tsukimint

3am yaoi thoughts consumes me

[sidsrockingchair]

THEY DID THE WAVE 😭

[artisanjelly]

reminder for all hockey fans:

netflix is making a hockey show called "the sticks" that is based on a very real tragedy that occured in canada in 2018.

the show follows a minnesota high school team after their bus crashes and coming back to hockey afterwards.

in 2018, the humboldt broncos' (a junior A team made up of 18-22 year olds) bus was hit by a tractor trailer on a highway intersection. 16 people (10 players, 2 coaches, and 4 team staff members) were killed, along with 13 other players severely injured.

the memory of the humboldt broncos crash is an incredibly sensitive subject carrying a lot of trauma to both the survivors, their families, and deceased's families. the trajectory of hockey in canada was changed significantly after this tragedy.

despite this, netflix has decided to make a show using the death of young hockey players for profit. they did not consult the survivors, nor the deceased's families. they stole a canadian story for a feel-good cash grab.

i understand wanting to watch shows about hockey, but this is not the show to watch. do not give it attention, as the humboldt broncos' memories deserve to be theirs and theirs alone to share.

[accurateangel666]

Bedmint is very We Go Way Back by Noah Kahan coded

[b1ngl3zz]

hockey

[chrisfriel]

the digital attention economy 080626

[rpfofficial]

sometimes rpf is like "i think they were actually fucking for real but but i can't 'prove it' so i'm going to vividly imagine it and then write it" and sometimes it's like "i know they weren't fucking but i think it would be hot so i'm going to viviidly imagine it and then write it" and sometimes it's like "i think they very well could have been fucking and if they weren't then i think they probably wanted to but for various reasons never did so i'm going to implement that theory & tension it into a beautiful story where i create a world where they can be together and fuck nasty" and i think that's beautiful

[tankhall]

uuuu knowwwwww…. i’ve gotttttt….. mooooood swings that i got no control offffff……

[neverinadream]

I would sacrifice my first born child just to experience Fraser's voice first thing in the morning, I just know it would be the most toe curling orgasmic shit ever

[etheltempest]

[applejaymi]

perrempe redraw

[tankhall]

In 2018, I wrote down a passing thought in my cheap little leather-bound journal I was writing a collection of songs in that would go on to become Preacher’s Daughter. “If I finish this album the way it needs to be finished, it will change my life, and it will leave a hole in my heart for years that I won’t know how to fill.” I’ve always had a knack for eerily accurate self-premonition. Preacher’s Daughter certainly left a hole, and it certainly changed my life, but only on the outside. All the songs I wrote for it were about characters, a girl in a “faraway” place living her “faraway” life, albeit still parallel to mine, but wholly detached from me. Willoughby was doomed to be closer to home. I wrote Nettles and Waco the same week, the first week I spent in the Alabama house where I would finish Preacher’s Daughter after so many years of trying. The difference was I wrote them about me. There were no characters at first; it was just me. In fact, I wrote them in an attempt to hide from Ethel Cain for a moment. She eventually devoured those little ditties too, of course, as she always does. In hindsight, I’m glad I had to share them with her. I couldn’t have carried the full weight of them myself, I know that now. My premonitions were out in full force; over the course of the next few years, I’d script out my own life in the same morbid fashion I always have. Maybe it was a lesson in not training my eye downward as I’ve spent the majority of my life doing.

I had 3 weeks for the holidays between mixing and submitting Perverts and jumping back into the maw of taming an unfinished Willoughby Tucker. I spent the first three months of 2025 on probation, unable to go much of anywhere, awake only when the sun was down. I’d never mixed a record of that magnitude, which was daunting with deadlines immovable. I remember 9am on my 27th birthday rolling around after being awake for hours whittling away at mixes, announcing the album and entire tour before going back to mix an album that still wasn’t done. I’ve never cried so much finishing a record, and that was before it was even out. Combining your Saturn return, your first shot at true love, and the longest tour of your life is something I would never recommend to anyone. It was the death of both ego and everything around it. I couldn’t be more grateful. Never in my life have I been so turned inside out, so uprooted and unraveled. Looking back, I needed it more than anything.

Thank you to everyone who listened. Ethel Cain and Willoughby Tucker will always be my children, my burnt offerings, what I leave in the storm. Sometimes I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but I also fear it’s the only way. Ethel Cain, Willoughby Tucker, I really will always love you. I feel as though in this moment here, saying goodbye, you and I are closer than ever. I hope you can forgive me.

[tsukimint]

Happy 1 year of the album that changed my life.

[artisanjelly]

what if you said "best 98 out there" about your teammate to pester me just like old times. what if our jerseys were hung next to each other in the gym we train at. what if we go for hikes and hang out on the beach together. what if we hit each other multiple times in a game and you correct a reporter about what period i hit you in because you Remembered. what if i check in on you after a scrum and youre already waiting for me. what if you take me to a really nice restaurant in boston. what if you always smile after getting questions about me. what if i keep going to the rink despite getting shoulder surgery and watch you play.

[artisanjelly]

what if we played together at a fancy academy and you pestered me the whole time and it made me work harder. what if we went to the whl together and my favourite rink to play in was yours. what if i represented our country and used your number. what if i went to your draft and stayed with you. what if you got drafted to the toronto maple leafs from a pick that used to be the blackhawks. what if i got drafted to the chicago blackhawks then weeks later you magically acquire a blackhawks cap despite the fact youre a massive canucks fan and lived through the peak of the hawks/canucks rivalry. what if we lived together in toronto and i wasnt surprised when you made the team. what if you called me a special player. what if we still trained together every summer and you stared at me the whole time despite other drills going on around you. What Then

[kinasekinase]

This photo is circulating my Twitter feed again and I just love all of their indignant poses. Mama Sid with his crown prince Macklin and strongest prince so he doesn’t fall easily Minten. That’s my Canadian hockey team family.

[sassycurse]

one of the best feelings tbh

[etheltempest]

where is my arber xhekaj… i can’t see without my arber xhekaj

[tsukimint]

Fraser "I'll work hard so that I can deserve to stand next to you one day" Minten

X

Connor "I want to be more than just a generational hockey player to you" Bedard

[kosmogrl]