#Jason McCann

[cometomecosette]

Once again, the three classic production photos of Enjolras comforting a crying Marius after Éponine's death.

Because every now and then, they need to be shared.

*John Herrera and Hugh Panaro (US 1st National Tour, 1987)

*Greg Blanchard and Reece Holland (US 2nd National Tour, 1988)

*Jason McCann and Niklas Andersson (London, 2000)

[augustconversations]

Annoying Bieber

“Annoying Bieber.” Originally written: Sometime in 2018 <3 Transferred from 825th.tumblr.com (deleted account)  How can Y/n write about a love that she doesn’t believe exists in today’s world without sounding too pretentious; without sounding like she’s trying too hard to know what Romeo and Juliet went through? Why can’t she just know? Why hadn’t she fallen in love yet? At least, a little bit; a fraction of what Juliet felt for Romeo. A fraction is good, because being all the way in love like they were resulted in their deaths. They were too young to die. She’s too young to die.

But, of course, she doesn’t want anyone hanging over her. Or being jealous. Or wanting to know where she is at all times of the day. But she does want flowers. Marigolds wrapped in crisp newspaper, to be exact. And maybe sometimes hold hands? Only when it’s cold, though. And the borrowing of his sweatshirt that smelled like cologne. That could be nice.  

“Romeo and Juliet. A classic.” A familiar stature molded her peripheral, his blond hair catching the light of the dimly lit library. Justin sat down in front of her and leaned his back against the fantasy section. His legs nearly wrapped themselves into hers. “I know all about those guys.”

“Oh, really?” she asked, but didn’t look up.

“Who doesn’t? The whole Montagues hating the Capulets. Romeo and Juliet being from either family and falling in love with each other. The families forbidding it. Them dying. It’s a classic.”

“A boring classic.”

“It’s alright, I guess. Why’re you reading it?”

“It’s for my English class. I have to write a paper about love.”

He sported a smirk that she missed. “Ooh, love, my favorite subject.” 

“Oh, I know, Mr. I-can-have-any-girl-I-desire.”  

“Well, not any girl…”  

She looked up then, and caught the glimmer in his eyes. His smirk trampled into a boyish grin. He’s failed time and time again when asking her out. His charming words were enticing, and the romantic gestures were convincing, but they were no match for the wall she put around herself.  

“Well,” she closed the book, “almost any girl.” She placed it inside her bookbag and got up, walking toward the entrance. He was hot on her tail.  

“How come every time I come around you suddenly have to leave?”  

“It’s your bad timing,” she said. “I’ve been at the library since five.”  

Darkness waged over the campus, street lamps lighting their path. She tightened her sweater around her as the wind blew, rustling the bare trees.  

“Since five? It’s almost ten."  

"Ooh, look at you. You can tell time.”  

“Oh, ha-ha. I’m just saying that you’ve really been in the library for five hours? I didn’t see any essay you were writing.”  

“Well, right now I’m just studying romance.”  

“You can’t study romance,” he spoke incredulously. “At least, not theirs.”  

“Why not? They were in love.”  

“They were psychopaths.”  

“Well, wouldn’t you be a psychopath too if you were in love?”  

“Maybe so,” he said, and grabbed the base of his chin. “But, what I’m saying is, how can you study romance? Like, dying. How can you write a paper on what it feels like to die if you never experienced it?”

“Well, that’s kind of far-fetched. No one can write about how it feels to die. Anyone can write about love – wing it, at least. Like when lonely people write romance novels.”  

“But, it’s not real. It’s not authentic.”  

“And what’s real nowadays, anyway?” She looked at him and he looked at her. “What do you know about love?”  

“Enough.”  

“Enough? You’ve been in love before?”  

“Once.”  

“Really? How was it?”  

“I’ll be glad to share that with you over hot chocolate and scones.”  

She rolled her eyes. “Justin, no.”  

“Why not? Why don’t you wanna go on a date with me? An eligible bachelor?”  

“First, you’re too eligible. How many girls did I see you with last semester?”  

“Why? Were you jealous?” he grinned, closing in on her face. “Jealous girls are kind of hot.”  

“And so is your breath,” she laughed, and pushed him sideways. “Get away."

They came up on the sidewalk where the intersection was. Not many cars passed, but those that did left a bitter wind in its wake. Y/n squinted her eyes. "Okay, I’ll guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

"You live three blocks down. I am not going to let you walk by yourself.”

“I think I can handle myself, Justin.”  

“Something bad can happen to you.”  

“I’ve been walking myself home the entire four years I’ve been in college. If something bad were to happen to me, don’t you think it would’ve already happened?”  

“Awful occurrences don’t have a time stamp.”  

“Justin—”

“I’m not leaving you.”  

She sighed. “You are one persistent person.” They walked when the little man on the traffic screen turned green. “Why do you bother me, anyway? Am I some kind of challenge for you?”  

“Remember when we first encountered each other? It was at the museum in George Town. You were looking at a sculpture and I came up beside you. I talked a little about the art, but I didn’t really care for it. It was all so boring to me. What made it exciting was the pretty girl in the Ugg boots.”  

“Yup, I remember precisely. The whole ‘what’s your name, beautiful?’ line you pulled on me.”  

“And you know what you said?”  

“Not available.”

“To be honest, I was shocked,” he smiled. “I didn’t expect to be dissed. I thought you were gonna be like the other girls. Blush, and do that giggle. But, I was like, ’ooh, this girl is feisty, I got to get to know her’.”

“So, what’s your whole goal here? Bothering me like you do?”  

“Well, to get you to go on a date with me. But, in the process we’ve kind of became friends.”  

She cocked an eyebrow. “Friends? Who said we were friends?”  

“It’s kind of one of those unspoken things. I just know that even though I get on your nerves, which I love doing, you don’t think I’m terrible.”

“You are incredibly annoying.”  

He wrapped both his arms around her, and kissed her several times on her forehead. “Girl, you know you love me. Here, let me take this.”  

She tightened her grip on her bookbag. “I got it, Justin.”  

“Listen, you wanna learn about romance? Let me be romantic.”  

She didn’t want to argue, so she gave it to him. He threw it over his shoulder and put his arm back around her. She shoved him away.  

