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chatgpt is a threat to the symbiotic relationship between fanfic writers and their betas. we are losing our traditions. eradicate the soulless machine and ask your friend who has a full time job and 3 kids to annotate your omegaverse fanfiction like any other responsible adult.
honestly when you remember that tlg was meant to be reid’s last book and that she is experiencing a degenerative disease it all totally totally makes sense and i get really defensive of her. she so clearly cares about this, she so clearly considers it an important part of herself, and of course she wanted to end on a positive note. of course she wanted love to save the day. this is her public work and what she has to ultimately say as an author. like i think in a very real way this is about what she wants to publically leave behind and i think that dimension gets missed so often in critique
WIP Word Guessing Game
Rules: Send me an ask with a word and I'll post a sentence or paragraph from one of my WIPs that contains that word!
If you manage to stump me, I'll write three sentences and share these.
If you want to play please feel free to reblog/repost this so people can send you words.
ilya x the cure 🧪
*flash warning 3:30-3:45*
tags: @tiptoethruthetulips
heartbreaking: this heated rivalry fic author has no idea how hockey works
warm up doesn't end with them starting the game....
it's alternate captain NOT assistant captain!
there is nothing in the world that a player could do to "break a goalpost" and they also can't "stomp on a puck and split it in half"
NHL teams are not sharing a tunnel!!!!
ILYA ROZANOV AND SHANE HOLLANDER ARE NOT GETTING SENT DOWN TO THE MINORS NO MATTER HOW GAY THEY ARE!!!!
i don't care that it's the all star game they are NOT UP BY SEVEN!!!!!!!!!
THE TEAM CAPTAINS DO NOT RUN PRACTICE THE COACHES DO!!!!!!!
There is no extended break around Christmas!!!!
ROOKIES ARE NOT MAKING "MORE MONEY THAN THEY EVER IMAGINED" BECAUSE 1) THEY DID NOT STUMBLE INTO THE NHL THEY HAVE BEEN DREAMING ABOUT THIS THEIR ENTIRE LIVES 2) ELCs START AT 750K A YEAR, THAT IS A LOT OF MONEY YES, BUT ALSO THAT IS AN IMAGINABLE AMOUNT OF MONEY, EVEN IF THEY GET A CHUNKY FIRST CONTRACT THAT IS STILL AN IMAGINABLE AMOUNT OF MONEY!!!!!
this is a canon nitpick not a how hockey works nitpick, but..... Shane won 2 cups with Montreal, Ilya won 1 cup with Boston, together they have three COMBINED cups, BUT neither Ilya NOR Shane are winning their INDIVIDUAL FOURTH CUP while on the centaurs (unless you've written them already winning a cup while on the cens) because 2+1=3 (Shane) and 1+1=2 (Ilya)
if you're going to make your own names for teams that aren't mentioned in the book or show awesome! maybe just like.... check the list of NHL teams first???? because uhhhh......
the VANCOUVER CANADIANS?????
and the BUFFALO SABRETOOTHS?????
WAGs aren't making posters to hold up at the game.
defensemen are called defensemen because they are the skaters who defend the goal NOT because they are the skaters who take do the fights.
SHANE HOLLANDER AND ILYA ROZANOV DO NOT HAVE ROAD ROOMMATES AT THEIR BIG AGE!!!!!! THE NHLPA BARGANED THAT OUT OF EXISTENCE (except for players on ently level contracts) IN TWENTY FUCKING THIRTEEN!!!!!! this inaccuracy is unforch reinforced by the show and the book which has Ilya rooming with Connors and Shane rooming with Hayden long after their ELCs would've been done. HOWEVER I am choosing to believe that the book and show is NOT inaccurate, but simply that the NHLPA is somehow even more useless in the game changer universe than it is in our universe.
Players from opposing teams are not doing locker room media scrums together!!!!!!!!!!
Neither shane nor ilya nor scott nor troy not hayden nor ryan nor nor nor nor will ever ever and i mean EVERRRRR win SEVEN (7) STANLEY CUPS! That is not happening in this universe, or the game changer universe! that is not how the sport of hockey has worked in DECADES PLURAL!!!!! there are nine (9) players TOTAL who have won seven (7) Stanley cups and the last time any of those bitches won was..... NINETEEN SEVENTY NINE (1979)!!!!!!!!!!!!
weeknight hockey games typically start at 7pm and end at 9:30ish plus showering, media, and commute, Hayden Pike is getting home LONG after his children have gone to bed.
