whynot: hockey: stay warm in the wintertime (first line)
You For Me | hockey RPF | Tyler Seguin/Brad Marchand | T | ~2900 words
"On the ice, everything clarifies, but then Tyler steps out into the real world and it kind of unravels a bit."

So that's a thing that happened. I didn't think I usually went for this flavor Seguin/Marchand, but when I read the prompt, my brain was like, "Oh? Why not? WHY NOT?? AAAAAHHHDAKJDSK-!!!"

Anyway, Mr. Las and I were watching the BOS-VAN game, and when they got into the pusharound at the end, I burst out laughing. The sportscaster said something like "Brad Marchand is at the bottom of the pile," and I laughed even harder because what a dingus.

Las: He's just so, like--like Marchand would get these good breakaways and then instead of shooting he'd be like "I'm gonna practice my breakdancing".
Mr. Las: "Check out this spin move, bros - OH NO I LOST THE PUCK."
Las: "BRAD MARCHAND IS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PILE."
MR. Las: "AND NOW WITH A FLUTE UP HIS NOSE, BRAD MARCHAND."



That's some nice fluting, Marchy.


Pens friends! What Pens Twitter account/sportsball blog would you rec?
whynot: SPN: angel say wut (OH NO THEY DINT)
Twice last week now, I burst out laughing 'cos I was reading fic on my phone and people around me were like "why are you laughing" and bros why do you think i laugh, i laugh because i am happy! i laugh because the world is a Beautiful Place. But I'm not going to tell you that it's because I'm reading fic about how Brad Marchand is sometimes a literal cat and how Sidney Crosby is about to partake of a consensual gangbang. Not in the same fic, but who's counting??

Pens friends! I have questions. )
whynot: Merlin: the adventures of angel and katie (queens of albion)
The shock has worn away and I'm fuzzy on a couple of beers, and now the nagging doubt settles. Krejci's injured again. We got a call-up playing center in his place. Granted, the Spooner line turned out to be effective tonight. And hey, Ferlin got his first point, and Bart and Caron played like they were determined to prove people wrong. But was Chicago the last hurrah before the long dark teatime of the soul? The Bruins haven't really proved themselves to be a durable team this season.

I missed the Bergeron goal because I was trying to figure out which channel it was on gdi NBC, but the Vines showed up soon enough. I watched it and my heart pretty much turned into the :') emoticon. Marchand to Smith to Bergeron. Marchand with the nice play to Smith, who has been struggling of late, who has been shuffled up and down the lines, who couldn't even look happy when he finally broke his scoring drought in Edmonton because it had been too long. He just looked hunted. But then the feed to Bergeron, and then the goal. This stupid fucking line. This king and his lionhearts. I hate them.

And then Smith got a goal, too! So that was nice.

Tuuka's losing it, though.

I got my hockeyexchange assignment! I'm very happy with it.

Also, in other Bruins stuff, can we talk about this? And how Dougie is all, "Wow, there is a lot of touching right now, I better put my hands in my pockets so I don't... touc...h...stuff........" It's getting hot in hurr. IDK DUDES THEY ARE ALL SO FOND OF PASTA AND IT IS GIVING ME ALL THE FEELS. #tbt to this dumb shit. Krug couldn't even stay upright and crashed into him in his rush. bb that is no helping way, but we can appreciate your intent.

do you ever cry

malcolm notfic feat. just a wee linguini )
whynot: etc: excuses, excuses (express yourself)
The game's in 20 mins and I already told Mr. Las I'm gonna be late for band practice tonight because I wanna watch my main man and yours, Malcolm Subban, make his NHL debut. Sometimes you gotta prioritize.

Relatedly, let's yell at the Bruins.

Dear human disasters, )
whynot: Once Upon a Time in Mexico: malaguena salerosa (up in lights)
HAHA SMITH IS DEMOTED DOWN THE LINES AND PAILLE IS PROMOTED UP THE LINES.

By HAHA I mean HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHRGHRGRGH. It's nothing we're not used to seeing from Smith nowadays, and that is the unfortunate thing, the depressingly unsurprising thing. Paille missing open nets has become the punchline to a long-running and very stilted joke, but at least Paille shows up. Smith is a non-entity. Smith is losing his job to this guy. SMITH. SMITTY. WAKE UP, SMITTY. You can't do this to us, man. Not like this. NOT LIKE THIIIIIIIS.

So yeah, that was some tragic hockey last night, so naturally the perfect antidote is to watch a movie about hockey tragedy. ESPN's "30 for 30" last night was called Of Miracles and Men, about the 1980 Miracle on Ice from the Soviet POV. It's been widely compared to Red Army, but that one's still on the to-watch list for me, soooo Of Miracles and Men it is, and we loved it.

