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i dont think they would use petnames (well. excluding bro and dude) but it sam would for sure use it in a mocking tone like ‘look at you, you wanna have it so bad, baby?’ and he would have an absolutely awful shit grin, but that would shoot right to misa’s dick and he would just respond by biting sam’s neck harshly with a glare. cause like my dick is hard but also fuck you asshole

At some point, Misa asks "Do you think our ratings are accurate?" and Sam's like "Well, we'd have to try to know for sure..." and Misa, all cheery, is just like "Ok, let's do it."

If Sam was talking to anyone else he would assume it was a joke, but Misa is nothing if not earnest and it's not like Sam isn't curious what the best cuck chair is but Misa doesn't bring it up again and Sam's not going to, that would be weird. That is until they get to their hotel room in Philly and rate the cuck chair (solid 7/10) and Misa just goes "Marty would be down, if you still want." and Sam's like "Want what?" and Misa looks at him like he's dumb when he says "See if our rating is accurate, duh." and it's not like Sam would chicken out now, so he agrees.

Marty arrives and Sam really doesn't know how to behave, he hasn't been in a cuck chair before. He doesn't know if it's appropriate to give pointers even if they are desperately needed (for Marty, not Misa) or if live feedback is innapropriate. Should he be taking notes to discuss later?

if you're autistic, as i am, you'll know that getting a little drunk can be incredibly freeing. can get you out of your head in a way that's kinda specific to autistics. it's not just that you stop masking, but you forget that masking is a thing you're supposed to do

this is valuable information to me because i was just projecting onto dickie my own gross vagina sweat, but exercise boner is MUCH more fun. and perhaps shockingly, this is not the first time i’ve talked about sam hiding his boner using misa lmao

sam’s so aware of the problem when they’re almost up the mountain, then very aware when one of the guys asks some lady to take a photo, then somehow even more aware when they’re piled in the gondola going down. he’s trying to be casual and normal about it but sitting in front of the misas and lardis while he’s hard is just not going to work, but the other option is taking the next gondola with the older guys and that’s also not an option.

he can’t even tuck it into his waistband, he’s so so so fucked here. they’re waiting there and sam has his hands over his dick like an idiot before he whispers to misa just in front of him, dude, i’m like really hard right now. it might possibly be the lamest way sam has ever told anyone he has a boner, and it’s not helped by the fact misa turns around and immediately looks straight down. don’t look! he’s trying to get some camaraderie here but misa is just flush in a sexy cool way with his toned stomach and growing tan, no embarrassing exercise boner.

misa is frowning at him and then says out of the blue, dead grandma, dead grandma, dead grandma. sam stares at him, what the fuck is wrong with you? and now misa is looking at him like he’s the insane one. i’m trying to get it to go away. dead puppy? sam cannot believe that misa’s first two instincts are to look at sam’s dick, and then start spouting off unsexy stuff. what’s more concerning is that the whole misa flush and tan and artfully sweaty is more influential to his situation than the bullshit he’s saying.

misa’s new great idea is to try and stuff the shirt from his pants down sam’s and over his dick. please do not put your hands in pants right now, mis. sam may have to throw himself off this mountain, because all he is is harder and more embarrassed about it, and now the fucking gondola is here. just stand in front of me, sam says and does not beg. he puts his arm over misa’s shoulder for good measure too.

the ride isn’t exactly spacious but they at least have a handle coming down from the ceiling so sam can reasonably stay standing with misa pushed to his front. luke doesn’t even ask, sits down and closes his eyes like his legs might fall off which sam agrees with but they’re are more pressing matters in his mind. nick lardis does give him and misa a look and like an asshole asks, don’t you guys wanna sit? sam opens his mouth before mike says anything too stupid or telling, it’s better for your muscles, man. it’s probably not true but no one says anything and that suits sam just fine.

he’s a smooth guy he likes to think, a funny guy more accurately. sam knows how to play a room and that’s also why he knows there’s no great way to play off having a boner, for any reason. you ignore that shit and hide it to the best of your ability while you pray to god no one calls you out. which is why sam’s got misa fully plastered to his front, dick to ass, which is again not fixing the situation exactly. sam thinks it’s kind of insane that the first time he’s this close to misa is in front of his brother and nick lardis.

like a lot of stuff that's heralded as canadian culture, the making of hockey comes from indigenous traditions. mi'kmaq people carved the first hockey sticks from ironwood. the lakota souix played shinny like 200 years before it was called hockey. thousands of years before skating was a sport or an artform, the iroquois attached blades to their shoes, made from elk and cariboo tibias, to aid them in moving across the ice.

during the playoffs, rogers (canadian telecom giant) came out with an ad campaign about how hockey is "our game" and it made my blood boil a little, how overwhelmingly white hockey is even though as an indigenous person, it feels kinda like my game in particular.

i've seen indigenous players like chris simon (nika-kakwê-wânaskân) and jordin tootoo be on relied as agitators and enforcers, heard about young players facing abuse from coaching staff, have racist comments made about them online and have their name mocked on espn.

i've never seen an indigenous player be raised up for his skill with such excitement by the hockey community until gavin mckenna, and i was so glad to see him go 1st oa. i was on facetime with my cousin on draft day. we watched gavin get called up, saw his beadwork, saw his clearly indigenous family on the screen. we cried about it a little together, finally feeling like maybe this is our game, a little bit more than it was before.