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[im-normal-about-everything]

Sick or injured Ponyboy head canons?

Do I have any head canons that involve Pony suffering? Of course I do anon!

he is sooooo clingy when he's sick, bro is a koala

he does try to hide when he's sick or injured though

before he goes to anyone for help, he just takes a ton of aspirin and hopes for the best

he doesn't get sick often, so when he does it's like the end of the world

Darry and Soda can just..tell when he's not feeling well. They can just tell by how he acts that smth is up

he'll be all sluggish and slurs his words like he's drunk

if he's sick in his sleep he just clings onto the person closest to him (usually Soda, sometimes Darry or Johnny)

If he gets hurt though, like jumped, he tries to keep that to himself

He thinks admitting that he needs help or that he even got hurt means he's weak

he's seen/helped darry and the gang patch up wounds enough after rumbles to know how to deal with his own injuries so sometimes he just fixes it himself

If it's really bad and he absolutely cannot do anything about his injury, he'll go to Johnny first

Johnny then convinces him to go to his brother's

Soda isn't the best with patching up wounds though so he goes to darry for getting fixed up and Soda is there for moral support

Pony also goes to Two-bit sometimes if he doesn't want to talk to Darry at that moment

i dont think he'd go to Dallas unless he HAD to, doesn't want Dally to see him weak/vulnerable

Wouldn't go to Steve even if his life depended on it lmfao

If he's dating someone (curly) and is hurt/sick, he prob wouldn't tell them until later when everything is better

If he gets injured in front of the gang or curly though they'd definitely do their best to get him help (he's the youngest, everyone loves him)

Pony has definitely like broken a bone or smth and just DIDN'T tell anyone until it was all healed (it wasn't healed properly and it made a weird noise when he moved but it didn't hurt so it was fine)

He'll be like "I broke my arm last month btw" and everyone will just kinda look at him

That was a lot lmao anyways thanks for the ask!!

[goldenseresinretriever]

Snitches Get Stitches: Chapter 13

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: Jake Seresin, golden boy of the NHL and Captain of the Dallas Stars makes headlines when he unexpectedly signs with newly-formed San Diego Dogfighters. When your future seems at the verge of crashing down, you receive the opportunity of a lifetime to become the team physician for the Dogfighters. You never expected to be working directly with your favorite hockey player. Jake has a secret and you have a job to do. Will he be able to trust you enough to help and will you be able to trust him with your heart?

Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, violence, sports violence, medical stuff, blood probably, angst, fluff, (eventual) smut, forbidden romance, sexual harassment, suggestive language, medical inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies etc. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: This is a repost of my completed series, Snitches Get Stitches. It was originally posted in October-November 2023, and was lost when my blog was deleted.

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Your lips are red and irritated from how much you’ve been biting them. You’re bundled in one of Jake’s sweatshirts since you’re off duty tonight and curled up by the glass as you watch the boys during morning skate. Your eyes are glued to Jake, watching and analyzing every movement for any sign of pain or discomfort, but he looks alright.

“You’re going to chew through your lip if you keep that up.” You look up as Zam sits down next to you. She’s wearing the baby pink suit she’d been wearing the day you met, but her expression is grim. Her eyes follow you over to Jake and the other guys.

“Everything okay?” You ask and she gives a tired laugh.

“As okay as it always is. It’s the first preseason game, and sure there’s going to be press, less than there will be for the season opener but it’s our first game as a team. Everyone wants to see the team in action and get their opinions out there. Jake’s situation is just the cherry on top of my stress.” You give her a sympathetic look before looping one of your arms through hers, leaning your head on her shoulder, giving her arm a squeeze.

“I’m sure you’re going to do amazing. You’re the most capable person on this team, and that’s not an exaggeration.” She snorts, leaning her head against yours.

“Damn right, I am.” And the two of you share a laugh as you feel some of the weight lift off of your anxious heart. You look back up to see Jake watching the two of you, a soft smile on his face and he waves when he sees you notice him. You wave back, blowing him a kiss and he feigns catching it. The team knows you’re together, a choice that Jake was adamant about despite the obvious risks of someone running their mouth to the press. As for a public statement, Cyclone had been firmly against it, considering that it's probably the last thing that the media wants to hear about Jake right now next to the details of his injury.

Zam sits with you a bit longer, watching the boys skate before she takes her leave, back to work arranging the post-game press interviews. Cyclone had turned down requests for player interviews during the game itself stating that he needed his team completely focused on the match. He was most likely also doing his best to keep Jake from saying anything unsavory to the press before he could be there to nip it in the bud personally.

Practice stops for a break and Jake skates up to the glass where you’re sitting, pressing one massive glove to the surface and you stand up, pressing your own against it as he smiles at you. He’s in a good mood this morning all things considered but it makes sense. At his core Jake loves hockey you’re sure there’s a part of him that’s bouncing off the walls at being back on the ice, prepping for a game. You head out of the arena as Jake swings himself over the boards, heading back around to the staff entrance to meet him near the locker room. He’s even taller on his skates and you don’t reach as high when you give him a hug. He squeezes back before pulling back to pull off his gloves so he can take your hand in his, the skin-on-skin contact soothing your raw nerves. You follow him as he leads you to the locker room and asks you to wait outside. He comes back, sans helmet and gloves and holding a familiar-looking bundle of fabric in his hand.

“This is for you, Bunny, for tonight.” He hands you the bundle and you unfold the jersey carefully, holding it out so you can see it better. It's in your size instead of his, but his name and number are still emblazoned on the back.

“Jake,” you give him a rueful smile. “You know I can’t wear this tonight. There’ll be press everywhere and Cyclone will go ballistic-“

He shakes his head, cutting you off. “Fuck Cyclone, you’re my girl and you should be allowed to wear my jersey. I want you to wear my jersey.” Your heart aches at the words and you nod, clutching the fabric to your chest.

“I’ll be proud to wear it.” You fold it back up before giving Jake another hug. “I’ve always been proud to wear your number, and I always will be.” He pulls you closer and you take a moment to just soak him in until Javy’s voice calling Jake back up the tunnel breaks the silence. “I love you, Jake” you whisper, reaching up to stroke his cheek, gently. “Be safe tonight, but most of all have fun out there.” Jake returns your soft smile as he kisses your palm and then your nose and lips.

“I love you too, Bunny. I’ll play for both of us tonight. We’re a team, remember?” Your smile widens and you nod at him, hoping your eyes convey all the love that your lips can’t convey as he heads back up the tunnel.

***

You make your way down the tunnel. You’re off duty tonight but that doesn’t stop you from flashing your employee ID and heading back to see the team. You’ve got Jake’s hoodie over his jersey for the time being. The boys are already on the ice, warming up and Zam gives you a wave as you make your way up. The cameras and crowd are all focused on the rink so you stand next to Zam as she watches the boys warming up. Maverick and Dare are standing behind the bench, chatting with Dr. Bates. Cyclone and Iceman are sitting next to each other, both intently watching the ice. Iceman notices you and gives you a wave. You wave back, wondering how much he knows about what’s going on. Then he beckons you over to where he’s sitting and you give Zam a look before climbing over the bench to sit next to Iceman.

“Even if you’re off duty tonight, no need to miss out on a good seat.” He says as you get comfortable. You’re torn between keeping on Jake’s hoodie since Cyclone is just on the other side of Ice but then Jake’s words from earlier come back to you. “You’re my girl and you should be able to wear my jersey.” With that thought, you shrug off Jake’s sweatshirt, smoothing it over your lap, sitting a little straighter as you meet Jake’s eyes across the ice. Even from where you’re sitting you can see the grin spread across his face and he raises a fist in your direction that you mirror, no longer afraid of who sees. “Congratulations,” Ice says with a fond smile in your direction. You feel your cheeks warm and his eyes on the back of your jersey.

“Thank you,” You murmur, keeping your eyes on Jake as your fingers play with the fabric of the sweatshirt on your lap. You feel like you can feel every eye in the stadium on you, but you know that's just your mind playing tricks on you. You’re in the staff section, not sitting with the other wives and girlfriends where you’d originally planned on sitting. Zam flashes you a smile as she climbs up and settles in next to you. The game’s about to start and you can tell the audience is buzzing. Even though the Dogfighters are brand new, the stands are packed but your eyes fall on plenty of Predators fans who have taken advantage of the lack of die-hard fans. Your parents are somewhere among them. Originally, they’d planned to come down for the season opener but had changed their minds last minute. The chance to see two of their children at once didn’t come often, so while they were here, you hadn’t been able to score them family-and-friends tickets so they’re somewhere you can’t see. The boys start skating back towards the bench, swinging over the boards so the pre-game ceremony can begin. Jake shoots you a grin and a fistbump that you return as the lights in the area dim.

You’re distracted with nerves as the pre-show begins. You hear the electric guitar riff begin as a projection of snow-covered ice plays over the rink, and a dozen paw prints pierce the surface before a huge invisible slaw slashes the Dogfighter’s logo across the projected ice. Images of the players are up on the jumbotron, spliced with clips from practice and you have to hand it to the media team. There’s no way to tell that Jake has been absent from a majority of practices. The audience remains none-the-wiser as they cheer for the Dogfighters. Then it’s time for the boys to get on the ice and the cheers are deafening as Jake’s called up first, his megawatt grin blinding on the jumbotron as he skates onto the ice. The rest of the team joins him one by one until all twenty players are on the ice. The show ends and you watch all but the six starters skate back over to the bench as Nashville’s six starters take their positions.

Jake is starting with the rest of the first line. As the team’s centre, he’ll handle the faceoff. Flanking him are the wingers, Reuben to his left and Mickey to his right. Behind them are Bradley on the left and Javy on the right. Bob’s in the net tonight. You recognize most of the boys on the Predators starting line, but your brother’s still on the bench. You feel a twinge of pride that Jake’s made the first line of the Dogfighters but on paper, between him and Tucker, Jake’s easily the better player. The whistle blows and they're off. Jake gets control of the puck easily, and the Dogfighters move toward the Predators’s net. Even knowing his knee isn’t in peak condition, it’s hard to tell with how well he’s moving tonight and you find yourself getting caught up in watching him the way you always have. You've seen him play in person before but never this close up. When he vaults over the boards for a line change, he meets your eyes with his and you’ve never seen him look so alive. Your eyes ask about his leg and he gives you a look that tells you he’s fine and you let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding. However, you know enough about hockey to not let your guard down entirely.

