumed.

You were choking your hot coffee at that, you usually drank in the shop Minseok worked at.

You knew about the reputation this “student counseling” had and how they made their patients feel better.

Minseok rolled his eyes at the frown on your face.

“Come on, not all of them are like you think they are. My friend Lay counsels there too, you know?”

You’d seen Lay several times when Minseok had a dance performance and invited you and Hyemi to see him perform.

Also you shared a few classes and of course you noticed his handsome looks and his nice personality. And by the way you saw him dance you could tell quite well that his counseling was quite popular.

“You know he wouldn’t take advantage of you”, Minseok emphasized sharply.

“That does not mean that the girls going there wouldn’t do that”, you retorted with rolling your eyes.

“He is a nice guy, okay? I could tell him to be extra patient for you”

“You won’t tell him anything if I decided on going there”, you harshly exclaimed closing your eyes to slits.

“Okay, I won’t if you promise me to go there.”

You scoffed annoyed by that ultimatum.

“Fine” You crossed your arms as you saw Minseok breathing in relief.

Lay, or Yixing his true name, was one of those people who only new you as the cheerful and bright person. Minseok did never tell him about your problems, since they were your private issues which you trusted in him to not tell others.

Non the less Yixing had always noticed you for that; being the sunshine you were and even cheer him up before a performance, even though he knew that it was meant for Minseok.

He never had the courage to ask you out because he was actually quite a bit intimidated by your openness to everyone and your courage to approach whoever you wanted and still making it clear who counted to you as a friend. You were friendly to everyone but only let get close those you fully trusted.

And to be honest, he didn’t want to come between you and Minseok. Seeing your habit of skinship, the two of you shared, on the one hand everyone would assume you were dating each other, even though on the other hand everyone knew you weren’t.

It was actually quite confusing for everyone.

Anyways, as Yixing knew you as the bubbly sunshine he would never had assumed to one day actually see you standing there, your face swollen from crying, your makeup smeared on your face and a little wet by rain outside.

It has been a month or more after you promised Minseok to go to the counseling. The attempt of avoiding that situation giving you a little boost of strength, which was completely used up by now.

You actually were on your way to buy some soulfood: chocolate, ice-cream and maybe some instant-ramyeon- you preferred cooking freshly as you assumed it to be healthier, as you noticed you hadn’t any money left for this month. You were standing there at the check-out, ready to lock you in your room for the weekend, stuffing unhealthy junkfood into you and crying over your favorite series’ characters death’s to gain back your strength.

On days like this such little things were enough to crack up your precious shell and left you a crying mess.

But you couldn’t go to your dorm like that- not this time. You felt so much worse and more desperate than ever before.

You thought you might stop crying after a little walk, but since it was raining it only got worse.

All your anxieties overwhelmed you and you weren’t able to rebuild your shell to isolate you from further harm.

You knew you couldn’t go to your dorm like this, you knew you couldn’t talk to Minseok because he assumed you already tried out the counseling and was going out with Hyemi tonight anyways.

You had no choice left but searching for help where you wanted to go the least.

So you found yourself knocking the counselor’s door which was titled with Zhang Yixing.

It took Yixing a moment to fully understand the situation. You were standing there. The sunshine he badly crushed on was standing in front of him with an incredibly broken look on the beautiful face. It broke his heart to see the usually beaming you this distressed.

After a while you couldn’t take this awkward situation anymore.

“Eeh, sorry. Wrong building I guess”, you mumbled and made an attempt to stumble away just to get grabbed by your wrist. You furiously turned around to him and he quickly moved away his hand.

“Sorry too, I guess” He shook his head. “Please come in”

Now you hadn’t left the choice of running away anymore, so you followed him into his office.

It was a decently sized room, wide old windows to the campus, a big leather couch and a wooden desk with a swivel chair on the one and a normal chair on the other side. The carpet floor was probably supposed to be dark red but over the years turned into somewhat reddish-brown.

“Where do you want to sit-“, Yixing attempted to ask as you straightaway headed for the sofa.

Yet again he attempted to sit next to you but due to the glare you shot him he decided to sit on the armchair across you, the other side of a dark wooden coffee table.

You kept quiet and he didn’t dare to talk, afraid to get cut off once again.

You were so different than he expected you to be yet he wanted to know what made you this fragile.

“I’m having anxiety attacks”, you simply started.

