the fact that pro-monarchy arguments have degenerated, over the past few centuries, from “the king rules by divine right and is accountable to nobody but god”, to “uhm the royals generate a lot of income from tourism” will never stop being extremely funny to me
the monarchs… bad. but the castles? oh, the castles are positively lush with rats… 👅
Delete this account immediately.
my favorite headcanon: the only season in jack's whole entire career where he isn't 110% focused on getting to and winning the cup is the one leading up to their wedding. bitty and he did plan around the playoffs, and are getting married later in the summer, but still - for the first time ever, some part of jack thinks it won't be so bad if the falcs get eliminated and he has more time to participate in the wedding preparations with bitty.
so of course, that is exactly the season the falcs win the cup again. bitty can't decide if he's more proud/overjoyed or angry about it.
what's the thing with this black-haired french-speaking sports prodigies who used to be at the top with their exes, but then go from hero to zero and got stuck as a mentor for the enthusiastic sunshine-protagonist, gradually developing a close strangely homoerotic relationship with him
jack zimmermann in high school was like “i am insane 🤪😡 ” and that made him self destructive and kind of an asshole because he was overwhelmed and didn’t know why his brain was doing the things it was doing to him. And so he drank and he partied and he let kent parson pierce his ears one night after a party neither of them really wanted to be at, and he talked back to coaches because obviously he knew better than everybody. And everyone knew who Jack Zimmermann was in an “oh yeah, that motherfucker’s crazy,” kind of way, in a, “he walked the mile even though he’s a semi-professional athlete because he didn’t want to and he thought it was a waste of time,” way, in a , “did you hear that zimmermann blacked out last night and then scored a hat trick during the game?” kind of way
jack zimmermann in college was like, “i am insane 😔😶” and that made him feel an overwhelming sense of responsibility. He had to be so regimented, so strict with himself to keep anyone from knowing that his brain was doing the things it was doing to him. And so he studied and he didn’t come out of his room all that much and he practiced and went to class and practiced and he went on a couple dates and hung out with a couple friends, but on the whole, he kept it inside. Everyone knew who Jack Zimmermann was because no one else showed up to every single 8am American History lecture for an entire year without even thinking about skipping, no one has such a reliably consistent schedule. When people say he’s insane, it’s with a sense of reverence, he’s insanely disciplined, insanely dedicated, insanely strong. No more impulse, only actions that have been completely and utterly thought through.
jack zimmermann in the NHL is like “i am insane 🤷♂️😌” and that makes him play pranks in the locker room and pick bitty up and toss him over his shoulder for no reason, it makes him say, “have you ever thought about how i’d look with frosted tips?” half to see what George would say and half because he’s considering it. It makes him get a dog with more energy than he has. It makes him just say, “I’m getting grumpy, I’m gonna go home now, but this was a fun party,” without feeling bad about it. It makes him a little gentler with himself, it makes him fucking hilarious. It makes him go to therapy pretty regularly. It makes him text Tater at 2 in the morning to tell him that he just bought a “happy birthday” cake even though it’s nobody’s birthday so they can leave it in the player’s lounge to make everybody nervous and think they forgot someone’s birthday. jack zimmermann in the NHL is like, “i am insane, we knew that, let’s move on,” and good for him
for the love of god unmute
Muted it took me 6 seconds to figure out what was going on. Unmuted I had tears in my eyes 3 seconds in
