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now I want a Swamp Rabbits jersey
(and yes, they're a real team)
Thanks to lomedet's rec, I gobbled up most of the Superstition hockey RPF series while on vacation last week, and have not only dipped back into it daily since then, but also scrolled through the author's entire series-related tumblr to catch bonus snippets. (Although I will confess to skipping 1.5 episodes about a supporting character whose traumatic past I don't have the emotional bandwidth for.)
I found it very, very funny and compellingly sexy/romantic in numerous spots. It hits my competency kink buttons, and my "So many ways love has" theology, with discussions about bjs that invoke "messy stats," and raunchy women rugby players, and Quebecois-Swedish swearing, and a bisexual protagonist who's Hall of Fame dudebro-jock from helmet to blade, and yet also particular about his tea (and well, yeah, a lot of other things, and do I relate to "intense enough to be perceived as incredible -- and also intense enough to be incredibly stupid embarrassingly often about how other people roll"? Um, yeah...), and believably feminist, even before but especially after he hooks up with a houseful of hippie surfers.
A major plotline in the series is the grief his team gets for hiring a woman coach, and it's awesome to see the players demonstrate their support of her from tryout through playoffs.
There's the press conference after a dancing-with-strippers incident where Luc gloriously speaks his mind...
...and Luc's first look at Crash in competition:
This entry was originally posted at https://bronze-ribbons.dreamwidth.org/415274.html. I see comments at DW, IJ, and LJ (when notifications are working, anyway), but not on feeds.
Thanks to lomedet's rec, I gobbled up most of the Superstition hockey RPF series while on vacation last week, and have not only dipped back into it daily since then, but also scrolled through the author's entire series-related tumblr to catch bonus snippets. (Although I will confess to skipping 1.5 episodes about a supporting character whose traumatic past I don't have the emotional bandwidth for.)
I found it very, very funny and compellingly sexy/romantic in numerous spots. It hits my competency kink buttons, and my "So many ways love has" theology, with discussions about bjs that invoke "messy stats," and raunchy women rugby players, and Quebecois-Swedish swearing, and a bisexual protagonist who's Hall of Fame dudebro-jock from helmet to blade, and yet also particular about his tea (and well, yeah, a lot of other things, and do I relate to "intense enough to be perceived as incredible -- and also intense enough to be incredibly stupid embarrassingly often about how other people roll"? Um, yeah...), and believably feminist, even before but especially after he hooks up with a houseful of hippie surfers.
A major plotline in the series is the grief his team gets for hiring a woman coach, and it's awesome to see the players demonstrate their support of her from tryout through playoffs.
There's the press conference after a dancing-with-strippers incident where Luc gloriously speaks his mind...
Because he is very tired, and maybe isn’t getting enough oxygen to his brain post bag skate, and also still a little hungover, so maybe not really thinking about shutting his mouth as much as he should be, he says “anyway, dancers make their living through athleticism and performance and so do I. The only difference is that I make a lot more money and they don’t have to apologize if they go watch a hockey game. I think that says more about the inherent misogyny of a system that consistently devalues historically female jobs and commodifies sexuality in a capitalist market than it does about the difference in validity of either one of our jobs.”
Whoops. He should probably stop reading some of those articles Crash sends him.
The entire press gang of reporters is actually shocked silent for two full seconds, and then all hell breaks loose in shouted questions, because nobody really gives that much of a shit about a professional athlete getting caught with strippers, even if it’s embarrassingly caught dancing for them, but Luc just went so off script he’s gonna catch hell about it for years. Fucking crisse.
...and Luc's first look at Crash in competition:
So they go to Fiji, white sand and beautiful ocean-view villa room all to themselves, and Luc freaks out the first heat they watch Crash surf, because he had no idea, okay, no idea, he thought it was like...tricks on the type of waves they surf back home or something not.... These waves are like 20 feet tall, they’re huge and she’s going to die, how come no one is worried about dying. These waves look like they’re four times taller than her, they’re enormous walls of crashing water, and how is it even possible, and Luc is just...wow. Okay. This is really concerning but also she is really awesome.
This entry was originally posted at https://bronze-ribbons.dreamwidth.org/415274.html. I see comments at DW, IJ, and LJ (when notifications are working, anyway), but not on feeds.