“I’m sorry, Y/N” You closed your eyes to slits since you never really introduced yourself to him. “May I ask you since when?”

“It’s your job here I suppose” He was taken aback by your unused rudeness but didn’t judge you. He still volunteered to be a counselor and accomplished a few courses to do so.

You sighed and your shoulders sank from their stiffness into an exhausted posture.

“Since I am fifteen” You were now 20 years old. “When I was fifteen I had my first one and the second just a year after that. From that on I had a few more but since university I get them on a regular basis.”

“Do you know why?”, he simply asked.

“I can guess. My Mom had depressions and… When I was 15 I…” You swallowed. Not liking to think back to that time. That time when you were the weakest. And promised yourself only to get stronger after that. “I experienced bullying. I don’t know if it really counts, it lasted for only one year… My best friend used to attend a different school than me and well… Her new friends kind of bullied me out of her life. I tried to explain it to her but she couldn’t understand. That year was the year my grades started to drop and yeah… Pretty much exactly one year later I had my second anxiety attack, I don’t remember it anymore. That time I diagnosed myself with Winter depressions and I guess it was that kind of depression because the following years I pretty much only had anxieties in winter…”

You paused. At the beginning of the conversation Yixing had placed a cup of water in front of you which you now took thankfully and drank it completely.

“Actually I never would’ve assumed your life to be this… Complicated”, he confessed.

“Because I am happy all the time”, you chuckled bitterly. “Because everyone assumes that just because I smile a lot my life would be easy.”

You both stayed quiet, hanging after each of your own thoughts.

“I don’t put on a show”, you said slowly and for the first time searched for eyecontact. “It’s not like I desperately try to cover up my unhappiness… I mean, everyone has a bad day every now and then, right?”

Yixing nodded in agreement.

“It’s the same for me too. Sometimes I am almost desperate to show others that my life actually isn’t perfect. But as soon as I am surrounded by people- and it doesn’t matter if I know them or not- I just randomly start being happy. I am so desperate sometimes to be unlucky in public but I just can’t.”

“Your lonely”

You suddenly stayed quiet. Actually you were about to go on complaining about that as he interrupted you with the most honest words someone ever said to you.

“Yes. I guess I am…” It’s not like you never thought of that being the reason. You kind of knew it anyways. As you always had people like Hyemi and Minseok who were the closest people in your life but you always kept them at a distance. Too afraid of annoying and bothering them with your dumb problems. You never let someone get this close to you.

At that realization you just started to cry. You cried so much you didn’t care about Yixing standing up and finally sitting down on your side to hug you. You didn’t care about staining his hoodie with your salty tears.

And he was happy- not about your unhappiness but about that you decided to show him that side of you. Of course, he was a counselor and people should come here because of those reasons. But he was happy that you were with him, truly needing help and not a random girl that once saw him dancing and wanted to get him out of his clothes.

Also he was happy because you weren’t as flawless as people would assume. You were human. Still a pretty perfect one to him but that was a whole other story.

A/N: This is my first scenario to post on here. Also I am not an native speaker so I feel pretty awkward about my writings (though I am actually a bit proud of this one xD) It’s kind of based on personal experiences and inspired by @dom-joonie ‘s “The counselor”. I am still pretty new to tumblr and actually to Exo too so I apologize for Lay probably being out of character and I’d really appreciate any kind of feedback ^~^ 

Thank you for reading and I wish you a good day,

~D

[thrashermaxey]

Cage Match: Blake Wheeler vs. Artemi Panarin

Although right now poolies are laser focused on impending 2018 free agency, today’s battle is between two players who’ll be among the hottest commodities if they don’t re-sign before hitting the UFA market in 2019 – Blake Wheeler and Artemi Panarin. Last season Wheeler posted a career best in scoring at age 31, while Panarin emerged from the shadow of Patrick Kane to show in Columbus that he’s a fantasy force in his own right. Who should you own this season, and which of these two is poised to do better after they sign new deals? Cage Match is on the case!

Career Path and Contract Status

Wheeler, who’ll be 32 in August, was drafted fifth overall by Phoenix in 2004 but didn’t come to terms, leaving him a UFA. He signed with Boston in July 2008 but never hit his stride, tallying 110 points in 221 total games for not even a point per every other contest. The Bruins dealt him in February 2011, and he showed early signs of his success to come, with 17 points in 23 post-trade games. And he hasn’t looked back since then, first with three seasons of 61-69 points, then with 78 and 74 points, before exploding with 91 points last season.

