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what they dont tell you is that if you're a hockey fan for a long enough time you start feeling insane about the new wave of fans who don't know Anything. not in a hockey sense, but in a fandom sense

we used to talk about owen power and kent johnson. actually we used to talk about michael raffl and scott laughton

i gotta get fully into sidnate. like i gotta finally write it or something. you, man. carve it on my tombstone. i'm losing it. i feel insane. i keep watching it over and over again but then have to abruptly turn the sound off because i feel like i'm witnessing something too intimate. also why the hell does nate look up and say "you do?" like that. like he never thought it would happen in his wildest dreams but sid's right there in front of him telling him he's been thinking about, like - what if he had feelings for nate. not like friends, like - what if he had feelings. "you do?" hello? and sid saying "for you" right after??? i'm sorry???? and then i get backhanded across the face emotionally by "you, man" delivered in like the tenderest tone a man's voice can have for the man he loves? and then sid immediately does the full-scrunch face laugh like hehe you're so silly and nathan's like i've never been more serious about anyone anything in my life. but if it puts you at ease i'll make a joke about using your curve this year. i can only watch this video in one millisecond increments between which i have to lie facedown and howl into the rug like a wounded animal. then sid's like no i know who it is for real and nate's like who is it? because i already said who it was. and sid's like it's kucherov :D and nate's like yeah i like him. in the way that you 'like' a talented colleague. i don't feel like our souls are two halves of one beautiful, transcendent, shimmering whole. i don't think about how if i had kuch i'd never need anything else, not another cup, not a gold medal, not even a long life, nothing, nothing, because the time allotted to me on this earth, the time given to us to be together, to have and to hold, would be enough. i 'like' kuch because he's the opposite of what i do. i'm choppy. i'm out of control. i can't control how i feel man. i can't control the way my soul strains out of my body towards yours when we're in the same room together or half a country apart. so sure. i 'like' kuch. and you? for you? i'd lie down at your feet and never get up again. i'd ride out and die for you a thousand times over. i have found you in every life we've ever lived and i will find you in every life still left to us. it's you, man. it's you.