“You’re not my boyfriend.”  

“I can be your boyfriend. Your prince charming. Your lover. Your best friend. Your first love,” he trailed off. She shoved him away again. “I can be anything you want me to be, baby!”  

“Shush, you’re too loud. You’re going to wake the neighbors.”  

“I don’t care! I want them to know I want to be your man!”

“Justin, please be quiet.” She pressed her hand over his mouth, and he kissed the pads of her fingers. "This is the annoying thing I was talking about.” 

"I’m sorry. I just like you so much.” “You’re a problem.”  

“I’m your problem.”  

“Enough with the cheesiness, already. Actually, you know what? I’m starting to think that you’re not charming at all. You’re just cheesy.”  

“I act this way because it makes you laugh, and I love seeing your smile. But, if you want me to be some Casanova, then I’ll be that.”  

“No, please no.”  

“I don’t understand why you won’t give me a chance. I can treat you so right. I’ll always be sweet and loving and kind. I’ll be attentive and buy you things. I’ll protect you and always will be there for you. You can be the jelly to my peanut butter; the pumpkin to my pie. And I’ll make out with you like there’s no tomorrow because you have some nice, full lips—”

“Justin"—they stopped in front of her town home. Her mother had Christmas lights wrapped around the railings of their small, concrete staircase—"You’re just not my type. Sorry.”  

“I don’t believe you.”

“You should.”

He squinted, and walked closer.

“See,” she said. “You don’t make me nervous, you don’t cause my heart to race—” He slid his hands across her waist. A sensation kissed her sides and made the tips of her fingers tingle. She bit down on her tongue and found the courage to push him away again. “And you definitely don’t cause butterflies in my stomach.”  

“Really? Because you tensed.”  

“I felt threatened.”  

“You felt something, alright.”  

She scoffed. “Just give me my bookbag.”  

“I will, but you have to promise me we can hang out tomorrow.”  

“No.”  

“Yes.”  

“No.”  

“Yes.”  

“No.”  

“I don’t have classes tomorrow,” he challenged. “I can do this all night long.”  “Why are you so stubborn?”

“I can ask you the same question.”  

“Maybe I just really don’t want to go on a date with you. Not every single girl wants to jump on the Justin train. Besides, you’re a heart breaker.”  

“Am not.”  

“Are to. You made Karen cry.”  

“It’s not my fault that she took my kindness as flirtation. Flirting is what I’m doing with you. You know, working my magic—”  

She snorted. “What magic?”  

“—with Karen, I made conversation like: 'hey, how are you?’, 'you look nice today’,” he continued as if she didn’t interrupt him, “not ’you can get your bookbag back once you promise to go on a date with me’.”

“Karen really liked you, you know?”  

“I’ve apologized. But, honestly, I’m not obligated to show my affections to someone just because they have a crush.”  

She got closer to him and snatched her bookbag away. “Exactly.”  

He folded his arm around her back and held her tight against him. “But, you like me back.”  

“I do not.”

“I can see it in your eyes.”  

She laughed heartily. “You’re delusional.”  

“I’m gonna get that date. I guarantee it.” Then he kissed her on the forehead and he let her go.  

She opened the door to her home. “Never gonna happen.” The warm air floated past her head, tickling her ears. “Goodnight, Justin.”  

“Goodnight, Princess. See you tomorrow.”  

“And Justin?”  

“Yeah?”  

“Quit kissing me.” She rolled her eyes again and closed the door behind her. “So annoying.” 

[itsparanoiaa]

no bc why is there no more new jason mccann imagines ?! i hate life ?!?

anyways

i made a jason mccann character ai bot bc i got sad

[caffeineandcatnip]

yeah rest in piss Toby Keith 😎

[dismaltouch]

her life felt like a joke as of late. couldn't go anywhere without a watch dog, couldn't do anything she was used to doing previously. all she was, was a prisoner. stuck in her own personal hell for seemingly the rest of her life. this wasn't the way she wanted to live. she missed having freedom, but she never could find the right time to escape. being consistently under surveillance made it a little difficult to find an out. evidently, her word to keep silent wasn't enough for him. he never was a trusting man. ' is that what you think you did ? you think you saved me ? ' a bitter laugh escaped her at that, finding the male's logic absolutely insane. willow refused to answer him, wasn't going to engage in that argument with him. she might be tempted to ask him to put her out of her misery in a fleeting moment of weakness. ' yeah, right. it's my fault. it's not for your fault for coming around in the first place. right ? 'cause you can't take responsibility for the fact that you fucked up my life more than i ever could have. ' willow stayed firmly planted where she was, arms folding across her chest defiantly. ' no. i want someone else to accompany me. you're the last person i want to be forced to be around if i'm not allowed to be on my own. '

then comes another deep sigh from the male, already fed up of letting her explore outside. at least when they're inside he doesn't need to be with her 24/7 and he knows exactly where she is — it's a win-win situation in his eyes. ' yeah well it's that or you're dead. i don't know how you can't get that through your thick skull. i saved you, made use for you and now you get to live. what, you don't want to live anymore ? is that it ? should i take you out back and shoot you now ? ' scoff emits his lips at her sarcasm, though in truth he does somewhat enjoy the back talk between the two as much as it gives him a headache — willow has always kept him on his toes. ' it's your own fault, if you didn't tread where you weren't supposed to you wouldn't be here with me. you're nosy and now you're paying for it. ' that's his argument, shrug of his shoulders as he begins walking ahead. ' come on, i'm not staying out here all fuckin' night. '

[medievalandfantasymelee]

The First Round of Contest Has now Concluded.

This Round began with 148 Contenders - Now 74 remain.

