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crow-the-unknown · 2 months
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something about how trades really do affect players. how it's not just us as fans being crazy or reading too much into it. it's real and it's painful. erik johnson has lacked the hutzpah he once had ever since leaving colorado, as if he could bear landeskog's injury but the second he was forced to leave it all came crashing down. sidney crosby has lost much of the joy he once carried and it's because he had the human, golden embodiment of that joy in jake guentzel torn away from him when he needed it most. dylan larkin shed genuine, heartfelt, distraught tears when tyler bertuzzi was traded away. the penguins still welcome marc-andre fleury to pittsburgh every time he plays there because, no matter where he is, that is his home. pk subban could never return to the same player he was after he was taken from price. trevor zegras is seemingly incomplete without drysdale at his side. brandon duhaime is lacking his connor dewar. bowen byram no longer has his alex newhook to lean on and laugh with. travis koneckny and nolan patrick may never even get the chance to play another game with or against one another. and who could imagine kuznetsov as anyone but a capital? do you really think of pavelski in the green of the stars or do you see him proud in teal beside thornton and marleau? did shea weber ever really stop being a nashville predator? and what about beauvillier, horvat, compher, dumolin, burakovsky, kadri, yamamoto, hornqvist, eberle, o'rielly, barrie, jost, gaudreau, karlsson, carter and richards, martin, and so many others? even wayne gretzky himself went to three teams post trade, searching for that spark he had in edmonton after they made him leave. jagr had eight after pittsburgh. you are not crazy for grieving, in some small way, a player you lost. and they aren't crazy for feeling distraught either. these teams are family. and family is everything, even if it gets ripped apart so easily.
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vivalechat · 4 months
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It’s so embarrassing when your rival has another rival… like what do you mean I’m not even your worst enemy? You’re mine.
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loulucifer · 3 months
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yeah I guess, the end is here
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tiger-balm · 26 days
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the flyers having jamie sit in the middle of the circle while they tap their sticks like:
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thymbsup · 10 days
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Jamie Drysdale
He speaks so softly I just think he’s a cutie patootie
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sunkissed-zegras · 2 months
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38. "stay with me, please? i need you tonight. maybe for the rest of my life, if you're generous."
with jamie!
𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 | jd⁹
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♡ ─ word count | 1.6k
♡ ─ warnings | hurt/comfort, ANGST!! jamie being an asshole (but it was lowkey justified), mention of his injury/trade :((, thats all!
♡ ─ ev's notes | okay listen i forgot the prompt but the last few paragraphs basically describe what the prompt conveys if that makes sense, i still hope u enjoy it nonnie 😭🩷
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Jamie had a pretty hard season, with him moving to Philadelphia unexpectedly and him being injured had really gotten to him. He's spent the last two weeks at home recovering and trying to get better as soon as he could, he wanted to be back on the ice as soon as possible. His injury added another layer of frustration. The pain, both physical and emotional, weighed heavily on him. Hockey had always been his sanctuary, and the forced break on top of the trade felt like the whole universe was against him.
You entered the condo, sighing with exhaustion. The last couple months had been frustrating for you as well, but it didn't even come close to how Jamie was feeling. As you entered the small condo, you heard the shower running and assumed it was Jamie.
You put down everything and began starting on dinner, Jamie probably hadn't eaten anything except breakfast. You were worried for him, more than you could ever express. You'd always had faith in him even in the lowest of the lows but he had never been this low in his entire career. He'd always been a determined person but right now, it really did feel like the odds were stacked up against him.
You wanted to do everything in your power to make him happy again, even if it was for a fleeting moment before the world closing on him again. The smell of a home-cooked meal began to fill the air as you moved around the kitchen, chopping vegetables and preparing a comforting dish.
As you worked, your thoughts lingered on Jamie's struggles - the trade, the injury, and the emotional toll it all took on him. You understood the importance of hockey in his life, how it served as a source of purpose. Tonight, you wanted to provide not just a meal but a reminder that he wasn't alone in this struggle, no matter what happens.
As your timer beeped, indicating that dinner was ready, you set the table, adorned with comforting dishes. The shower turned off, and soon Jamie emerged, his weariness evident in his movements. You gave him a warm smile, opening up your arms for a hug.
"I made your favorite,"
He slumped down to your height and embraced you tightly, sighing. You let him hug you before he slipped away from the embrace, and you could feel the tension in his shoulders as he did. The weariness in his pretty eyes spoke volumes, but so did the gratitude for the effort you put into making the evening a little brighter.
