EXCESS OF FEEL(ING)S
First, and the most painful, feel goes to the Arsenal. For fuck's sake, guys, I take my eye off you for a second (or a couple of weeks, whatever) for playoff hockey, and you draw three games in a row? Including to Norwich? AT HOME? And poor Bacary Sagna. It truly isn't a complete Arsenal season unless one of our guys breaks a limb or two. But seriously, we *cannot* finish below Tottenham. I need St. Totteringham's Day to happen this year, even if it's on the last day of the season.
The second, and biggest, set of feels goes out to my wonderful Washington Capitals. Who never say die, dammit. After that heartbreaker of a triple-OT on Wednesday night, they just got back up and fucking put three goals past King Henrik. Nicky B. was tremendous and Holtby Rex kept us in that game and I just - SO MANY FEELS FOR THIS TEAM AND FOR THIS SPORT I ONLY STARTED WATCHING LIKE TWO AND A HALF MONTHS AGO. WHAT EVEN.
Finally, I saw the Avengers today and
like the rest of fandom, I suddenly have all these new Bruce Banner and the Hulk feels that I don't know what to do with
. I'm watching it again on Sunday, so I may have some coherent thoughts then.
Oh, if you're not reading Julia Roberts Sits On A Throne of Lies (aka the sullen hooker Tazer fic) by smithereen, then by god, I don't even want to know you. (Okay, fair warning: It is a WIP with three out of four parts posted, but the last part should be up soon.)
The second, and biggest, set of feels goes out to my wonderful Washington Capitals. Who never say die, dammit. After that heartbreaker of a triple-OT on Wednesday night, they just got back up and fucking put three goals past King Henrik. Nicky B. was tremendous and Holtby Rex kept us in that game and I just - SO MANY FEELS FOR THIS TEAM AND FOR THIS SPORT I ONLY STARTED WATCHING LIKE TWO AND A HALF MONTHS AGO. WHAT EVEN.
Finally, I saw the Avengers today and
like the rest of fandom, I suddenly have all these new Bruce Banner and the Hulk feels that I don't know what to do with
. I'm watching it again on Sunday, so I may have some coherent thoughts then.
Oh, if you're not reading Julia Roberts Sits On A Throne of Lies (aka the sullen hooker Tazer fic) by smithereen, then by god, I don't even want to know you. (Okay, fair warning: It is a WIP with three out of four parts posted, but the last part should be up soon.)