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furiosity asked: ALSO YOU CAN STEAL STUFF FROM PEOPLE'S HOUSES WITHOUT THEM COMPLAINING IF YOU JUST PUT BASKETS ON THEIR HEADS

assassinregrets:

I FORGOT THIS WAS ABOUT SKYRIM AND I GOT REALLY FUCKING EXCITED ABOUT CANADA

Anonymous asked: 13, gallys (props if agally is his grumpy hockey playing self and bgally is the annoying hockey blogger he HAS to interact w/)

restfic:

Brendan’s had a niche market cornered in the hockey journalism world for some time. He started in college with a Wordpress blog that he would dump his feelings about the game into when his friends were tired of hearing it. He supplements his serious, effusive hockey talk with editorial-style ramblings about hockey culture, the players’ personal lives, things like that. He talks about cute players, here and there, not a lot but enough to be distinguishable from most of his staunchly heterosexual peers. He talked a little bit more about the Habs than he did about other teams, since he had moved from BC to Montreal for school and never bothered moving back afterward.

The rise upward had been too gradual for him to realize what was happening—his blog went from twenty hits a day to god knows how many, he started being asked to be on amateur podcasts and then professional ones and then he was a talking head on someone’s youtube channel and then he was, suddenly, really sought-after, to the point where he could quit his shitty “contracted” (aka underpaid) internship at a startup and start making money talking hockey.

It was weird. And great. 

The Habs signed him on as the designated “fun, edgy” interview guy in 2012, which basically just meant that he asked tame but ridiculous questions in ten-minute segments that aired on the Habs site. 

The team seems to like him interviewing them—he knows how to interact with people, how to set them at ease and how to get a fun interview without being inappropriate or unprofessional. PK, especially, is always happy to see him and will sometimes just like, grab a burger with Brendan after the interview if neither of them have places to be.

The only holdout is Alex Galchenyuk, who seems to really dislike Brendan. 

“Chucky’s like that with every journalist,” PK assured him when he related that Alex is always giving him the stink eye. “Talking to the press just freaks him the fuck out. Try not to take it personally.”

Brendan doesn’t, mostly.

He decides that instead of writing Galchenyuk off as a lost cause, he’ll try to make interviews as easy on him as possible. It works, a little: when Brendan speaks slowly and pauses between questions, makes a show of shuffling his notes around, Alex relaxes some. 

“We get basically our best interviews out of him from you,” the organization’s PR director confides in him once. “I know it doesn’t seem like it’s going well to you, but seriously, please just keep doing what you’re doing. We have to actively remind him not to scowl at carpet press.”

——

It makes better sense when Brendan, like a huge fucking loser, spills his coffee on himself in front of Alex during a round of pre-interview chitchat. It’s scalding hot, so he rips his shirt off. When he looks up to see if he’s finally lost all creed with Alex, he finds Alex checking him out.

“Um,” Brendan says.

Alex’s eyes dart up to his face and he goes pale. He doesn’t say anything, frozen to the spot. 

“I’m going to—change,” Brendan says, stuck on the revelation and hoping can find another shirt somewhere in the PR offices.

——

The actual interview goes smoothly. Alex bolts the fuck out after they’re done, though.

——

Brendan gets a call from an unknown number that afternoon.

“Hello?”

“Please don’t tell anyone.”

“Alex?”

“I got your number from PK. Sorry. Please don’t tell anyone. I can’t—you can’t.”

“Hey,” Brendan says. “I’m not going to do that. What’s there to tell, right? You were looking at me being a huge moron.”

“You know that’s not—“

“As far as I’m concerned, that’s all.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course.” A beat, and Alex doesn’t hang up. “Was there—“

“I’m going to, um, come out eventually, the Habs say I can in like 2014 and I want to, but I don’t want someone else to do it for me.”

“Course not, man, that’s all you.”

——

Their other interviews go slightly smoother. When Alex holds a press conference to come out in 2014, Brendan texts him congratulations.

dinner? Alex responds.

shit yeah.

——

They fuck for the first time a week later, on Brendan’s shitty, loud bed.

“Can I bite you?” Brendan asks. “I really wanna bite you.”

“Whatever,” Alex says. There’s a lazy pause between the second and third syllables like he’s just so, so relaxed.

Brendan makes a stupid goofy noise when he clamps his teeth around Alex’s shoulder. Alex still inhales sharply, like it’s sexy. 

“I like you,” Brendan says. “You’re a grumpy guy, but I like you. Do you like me?”

“Is this sixth grade?” Alex asks, but he follows it up with, “Yeah.”

“So let’s do this again.”

Alex rolls over and bites Brendan’s shoulder with a growl. “Yeah,” he says, and licks a stripe up the back of Brendan’s neck.

Patrick Kane hesitated for just a moment after the Chicago Blackhawks called his name as the first player selected in the 2007 Entry Draft, seemingly caught in a flashback.

It was early January. Kane was playing for the United States at the World Junior Championship and he was remembering just how good Jonathan Toews was in Canada’s 2-1 victory over the U.S.

”It just dawned on me that Jonathan and I could be linemates in Chicago,” he said, with a wide smile. “I’ll never forget how good he was in that game, especially the three shootout goals that won the game for them. Maybe …”

LIKE????? (via crankychester)

I’m so proud of my heritage, but yes, I think there’s always a danger when people put you on a pedestal. Especially when you’re just trying to live your life and pursue your dreams. The intention is not to represent Asian Americans, but to be an Asian American who is working as an actress. People often confuse the two. When you are “representing,” you have the burden of some people projecting their hopes onto you. This can eventually lead to a certain amount of disappointment. I strive to not deny myself experiences that open up to me. I hope to live without looking back in regret. If people want to join me on the ride, then I’m happy to have them along.

blog-peppermint asked: Can you draw Nico and Reyna together? I mean... together, together? '-'

minuiko:

IS THIS WHAT YOU MEAN BY TOGETHER TOGETHER BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT I MEAN BY TOGETHER TOGETHER LOOK HOW TOGETHER THEY ARE