***

The first period ends without incident. The Dogfighters are up 2 to 0. Jake scored one of the two goals, and spirits were high in the locker room during intermission. Now, it’s halfway through the second period and the Predators have tied things up at 2-2. Tensions are high on the bench and you can tell Cyclone is actively fighting to stay calm and let Maverick and Dare do their jobs. Maverick still doesn’t look too worried but Dare’s face is a mask of stone. Unlike Maverick, this isn’t her first rodeo and while she’s been doing her best to let Maverick make most of the calls, he seems more than happy to hand her the reigns and you can tell that he’s lightly overwhelmed. Penalties have been handed out here and there throughout the game so far. Bradley took the first one of the night for roughing with one of the Nashville defencemen. Zam’s lips had been pressed tightly in a line when he placed the hit. You couldn’t blame her. Bradley Bradshaw isn’t exactly known for rough play. He took more of an enforcer role with the Flyers, more likely to fight back and deter violent altercations than outright provoking opponents and attacking them. Mickey took a penalty for hooking at the beginning of the period in response to Reuben getting tripped by a Predators player at the end of the first period that went uncalled by the ref. You can tell the two defencemen are fiercely protective of each other.

Since then, the Predators have been picking more fights, and you’re on the edge of your seat, eyes glued to Jake when he’s on the ice.

When the hit happens, you feel time slow. One of Nashville’s wingers hooks Jake with his stick and Jake loses his balance, falling onto his bad knee as one of their defencemen checks him into the boards. You watch Jake crumple and you’re moving without realizing. You hear people yelling after you but your body is moving entirely on its own as you vault the boards, feet slipping as you attempt to sprint across the ice to Jake. You’re screaming yourself but you’re not sure if there are words involved, at least any intelligible ones. You almost make it to Jake before a pair of arms wrap around your waist and you’re kicking and screaming as the person holding you tries to pull you away from Jake. Javy and Jake’s voices are calling for you to calm down and amidst your thrashing, you see the number 23 on the white helmet and now you’re actively clawing at your restrainer. “Tucker get your fucking hands off me! Let me go!” You wriggle and kick at your older brother’s knees until he lets you go and you almost collapse on the ice, your feet slipping as you fall to your knees beside where Javy’s crouching by Jake. Play has long since stopped since you literally ran onto the ice in the middle of the game. “Jake, are you okay?” Your eyes are wide and frantic, immediately moving to inspect his leg. “Can you move your knee?”

“Bunny,” his voice cuts through the blur of voices around you and you look up to see his green eyes filled with concern and shock that you’re here. “Sweetheart, you can’t be here.”

“I’m a physician, I think I’m allowed.” You say, your voice trembling as the reality of what you’ve just done hits you.

“Sweetheart?!” Tucker’s shocked voice behind you registers and you turn, fixing him with a firm glare.

“Tuck? Do everyone a favor and shut the fuck up.” His eyebrows go straight up as you turn back to Jake. You and Tucker are close, closer than you are with your eldest brother, Charlie. You should probably give him a call after this because you’re probably going to need a world of legal counsel after tonight is over. “I said can you move your knee, Jake?” He nods and you press gently at his knee over his pants. “Any pain?” You ask as the voices behind you get louder and then there’s another pair of arms wrapping around your forearm and you turn to see the ref scowling at you and you sigh, scowling back. “I’m in the middle of tending to my patient if you don’t mind.” You hear Jake suck in a sharp breath at your clipped tone.

“You can tend to your patient when he’s back on the bench. Come on now, young lady, let’s get you off the ice.”

Jake speaks up then, as Javy and Mickey help him to his feet. “That’s doctor, to you.” His voice is firm and leaves little room for argument and the ref shoots him a look before turning back to you.

“Alright then Doctor, let’s get you out of here.” He helps you up and you attempt to follow after him but since you’re in your sneakers and the adrenaline that propelled you across the ice before is now nonexistent, you slip and almost face-plant on the rink before a pair of arms scoops you up. Tucker gives you a grim smile as he carries you back over to the Dogfighter’s bench, depositing you safely on the other side of the boards. You turn back to return his smile in silent thanks as Javy, Jake, and Mickey make it to the boards as well and help Jake through the tiny door to the end of the bench where Dr. Bates is waiting. You start toward him until Cyclone steps in front of you, his face is one of barely-concealed fury. He grabs your arm roughly and you wince at the strength and force of his grip as he starts to drag you towards the tunnel. His body shields yours from Jake’s eye line, but Tucker clocks your reaction from where he’s lingering on the other side of the boards and his eyes harden.

“Hey!” he yells. “Get your hands off my sister!” Heads immediately turn your way and then Jake’s up and in your line of sight, his face a mask of fury as he steps between you and Cyclone and shoves him against the edge of the tunnel, hard. Cyclone’s hand releases your arm amidst the confusion and you step back, letting Jake’s body shield you from him.

“Get your hands off my girl, or I swear to god I’m going to cause more than just a scene.” Jake’s voice is cold, calculated, and void of emotion even as he growls the threat in Cyclone’s face. It’s low enough that you still catch the words but you know the audience pressed up against the glass next to you probably can’t. Maverick and Dare are on Jake then, pushing you back farther down the tunnel, out of sight as they pull Jake off Cyclone, his green eyes icy as he steps away easily, turning to look at you as you creep back towards the locker room and he gives you an encouraging nod as you turn and disappear.

***

The game ends up continuing after a lengthy intermission during which the ice is cleaned and Zam and Ice have a lengthy discussion with the referees and the Predators’s leadership. Jake sits out the rest of the game, spending the rest of the second period on the bench until Dr. Bates escorts him down the tunnel to give him a more thorough check-up in the examination room where you’re waiting with shaking hands. You’ve been keeping up with the game via a livestream on your phone and the Dogfighters are up 3-2.

When Jake and Dr. Bates come in you stand from where you’ve been hunched over a stool. He asks you to grab some of his equipment from his office but you reveal that you’ve already prepped everything he needs to examine Jake and you move to assist him. He makes no effort to deter you from helping. You keep your eyes on Jake’s knee as he answers Dr. Bates’s questions and watch him for any physical responses that might contradict his verbal ones. Everything seems to match, however, both you and Dr. Bates recommend Jake stay on the bench for the rest of the game just in case. Now that you know that Jake is really, truly fine, you let out the breath you’ve been holding since he first got hit and Dr. Bates stands from where he’s been seated, examining Jake’s leg, turning to you. “I’ll give the two of you a moment, but Jake needs to be back in the arena in five.” You give him a thankful look as you nod. Once he’s gone you finally look at Jake, and the tears you see in his eyes nearly bring you to your knees. You throw yourself into the safety of his arms and he pulls you close.

“I’m so sorry, Jake. I know I shouldn’t have done that, I didn’t even realize I had until it was too late.” You’re crying now and you feel your whole body shaking as Jake just shakes his head where it’s buried in your hair.

“Nothing to apologize for, Bunny. You just scared me, is all.” He presses a kiss against your hair, gently. “My brave girl, so fucking fearless.” You let out a watery giggle at that and Jake pulls away from you gently to wipe away your tears with his big, smelly gloves. You wrinkle your nose at the smell as he laughs and pulls them off and you keen at the warmth of his bare palms against your cheek as he holds your face in his hands. He presses a kiss to your nose before you wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your hands in the sweaty hair at the back of his neck and hauling his mouth against yours. The kiss is slow and sensual but full of all the desperation that the two of you are feeling. “I love you so much, Bunny.” He whispers against your lips and you echo the sentiment before pulling away from him. You know everything changes once this game ends and you’re terrified to see what the future will bring but whatever it is, you know you’ll face it together. You help Jake to his feet and walk him back to the locker room where the rest of the team is heading back up the tunnel.

Maverick and Dare come out last and Maverick follows the boys but Dare hangs back, coming up to you. The two of you have traded a few words here and there but she’s never really spoken to you one-on-one. She gives you a tired smile that you mirror tentatively before she speaks. “What you did today was really brave. Being with someone like Jake isn’t going to be easy and you’re going to have to fight your way forward at every step, but it looks like you’re a fighter and that’s a good thing.” You smile wider at that, thanking her. She sighs and you see a faraway look in her eyes as she remarks. “I should have fought harder. Sometimes I wonder what my life would look like if I did.” Your heart aches at that.

“Did you miss him, when he was gone?” You can't help the question that leaves your lips and Dare turns to you, surprised. You give her an embarrassed shrug.

“Mav told us when he had Jake and I over at his house for dinner.” You see an indecipherable emotion pass over her face before she schools her face back into a polite smile.

“I do.” She says before she reaches over to give your shoulder a squeeze, heading back up the tunnel and leaving you behind her.

***

You spend the rest of the game in your office, watching the live stream at your desk and fighting every impulse to start packing up the small space. You promised Jake that you would fight together and Dare had just told you to be prepared to do the same, and despite your strong intentions to do just that, there’s a small part of your brain that tells you to prepare for the worst. The game ends with a score of 4-2 in the Dogfighters’s favor. You wish you could be out there celebrating with the team as you watch the cameras pan to the boys jumping all over each other in excitement. You hear them noisily making their way back to the locker room and yet you force yourself to stay in your office even after you hear them exit just as noisily. You’re forcing yourself to work on some paperwork to kill time when a familiar voice comes from your phone. You’d forgotten to turn off the live stream once the game ended and now Jake’s on the screen, giving what seems to be a post-game interview.

