#iamp qcon

[canadianconstellations]

them

shoutout to @proxiescanonhusband for drawing them for me !

[canadianconstellations]

I AUDIBLY SQUEALED. TYSM!!

hey hey !! can i request ollie in 1b and jean in 1c?? thx and happy easter !!

Here they are, sorry it took forever, happy very late Easter. 🐣

Oliver is begging Jean to wear an accessory, Jean doesn’t want to wear the accessory. He was nice enough to agree to wear the outfit in the first place, Ollie is just pushing his luck.

[maryeve-the-bitch]

I commissionned the lovely @frukmerunning. No regret. I love them.

[surfingthesealand]

Project Canada Ships I Like

BC x Alberta: Rocky Relationship (coined by @allbeendonebefore)

BC x Newfoundland: Coast 2 Coast

Alberta x Saskatchewan: Beef and Bread

Alberta x Newfoundland: Dirty Money (coined by @quatschmachen)

SK x Manitoba: Saskatoba, Bread and Buffaloes

AB x MB: Beef and Buffaloes, Beefaloes, Beef Bros

BC x MB: Riel Housewives of Vancouver (coined by @allbeendonebefore)

Ontario x Quebec: ONQC, QCON, Frenglish (coined by @itsahumanperson)

QC x New Brunswick: French Fries

New Brunswick x Nova Scotia: The Ship Ship (coined by @lafranglophone), Maritime Sweethearts (coined by @sourpatchbebe), NovaBrunswick (coined by me!)

NB x BC: Lumber Ladies (coined by @allbeendonebefore)

NS x Newfoundland: Fishy Friends, Boat B’ys

PEI x NS: Redhead Buds

PEI x Alberta: Steak and Potatoes (coined by someone on the old IAMP forums after the Vancouver Winter Olympics, don’t know exactly who)

NL x PEI: Fish and Potatoes

NL x NB: Fish and Chips

BC x Yukon: Golden Girls (coined by @whimsicaldimples)

Yukon x Northwest Territories: Diamond Divas

Manitoba x Nunavut: Polar Pals

Nunavut x Newfoundland: Newfounvut

I’ll admit I came up with most of these myself.

@itukaakana @maple711

[randomoranges]

idk maybe cause i ran out of videos i wanted to repost my old ancient DECADE OLD iamp fics as well. idk why. these are old. but. once upon a time they lived here. then i accidentally deleted my blog. it’s been 10 yrs. [how how how how how] 

listen, we all know my go to is the soft moments and all about the “”human”” connections instead of the historical ones. also say what you will about how qcon was the main ship and such, but hey, being from qc it was an easy ship to explore. oh ya also i was also alwayyyyysssssss a bigger fan of using the human names since 5evr.  #shrugemoji #aucunsregrets;)

ANYWAYS - i didnt “”fix”” these fics up. i fixed up the odd typo i found and maybe one structure but i kept them as they were in their imperfect decade old state.

idk why i put a preamble. maybe in case anyone Wondered, 

IAMP

Bring Me Home

327

Based on a drawing Lomitzz made. At long last, I’m dipping into IAMP land.

Jean remembered being here, in this spot, or at least, the same building, before. It seemed every time Oliver was being shipped to the other end of the world, Jean would drive him to the airport, and then come pick him up, if he could, and if they were on speaking terms. It was almost like a private tradition.

 It would be one spot, when he left Oliver and another spot, when he would come and pick him up, but they were the same spots, all the time. He would stand in the same general area, by the same pillar and he would wait. One time, he would wait to see the last of Oliver’s curls disappear, behind the wall, the other time, he would wait to catch the same glimpse, of those same curls.

 Jean wished he would have known Oliver’s plane was going to be late, in order to sneak in a cigarette. He knew how much Oliver disliked the smell of smoke, and he tried not to smoke too much around him. He’d go outside when he could and when he remembered, but Oliver still complained about the smell and the taste that clung to his very being. Or so Oliver said.

 He frowned, as he looked at the arrivals pane. Flight AC117 was still marked as delayed. He heard someone say, a few minutes ago, that the plane had landed, but if it had, none of its passengers had come out.