Panarin, 26, was undrafted and signed with Chicago after 62 points in 54 KHL games in 2014-15. To say he adapted right away to the NHL game would be a vast understatement, as upon being paired with Kane he put up 77 points as a rookie in 2015-16, then dipped only slightly to 74 in 2016-17. But the always cap-conscious Hawks dealt Panarin to Columbus to bring back Brandon Saad, who was both less expensive and two years further removed from UFA status. Saad’s return to Chicago was largely a flop, but Panarin proved he wasn’t being propped up by Kane, posting his first point-per-game season (82 points in 81 games).

As already noted, unless re-signed both players are set to be UFAs this time next season, with Wheeler counting $5.6M against the cap for 2018-19 versus Panarin’s barely higher $6M.

Ice Time

Season

Total Ice Time per game

(rank among team’s forwards)

PP Ice Time per game

(rank among team’s forwards)

SH Ice Time per game

(rank among team’s forwards)

2017-18

20:15 (B.W.) – 2nd

20:08 (A.P.) – 1st

3:09 (B.W.) – 1st

2:57 (A.P.) – 1st

1:16 (B.W.) – 6th

0:01 (A.P.) – 15th (tied)

2016-17

20:09 (B.W.) – 2nd

19:28 (A.P.) – 3rd

2:57 (B.W.) – 2nd

3:09 (A.P.) – 2nd

1:24 (B.W.) – 6th

0:02 (A.P.) – 11th

2015-16

19:47 (B.W.) – 1st

18:31 (A.P.) – 3rd

3:09 (B.W.) – 1st

2:50 (A.P.) – 2nd

1:17 (B.W.) – 5th

0:01 (A.P.) – 16th (tied)

2015-16

19:40 (B.W.) – 3rd

3:15 (B.W.) – 1st

1:44 (B.W.) – 6th

There’s not much to say about Panarin’s data. His ice times as a rookie were low for someone who scored as much as he did, yet we can likely link that to his extraordinary chemistry with Kane. Plus, he had more ice time as a sophomore, with comparable scoring; and when he received over 20:00 this season he responded – in kind – with even better production. In all, seemingly very straightforward.

As for Wheeler, you’d be hard pressed to peg 2017-18 as a campaign not only where he tallied 91 points but also ended up with 15%+ added production as compared to his prior two seasons. There’s also the fact that among the 88 other instances of 90+ point scorers since 2000-01, Wheeler’s 1641 minutes ranked 59th overall, or a bit below average but not terribly low. Then again, most of those on the list weren’t also saddled with 1:16 per game of shorthanded duty like Wheeler; and his 1439 non-SH minutes would’ve put him third to last among the 89. Couple that with only nine players having been older than Wheeler’s 31 when they posted their 90+ points, and we’re left with serious doubts as to the sustainability of Wheeler as a 90+ point forward before we even look at other factors like SOG, PPPts, and luck.

Secondary Categories

Season

PIMs

(per game)

Hits

(per game)

Blocked Shots (per game)

Shots

(per game)

PP Points

(per game)

2017-18

0.64 (B.W.)

0.32 (A.P.)

1.16 (B.W.)

0.18 (A.P.)

0.81 (B.W.)

0.23 (A.P.)

3.03 (B.W.)

2.81 (A.P.)

0.49 (B.W.)

0.26 (A.P.)

2016-17

0.57 (B.W.)

0.25 (A.P.)

1.22 (B.W.)

0.28 (A.P.)

0.62 (B.W.)

0.17 (A.P.)

3.16 (B.W.)

2.57 (A.P.)

0.25 (B.W.)

0.20 (A.P.)

2015-16

0.59 (B.W.)

0.40 (A.P.)

1.12 (B.W.)

0.57 (A.P.)

0.68 (B.W.)

0.17 (A.P.)

3.12 (B.W.)

2.33 (A.P.)

0.20 (B.W.)

0.30 (A.P.)

2014-15

0.92 (B.W.)

1.62 (B.W.)

0.68 (B.W.)

3.09 (B.W.)

0.15 (B.W.)