“When I came to San Diego, I was in a pretty dark place. I was suffering from an MCL tear that had been untreated since the playoffs back in June. I’d put my trust in the wrong people and gotten hurt and I wasn’t ready to trust a brand new team quite yet, I just knew I needed to leave Dallas and San Diego seemed like the best bet. What I didn’t know was that my life was about to change for the better. Throughout my career, I’ve worked with a lot of physicians but none of them cared about their patients the way Bugs does. I mean, you all saw her tonight. She wasn’t even working tonight but she literally ran onto the ice because she was worried about my knee. I haven’t given her the easiest time. When we first met I was stubborn and probably gave her a lot of trouble that she didn’t need or deserve but she kept pushing, trying to get me to trust her so that she could help me because that’s just the kind of doctor that she is. She’s brilliant and talented and so dedicated to her patients that I was stupid enough to fall head over heels in love with her.” Your breath catches. “And, you see, she could tell, because she’s that smart, and she told me it would just get both of us in a world of trouble and she could even lose her job, so I tried. I really tried not to, but when you meet the love of your life, I don’t think you get much of a say in whether or not you fall for them. And then I got so, so lucky because she fell in love with me too.” The tears you’ve been holding back all night are falling now, making silent tracks down your face as you listen to Jake’s words and let them wash over you. “But obviously I didn’t want her to get into any trouble so we went to our PR rep because I’d never ask Bugs to choose me over her career. So we hired Dr. Bates and he’s been taking good care of me since and I’ve been lucky enough to be loved by someone as exquisite and talented as Bugs. I’m so proud of her and I love her so much. It’s such a privilege to be her partner and teammate.” You sob as Jake finishes his speech and when he looks right into the camera you know he’s looking at you.

For once you feel as fearless as Jake seems to think you are and you drop your phone on your desk, forgotten, as you sprint for the door because you need to get to him. You race down the hall to the area where you know the post-game interviews are being held and Jake’s smiling at the cameras as they flash. A few other players are standing around in their suits but the cameras and attention are all on Jake. You pause as you reach the edge of the crowd but Jake’s eyes find you easily and you watch his face brighten into a huge grin as he holds out his arms and then you’re pushing through the crowd to get to him, hurling yourself into his warm embrace as he holds you close, the back of his jersey facing the cameras and declaring to the world that you’re Jake’s girl.

“Hey, sweet girl.” He whispers into your hair.

“I love you, Jake, I love you so much.” You whisper back and you don’t care if the microphones pick it up because you’d shout it from the rooftops if given the chance. You love Jake and he loves you, there’s nothing else in the world that matters. You hear the interviewer in the background introducing you to the world as Jake Seresin’s girlfriend and your heart aches with joy as you turn in his arms, head held high, ready to face the world.

[bainofjustice]

Kitty's Notes On Episode 2 Of The Payday Web Series

It is really funny to me that they made a “previously on” part for a web show and to recap a episode that clocks in at 6 minutes 

It's funny that Dallas & Houston have time for a very small argument. Also helps set up the insane amount of tension the web show portrays them having

The editing/camrea is so choppy like this isn't a review but omg I had to write that down

Okay it looks like Wolf keeps zip ties on his belt, makes sense both for the game stuff of tying up civis and also is probably helpful for his mechines

Chains and Houston demask INSIDE A FUCKING VAULT post running out of ammo and while they do tell the civis present to not look this is just such a bad idea especially because the vault is basically surrounded by cops 

But also the bromance between Houston & Chains is real, like they're in a bad situation and they plan it out

Also it seems like Dallas and Wolf are the main movers of goods within this heist, I'm not sure they're the best picks but with the limits the gang had at the time I suppose they aren't the worst, it just feels like in general the plan doesn't cater to the real talents of the gang. Which tbh is probably because the web show is meant to be a ad, so they wanted more action which required mostly gun fights and they didn't do fight scenes in a intelligental way 

Also I just realized for some reason Chains is using a damn hand gun meanwhile it's Houston with a assault rifle, which really doesn't seem catered to their skills

I just remembered a little later after writing the above that Chains mentioned being out of ammo for his own assault rifle so not as bad as I thought, still wonder why they didn't switch at any point, like it worked out but yeah

One thing I do like about the action scenes is that the gang uses more than juet guns and use melee attacks as well

Houston is able to flat out flip a guy over and steal his gun, I feel pretty confident in saying Houston has probably taken some hand to hand combat lessons.

Also it appears that both Dallas and Wolf are using assault rifles which makes sense given their roles in the heist.

WE GOT A WILHELM SCREAM!!!

In better lighting it seems Wolf actually has a shotgun which is even better for him actually 

We see the escape driver when Dallas and Wolf are ambushed at the escape van, he appears to be at most middle age, white, brown hair, slightly fatter build and wears a black hoodie with a band or event tee-shirt under the hoodie, grabbing a pic to see if I can locate the shirt later.

We see several of Vlad's men during the ambush including who we later learn seems to be his right hand / personal bodyguard

Vlad's intro is so funny to me, like he holds the gang at gunpoint and stalls their escape and this actually manages to end with him getting the gang to work with him, like I am sure that Bain or Vlad carefully planned this part but it could have easily gone wrong if for example Wolf shoot someone without thinking it through, or if a officer managed to follow them to the van, especially since everyone unmasks!

Houston Vc: Do you know these guys?.    Dallas, who is being held at gunpoint vc: does it look like I know these guys?

1. Vlad decides to shout “Bain” while explaining he is a ally, 2. He calls Bain in this instance “Mr Bain” which I find to be a fun detail of characterization and also to how at the time the only people sorta comfortable enough around Bain to be confident when saying his name and such is the core members of the Payday gan

Ah and then Dallas has to go back uncover which requires faking a injury, which he lets Houston do the honors of punching him, only adding to the family feud they seem to have in the web series. Also this one punch is enough to knock Dallas to the ground.

Also funnily Dallas or should I say, “Nathen Steele” is the one to call in the first world bank heist

Bain vapes! We see him vape, we also hear him in game talk about smoking cigars, so either he does both or in my opinion more likely he lies about the details of his smoking habits even to the gang.

We can see that Bain wears a leather jacket with a design on the back & front when in his lair, the design most looks like fire to me but it's very dark, I would love to someday see some behind the scenes footage or something with the costume.

[arieshasbrainrot57]

saw these floating around, inspired by this post (https://www.tumblr.com/kammieceleek/684194629204279296/send-me-a-ship-and-ill-tell-you) and I wanted to do it with Jally bc I have neglected posting about them for way too long and i always have headcanons floating around my brain

who is more likely to hurt the other?

probably Dally. he has a habit of talking before he thinks, especially when he's mad, and he can be cutting when he's in a bad mood.

who is emotionally stronger?

Johnny. He can take a lot before he finally breaks down.

who is physically stronger?

it's an even tie, with Dallas only winning by a little.

who is more likely to break a bone? 

Dallas. he already has a handful of times, both before and after he met Johnny, including breaking two fingers (at seperate times), his nose, a handful of ribs and his foot once.

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

Johnny. He's quiet at times, but he's observant, not to mention he's the kind of person most of his friends feel comfortable enough around to tell him about their problems or insecurities. He pays attention to things that other people usually assume he wouldn't notice, which gives him plenty of room to say just the right thing to sting.

who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? 

Johnny. Mostly out of anxiety coming from his parents' arguments. He doesn't like the idea of someone, especially someone he loves, being angry with him and he hates the stiff silence after an argument. He usually apologises as quickly as he can to shut things down before they can turn out like his parents.

who treats who’s wounds more often?

It's an even mix. Both of them are usually sporting injuries on any given day, either from fights with their parents or fights with other people around town, so they both end up having to play nurse for the other.

who is in constant need of comfort? 

Johnny. He has a lot of relationship anxiety after watching his parents implode on each other for years, so he has a hard time feeling secure in his interactions with Dallas.

who gets more jealous? 

Dallas. He tends to keep it to himself, to avoid coming off as too aggressive. He doesn't want to scare Johnny off or anything like that, but more often then not his jealousy bleeds through his denial anyway.

who’s most likely to walk out on the other?  probably Dallas. He’s been just bouncing around, doing whatever he wants for so long now that he’s not used to sticking things out.

who will propose? 

They feel like the type of couple to both be meaning to propose for ages but be too scared to bite the bullet just yet and then end up accidentally popping the question at the same time.

who has the most difficult parents?

Johnny, since we don’t know much about either of Dallas’ parents.

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

lol it’s the 60s so neither of them, but if we pretend for a second that’s it’s not then Dallas. Johnny would be too worried about pushing and making him uncomfortable when he’s not ready to make the first move in that regard.

who comes up for the other all the time?  I don’t really know what come up for means so idk lol

who hogs the blankets? 

Dallas. He tosses and turns like crazy in his sleep, so he usually ends up dragging the blanket with him.

who gets more sad? 

Johnny, since Dallas represses it as much as he can, whenever he can.

who is better at cheering the other up? 

Johnny. He’s one of those people who’s just very reassuring to be around when you’re having a hard time.

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

Dallas. Johnny could say the stupidest, corniest pun or joke and Dally would still snort and slap his shoulder.

who is more streetwise?

Dallas, but Johnny’s not far behind him. He’s only got him beat bc of all the time he spent in New York.

who is more wise?

Johnny. He’s a lot more emotionally mature, among other things.

who’s the shyest? 

Johnny. He can shut down or not talk much when around new people or just a lot of people, most likely due to his issues with his parents. He doesn’t want to say the wrong thing and set anybody off.

who boasts about the other more? 

Surprisingly Dallas. Tim’s probably considered strangling him just so he’d stop rambling about Johnny’s eyes or how nice he is despite everything that’s happened any time he gets alcohol in his system. He can’t help it, he’s still in shock that someone like Johnny would be interested in him that way.

who sits on who’s lap?  Dallas, since they’d probably only do smth like that in a private setting, considering the time period lol

[some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too]

hi love can u do a hc ig 😭? Of the outsiders reacting to you getting @bused at home? And howd they react n what they try to do for you? It’s okay if u don’t do it love

The outsiders x @bu$ed S/O

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A/N: i can of course! I got a little stumped with this one but i hope it’s alright! i did assume that it was the parents that abused the reader. (ignore the baymax gif it’s the best i could do)

Darry

i think he’d do his best to help you, but i don’t think he’d confront your parents.

he’d offer you the sofa in the Curtis’ house whenever he can

if it was physical and you had injuries Dar would definitely help patch you up

Ponyboy

Pony really wouldn’t know what to do since he’s so young.

