What's up with me these days
Random post is random.
So Either Sami or I was sick all of April. It was made of suck, truly. I still did amazing sales at my Ebay and Etsy stores, which was kind of astonishing, for the tiny amount of work I put into it.
I spent the month languishing on the couch, or cuddling sick-child on the couch, and reading all the Hockey RPS fic. Okay, maybe not all the hockey fic, but the equivalent of at least two George RR Martin books worth. At least. Enough that I sort of want to write a semi-dystopian indentured servant inversion of the Russian mail-order bride trope. My hangup is that I'm not confident writing a Canadian. Also, I have no idea how to end it. Not that I have written much of anything at all in months and months.
Things I love about Hockey-fic:
-Screwed up boys who don't recognize their own emotions
-Awesome locker room dialog. Potty mouths abound.
-Competitiveness, teamwork,
-Dirty sexy sex.
-bruises, sweat, winning, losing.
-If someone hires a hooker, they're getting fucked by the hooker.
-Everyone's switch, just about. Except in the fic where Kaner has a ginormous dick.
-It makes me want to play Amtgard again. I miss my bros. I'm actually planning to go out this weekend and shoot some people with arrows. It'll be awesome.
-Focus on diet and exercise. Which is funny, because it makes me focus on diet and exercise. Egg-white omelets.
-There is soooo much fic.
The only thing that could be more awesome than discovering Hockey-fic would be like discovering a huge archive of PBR (professional bull riders) RPS fic.
If I ever do write Hockey-fic, there will be more foreskins. In a fandom with so many non-Americans, I really expected to find more than one. Also, for the amount of physical punishment these guys take on a weekly basis, I can't imagine any of them not having a bed they can sleep in in their house without climbing stairs. When I was playing Amtgard at a high level of competitiveness, the 2 years we had a 2-story townhouse-type apartment really really sucked.
So really yeah, this post was nothing about me, and all about my honeymoon with Hockey-fic.
So Either Sami or I was sick all of April. It was made of suck, truly. I still did amazing sales at my Ebay and Etsy stores, which was kind of astonishing, for the tiny amount of work I put into it.
I spent the month languishing on the couch, or cuddling sick-child on the couch, and reading all the Hockey RPS fic. Okay, maybe not all the hockey fic, but the equivalent of at least two George RR Martin books worth. At least. Enough that I sort of want to write a semi-dystopian indentured servant inversion of the Russian mail-order bride trope. My hangup is that I'm not confident writing a Canadian. Also, I have no idea how to end it. Not that I have written much of anything at all in months and months.
Things I love about Hockey-fic:
-Screwed up boys who don't recognize their own emotions
-Awesome locker room dialog. Potty mouths abound.
-Competitiveness, teamwork,
-Dirty sexy sex.
-bruises, sweat, winning, losing.
-If someone hires a hooker, they're getting fucked by the hooker.
-Everyone's switch, just about. Except in the fic where Kaner has a ginormous dick.
-It makes me want to play Amtgard again. I miss my bros. I'm actually planning to go out this weekend and shoot some people with arrows. It'll be awesome.
-Focus on diet and exercise. Which is funny, because it makes me focus on diet and exercise. Egg-white omelets.
-There is soooo much fic.
The only thing that could be more awesome than discovering Hockey-fic would be like discovering a huge archive of PBR (professional bull riders) RPS fic.
If I ever do write Hockey-fic, there will be more foreskins. In a fandom with so many non-Americans, I really expected to find more than one. Also, for the amount of physical punishment these guys take on a weekly basis, I can't imagine any of them not having a bed they can sleep in in their house without climbing stairs. When I was playing Amtgard at a high level of competitiveness, the 2 years we had a 2-story townhouse-type apartment really really sucked.
So really yeah, this post was nothing about me, and all about my honeymoon with Hockey-fic.