#i hate this tbh

[itsnicsalad]

swag lunch date 2: electric boogaloo :")

[bordysbae]

39 with trevor please :)

“you’re obsessed with me”

trevor zegras x fem reader

39. “my clothes look better on you anyways”

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today the anaheim ducks are playing the chicago blackhawks, and you’re very conflicted on what to do. your boyfriend plays for the ducks, but you’re originally from chicago. of course you own multiple blackhawks jerseys, but you always wear your ‘zegras’ jersey to every ducks home game. “babe, you’re wearing my jersey tonight right?” trevor asks you, as he enters the kitchen where you’re standing cooking breakfast “unfortunately. i hate going against my roots” you say sarcastically . “unfortunately?! oh you’re dead meat missy!” trevor says as he lifts you from behind and throws you over his shoulder. “trevor put me down i need to finish cooking!” “nope! not until you take it back!” he says as he spins you around. you flail your arms around hitting his back as he spins you. “okay okay i take it back! i’m getting dizzy put me down!” you beg. he places you on the ground again and you dizzily walk back over to the stove finishing the food.

as you and trevor are sat at the kitchen island eating breakfast he notices you’re wearing not only his hoodie but also his sweatpants. “are you wearing my clothes?” he asks, despite knowing the answer. “maybe” you smirk, as you eat a bite of food. “you look cute” he smiles, causing a blush to take over your cheeks. after breakfast you go and get ready for the day, and trevor heads to the rink for morning skate.

once trevor gets home to take his pregame nap, you decide to clean the house and run some errands before getting ready for the game. as trevor is leaving for the arena, he stops you. “wear my extra jersey tonight.” “why can’t i wear mine? mine fits me perfectly, yours is like a million sizes too big!” you cry out. “pleaseeee? it’s cute how big it is on you” he whines, grabbing it from the closet. “fine, only cause it smells somewhat like you” you roll your eyes playfully. he smiles and leans down to kiss you before heading outside to his car.

you finish getting ready and slide on trevor’s jersey over your head, adjusting it at the bottom slightly. you get to the rink and meet up with some of the other wives and girlfriends and you all head to your seats down by the ice. trevor instantly skates over to you, and blows you a kiss through the glass before skating away to give some fans a puck. you’re sitting next to troy terrys wife dani, and on your other side is john gibsons wife alexa. “is that trevor’s actual jersey?” dani asks you. “yes, for some reason he wanted me to wear it” dani laughs, “i think it’s cute! oh look the game is starting!” she says turning her attention to the ice.

the game is close in numbers until the last period when trevor randomly gets on his grind and makes one goal and assist. the game finishes at 2-1, ducks taking the win. you and the other wags head straight to the locker room and per usual, trevor is the last one to leave. god does that man love to talk. as he walks out, a big smile takes over. “you wore it!” he smiles as he rushes over to hug you. “i told you i would!” you smile up at him. “cmon let’s go home i’m exhausted” he says wrapping an arm around you, leading you to the parking lot.

back at home, you get into one of trevor’s hoodies and sweats, and crawl next to him in your guys’ shared bed. trevor puts his phone down on the nightstand and looks at you with soft eyes. “you’re wearing my clothes again” he smirks. “what is your deal with me wearing your clothes! it’s like you’re obsessed with it!” “no actually, you’re obsessed with me. but it’s okay, my clothes look better on you anyways” “since when is that something we didn’t know” you mumble, causing trevor to laugh. “yeah and i love it” “yeah you better, cause this hoodie is so comfortable. i think i’m stealing it” you exclaim, curling up closer to him. “yeah whatever you think sweetheart.”

[cowboyjigen]

sick day or sometimes it’s a good thing to have a boyfriend who also a doctor

warnings: third person, she/her pronouns, sorta sounds like angst but it’s not really, just law being law, being sick, general medical care but also not really, unedited

it started with a cough. not to bad but it was kind of annoying. the side eyes from penguin and shachi were reminder enough that no one on the polar tang got sick.

everyone tried to ignore the occasional cough, knowing that drawing attention would make it worse. but not long after sneezes also filled the empty spaces between words. bepo did his best to place blame else where, ‘oh i must have missed a spot while dusting’ and ‘did the water go down wrong’ were amongst the list of excuses he used.

eventually the fever came about. and law finally started to take notice. “you’re burning up.”