All polls in this round (as well as summaries of each day's results) may be found here

The 10 Closest Tilts in the First Round (in Reverse Order) were

10. The Sheriff of Nottingham [Alan Rickman] Def. Kili [Aiden Turner]

9. King Marke of Cornwall [Rufus Sewell] Def. Prince Prospero [Vincent Price]

8. Sir Guy of Gisbourne [Basil Rathbone] Def. Finan [Mark Rowley]

7. Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert [Ciaran Hinds] Def. Robert the Bruce [Chris Pine]

6. Hugh Beringar [Sean Pertwee] Def. Father Beocca [Ian Hart]

5. Bard the Bowman [Luke Evans] Def. Will Scarlet O'Hara [Matthew Porretta]

4. Lin Shu [Hu Ge] Def. Arman [Matvey Lykov]

3. Meriadoc "Merry" Brandybuck [Dominic Monaghan] Def. Geoffrey Chaucer [Paul Bettany]

2. Saladin [Milind Soman] Def. Jon Snow [Kit Harrington]

1. Rodrigo Borgia [Jeremy Irons] Def. Lord Tywin Lannister [Charles Dance]

And the 10 Tilts with the widest margins of victory were (in reverse order):

10. Inigo Montoya [Mandy Patinkin] Def. Corlys Velaryon [Steve Toussaint]

9. Frodo Baggins [Elijah Wood] Def. Prince Chauncley [Daniel Radcliffe]

8. Aragorn Elessar [Viggo Mortensen] Def. Ahmad [Mahesh Jadu]

7. King Henry II [Peter O'Toole] Def. Thomas Becket [Richard Burton]

6. Thorin Oakenshield [Richard Armitage] Def. King Edward IV [Max Irons]

5. Gawain [Dev Patel] Def. Matrim "Mat" Cauthon [Donal Finn]

4. Éomer, Son of Éomund [Karl Urban] Def. King Arthur [Sean Connery]

3. William Thatcher [Heath Ledger] VS. King Vortigern [Jude Law]

2. Boromir, Son of Denethor [Sean Bean] Def. Alessandro Farnese [Diarmuid Noyes]

1. Faramir, Son of Denethor [David Wenham] Def. Uther Pendragon [Gabriel Byrne]

The Tilt with the most votes (by far) at 5,177 Votes was Geralt of Rivia [Henry Cavill] Vs. Sir Gary Galavant [Joshua Sasse] Which Galavant won with 57.7% of the Vote

It was an exodus of two-by-twos this round with both of our Ewan Mitchells [Aemond Targaryen and Osferth], both of our Henry Cavills [Geralt of Rivia and Charles Brandon, Duke of Suffolk], AND both of our Iain Glens [Ser Jorah Mormont and Prince Hamlet] losing their respective tilts to Erik Thurgilson [Christian Hillborg], Fili [Dean O'Gorman], Galavant [Joshua Sasse], Prince John [Oscar Isaac], "The Player" [Richard Dreyfuss] and Ned Stark [Sean Bean]. Even both of our Laurence Oliviers [Prince Hamlet and Henry V] were sent scurrying to the vents in disgrace, losing their tilts against Cesare Borgia [Francois Arnaud] and Elrond Half-elven [Hugo Weaving].

In fact, nearly of of the men of Middle Earth fared uncommon well in this round, with only three losing their matches. Haldir [Craig Parker] was unable to best the charms of that most magnificent of minstrels, Hubert Hawkins [Danny Kaye]. Kili [Aiden Turner] had a strong start against George, the Sheriff of Nottingham [Alan Rickman], but the race tightened about halfway through, and the Sheriff was able to pull through a stunning last-minute victory. Despite his brutal focus and discipline and grim sense of humor, Uglúk [Nathaniel Lees] suffered a crushing defeat under the cloven hoof of a greater and sexier evil, Darkness [Tim Curry]. The Sons of Denethor, Boromir [Sean Bean] and Faramir [David Wenham] truly dominated their oppositions (Alessandro Farnese [Diarmuid Noyes] and Uther Pendragon [Gabriel Byrne]) and were the only competitors to achieve margins of victory exceeding 90% in this round.

The Men of Westeros did not fare so well. Of their 14 remaining competitors only four now stand:

Lord Eddard "Ned" Stark [Sean Bean]

Ser Bronn of the Blackwater [Jerome Flynn]

Khal Drogo [Jason Momoa]

Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish [Aiden Gillen]

Ser Davos Seaworth [Liam Cunningham]

Ser Jorah Mormont [Iain Glen]

Prince Oberyn Martell [Pedro Pascal]

Ser Criston Cole [Fabien Frankel]

Lord Corlys Velaryon [Steve Toussaint]

Sandor "The Hound" Celgane [Rory McCann]

Jon Snow [Kit Harrington]

Gendry [Joe Dempsie]

Aemond Targaryen [Ewan Mitchell]

Tywin Lannister [Charles Dance]

But what of our Robins and Arthurs?

We began the Round with 3 of Each, but only one of each survived the round.

While Beowulf [Gerard Butler] bested King Arthur [Richard Harris] with a handy but respectful margin of 56.8%, Sean Connery's Arthur was unhorsed by Eomer [Karl Urban] in what can only be termed a crushing defeat, with a margin of 84.4% of the Vote. Only Bradley James's incarnation was able to defeat his opposition, Prince Henry [Dougray Scott], who, though strong contender, proved no match for Arthur's winning smile.

On the Robin side, our last Robin standing, is Cary Elwes, who defeated Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan with a tidy 70.8% margin. Richard Todd's stunningly attractive but lesser known Robin was defeated by the only remaining Son of York, Richard III [Aneurin Barnard], while the iconic Errol Flynn iteration was unhorsed (rather ironically) by one of the most appallingly unjust and underhanded aristocrats in the lists, Adhemar, Count of Anjou [Rufus Sewell]. We can neither confirm nor deny allegations made against the Count of cheating, nor the veracity of the rumours circulating that the Count's rather costly saddle was stolen from his tent at the end of the day while Adhemar was enjoying a flagon of wine with fellow victors Sir Guy of Gisbourne [Basil Rathbone], Sir Guy of Gisborne [Richard Armitage], the Sheriff of Nottingham [Alan Rickman] and His Royal Highness Prince John [Oscar Isaac].

Our third Sir Guy [Michael Wincott] did not join them, as he rather unfortunately lost his match against Sir Wilfred of Ivanhoe [Anthony Andrews] and, after a rather unpleasant exchange with his cousin the Sheriff, preferred to drink in the company of a different, more polite Sheriff [Peter Cushing] (who also lost his match against the Hound [Rory McCann]) and his friend Prince Prospero [Vincent Price].)

