#Josie Awards

[nashmusicguide]

Josie Sal Talks Josie Awards, Young Influences, and Singing With Jelly Roll

There’s a short history of junior high school-age singers becoming successful country artists – Billy Gilman, Leann Rimes, and of course the inimitable Tanya Tucker, who’s killing it on the road as much as anybody these days. After being nominated for Junior Artist of the Year at last month’s 10th Annual Josie Awards at the Grand Ole Opry House, opening for artists like for Aaron Tippin and Riley…

[pineapplesofhospitality]

With just 5 days to spare, I *finally* hemmed my dress for the Josie Awards. Now I can wear it without tripping over it, yay!

[doingithockeystyle]

2024 NHL Awards Red Carpet Looks

Auston Matthews, Cale Makar & Nathan MacKinnon

Connor Bedard, Sergei Bobrvosky

Brock Faber

Thatcher Demko, Roman Josi

Anders Lee

[hugheses]

Canucks: question of the day (NHL Awards version) 💭

[hockeyreport]

Quinn Hughes (VAN), Roman Josi (NSH), and Cale Makar (COL) were named finalists for the Norris Trophy on Wednesday

[imperatorrrrr]

Jack’s one sided feud with Roman growing even stronger…. first his boyfriend and now his BROTHER?!

Journey with me into the Jack Hughes v. Roman Josi Cinematic Universe.

Here you'll find endgame Roman Josi/Quinn Hughes, established relationship Nico Hischier/Jack Hughes, MVP Luke Hughes and his boyfriend who is down to clown, Simon Nemec, and a whole cast of supporting characters and cameo appearances.

Important Events:

Quinn Hughes v. Roman Josi 2024 Stanley Cup Playoffs

Nico Hischier giving up the C for Roman Josi when he joined Team Switzerland after Quinn Hughes and the Vancouver Canucks kicked Roman Josi and the Nashville Predators out of the playoffs.

Quinn Hughes' Norris Trophy Acceptance Speech feat. a special thank you to Roman Josi.

Roman Josi training with Quinn Hughes and the Hugheses and their cohorts in Michigan Summer 2024.

Jack Hughes One Sided Beef with Roman Josi:

Jack's feeling a type of way about being stuck in Michigan with his healing shoulder, while his older brother is in the playoffs, his younger brother is at Worlds, and his boyfriend is also at Worlds.

Jack watching Nico give up his C for Roman and everyone make a big deal about it.

Jack watching Nico turn into a giggling mess around Roman as they win games together, celly together, strategize on the ice together, and make it all the way to the Worlds final together and win silver together.

Quinn thanking Roman fucking Josi in his speech when he wins the Norris at the NHL Awards.

Roman showing up to train with the Hugheses.

Quinn giving interviews and being secretive about the things he and Roman discussed.

Jack going back to New Jersey to finally be reunited with his Captain only for said Captain to be yapping nonstop about all the things he learned from watching Roman be a Captain at Worlds.

Luke absolutely stoking the flames of Jack's one sided beef.

We get to the Olympics and its been a couple years of two of the most important people in his life absolutely gushing about Roman fucking Josi all the god damn time.

Plus, Luke, who just says things to rile Jack up.

Jack having to watch in real life in front of his salad, Roman and Nico cellying together, playing together.

Jack having to watch in real life in front of his salad Roman and Quinn flirting.

and it all comes to a head in what will hereafter be known as The Incident

featuring guest spots by the Chucky Brothers, Jesp and Petey in the stands being bitchy and judging everyone, Team Switzerland: Siegs and Timo and Pius Suter and Nino and Kurashev and JJ Moser, Sidney Crosby watching and reporting everything to Geno, the New Jersey Devils who aren't at the Olympics having a watch party because they know Jack is going to absolutely erupt, and much much more.

and most importantly, Roman Josi has no fucking idea.

coming to an AO3 near you at some point in the future when I finally write this crackfic of my dreams.

[mostunderratedawards]

Most Underrated Drama

The Girls on The Bus

Hijack

The Woman in the Wall 

The Buccaneers

Monarch : Legacy of Monsters

The Curse

[theafictionados]

Every Afictionados Best Line Award (Brittany)

Riverdale Episode 717: A Different Kind of Cat by the Afictionados Podcast Network

[emotionaldreamer]

JOSEPH WON THE MTV MOVIE AWARD!!!!

