I watched the Kings/Devils game today with labellementeuse
and the following things may have been said:
- "Did Mike Richards just tumble over the boards into Jeff Carter's lap?" (I don't think that was Carts in retrospect but it looked like him at the time).
- "Guys this is really not the time to be ... oh of course it's Ritchie."
- "How can you make that save, Marty?! You're 40!"
- "Fuck you, Zach Parise. Fuck. You." (x1000)
- "Fuck you, Marty." (I felt kinda bad because the man is a legend but Marty Brodeur you have two Olympic gold medals and three Stanley Cup rings ... stop being greedy. Yes, I'm so very rational about this).
Oh, Kings. I admit I'm bandwagoning them but I now really, really want this for them and they're making it so hard on themselves and Tuesday at work is now going to be incredibly stressful for no work-related reason at all.
While I was always going to be cheering for them, I must admit that the Kings feelings have been helped along by quite a few feelings about Jeff Carter (and Mike Richards to a slightly lesser extent). Yes, I did read Ballad of a Broken Bromance
recently, how did you guess? I've kind of fallen for them. Hard. Look at his reunited with Ritchie smile!
- I still have this gif-set open in a tab right now. (the original interview is on YT here
I also listened to him on Cabbie's podcast where he was pretty endearing ("tks bud" - pretty much all his text messages, and he can apparently cook and he cooks for Ritchie!) Even if a lot of Cabbie's podcasts seem to involve him trying to get laid via knowing various members of the Los Angeles Kings.
Anyway, I'm done. Really.
(Still have a lot of Eric/Jeff, Eric/Cam, Eric/Jeff/Cam feelings too and Scott Hartnell and Jordan Eberle are also quite endearing ... fuck you, hockey). Other things!
I have been rewatching bits of Generation Kill and oh, feelings. Especially Brad feelings and I forogt how many times him and Nate just staaare at each other. Also, ASkars is pretty. This better not lead to me catching-up on True Blood because no. No. You're not that pretty
Alexander. (Considering my recent celebrity crushes, I seem to have a thing for guys called Alex ... and really tall blond people. It all comes back to ASkars apparently IDK).
I also spent last weekend weekend going through the GK tag on my pinboard and reading allll the fic, including this awesome frat AU Bright College Years
and I forgot that Brad played hockey in it. I mean, it's mentioned in passing, but hockey. I am that easy. Yes.
... yeah okay not so much other things. Back to hockey!( Have some pictures of hockey players and some GIFs - Eric, Cam, Jeff (Skinner not Carter), Hank, Sharpy within )Other things (really this time)!
I lost quite a bit of time yesterday to this via a rec by queenkluForever Can Never Be Long Enough, Or The Earl Of Epsom Takes A Husband
(60465 words) by torakowalski
Fandom: Social Network (2010) RPF
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jesse Eisenberg/Andrew Garfield, Justin Timberlake/Hallie Kate Eisenberg, Benedict Cumberbatch/Tom Hardy, Arthur Darvill/Karen Gillan/Matt Smith
Characters: Jesse Eisenberg, Andrew Garfield, Hallie Kate Eisenberg, Justin Timberlake, Joe Mazzello, Emma Stone, Benedict Cumberbatch, Tom Hardy, Arthur Darvill, Matt Smith, Karen Gillan, Lily Cole
Regency AU. When Andrew Garfield, the new Earl of Epsom, returns from the Peninsula War to find his ancestral home mortgaged to the hilt, he must marry Jesse Eisenberg, his parents’ mysterious ward, in order to save his family from ruin.
I was also planning to go on about how apparently it was my 10-year LJ-anniversary in April. Yep, totally missed it. It led to me looking at my old journal which, wow. Yeah. I mentioned RL stuff a lot more. A lot more. Also I uh apparently wrote Remus/Bill. Who knew? Anyway, any deeper thoughts I've had have been chased away by hockey.
I meant to discuss Euro too bust mostly my reaction is WTF Netherlands? I first got into football via France 1998 and watching them play so I still have bit of a soft-spot for them even if they played dickishly in the World Cup final in 2010. Denmark, dudes?