NHL TEAMS ARE NOT DRAFTING GUYS WHO ARE ONLY "OKAY" AT HOCKEY!!!! AND THEY ESPECIALLY AREN'T DOING IT WHEN THEY'RE FIVE FOOT SIX!!! (5'6)
a 6-2 win is neither breathtaking NOR record breaking. that's a normal ass blowout.
TEAMS DO NOT TAKE BUSES ON ROADTRIPS TEAMS DO NOT TAKE BUSES ON ROADTRIPS TEAMS DO NOT TAKE BUSES ON ROADTRIPSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TEAMS.
DO.
NOT.
TAKE.
BUSES.
ON.
ROADTRIPS.
general managers are NOT coaches and VICE VERSA (troy ryan is an idiot and should not be looked to for inspiration) coaches don't make trades! and gms don't run practices!!! (NEITHER DO THE CAPTAINS!!!!!)
finding a secular french elementry school in MONTREAL QUEBEC is not a challenge.
holy shit prev you're right shane did win a 3rd cup in montreal and i forgot because it's barely fucking mentioned in the books, and we DON'T SEE IT HAPPEN IN EITHER OF SHANE AND ILYA'S!!! IT GETS A THROWAWAY LINE IN THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE LONG GAME AND THAT'S IT!!!!!!
^ THAT'S IT!!! okay well it also gets mentioned a bit in ch4 because they bring the cup to the camp, but like STILL!!!! shane won a whole ass cup OFF OF THE PAGE?!?!?!
I do stand by the "ilya isn't winning his fourth cup" comment, because that incorrect fact is what lead me to write that addition to the post. Ilya has won one (1) cup.
they aren't organizing whole team PR events for the second week of july!!! during second week of july at most only the guys with families are in town!!!! EVERYONE ELSE IS ON VACATION!!!!!!
and also THE PLAYOFFS ARE DONE BY JULY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
12 year old boys know what boners are
defensemen don't take faceoffs
And yes I DO think that Shane was velcro baby with Yuna and I think she let it go on just a little too long. In my mind, Shane is a rainbow baby several times over and Yuna just...never quite gets past that with how permissive she is of him as a young child. So yes Yuna IS going to pick up Shane from daycare at ten-thirty AM on a Tuesday because the teacher called and said he was having a difficult time calming down after drop-off. And yes there is a stretch of six months or so when Shane is six and struggling with nightmares during which Yuna and David do not have sex one single time because Shane is in their bed like clockwork by nine PM every night. And yes Yuna continues picking Shane up and balancing him on her hip until she literally cannot do so anymore. And she cries, somewhere where nobody can see her, the first time Shane doesn't reach out to hold her hand in the grocery store anymore--and he's already too old to have been doing it for this long but fuck. Fuck. And from the day she brings him home from the hospital to the night before he moves out of her house permanently at age nineteen, if he is sleeping under her roof, and if she wakes up in the middle of the night, she cannot go back to sleep without cracking open the door of his bedroom and checking to make sure his chest is rising and falling.
Sometimes, occasionally, on random nights, she'll wake up and she won't know why and she has to call him to make sure it wasn't some kind of sign. And she knows it's probably bad and she knows it's probably not fair to his sleep schedule or to whatever personal life he may be trying to have but she just can't help it. And usually she only has to call once for him to pick up, voice bleary and sleep-deep, and he'll just say, "I'm fine, mom, go to sleep," because he knows her so well, her velcro baby.
And then once or twice it's two in the morning and it takes three calls for him to pick up and by the time he finally does she's pacing in the hallway in front of her and David's bedroom and the sound of his voice, slightly out of breath and strangely awake for this time of night, strikes her with icy relief.
"Mom," he sighs, "Sorry, I'm fine, I was just--I was, uh, asleep. And I didn't hear my phone."
"Oh, that's okay," Yuna says, even though she can tell he wasn't asleep and isn't sure why he's lying to her. She's been encouraging him to, like, live a little. Go out for more than just team bonding. Be a little fucking wild--be a twenty-something in one of the most interesting cities in the world. Surely he knows she wouldn't judge him.
