I think I first found you on ao3 via kazumaji, a gilded leash, when I was younger and more new to fanfic, and I remember being really into the fact that you didnât overly romanticize things, and allowed their relationship and the way they interacted to not be perfect and not be cliched or fit into generally accepted fandom boxes. Unlike what so much fan fiction does. Since then I read most of your stuff and i consistently enjoy it :) reaally hoping you post more The Bear stuff because Iâm obsessed with richie and yours is one of the only like 2 portrayals of him in fanfic that I like. You rule
1. to the anon at the top: thank you!! re: the "overly romanticizing things." I've talked at length about how we get those formulaic fics is from people only reading fic, where makes your writing into a copy of a copy of a copy until no trace of genuine human interaction remains and you are left with a coffee shop au. so thank you for saying that, a gilded leash is my fave yakuza fic of mine and I'm very glad you like it.
2. re: the bear, and the other asks-- I am indeed writing more! I like no good days and I loooove a "so-and-so finds out" fic more than I love my own mother, so I'm writing a Nat Finds Out addition
as a thank you to you and everyone who sent asks or read all my dumb responses: exerpt of the upcoming bear fic below!!!!
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Syd put her head right next to Carmyâs and said, âYou telling Nat today?â the same way she had every few days in the month since she learned that Carmy and Richie were hooking up.
They were finishing up prep right before service, everyone tense and bustling. Nat was out front, which meant everyone in the kitchen knew about Carmy and Richie being cousins with benefits, as Marcus liked to put it. Kissing cousins, Tina would tack on. Everyone in the kitchen always knew, unless Natalie or Cicero were in the kitchen.
âNo, chef,â Carmy said to Syd as he flicked on the overhead warmers. âNo need. As discussed.â
âAs discussed, chef, yes need. Big need, because she needs to know.â
âNo need, chef. Wish you didn't know, chef.â
Marcus stuck his head around the corner. âShouldn't have fucked around at work then, chef.â
That got a laugh all around. Carmy rolled his eyes. His face was hot under the warmers and also just hot anyway; he hadn't gotten into the swing of people actually knowing, it still made his gut roll. Richie told him: as someone who's dedicated their life to breaking your balls, lemme give you some adviceâit's fun âcause you freak out. Just play it cool.
So, Carmy was faking it until he made it, and faking it with Nat was not an option. So, he had to wait until he made it, or until he stopped fooling around with Richie, whichever came first. Carmy spent a good amount of time every day wondering which would come first.
He kept his hands busy until eyes were off him, then sidled up next to Syd at expo. He got a syllable out before she cut in.
âSomebody's gonna slip up, and you're gonna be all pissed off, and Nat's gonna have to hear it from someone other than you.â
Carmy had been about to say I'm not ready, leave it. He realized after a moment's hard thought that Syd, probably, would find that selfish. It didn't feel selfish any more than ducking for cover under fire would. Self-preservation.Â
He said, âThen nobody should slip up.â
Syd gave him a burnt-on look. âYou're asking over a dozen people to keep a secret perfectly.â
âThey just have to not talk about me fucking.â
âYou're asking over a dozen people who work in a kitchen to not talk about you fucking.â
Carmy sighed and tipped his head back. His stomach burned and he blinked away his bleary vision. âYeah. Okay.â
âYeah, okay. So. I can't make you do anything, butââ
âBut I gotta tell her.â
âYou super gotta tell her,â Syd said. âHe's her cousin too, you know?â
Carmy hung his head. âPhrasing.â
Sweeps hurried in from the front and slapped Carmy on the back. âOh, the cousin-lover wants to talk about phrasing?â
Carmy swatted at him; Sweeps twirled out of his reach, cackling, and got a seamless fist bump from Manny. Syd chuckled.
the thing is. they put their ALL into this shit. they pushed past the first two rounds when no one wanted them to win. they beat the reigning fucking champs and decided to go for the 2022 champs and win. they got rid of any team that posed any sort of threat to them in their path.
theyâre a family. we love them, they love us, and they love each other. they did not go through all of this just to get beat by a team that is significantly luckier than we are. the oilers are in the canadian market and they have mcdavid and draisaitl to boost their marketing. no matter how much effort the stars put into this or how much they succeeded would prove to anyone that we were fucking good enough. WE were the shit, WE were the talented ones, WE did that shit. WE broke the fucking records, not the oilers. and thatâs what hurts the most.
no matter what the oilers say they know we were better. we knocked out their competition for them.
and iâve never been so attached to a roster like this before. i donât wanna see anyone leave i donât wanna see the vets leave. we have to keep pavs and dutchy and tanny and wedgie WE NEED THEM.
but this was an amazing season regardless of how it ended and iâll always remember this for all the seasons to come đ
Look, I get the heartbreak but so much of this just isnât true⌠the Stars were a lot of peopleâs Cup picks going into the season, the playoffs and the series.