He would comfort you and most likely kick sodapop out of bed so you had somewhere to sleep if you had to get out of your house

He would tell Darry about it, even though he knows there’s not really anything he can do about it.

Sodapop

I feel like since Soda is more upbeat and energetic he’d try to distract you from it rather than comfort you. that’s just his way of doing things.

He would be like soda in the sense that he would kick ponyboy out of bed if you needed somewhere to sleep.

I imagine that he confronted your parents at some point about it and came back with a broken nose, he was just so angry at them

Dallas

I feel like he’s kinda like Soda in the sense that he probably tried to confront your parents at some point and ended up with an injury of some sorts

It kills him that he can’t do anything other than be there for you. He can’t bare to see you hurt or upset. but after that one attempted confrontation he knows there’s nothing he can do.

He probably tries to get your mind off everything best he can and he also patches up any injuries you have cause i personally HC that he’s crazy good at first aid.

Two-Bit

He isn’t great at the whole “comfort” stuff since he’s one of those guys that forgot how to cry at a young age. He more so tries to ignore it and just keep things lighthearted

He always keeps an eye out for you and his mom definitely lets you crash at their place when you need to.

I HC the same thing for him as i do for Dallas, that he’s crazy good at first aid. i mean they both get into fights a lot so it makes sense.

Steve

Oh my dear Steve, he can’t control his temper no matter how many times he gets hurt. it’s like a fuckin episode of Tom and Jerry or something with him. He walks up to your door, starts yelling, and walks away with another bloody nose or black eye

I HC (and think it’s somewhat canon) that his dad is abusive so he can understand what you’re going through more than the others. He probably knows all the tricks to patch up wounds or at least help them heal.

He will teach you self defence 100% so you can protect yourself. if you’re a greaser you most likely can protect yourself already but he just wants to make sure you can.

Johnny

Same as Steve, his parents are abusive so he can really understand what you’re going through.

He doesn’t really have a home to let you stay at but he will be happy to let you stay in the lot with him. (he’ll also introduce you to all the local stray cats and dogs)

Let’s be honest he’s definitely suggested running away a few times and only stays because you don’t want to.

[beardedmrbean]

A Texas doctor who was dubbed a "medical terrorist," was found guilty of injecting heart-stopping poison into IVs at his former medical clinic in North Dallas.

FOX 4 in Dallas reported that a 12-person jury found Dr. Raynaldo Ortiz guilty on all 10 counts after nearly seven hours of deliberation.

When the verdict was read, Ortiz was reportedly wearing a mask and showed no emotion.

As a result of Ortiz’s action, several patients suffered cardiac emergencies and Dr. Melanie Kaspar died after using one of the IV bags, prosecutors said.

TEXAS DOCTOR ACCUSED OF POISONING PATIENTS BEGS FOR BAIL, GIVES NEW DETAILS ABOUT DOG SHOOTING

Federal prosecutors said the anesthesiologist committed the shocking crimes at Baylor Scott and White Surgicare North Dallas in retaliation for a medical misconduct probe. 

A criminal complaint accused Ortiz of injecting nerve blocking and bronchodilation drugs into patient IV bags.

Surveillance video showed the doctor placing an IV bag in a stainless steel warmer outside an operating room on Aug. 19, 2022. Minutes later, another staffer took the bag, and a patient soon after reportedly suffered a heart attack. 

DALLAS DOCTOR DUBBED ‘MEDICAL TERRORIST’ AFTER CAUGHT TAMPERING WITH IV BAGS

Ortiz’s colleague, beloved anesthesiologist Melanie Kaspar, took a contaminated IV bag home on June 21 to rehydrate due to an illness. Almost immediately after inserting the IV into her vein, she suffered a serious cardiac event and died. An autopsy showed she was fatally poisoned by bupivacaine — a numbing agent that the Justice Department said "is rarely abused" but used to alleviate pain during surgery.

"There’s no closure. My best friend is gone," John Kaspar, Dr. Melanie Kaspar’s widower reportedly said shortly after the verdict. "I don’t think he ever looked me in the eye… It’s almost like you have so many emotions you can’t sift them out. You get flooded."

The station reported that the witnesses called to the stand during the trial included the anesthesiologist who discovered the bags were tainted, John Kaspar, and a teen who suffered cardiac arrest during nose surgery.

The incidents first began two days after Oritz was notified of a disciplinary inquiry against him over his handling of a medical emergency. Other doctors noted he complained the center was trying to "crucify" him.

FOX 4 reported that there were 13 patients between May and August 2022 who experienced similar cardiac emergencies, though prosecutors only charged the doctor with causing bodily injury to four of the patients in August.

A judge had ordered Ortiz be held before trial after prosecutors argued that he was a danger to the community by citing, in part, a 2015 incident in which he shot his neighbor's dog in retaliation for the woman helping his then-girlfriend obtain a restraining order against him after a domestic violence incident.

Ortiz was convicted of four counts of tampering with consumer products resulting in serious bodily injury, one count of tampering with a consumer product and five counts of intentional adulteration of a drug, prosecutors said.

Ortiz is expected to be sentenced in two to three months. He faces up to life in prison.

[lovinggreeniehours]

2, 5, and 9 for the self insert ask? :D (@snowpuffclovers)

2. when in canon does your self insert come in? do you have a scene in mind for your entrance?

hmmm for tua s/i, i have destroyed canon so i can't say with certainty anymore jgddgjhfsfh. he would appeared in either the first episode or the second episode. in the same way five arrived, but in a different location (yay time travel wonkiness 😭) i think, for them, it makes sense for it to be first episode because they already had a rendezvous point planned if they got separated during the time jump, which i have to implement in my rewrite

originally, i believe his opening scene was him going to the rendezvous point. it would've been a weird cut-off from the main family plot to this seemingly random 14 year old kid trudging through the city. then as the scene went on, it became more and more apparent that he's being followed and watched by multiple people. by the end of the episode, he'd have reached the aforementioned rendezvous point and would have managed to hide from the people following him. for now. he and five didn't reunite until second episode though (which i personally find a little bonkers. no fucking way they're waiting 24 hours to see each other excuse me past self jgdfjhgsgh)

this in mind, i find arifive pretty funky because most is their story happened before the plot even began. so right from the get-go they have an established dynamic that's really different than most of the other relationships in the show, and that's why they kind of stand out. also the sibling drama of them finding out this dickhead got married before them is still funny to me

5. does your self insert have any special powers or abilities?

this doesn't get any less complicated no matter how many times i attempt to explain 😭 but i will stick with it. and hope that it makes sense

so in-universe, there are multiple different timelines. ari's powers make him connected to all his different selves from those different timelines. this mostly manifests in his regeneration. any injury of his heals within minutes, and he doesn't stay "dead" for very long because, since he's connected to all his other lives, he can never really be dead in a sense

another silly way it affects him is through his dreams! he technically only has one consciousness. so when he goes to sleep, the aforementioned consciousness moves to another self that wakes up. this is the main really complicated part so i hope it was explained okay

9. who are your self insert’s closest friends?

this is also not very set in stone due to the rewrite, but the ones i had fleshed out friendships with are charlie (an oc) and elliott. and of course, the other hargreeves siblings

in the 2nd season, the main characters end up stranded in the 1960s dallas, texas. charlie was a trans kid running away from her family, and she happened to run into ari. five hadn't arrived at that time (yay time travel wonkiness again 😭 everyone arrived on different days,,) so ari decided to adventure with charlie and help her find some place safe to stay. later on in the show when they arrive back at 2019, he meets charlie again and they continue being friends :)

elliott was also from dallas, and was a conspiracy theorist investigating the siblings' appearances in dallas. ari broke into his house trying to find five's location, only to find out he didn't get here yet. he decides to stay in elliott's house to wait for five, and in exchange, elliott gets information about the time travel stuff. they eventually become unlikely friends. elliott does die later in the season though,,

as for the hargreeves family, although ari obviously has a very clear favorite, he did grow up as an umbrella academy fan, and he has a soft spot for all the siblings :') i thiiink of all of them though, he and diego have a lot in common. and if ben were alive, the three of them wouldve been best friends

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Oh no 🥹🥹🥹

Thank you for all the entertainment you’ve given us Tyler ❤️❤️

From Adler Mannheim’s insta 240117

Full story from Adler Mannheim’s website

Tyler Ennis and the Adler Mannheim have agreed to an early termination of the contract, which runs until April 30, 2024. Yesterday, Tuesday morning, the former NHL player approached the club management with his decision to end his impressive career and hang up his skates for good. The reason for this decision is the serious neck injury that Ennis sustained in the second leg of the CHL round of 16 against the Rapperswil-Jona Lakers on November 21st.

Yesterday morning Tyler informed me that he was retiring from hockey. At first I was surprised, but after talking to him for about two hours, I fully understand and support his decision. We were impressed with Tyler's dedication and commitment to recovering from his injury. Tyler's experience, work ethic and personality will be missed in our locker room and our organization. We are proud of Tyler for following his heart and making this brave, personal decision. Tyler has built an amazing career through hard work and persistence. These great qualities will serve Tyler well in his next chapter. We have Tyler’s back and will always be there for him,” said head coach and athletic manager Dallas Eakins.

Ennis moved to Mannheim at the end of October after keeping fit in Geneva. Before his engagement in Switzerland for the SCL Tigers and SC Bern, the 1.74 meter tall and 75 kilogram attacker played predominantly in the best league in the world. Ennis played a total of 724 NHL games for Buffalo, Minnesota, Toronto, Ottawa and Edmonton, scoring 148 goals and 210 assists.

