1. smoulderandbraids said: 22 or 38 please!

    ninjaboots:

    twoearsandaheart:

    [22, two miserable people meeting at a wedding au]

    "Hawks have two men over the line, Sharp coming up the left wing, Versteeg to Saad, Saad to Sharp, JUST OVER THE GLOVE OF JONATHAN QUICK, HAWKS WIN, HAWKS WIN! A Game 6 overtime win for the Blackhawks and this series is going back to Chicago for a Game 7!!

    YES!!!!" Patrick screamed, voice echoing.  He was so caught up in his fist pumping and victory dancing and scrambling to text Jackie (you just got OWNED, pay up shrimp boat!) that he forgot where he was until a deep, disembodied voice cut the silence in the not-as-empty-as-he-thought bathroom.

    "Um."

    Patrick let the stall door swing open, one earbud dangling, phone buzzing in his hand. Elation absolutely trumped embarrassment in this (and so many) situations, so he just grinned at the tall, tanned and confused-looking guy in a light grey suit who was standing awkwardly by the sinks.

    "Game Seven, baby!" Patrick crowed, and the guy’s forehead crease eased up a little.

    "You’re a hockey fan?"

    The guy had a boutonniere and looked vaguely familiar, and Patrick realized that oh, those were the suits the groomsmen were wearing.  Suspect behaviour in front of one of the wedding party still couldn’t squelch the raging joy.

    "Blackhawks. You?"

    The guy grinned.  “Good year for you.  Jets.”  Guy shrugged, a rueful expression on his face.

    Patrick was full of good will from the outcome of the game; full of love for his fellow man, and especially this man who filled the lines of his suit nicely and didn’t seem inclined to frown on Patrick’s sneaking away from the “feeding each other cake” portion of events to follow the Hawks-Kings into overtime.

    "Sucks, buddy.  I’d buy you a drink to say sorry, but—."

    Guy snorted.  “Open bar. Thanks anyway.”  Then he extended his hand.  “I’m Jon, by the way.”

    Patrick’s brows rose.  “Brother of the groom.  Congrats then, I guess.  And er, sorry about, uh,” Patrick ripped the second earbud from his left ear and let his palm greet Jon’s.  “Patrick.  Roommate of the bride.  Or—former roommate, now.”

    It was a whirlwind affair, slapdash wedding, and Harper was leaving him with six months left on their lease to go travel South America with her new romantic lifemate.  Patrick’s wedding present was not holding her to her half of the contract.

    "Don’t be," Jon said, finally releasing Patrick’s hand.  "Fucking—June weddings, right?"  His eyeroll captured the remaining disparagement that his tone couldn’t, then he eyed Patrick’s phone speculatively.

    "Hey, um…my mom took my phone before the ceremony and won’t give it back til I’ve like, fulfilled all my Best Man obligations. Which apparently includes dancing?" he tacked on wryly.  "But I’m sort of dying to check in with the Eastern Conference Final…."

    Patrick grinned. “A man after my own heart.  You snag some drinks, I’ll grab some cake, meet you back here in ten?”

    With a wide smile stretching his features Jon looked less attractively austere, more like an excited puppy.  He did a sedate little fist-pump of his own, less ostentatious than Patrick’s victory cellies, but his hockey fervor was no less fierce for it. 

    “Fuck yeah.  Nice to meet you, Patrick,” he said, with a sexy little growl on the last part that had Patrick remembering Harper’s promises of wedding sex for Patrick.  (“I’m suuuuure there’ll be someone to suit your lofty—oh wait, your ‘just needs a dick’ standards—which is basically no standards at all,” she’d chirped him over a working brunch:  mimosas and folding seating placards for every guest.) 

