i didn’t rec the fic where johnny gets his balls slapped bc the ending sucked :/ i look out for my followers
heres this one: http://fincher.tumblr.com/post/98774097586/liz-can-u-rec-me-kazer-fi-c-i-think-ive-run-out & this http://fincher.tumblr.com/post/92549928246/do-you-have-any-fic-recs-for-pat-kane-and-jonathan
and i have some more LOL
GOOD WORK, YOUNG HAWK, the oak tree outside his building booms once the season’s over, and Patrick smiles sleepily in its direction.
He’s never been sure how the trees of Chicago know about hockey—trees hear a lot, but it’s not like he’s ever stopped in a public park to ask one about it.
Johnny finds the entire thing hilarious. It’s probably because it isn’t anyone in his family wearing a Kaner jersey, or a Sharpy jersey.
In which Patrick makes a statement.
Patrick’s sharpest memory of Jonny was a brown-eyed eight year old with dinosaur stamps on both his cheeks, kissing him goodbye on a cold November day beside the playground swings. Jonny at eighteen is all long limbs and lean lines, taller than him by a head and with eyes like a stunner— and Patrick realizes this Jonny is someone else entirely, someone he doesn’t know, but he still wants to.
DONT DISRESPECT SHIA LIKE THIS
shall i hold u hand