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i just realised how confusing my blog probably is
i have a supernatural username, a suits pfp, a band of brothers banner, and all i post is 911 and 1988 and the pitt and heated rivalry

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vic michaelis, the madlad that you are
the potential entertainment value of a race drops at least 70% when we lose max I can’t lie
i hate this sport

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welcome to Pound Town population: Shane Hollander
We were both very stupid, and irresponsible. HEATED RIVALRY (2025-)
Marvey Week 3.0: Day Two (June 22nd) - AU Verse
↪  Rough Summary + Excerpts from “My Heart Was Never Pure” (working title)
Mike Ross is comfortable in his relationship with Rachel, it’s everything he thought he should ever want. But Harvey Specter’s there and he’s not going anywhere and Mike has to make the hardest decision of his life.
In the meantime, Harvey’s going against everything he’s ever told himself; his morals are in question, he’s opening his heart to someone who’s already spoken for, and he’s trying to keep a secret that could turn Mike away in a heartbeat.
Mike needs to decide who he wants in his life before things get even more complicated, and Harvey needs to learn how to let two people into his heart when he’s only held one person in there for way too long.
—-> or the one in which Mike’s still seeing Rachel when he starts sleeping with Harvey, and he’s torn between the two. In the meantime, he finds out Harvey Specter’s best kept secret and they fight about it more often than they should.
“When you tell her it’s going to break her heart, and that’s on me!”
“Harvey, this isn’t your fault.”
“It takes two to tango, Mike! She’s going to be devastated, she’s going to be heartbroken… She might even try to talk you around and want to stay together and work things out, but she will hate me. No questions. I know first hand what this kind of shit does to a person, and I hate that this is on me. Yeah, I may not particularly like her, but I hate myself for the fact I’ve become this person. This is something I always promised myself I would never do and then you show up and I can never say no to you.”
“Harvey –“
“But what other choice do I have? I can’t let you go.”
    < you’re my family and you pushed me out and fuck you for making me feel like this     < i’m so drunk Harvey my heart hurts     < i want to be there with you     < fuck this and fuck you
Mike feels worse and worse the further he reads through the messages, dropping his phone when he finishes, running to the bathroom in case he’s sick again. Nothing comes up, he just dry heaves into the bowl, but he feels worse than he earlier. He thanks his lucky stars he didn’t tell Harvey he loves him, but that’s the only positive he can draw from the whole ordeal. He decides more sleep is in order, not only to help his body to recover, but to stop his mind from thinking. He retreats from the bathroom, thankful for the darkness of the bedroom as he collapses on the bed, falling asleep almost instantly, the cool sheets under his body a pleasant contrast to his overheated skin.
Rachel gets home around 9 to the sound of laughter in the living room. When she enters, both Harvey and Mike are sprawled on the floor, leaning their backs against the sofa, hundreds of files surrounding them, laughing maniacally about something, both with a beer in one hand and a highlighter in the other.
“Hi…” They obviously hadn’t heard her enter but her voice makes their laughter fade, “What’s going on here?”
Mike smiles up at her from his spot on the floor, a light chuckle escaping his lips again before he speaks, “Hey Rach, the Rictor files have taken over, hope that’s okay.”
“Yeah of course. But why aren’t you at the office?” Her trademark genuine smile is evident on her face, but she looks sharply to Harvey when she hears a choked chuckle, head bowed down like he was trying to hide his laughter from her.
“Louis kept harassing me, offering suggestions that aren’t even applicable to this case, talking about taking me mudding again, different outfits he’s bought for his cat, and I don’t even want to know what else, so I had to get away. Harvey came over not long ago to help me get through all this.”
“That’s nice.”
“Yeah.”
It was slightly awkward after that, Mike and Rachel staring at each other, Harvey still desperately trying to stop his giggles on the floor. Eventually he got to Mike, the younger man chuckling along, hitting his boss on the leg with one of the files, “What is wrong with you?”
His response is wheezed out through giggles, Rachel staring at him like he’d grown a second head, “I can’t get that image out of my head.” A new wave of laughter overtook both men, Rachel letting out a breath, finally giving up and retreating to her study.
so 10 years ago I wrote a 60k+ marvey fic that I never got around to finalising and posting…
think it might finally be time
guys i don’t know how to end it!!
it’s the only thing I have left besides some minor editing but i’m STUCK
it's so nice to see how pleased he gets when he makes him laugh.

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i will Never deactivate. if i die this blog shall remain eternal as a museum of my greatness. a monument of my legacy.
Imagine I was calm and normal about things
Connor Storrie & Hudson Williams getting ready for the Met Gala 2026.
okay stay with me for this one.
When Ilya moves to the Centaurs he doesn’t get to keep his number. Some old fuck on the team already has it and refuses to trade, no matter how much Ilya bribes him.
so, in true Ilya Rozanov fashion, he picks the number 24. People think he did it to be an asshole, which is true, but he also did it to have Shane with him all the time. Shane was both infuriated and touched by it.
but then of course, years later, SHANE transfers to Ottawa. And lo and behold, the old fuck who had number 81 retired, so when Shane has to choose a number?
81 is available.
so the first day of training, Shane walks into practice in a jersey that says Hollander, 81, with an absolutely shit-eating grin on his face.
and Ilya goes insane.

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Brass balls, buddy. See? You haven't lost it.
THE PITT — 2.14 “8:00 P.M.”
and there were no nice men in montreal? i don’t know, probably…. i never even looked. how could i look away once i’d seen him. he and i are so evenly matched.. what makes you think i’d want just anyone? you don’t even know how intertwined we are… if i look back through the years, there he is. all of my most vivid memories from the past decade have his fingerprints all over them, if you really looked, you’d see. he’s in my throat, in the muscle of my jaw, along my spine, pressed into the skin of my inner thigh like a bruise. he’s in my eyes, even. you’d see him there, in the back of my mind, always present. not that you’d look that closely. not that you’d be able to recognize him, if you did. you don’t know him like i do. no one else would do — he’s it. yeah, he’s sort of an asshole, but he’s a good man. he has a good heart, i promise, you’ll find out in time. nice is nothing.