“pfft thanks for telling me i had no idea.”

“you need to rest.”

“i’ll be fine, law.” y/n resisted pushing herself off the cot.

“no, that’s an order.” law retorted pushing her back down gently.

“i’m not staying here all day law! there’s stuff i need to do!”

“i said no. that’s the end of it.” and with that law walked out of the med bay and into his office. passing bepo, the navigator gave him a telling look. “she needs rest.”

“she needs a boyfriend, not a doctor or captain.” law sighed before continuing his pursuit to his office.

a few hours had passed before law finally left the room. stepping into the kitchen he found ikkaku glaring at him. she was holding a cup of tea and a bowl of soup. “you should make yourself useful.” she said before shoving them into his hands. he more than know what she meant by that.

abandoning his own plans for food he made his way to the med bay. but before he reached the door he found himself changing direction. heavy footsteps ringing out as he made his way to his room. opening the door, he placed down the soup and tea before moving back out of the room.

he started down the hall again, stopping in front of the labeled door. he swiftly knocked twice before reaching for the handle. he found her asleep on the bed, undisturbed by his entrance. making his way over to her, he lifted her from the cot before carrying her to their shared room.

he placed her down on the bed before removing his shoes and laying down next to her, holding her close. she moved closer to his chest, a small smile on her face. law sighed before closing his own eyes.

as it turns out law was right. the next morning, she felt great. she just needed rest. but the captain was look a little worse for ware when he woke up with a fever of his own.

[lbutterf1y]

himeko understands. oh, of course she does. how could she not when she made the choice to involve herself with a stellaron hunter?

kafka shows up, and against her better judgement, himeko accepts her. again, and again, and again. she hopes every time that it will end differently; somehow this time, kafka will still be there come morning.

but hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like her. she curses kafka under her breath, but she understands; love has no place between them.

(kafka would never correct her. it didn't matter how often they were at each others throats; she could never disagree with himeko on something she was so convinced of.

she holds her tongue and she smiles. himeko asks one night if kafka truly cares so little about her. kafka responds by leaving.)

[gungoo4lifer]

[rainbow-sparks]

what the fuck. gays.

[catchmewjsn]

I cooked a really disgusting meal (to me) today so I didn't want to eat it twice, and now did eat the spicy soup and I'm sure my stomach is going to hate this and it just barely recovered

[dragonspleenistasty]

I hate having anxiety like girl why do i feel ostracized by the community who has done nothing but accept me?

[scribe-of-hael]

Idk if my absence is even noticed. I'm just struggling with life right now. The sugery with my dog and the complications that it brought has just pushed me into such a stressed out state. I'm back into a depressed hole of waking up with anxiety and falling asleep anxious. It's gotten to the point I current feel numb to my fixations , even old ones I know make me happy.

I feel like zero joy right now. Even when I think happy things and for a moment I feel better. It doesn't last barely any time. I know I've had these feelings before when I go through them I feel like ill never be the same. This is just how I am now.

Me and the people I love around me have been having to deal with so much lately. Its ok just weighing so heavy. I'm extremely tried and upset.

The fact i can't even look at Knockout , starscream or any of the bots right now and feel comforted make my head and heart hurt so bad...

[sunnysideasleep]

happy (belated) bday sunny! 7/20

[sincerelybubbles]

i’m never going to finish this so have unfinished mirror selfie james (ref below cut)

[formari]

if anyone’s ever trying to prep for the lnat EVER, i have a bunch of amazing stuff i can share because i spent the last two months freaking out over it. and my test is in two hours soooo

[bardofavon]

not to be controversial bc I know this is like…not in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if there’s a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formatting…I will also not be offended by having this pointed out…

‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.

‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.

even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.

I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.

fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.

idk where I’m going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me I’m never going to get mad at it, and I think a lot of authors should feel the same way. ESPECIALLY TYPOS PLZ GOD POINT OUT MY TYPOS.