But I am sure some of your are curious as to how the Master of Revels' list of Secret Favourites is faring. Well, I can tell you, it sustained some heavy losses this round, though a still rather healthy 34 remain in the competition. Aye, but at what cost?

[adokle]

Just some chars around the notion of The Buyer having some potential hitters within the weapons dealing empire he's implied to have built for himself.

He outsourced work in the Pre-quill (Jason and Lindsey's crew) and in 'Knuckles' (Mason and Willoughby, the bounty hunters), but I was thinking about people in his faction here.

Def more organized crime adjacent rather world conquering aligned.

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Tennyson: Part of the up the main production crew under the Buyer's purview. Loves the weapons testing stage most, though anything involving a blow torch, soldering iron, furnace, etc is a close second.

Hilton: Liaison to the crews that handle product distribution to 3rd party distributors and priority clientele. the title 'The Birdmaster' is self-appointed and not intended as an alias. Not that Hilton is real name either.

Hatch: Collector of unique salvage (Eggman, Quark, Black Arms, etc) that ends in the various corners of the black market that might be of interest to The Buyer. Not a Townsperson RE4 merchant.

The Hound: Who The Buyer sends to organize a face-to-face meeting with someone who's made themselves scarce.

Hopkirk: She's something of a Skewering Scorpion.

McNess and Lurch: Muscle, based on the guys that bring Mason and Wiloughby to meet The Buyer.

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Fun fact: Character names and titles here are taken from character and shows in Rory McCann's (aka The Buyer) filmography. Just FYI.

[hauntedppgpaints]

The results of the 23-24 blind stats bracket challenge!

Hey everyone! Thanks to all that participated in the last couple of weeks with every round of the challenge. I had fun working on it, and it was a great learning experience for future ones i would like to do.

Here is a link to the master post of the challenge, with links to all the individual polls.

The winner of the blind stats bracket challenge was:

Player 13. Sidney Crosby. 42G/52A for 94P in 82GP. 40PIM. Center.

I'm sure most of us are not surprised LMAO

and the runner-up for the challenge was:

Player 22. Zach Hyman. 54G/23A for 77P in 80GP. 48PIM. Left Winger.

Below the cut will be a list of all the players I used, attached to the number they were assigned when I made the bracket, the round they got knocked out in, along with a picture of the bracket I drew for a visual aid!

Martin Necas, CAR, round 1

Pavel Zacha, BOS, round 3

Johnny Gaudreau, CBJ, round 1

Alex Tuch, BUF, round 2

Luke Hughes, NJD, round 1

Moritz Seider, DET, round 2

Bo Horvat, NYI, round 1

Carter Verhaeghe, FLA, round 4

Chris Kreider, NYR, round 3

Cole Caufield, MTL, round 1

Travis Sanheim, PHL, round 2

Jakob Chychrun, OTT, round 1

Sidney Crosby, PIT, round 5 (FIRST PLACE)

Brayden Point, TBL, round 1

Tom Wilson, WSH, round 1

Matthew Knies, TOR, round 2

Seth Jones, CHI, round 3

Radko Gudas, ANA, round 1

Ross Colton, COL, round 1

Jonathan Huberdeau, CGY, round 2

Jason Roberston, DAL, round 1

Zach Hyman, EDM, round 5 (SECOND PLACE)

Jake Middleton, MIN, round 1

Vladislav Gavrikov, LAK, round 2

Ryan O'Reilly, NSH, round 4

Mikael Granlund, SJS, round 1

Pavel Buchnevich, STL, round 2

Jared McCann, SEA, round 1

Sean Durzi, UTA, round 3

Tyler Myers, VAN, round 1

Adam Lowry, WPG, round 1

Nicolas Roy, VGK, round 2

[zepuckinghockey]

NHL Wedding Season 2024

We're back again for another summer of NHL weddings! If you'd like to see last year's, check out this post.

If you see something wrong or someone missing, let me know! I'll continue to update this list until September when the weddings fizzle out. I appreciate the replies, reblogs, and asks with corrections and additions ❤️

6/7/24: Adam Larsson: (private wedding, no idea)

6/19/24: Jake Evans: Brendan Gallagher, Joel Edmundson, Tyler Toffoli, Nick Suzuki, Joel Armia

6/22/24: Max Jones: Trevor Zegras, Jacob Bryson

6/26/24: Adam Fox: (looked to be just family)

Josh Anderson: Nick Suzuki, Max Domi, Nick Foligno, Seth Jones, Cam Atkinson, Scott Hartnell

6/29/24: Ryan Pulock: Matt Martin, Noah Dobson, Casey Cizikas, Oliver Wahlstrom, Adam Pelech, JG Pageau, Josh Bailey, Mat Barzal, Anthony Beauvillier, Cal Clutterbuck, Bo Horvat, Simon Holmstrom, Pierre Engvall, Mikey Reilly

Jake Oettinger: Mason Marchment, Tyler Seguin, Ty Dellandrea, Wyatt Johnston

7/3/24: Mason Marchment: Jake Oettinger, Tyler Seguin, Ty Dellandrea, Brandon Montour, Mike Carcone, Owen Tippett, Sam Reinhart

7/6/24: Nic Hague: Cody Glass, Owen Tippett, Zach Whitecloud, Alec Martinez, Shea Theodore, William Karlsson, Keegan Kolesar, Nic Roy

Brendan Gallagher: Cole Caufield, Nick Suzuki, Carey Price, Jeff Petry, Chris Wideman, Tanner Pearson, Nate Thompson, Philip Danault, Christian Dvorak, Jake Evans, Sam Montembeault

7/7/24: Adam Fox 2.0: Ryan Reaves, Kevin Rooney, Will Cuylle, Vincent Trocheck, Jacob Trouba, Barclay Goodrow, Alexis Lafreniere, Blake Wheeler, Jimmy Vesey, Jonathan Quick, Ryan Lindgren, Braden Schneider, Sammy Blais, Ryan Donato, John Marino

