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dying laughing at mack launching the ball straight towards the entire interview/photo set up. no regard for the cameras, lights, green screen, and literal PERSON standing there

love when something gets revealed about mack that just makes him more and more of a loser (endearing)

love that will is a downass bitch when it comes to dressing up. yeah give me the retro neon jumpsuit, throw me those pitties too why youre at it. sure i'll wear the lola bunny fit, we doin knee high socks too? dude, it's halloween why wouldn't we dress in matching lederhosen?

what really gets me about everything going on with the wackles is how everything is so fun and boyish and just so rooted in the fact that they're experiencing the peaks of their youth together. thinking about how fondly they'll talk about these days in the future, not just the hockey but also the "hey we're in our early 20's living out our dreams !" remember during dev camp when we were so nervous throwing out a first pitch? when we roomed together and got to know each other as teammates instead of rivals? remember our rookie season where we carpooled every day, you made fun of my music and complained about my driving, but still asked me for rides after you got your license? when the losses felt so devastating but we still found the time and joy for dinner books, dumb bets, and sleepovers. remember when you got injured and you made me go out with you to that one cafe is los gatos? i was making sure your sling was properly fastened, holding all your things, but still complained like i wasnt the one who insisted. or when we used an off-day in chicago to drive an hour out to play pickleball with your family? we got wiped the next day and had to talk to everyone afterwards like it was fine and it was fine bc all i can remember is you almost ripping your jeans trying to hit a crosscourt shot and laughing so hard we cried? reminiscing fondly because we know each other so well now, it's almost silly how there was once a time where we barely knew each other at all?

sitting at glass for the first time (barracuda game) and i think being able to see the sheer desperation on the players' faces up close has fundamentally changed me as a person

love whatever happened to will that made him go from "my music taste has changed...it's better now" to just fully embracing that maybe his music taste wasnt ever bad in the first place

head in hands thinking about what stupid chomping sounds will could be making as he pretends to eat the smelling salts

been botg for a decent amount of games and there are some wacklin-isms during warm ups that just sit in my brain bc it's so hard to put into words. like how will and mack aren't physically together the entire time but you can just tell they are still in each other's orbits. how they insist on doing their little routine from across the ice but still make bitchy little faces when their teammates skate through and knock into their pucks or make them wait. how mack will do exaggerated sighs and faces like he's disappointed when will doesn't immediately catch the puck or doesn't pass it perfectly to him. until one of them breaks out into a smile, a sheepish shake of the head, and they try it again. how more and more players have been staying out longer for warm ups but will and mack still wait. even if the buzzer has gone off minutes ago, the ice team waiting to clear the ice. they'll wait for each other, until it's just them two, to finish out their rituals.