 Oliver had left for one of his endless business trips, ten days ago. They were used to their hectic schedules, to Oliver’s constant traveling, for one reason and another, but for some reason, this time, it weighed on him. He wanted to hold Oliver close and listen to him prattle on about some detail, he could care less about, until they made it home. He wanted to sit on the couch, with him, and tug at his curls, gently, watching them bounce back, with rapt fascination.

 He must have been lost in his thoughts, for suddenly, he heard a distinct yowl and hiss. He looked in front of him, as his eyes focused, and he caught sight of the familiar curls he had been daydreaming about, and the ever present Maple Leafs jersey. Of course, if nothing else, the jersey would travel along. His scowl lessened and his stance relaxed, a little.

 Oliver walked over to him, his pace accelerating, as he pulled his suitcase and two travel cages. As he got closer, Jean heard Schrodinger’s angry hisses and Fred’s little plaintive mewls. He couldn’t say he had missed the cats. Definitely not Schrodinger, but Fred was okay. She found him to be okay, and that was okay with him. He didn’t have to worry about his every move, and his life, around her.

 He waved at them; to Oliver, really and Oliver gave him a smile and hurried his step. When he finally got to him, Jean took the travel cages from him and put them down. He then opened his arms and Oliver easily stepped up to him, throwing his arms around his neck. Jean hugged him back, holding him close, and buried his face in Oliver’s neck and hair. For now, this felt like home. He’d enjoy the feeling for as long as it lasted.

 Oliver let himself be held, leaning into Jean and he sighed, glad to be home, relieved and pleased that  Jean had come to pick him up. The flight had been long and tiring and it was nice to have a small something to look forward to.

 In all honesty, he had missed Jean, more than usual. He wasn’t sure why, but he wasn’t about to start psycho-analysing it either. He snuggled closer in the embrace and felt Jean’s arms tighten around his waist.

 They stayed that way, for a moment, enjoying it for everything it was worth. They remained silent, exchanging words, through their embrace. It was hello and welcome back, I missed you, how was your trip, and all the I love yous they had never told each other, but that they had guessed, in the other’s actions and attentions.

 When they finally pulled back, Oliver smiled softly at him and Jean returned the gesture. He then took Oliver’s suitcase and Fred’s traveling cage, before looping their arms together. Oliver leaned into him a little and they both exited the airport, heading home.

 FIN 1

  Started writing: October 5th 2013, 6:52pm

Finished writing: October 5th 2013, 8:19pm

Started typing: December 17th 2013, 8:56pm

Finished typing: December 17th 2013, 9:12pm

[maryeve-the-bitch]

Crazy cat lady Oliver.

“Calisse, stop buying cats.”

I went a little bit overboard with the details. And yes, that floofy thing coming out of the box is indeed another cat.

[madam-of-lithuania]

Aw so kawaii 😍💖💓💕💗 my another OTP 😍 💖💕💓💗❤️ Ačiū (Thank you)🙂😊💖💖💖💖💖

Jean H4 and Oliver D7 sleeping

Here they be! Ollie and Jean, snowed in.

[madam-of-lithuania]

OMG so kawaii 💓 💕 💗 💖 😍 💜 💓 my another OTP

me: imma repost all the old fics in order!  me, upon rereading some of said old fics: oh my god no. this can never be reposted again lamao

IAMP

Time Off

“Jeaaaaaan…. Save me…. I’m sooooo bored.” Oliver bemoaned on the phone. Jean was surprised by the call and even more, by what Oliver told him. He sounded the part, that was sure, but Jean couldn’t figure out why Oliver would be bored.

“Don’t you have work to do?”

  “I do, but I was sent home and told to take some time off.”

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[madam-of-lithuania]

OMG so kawaii 😍💖💓💕 and adorable 😍💖💕💓 my another OTP 😍 💖 💕 💓 💗

G7 Oliver and H6 Jean please?

G7 is such a cute expression > <

Ollie with a blep :3

Jean doesn't want to give him attention, but it's pretty hard.