7/10/24: Elias Lindstrom: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

7/11/24: Jared McCann: Jordan Eberle, Yanni Gourde, Vince Dunn, Jamie Oleksiak, Jaden Schwartz, Matty Beniers, Will Borgen, Kailer Yamamoto, Justin Schultz, Andre Burakovsky, Ryan Donato, Darnell Nurse, Brandon Tanev

7/13/24: Jack Campbell: Tyler Toffoli, Jake Muzzin, Kyle Clifford, Evander Kane

Alex Carrier: Frederick Gaudreau, Mathieu Joseph, Jimmy Oligny

Pierre Engvall: Simon Holmstrom, Owen Wahlstrom

Andrew Mangiapane: Johnny Gaudreau, Rasmus Andersson, Mikael Backlund, Noah Hanifin, Erik Gudbranson, Mack Weegar, Troy Stecher, Jonathan Huberdeau

Kyle Connor: Zach Werenski, Evgeny Svechnikov, Connor Hellebuyck, Tony Calderone

Eetu Luostarinen: Niko Mikkola, Lundell Anton, Aleksander Barkov

Tyler Madden: Alec Turcotte, Akil Thomas

Zack MacEwen: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

7/18/24: William Carrier: Mathieu Joseph

7/19/24: Kaapo Kahkonen: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

7/20/24: Jamie Benn: Tyler Seguin, Joe Pavelski, Jordie Benn, Jason Robertson, Roope Hintz, Joel Kiviranta, Miro Heiskanen, Esa Lundell, Ben Bishop, Luke Glendenning, Ty Dellandrea, John Klingberg

Alex Killorn: Yanni Gourde, Pat Maroon, Brandon Hagel, Nikita Kucherov, Victor Hedman, Zach Bogosian, Anthony Cirelli, Luke Schenn, Ryan McDonagh, Tyler Johnson, Blaine Gabbert, Cam Brate, Andrei Vasilevskiy

Thomas Chabot: Josh Norris, Brady Tkachuk, Tim Stutzle, Mathieu Joseph

Sebastian Aho: Teuvo Teräväinen, Jesperi Kotkaniemi, Seth Jarvis, Antti Raanta, Nino Niederreiter, Jesper Fast, Jani Hakanpaa

7/22/24: Michael Bunting: Mitch Marner, Auston Matthews, John Tavares, Jake Muzzin, Morgan Reilly, Fred Anderson, Wayne Simmons, Alex Kerfoot, TJ Brodie, Kyle Clifford

7/26/24: Jake Lucchini: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

7/27/24: Connor McDavid: Leon Draisaitl, Darnell Nurse, Zach Hyman, Evander Kane, Cody Ceci, Evan Bouchard, Vinny Desharnais, Brett KUlak, Connor Brown, Ryan Mcleod, Derek Ryan, Stuart Skinner, Philip Broberg, Warren Foegele, Devin Shore, Kyle Turris, Luke Gazdic, Zack Kassian, Patrick Maroon, Sam Gagner

Carter Verhaeghe: Matthew Tkachuk, Aaron Ekblad, Evan Rodrigues, Stolarz, Ryan Lomberg, Nick Cousins

8/3/24: Travis Sanheim: Travis Konecny, Scott Laughton, Shayne Gostisbehere, Joel Farabee, Morgan Frost, Tyson Foerster, James Van Riemsdyk

Connor Ingram: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

Cody Glass: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

8/4/24: David Pastrnak: Taylor Hall, Tukka Rask, Patrice Bergeron, Brad Marchand, Zdeno Chara, Charlie Coyle, Hampus Lindholm, Jeremy Swayman, Linus Ullmark, Torey Krug, David Krecji

8/9/24: Alex Tuch: Shea Theodore, Zemgus Girgensons, Tage Thompson

8/10/24: Tyler Johnson: Yanni Gourde, Ondrej Palat, Mathieu Joseph, Ryan McDonagh, Alex Killorn, Pat Maroon, Reese Johnson, Adam Gaudette

8/17/24: Cale Makar: Gabe Landeskog, Nathan MacKinnon, Erik Johnson, Bo Byram, Darren Helm, Andrew Cogliano, Josh Manson, Kurtis Macdermid

Zachary Sanford: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

Mike Amadio: Zach Whitecloud, Ben Hutton, Brett Howden, Nic Hague, Nic Roy

Andrew Copp: JT Compher, Tyson Jost

Ryan Johansen: Colton Sissons, Luke Kunin, Roman Josi, Matt Duchene, Dante Fabbro, Cam Atkinson, Ross Colton, Miles Wood

8/23/24:

Roope Hintz: Tyler Seguin, Esa Lundell, Patrik Laine,

[hugheses]

all the video results for the nhl bff quiz

jack hughes, quinn hughes, cole caufield, auston matthews, trevor zegras, matthew tkachuk, brady tkakchuk, jared mccann, cale makar, mario ferraro, seth jones, connor mcdavid, johnny gaudreau, alexander ovechkin, jacob trouba, jason robertson, josh morrisey, anders lee

im preeeetty sure this is everyone unless i missed one in the source code. enjoy your blorbo being embarrassing

update: ok bc im so generous i went and found the ones from 2022 that werent reused this year: ryan o'reilly, sebastian aho, tyler toffoli, roman josi, thatcher demko, steven stamkos, darnell nurse, jakob chychrun, mark scheifele, mark stone, charlie mcavoy. i know theres even older quiz i will MAYBE go searching for

[positivelybeastly]

Hello! I've been a fan of Hank since I was a kid, primarily owing to his portrayal in the 90s cartoon. With the airing of X-Men '97, I've been reminded of how much I love the character and have been looking into his comic appearances; unfortunately, I'm not quite happy with the direction he's been written in recent years (read: X-Force). So, I was wondering if you had any suggestions for older comic runs I could read to get my fill of my favorite bouncing blue Beast?

Hello there, friend! I hope you're well, and perhaps still perusing this blog from time to time? Hard to tell, given the lack of a moniker, but I'll throw this into the Hank McCoy tag, just so you have a better chance of seeing this.

I am currently in the process of writing up a full Beast reading order, but I've only gotten up to 1981 thus far - really do need to get back on that - so I'm going to give you a somewhat less specific, but far more immediate answer to your question! To wit!