For those who regularly read my column, you might be getting a sense of déjà vu to a recent battle between Johnny Gaudreau and Taylor Hall where, in the case of Hall and like Wheeler here, we had a player whose production spike was accompanied by a huge jump in PP scoring. In Wheeler’s case, he posted more PPPts last season alone than his two previous seasons combined and – like Hall – ended up with nearly a PPPt per every other game.

Just how high is the 40 PPPts that Wheeler posted? Only twice since 2011-12 has any forward tallied that many (Phil Kessel’s 42 this past season; Nicklas Backstrom’s 44 in 2013-14). Although Wheeler received a point on 61% of Winnipeg’s total PPGs (note – that’s the entire total, not just while he was on the ice), that percentage is in line with Kessel’s as well as Backstrom’s, plus some of the other forwards who tallied 40+ over the past 10+ seasons.

Yet in the case of Kessel, he went from 30 PPPts in 2016-17 to 42, versus the jump from 21 to 40 from Wheeler. Backstrom’s 44 is even less glaring since he’d posted 42 and 37 in earlier seasons. Wheeler has no such track record; however, as we saw above he did seemingly reinvent himself this season as a pass-first, set-up player; and sure enough 34 of his 40 PPPts came in the form of assists. Thus, while no one should expect Wheeler to equal – let alone top – his PP scoring from this past season, the fact that he’s locked into a top PP role and was able to score this well on the PP via his newfound pass-first approach signifies that he should be good for 30+ PPPts in 2018-19 and perhaps also future seasons.

Notwithstanding his growing assists total, Wheeler continued to shoot the puck at a similar rate as past seasons. Five other players since 2010-11 averaged 3+ SOG per game and had 65+ assists, yet only one, like Wheeler, was a winger, namely Martin St. Louis. And although they couldn’t be more different in stature, Wheeler might just be starting a later career trajectory similar to that of St. Louis, who hit 90+ points for the first time at age 28 and then did so three more times by age 36 as his goals dropped and assists spiked. And this was occurring, as is set to happen to Wheeler, while St. Louis was surrounded by younger and talented players and still firing roughly three shots on goal per game.

Lastly, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention Wheeler’s multi-cat prowess, as he is the only NHLer in each of the past four seasons to post 20+ goals per season while averaging 1.1 Hits, 0.6 Blocks, and 3.0 SOG per game. In fact, only two others player met all the criteria two or more times (Patric Hornqvist – three; Jamie Benn – two). And considering Wheeler did this while seeing his scoring improve, it makes him among the most coveted multi-cat players in fantasy.

Meanwhile, Panarin has gone from being decent in hits to terrible; and this despite playing for John Tortorella. Clearly Torts has given Panarin a pass on that type of role; and although poolies would prefer a more well-rounded version of the Bread Man ala his rookie year, the fact that his points and SOG for 2017-18 marked career bests should be enough to look past his woeful hits and blocks, which grow on trees more than point-per-game scorers. Also, his PPPt total for 2017-18, although solid, wasn’t a career high and has realistic room to improve, especially given that during his astounding 35 points in his last 22 games he amassed eight of his 21 PPPts all while his SOG rate was actually lower than his season-long average. Thus, in all, and without factoring in luck, it appears Panarin should be valued even higher than his point per game numbers, which reflect his slow initial adjustment to playing in Columbus.

Luck-Based Metrics

Season

Personal Shooting %

Team Shooting % (5×5)

Individual Points % (IPP)

Offensive Zone Starting % (5×5)

Average Shot Distance

Secondary Assists %

2017-18

9.3% (B.W.)

11.8% (A.P.)

8.75% (B.W.)

7.55% (A.P.)

78.4% (B.W.)

79.6% (A.P.)

56.8% (B.W.)

75.3% (A.P.)

35.2 (B.W.)

32.5 (A.P.)

29% (B.W.)

36% (A.P.)

2016-17

10.0% (B.W.)

14.7% (A.P.)

8.15% (B.W.)

10.13% (A.P.)

71.8% (B.W.)

69.2% (A.P.)

52.5% (B.W.)

80.5% (A.P.)

31.9 (B.W.)

30.3 (A.P.)

31% (B.W.)

37% (A.P.)

2015-16

10.2% (B.W.)

16.0% (A.P.)

9.26% (B.W.)

9.22% (A.P.)

75.7% (B.W.)

72.0% (A.P.)

53.3% (B.W.)

63.8% (A.P.)

28.8 (B.W.)

28.1 (A.P.)