Ennis himself said of his decision: “After working hard to get healthy with our great team, I ultimately decided to quit hockey. I would like to thank Mr. Hopp, my teammates, the coaches, our medical staff and of course our great fans for their support. I will continue to cheer on the Adler Mannheim vigorously in the future.”

We deeply regret Ennis' decision, but we fully understand and wish him all the best in his future life.

[beautouslysandy]

New To Town-3

By- Sandy

Dallas “Dally” Winston x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Might include language

Word Count: 932

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It was around 2’oclock in the morning and you heard some banging and harsh chattering outside. You groaned and put your pillow so that it would cover your ears. Then a trash can fell and made a huge crashing sound (as a trash can does) . This annoyed you even more. You got up and put on your weared down slippers. As you left your room, you heard rustling and a yawn with clattering behind you, it was Rusty. He was probably thinking you were letting him out to go to the restroom. You headed down the hall of your small one-story home. And opened the front door, and walked onto the porch. It was freezing out so you zipped up the navy jacket you had on. You didn’t see anyone or anything outside by you did you see the Curtis’s lights on, maybe they knew. You walked over with Rusty realizing you were in your sleep wear. You were wearing a crinkled white shirt with a navy hoodie, some grey sweatpants, and your well-loved bunny slippers. You opened the iron gate leading to the Curtis’ door and let Rusty through first before following and closing it. You got up the step, onto the porch and knocked on their door with Rusty by your side. The door opened.

“Hey Y/N, why you up this late?” Darry asked in a sleepy voice.

“Oh god did I wake y’all up?” You said in a soft tone

“No, Dally did.” He said groaning and opening the door further so I could walk in, as soon as I walked in he slammed the door shut.

You flinched a bit, “Gosh what was that for?” You asked him quietly as if he didn’t just wake everyone up in a mile radius.

Darry was petting Rusty and he began to speak but then was interrupted by two voice talking. You turned to see Sodapop who looked abouselty exhuasted and angry which you didn’t know why he was angry until you saw the person next to him, Dally, but his pretty face was bruised and bleeding. You gasped and stepped back a bit with such.

“Nice to see you too, doll.” He said with a forced smile as Rusty came over to greet him.

“Wha-What happened?” You asked walking up to him to examine his injuries. Your mother used to be an ER nurse and was always on you about knowing what was what and all the medical things. You were so shocked, and for some reason angry.

“Godness gracious..who did this to you?” You said crossing your arms. “You angry, doll?” He said laughing with a grin

“No I just I…yes?” You stammered and gave up on trying to cover up your angry

Dallas laughed at you, he found you adorable but of course since he is Dally he hasn’t admitted it.

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After Darry cleaned up Dally, yes you offered but Darry already had the First Aid kit, Dally said “Maybe next time, doll.”

You were sitting on the Curtis’ couch, Ponyboy and Sodapop went back to bed. Darry was going to go back to bed soon aswell. Dally was staying over on the couch. You figured you should probably leave.

You found yourself next to Dally with Rusty next to you. “Goodnight, you two.” Darry said with a smirk like he was up to no good.

“Night.” You both said

Dally looked at you and said: “You trying to copy me, doll?” He chuckled

You laughed “In your dreams, Dally.”

He smiled at you but then quickly looked away.

“Well we best be going, isn’t that right Rusty?” You said cheerfully as you pet your trustful canine

”Yeah. Night, doll.” Dally said in a tone that he almost sounded distant

You got up and open the door and headed to the gate with Rusty tagging along.

“Doll?” Dally said

You turned to see him on the porch with his hands in his jean pockets. He was looking down at the porch floor and his leg was kicking around a little rock or somethin’. “Dally?” You said almost hopefully

Before you could say anything else he walked right up to you and kissed you on the lips. Now it wasn’t aggressive and harsh like he did it just to do it but the kiss was soft almost cautious not wanting to hurt you. He meant it, you could tell when you pulled out of the kiss. His eyes look different from they had before, they looked almost vulnerable if that’s even possible. “What’s wrong…oh did I…I am sorry.” He said quickly and he began to look hurt

“No no no. I am just shocked that’s all.” You said with a smile. He smiled back and chuckled. You opened the gate and before you closed it, he kissed you on the cheek and said:

“So does this mean your mine, doll?” He said smiling ear to ear

“I guess so, Dally” You said with a wink

He got a little pink which you would have never guessed as you walked away heading to your house you could hear Darry cheering. You laughed. You looked down to see Rusty by your side wagging his tail. You smiled.

“It ain’t so bad here after all, Rusty is it?” You said talking to your canine friend as if he were human but you knew he understood you when he jumped on you a gave you a lick.

“Awh gross man!” You said walking into your house.

Finally got it finished!!!

-Sandy

[alarakucuk]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

trigger warnings: MURDER, DEATH, BLOOD, BEATING, SEVERE INJURY, KIDNAPPING, TORTURE

featuring: Miyeon, Jae, @carterthompson, @nadiaxkucuk, @marcusxshaw, @maximoxaguilar, @dallasparker, @adrianamartinez, @emmelinehq, @kiyanthompson, @lakeynxmccray, @mckennaford,

Alara didn’t know how she had ended up in the situation but she did. One minute she was serving Miyeon and her husband at verdure and then he returned the next day alone.Then he returned alone again and again, he would talk to her and make her laugh, he tipped her well not that she needed the money but he didn’t know that.One thing led to another and she was meeting him outside of work hours, they went for drives in his car and eventually on dates which ended with them back at quick stop motel. Once he felt confident in not being caught, those dates ended up back at his and Miyeon’s home. Alara was 25 years old when she found herself falling madly in love with a married man.

What broke her heart was when Miyeon came home early one day and caught the two of them together, she caught them in the act and all hell broke loose. A part of her was excited that they’d been caught, the thought entered her mind that maybe just maybe this is what needed to happen for him to be all hers. She was very wrong. Miyeon agreed that what had happened between the two of them would not leave this room today. She would walk out the door and that it would end here. For days, weeks and months after that she waited for him to get back in touch with her but it never happened. She was hurt, she was heart broken. Miyeon thought she saved Alara the embarrassment of the air getting out but all she caused for the younger girl was heartbreak. 

I could just… kill her. That was the line that slipped out of Alara’s mouth in a vent to her sister over the phone. The line that caused all of this to begin to happen. Something somebody usually said as a throw away comment but for Alara she truly meant it.

She knew if she was to do this then she had to surround herself with people she trusted. Her sister was a given but Carter was somebody she knew she could count on. He would do anything for her and that was something she needed right now. Somebody to aimlessly plan and execute what her and her sister wanted to do.

Lots of planning went into Miyeon’s death. Time and effort was put in just to get somebody on the inside with her. Once they were in though it seemed to move quickly and before she knew it she was standing in a room with Nadia and Carter as her sister pulled the trigger.That was how it’s done. A smirk creeped at the corner of her lips as she watched the life drain from Miyeon’s body almost instantly. Her eyes glued onto the woman who caused her all this pain. She looked over at Carter wide eyed with the same smirk still on her lips. She had a taste of the power and she loved it, she enjoyed the feeling. She felt a sense of control in her life again and she didn’t want it to end.

Jae however was different. There was no real motive behind him. Her supposed best friend. Miyeon’s cousin. A person that was easy to infiltrate. She knew his schedule, she knew where he would be and she knew he wouldn’t see it coming. It was easy. This time it was her turn. She would make the final blow and she would feel that same power all over again but this time more intensely. Removing her mask before putting an end to his suffering gave her the thrill she was seeking. The look on his face as he asked her why. Just because. She would then go on to play the best friend who was heart broken. Sure, some days she thought about it and how they could have picked anybody. It was a little weird without him by her side but this was just the beginning of something much bigger for the group. The legion.

Dallas Parker. Another that should have been an easy target. Carter’s best friend. Alara wasn’t all too fond of her anyway, something about her got under her skin. She should have been an easy target. Alara did most of the beating and she left Carter to finish the job.. Something she shouldn't have done. The blonde got away. Their first fuck up.

Marcus Shaw. Somebody who seemed so pure. Somebody who wanted to seem as though they were doing the town a favour. Why should he know every aspect of everyone? Histrionic Personality Disorder he had in his notes for her. What the fuck even is that? She had poured her heart out to him in her sessions, told her how heartbroken she was over the fact she would never see Miyeon’s husband again and all he got from that was she had an issue with not being the center of attention? Of course she did not like that. Taking him out was almost too easy, though she didn’t have the final blow for this one. That was her sister. She got to hear him cry out and beg when Carter beat him over the few days they had him though and that was music to her ears. Marcus was the magic number three which now gave them their serial killer title.

Max Aguilar. Another mistake. Somebody who shouldn’t have got away but did. If he was a little tougher than Marcus, he put up a fight from the start. That was the second fuck up.

Of course the anonymous tip came around. That was Alara and Nadia. Emmeline was an obvious target for this trick up their sleeve, she happened everything to them on a plate. Ana was easy to rope into this with Marcus and Max’s involvement, the fact she had left her now dead husband for a year also making this so much easier for them. Everybody really did hand them everything on a silver platter. Kiyan however, was a little more tricky but his constant bickering in the forum fell nicely in the palm of their hands. This was a more tactical approach from Nadia and Alara considering Carter kept fucking it up. This was their attempt at getting him to focus on the task at hand but it did backfire temporarily. He had his little tantrum and decided he was going his separate way.

Lakeyn was just another one who was easy to target. Somebody to play around with. What was a little ‘attempted murder’ to send a message at this point?

