Just Gonna Leave You Two Alone

being so normal about this

mtk taking a guy down again. consensus?

panthers @ rangers 240524 | ecf game 2

Jo giving Nate the puck after their win against Minnesota from the lastest Avs 360 episode.

shout out to the old flyers TV videos. gotta be one of my favorite genders

i could not find these anywhere on here, and all my google searches were turning up more and more niche porn, so huge thank you to @thicclasbackstrom for knowing the relevant twitter thread in which to find them!!!

abo pre-sidgeno thoughts during this witching hour bc i just found these pics on pinterest and need i say more?

thinking about a young, stubborn, and begrudgingly omega sidney at the end of his second season in the nhl, staring down the barrel of the captaincy and really deeply thinking that he's not ready for it. due in no small part to the fact to the internalized shame he has about his heats and how, for the first time in his life, he's being forced to go through regular cycles as per the anti-doping adjacent dynamic rules set in place by the nhl. and maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal if he could just tough his heats out on his own when his week of blue placebo pills comes around but in order to keep his hormones balanced properly (because we all know how much of a freak sid is for maintaining his fleshly hockey machine- uh, i mean, his body) and minimize the time commitment that is a cycle, he has to have an alpha heat partner. and maybe that wouldn't be such a big deal if they were any good at getting him off. like oh my god, why are all alphas ages 18-25 bumbling fumbling idiots with no coordination or stamina. if he hopes to take the c by the beginning of next season, which is looking increasingly more likely and decreasingly his to decide, sid needs to be able to get his cycles down pat. something he can only accomplish with a consistent and competent alpha heat partner.

enter geno, obviously.

Why does look fucking BUFF AS HELL

an open letter to the boy i sat next to in junior high art class

youre missing a tooth, closer to the side of your mouth than the front. said you lost it playing hockey.

it was a first semester assignment. i did something red and blue with color pencils. you wrote in big letters with the soft drawing pencils, deep blue with the hardness embossed in gold like real artists used, probably. you pressed down hard enough that it carved dents into the paper.

you tried to erase it. the lines didnt even smear.

i dont remember much about you (or much of those years, for the matter). not your name, the position you played, what you drew in art. you sat on my right. your face was round with boyhood, pink in the cheeks. i remember your voice. i dont remember anything you said.

i only saw you in passing the years after.

when i still had hopes in my higher education, the nearest universitys mens ice hockey team didnt show up for the open house. their table was empty, sandwiched between other athletics. they had biking, helmet mounted like a skull.

you probably went far. the kids in sports always go far.

i watch prospects drop their gloves in grainy video. when you throw enough punches, the bones in your fist mold to the shape of it. theyre just kids.

the track team runs in the summer. its a locked car hot out there. the girl that sat in front of me complained that she was tired. she didnt ask me for advice i dont follow. just kids.

the newest draft class was born in 2006. the newest class of our junior high was born in 2014. kids.

how did you lose your tooth?

i looked up your name on the wikipedia page your draft year. it returned no matches.

i hope you made it.

i hope you didnt.

Bits & pieces.