"Thank you," Jamie murmured, his voice a mixture of fatigue and appreciation. He walked over to the table and sat down as you brought waters from the fridge before sitting with him.
"How was your day?" You asked gently as you settled into the seat, glancing up to watch him.
"It was fine." He responded shortly as he began eating the food, avoiding your gaze. You knew he didn't want to come off bitter but it stung, you tried your best to not to take it personal. "You?"
"Oh, you know, the usual," you replied with a light chuckle, trying to maintain a casual tone. "Work had its moments, but nothing too exciting. I did manage to catch up with Maya over the phone today, she said she missed us back in California."
You knew you had messed up as you heard Jamie's fork hit the plate, the sound echoing throughout the apartment. Shit, I shouldn't have mentioned California. You looked up and caught his tired gaze as he sighed.
"I'm sorry," you offered softly, regret lacing your words. "I didn't mean to bring up anything that might upset you. It's just habit to share little updates about people we know, you know?"
Jamie took a deep breath, and you could see the effort it took for him to compose himself. "It's okay," he finally replied, though the strain in his voice betrayed the words. "I just... miss the way things used to be."
His vulnerability hung in the air, and you felt a pang of empathy. The unexpected move to Philadelphia had disrupted not only his career but also the familiar life you both had in California. You reached across the table, gently placing your hand over his. "I miss it too, Jamie. But we'll make new memories here. It just takes time."
He sighed and pulled his hand away from yours, your chest squeezing in hurt. He took the fork and continued to eat, choosing to stay silent. You didn't know why he was being so distant, so cold. You hated it but you couldn't resent him for it, you knew it wasn't his fault. That still didn't mean it didn't hurt, though.
The room seemed to shrink with the silence, the only sound was the clinking of cutlery against the plate. The unspoken tension between you and Jamie hung heavy in the air and despite your attempt to offer comfort, he withdrew further into his thoughts. As he continued to eat in silence, you couldn't shake the ache in your chest. The distance, both physical and emotional, left you feeling like a spectator in Jamie's struggle, unable to bridge the gap that seemed to widen with each passing moment.
You had never had this problem with Jamie before, he communicated everything he felt so that it was easier for the both of you so this was new territory. What had changed? Why was he retreating into this new, silent version of himself? The questions lingered, unanswered, amplifying the sense of helplessness.
With a heavy sigh, you set your fork down, the clatter against the plate echoing the unease in the room. "Jamie," you began tentatively, your voice soft but carrying the weight of your concern. "I hate seeing you like this, I just want to help."
Jamie had finally slammed the fork down, looking up at you with agitated playing on his face. "You can't fucking help me, Y/N. Do you get that, is that simple enough for you? I can't breathe around you without you looking at me and trying to analyze it and help me. You look at me like I'm some kind of burden you need to carry, and I'm sick of it."
His words hit you like a punch to the gut, the raw emotion behind them stinging more than any physical blow. It was a side of Jamie you hadn't encountered before, and the harshness in his tone took you aback. There was silence as you both stared at each other and you saw the regret slowly seep into Jamie's expression.
You took a moment to collect yourself, swallowing the lump in your throat before finally speaking. "I never meant to make you feel like a burden. I just care about you, and seeing you struggle hurts. I thought we could face it together, like we always have."
He lowered his gaze, a visible conflict playing out in his eyes. The regret painted across his face was palpable, and for a moment, it seemed like he was grappling with the weight of his words. "I know I messed up," Jamie finally admitted, his voice softer now, remorse evident. "It's just... everything feels like too much right now, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry, baby."
The pet name rolled off his tongue like honey as he spoke and you could see the old Jamie come back slowly as you gazed at him. You nodded, acknowledging the complexity of the emotions that had fueled his outburst.
"Everything will be easier if you just talk to me, Jamie." You paused, choosing your words carefully. "I want to understand, Jamie. I want to be there for you," you continued, your voice gentle but firm. "We can face whatever it is together. Just talk to me. Please."
He sighed, the conflict in his eyes softening. "I know, Y/N. I just... I'm not used to all of this. The move, the injury, it's like my whole world got turned upside down, and I don't know how to understand it."
You reached across the table, your hand finding his. "We'll figure it out together. You don't have to carry it all on your own. I hate seeing you hurt like this, baby."