Mckenna Ford. This was one that hurt Alara the most. This was truly one that was not planned and she saw something she shouldn’t have. In a moment of panic Alara found herself acting without thinking and that was all it took for Mckenna’s life to be cut short. She was one that Alara found herself shedding a tear for. At this point Alara had invited Emmeline to stay at her place in an attempt at making herself seem sweet, a way of making her seem kind and off the radar for people. This partnered with her cousin living with her too was a recipe for disaster surely? Alara had to think fast and that meant calling up her sister and Carter, of course Carter agreed and that was all it took to pull him back in. With Emmeline out for an hour while she went to Ormond’s and Aylin at work this gave them a short time slot to fix the mess Alara had made. The girl could hardly think straight and wasn’t much use. Most would think by the fourth kill it wouldn’t have an effect on her but Mckenna wasn’t planned. It was a moment of panic for her. Mckenna was too good of a person to fall victim to her hands but she did. Somehow they managed to pull it off and they got away with it.

“Nadia Kucuk, Alara Kucuk and Carter Thompson, you are under arrest for the murders of Miyeon Kang, Jaehyun Lee, Marcus Shaw and Mckenna Ford and the attempted murders of Dallas Parker, Maximo Aguilar and Lakeyn McCray. We can do this the easy way or the hard way….”

There was no way Alara would just hand herself over easily. She was standing at the booth when all hell broke loose and she knew she had to make a run for it. Running through the carnival to try and find her sister and Carter she had to somehow slow down the police who were chasing her on foot. That’s when the knife she had on her came into play as she grabbed both Kit and Percy along the way, the knife sliding in so effortlessly without a care for the damage she would be causing as she continued on foot in an attempt to escape.

She was eventually caught as she was cut off at all angles by the police, she was forcefully pushed to the ground as they cuffed her and dragged her up and onto her feet. Her sister in her view as she watched her hold Mallory close to her. She had never been prouder as she watched her speech, watched her tell them exactly what this town was and the people in it. A smile on her face, a grin as she watched the chaos around them unfold. They had done this, this was all them. The town had been in the palm of their hands for months.

The only time Alara had felt sadness was the moment she watched her sister killed in front of her eyes. Something they knew was possible going into all of this but still it caused her to scream out for her sister. How dare they. Watching her sister fall to the ground caused her to once again try to fight against them, she tried to pull away, break free. She couldn’t escape their grip so when she was put into the police car it was a waiting game. She couldn’t get free, not without help at least. Her sister had promised her that nothing would happen to the two of them. She had promised. 

The police may have caught her, killed her sister and captured Carter but unfortunately for Hidehill there was always a plan. The shadows of Hidehill are always one step ahead. 

Alara Kucuk escaped the fairground.

“We have been informed that Carter Thompson, Alara Kucuk, and Nadia Kucuk are confirmed as the shadow of Hidehill. Carter Thompson has been taken into police custody and will await trial if pleading not guilty. While Alara Kucuk has been reported as having escaped at the fairgrounds. Bringing us to Nadia Kucuk, who has met their fate at the hands of the police in a shootout with a hostage. The hostage, Mallory Goldmann, also reported to be deceased as well. Our thoughts with her family tonight.”

[missivesfromtroy]

Gestures and the Pride Jersey-Tape Thing

I guess I start by saying I speak for no one but myself, but with things continuing apace, the urge to say something has gotten quite strong, even if it's only to myself, here on Tumblr dot com. I don't have hockey friends, my family has no history of hockey fandom. I'm a weird hockey outlier in my own life, so if I want to talk about this, I don't really have anywhere to get into it, except online. So here I be. Not because others haven't said anything, or that good points haven't been made, but because I feel like the loudest voices, both for and against, have been people who - for lack of a better term - don't have much skin in the game.

I've been reading the comments for months, watching the jubilant trolls seize this topic and run with it, regurgitate every tired cliché, exult in this mask-off moment. I've watched people push back, make arguments - some good, some not so good - and express their honest disappointment. Over and over, I've seen some variation - from both sides - of "it's only a jersey, what's the big deal?" And that's not a terrible question, but it's a simple question with a very complicated answer, one that touches on something the people in the community (and in other minority groups) know as a multi-faceted issue and a representation of something more amorphous than a shirt or being told we're "welcome," whatever people seem to think that means. Namely, the gesture of it meant some assurance of safety. And that has been stripped away because corporate NHL is worried about the brand.

But how so, safety? Let me tell you a story. It's a personal anecdote and I'm not claiming it isn't. I'm also not claiming to know what the people in the story were thinking or intending. I'm not a mind-reader. I can only tell you how the incident affected me and my experience that night. I can only tell you how that reaction informs my approach to hockey and hockey fandom, layered on top of all my other apprehensions and perceptions of hockey and hockey fandom. Not as a matter of fear, but as a matter of self-preservation - defensive driving, if you will. A sort of lifestyle mindset that certain people and groups have to adopt to move through the world in order to minimize the interference of other people's disgust with who they are in their daily lives.

Because that's what it is: disgust. But we'll come back to that. Story first.

For some background, right around the time I felt comfortable coming out more widely as ace and gray-romantic, it was 2015. Around the same time, there was a huge spike of homophobic assaults in Dallas' gay neighborhoods. Those assaults, which continued well into at least 2017, were specifically targeted at the community and resulted in damaged storefronts and serious injuries like concussions, stabbings, fractured eye sockets and skulls, and even one person being thrown onto a fire.

(To my knowledge, the only people ever arrested in the years following were two men who pled guilty to a separate campaign of targeting men on Grindr for muggings and homophobic attacks. These assaults were said to be perpetrated by a range of people, not just one individual or group of individuals. Still, no arrests.)

Sure, I lived in Fort Worth at the time, a fifty-minute drive from the Oak Lawn neighborhood. But Fort Worth is also more conservative than Dallas per capita and just in general, culturally. And I was already well aware that my gender non-conforming appearance, mild as it was on the scale of gender nonconformity, was losing me jobs and getting me attention that was dismissive at best and outwardly hostile at not-best. So I was careful coming out. I could lose work at first - I made a gradual switch of my employers and clients to prevent this. I told individual people, but didn't broadly share my identity with social groups, especially ones that had folks in them who advertised their “Southern pride” or GOP perspectives. I wasn't fully out until I moved to LA. Not because hate doesn't happen here, but because it's less culturally tolerated and worker protections are worlds better. The community was bigger too, even for aces. The relief of not having to watch out for yourself quite so aggressively was immense. Imperfect, but an improvement.

A year ago, in the 2021-2022 season, I made a point of going to the Pride Night game for my hockey team, the LA Kings, playing the Nashville Predators. There were guests, a special free hat giveaway, a community member sang the anthem, and the players wore warm up jerseys and used rainbow tape during warmups. It was nice to see, "welcoming" in a tangential sort of way. It was a gesture - minimal, but a gesture nonetheless. Of course, the players were participating as much as the organization provided ways to participate and it was all an initiative, but we'll come back to why that still actually matters, even to someone as cynical as I am.

Some time in the second period, a pair of young women who were sitting along the glass in the next section over to my left got on the jumbotron. They seemed to be a couple, or at least enough of a couple that they kissed for a bit while on camera. They were young and attractive, seemed to be there deliberately for Pride night, and followed the kissing up with dancing together during the breaks in play. They got on the jumbotron for the dancing at least one more time.

I wouldn't have thought anything more about it except that I became aware in stages that a trio of men to my right — in my row, but a few seats away — had become...intensely interested. There were two older men, retirement age, and one younger man, probably in his 30s. They weren't, to my recollection, wearing team-specific gear.

Now, lots of men come to games in multi-generational groups or in just their street clothes from earlier in the day (it was a weekday), so that wasn't odd. And I’ve of course overheard the “joke” over and over when the audience engagement part of the ice crew comes out that this is some dude’s “favorite part of the game.” While these sorts of comments are tiresome in the extreme, I’m not clutching my pearls over here any time some guy decides everyone in the vicinity needs to know he finds twenty-something, tightly-clad women sexually attractive. (To the Kings’ credit, they also have male audience engagement ice crew members, and the actual ice crew is dressed casually post-pandemic.)

What was odd was that the older men had the younger man film the two young women dancing from where we were sitting. The younger man was also instructed to take a picture of a gay man — a VIP guest, I believe, but not one I recognized — who rode on one of the Zambonis between periods. There was also a LGBTQIA+ veteran there as the usual "Hero of the Game" honoree, who was shown at least once on the jumbotron dancing with his guests (who were wearing queer-coded outfits), he in his uniform and all, clearly having a good time. That sparked a spirited conversation amongst the men in my row, not all of which I could hear because, y'know, a loud stadium with a hockey game going on. It captured their attention, I'll say, rather than hazarding a guess as to what exactly their take was.

Essentially, these three men were paying a lot of attention to the people who were visibly queer at the Pride Night game. Now, I've reasoned with myself since that maybe the older gentlemen were themselves members of the community and were reacting with enthusiasm. (Why they’d want video of the girls dancing, though — well, that’s where that reassurance falls apart.) In the moment, I lost track entirely of the game in front of me and became very aware that I was at the game alone. And that I was in the same row as these men, who were paying undue attention to queer-presenting folks and even recording them specifically. Situational awareness red flags were going off left and right, is what I'm saying. Enough so that I made sure I was following them out after the end of the game and not the other way around. Enough so that I kept an eye on those young women until I saw them get out of the building. Enough that I made sure I kept moving with the crowd on the way back to my car. Enough that I can't even remember if the Kings even won that night, just those men and the wariness that colored the back half of the evening for me.

I do remember a kid on the jumbotron waving the cheaply made Pride night themed hat after a goal, his parents cheering in the background. I remember seeing lots of cis-het presenting people wearing those hats. I remember initially feeling like the crowd had shown up knowing what night it was and that it would be a predominately supportive environment. I remember a warm feeling going cold and sitting still and trying to not draw attention. I remember creating a couple of exit and emergency plans in my head if I needed them. Later, I remember considering trading games for the 2022-2023 season’s Pride night game and deciding against it, even before all of this began, even knowing I sit in a different section now and that I never saw those men again for the rest of that season. Still, I opted to trade for the Dustin Brown retirement night instead. And I remember regretting missing out on the amazing Pride night jerseys the Kings wore for 2023 — seriously, not making a small commercial run of those? C'mon, now.

