#they really do just like melt
my fave thing at ths moment right now is that jack. nhl player. known for being p passionate in the rink in terms of being willing to throw himself onto the ice to block a puck. he’s big. he’s tall. he scared away a pack of wild and malicious football players with only his broad shoulders and a well-utilized fire extinguisher. this man. pure muscle. constant death glare. dresses like he’s gonna rob a burger king. probably busted a seam on one of his dress shirts cause his lats are too huge or something.
this same man baked w/ bitty in a white apron, smiling, flour on his face. this SAME man was gently embraced by bitty after losing a major game. THIS! SAME! MAN! gingerly, BARELY pressed his hand to bitty’s jaw and kissed him like he was cradling the last hope for humanity or something.
this man’s single arm probably weighs more than one (1) middle schooler, this man probably squats twice his bodyweight, and he skypes every night with his boyfriend to catch up on the family jam (jamily?) drama. the dichotomy. this is fucking poetry. im dying
