[original nhl chowder headcanon]
Yes this is perfect – I really love imaging how Chowder’s first few weeks went with the Sharks. Like, right now the Sharks are a very good team (and have been for a while) but let’s say that the reason they are recruiting directly from college is because they have been really struggling at the goalie position and coming so close to the Cup but then always falling short before the finals has had a toll on morale and to the players, it seems that bringing in such a n00b goalie is a sign that management is looking to shake it up. Or giving up on this team and planning to do a rebuild, get some younger players and try with a different group of guys.
So, essentially, when Chowder bursts into the Sharks locker room full of happiness and enthusiasm and without even the faintest attempt at being cool at all, this does not exactly help matters. This kid is young in every sense of the word (like, yes, he has his braces off by this point, but he is not ashamed to say he wore them up until 2 years ago and dear god he actually won’t stop talking) and bringing in young, untested guys means a rebuild year and people are not that happy.
Chowder does not seem to notice.
He just keeps babbling on about how excited he is to be here and how much he looks up to all these guys and “omg it has been so swawesome to watch you guys like i have grown up watching you and-!!!” (okay, we get it, you’re young, ugh).
So the first few days of practice, they don’t scrimmage, just do some conditioning stuff, practice a few passes. And Chowder is fine. He’s not a bad player and his conditioning seems good but still… a team isn’t going to get far without a really good goalie and this one… well, they just aren’t sure he has what it takes. No one says it aloud but there are shared glances and sighs and the vibe for the first few days is not exactly what it should be.
Then, then finally on Friday of that first week, they scrimmage. Full 5 on 5 with Chowder in one goal, second string goalie in the other (privately people have been saying he should be moved to the first string because at least he seems to take the game seriously and not act like a fan) and, sure, people notice that Chowder goes a bit quiet the minutes leading up to the game but they figure he is probably nervous and his mask covers most of his face so they can’t see him all that well and-
Well, and then they play and Chowder is the goalie.
And Chowder is… well, it’s not that the boys are going easy on him at the beginning but it wouldn’t exactly be good form to demolish your goalie’s self-esteem during your first scrimmage when it’s his rookie year so they aren’t whipping pucks at his head at a full 100%. They are being polite about it.
Until none of their polite shots go in. Not one.
And at this point, the other team has scored twice and, look, the boys playing against Chowder are not trying to lose against their teammates so they start trying harder. And then harder. And, nope, those shots are not being polite anymore. Not even a little bit.
And, still, none of them go in.
“this (insert some mixture of potato, cheese, and garlic) recipe is a perfect side dish!”
look let’s just be honest with each other up front, you know I’m gonna eat that shit entirely by itself in mass quantities as a meal. let’s not pretend like I’m some actual responsible adult who believes I need more than cheese, potatoes, and garlic to survive. this is the life I’ve chosen to live. now tell me how to double the recipe
legend has it if you say “i dont want children” three times in a mirror an old person will appear and tell you how you secretly do
That shit is wild to me though. ‘This doesn’t benefit me personally, so why should I pay taxes for it?’
The VA doesn’t benefit me, so fuck those 25 year olds with traumatic brain injuries. Medicare doesn’t help me out, so grandpa can get bent. I don’t watch Sesame Street, so PBS? Fuck em.Like, listen you putrid chuckleheads, we’re trying to have a fucking society here, and part of that is taking care of your fellow fucking human beings. Paying taxes for things you might not use is part of that. And if you view that as theft, you’re a dumb shit who can go live on your own in the tundra and see how well you do.
married lyfe w/ nursey & dex (shamelessly based on this post by @dereknursey)
(for @nurseydexweek day 5: future nurseydex)
cute nurseydex stuff that will make you want to vom bc they’re so fucking cute:
- ok im fully under the impression that these two would be so fucking extra when they finally get together. like. it took them so long to figure their shit out. when they finally get their shit together, it’s been building for months. years, even. they’d be all over each other
- at first, chowder is so happy for them. they tell him by texting him a picture of them doing that gross, couple-y, one of us is holding the phone way too far away and both our eyes are closed, kissing selfies that every couple seems to have on facebook. chowder screams. he has to resist making it his lockscreen. he’s so fucking happy. he grins every time he sees them acting couple-y
- this slowly turns into slight annoyance after he walks in on them making out for the fifth time in one week. also, they’re really loud. and the attic isn’t that far away and the walls of the haus are pretty thin, and between jack’s monthly visiting and his two best friends loudly going at it every fucking ten seconds, chowder is contemplating giving tango his dibs and moving back into the dorms for his senior year. at least him and farmer are considerate. c’mon guys.