(Much love to the season ticket holder who very clearly wore the jersey he got from this year's Pride night auction to seemingly every game of the rest of the season. Those jerseys were amazing and deserved to be seen.)

Now, there's a very real argument that nothing happened, that I might have been reading into things. The problem of course being that there was no way of knowing that for sure unless something really did go pear shaped in some way. But after growing up in Texas and spending a lot of my early adulthood there, I know as well as anyone that a lot of racism and queerphobia and xenophobia and even misogyny is quiet in public — it's attention paid and hushed conversation in undertones and scoffing quietly until the doors are closed. Right up until it isn’t. 

And that night, those men were giving that exact energy, whether or not they knew it or intended it that way. The recordings and photos taken rated a notch higher on the volume than usual and really tipped things over into a place I couldn't ignore.

And that's what I mean by "safety." That need to be on guard, to watch your back, and to spend more of your mental capacity at any given moment waiting for someone to lash out at you because, on some level that you can't control, they think that you deserve it. A lot of folks would assert that safety was never really at issue here, that I am making a mountain of a molehill. Fair enough, but that's exactly where the gestures and the Pride nights and the jerseys and the pride tape come in, if you'll stick with me.

There's a great episode of the first season of Welcome to Wrexham that deals with the masculinity and multi-generational bonding that is pro sports for its fans. It talks about how, for lots of men, they experience their highest of highs, their core formative male bonding moments with fathers and grandfathers and uncles, and are allowed to express their lowest lows in the context of sports fandom. It's an interesting thesis, though obviously incomplete in some ways. I'd say one of the incompletions has to do with the valorization of the players themselves as archetypes of ideal manhood.

Young, in peak physical condition, revered for their toughness and grit and highly specialized skill sets, often wealthy (at the highest levels of the sport, as in the NHL), well-dressed but still physically imposing, locally famous and in demand, with the perceived ability to sleep with, date, and marry the most beautiful of women and support their families to lavish, affluent lifestyles. Is this not the idealized modern North American man?

I think we can all generally agree that folks flock to sports fandom not just for love of the game, but for all sorts of reasons. One of those reasons is because it is a form of storytelling about how life could be, a sort of modern adventuring lifestyle that falls in line with all the things we tell men and boys they should try to become.

Now, of course, this manifests differently depending on age and other factors. Little kids, especially kids who play hockey, make heroes of players in different ways and for different reasons than teens and adults. Little kids, after all, value different things when they evaluate "coolness" than do teens and adults. For our purposes here, then, let's leave the hero worship of small children and kids aside and instead focus only on the ways in which players are role models to teens and adults.

In some ways, it's not quite fair that we make role models out of very young men, barely out of their own childhoods, who've spent much of at least the last ten years of their lives primarily focused on physical supremacy in their chosen sport. They won't have met many people or had many experiences outside that arena, though they may indeed have — strictly speaking — done more traveling and working shoulder-to-shoulder with people from other parts of the world than their average age mate. But we can all agree those engagements are still within the insular realm of hockey, where everything is pulling in that one direction.

They're asked to grow up fast in some ways while simultaneously living in a social bubble of sports, sports culture, and sports people. Still, young pro athletes have hit the lottery of time, resources, and genetics to enter a tiny, highly competitive professional field in the, let's face it, wider entertainment industry. That comes with a degree of public interest in and attention to their choices, actions, and behaviors. They become role models and idols by mere virtue of the fact that they are highly visible to the public and have more access to a broad platform. Players advertise things quite literally at times - gear and services and such, obviously. Sometimes, that's by virtue of team level contracts and sometimes, they are individually contracted as spokespeople.

None of this is new information, but I can hear the furious clacking of keyboards now, in a comment section somewhere on The Athletic or Deadspin, confidently asserting that "if you make decisions based off what a player does, then you're an idiot." This is the standard rebuttal to the argument that entertainment public figures like actors, musicians, pro players, etc. are role models; that to be influenced by a public figure is foolish. It is, of course, quite a foolish assertion in itself. It leans on the practical understanding that to literally and unthinkingly do what someone tells you is foolish, while ignoring that the vast majority of decisions people make, even just around sports fandom — like which jersey number to buy, as a for instance — are highly influenced decisions.

Sure, your personal taste comes into play, but there's a reason advertisers pay to have their logo on the ice or to have an deer-in-the-headlights 24 year old winger deliver a line of ad copy in his flat-est monotone against a white background. It's because they lend a sense of legitimacy to the brand, a sense of authenticity. Hospitals and insurance companies pay AEG top dollar to heavily imply that the LA Kings players get their medical services. That kind of bump, over and over again, says that "hey, these guys who need to be in top physical condition and often get injured, well they vouch as a team for this medical system. Maybe that'll work for me." We all know this is happening, all the time. There's no shame in being influenced, but so too is there no honesty in pretending that there isn't influence being traded on.

So, here are these young men — archetypical ideals according to Western standards of wealthy, predominately white, young, heterosexual, “red-blooded” men who have a physical-but-cool job and access to absurd resources and beautiful women — and the teens and adults who watch them track their stats, their accomplishments, their successes. In a lot of ways, they're interchangeable to the wider fanbase, especially as stat-tracking has become ascendant. Still, and very much in hockey specifically, there is a culture that projects goodness and a specific kind of virtue onto these players. There is an admiration that fans and the public more generally have for players. Team social media posts their outfits, their workouts, their relationships. It is not the hero worship of children, but they are role models for their adolescent and adult fans all the same. Their approval, for lack of a better word, comes to matter, comes to model what is cool, what is good, what is acceptable.

You see where I’m going with this? A player, wearing a jersey, says “this is acceptable.” A player, wrapping his stick in Pride tape, says to that audience of teens and adults, “hey, don’t be a dick, because these people are acceptable.” It says that disgust and displays of disgust are not acceptable. (There's that word again!) Sure, he only does it for a couple of minutes on an unaired portion of the in-arena game night production, but it says to those three guys to my right on that Pride Night, “hey, you won’t be in step with us players and the team as an institution if you bring homophobia to the table with your fandom.” It says to people in the community, “hey, you don’t have to keep your interest in the team at home, you can be enthusiastic about hockey without fear of backlash that you’re not ‘right’ for the sport.”

Is that a flimsy assurance when said aloud? Sure. The truth of the message is paper thin even on a good day when you pressure test it in the real world of the men’s hockey universe. But we’re talking about the unspoken conversations that happen around the appearance of inclusion and welcome. The appearance of welcome is a powerful thing when it comes to increasing the level of safety the community feels in approaching hockey in-person. Because that appearance acts as an unspoken buffer; it says “if you jump the queer person in your row after the game because they don’t ‘belong,’ we the team might take your in-person hockey rights away because we align with being welcoming.” The conglomerates running the hockey teams decided to align with being welcoming rather than exclusive and openly disgusted by diversity because they want revenue from every kind of group they can get — what is capitalism if not the pursuit of endless growth, amirite? But the players, the coaches, the staff — they can, if they choose, use their platform provided by the late-stage capitalism of the sports entertainment industry, be visible examples of the welcome provided to anyone who enjoys the sport. They can provide that extra incentive, with their unspoken indication of acceptability, to not be a dick outwardly, even if you’re a dick inwardly. And that makes the community safer, even beyond the realm of hockey, because these men are the ideal, right? 

If your heroic ideal of manhood says being a dick isn’t part of the ideal, well, some people will still be dicks. There were plenty of apologists during this whole conversation that declared with their whole chests that they don’t think any of the current hockey players really believe in broad acceptance or inclusion — they are, as the assertion goes, just putting on the uniform handed to them and making nice for the cameras because it gets butts in seats, which is part of their job. 

And yeah, that’s probably true for a lot of the guys on a lot of the nights. “Here’s a St. Patrick’s jersey, have a great game, Kopi, our proud Slovenian captain.” I’m sure Kopi pulls the sweater on and then off again for most of these theme nights while running game strategy in his head and thinking no more about it, kind of like all of the non-American, non-Canadian players stand during the national anthems trying not to be too obvious that they’re just waiting to get going and hoping their muscles don’t start to cool as they all stand around for a few minutes listening to someone warble out an anthem they don’t identify with. 

And, in specific terms for the Pride jersey brouhaha, don’t think it escaped my notice that Vladislav Gavrikov wore a Pride jersey in Philly the night of Provorov’s abstention and then wore a Pride jersey again after being traded to the Kings a few weeks later — all without a peep. I don’t have any idea what his personal opinions are, except that he wasn’t taking it personally or publicly that he was asked to participate on either occasion.

These things are gimmicks a lot of the time, a way to spice up the in-arena production and reach out to other communities in the host team’s city. That’s not a bad thing. It’s just a thing. Going to a pro game with no bells and whistles at all, on the production level of a kids’ municipal soccer team match, wouldn’t justify the ticket price. They have to make it an event, but that event needs to draw in the curious and the on-the-fence, not just the die-hards. Which means you need to make a gesture to those groups that aren't already bought in, or who are rightly wary of your in-group culture.

But we also live in a culture that highly esteems authenticity, so there needs to be more than a vague gesture — which is where the outreach and the initiatives come in. You couldn’t just say “Hockey fights cancer,” and do nothing else about that statement. It would be insincere in the extreme, right? So there’s a fundraiser, there’s outreach to the communities affected, there’s visibility for survivors — there’s some authenticity to the gesture, even if, at the end of the day, it’s a corporate gesture. 

So, a level of authenticity in the gesture and the idealized image demonstrating acceptance. This is what the Pride jerseys and the Pride tape mean. They mean, in the simplest terms, a visible lack of disgust for difference. Are they incomplete efforts? Yes, but they are efforts. They are a projection of safety — of the intention of safety — for the community to join in the sport of hockey in public. That’s so very far from nothing, and the loss is substantial when they’re taken away from the most visible part of hockey: the players on ice. 