The video is courtesy of Mtv Awards on Twitter

[offsidenewsco]

🏆Between Miami #StanleyCup parties, sexy free agency signings, and drama-filled trades, we've got a lot to unpack this week. May we never hear about Mitch Marner or Jacob Trouba ever again.

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[holyhuppert]

"During the past decade Ms. Best has emerged as London’s all-purpose leading lady in roles that run from mouse (“The Heiress”) to man-eater (“Hedda Gabler”). New Yorkers now have the welcome opportunity to savor the care and intelligence with which she constructs a character. The part of Josie, the rural giantess (“so oversize that she is almost a freak,” O’Neill writes), is not a natural one for the fine-boned Ms. Best, but she makes it fit.

[...] the night belongs to Ms. Best, who clearly and winningly maps the contradictory levels of Josie Hogan, both the blustery facade and the sensitive core. Her not matching O’Neill’s description of a big bruiser only feeds our sense that Josie has created a persona to hide behind, as Ms. Best clomps about the stage like a wrestler in search of a match.

The toll of sustaining this facade registers with touching specificity in the play’s penultimate scene, when a weary Josie collapses like a marionette with its strings cut. It has been hard shouldering all that pretense for so long. Of course the realism of the moment is probably enhanced by Ms. Best’s also having had to shoulder the entire emotional weight of a heavy play."

The New York Times praising Eve Best for her Broadway debut role, Josie Hogan in the 2007 version of A Moon for the Misbegotten, for which she received her first Tony Award nomination.

[emotionaldreamer]

God I love this man so much 😍

JOSEPH QUINN accepting the MTV Award for Breakthrough Performance

↳ #using his platform to vocally support writers? king shit #also a good message to the fandom tbh

[nashmusicguide]

A Heartfelt Thank You to The Josie Music Awards From Irene Michaels 

One of the biggest surprises for Irene Michaels was winning Best Song of the Year in a pop song category last year at the 2023 Josie Music Awards for her hit song “I Like Rain.” It took her completely by surprise as she wasn’t aware of being nominated in that specific category. She was thrilled beyond words when they announced her name and from that moment on, she began to look forward to this…

[traumatrios]

the name of the game

pairing… dodge mason x fem!reader

wc… 2.3k

summary… you don’t talk to strangers— but there’s something different about dodge. was it his charm? his looks? or the way you couldn’t get him off of your mind?

warnings… ends in smut, face riding, drinking (not drunk sex), iconic red cowboy boots, brief pain pleasure, dodge is soooo delusional

josie’s notes! um i kinda don’t remember how panic ended for dodge (i finished it a week ago) so take the beginning plot with a grain of salt

otherwise enjoy my lovelies ❤️

Dodge didn’t have many friends to begin with, but with most of the kids his age out of Cape and attending college, he did feel quite lonely. 

He’s not a stranger to the fact that college wasn’t in the cards for him– he had too many responsibilities. He knew his sister could very much take care of herself, but lazy Sunday’s on the couch next to her was where his heart truly belonged. 

His mother needed help managing the restaurant, because as much as she prided herself for her hardworking motherhood and independence, he saw the breath of relief she had whenever he was there.

He was perfectly fine as a blue collar working adult. What did he need college for anyway? It was too expensive, especially after the necessary but monetarily disappointing ending to Panic. He was too old to apply now.

Dodge took his time off of working at his bar to nurse the foam of a beer from another in a neighboring town. 

Was this really what his future was? He was dangerously nearing a seat in the same boat as the men surrounding him in the ambience of the dive bar: old (21) with a family at home (he was unattached with a sister and a single mother 5 minutes away from his apartment). 

Dodge might as well accept it; this was his destiny.

But the glimmer of fate came to him through a vision he wasn’t sure whether he was imagining from the wild dreams in his head or the material of a Playboy magazine. 

The mechanical bull sitting in the middle of the recreational space of the bar with a pretty girl attached to its saddle.

Dodge couldn’t tell if you were a saddle bronc rider (like himself) or just intensely familiar with your hips. You rode the mechanical bull like it was a kids bicycle with training wheels.

But with how you grinded against the fur of the mechanical bull with the rhythm it was bucking, he landed on the latter.

