[yuletide makes me wanna boogie]
Between one thing and the other and the sideways rain, I haven't quite gotten around to this yet. But! YULETIDE, people. YULETIDE. Someone awesome (a pinch hitter, even, since I was definitely on the pinch hit list this year) wrote me GORD FROM GOON FIC. Yes, really. Yes, it is as wonderful as that four word description makes it seem. Better, even, because it is just as heartbreakingly hopeful and funny and lovely and sad and everything else as it should be. I love it, is what I am saying. And if you haven't read it yet but know the source material--maybe you saw it there on the archive and thought to yourself, "Self, this is not the Doug/LaFlamme(/Eva) fic I was looking for"--well, get to reading it. That is all.
[I can ride a bike with no handlebars]
A Goon fanfiction about Gord Ogilvey, by ANON.
No, really, you should read it. If you don't know the source material and like hockey movies that are awesome, you should watch Goon and then read it. The end.
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[I can ride a bike with no handlebars]
A Goon fanfiction about Gord Ogilvey, by ANON.
No, really, you should read it. If you don't know the source material and like hockey movies that are awesome, you should watch Goon and then read it. The end.
This entry also lives at Dreamwidth. Comment here, comment there, comment anywhere. I'm partial to Pony Express.