They don’t tell the team right away. Not because they’re trying to hide anything, but because they figure it’s so obvious that they don’t need to.
Their friendship transitions so surprisingly easily into something more that it probably looks impossible from the outside. Strange, to say the least. Miraculous, maybe, but only if one really hadn’t been paying attention.
Dex now does homework with Nursey’s hand resting on the back of his neck, palm warm against the skin there and fingertips absently scratching up against the grain of Dex’s short hair and then softly back down.
Dex carries an extra beanie with him on cold days, and pulls it down over Nursey’s ears for him as they walk to class, despite Nursey’s token protests.
He forgets to eat breakfast on busy days, always has, but now finds black coffee and overpriced Annie’s banana nut muffins on his open textbook when he stops at his dorm room between his morning classes.
He smiles a little quicker, a little easier.
He still argues just as much as he ever did.
It’s… effortless. It’s good.
And okay, so maybe Dex has been waiting for the other shoe to drop this whole time–that’s just how his life tends to work–but he didn’t really expect said shoe to manifest in a stunned group silence at team breakfast in the wake of Nursey pressing a quick kiss to his temple as he sits down to join them.
It feels like the entire cafeteria freezes, even if it’s really just the chaos that is the Samwell Men’s Hockey Team during a mealtime suddenly stopping short in collective wonder.
Omg the NurseyDex NHL fics!!! Bless you they are perfect!!So when they come out would they change their names on their jerseys?
The Stanley Cup weighs 34.5 pounds.
The first time Dex lifted it, he would’ve told you it was weightless.
This time, five years later, he feels every ounce of that 34.5. This time, the cup is weighted down by the knowledge that this is the last time he’ll ever get it. The last time he’ll play in the NHL. The last celly he’ll have with his husband. It’s a good weight, he decides. He figures it’s probably as heavy as Claire was the first time he picked her up. It’s a good reminder of why they’re retiring, actually. They’d been talking about it from the beginning of the season, but the call that the adoption had finally, finally gone through in April had decided it. Going out on a win seemed like a fairy tale, but amazingly, impossibly, they pulled it out. When Dex hands the cup over to Nursey, they’re both crying.
By the time the parade rolls around, they’ve officially changed their names to Nurse-Poindexter – a little consistency that they’d both agreed would be good for Claire when they get her next week – Wednesday, to be exact. They’re both counting down the days. PR’s already got the press conference scheduled for Monday, and the media’s going crazy speculating that they’re retiring. It’s true, but Dex really doubts that will be the main focus of the media when they’re done.
“How long?”
It’s the million-dollar question, apparently. There’s no correct answer except forever.
“From the first time I saw him,” Nursey answers, and that seems about right.
Dex doesn’t think they could’ve planned this any better. Most of the media frenzy happens Tuesday, while they’re running around the house trying to be completely sure it’s ready for a four-year old with a penchant for getting into things she shouldn’t. Both of their families are there, holding their phones hostage and screening every call, just to be sure it’s not the adoption agency.
Nursey cries when Eichs brings over the present on behalf of the team. Three jerseys – 28, 24, and 2 – all under “Nurse-Poindexter.”
“Let me tell you, equipment had a hell of a time fitting all that on a toddler’s jersey,” Jack laughs.
Being back at KeyBank for the banner raising is heavy, and Dex can feel the waves of nerves coming off of Nursey. Claire can too, apparently, because she’s climbing all over him and tugging at his hair in what Dex can only imagine is an attempt to distract him.
Dex’s heart rate picks up when they start the roster. He holds his breath as he hears “Number 24, William Nurse-Poindexter.”
The crowd is cheering so loud Dex forgets to wave at the camera like he’s supposed to.
“Number 28, Derek Nurse-Poindexter.”
The roar gets even louder, and Dex thanks god for the headphones they put on Claire. Dex looks down to check on her, and has to laugh when he sees her pulling faces at the camera. He pulls her and Nursey both into a hug, and the noise reaches a crescendo. Eichs and the rest of the team are pounding their sticks on the ice, and Bylsma next to him is patting them both on the back.
@DNurse28: when your daughter asks for a @ChrisChowder jersey for Christmas because “Uncle Chris actually plays hockey, Daddy.” #wrekt
@WJPoindexter24: @DNurse28 #confirmed our daughter is a savage
@ChrisChowder: @WJPoindexter24 @DNurse28 WHY DIDN’T SHE ALREADY HAVE MY JERSEY I’M HER GODFATHER
This is the meme content I like to see
let me tell u something chefs love memes about how a kitchen works and this one caused my entire kitchen to riot and my head chef sent it to all the area chefs in the company