X-Men: First Class, by Jeff Parker.

X-Men: Season One, by Dennis Hopeless.

X-Men: Children of the Atom, by Joe Casey.

Amazing Adventures #11-17, by Gerry Conway.

X-Men Unlimited vol. 2 #10, by Homs.

Avengers vol. 1 #138-211, by, well, a lot of people.

X-Men: The Dark Phoenix Saga, by Chris Claremont.

Marvel Team-Up #124, by J.M. DeMatteis.

The Defenders/The New Defenders #96-152, by J.M. DeMatteis.

Marvel Heartbreakers, by Jim McCann.

X-Factor vol. 1 #1-70, by Bob Layton (bleuch) and Louise Simonson (yay!).

X-Men Unlimited vol. 1#10 and #14, by Mark Waid and Terry Kavangh.

Marvel Presents #85-92, by Scott Lobdell.

Wonder Man vol. 2 #5 and 6, by Gerard Jones.

Avengers Two: Wonder Man and Beast, by Roger Stern.

New X-Men vol. 1 #114-154, by Grant Morrison.

Astonishing X-Men vol. 3 #1-35, by Joss Whedon and Warren Ellis.

Secret Avengers vol. 1 #13, #16, #20, and #21 by Nick Spencer and Warren Ellis.

Exiles #1-6 vol. 2, by Jeff Parker.

S.W.O.R.D #1-5 vol. 1, by Kieron Gillen.

X-Men: Endangered Species, by Mike Carey.

Wolverine and the X-Men #8 vol. 1, by Jason Aaron.

Amazing X-Men vol. 2 #1-5, by Jason Aaron.

A+X #4, #7, #12 and #15 by Kaare Andrews, Zeb Wells, Christos Gage and Jai Nitz.

Uncanny Avengers vol. 3 #28, by Jim Zub.

Astonishing X-Men vol. 4 #13-17, by Matthew Rosenberg.

Marvel Age #1000, by Rainbow Rowell.

These are, of course, scratching the surface, because Hank is a goddamn cameo king, and you can usually count on him to have some good lines or good characterisation because people actually really enjoy writing him, but these are the ones that come immediately to mind! I hope this helps.

[adreamingofguns]

Top 5 old men?

This is sooo hard for me 😂😂 I'm gonna do real old men for this because it's easier 😔

1. Cary Elwes because of course

2. Charles Dance listen. He's peepaw.

3. Everything I find out about Giancarlo Esposito I am more and more delighted about so he's going on the list.

4. Anthony Head, my original old man husband

5. Vincent Price bisexual king

Honorable mentions: Ken Watanabe, Donald Sutherland, Christopher Lee, Paul Newman, Crispin Glover, Peter Cushing, Laurence Fishburne, Jason Isaacs, Rory McCann, Ted Raimi I guess Jemaine Clement 😂😂

[augustconversations]

Attention!

Hi, I received a message a couple of days ago for a specific request. I’ve lost that message. I have no idea where it went. It was a request about Justin and Selena Gomez. If you’re that person and so happen to see this, I apologize, but I’m not taking requests as stated in my bio. I’m not sure when or even if I will take requests, but if I ever do, then I will change my bio and open up a request form, which will be linked in my bio. Sorry for the inconvenience, and thank you for understanding <3 

[itsparanoiaa]

got bored here you go

[your-divine-ribs]

Ice Cold Part 14

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Lyla struggles to make sense of her emotions…

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By some miracle Raj survived his injuries, and Jen stayed in Paris with him for the following week whilst he underwent surgery and was strong enough to be transferred to a hospital back in the UK. Meanwhile I was flown home the very next day amid a whirlwind of speculation that the criminal network that Van worked for were losing a grip on their stronghold and were acting out of desperation by ordering such a brutal attack. Although Van had taken out the primary target by administering a deadly poison, the other two gunmen had been given different assignments. They had been tasked with eliminating all agents by any means necessary, and any resulting loss of life would only serve to get their violent message across. They weren't going to back down and they were a force to be reckoned with. Twenty innocent lives had been cruelly snatched away, seen as nothing more than collateral damage.

Van evaded capture yet again, and I was lauded as some kind of hero for taking out two killers.

"Lyla, you never cease to amaze me, you said you wouldn't let me down and you didn't. Absolutely incredible work."

Paul's praise settled over me like a suffocating blanket, and I could only manage a weak smile. "I was just doing my job. And if I'd acted quicker I probably could have prevented all those people from being killed."

"Nonsense!" Paul said forcefully. "You couldn't have foreseen what was about to go down. Many more would have lost their lives including Raj if you hadn't taken that gunman down when you did. And as for wrestling Van's gun out of his hands and shooting the other attacker..."

Paul trailed off, shaking his head in amazement, glowing with pride. I looked down, unable to carry on looking him in the eye. I felt sick to my stomach about the lies that I'd told and the knowledge of what I was doing in Van's hotel room whilst innocent people lay dead and dying.

No one seemed to question the glaring holes in my improbable story. Like what happened to Van's gun after I'd managed to unarm him and shoot the other assailant. Or how the dead man ended up in the bathtub of the hotel room that Van had been occupying. All they were interested in hearing about was how I'd courageously faced up to Van once again and escaped with my life intact. I was relieved that Jason was following up leads in Berlin as he would have likely seen straight through my charade.

"You'll be pleased to hear that there's going to be plenty of assignments coming up," Paul said, poring over the stacks of paperwork on his desk. "I know how you hate being stuck in the office."

Those words would usually have my heart racing with excitement, but they elicited the opposite reaction this time. I'd been thinking of requesting to be taken temporarily out of the field again, worried that my severe lack of judgement between right and wrong when it came to Van could result in someone from my team losing their life. But how was Paul to know? He was caught up in celebrating this apparently valiant version of me that was very far from the shameful truth.

"But I'll be needing to follow up some leads in the office following on from what happened," I mumbled uneasily. "There's plenty more agents champing at the bit to get out there."

"Not ones as experienced as you. In fact I'd go as far as to say you're the very best agent we have working in the field at the moment." Paul paused, a proud smile forming as he spoke his next words. "And that's why I want you as lead on this McCann case. I know Jason was desperate for the role, but in all confidence you're the only one I trust with such an important task."