And then she hears a rustle of sheets and a clearing of a throat that sort of very clearly didn't come from close enough to the phone for it to be Shane's throat it came from. And as soon as she hears it she knows that she shouldn't have, and that she needs to forget she did, and so she does.
"A-anyway, Mom, I gotta get back to sleep," Shane says. "We're on ice first thing in the morning and Coach isn't gonna go easy after that shitshow tonight, so..."
"Theriault always makes it personal about Boston," Yuna muses.
"Yeah, well, it's Boston. So, um. G'night and I love you and tell Dad that I'll see him on Thursday after his, uh, banquet thing."
"Will do. Love you too, sweetheart." There's a beat during which Shane should be hanging up the phone, but he doesn't, because he can probably tell that she has more she wants to say.
"Mom," he says, a little impatient, but he doesn't hang up. Sometimes, Yuna is glad that Shane is her only baby, because she genuinely doesn't know where she would fit twice as much love in her body.
"Just--are you...I mean..." She wants to ask are you happy, are you lonely, are you WITH someone right now and if you are please just tell me if they take care of you--
But, of course, she can't say any of that because Shane really, truly is not the baby in her arms or the child wrapped around her leg anymore, and she has to make her peace with that even if it means not knowing if he's okay.
"You know you can always talk to me, right?" she says finally.
And Shane just sighs, still a little impatient and frustrated, but his voice is gentle when he says, "Yeah, mom, I know."
These are important things I have learned about writing fiction. I know these things, but sometimes I need a reminder. So I am writing them here, both as a reminder for myself, and as a reminder for all those who, like me, sometimes forget.
Characters must make choices.
Characters should often make bad choices before they make good choices.
Character choices should drive the vast majority of the plot. Characters reacting to having random stuff thrown at them is far less interesting than characters reacting to the stuff they've thrown after it's ricocheted around and comes bouncing back toward them.
If a character refuses to make a choice, there better be consequences for that too, and you better have a damn clear way of showing those consequences to the reader and the character.
Nearly every time I'm struggling with writing something, taking a step back and thinking about these 4 things usually helps get me unstuck.
when you get an ao3.org comment where someone quotes fic lines back to you?? unparalleled. brain exploding. best feeling in the world
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Write it badly or it'll never be written
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Heated Rivalry — 1x06 ⤷ PHONE BLOWJOB
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He’s so cool
I have read so much about Cliff Marlow/Marleau on tumblr dot com that I no longer remember anything about him from book canon, including how RR spells his name.
Also he’s a vampire, right
In #myhrtimeline Shane is on Sesame Street to talk about good sportmanship whether it be a win or a loss and then a week later he tries to physically fight Scott on the ice after winning his game against him. Ilya sends him pretty much nonstop memes about this. Most of them are just Elmo wildly swinging his arms around w/ “you” attached.
We don’t talk enough about these condiments
Like, someone DECANTED them into matching plastic containers? Did Shane do it himself? Did he pay a housecleaner or private chef to do it? Did he buy them that way at the supermarket??
And yes, I know that production-wise, the bottles would have been branded and maybe Crave couldn’t get Heinz or Big Relish or whatever to sponsor the show — although there’s multiple Cheetos sightings, and Cheetos is owned by Pepsi and ohhhh wait a sec, My Research (.08 seconds of searching, not the fing AI summaries) has just uncovered that PepsiCo does not own any ketchup or mustard products? Maybe there’s a noncompete clause with other food brands or something? Maybe we cracked it, friends
(No we didn’t)
Brand considerations aside, are we meant to believe that a professional hockey player who’s about to embark on the sexiest two weeks of his life stood in his kitchen, back from that grocery shopping trip, carefully squirting all the mustard from the little French’s bottle into the little matching set? Did he do it over the sink? Did he get ketchup on the counter? Did he put whatever didn’t fit into the new container back into the fridge to refill it later? Could he possibly care about this? Is there fic in here anywhere?? Help
Of course there’s fic in here
…
Shane bought so much shit at the grocery store that he’d never buy otherwise.
Cokes. Extra beer. Cheese. Ice cream. Little bags of chips — Cheetos, Doritos, Fritos, a whole Frito-Lay variety pack.
Shane wants Ilya to feel what he feels at the cottage. Comfortable, private, safe.
