demheter:

im deadass just going to write a fic where kent parson quits hockey and moves to like a small fishing village in iceland or some shit where nobody knows him, he gets to heal his body and look at the beautiful scenery, and he spends his hockey fortune on fresh produce and fishing attire, stops drinking, learns to love himself and love life, separates himself from homophobic teammates and public who don’t care for him, and falls in love with a nice icelandic man who treats him right and cares for him deeply, whom he doesn’t have to hide from the public bc he’s not famous here and everyone loves him in their small fishing village