Going into the conference finals, 12/15 of the NHL.com writers predicted Dallas to win (seems like they thought the team was pretty good):
Going into the post season, 7/15 NHL.com writers predicted the Stars to win the cup and 3 predicted theyâd get into the cup finals:
In the preseason, the Stars were a Stanley cup favourite, being picked by 4/15 NHL.com writers to win the cup and 5/15 predicted theyâd make it to the conference finals.
I a. Do acknowledge that southern/American hockey is taken way less seriously than Canadian markets, particularly ones with Connor McDavid as captain in, which is bad and underserved. B. Think that the Stars are a VERY good team that a due a cup in the near future. C. Enjoyed the series thoroughly and expected it to go to 7, the winner being a coin toss. D. Acknowledge that the Oilers were also a Stanley Cup favourite in pre and post seasons.
Iâm sorry your team lost. It sucks. Iâve been heartbroken a lot by Oilers losses. Iâm not even sure if theyâll win the final, I think itâs a complete coin toss between the Panthers and Oilers.
But the Stars arenât some huge underdog that no media head believes in. Many professional hockey writers believed that they would win and think they are a very good team.
Connor smiles wanly. Heâs dressed comfortably, occasionally patting Leon laying on his lap. He seems less upset now that the dressing room has emptied out, leaving a handful of players and one or two videographers minding their own business.
Itâs as if reality blinked - one moment, thereâs a cat on McDavidâs lap, and the next, a fully naked Draisaitl is toppling onto the floor, taking McDavid with him in a shout of panic.
My Teammate was Hit With a Generational Curse and Now Turns into a Cat?!
Created by @ryan-nugenthopkins and @junmielle
What if Fruits Basket, but NHL? Oilers forward Leon Draisaitl takes one bad backcheck during a game and suddenly transforms into a cat. It turns out an old generational boon has resurfaced, meaning Draisaitl will turn into a cat whenever he's at risk of injury as a means of protection.
This, of course, is problematic as a professional hockey player, when half of your job involves putting your body on the line. Now Draisaitl, McDavid, and the rest of the Oilers organisation struggle with nosy press, defensive turnovers, and sponsorship obligations as they try to maintain Draisaitl's secret while staying in the race for the Cup.
My Teammate was Hit With a Generational Curse and Now Turns into a Cat?! was a joke that has gone entirely too far and now features roughly eight thousand words, three supplementary comic pages, and likely more in the coming months. Updates to this project will likely be on this tumblr.
You can read the fic here:
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Saddest thing ever is reading an academic paper about a threatened or declining species where you can tell the author is really trying to come up with ways the animal could hypothetically be useful to humans in a desperate attempt to get someone to care. Nobody gives a shit about the animals that âdonât affectâ us and it seriously breaks my heart
[Image description: text from a section titled On Being Endangered: An Afterthought that says:
Realizing that a species is imperiled has broad connotations, given that it tells us something about the plight of nature itself. It reminds us of the need to implement conservation measures and to protect the region of which the species is a part. But aside form the broader picture, species have intrinsic worth and are deserving of preservation. Surely an oddity such as C. vicinella cannot simply be allowed to vanish.
We should speak up on behalf of this little moth, not only because by so doing we would bolster conservation efforts now underway in Florida, [highlighting begins] but because we would be calling attention to the existence of a species that is so infinitely worth knowing. [end highlighting]
But is quaintness all that can be said on behalf of this moth? Does this insect not have hidden value beyond its overt appeal? Does not its silk and glue add, potentially, to its worth? Could these products not be unique in ways that could ultimately prove applicable?
Thank you so much for creating this. One thing I really love about this website is that when any traditionally unlovable species in danger of slipping into history as a barely acknowledged footnote, there are always people here who will take the time to learn about them and love them. To me, that is the internet at its most beautiful.
If you didnât already send this to authors Dr. Mark and Nancy Deyrup I have a feeling they would really love to see it. I would be happy to email it to them and credit it you if you are comfortable with that, though of course I completely understand if you would rather keep it here on Tumblr. Thank you so much for sharing it with all of us!