    Patrick smiled to himself as he trailed Jon out of the bathroom.  All of a sudden those promises were looking a little less empty.

    twoearsandaheartand that’s how they become bros sitting hunched over patrick’s phone in the handicapped stall in the men’s bathroom at jonny’s brother’s wedding small picnic of cake and beer and leaping hugs when crosby finally nets one to send the Pens to the FinalDaddy Toews walks in at one point hollers for the score and instructs jonny that he’s got about 10 more minutes to make an appearance on the dance floor before his mother sends out a search party drunk and silly with it by then (and plotting to keep their heads close enough that they can each still wear an earbud) jonny asks patrick to dance 'dude you are BRILLIANT yeah let's go!' which is how they end up slow-dancing to ‘greatest love of all’ and probably also grinding hockey boners through afrojack’s ‘can’t stop me’

     
  2. 20:05

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    Reblogged from feministnoise

    Anonymous said: Do you ever think you'll stop drawing fanart? No offense it just seems like the kind of thing you're supposed to grow out of. I'm just curious what your plans/goals are since it isn't exactly an art form that people take seriously.

    thescienceofjohnlock:

    linzeestyle:

    euclase:

    Ah, fanart. Also known as the art that girls make.

    Sad, immature girls no one takes seriously. Girls who are taught that it’s shameful to be excited or passionate about anything, that it’s pathetic to gush about what attracts them, that it’s wrong to be a geek, that they should feel embarrassed about having a crush, that they’re not allowed to gaze or stare or wish or desire. Girls who need to grow out of it.

    That’s the art you mean, right?

    Because in my experience, when grown men make it, nobody calls it fanart. They just call it art. And everyone takes it very seriously.

    It’s interesting though — the culture of shame surrounding adult women and fandom. Even within fandom it’s heavily internalized: unsurprisingly, mind, given that fandom is largely comprised by young girls and, unfortunately, our culture runs on ensuring young girls internalize *all* messages no matter how toxic. But here’s another way of thinking about it.

    Sports is a fandom. It requires zealous attention to “seasons,” knowledge of details considered obscure to those not involved in that fandom, unbelievable amounts of merchandise, and even “fanfic” in the form of fantasy teams. But this is a masculine-coded fandom. And as such, it’s encouraged - built into our economy! Have you *seen* Dish network’s “ultimate fan” advertisements, which literally base selling of a product around the normalization of all consuming (male) obsession? Or the very existence of sports bars, built around the link between fans and community enjoyment and analysis. Sport fandom is so ingrained in our culture that major events are treated like holidays (my gym closes for the Super Bowl) — and can you imagine being laughed at for admitting you didn’t know the difference between Supernatural and The X Files the way you might if you admit you don’t know the rules of football vs baseball, or basketball?

    "Fandom" is not childish but we live in a culture that commodified women’s time in such away that their hobbies have to be "frivolous," because "mature" women’s interests are supposed to be caretaking, via marriage, children, and the lives of those within an imagined (generally nuclear) family unit: things that allow others to continue their own special interests, while leaving women without a space of their own.

    So think about what you’re actually saying when you call someone “too old” for fandom. Because you’re suggesting they are “too old” for a consuming hobby, and I challenge you to answer — what do you think they should be doing instead?

    I would like every anon and non-anon who have sent me messages along the the lines of 'you're too old for tumblr, it's creepy' and 'when will you grow out of fandom?' to read this and remember it when they are in their 40s.

     
  3. 19:59

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    Reblogged from the4freedoms

    Tags: good story

     
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  5. 10:15 25th Sep 2014

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    Reblogged from slodwick

    thegill-man:

    Retro-style posters that were given out to the cast and crew of the Captain America films. I absolutely love these, and really wish they’d been the official one-sheets. The First Avenger poster is absolutely beautiful.

    OK BUT THAT SECOND ONE WHERE IT SEXUALIZES NATSHA LESS AND MAKES IT CLEAR SHE AND SAM ARE JUST AS IMPORTANT. THIS IS THE POSTER THE MOVIE DESERVED. 

     
  6. jamesondash:

This is AWAY GAME. Available as an all-format package on Gumroad and for your Kindle on Amazon. Thanks for checking it out.
Enjoy. I hope it makes you smile today.

THIS IS IT, THE SEQUEL TO HOME TEAM WE HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR. THIS IS THE SEQUEL ZACH AND AARON DESERVE, IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL. 

    jamesondash:

    This is AWAY GAME. Available as an all-format package on Gumroad and for your Kindle on Amazon. Thanks for checking it out.

    Enjoy. I hope it makes you smile today.

    THIS IS IT, THE SEQUEL TO HOME TEAM WE HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR. THIS IS THE SEQUEL ZACH AND AARON DESERVE, IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL. 