My heart plummeted. "Lead on the case? But... but I'm not sure..."

My boss cut me off, raising up a hand and resting it gently on my shoulder. "Don't doubt yourself, I have every confidence in you. I just know you're going to be the one to bring him down. Come on, you can do this, you said so yourself. Make your dad proud after all, hey?"

I felt like my heart was made of lead it sunk that heavily. "I don't... errr... I don't know what to say."

"Just say yes," Paul said, squeezing my shoulder lightly in an encouraging gesture. "I have complete faith in you."

I left Paul's office that afternoon with the weight of the world on my shoulders and went straight to the shooting range to try and burn off some of my nervous energy. There was usually something about the reassuring weight of my gun in my hand and the satisfaction when the bullet hit the target that calmed me. Today however was different. My head spun and my vision blurred. My hands trembled. I kept picturing Van standing at the other end of the range rather than the human shaped diagram. I imagined that a head shot was a fatal blow and a shot direct to the heart area pierced flesh rather than paper. And I just couldn't do it.

I left the shooting range after thirty minutes with a lump in my throat and doubts raging through my head about whether I was really up to the job.

That evening my flat seemed smaller and more claustrophobic than usual but with the frequency of organised hits escalating all agents had a strict curfew. The homes of significant persons on the case were under surveillance too in case an attempt was made on anyone's life. Paul had made sure a trusted colleague was staking out my apartment, positive that Van would try and target me as revenge for Paris.

I tried to busy myself but it was no use. The simple pasta meal that I made for dinner was a struggle to swallow down. I tried to flick through a magazine but the words swam on the page. I sighed, slumping down on the sofa and tipping my head back, closing my eyes... and I was instantly transported back to the hotel room in Paris. I could see Van clearly in my mind, the feel of his strong hands gripping me, the way his eyes blazed with need, the heat of his breath scorching my skin. I tried to push the thoughts away but they were only replaced by a different image. It was Van again, completely devoid of any of his usual menace, almost pleading with me at the door.

"Please... please don't come after me again. I don't know how much longer I can keep you safe."

Keep me safe? This was the man who'd been tasked with executing me, the very man who should stalk my nightmares, not my fanciful daydreams. He'd told me he didn't want me harmed and true to his word he'd disobeyed direct orders to kill me, he'd tried to divert me away from the Paris massacre and he'd even killed one of his own to save my life. But what did all that mean?

It had been risky enough filling my head with dreams of fucking him but this was on a whole different level. This was dealing with emotions... feelings. It was infinitely more dangerous. And why should I feel anything? He was nothing to me. Our fleeting encounters shouldn't mean a thing. Yet I still couldn't get him out of my mind...

Frustrated, I grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge with a glass and made my way into the spare room where I had my desk set up and a large board on the wall that I used for pinning information on my latest assignments. Photos of Van and documents relating to the cases I'd been assigned covered the board and had spilled over to completely engulf one whole wall. It wasn't unusual for a hard-working and dedicated agent like myself to continue working on cases at home out of work hours but one look at the stack of information I had on Van showed that this was more than just conscientiousness. Tracking him had become part of my life now, as fundamental to me as eating and sleeping. I imagined him captured or dead and wondered what that would mean for my existence... how purposeless it would become.

I was twenty-five and had never had a meaningful relationship in my life since my dad got murdered. My mum had never really fully recovered and my relationship with her had broken down irreparably since my early teenage years. All she seemed to worry about nowadays was keeping up appearances. Many boyfriends and the occasional girlfriend had come and gone throughout the years, most serving as no more than a passing distraction, but never longer than a few weeks at a time.

The realisation of the fact that my life was so fucking empty stung, and I poured a generous measure of wine into my glass, tipping my head back as I drank it down, pouring out another glass immediately. I brought the glass up to my lips but hesitated, a silver-framed photo of me and my parents on my desk catching my eye. I had just turned seven in the picture, all smiles and rosy cheeks, sandwiched in between my parents who were grinning like they didn't have a care in the world. But they didn't back then. Despite my dad's dangerous career we'd all thought he was invincible at the time. It was a brutal reminder of just how fragile life was. It was precious and what was I doing with mine? Wasting it hankering after a fucked up fantasy that I had no business entertaining?

This couldn't go on. I needed to sort out my head and fast... before it was too late.

Before I could change my mind I slammed my glass down on the desk, reaching for a photo of Van on the board and tearing it forcefully down. It ripped free from its pin, fluttering down to the floor where it lay, torn. Then another came down, and another. I was like a woman possessed, snatching at photos and assignment briefs, again and again and again until I could barely see the carpet for fallen scraps of paper.

When I was finished I stood back, eyes fixed on the blank wall. It should have felt good, cleansing, therapeutic even... so why did my heart still feel so heavy?

Suddenly it was all too much. The sobs rose up my throat and burst free, hot tears brimming in my eyes and tracking down my cheeks. I screwed my eyes shut but it didn't stop them, they overspilled as soon as they were open again. The apartment felt stifling and I left the chaos of the spare room behind me, entering my bedroom and flinging the balcony door wide open, stepping out into the night. The chill air cut through the thin top I was wearing and I wrapped my arms around myself, taking another gulp of wine. I didn't care about the cold, I just needed to clear my head, think about something that wasn't Van for a while... Van... there he was again, intruding in my thoughts once again.

There was a small picnic style bench on the balcony and I slumped down on to it, hanging my head, just letting the tears flow, no longer caring about trying to stop them. Maybe I deserved this anguish, this feeling of helplessness. Maybe I deserved everything that I got.

The sharp tone of my phone ringing in my jeans pocket made me jump, but I ignored it, letting the answerphone pick up. But it rang and rang again, rudely insisting that I answered. I sighed, finally picking up on the fourth attempt, vision too blurry from tears to even read the display.

"Hello?"

There was a muffled noise, someone clearing their throat.

"Hello... who is it?"

A pause, then my heart almost slammed to a stop when the caller finally spoke.

"Lyla?"

It was him.