29% (B.W.)

38% (A.P.)

2014-15

10.7% (B.W.)

8.62% (B.W.)

64.2% (B.W.)

51.5% (B.W.)

28.8 (B.W.)

31% (B.W.)

Wheeler not only had the most primary assists in the NHL over the past three seasons, but his 118 were almost 10% more than second place and translated to nearly one per every other game, which is an amazing marker of skill and playmaking ability. I’d also argue it means although he’s set to turn 32 this summer he’s in no danger of losing his scoring touch any time soon. Of course, between that and his increasing ASD and dropping personal shooting percentage, it’s looking more and more that he won’t ever be a 30-goal scorer and could even end up below 25 for most if not all of his remaining seasons.

Panarin’s data puts big smiles on the faces of his owners. Before 2017-18 all poolies had to go on was two seasons of elevated personal shooting percentage, sky high 5×5 team shooting percentage and OZ%, all to go along with not particularly elite IPP numbers. His 2017-18 answered skeptics, in a big way. Although his OZ% was still high, it no longer was stratospheric; and his team shooting percentage fell below the 9.0% normally associated with scoring forwards in general while his IPP rose to an elite 80%. All this goes a long way to proving not only that Panarin’s 2017-18 output was legit, but it might not be the best we end up seeing from him, since given his deployment as a top offensive option his 5×5 team shooting percentage has more room to grow than his OZ% and IPP have to shrink, if they drop at all. Plus, as noted above he finished with 35 points in his final 22 2017-18 contests, which represents positive momentum that could very well carry into 2018-19.

Who Wins?

This is another match where this is no loser – not among the players nor the poolies fortunate to own either or, even better, both. Determining the winner depends mainly on the value one places on Panarin’s 35 points in his final 22 games. If one sees that as balancing out his early struggles but not representative of sustainable scoring, then for 2018-19 he should once again be a roughly point-per-game player. But if instead you see that stretch as him coming into his own as a star, rather than playing in a star’s shadow as he did while in Chicago, then a 90+ point season for 2018-19 and beyond is possible to even likely.

Where do I fall on the spectrum of opinion? Count me as one who thinks the Panarin we witnessed in the fourth quarter was a more so sign of things to come. As such, I see him being a good bet for 85-90+ points in 2018-19 and beyond. That means he wins the match, since as great as Wheeler is and as apt as the comparisons to St. Louis – and his three 90+ point seasons after age 31 – are, the truth is Wheeler’s PPPts were too high to be sustainable and therefore leave him as merely an 80-85 point player, which for this match puts him at the slightly shorter end of the stick.

I foresee Wheeler re-upping with Winnipeg but Panarin being a candidate to land elsewhere as a UFA, especially amid recent trade rumors. Either way, I think both should still shine on any team, although Wheeler could take a bit of a hit if somehow he was to change teams since most other squads on which he could land are not as potent as the Jets, whereas if Panarin could score that well in Columbus chances are he could do the same – if not better – elsewhere.

from All About Sports https://dobberhockey.com/hockey-home/cage-match/cage-match-blake-wheeler-vs-artemi-panarin/

[ileavemaybe]

Wondering how the world evolves, today i was at this tabbaco store. My exgirlfriend was buying my 20 Birthday present, or was it even the birthday present ? i think so, but i can't remember really.  okay get to the point the lighter, the gift i recieved from her, was broken after 2 weeks. I told her the lighter is broken and she told me to get back to the tobacco store in the Karstadt to reclaim it but I didn't for a long time. She was allways a little bit upset about me and about that she has a relationship with somebody that is not right with her principles.

She told me:"When i was sixteen, i proud myself that i never would have such a relationship like my best girlfriends. He lives more then 50 Miles(80 KM) away, smokes cigarettes, has parents he lives at, is unemployed,unathletic, brown hairs, green eyes" Okay she doesn't exactly sad it like i wrote it here, but her list about "Things about " .....perfectly ...  was endless. At least in her head but the guy she was thinking about as a 16teen years old girl, am I. 