I had Smith not!fic I wanted to burble out, but I'm tired and hungry, so I will get to it AT SOME POINT, maybe. Also, sign up for hockeyexchange on LJ.

I hadn't realized that we're playing against Dallas next hahahahahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

is it baseball yet
whynot: hockey: stay warm in the wintertime (first line)
lol, y'know the Krug/Marchand notfic I wrote last post? I turned it into an actual fic, because. Post-game sex and trade anxiety, y'know?

Doesn't Change Much | hockey RPF | Torey Krug/Brad Marchand | Mature | ~900 words
"There's nothing to hold on to. Soon, he suspects, there will be even less."

Also, come read the Lackadaisy webcomic, guys. It's beautifully illustrated, with clever dialogue, taking place during Prohibition in St. Louis. My favorite character is everyone, but after reading The Midnight Special by prodigy, I may have a giant soft spot for stoic, stubborn, ornery Viktor Vasko and his partnership with irascible, particular Mordecai Heller, and how good they were at--uh, getting rid of problems~ once upon a time.

And, also, thanks to the internet, I'm watching this Russian TV show on Hulu called Junior League, which is like Friday Night Lights but Russian and hockey. I'm only on episode 2, and I might watch a bunch more up in my room shortly because I like the feelings it gives me. Future Yuletide fandom? QUITE POSSIBLY.
whynot: Once Upon a Time in Mexico: malaguena salerosa (up in lights)
Krug and Marchand got into a fight during practice. Oh little children, is the pressure of being a complete train wreck GETTING TO YOU? LOOK, WHAT'S THAT IN THE DISTANCE? Is it your wild card spot? It seems to be flying south for the winter, heading straight for Florida. The projected probability is that Boston has a 28% chance of making playoffs. What is the algorithm on this? There's a lot of hearts scraped raw, the silences a little heavier, Kells' pep talks a little razor-edged, and Tuukka has no patience for anyone or anything, except maybe Sveddy, who as a backup goalie is kind of off to the side and has a bird's eye view that no one else has. Sveddy's just trying to stay out of everyone's way. He's just trying to help. During TV breaks, Tuukka skates over and strategizes with him in a vindictive voice, and Sveddy adjusts his Bruins cap and listens.

notfic o'clock, Marchand/Krug || someone underwater looking up at the sun )
whynot: Where's Waldo: je suis perdu (que hora son mi corazón)
Getting kicked in the teeth for a wild card spot is no way to be. )

lol, idk, sometimes my post-game analysis is just fic that goes nowhere. Say if this is a 'verse or a timeline, then next time I can write about the blowjobs that I think this ficlet meant to get to. EXPRESS YOURSELF. Try it, NESN. Spice up your overtime!

Speaking of which, the internet has discovered Rob Gronkwski erotica on Amazon. It is called A Gronking to Remember, and it gives me hope. If someone can publish "do to me what Gronk does to a football" and make money off of it, then there is hope for me. Plus, a part of me kinda hopes that Gronk wrote (dictated?) this as an elaborate prank and is giggling to himself as Boston sports internet goes belly-up.

Unrelatedly, do you guys read Lackadaisy? Because I am in a glass case of emotion re: Viktor and Mordecai and I must scream.
whynot: hockey: stay warm in the wintertime (first line)
I was not looking forward to tonight's game because wow, but it turned out to be a pleasant surprise. Also, today I went on the Harpoon Brewery tour with my brother, and if you guys are ever in Boston, I'd recommend stopping by. Cute tour, good booze.


Unrelatedly, hockey RPF ideas )
whynot: SPN: all hail (Default)
It has become a running joke that the offensive production of teams I become a fan of turns to dust, so I guess, you're welcome, people who hate the Bruins. I accept gratitude in the form of monetary donations, please message me for further details. Meanwhile, I am forbidden from becoming a Patriots fan and currently instructed to root for Denver. Go Broncos!

I have this Hilary Knight/Julie Chu fic that's been sitting in my drafts that I should stop procrastinating. Also, I guess, my DCBB? But Christmas is a few days away, and I'm going to spend all day tomorrow making macaroons. This clarity of mission feels so good to me. For one day, I don't really need to worry about job applications and whatever. All I have to do is make macaroons and put them in cute bags. I will be so at peace.

Hey, do you guys watch Scandal? I'm halfway through S2 and I am digging the shit out of Mellie Grant. What a ferocious, sharp-toothed woman. Weaponize the performative femininity of a first lady like the BADASS YOU ARE. I don't really ship anyone, but I get strong king/lionheart feelings from Olivia/Harrison. The president needs to stop pooping his pants though, like sir you are an adult, you must stop defecating in your drawers, or at least buy your own diapers, like have you learned nothing?
whynot: hockey: stay warm in the wintertime (first line)
Another gratuitous icon post! I have a hockey icon now, yay.