He squeezed your hand, the warmth of the gesture was filled with gratitude. "I don't want to push you away, Y/N. I just... I've always been the one who had it all figured out, you know? But this, it's different. It's overwhelming."
"You don't have to have it all figured out, Jamie. We'll navigate through this together. It's okay not to be okay, you don't have to play the part because at the end of the day, you're just human."
He nodded, a mixture of emotions flickering in his eyes. "I'm just scared of losing everything, of losing myself in all of this mess."
The weight of his fears hung in the air, and you leaned in, your thumb gently caressing his hand. "You won't lose yourself, Jamie. I'm here to help you find your way back. We'll take it one step at a time."
For a moment, he hesitated, the weight of vulnerability hanging in the air. Then, slowly, he began to open up. The words spilled out, frustration, fear, and the overwhelming pressure he felt. As he spoke, you listened, offering support.
After the conversation, you laid next to him in the bed, his head laying on your chest. The silence was comfortable as you both began to seep into sleep, enveloped in one another. Your fingers gently traced soothing patterns on his back as you held him close, your presence a reassurance that he wasn't alone ever.
The soft rhythm of his breathing matched the steady beat of your heart, as Jamie shifted slightly, his fingers finding yours in the darkness.
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ruinedcasket · 3 months
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Bark for us >:)
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lov1ngdrysdale · 1 month
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bf!jamie drysdale ✧.* headcanons
pairings: fem!reader x jamie drysdale
warnings: none! these are sfw!
a/n: no one can tell me jamie wouldn't be the BEST boyfriend.
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bf!jamie who is an absolute sweetheart to you 24/7.
bf!jamie who violently sobs at hopecore videos on tiktok...every time.
bf!jamie who also violently sobbed when he found out about the pwhl. what can he say, he's an empath and a feminist.
bf!jamie was super nervous about messing up your relationship in the beginning. he'll always think twice about everything. the things he says to you, what he wears around you, the way he texts you, even the kind of flowers he brings you.
bf!jamie who, speaking of flowers, is a literal florist in his spare time. he watched one tutorial on how to make a nice floral arrangement, and he has now made it his life's purpose to constantly make beautiful bouquets for you. the second he notices your current flowers starting to wilt he's en route to the store for more.
bf!jamie who has a collaborative playlist with you full of all the songs you want to play at your wedding.
bf!jamie who thinks you look best in his clothes. he loves seeing you in his old t-shirts, hoodies, and his jerseys on game days.
bf!jamie who finds a great deal of comfort in venting to you. somehow you always know the right things to say. he likes that you're empathetic, but also hold him accountable for some things. he thinks you're a great listener and a one-of-a-kind advice giver.
bf!jamie who has a secret obsession with socks. he has short ones, long ones, fuzzy ones, funny ones, ones with slots for each toe, ones with holes in them. you cannot get him to part with any of his socks...it just is what it is.
bf!jamie who loves your family. nothing makes him happier than spending time with your parents, siblings, cousins, pets, etc. He loves anyone that's related to you because he loves you! Even if your uncles give him a hard time and tease him, they'll slowly come around to him.
bf!jamie who sleeps with a life-size teddy bear when you're not home. it's the cutest thing ever.
bf!jamie who loves to go to coffee shops and get frappuccinos or refreshers. he'll leave you to get the coffee, he likes his sweet drinks.
bf!jamie who is a chronic tummy ache survivor. throughout 60% of your relationship, jamie has probably had a tummy ache.
bf!jamie who can't wait for you two to have kids so he can put them in hockey. he gets so excited over imagining the two of you taking your kids to games and being able to sit in the stands together cheering them on. he also thinks you'd make the milf-iest hockey mom.
bf!jamie who hates his facial hair, but knows you love it so he keeps it. he hates how itchy and uncomfortable it is, but you think he looks so hot.
bf!jamie who loves staying in. jamie loves to share some takeout and have a quiet date night in the comfort of your shared home. he likes to slow dance to music in the living room and play card games together.
bf!jamie who is quite literally obsessed with EVERYTHING about you. he worships the ground you walk on, and will never tell you no.