It was entrancing to look at, he admitted. The winks you sent into the collecting audience only strengthened his hopes of getting one shot at him. 

The mechanics continued to whir and spin you around, pathetic attempts to throw you off of the attraction you were obviously very skilled at riding. Have you been here before? Has he just never noticed you?

How could he never notice you.

Before he knew it, Dodge was leaning against the inflatable rim of the attraction, eyes wide in awe of your performance. One hand gripped the braided rope attached to the nape of the bull’s neck whilst the other waved in the air freely to your girlfriends, who had been screaming your name in the same way Dodge heard it yelled by paparazzi during award shows his sister watched on the weekends through the television.

The moderator of the attraction seemed just as impressed as anyone else watching you, even holding the twinge of suspicion some kept in the quirk of their brow. A crowd eventually formed around your performance, whistling and cheering you on as the meat of your calves squeezed the sides of the bull’s stomach.

Dodge thinks he heard a “yee haw!” come from the intoxicated group of guys (no younger than 30) stuffed in a booth attached to the wall facing your ass.

Bright digits flashed on the screen beside the control booth, announcing the new high score of Big Star Bar. 2 minutes and 36 seconds.

As you unmounted the artificial bull, Dodge didn’t pull his eyes away from you like the rest of the crowd did. You weren’t a one hit wonder, he had to know your secrets. What was a girl with hips like yours doing in a random dive bar in Texas?

Dodge wasn’t sure how to approach you, especially after losing you in the crowd of girls in identical cowboy hats and guys in flannel. He was lucky enough to skin his eyes over the bar and spot your sparkling red boots tapping and gliding against the dingy dance floor.

The boy filed through the crowd until the heat in the air turned from heavy to sweaty dance floor heavy. 

Dodge scanned the horseshoe— painted? —on the back of your jean jacket and how it paired with your cowboy boots. It felt like something out of a movie, seeing your outfit.

“This your first rodeo?” he greeted, though from his stance behind your back, he wasn’t surprised by the small jump in your shoulders. But when you turned around, you were just as beautiful up close than you were on that damn bull. Dodge noticed the thick pieces of glitter scattered across your collarbone and how it seemed to match with the other girls in your party.

“Sorry. I don’t talk to strangers,” you shrugged, offering Dodge a friendly smile in apology.

Your gaze didn’t even falter or scan him, just unwaveringly looking him in the eye before you turned around again to chat with your friends. 

“Aren’t those the most fun to talk to though?” Dodge tried, and god did it form a pit in his stomach to feel like one of those guys that pushed for a girl's attention— a bad guy.

This got you to turn back around again.

Truthfully, his looks were hard to deny; especially with that ivory colored cowboy hat on his head. Otherwise, he wore a navy tee with a pair of dark jeans and black boots; the simplest thing ever. 

One hand was stuffed in the pocket of his jeans, the other tapping its digits against the sweaty glass of a bottle of beer. 

“Do you really wanna talk? Grandma taught me that boys like you never want to just talk.” 

Dodge couldn’t fight against that, not confidently at least. He knew he didn’t want to just talk, but he also didn’t know what else he’d want to do. Is this what being in limbo felt like?

You gave Dodge the grace of a second before pointing an eyebrow at him and turning again, only this time walking off with your friends to a different corner of the bar.

Dodge was too stubborn to talk growing up, and in this moment— and only this moment —did he curse himself for doing so.

In Cape, everyone was a regular. 

It didn’t matter where you went or with whom, you were known better than the alphabet.

When Dodge came into town, he became a regular. In most places, at least.

He knew you weren’t from Cape because you weren’t a regular here. Which is why he was surprised to see the same red heels he’s been dreaming about since the weekend stroll into the establishment he worked in.

You knew what you were doing, of course. You knew about Dodge Mason because Gina knew about Dodge Mason, and she knew about Dodge Mason from her boyfriend Daniel.

That’s how you got here, wasn’t it? But, Dodge didn’t need to know that.

He didn't need to know how your girlfriends teased you for playing hard to get or how you began sweating just from looking into his piercing eyes.

And when those piercing eyes caught the sight of the painted horseshoe on your back, he thought it must be my lucky day.

As you sat at the bar, Dodge couldn’t think of any other way to praise whatever god trailed you in here rather than repeating the same ‘thank you’s in his head.

