ME TOO!! I want to read it so bad, I just don’t…. want.. to write… it……
This is the summary though!
expected his first year in the NHL to be difficult. He expected the long road
trips, the aggressive checks, the constant fatigue, the rampant homophobia
lurking under the surface of a culture that put traditional masculinity on a
pedestal. Less expected is the balancing act that is his social life. Putting
up with a surly captain while keeping in contact with friends from college and
slowly falling for an anonymous guy he met on tinder were not a part of Bitty’s
contract with the Providence Falconers.
Yes, Jack is the guy he met on tinder. No, neither of them know that.
I really want it to be a multi media story so it includes tumblr posts, newspaper headlines, text messages etc. for example, from chapter 3:
fyeahjarse: Did you hear about Zimms helping Eric Bittle?? They’re
doing extra morning practices together??? Look at my son helping my other son,
what a good captain. -> reblogged and someone adds doodles of them as
falcons a la the penguin artist on irl hockey tumblr (ninja omelet)
my aesthetic is people who portray dark, stoic and broody characters on screen and when you see them off screen in interviews and whatnot they’re like the personification of sunshine, cupcakes and kittens
So I haven’t been very active and peoples’ urls have changed and I really don’t talk to anyone anymore which is really sad because I used to love chatting to my mutuals. I’m making a conscious effort to remember I have this blog because I love it and I love being able to come back from work and scroll through all the fandoms and aesthetics and selfies and generally awesomeness that is my dash. So Thank you so much for following me and to those I follow back thanks for brightening up my dash! So here we go! Let’s rediscover some old friends.
In no particular order because I don’t want anyone to feel left out (I did leave little messages for irl friends though). My mutuals! I love you <3
@behindthemaddness HUGH IS SO SASSY @0:27 “A not American?” Holy crap babyyyy please give us more sass. On a serious note though, I can imagine that having people question your OBVIOUS accent gets rather annoying. Like the vid where Hugh defends Mads’ accent when it is brought up.
THIS MAN IS THE MOST CRINGE-WORTHY AMERICAN I HAVE EVER SEEN INTERVIEW ANYONE.
*man sings ‘Down Under’*
me and Rose Byrne alike:
please never do that again to ANYONE wtfffff
So what I’ve learned…
Hugh Dancy + accent related questions = just don’t
Hugh Dancy + accent =
ANOTHER THING: HUGH DANCY WAS EMBARRASSED WHEN ASKED TO TRY AN AMERICAN ACCENT (which the man is a jackass who shouldn’t have asked tbh) BUT THEN HE TOOK ON WILL GRAHAM, A VIRGINIAN AND I AM DYIN G
He took on my drawl, ya’ll, and….I never want to type that ever again. I’m sorry. Now I’m cringing at myself..
Stanning Kim Namjoon can be bittersweet. He gets a lot of hate and people are unwilling to forgive him or give him a chance to redeem himself. Even though he’s the leader, the member who can speak fluent English, addresses international fans at every opportunity and helps write songs for Bangtan (and now Homme), some still mock his accent (when he taught himself English), still disregard him, and he has very few active fansites.
He’s an intelligent guy, thoughtful (late night musings on the fancafe) and a complete dork. My references? His excitement catching that damn crab, befriending a frog and a dragonfly, his immeasurable love for Ryan and forever being rejected by his dog (which he named Rapmon, bless his pure heart).
Before anyone chortles at the title of this, please bear with me. It’s something that, I think in the ending of the Sherlock series, actually makes sense if I had to dissect his relationships with women (romantically speaking).
Since so many people have enjoyed the “I Love You: A Man’s Perspective” post, I also had a great talk with my hub about this new theory of mine, and again, his interpretation from a man’s perspective is really interesting. We also had a very personal talk, which opened my eyes to something I didn’t know about him before. I’ve asked if I can include it here and he’s totally cool with. He’s also completely amazed that people like our banter, but mostly he likes that it’s opened up new avenues of discussion in the fanbase. I’ll denote in the post between our views for clarity.
A small disclaimer: this is merely my (and some of my dude’s) own personal view, coming from our own worldviews and experiences. In no way am I writing any meta, thoughts, or opinions that are meant to invalidate anyone else’s reading of the show or characters. Everyone can have their view and their story, and it’s ok. These are just ours. Art and media is open to everyone’s interpretations.
This is another long one folks, so take a potty break now!
Is this what death feels like? The dull ache that finds it way in your jaw, your head and down your neck. The dull ache that results from holding back the tears as you wish them a happy life together. The nauseous that knots your stomach and creeps up your throat. The burn that comes from swallowing it so you can pretend to smile and be happy for the new couple.
Your former ex, who claimed to still be madly in love with you, and your best friend since you were old enough to talk. Together and in love.
“You’re the girl of my dreams” is what he would refer to you as.
Biting your lip so you focus on the metallic tinge of the blood in your mouth before focusing on the salty streams making their way down your face ruining your perfect makeup.
“I didn’t want it to end up like this. I swear” she paced back and forth watching your face. “We started hanging out, we have so much in common and things just progressed.”
You turned your face away trying to avoid her gaze. You refused to show weakness, to yell at her, to blame her. You refused to blame him. You blamed yourself for not seeing it sooner.
He had started to distant himself from you. No more random lunch dates, no more thinking of you texts or flowers just because. What changed? Why weren’t you good enough? Why weren’t you enough?
You wrapped your arms around your chest trying to hold together what dignity, of any, you had left. You left go of a shaky breath as you looked at her.
“I understand, really. I mean we can’t help who we fall for. Or who falls for us.” You took another breathe trying to find the strength to be strong.
“You’re my best friend and if you’re happy, then I’m happy.” You replied praying she didn’t hear the crack in your voice as you lied through your teeth.
She hugged your neck and you hugged back. She was your shoulder to cry in, your voice of sanity when you were breaking down. But this time she was the cause. You felt her let go and you took another deep breath. Things were different now.
“Don’t tell Steve I stopped by. He doesn’t know I’ve said anything to you yet. He wanted to tell you in his own time. In his own way.” She started to walk to the door.
“I was afraid you would hate me. I am so sorry it happened this way.” She said apologetically as she shut the door and walked out.
She didn’t cry. She didn’t try to understand your pain. She didn’t try to make you tell her what you really feeling at that moment. She didn’t want to hear how she betrayed you. She didn’t want to hear how much you were hating yourself. She didn’t want to hear how you were going to cry yourself to sleep tonight.
You sat down on your couch, curling your legs up to meet your face. You felt the tears fall and you couldn’t fight back anymore. There was no one to console you. No one to make you feel better. You screamed in pain as you let the sobs take over your body.
Your eyes were swollen and puffy. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to not breathe. It hurt to cry. It hurt to not cry. You sniffled as you dry heaved picking up your ringing phone. You couldn’t hold back the second? Third? 80th? round of tears that flowed as his name and picture displayed on your screen.
You screamed as you threw the phone against the wall. You started to let another sob take you when you heard a knock on your door.
I honestly think I might be pan? Like I don’t think I’d ever really care if someone wasn’t a guy or a girl. If I like them I like them. But I’ve also never really been around many nonbinary people to test this so I have no idea. I’m so confused can any of my pan followers help me out?