I'm watching the Penguins game (or, I was until my mom called, so now I'm way behind on the game, and trying to figure out whether I want to watch the third period or switch to Sharks/Kings in a second here) so have some hockey recs. Actually, this is pretty much all my hockey recs, except for stuff that I bookmarked without comment that I now can't remember anything about from the summary and tags. Definitely should have bookmarked more things...


( part one - nearly everything that cheeswithmy has written )

( some other sid/geno fic )

( one Carter/Richards )

( it is needlessly confusing for me that there are two J. Benns, so I can't just do Benn/Seguin )

( and then Tuukka Rask )

I don't really get the explosion of Jamie Benn and Tyler Seguin fic thing, beyond the part where hockey fic about single linemates basically writes itself. I can't remember the last time I watched a Stars game, and I never see any of their press. Lotta fangirls in Texas? Lotta fan girls in Boston who miss Tyler? Who knows.

The fic really does write itself, though, doesn't it?

Cabbie Presents: Seguin and Benn's Prank: http://youtu.be/UOaMYKDs5Nk
( video embedded below the cut )

(I was worried for a second that the fic *had* written itself. Thanks for having some boundaries, Cabbie.)

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I am very much behind on all the things. Kitten had an emergency yesterday (he's mostly okay now) that sucked up a good chunk of my time and all of my emotional energy, but let's be real. I've been behind on everything for weeks if not months.

This week has been a lot. Today looks better? It's starting on a good note, anyway. Slept well, woke up and had home fries and eggs for breakfast, and then the other half of a tiny chocolate cake while watching the Rose Parade.

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The kitten has done himself an injury. He fell a couple weeks ago, from a height too low for him to right himself before landing, and he's been limping intermittently and profoundly, but very briefly, since. ( he's basically okay, but veterinary details behind the cut )

The vet's advice was "try to limit his jumping," and then she said "yeah, I know," and shrugged.

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And now I'm getting ready to watch the Winter Classic, about which my only opinion so far is that I like Alex Ovechkin's hair.

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I started reading Dezinformatsiya (the spy AU) this morning, and I'm going to go back to it, but I was sort of confused by how abrupt Sid and Geno's first meeting was.

Also on deck, And Never Been Kissed is finished! I read the first four chapters as they were posted, and then fell off last week. But soon!

I finally went to go see Captain America: The Winter Soldier yesterday, after delaying for no good reason except for a lot of bargaining with myself about things I was supposed to accomplish. Bookending the trip to the movies, I also caught up on, like, eight episodes of Agents of SHIELD. This was just in time, it appears, for next week's finale, so yay?

By some miracle, I was unspoiled for both, so: thank you, fandom!

Remains to be seen whether I will be Reading All the post-movie Things. I've got a couple of rec lists bookmarked, but I think MCU, like Teen Wolf, is just too big for me to bother trying to keep up with.

I have roughly the same problems with, or rather, the same lack of interest in, Agent Ward as I do with all of the dudes who are not played by James Spader on The Blacklist. (I have finally learned the last name, at least, of both Agent White Dudes. So that's progress.) It's not complicated. I just don't care. The connection here is simple. I have already heard these dudes' stories about a hundred times. The fact that they're presented with absolutely no nuance is not helping.

( brief nattering about Agents of SHIELD, and more specifically, Coulson. Spoilers Ahoy. )

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I'm super excited that Hannibal will be back, and I hope that the people creating it continue to be excited about it, and continue to be awesome. I can't remember the last TV show that I watched as it aired, and part of that joy is catching up on the tweets from Bryan Fuller and Aaron Abrams at the commercial breaks.

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Other than that, mostly watching a lot of playoff hockey. I know there was a point when I was watching Blackhawk games and caring who won, but I'm over it, even though I think I can still name most of the roster. (Nothing against y'all Chicago fen, go cheer your hearts out, but now that they've won the cup again, something in me just can't get excited about the possibility of a repeat.)

I'm now pulling for a Penguins/Kings Stanley Cup Final, no matter how improbable, with a Penguins/Canadiens ECF. I wouldn't be mad at the Habs making it to the final. Anything else, though (Ducks? Wild? Bruins?) I couldn't be less excited about. Rangers would be cool, but I just can't believe that's ever going to happen.

There are a few days left in the current "cupcake" round at fancake and I am so in love. I need to go through my bookmarks (why am I so avoidant about tagging on pinbiard, whyyyyyy) to see what I can contribute, because seriously. High stakes avoidance and miscommunication. Turned up to eleven. Sometimes with a side of friends-to-lovers. So good.