I tore the phone away from my ear and dropped it on to the tabletop like it had scorched me. I could just make out the faint sound of his voice as the phone lay there, he was saying my name, waiting, repeating it again...

End the call! Just pick it up, tell him not to call you again and end the call!

But when did I ever listen to that rational part of my brain? It was like my body was working against my will as my shaking hand reached out to curl around the phone and I lifted it slowly to my ear.

"Van..."

"You're upset."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Was he watching me or could he hear the tears in my voice? I quickly dabbed at my damp eyes with my sleeve, then glanced around at the dark buildings that rose up around me, wondering if he was out there somewhere close by. What if he was? An involuntary shiver shot through me, apprehension mixed with unwelcome excitement.

"I'm fine..." I took a deep breath. "What the hell are you doing calling me anyway?"

His answer was immediate. "Are you off the case?"

I braced myself, anticipating the effect my next words would have, speaking them anyway.

"No... I'm not off the case. In fact I've been promoted. I'm actually leading it."

There was a loud noise on the other end of the line, then a grunt of discomfort like he'd lashed out a fist at something. When he spoke again his voice was laced with anger.

"What the fuck? What the hell are you playing at?"

Angering Van was not a smart move, but a necessary one. If he was angry at me then it might help me to see him in a different light. His true colours. Deadly.

"We're not on the same side you know."

"It's not about sides. It's not about what's right and what's wrong. This is about us! You and me!"

His tone was razor sharp but it was the words that cut me. Us? You and me?

Alarm bells rang in my head like warning sirens. I felt like I was falling down the rabbit hole into some parallel universe where the prospect of the the two of us actually being something together was a possibility.

"There is no you and me!" I blurted, fearful of letting the concept take roots in my mind.

There was silence then and I held my breath, listening keenly for a sign that he was still there. After what seemed like a long moment he finally spoke and his voice was muted and weary sounding.

"Don't deny what you want... how I can make you feel. I can feel it... and I know you feel it too."

No! No! NO! This was all wrong!

I felt my defences rising as my mind scrambled for a response that would shut down this dangerous talk.

"Don't talk to me about feelings!" I almost cried. "All you do is kill and destroy. You're not capable of anything else! You don't know how to feel!"

"Just like you've not felt anything since your dad died?"

WHAT?

"What did you say?"

"You heard me. You've not felt anything since your dad died and you're terrified you're never gonna feel anything again. But you do now, admit it. You feel everything with me. I told you... I know you..."

I sat there, open mouthed, stunned. How could he know anything about my life? And why would he be interested? I was getting deeper and deeper into something that I was losing control of. I needed to shut it down.

"Stop! Please stop this! This... whatever it is. We can't do it. It's wrong. I have a job to do and I'm going to do it. I took an oath when I started this job. Someone has to take you off the streets."

My heart pumped as the words fired out of me, for once sounding out a threat to Van with actual conviction.

"Don't do it!" He warned, his voice raised now. "Don't fight me. You know it won't end well for you."

"You think I'm just going to give up because of some fucking stupid moment of weakness? Because that's all it was! It didn't mean anything!" I was shouting now, all fired up. "I know what I need to do now and next time I see you I won't hesitate to do it!"

Next time...

I tried not to think about how I'd see through these bold statements I was making, but I needed to do it. It was the only way. It was the only possible outcome that made sense.

"For fucks sake!" He shouted back. "Why are you doing this? You don't want this any more than I do!"

"You don't know what I want!" I protested.

"I know you want me... don't lie to yourself!"

Tears were threatening again, but I was angry this time. Angry at Van for being right. Angry at myself for letting him get under my skin. I couldn't give in. I had to be strong. I had to push him away.

"I don't want you!" I cried, sobs punctuating my words. "Why would I? You're a fucking murderer! You and the people you work for are all that's wrong with this world. You think you're any different from them? Because you're not. You're just like them. You're scum! You're just like the bastard who killed my father!"

"Don't you say that!" He growled.

"It's true! I'm going to put an end to this. And if it takes a bullet to stop you then I swear I'll do it. I'll kill you!"

Oh my god, what was I saying? Maybe I was taking this too far. You didn't just push the buttons of a man like Van and not expect a retaliation. But my heart was racing with exhilaration now, determination flooding me.

"You're treading on very thin ice... you need to watch that mouth of yours."

His sharpness was back, a threat aimed in return. This was good. This was better. This was how it was supposed to be. Van was the criminal here.

"I'm not afraid of you!" I threw the line at him knowing full well how it would rile him, and it worked.

"Trust me when I say you do not want to threaten me. Just because I don't want to kill you doesn't mean I won't take you down. If you come at me I will break you, you mark my words."

Fuck... there it was again. That familiar spark that lit deep down inside me. I knew I shouldn't but I couldn't help myself.

"What you gonna do huh, Van?" I taunted, provoking him further. "Tie me up again? Fuck me into being the submissive little slut you so desperately want me to be?"

There was a long pause and I held my breath, heard his breathing come heavy down the line. When he spoke his voice was low, full of threat and menace.

"If that's what it takes, yes. There's something you should know. I can get to you anytime... anywhere... just remember that. You think you're safe in your flat just because you have an agent sitting outside? If I wanted to get to you right now he'd be dead already. I'm just biding my time... waiting... because you're going to be mine Lyla, I can promise you that."

The line suddenly went dead, leaving me sitting there, alone, cold and shivering... but feeling alive. And that had to be worth something.

[demonscantgothere]

I just had to reblog this because I love how we're all so obsessed with his height. It's killing me. When I met Rory McCann and Jason Momoa, who are 6'6" and 6'4" respectively, the height difference was wild. I had to crane my neck to look up at Rory. You just get a feel for these things. Jason hunches a lot, though, so he somehow ended up looking a lot shorter than he is due to poor posture. YEAH, I SAID IT.

There is NO WAY he's 5'11", I call bullshit. I am a 5'3" with a 6'2" bff and our height difference looks less than him and Morfydd.

not ONLY is he 5'11" (there’s one article that says he’s 6'2" but everywhere else says 5'11" - i blame his long ass noodle body, it makes him look taller than he is)

he is also ONLY thirty years old and i am so annoyed about it.