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dogwittaablog · 4 months
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Twitter content is just unmatched regarding anything Nolan Patrick related
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suburbanbonfire · 5 months
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hiiii! could you do anyone from the flyers? or if not them, then andre burakovsky? :)
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TK-OOOO
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nuge · 1 year
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SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE HOMOPHOBES IN THE BACK 🗣️🗣️🗣️
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homestarrunner · 4 months
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Care to discuss the theory that Gritty (first appeared 2018) was inspired by one of the murals at the Puddin’ Patch (first appeared 2008)?
those sure are two fluffy orange guys
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thymbsup · 9 days
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Cam York tarps off interview
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moonsongbf · 2 months
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It is 2024 and I am still devastated over Nolan Patrick.
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lov1ngdrysdale · 8 days
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I am so bummed we don’t get to see Jamie with a playoff beard!
a/n: im just as upset lol, maybe this’ll help.
beard burn ✧.* jd9
warnings: 18+ CONTENT, oral (f.receiving)
moans escape your lips as jamie's head bobs up and down between your legs. his tongue swirling in circles around your clit. you're not sure how he does it, but jamie can make you a moaning mess in a matter of seconds.
his hands are stretched upwards to play with your tits, caressing and pinching your nipples. the sounds of his mouth completely immersed in the wetness of your pussy drives you crazy with lust.
jamie's prickly beard scraping your inner thighs is sure to leave scratches shortly after. the pain from his itchy facial hair mixed with the pleasure from his mouth blended seemlessly.
he moans into your pussy, sending vibrations through your body. licking stripes along your folds jamie continues his attack on your clit.
"fuck jamie, getting close baby", you whine out to him.
the motions of his mouth pick up their pace, causing you to press your hips upwards for more pressure. you look at jamie's veiny hands and strong arms reaching up your body, you're in a state of pure bliss.
you could stay like this for hours, but the familiar swell begins to build in your stomach. "gonna cum for you jamie."
you can feel his lips curve into a smile and he continues at a steady pace, "you taste so fucking good my angel, cum for me."
at the sound of jamie's voice, you begin to unravel, releasing onto his face. your chest falls heavily as you come down from the orgasm. he wipes his face with his shirt, and begins to kiss you all the way up to your neck.
"jamie you're so prickly babe, you're tickling me", you complain to him as he hides in your neck.
"you said my beard was hot", jamie scoffs at you playfully.
"it is, it just hurts like a bitch", you reach down to feel your inner thighs, "jamie! holy shit! how did you do that?"
you instantly pull away from the skin, noticing a sharp pain. you sit up and stare at your thighs, they're bright red and scratched from jamie's beard.
"okay", jamie starts, "that's pretty hot."
you slap his chest but nod in agreement.
maybe the beard should stay.
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dogwittaablog · 4 months
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hello! could you explain the nolan and nico lore? what happened between them?
Nico and Nolan, were both in the 2017 draft they were going head to head on seeing who was going to go 1st overall. Media through this tried to paint some picture that they had some big rivalry (they always do this.) Tho it was pretty evident THROUGH HARD CORE FLIRTING ON NATIONAL TELEVISION that these dudes had nothing but respect for each other, and were happy on whatever spot they landed.
It was highly anticipated that Nolan was going to go 1OA, and its been like that ever since the kid was 15-16 (give or take.) Tho injuries derailed him of his spot, and the little Swiss prince came out of no where and jumped the rankings. In the end Nico went 1OA to New Jersey, and Nolan landed 2OA heading to Philadelphia.
(Here’s a photo of them hugging after)
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Most thought that they’d just associate during the draft and go separate ways after. Though it came out that they actually went on vacation together during one of the All Star Weekend breaks and were well in contact. You could also find them liking and commenting on each others ig pics time to time.
(Here’s the video clip of a reporter taking about there little get away.)
They had that “met once and instantly clicked” kind of chemistry and you just couldn’t miss it… FAST FOREWARD TO PRESENT DAY AND NOLPATS IS BRINGING US THROUGH THE RINGER, AND DECIDES TO UNFOLLOW NICO AFTER 6/7 YEARS WHILE NICO STILL FOLLOWS HIM BACK *SIGH*.
So here’s a throwback of the hard launch Nolan did at the time (now deleted.) I know Nolan’s ass is picky on who makes it on his gram, so IF THIS DOESN’T SAY SOMETHING TO YOU.
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Side note: I forgot to add that moment when they both got asked by a reporter which country they’d play/represent besides their own and they said that they’d play for each others countries. SO NOLANS VISIBLY BLUSHING AND SMILING OUT HIS ASS LIKE “Yeah Nico showed me photos of back home, so I’d say Switzerland.” SEE YA.
*I FOUND THE VIDEO*
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