So here's where we get back to disgust. The thing that drives, for instance, the 2015-2017 homophobic attacks in Dallas, the 2010s serial killer of gay men in Toronto, and others, is cultivated disgust that has been set loose and targeted at someone who does not conform to whatever is the attacker's idealized way of life. This disgust is taught, but it always needs a catalyst or an excuse to be expressed. So, here comes religion, politics, or a desire for unchallenging homogeneity to preserve an artificial sense of order. Whoever fails to adhere becomes an object of encouraged disgust.

So now we have an excuse (and often the originating instruction itself) for the disgust to act itself out, for the "other" to be punished with everything from ostracization to outright violence. This seems extreme? Consider Reimer's bland Evangelical-Christianese statement trying, as is so often the case, to have it both ways:

"...I have no hate in my heart for anyone and I have always strived [sic] to treat everyone that I encounter with respect and kindness. In this specific instance, I am choosing not to endorse something that is counter to my personal convictions which are based on the Bible, the highest authority in my life. I strongly believe that every person has value and worth and the LGBTQIA+ community, like all others, should be welcomed in all aspects of the game of hockey."

In essence: I love everybody and I respect everybody, but I just can't get behind wearing this jersey. Right? But the thing is, if you're allowing your disgust, however latent or unacknowledged, to dictate to you that you may be intolerant of the acceptance or the presence of the outward visibility of another group of people, then that's ultimately intolerance. You can't make the rational argument that it isn't.

(And before anybody jumps down my craw about "oh, well, it's always progressive people who want tolerance, but then are intolerant to those who don't agree," listen, bud. You and I are neither of us going to pretend you haven't heard of the Paradox of Tolerance on Tumblr dot com. Let's not be silly.)

Now, I think I speak with a lot of marginalized folks of one kind or another that we would rather have the James Reimer statement, that players self-identify as someone who is ultimately intolerant — someone who harbors this unchallenged disgust — than to be given a sugar coating of sameness and a big branded curtain for all individual beliefs to hide behind. I'm all for continuing to wear jerseys and individual players just opting out of wearing the themed jerseys during warm-ups and wearing their game jersey instead. If that's what the players want to do, by all means, tell me that you harbor this deep-seated disgust for who I am or who someone else is and that we are not adhering to your idealized concept of the "correct" way to be human.

But, in this effort by Bettman and Co. to protect and shield the NHL from any possible scandal or discussion of difference or question of professed ideals for the industry by simply refusing to acknowledge that friction may exist, Bettman has — in effect — done exactly what the Paradox of Tolerance grapples with. He has allowed intolerance to take over the supposedly tolerant atmosphere and win out over a model of broad acceptance.

And all of this in an effort to keep players from being individuals with individual personalities and beliefs that might challenge the primacy of the NHL brand overall. The community loses safety for the maintenance of a corporate brand. Every community loses inclusion, acceptance, and safety for the maintenance of a corporate brand. That’s the bit to get cynical over; not the fact that they ever made the gesture in the first place, but that the brand, the cup, the club is so flimsy that it can’t take the individualism of the players employed by it.

People would much rather know from a player abstaining from a special jersey during warm-ups, unpunished by fines but still visible, whether they’re safe with them, rather than for the NHL to cover everyone up and make fandom for marginalized folks an absolute crap shoot again for the sake of the brand. Since we were talking about unspoken gestures before, this too is an unspoken gesture — that queer people in particular are less important than the brand, and that the NHL’s professed commitment to broad inclusion is as flimsy as wet cardboard in a hurricane. 

And it’s not just fans who are hearing that — it’s players too, current and future. Why struggle against an obviously antagonistic tide in hockey if there’s no commitment, even just a gesture, to your safety  and acceptability within the sport? Lots of players of various communities have fought back against that tide and succeeded, but so, so many have given up and walked away. It should be a little less cute and little more concerning how many dynasties and sibling groups are in the NHL. It’s a ready indication that the pool of pro candidates hasn’t gotten all that much wider in the last twenty, thirty years. The next twenty aren’t looking all that much better at present.

And, if it needs saying, Bettman and Co. have also stripped out players' ability to express their tolerance and enthusiasm for diversity in the sport. Players no longer have the ability to do the most visible part of the supposed gesture of NHL tolerance, the "hockey is for everyone" demonstration, however limited it was. If the players, at least a handful of them, aren't buying in, then shut it all down and revert to the ironclad homogeneity of the NHL as squeaky clean, predominately white "good ol' boys" who never have a public-facing opinion that isn't in hockey PR speak. Individualism is dead from all sides and all we got is this lousy t-shirt. Oh, wait.

Although we know that's breaking down anyway. Although we've already heard individual players don't want to be gagged on this subject or on any of the other community subjects. I have to imagine the Hockey Diversity Alliance isn't liking the headwinds coming out of this kerfuffle.

But what about players being "cancelled," you say? First, point me to a person who's actually been cancelled. Second, it is impossible for a minority group of fans to do anything to these guys except not like them. They're all insulated within the hockey world. Nothing that gets said is going to really rattle that insulation. Sure, there could be one crazy outlier, but for the most part, these dudes probably wouldn't even notice a difference.

And, as to the "keep politics out of sports" argument: being alive is political. If you haven't figured that out yet, it's because the politics of life have mostly been in your favor up to this point. Maybe look around a bit and figure that glaringly obvious reality out for yourself.

So sure, it’s just a shirt. Sure, it’s just tape. Why does it matter? It matters because it’s a huge step back. It matters because it rescinds the most important part of the gesture — that the team will use their platform and briefly model the acceptability of diverse people into the sport. Everything else is happening offscreen, if you will. It’s big tax-deductible checks and handshakes and press releases, most of which the fans never look at, hear about, or pay attention to. But the players, if they choose, could be highly visible, could participate in the loudest gesture the NHL seems capable of making — that of the players making practice shots while studiously ignoring fans for ten minutes — and the NHL brand got scared by any indication that their players might be individuals and took that away.

So yeah, it matters. And it is extremely disheartening that 7 dudes just made the whole prospect of going to games that much more dicey for people in marginalized communities, especially the queer community.

TL;DR  Gary Bettman sucks.

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On Friday night Ocean Crest Apartments caught fire, having started in a vacant apartment on the 10th floor. What was originally thought to have been an accident though was quickly discovered to be an act of arson.

Ten minutes after the fire in Ocean Crest began, town hall was raided and set on fire from within. Aurora Bay's mayor, Raymond Ellis, was found tied to a chair. He was rushed to the Emergency Medical Center but due to his severe burns and smoke inhalation, he did not survive.

It is evident that there were multiple people involved in this, though no one has been found guilty at this time.

Detective Diego Martinez is leading the investigation, so there is no doubt in anyone's mind that there will be an end to this soon.

Sadly, though, not everyone made it out of the Ocean Crest. The apartment fire took the lives of three residents from extensive burn injuries and smoke inhalation, and the town hall's fire took the lives of two.

While Ocean Crest is still standing, there is quite a lot of damage done to the interior. The fire damaged most of the top floors rather than those below, but those who live in Ocean Crest must find places to stay during renovations, which will take approximately one month. Thankfully since school is out for the summer, the shelters will stay in place in the gymnasiums in our Elementary and High School, and the Seascape Hotel will offer discounted rates for those affected by the fire. Just like we did during the storm our town saw a few months ago, we will take care of our residents to the absolute best of our ability.

Ocean Crest Deaths:

Darren Winters (NPC)

Tina Delores (NPC)

Adrian Hollyn (NPC)

Town Hall Deaths:

Mayor Raymond Ellis (NPC)

Secretary Karen Michaels (NPC)

Those injured:

Celeste Zhao (Natasha Liu Bordizzo) - smoke inhalation

Connor Rose (Andrew Garfield) - smoke inhalation, burn on his arm

Dallas Jones (Mason Gooding) - smoke inhalation

Jude Bordelon (Charlie Hunnam) - smoke inhalation, burns on arm and chest

Lucas Donovan (Tom Holland) - smoke inhalation, burn on his arm.

Wes Evans (Timothee Chalamet) - Smoke inhalation, burn on his arm.

Suspects:

Blake Dixon (Hailee Steinfeld)

Darcy Anthony (Zendaya Coleman)

Evie Watson (Maya Hawke)

Imani Lihn (Karrueche Tran)

Jackson Ellis (Alex Fitzalan)

Jameson Cassidy (Joseph Quinn)

Ulysses Flynn (Jacob Elordi)

Head Detective on the case:

Diego Martinez (Oscar Isaac)

Firefighters that helped:

Cristian Valdes (Pedro Pascal)

Dallas Jones (Mason Gooding)

Raleigh Reese (Sophia Bush)

A statement from our Head Detective will be given within the next few days.

OOC Info below the cut:

While it is now known that the Mayor was stealing money from the town, the fact that the fires are linked to that is still speculation at this time.

People will have heard about masked figures that were spotted fleeing the scenes of both crimes that night, so there will definitely be talk of that.

The suspects are listed above, so feel free to have characters completely believe they are guilty or totally innocent. (but of course, none of the suspects above are guilty, as the culprits are both NPCs, but it just adds to the drama!)

What people will start to realize is that the descriptions of the masked figures seen leaving the scenes will not match the descriptions of any of the names listed above, so with that, along with other evidence that will come out slowly, the suspects above will be ruled out.

We've asked the mun of Diego Martinez if they would like to write a statement for him to share, so that will be posted along with more information about the event as the mystery starts to unfold!

If you have police officers or firefighters who would like to make statements, please message the main and we can plot it out!

As stated above, those who are living in Ocean Crest will need to find places to stay until renovations are done. Feel free to plot out temporary-roommates or anything like that! anyone without a person to stay with can stay in either of the school gyms, or can rent out a room at the hotel or b&b

So! The mystery has yet to be sovled! We wanted to give time for characters to speculate about what is going on and who is behind it! We love the IC drama and there's just so much that can happen with this!

Admin notes will come out every few days with more information on what has happened and what's going on. We'll also keep our muns who have characters heavily involved in the case in the loop!

As always, after the first three open starters are posted, please reply to at least two before posting your own!

You may continue threads from the event, but please tag them aurorabay.fire

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