     
  7. 23:53 24th Sep 2014

    Notes: 3465

    Reblogged from ladyofthelog

    
I’ve got red in my ledger, I’d like to wipe it out. Can you? Can you wipe out that much red?

    I’ve got red in my ledger, I’d like to wipe it out.
    Can you? Can you wipe out that much red?

    (Source: restarks)

     
  8. 23:16

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    Reblogged from scrollgirl

    loving-that-officey-feel:

    scheherezhad:

    dauntlessardor:

    jackthevulture:

    IM SCREAMIBG WITH LAUGHTER THESE GIRLS ARE MY HEROES

    SHOTS FUCKING FIRED

    For anyone not familiar with how modern country sounds, these girls are calling out ACTUAL songs like making blatant references to ACTUAL lyrics from other songs on the radio.

    And its fucking FLAWLESS OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING.

    One of the reasons I stopped listening to country was, when I was a kid, the radio was full of songs by women and songs that talked about women like they were actual people.

    Now so many of the songs dont give women a personality, just describe things about them like their legs, their lips, how they look in your truck. Its just SO much objectification.

    My sister just showed me this and its ADSFHASDFKLLKFH she even said she heard it on the radio im so happy

    "I aint your tan legged juliet" IM SCREECHING

    I’ve been meaning to make a post about this song… but I’m glad someone else already did lol

    This is my new favorite thing. I need to borrow dad’s truck and drive around blasting this.

    Ok, so I have this rule where ‘I will listen to any genre of music except country’. Well, these ladies get to be the exception to that rule, because YES, THIS SONG.

    See, when I was growing up my dad had control of the radio and all he listens to is country, so that was all I ever heard. No other radio stations were allowed, and any music channels on tv like Much music or mtv were banned in our house. My mom had one cassette of the Bee Gee’s, the Beverly Hills Cop soundtrack, and the Top Gun soundtrack, (which she was rarely allowed to play on family outings, but which I lived to hear because I thought they were so fantastic,) and that was the ONLY non-country music I heard until I was 12 unless it was playing in the background at a store I was shopping at. Not only that, but (because this was back in the 90’s,) my dad really *hated* any of the song-writers with any depth. Garth Brooks, Mary Chapin Carpenter… anyone who’s song I’d consider to actually have content, got the radio switched to a different country station. The redneck, beer-drinking, women-objectifying, uber-conservative country. That was the “good stuff”.

    So I grew up liking country music because that was all there was.

    Then, when I was 12 my grandparents gave me a cassette walkman with a radio for Christmas, (and also a greatest hits of ABBA cassette, which was my grandma’s favourite band). And I could turn that dial myself and listen to whatever I wanted. Which also coincided with us getting our first family computer and access to the new wonders of the internet.

    So, what did I stumble into first straight from country? The obligatory early 00’s pop, German metal, and Japanese pop music. And let me say it was love at first listen.

    Like, I may complain about the objectification of women in pop songs, but at that time at the tender age of 12 it was like ‘omg, women are PEOPLE in these songs!’ ‘There are songs about *me*, I don’t just have to be decoration!’ because for all pop music’s failings, it is still head and shoulders over the MESS that is country music.

    Metal was even better, I fell hard for European symphonic metal bands.

    And once I had that perspective of what music COULD be when it wasn’t about beer/farms/trucks/heartbreak/slut-shaming/objectification/cheating and being cheated on, I ran as far away as I could and never looked back.

    The whole genre is so disgustingly toxic that it is literally the only genre I won’t listen to. Everything else, even if I think it might not be for me, I will give it a try, because I’ve learned that you find so many good things just by being open minded and willing to try something new. And I have been surprised at how much I like some artists from genres I didn’t think I’d be interested in.

    It saddens me to hear how much WORSE country has gotten since I got away from it, (not that I’m at all surprised,) but MAD PROPS to these two ladies for calling out all that endemic bullshit that’s going on. I hope this song catches fire.

    LOVE IT

     
  9. 23:10

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    Reblogged from hockeychickchat

    crosberle:

    Jordan Eberle continues his shirtless interview tradition in Winnipeg

    HOW IS HIS FACE CHANGING THIS MUCH?!?

     
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