(Quietly going aaaaaaaa. But maybe something floating around. The HR fandom scares me but I could also try picking up a story I abandoned in something else?)

It’s just that show Shane Hollander finds nothing hot about sneaking around but he does it scared because he’s more terrified of not getting Ilya at all. Is all. Maybe.

Okay. I make no promises, because the universe is imperfect and promises lead to disappointment. But if anyone has a prompt in need of a home, I‘m going to try this whole writing thing again.

As always, Sarah Shahi does not get enough credit for...anything. Everything. All the credit, always.

Taking a break from HR to watch Alex Claremont-Diaz be the world's most disaster bisexual.

I stand by my misspellings, they give my statement depth. Or something.

Characters: We are young, carefree fuckboys having meaningless sex on a regular basis, untethered by the emotional repurcussions of our multiyear hidden relationship.
Soundtrack: Bet.

In other random news, this show makes me miss my blackberry in a visceral and embarrassing way. Keyboards and ipods were a moment, we should take that moment back. Nostalgia consumerism, help me out, here.

They are being open minded! And thoughtful! It's not a double date, it's just a hangout in a pricey restaurant with nice quiet private rooms and a no camera policy and yes, you have to be polite, Ilya, and no, you cannot bring your emotional support Hayden Pike, Shane. Because they are BROS.

The real question is how many of the cords and adapters fit Ilya's phone of the month, and how many years it takes for him to realize that his phone never runs out of battery after he spends the night with Shane.

Dear authors, there is no way that Shane Hollander lets his phone die because he forgot to charge it. That is a man with three spare charger blocks and a usb converter on his person at all times and enough spare cords that his father knows a) they exist and b) what drawer they live in.

THIS. I mean, what kind of bros would they be if they didn't get into the spirit of it and experiment a little? In the interests of understanding what the best approach would be for getting their bros together, of course. And meanwhile Shane and Ilya are in panic mode because what if they KNOW.

That is. Yep, that's a thing someone thought, and then wrote, and then put out into the universe. But where is a fic where JJ and Cliff suddenly realize that their besties maybe don't have pathetic straight boy crushes and then decide to act on that knowledge in a healthy but ridiculous fashion?

I feel this in my soul.

Why are they so weird about race in this fandom, can‘t we just have nice things and angsty blowjobs like normal people?

I am aware that the world is…what it is. I am Extremely Online and also dialed into some networks from the before times when I thought I could survive in a line of work that involved body count reductions as a success metric. I cannot be that person here and so the HR hot takes will continue.

This is not at all inspired by the person who told me in a meeting today, "You know that your face tells me what you think of this idea, right?"

Favorite Shane Hollander microexpression? Like, how exactly is it so clear that he is in over his head for 90% of his interactions with the world outside the rink when he is trying so hard to look calm?

Yeah, we ended up laying 2ft x2ft stone tiles. Do not recommend. The sink and plumbing were fine, though. Easier the second time since we had already replaced the bathroom vanity as a test run.

If the universe loved me there would already be an angsty Ilya vid to Sarah Bareilles‘ Little Black Dress. Or I would know how to vid. One of those.

You can do this! We replaced our kitchen one with a farmhouse sink last year and it was fine. Would not recommend replacing counters, though. That part was much tougher than expected.

I miss the days when LJ comms would just deliver new stories to me by people I already trusted to write them.

It's SO GOOD. Ridiculous premise and a few spots where the acting is a bit weak, but the two kids they have as the leads are amazing and I am unhealthily obsessed with the soundtrack. Also I want to have a beer with David Hollander. (We have! I fee like we all missed a half decde in there somehow.)

That makes sense, it does feel very "back when twitter wasn't evil" even though I wasn't in hockey rpf. I'm trying to remember if bandom was the same but I'm drawing a blank.

Yep, I figured. I'm caught up on the spoilers even if I haven't made my way through all the source material. Took a minute to figure out that Kyle is, you know, KYLE, but I got there.

What is up with the social media stories? Not in a bad way, just when did epistolary fiction suddenly become cool again? I feel like I missed a meeting.

Also, today is a big day for the collapse of competitive authoritarianism, gay hockey players and transformative works seem like a good chaser.

Oh, no, I'm planning to do that, too. But I trust the folks I've known for decades, the type who willingly sit through Wings with commentary and days-long meta-analysis of canadian shacks to steer me to the top tier good stuff. I'm not a big believer in the wisdom of crowds.

I give up, I cannot keep up with this giant fandom and it absolutely does not help that one of the leads is a menace on social media like he was raised by wolves and Hugh Dillon. Let's say I haven't read anything before March, what gay hockey fics do I need to read?

frtdneatj, I need some ideas from my fellow elder queers. 1) So it's easier for kids these days, right? Not easy, but...easier? 2) What are some ways to support a kid who's just figuring out who they are?