Some Morning she sad: "Take me with you to Rosenheim, i reclaim the lighter myself because now its only a broken present." I replied: "Let me take the lighter i pass by the tobacco store at the evening." and wanted to take it out of her hand but she defended it, took it away beetween her 2 hands near to the body and sad with a confidently and louder voice: "NO! I please you now 4 weeks that you reclaim it and now you would take it it as easy as you dont loose any time to reclaim it. No Flo!". I twitched with my shoulders, and told her "Okay, you got 10 minutes then we have to sit in the car and drive away". She left with a sweet smile and a expression of happines on her face upstairs to my room. She was hurry to get started while i drunk my morning coffee and checked out the daily news on my smartphone. 

                                    --- 10 minutes later --- I closed and locked the door. I went to my car where she was allready sitting in. She allways had a usb-stick with her music on it. She kept asking me everytime if she could put her stick in the radio even thought i allways replyng "No problem.". I liked almost all of her music, i think she is liking my music also. Thats why she was keeping some songs, we heard both in the playlists. At all we never had worries about the music. So i got in my car. Right as i sat in the car seat she was asking me "Do you have a problem if we hear the music on this usb-stick?" and liftet her hand with the stick in it. I replied "No problem." while she was unplugging the iPhone cable. I started the car and was beginning to drive right to my work in Rosenheim. I asked her "Are you hungry? I will pass by the gas station in Bad Feilnbach." She told me :"I'm fine, I will buy something when we are in Rosenheim. " I pried my cigarette pack and was putting one of the cigarettes in my mouth and asked: "We can meet in my pause at the trainstation i can be there in 5 minutes from the shop if you want?".I took the lighter it lied in the gap right under the radio in my car. She answerd: "Yeah cool, when do you have your pause and how long is it?" and looked quizzical fast beetween the lighter in my right hand and that cigarrette in my mouth. I replied: "I don't can say really when i got my pause but i think between 12:00 and 13:00 o'clock i can manage it. My pause is only 30 minutes long, i need 5 minutes to the trainstation and back, so we got 20 minutes, when i have pause i'm hungry so i want to eat something but there are some takeaway stores." As i set my cigarrette in fire and cranked down the car window she was bugged and said:"Do you have to smoke now? huh?" I opened the roof door, There after I told her:"I allways smoke a cigarette here!" With a slightly disappointed and quite angry voice she said:"If you think ..." I remembered her:"Whats about my midday pause?" She replied: "Yeah, ehm, please let us eat in the Mc Donalds there, yummy." I answerd: "Sorry but if i have my pause i wanna eat something with nutrients. I think i will eat at this nice kebap shop with that beastly hot sauce".

Just after Fischbachau i enunciated my cigarette in the nearly empty ashtray in front of the gearstick. I was allways clearing it before i met her. I closed the window to my left again and turned the switch of the car roof window, at the middle by the front part of the car sky, from my VW Polo 6n builed in year 2001, to close. The window slowly closed and as it was finished i shoved the light-tight cover over it. Yes she neither liked the light or even if the sun was shining, the sunlight that was shinning through.

