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Love your Blue Line nonsense. Those stories have helped keep me sane since March. Dad!Killian is my fav.

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Can't wait for more Blue Line. I was late to the party and spent far too many days doing nothing else but reading your stories!!! Love them!

I’ve meant to respond to these (exceptionally) nice messages several times in the last few days and my only excuse is that I have been screaming about ACOTAR and not even remotely surprising my husband when I shout “OH SHIT” when something dramatic happens in the books. That’s a real thing that happened, by the way. I swear. 

But, seriously! Thank you! I am always, always, always here to talk all things Blue Line and dad!Killian and grandparents Emma and Killian and every single thought I have about Roland Locksley when he grows up. Some of which I have told to @shireness-says in order to ensure she feels feelings. Like, I’ve got a lot of thoughts about adult Roland Locksley, professional hockey player.

raspberry: favorite flower?

Poppies. 

lemon: do you have any pets? what are their names?

I have two cats called Hester and Hugo. 

Hester on the left, Hugo on the right. 

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It's Killian and Peggy while she's home with a cold & happy at the moment.

Listen, I am only human. Albeit a human who really is very concerned about how much hummus I’m going to consume while social-distancing. But the point remains. And when I see solid ideas, I feel compelled to write about them. We’re going to go the teething route, though. So, sorry other anon, that Blue Line masterlist has another thing on it now. Here’s like 1.5 K of total fluff. 

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They had tried everything. 

Anything. All of it. And then some. 

They were bordering on desperate now, a growing frustration over the last few days that had not happened when Matt was this age. Nothing helped. 

Peggy twisted and turned and tossed and whined, which didn’t follow the alliterative rule that Killian had apparently come up wth, but he was more than willing to blame that on his absolute and complete exhaustion. 

Sleeping, it seemed, was a luxury neither he nor Emma could afford anymore. 

Not when they were so busy reading lists and searching for some kind of an answer, typing word combinations that Killian wasn’t even aware existed in the English language until some time in the realm of four that morning. That was after the pacing. But before the bobbing — moving through a variety of rooms in their apartment because some website on the third page of the Google results promised it would work. 

It didn’t. 

He hadn’t expected it to. 

Nothing good ever came from the third page of Google. 

Write that headcanon one shot. Henry trying to not be his parents' son in their restaurant has so much potential for snark. ��

Hello, yes, uh between you and @shireness-says this has happened. The Google doc title is: Henry Is Not Sneaky In Several Thousand Words. It’s like four-thousand words and change. And includes these words: 

“Hey, kids,” Will said as soon as he was in front of the table, all energy and a hint of sarcasm. Melting into the Gowanus Canal was suddenly very appealing again. “Figured you could use another round. On the house.” “Huh,” Ella said. “Wow, that’s really nice.” “Isn’t it?” “Ok, thanks,” Henry muttered. 

Will slide the glasses across the table. “House speciality, you know. Rum punch. Very popular. Lots of magazine coverage. Mentioned on the Food Network. I think they made it on Iron Chef, a couple of times.” “They made your drink recipe on Iron Chef?” Ella asked. Henry’s spine didn’t appreciate how slumped he was in his chair.

Will nodded seriously. “Stole it right out from under us. Rude, don’t you think?” “Honestly.” “What do you think?” he pressed, stepping on Henry’s shoe under the table. “Don’t you think we should have gotten recompense or something?”

“In the realm of that, yeah,” Henry agreed. 

That...that needs to be a Thing. Matt and Rol on an Olympic team. Mattie so would - or vice versa.

Listen, Matt and Rol do not understand like...the concept of personal space when they’re around each other. When Rol was little he promised he hated how often Matt followed him around (often with a stick in his hand) but then they get older and they’re so intwined in each other’s lives and then they get married and have kids and a family and they’re still just as close and the opportunity for them to play together at Worlds is like...everything they’ve ever wanted. 

And everyone else on the team is a little bit, like, those guys are absurd because Matt is constantly bumping Rol into the boards and digging his chin into Rol’s shoulder and no one on the Rangers is surprised. Seriously, look at this inspiration, it’s absurd:

Henry makes fun of them both mercilessly for missing each other. 

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“It’s far too late.  Emma hates west coast swings, especially when the...”

Yeah, but every once in a while, a pitcher hits a home run. I think Ryu did it last year for the Dodgers. Dodgers should have kept him.

Oh yeah, for sure. I’m not disputing the fact that pitchers do get hits. That was what happened in the story, ha. Jacob deGrom is basically his own run support every time he pitches for the Mets. Madison Bumgarner hit two home runs in one game once. But you also know what Bumgarner’s career batting average is? .177.  Which is...y’know, not great. 

And while I understand the idea that everyone on the field should be able to do all sorts of baseball things, that’s just not feasible. We don’t ask players to do that in other sports. Because that’s not their position. Imagine telling Tom Brady to go out there and catch a pass. He’d drop it. In the Super Bowl.

Pitchers are not hitters. Hitters are not pitchers. Even playing right field is different from playing left. Sure, it’s funny when a second baseman comes in in relief during a blowout, but you wouldn’t want him starting, would you? It’s fun when it happens because it’s unusual. Just like pitchers occasionally hitting home runs. Right now, at this moment, baseball is more offensive than it’s ever been. Home runs, advanced stats that track projected distance and angles of hits, the goddamn shift to combat both of those things. 

Again, it’s fun to watch a pitcher get a hit. But, even in the NL where they’re regularly in the batting order, they’re not hitting on the reg. If your starting pitcher has a career average of .177, is in the fifth inning of a 0-0 game, throwing a two-hitter with nine strikeouts already and is up third...he’s probably going to get pinch hit for. Because he’s not going to get a hit. And that sucks! That guy’s throwing a gem, but he can’t do it all. And by the same token of everyone should be able to do everything, where to pinch runners land on that? 

Jarrod Dyson is probably one of the best base runners in the game. Dude was not a great hitter. He barely got to the plate, but regularly stole over 30 bases. Which then led to runs. Because other people could hit.