Many A Hungry Wish

I saw the best hockey players of my generation destroyed by hole, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the Ottawan streets at dawn

I think we should’ve gotten a scene in Role Model where Troy is pathetically jerking off imagining Harris hooking up with someone else. He can’t even let himself fantasize about him being the one to get beard burn on his thighs from Harris going down on him. Even in his own mind he has to put himself in the cuck chair

troy: hey as a fun team activity you guys could make me carry a wooden cross from toronto to ottawa and then crucify me at center ice

troy: sorry i know it’ll take longer than if you just tied me to it and set it alight but i think that would melt all the ice and i don’t want to be even more of an inconvenience yk

troy: hey as a fun team activity you guys could make me carry a wooden cross from toronto to ottawa and then crucify me at center ice

I don’t really care about real hockey but I think this is helpful when it comes to fic writing just so we know what we’re working with here. Sometimes I read something they’re they’re reading Tolstoy or quoting different philosophers and I love the optimism.

Luca finally brings the guy he’s been seeing to a Centaurs hang out & the guy has blonde curls & brown eyes & a small spattering of freckles & later Shane says to Ilya “Am I narcissistic for noticing that?” & Ilya is like Shane we have bigger fish to fry I think Luca pocketed the bones from the chicken wings we ate earlier

#the mumbling in this scene is insane#like passively its just a steamy scene yeah whatever#but listening to the dialogue im like GOD#they really lock the fuck in