I have to say as my Dad was asking me what car i would like to drive as a new driver i told him:"Hey Norbi, i dont mind what car it is, i want to have a Volkswagen and a must have is the roof window. Please there must be a roof window!". He told me that he has to speak with the car salesman where our family bought all cars from and 3 weeks later we got him. That Volkswagen Polo 6n Build in 2001, with snow tyre at the backseats and mounted normal tyre on it. He had a little front damage and a accident damage at the tail. At his status he was certificated prized around ~ 2.800$ my Dad bought him for  about 1.500$, thats just more then 1.000$ off, i was like: "WOW! How did you do that? This is the nuts!" He told me: "Hey Flo, this car has to get through the TÜV-check, it will need new brakes and a new rear bumper-bar. This will cost me another 500$!." i replied: "I'm so overgrateful. Thank you Dad this and my driver lesson were the best birthday presents i've got in my whole lifetime! Really really, thank you." Mostly we call, i don't know if this talk was on phone but he asked me:"Did you allready ate your dinner today?" I answerd: "Yes Norbi, i allready had it. But we can go on Thursday if you haven't arranged something yet." He told me:"Doris is coming at the weekend, maybe she can manage a free friday so she will come at the Thursday evening. If you don't have a problem that Doris is with us, we can meet, me and Doris would have a meal out anyway, so why not?".On top of i asked: "No i don't got a problem with Doris, so can you call me on Thursday evening around 18:00 o'clock?". He replied: "Right, let us have another call on Thursday evening. I will tell you where we going to eat so you can catch us later there. Okay?" I answerd: "Okay, right. Yeah i have finished do you've got another question?" He said: "Nah Flo, it's allright, i call you Thursday. See you! Bear in mind that all is easy as long as you've started with it!. See you Flo! Servus!" I also said good bye and finished off the call with a touch on my smartphone. I really never had a problem with Doris, she is the new girlfriend by my father. My parents live in seperated homes but they are not divorced by each other. My Dad is tooking this as if they were complete strangers and is idle with my mum. My Mum was talking and is thinking about trying to force another bite at the cherry with him. But this has reduced in the last few weeks, when my Dad started to file a petition for divorce.Since this action they are little bit on daggers drawn. I live by my mum. She owns the house at our family grew up. In the meanttime I got a good mumship with her. Short time after the moment, they lived in seperated homes, my mum was looking out for a new boyfriend on internetpages for singles, where you've got to pay to recieve and send messages. So many online dating services now have a lock for reading or even sending messages.You only can break it by paying money. I can remember as i was 12 years old i logged into the internet across a modem. The modem also did a login sound, that was allways the same and after that sound you where logged in, into the Interne. You'd to pay for each single minute your computer was online. (The sound was really similar to this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aV8DEJ8ydJQ) This is were i did my first steps into the internet. I knew from google, so i checked it out. I don't know how but there were nobody to explain me how to connect to google.com but for me that was so logic that i have to clear the url-bar and type (world wide web)w w w.google.com into it and press enter. I pressed enter and the browser window turned into a white screen, it lasted some seconds and there were it. I easily managed to get myself to google.com. Now i would say "Okay greedy young boy go for the Porn search! :D" but i know i didn't searched for porn or something similar to that. I searched for music downloads because i heard about downloading music from the internet without to pay for it. I tried few search requests until i've found something that could help me so much. It was called Bearshare, this  is a file-sharing service software to swap data beetween all users into there network like eMule or Limewire. I regestrated at there Homepage and logged into the software. Now i was in a network, where every user that is inside this network does share his released data with me. Me as a user of this software shared my data to the users too. Because i knew some songs from friends and the radio. I tried to remember there dept and started to download "Xavier Naidoo - Wenn ein Lied(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLF-IDwRMr8)" and "Die Fantastischen Vier - Troy(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TkvuDOB9XD4)". Xavier Naidoo is a interpret i still hear especially today. Die Fantastischen Vier are not in my gusto. The download of this two songs took more then 30 minutes. We payed a price around 0.25$ per minute so that two songs costed us around 10$ for just two songs. But hey! For me they were free because my parents had to pay it! I don't know how much songs i downloaded like that. The big problem that's why i tell you this random shit, was: as I was 13 years old, my family got a very serious letter from the judgement in Hamburg. There workspace was about the authorships of songs. They worked for the SONY MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT GERMANY GMBH. It's one off the biggest lables out here! They demanded 7.500$ from my parents. There reason to write us was: The IP-Adress from our router was spreading data with authorships to other users from Bearshare and all that without a permission from the lable.Our Internet provider was Telekom Deutschland GmbH where we had a ADSL, with a bitrate of 6.000kb/m in that throughhout. Because i didn't know that i was spreading data and i even didn't interesst me for that although i knew that was illegal to do. Allways you talk to People they told you:"Nah man, everybody is doing it! The chance that they will catch exactly you is very atomic! Believe me." But now i tell you something you will wonder. They catched all. They did there job like playing pokemon to gather all data from all pokemons in their edition in there pokedex. You maybe will think: "WTF? POKEMON? EDITION? POKEDEX?" Chill down. Pokemon is a video game on a gameboy colour for kids in the ninety's. There were around 130 different monsters called Pokemons and there were 2 different Editions: a red one and a blue one in them you couldn't find all the 130 Pokemons. The goal in the game is to gather all Pokemon data from all Pokemons out there, in your ingame handheld called Pokedex. I never finished to get all Data completly. It was very plodding to gather it all. The Pokemon tagline is "Gotta catch 'em all!" But why they only got all Data in their Edition? Because they only got the IP-Adresses from that users there shared their data, in the software was a setting to dissemble the data sharing, i was sure i took a snag inside the checkbox and saved the current options but i think the programm was unchecking the checkbox everytime it has been started. My Dad spoke to a lawyer he knew from his daily job. He meant maybe we can escape from their demand if we shuffle the accusation away from my parents to me, because i wasn't in the age of criminal responsibility and they couldn't accuse me. Despite that Norbi had to much proud to convict his own sun then my half-brother, Felix on my mother's side was also downloading songs on eMule and Bearshare. After one night, he wanted to slep over the information he got from the lawyer, he called him another time and asked him if we can do something else to stall for time or minimize the amount of the demand. Overall we stall time for 1 or 2 years and decreased the Amount of $ they called from 7.500$ to 2350$. My father payed the 2350 $ and that story was over. And now it slowly advise in oblivion.

