still thinking about jackparse in the year of our lord 2025

writing in 24 pt bold font at the top of my google doc: THE CHARACTER SHOULD BE LYING TO HIMSELF AT ALL TIMES

living in the world where ilya and svetlana go on a zaney abortion road trip across the usa. and yes obviously she is pregnant by ilya. they discussed ilya throwing her down the stairs and also the effects of party drugs vis a vis abortion success before packing up his jag (with 21 miles of gas in it) and heading down the highway

it is CRUCIAL to me that svetlana is also an idiot. like they’re both incredibly smart and have stunning people skills and have drive and talent and shine like precious rare beetles to me obviously. but ilya is stupid as bricks and, as his lifelong best friend, i MUST conclude that svetlana is stupid in an identical way. All this to say i think they’re trying insane abortion home remedies they get from etsy witches ilya finds online when it’s svetlana’s turn to drive. and also from maureen the diner waitress who swears her aunt drank from a specific well and had a barren womb for the rest of her life.

they reminisce fondly about their route 66 abortion roadtrip in front of shane years later and he gets so jealous he has to leave to pace in the yard. it should have been HIM that got teenage pregnant and had to abort for his career while ilya supportively held his hand down a scenic highway at sunset! fuck!

a lot of stories are about the fantasy of someone going to find you when u disappear from a group function

Thinking about Kent Parson and Ilya Rozanov clubbing in Vegas together...

heated rivalry is set in a wild fantasy world where male professional athletes deserve to live

Hi, I noticed your story has conflict in it, and I was wondering why you didn't just write people who are right doing everything correctly with a note saying "I enthusiastically co-sign everything in this story"? Must be some kind of mistake haha

it’s so funny that shane is a landlord, can you imagine if your landlord was sidney crosby and you had to text him like ‘hi sidney crosby, my oven isn’t working right :/’ and sidney crosby would have to be like ‘ok well i’m at the olympics so i’ll send someone to check it out, no problem’

Ilya was in Boston learning a form of English that would be of no use to him anywhere outside the state lines