….I’m kinda curious… Javelia stan??
tbh..... yeah. like it's not the first time i like a pairing that has very little screentime and then has me in a fucking chokehold
also they're one of the reasons i started dino fury and cosmic fury, them and izzy/fern. like lesbians, a female red ranger, and a himbo who sings like an angel? i'm sold
i only recently got back into power rangers since i watched the 2017 film for the first time a couple weeks back and well, got back into pr nostalgia as a whole
javelia (and fizzy) is one of my ranger pairings along with trimberly (2017 version), wes/jen, leo/kendrix, andros/ashley, chase/riley, tyler/shelby, eric/taylor, kira/trent, jayden/antonio, conner/ethan, kendrix/maya (and some of these i also recently got into/saw the appeal of so i'm hooked), and a few more of course. nostalgia can get to me
but i'm obsessed. i also love both characters too which is a bonus as well. they're so sweet 🥺
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56 and patater for the spotify wrapped!!
56) wayfairing stranger by the longest johns!!!!!
I know dark clouds will hover on me
I know my path is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more shall weep
There’s something distinctly awful about the first night in a new city, and Providence is no different. San Jose to Vegas had been an adjustment, loud and bright and messy, but Vegas to Providence has, thus far, been unnerving.
Alexei thinks he understands, now, why all those horror movies take place in New England.
Even in a city, it’s too quiet. Admittedly, he’s used to the Strip, and he’s used to the desert and heat lightning and everything else that comes with Las Vegas, Nevada, USA, but Providence feels otherworldly.
He’s on a quiet side street, which is helping nothing, and it’s 3am, which is helping nothing, and he’s fucking lonely. He misses his boyfriend, for starters, and his cat, for next starters, and his apartment, for entrees.
He misses the stupid way the lights never really got dimmer and the way that the city swelled around you to swallow you whole.
There’s nothing to swallow you in Providence but the dark and the quiet and loneliness.
They’re playing in the West on a roadie in three days, and he thinks he can hold out until then, hold out for the desert and his cat and his apartment and his pretty blonde boy who doesn’t believe he’s pretty and doesn’t listen when people tell him he’s good at hockey because it never means anything until he’s holding a goddamn Stanley Cup.
Right now, though, he’s crying in a hotel room in Providence fucking Rhode Island because his boyfriend just got done playing twenty-five minutes in a game that he should’ve seen only eighteen of, but Kirmer must’ve seen something he didn’t like (or something he did, though that has been getting rarer) and decided to make Kent live with that.
Alexei’s never felt so alone.
There’s a message on his phone from his new captain, just a short one that says “Welcome to Providence!” and the urge to delete it is so strong that Alexei throws his phone across the room instead of dealing with that.
Just then, it rings.
Alexei gets up, and he picks up the phone.
Inevitably, it’s Jeff, calling because Jeff has this magical sixth sense of when Alexei Needs Things And Kent Is Busy.
“Priveyt,” Alexei says, because he’s sad and English is stupid and Jeff speaks enough Russian.
“I’m going to tell you about growing up in Nebraska until he’s done media,” Jeff says, slow and careful and determined. “And then you’re going to talk to your boyfriend about revenge dick tricks or things that aren’t hockey or whatever you get up to, but you’re going to talk to him.”
“Da,” Alexei says, and he does.
Jeff paints a pretty picture, but Alexei is barely listening.
He’s barely listening when Kent gets on, either, just kind of hanging on to the cadence and roll of Kent’s voice, paying the briefest sort of attention to the game narration and the most sort of attention to the sound of kentkentkentkent.
He falls asleep like that, Kent’s voice in his ear, and he wakes up and goes to practice.
He can’t close his eyes and pretend it’s Vegas. There’s snow. He needs a non-fashion winter coat for the first time in years. The rink feels different and sounds different, and when he finally gets out, he goes back to the hotel room and cries.
He does a little math and a little Googling, and sends a text before his mandatory afternoon coffee meeting with the captain.
At 10am on a Tuesday, Kent gets a text that simply says “only need 6 more seasons until okay for retire”.
He’s going to light up Vegas on Thursday.
He’s going to burn Providence to the ground, consequences be damned.
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17. Something you don’t mind spending all your money on?
i already said tattoos + mutuals + concerts so i'll just add little treats and toys for naga to the list
24. What’s your dream car?
i already answered this so i'm going to ask my dad.
update he sent this pic:
49. Is there something in the past you wish you hadn’t done?
ah yes many things. but to pick one, i wish i hadn't gotten into a relationship like two weeks into college
ask game
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🎧! :)
Song for you!
Finishing eight or nine?
Tell me, what's the perfect time?
I told you I'll be waiting
Hiding from the rainfall
Tell me, what's the joy of giving if you're never pleased?
On my last strength against you
Baby, tell me what you need
Young as I want to know
I will never let you go
Trading a baseball lover as I face the snow
So, tell me, what's the joy of giving if you're never pleased?
On my last strength against you
Baby, tell me what you need
send me a 🎧 and i’ll give you a song and my fav lyrics
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