  ----arbeitspunkt

My Dad lives only 10 Minutes away by car and we meet weakly for dinner or something else. He's a good driver and i took it from him. I think i drive good, I'm a completly defensive driver mostly i break only to emanate carefully and responsible to the public and also Belle told me she's feeling safe and i'm a good driver.

      She replied "Okay then i eat without you at the Mc Donalds, we don't have to meet at your pause." I was confused and said: "But i wanna see you, beauty!" She told me "But i don't want!" and laughed in a mix of immoral and joky like allways when she sad things only to see my reaction. In her favor that was just fun to play with my feelings like toys. For me that was real pain in my body, every sentence like that was a horrible and emotional feeling right next to my heart. It lasted one or two still standing and totally silent seconds, it felt like my heart stopped right into this second and was released after. Someday we layed in my bed cuddling and watched tv.I told her whats happening inside of me when she's making her joky games of feelings. She don't took me this serious as i was in this moment and told me "Ohhh man, Flo! You know me! You know thats only because i wanna see your reaction about and its really humorius. You know anyway when i do this, or not? Tell yourself it's only a joke and this is not real. You know i love you.". She stroked over my stomatch and went with her head to a kiss. I tooked it. After the kiss i told her: "It's hard to stop my feelings for you like you switch off a lamp. It's like you were scared this feelings just come i can't do anything about it.". She replied: "Flo! Just try to dessemble your feelings." I answerd "Okay i will try, but only because i love you so much" and we got another kiss. A few minutes ago she told me: "Also these things with your friend Niclas, you know this is only to get you jealous. But Nic is really sexy." My feelings are cold and i sad with bored voice: "Really?". She started to laugh and stuck me to laugh also.

We arrived the gas station in Bad Feilnbach i disembarked out of my car and went into the gas station. I left the carkey in it so she can hear music while i visited the shop. I was buying Cigarettes and a Red Bull like almost always every day. I don't had to refuel my car today, it was nearly full. After that i went back into my car where she was hearing the song "Maroon 5 - One More Night". (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lprIOaNug9M) I don't like that song and asked her if we can skip it. She answerd "You dont like that song? Why?" I replied "I don't like it because it's about a last night and i don't want to lose you anyday! I love you Isabelle and there's nothing i love more then you." She replied:" You know Flo, i told you i'm not there for ever , i go to the UK next year and gonna study there." I dont really know if i told her but i walked with her if she wants.I asked again "Can we skip?" she answerd with a lapsing voice:"Okay .... skip it.". We got our drive on from the gas station to the left into the roundabout and the first exit out of it, straight to the end of the street and leftwards to Rosenheim. There's another roundabout where we took also the first exit across the Wasserstraße (in English Waterstreet) via Pang right to Rosenheim. The street took it name from the for a street a typical mass of puddles. They are completly full when it is raining for some days. But maybe the name for the street has founded because that very small single farmer village Wasserwiesen (Wasserwiesen in english is Watermeadows) is right next to the roadend and in Wasserwiesen there are really meadows full of water. There are some they where really good fertile usually meadows in the past but now they are just full of water and mud like a lake. But they are not a real lake, they are like a water reservoir for the water that is coming from the mounts in the spring when the snow is dewing on the hills. When the Sun is approaching the morning behind the mountains. But this day wasn't sunny, it was cloudy and depressing. It doesn't semed to rain this day, and there was no rain at all. Maybe in the Evening but i dont know anymore. After Wasserwiesen you will do a 90 degree turn, and drive over the highway right to Salzburg and Munic. A bridge will get you right to the other side of it. I like that bridge because i can allways watch the traffic but I neither commend you to get to Salzburg over the Highway on a shiny saturday early evening because i allways laugh about the people in this massive traffic while I race over the bridge with like 80 miles per hour and there are standing on the highway with no solution at 30C degrees.