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Everything I see about Staples or FedEx uses their paper, like you order online and they print it for you. I am printing stickers on special vinyl paper that I can use in my Cricut machine, so I want to be able to swap my paper in. Any ideas?

I know CPL doesn’t do color, and I tried DePaul since I’m an alumni but apparently alumni don’t have printer access. 🙃

I am not just joking here, I’m genuinely serious. I think my brain has formed a chemical dependency on this damn show.

I was road tripping the other day, and the entire time I was driving all I wanted to do is pull over and consume content. It was like I was going through actual chemical withdrawal of not being able to watch for a few hours, and I was feeling actual side effects like restlessness.

I think about this show when I wake up, during the day, and before bed. I am constantly rewatching the best parts to get my “fix,” like those scenes are literal drug hits. I have put off actual life tasks in order to watch sometimes.

I have launched into the fanfic world, and I’m constantly reading. I have never read this much in my life.

I also have never been able to consume the same content over and over again on this scale without getting sick of it, like it still provides insane dopamine hits. I definitely get addicted to songs that I repeat a million times, so I know my brain is predisposed to this, but TV shows not as much. This is getting ridiculous.

I can literally feel it chemically coursing through my veins and when I don’t get HR content at least 1221 times a day, I feel withdrawal.

What is going on?? I saw a comedian joke that HR was straight up black tar heroin and I don’t think it was so much of a joke. This is happening to women everywhere, it’s not just me.

Psychologists, please weigh in! I am genuinely curious if there is any research to suggest why this is happening to people on a mass scale!

Kisses on the ice, Instagram posts, etc. I want it all. All the loud & proud “I LOVE HIM!!”s to the world!

High Fidelity (sequel) by me, banthafodder87.

The first one, High Voltage, was supposed to be a one-off but people seemed to like Ally Cliff, so continuing the vibes! You don’t necessarily need to read it to understand the gist of this one, but it is short if you want to. (Ilya organizes a truce between the Metros & Raiders with a joke note so that he can dance with Shane in a nightclub, and at said club, Cliff picks up on the vibes and figures them out. Now in the sequel, someone finds the truce note and leaks it to the media, along with pictures of the teams at the club together, leading to a collusion scandal in the middle of the playoffs. But Ilya couldn’t give two shits about the potential crumbling of his career, all he cares about is Shane. Cliff breaks him out of a mandated lockdown to see him, antics ensue.)

All Ilya Rozanov has ever wanted to do is dance with Shane Hollander in a nightclub.

So, naturally, he plots and orchestrates a twelve-hour truce between Boston and Montreal to make it happen. It's the perfect cover... assuming they can actually blend in and not get caught.

But between their instinctual domesticity and a very drunk, clingy Shane, staying under the radar is a lot harder than it looks. Especially when Cliff Marleau is sitting right across the table.

(or, Cliff puts the pieces together when Shane gets wasted, Ilya's boyfriend mode is too obvious, and he catches them sexy dancing in the club.)

Welp. I don’t think this is the last year for the core. They fought too hard and I could see a fire in them that you can’t just end it all with.

It was an honor to watch this season with you all 🫡🖖

LGP, FTF, go Canes, and we’ll get there next year.

Someone get me a box of tissues.