More than that, really. He wants Ilya to feel cared for, and he wants to be the one to do it. Fuck. They are so fucked. He is so fucked.
He’d also bought condoms, another thing he’d never gotten at the supermarket before. There was a pretty broad selection, but the lube choices were terrible. Good thing he’d stocked up on that from the online shop Rose had told him about, the one with “discreet packaging” so the mail carrier wouldn’t be fucking weird about it.
Shane had taken a turn down the personal care aisle and bought everything he needed for the shower too — thank fuck for the self-checkout — and come back up the seasonal items aisle, which had all kinds of random summer items.
Then he bought more stuff: a bamboo tray and serving platter, reusable ice cubes, a glass pitcher with a stirrer, and a set of plastic bottles for condiments. The ketchup and mustard and everything that would go in them that had been displayed right next to them, so he bought those too.
Now, back at the cottage, he’s still got five entire hours til Ilya’s plane gets in; two and a half until he needs to leave for the airport, even if he gives himself extra time in case of traffic. He’d gotten up ridiculously early, edgy and excited like an overgrown kid on Christmas morning.
Shane unpacks all the groceries and puts things away — fridge, freezer, snacks in a bowl on the counter. Then he stares down the new empty condiment bottles. They’re tall plastic pumps, almost like they’re for soap or something instead of food, but they were very clearly in the barbecue/picnic section of the seasonal aisle, so.
He pulls them out of the package, washes and dries them, and lines up all the condiments to decant them.
Ketchup and mustard are easy, just squeezing one bottle into another, even if the mustard is a little gross and watery. It’s also bugging him that there are four bottles but only three different colors rings around the top; why are two of them blue?
Mayo is harder. He should have bought a squeeze bottle for that too, but instead he’d gone for the smaller jar — less seemed better, because didn’t mayo go bad pretty fast? But now he has to use a spoon to transfer it from the jar to the bottle, and fuck this shit, it’s disgusting and greasy, and it’s getting all over the opening of the bottle. He tries to wash it off when he’s done and the stuff isn’t even, like, water soluble; he winds up using a paper towel and getting it all over his hands. Fucking gross.
But the relish is the worst, chunky and watery and absolutely disgusting. The spoon takes forever so he tries pouring it, which definitely does not work. All the tiny pickle pieces come out in one huge glop all over the counter.
Who eats this stuff? Does Ilya even like relish? Does anyone? He’d only even bought it because it filled out the fourth bottle in the set; it was hard to imagining Ilya eating it, and Shane briefly imagines issuing a “don’t you dare kiss me with that gross pickle mouth” threat — then smiles to himself, knowing Ilya would see that as a challenge and probably eat half the bottle straight just to be a menace.
Finally done, he wipes down the outside of all the bottles and puts them in the fridge, then shoves the half-full original bottles and jars to the very back of the shelf. He cleans off the counters and thinks about Ilya, here, in this space, today. Tonight. Soon.
He’s going to pay attention to how Ilya likes his burgers. He’ll file it away in the section of his brain that stores all the Ilya details, like how he always steps on the back of his shoes to take them off, left one first, and how he narrows his eyes when he’s thinking, and how he absently runs a hand over the back of his neck when he wants to calm down, just the same way he does to Shane’s neck. That thought goes straight to his dick.
He wants them to fuck on every surface of this house.
He wants to play video games and swim in the lake together.
He wants honesty.
He wants to see what Ilya looks like when he first wakes up after a real night of deep sleep. He wants this cottage, his cottage, to be the place where Ilya finally gets to have that.
Shane looks at the clock. Two hours and 43 minutes til it’s time to leave for the airport. Jesus.
Shane exhales and inhales slowly, bending parallel to the floor and flattening out his back to rest his forehead on the cool counter. It still smells like relish.
the way rr/tierney introduce ilya is so funny to me because when you first see him you're just like jeez this guy is such an asshole why is he like this. and then seconds later it's just like um it's because he has a 1) dead mom 2) who killed herself 3) an abusive dad 4) with alzheimers 5) a brother 6) who verbally abuses him on the phone 7) when ilya refuses to wire him 50 bands all at once 8) all while he spends new years eve all alone in the grossest motel you've ever seen 9) and he's bisexual.
and you're just like. well shit. that will do it i guess.
