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mander3_swish (Canadian, Prairie Girl) -Current obsessions: HEATED RIVALRY gives me life. Roswell New Mexico and all things Vlamis and Blackburn. Heartstopper has my heart. SKAM and the entire skamverse has my heart. Here for the QaF, Schitt's Creek, Stucky, and Derry Girls, but you'll see LOTS of other stuff...this is a multifandom blog because I love so many things! LIKE: Jonathan Bailey and his slutty little glasses, Umbrella Academy, MCU, Sense8, Looking, Chris Colfer & Darren Criss, Matt Bomer, James McAvoy & Michael Fassbender, H50, Mr Robot, Suits, Glee and sooooo much more! My Queer as Folk FanFic Master List on livejournal Or fic I've posted to AO3
I wanted to give Harrison Browne his flowers in what little way I could so here’s this quick portrait. What an inspirational human being. (And the only pro hockey player on the damn show.)
Best of luck in all of your endeavors. I hope Connors got his room service.
"He rubbed slow patterns over his skin, letting his nerves wake up.
He heard Rozanov shifting in his chair.
... Maybe he still had some power here."
Heated Rivalry, p. 134
There’s a very specific kind of intimacy in sharing ridiculousness with someone. Not the awkward kind, but the kind that happens when two people feel so good together that they stop caring about how they look. And Connor and Hudson there, heads pressed together, tongues out, laughing like complete idiots… they look exactly like that: two people forgetting the rest of the world for a moment.
Because it’s not just the silliness of the gesture. It’s the closeness. The way there’s practically no space left between them, as if being that close is the most natural thing in the universe. Their faces so near it feels like they’re sharing the same laugh, the same air. And there’s something dangerously intimate about that. About the constant need to close every bit of distance even when there’s no real reason to.
They always seem to find excuses to touch each other, lean closer, invade each other’s space in small ways. But here they don’t even need an excuse. They’re simply there, pressed together, completely comfortable, completely fascinated by one another.
And maybe that’s what makes it so special: they’re not trying to look adorable. Or romantic. Or intense. They’re just being themselves. But that’s precisely why it feels so intimate to watch. Because people don’t usually get this close to just anyone. They don’t press their faces together, share smiles this small and stupid, let someone into their space this easily without a huge amount of trust behind it.
It’s almost like watching two people in love forget, for a moment, to hold themselves back.
And there’s something devastatingly sweet about that. About the way they seem incapable of staying still when they’re near each other. The way they always end up physically seeking one another out somehow, even if it’s only to act ridiculous inches away from each other’s mouths. As if some part of them needs to constantly check that the other is still there. Close. Available. Theirs. Even if only for those tiny moments suspended in time, when they're both too busy laughing at something completely absurd.
need someone who cares about hockey more than i do to write a fic where shane is forced to retire before he feels ready and svetlana has gotten frustrated with her MHL job because team management never listens to her (due to the misogyny) so she quits and talks shane into starting a hockey analysis podcast together and it's called something like "hockey with hot people" or "puckbunnies" or "soft hands" (shane does not like this but svetlana understands the importance of branding) and it's 98% Serious Hockey Talk BUT they do have a dedicated segment called "why does ilya rozanov owe me money" wherein guests tell their worst ilya stories and after hearing them out shane and svetlana decide how much money ilya owes the guest. ilya is never invited onto the podcast.
Since these guys obviously have like constant cleaning staff but probably can’t employ them at the cottage in the summer during the closeted years I think they have disgusting cottage habits that they only curate there like:
- the weekly towel. Who knows if they’re both using the same one.
- sex blanket to throw over the bed so that they don’t have to keep changing the sheets. Easier to throw in the wash and then go to bed.
- they put a load of laundry in and forget about it for days and then have to run the cycle again. And at least one more time
- bathing suits don’t get dirty
- water cup on the side of the sink that is never dirty, Shane
- worn comfortable ancient OHL hoodie that is never dirty, Ilya
- the adventure of Ilya versus the swiffer wetjet
- whose turn is it to handle the ring in the toilet, we can’t live this way, my mom is fucking coming over
- they meal prepped some healthy stuff in glass containers and some of it gets old and crusty and you bet they toss out the whole container lids and all
- dear god what is the state of their reusable water bottles?