All the language stuff from the last post got me thinking also about that fatigue that comes when you have to communicate all day in a language you're not fluent in. There were some days this got really stressful for me when I was working in Indonesia, and at its worst, I felt like I was losing my personality because I simply did not know how to express it. (lol, extra stress because people expected me to speak the language well because I am an actualfax Indonesian, but that is neither here nor there.) (I am an Outdonesian.) (...I'm sorry.)

ANYWAY, Pastrnak was quoted recently as saying he reckons his English is getting worse. My brain was like FIC PROMPT, because idk, because Pastrnak apparently grew up idolizing David Krejci, so on top of being drawn to Krejci for starry-eyed feelings, he's also drawn because he's hungry for speaking freely and being understood. And Krejci is intrigued~ lol idk because Las isn't in a sports fandom until she starts doodling stuff about veterans wanting to get their grubby mitts on rookie tush. Throw in a scene where Chara pulls Krejci aside all like, "uh dude water u doin..."

and then )
whynot: SPN: surprise!Indonesia (all in the family)
Meanwhile, in Marchand/Pastrnak news:



ping pong all night long oh yea is that what the kids are calling it these days. Don't worry, Brad's gonna give it to him a lot more frequently now amirite ladiez

On another note, sports fandom has gotten me thinking again about how to write stories where the characters have language barriers. What's the best way to do that? In SPN fandom, I dealt with it a few times by racebending characters into Indonesians, specifically Sundanese Indonesians because that's the cadence I'm most familiar with. (BANDUNG REPRESENT.) But like, take baseball - I don't know Japanese or Spanish. Hockey, I don't know Russian or any of the northern and eastern European languages. I don't really know how to do the broken English in fic and be confident that I can pull it off.

I was thinking, then, maybe write a fic from say David Pastrnak's POV and narrate his thoughts and try to cheat around dialogue. English is not my first language either, but it's become the language I'm most comfortable in, whereas my grasp of Indonesian kinda stalled at around the age I was when my family emigrated. I know there's an English-language novel out there about a POC family in which when they're speaking in their native language, the dialogue is still written in English with us understanding it's not, but when other people are speaking in English, their dialogue is italicized, and maybe not in quotations, or something? There has to be a way I can do this without learning Japanese/Spanish/Czech/Finnish/Russian/Swedish.

I'm fascinated by the intersections though. I have this scene I want to work into baseball fic at some point where Christian Vazquez is, like, idk, eating a sandwich while Xander Bogaerts is nattering away on the phone next to him. Vazquez and Bogaerts, BFFs extraordinaire, usually talk to each other in Spanish, but Bogaerts is on the phone with his brother and they're talking in Papiamento. Vazquez doesn't know Papiamento, but he recognizes some words simply because he's been hanging around Bogaerts for so long. Stuff like that. But I'd be writing all this in English 'cos that's the language I know, so how do I balance that!

Like check out Ichiro Suzuki and Munenori Kawasaki, who have picked up the obscene variety of Spanish from their teammates. Another thing I want is a scene where Koji Uehara, David Ortiz, and Mike Napoli are hanging out shit-faced enough that Koji speaks Japanese more often than not, and Ortiz speaks Spanish more often than not, and Nap's just blabbering along in English, and they all get along merrily and understand each other just enough in this grand adventure. basball frans
whynot: SPN: all hail (Default)
OK, so fan-flashworks@LJ (I forget how to HTML the thing, it's been a while) has the next prompt of CONTRABAND. I have ideas. There is no guarantee that what's under the cut is going to involve any of these ideas! But there are fic ideas for def.

broons )
whynot: SPN: all hail (we're going to heaven)
Some wee ickle baby named David Pastrnak got his first point on an assist to Bread Mearcheand today, so whatever.

:DDD

I HOPE RIGHT NOW HIS PHONE IS ALL BLOWN UP and he calls back Jordan and Malcolm in Providence and it is all very incoherent, everyone's joy colliding, and Pasta's like "But guys, we lost," but he has this huge grin on his face anyway because the shine of being up in lights hasn't worn off, like will it ever? Y'KNOW?? His mother is crying half a world away, he knows it in his heart because she cries at everything and the guys call him a mama's boy like it's a bad thing. He'll call her back next.

WE MUST CARE FOR HIM WELL. I'm looking at you, Bread. Assist~ him back. The kinkmeme practically demands you push Pastrnak up against a wall and lick his neck, et cetera et cetera, a penis, butts.

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