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Uh... what else. Hannibal is So Good. Has everyone else told you that Hannibal is So Good? Probably. I not even the tiniest bit interested in fan works other than meta yet, but I feel like it's approaching. I spent most of last night's episode So Angry at a number of characters, but in the good way, where it was because I cared and I can't wait to see how things resolve.

For whatever reason (societal habituation to violence, how ya doin'?), there's only been one episode of Hannibal that even remotely freaked me out, but I read the descriptions - not even particularly specific ones - of some creepypasta thingers, and I had such a nightmare after, omg.

I have so much fic queued up to read, but so little attention for it. A Saturday or two ago, I suddenly realized that I was partway through three entirely different fics, all of which I cared about, because I kept taking a break to do chores and forgetting.

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Oh hey there Kris Letang. Hey there, Kris Letang's hair. So glad he's back playing, for the obvious reasons, but also the shallow ones.

the end of missing someone (16470 words) by healingmirth
Chapters: 6/6
Fandom: Hockey RPF
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jeff Carter/Mike Richards
Characters: Jeff Carter, Mike Richards
Additional Tags: Los Angeles Kings
Summary:

He doesn't e-mail Mike his flight information because Mike hadn't asked, but when he checks in he snaps a picture of the boarding passes and sends it off with just four words: california here I come.

It's locked to the archive because Reasons. But apparently I'm willing to admit to having written it in an unlocked post, so. Take from that what you will.

I will spare you most of the blah-de-blah, but I had no idea it was possible for me to spend so much time writing so many words in which so little happens, when I legit thought I was going to write some fluff and move on. Or sixteen thousand words of extraordinarily quiet pining. You know, whichever.

Hockey Night in Canada's opening montages are sort of a thing, and I'm subscribed to Tim Thompson, the guy who's making them, on youtube.

( Penguins/Bruins game three: Karma Police (aka Boston doesn't like Matt Cooke and Sidney Crosby is a sad panda) )

To say that I am disappointed in how this series has gone would be... accurate. More than anything, I just really wanted their rentals to get their shot at the cup. A failure to get their shit together does, however, make it easier to return to last year's bandwagoning of the LA Kings. Or the Blackhawks can win. Whatever. I'm exhausted.

I don't know whether people in other parts of the country have heard this or care, but it is COLD HERE this weekend. It's less borderline frost warning now, but it was legit winter temperatures Friday into Saturday, and also rained all day. And yet, when I went running yesterday, I was attacked by pollen to an extent that I have not been yet this season. UNFAIR, NATURE. UNFAIR.

Also, about 60% of my run smelled like river low tide, ugh.

In other news, I went to see the movie with the fast cars and the pretty people, and have been dealing with the Rangers losing (and therefore ruining really my last best hope in my hockey bracket) by reminding myself that Boston had a spectacularly rough time a month or so back. Perspective, hooray!

It is troubling how easy it is for me to forget whatever the latest tragedy is, not because I don't care, but because there are just so many tragedies. Like, the marathon bombing? That was already three catastrophic mass losses of life ago, and that's just in the continental United States.

As someone who isn't demonstrably "from" anywhere, I'm usually envious of people who grew up firmly rooted in a community, people who are still rabid fans of their university's football team, or grew up going to baseball games.

In that context, I really loved this article. Its still probably pretty good if you're not me ;)

The Nassau Coliseum Was Not A Dump: What the Isles Are Leaving Behind


I really tried to watch some Islanders games this year, and I just couldn't do it. I hate the MSG Network hockey announcers, and most of the games just made me sad, either directly or on behalf of Tavares and Moulson, who never looked anything but exhausted. I am marginally more likely to go to a game at Barclay's than I ever would be to trek out onto Long Island, and that's even more true for the populations of Brooklyn and Manhattan, but I can't imagine they'll ever be "my" team.


I'm vaguely worried that this'll be like the totally failed JC Penney's revamp, and they'll lose their old fans without picking up new ones. That's the part of me that just wants everyone to win, all the time. This, again, is why I'm bad at sports, and being a fan thereof.

I don't know which game to watch (doo-dah, doo-dah) /camptownraces


My DVR turned into a brick sometime yesterday' taking with it, uh, three episodes of Vikings, half a season of Justified and NCIS' and most of the past season of Suits. It also ate various and sundry hockey things, like the 2012 Penguins/Flyers series, and some episodes of NHL live with players talking about concussion stuff.


Le sigh.


So this is complicating my playoff watching, but by some mystery of Uverse, "multi view" still works. How did I become a sports fan who needs to watch two games simultaneously?