[metanarrates]

it's actually really weird to me that a lot of adults don't seem to remember the worst bits of being a child. were you not horribly aware of when adults were talking down to you as a child? don't you remember how little autonomy you were allowed, even when it came to things that seemed pretty harmless? don't you remember the times when adults would seemingly be assholes to you for no reason? even if you had nice and reasonable parents, didn't you ever have teachers or other adults in power who treated you disrespectfully? didn't it sting no matter how people justified it?

especially when I was a teenager, it seemed obvious to me & to most of my peers when an adult wasn't treating us with respect. you could almost smell it, in certain classrooms. there would be this palpable, shifting undercurrent of teenage dissatisfaction whenever some teachers started talking. and it made a lot of the kids act out! which of course made the teachers try to exert their power, which never worked because nobody respected them, which made them get more draconian, etc.

as a teen, I didn't really get why my peers and I seemingly had a superhuman sense for when an adult was on a power trip. but now I think I get it. kids are systematically denied autonomy, respect, and consistently have the validity of their experiences denied. like, flat-out. they're a vulnerable class of people made even more vulnerable by their lack of societal rights. being disrespected as a kid is so frequent that I would say it's a defining experience for most children. is it any wonder they tend to pick up on when an adult doesn't see them as worth listening to?

so yeah, of course a ton of kids want to be treated "like an adult." to them, that's synonymous with being treated like a human being worth listening to. it's up to you, as an adult, to understand that wish for what it is, and behave accordingly. you don't gotta be a child psychologist. you don't gotta be perfect at it. all you have to do is remember how painful adult disrespect could be when you were a kid & do your best to act with some compassion.

[caesthoffe]

One of our siblings was murdered recently, and you need to know about it.

TW // transphobia and violence against trans people

Brianna Ghey was a 16-year-old trans girl from Warrington, England. On Saturday, February 11th 2023, Brianna was found dead on the side of a park with multiple stab wounds. Two 15-year-olds have been taken into custody in connection with her murder.

People in the Warrington area have alleged that Brianna was being bullied in school, and that neither the administration nor the police did anything.

Despite this, local police have said there is no evidence that the attack was hate-based and most news articles don't mention her status as a trans woman. This is deliberate. This is genocide by the hands of transphobes and TERFs.

Britain does not have gender self-identification (your legal gender being determined by how you identify and not any arbitrary medical requirements), meaning even in her death she will be deadnamed and misgendered on her death certificate.

She deserved so much better.

Mourn the dead, and fight like hell for the living.

EDIT: A verified GoFundMe has been set up for Brianna.

[spaceistheplaceart]

mob tells reigen to shut up accidentally... two!!!

abbreviated ID: An mp100 comic. Teru tells Mob "shut up" can be a reply to something funny. and mob later tells reigen to shut up after he tells a joke, shocking reigen. Full ID under cut

[ID: A black and white Mob Psycho 100 comic. Mob smiles and says something marked as “[funny comment]” and Teru laughs hard, clapping Mob on the shoulder and exclaiming, “Oh, shut up, Kageyama!” Mob sweats and says, “Oh, sorry.” Teru, frowning, asks, “Huh? Why?”

Mob says, “You told me to shut up?” and Teru holds up his hands, looking apologetic. He exclaims, “Oh! No, no, no! That means I thought it was funny!” He flusters, smiling weakly and trying to explain. “When someone tells you to shut up and they’re laughing it means it was funny! Like uh... uh... Okay I can’t explain it but you know what I mean.”

Mob looks away and says, “Not really...” He smiles at Teru. “But I'm glad you thought it was funny.” Teru rubs the back of his head and says, “Ahaa yeah! I did!”

The view cuts to Spirits and Such, where Mob is writing at his desk and Reigen is scowling behind his. Arms crossed, Reigen says a “[snide but funny remark]”. Mob gives a “hehe” and smiles, “Good one, master.” The background turns dark gray as the view zooms in on Mob and he, still smiling with big eyes, says, “Shut up!”

Reigen’s mouth parts as his expression goes to blank shock. The background behind him is stark black. End ID]