“Evening, lucky,” he coined the nickname from the symbol. You fought a smile at his wit, instead rolling your tongue along the flesh of your lip. 

“I’m sorry, do I know you sir?”

Dodge chortled at your act, but your face stood unwavering. Your tits looked perfect while pressed against the bar, but Dodge managed to pull his eyes a little higher to see the small tick in your neck signaling your so-called ‘confusion’.

You must’ve not liked his silence, because you picked up the silence with a small sigh and your order.

“May I have a shirley temple with just a dash of lime juice, please?” you batted your eyelashes at the unconvinced boy, being met with the playful roll of his eyes. 

Despite himself, Dodge began to concoct your beverage. You were strange, he thought. Where did you come from? Were you visiting? Would he see you again if nothing came from this conversation? How would he be sure?

He had to make sure this one counted, not like that pathetic excuse of conversation at the bar. The clicking of your nails rippling against the waxed bar behind his back mimicked the ticking clock– he might as well shoot a shot. Perhaps it was an easy target, especially with his luck sprawled against your back. 

“Did your grandma also teach you these manners?” Dodge planted the highball in front of your impatient hands. You took a look at the glass, then him, then to the glass again, where your eyes stayed as you tasted the drink. The sugar spreads across your tongue, satisfying its parched state.

“I still don’t talk to strangers,” you said, but the smirk that played on your face told Dodge something different. Your game wouldn’t fool him, not when you drop it just as limp as that. Did you want him like he wanted you?

You two weren’t strangers, no, he knew you were meant for something more. 

“So you admit to it,” he turned his head from the focus on your drink, only to catch your face hot with guilt. He chuckled to himself at your game.

“We ain’t strangers. This is our second meeting, perhaps fate is sending a message?” God, when did Dodge Mason become so sappy? He was grasping at the ends of a rope he wasn’t sure you were on the other end of.

But then you smiled. You smiled and twirled the skinny black straw around the ice of your drink. “And what message would that be?” you challenged.

Dodge leaned his elbows on the dark oak of the bar. He wet his lips with the tip of his tongue before his proposal, or rather, ‘the message’. “You should come home with me tonight.” He kept it at that; simple and charming. 

You giggled like a schoolgirl at his confidence. By the looks of it, he had been a lustful young adult, admittedly like you, with maybe a studio apartment. Your mind could only think of one thing he planned to do if you accepted the invitation, and you knew it wasn’t puzzles and lemonade. 

Were you opposed? Not entirely. 

“And what would this night entail? What do I get from entering your home? You gon’ drive me home after?” You matched his stance, leaning forward on the folded elbows you stuck to the waxy countertop. Dodge felt a stream of intimidation flow through his veins at the way you pointed your eyebrow at him.

“Might have to come to find out,” he replied, swiping his tongue over the toothpick that hung from his mouth. You couldn’t restrain your eyes from flickering down to the pair of lips. 

You were sure the sharp metal of his handle left a burning mark when he pushed you against it in the barren hallway of his apartment building. But with the incessant kissing of his lips distracting your mouth– and eventually everything else –it didn’t matter much to you anymore.

Your frame had been stripped of all fabric, laying in addition to his in the ratty hamper dejected in the corner of his room. Soon enough, he was insisting on a third round to cure the burdens of his barren tongue.

“Wanna see how you ride up close, baby,” he reasoned through a hushed tone, kissing the clammy skin of your temple.

How could you refuse? Especially when his hands began to rub those soothing circles into your hips and the tip of his tongue licked the shell of your ear during the whisper.

When he was prodding his tongue into your entrance a few minutes later, you knew it was the right decision to follow him out of the door. With your tits bouncing underneath the warm light thrusting through the ceiling of the sauna he called his room, Dodge took it upon himself to bruise your skin of this (rather heated) interaction through two large grips of his hands on your ass whilst you fucked his face. 

Dodge’s curious tongue soon turned into a hungry one, accompanied by the brief scraping of his teeth against the puffy lips of your pussy. The small bumping of his skull against the wooden headboard spurred him on rather than slowed him down, and you hoped the string of moans and mewls coming from your mouth were enough gratitude to satisfy his desires.

Due to popular demand– a loose request that fell in pieces from Dodge’s dumbstruck position underneath you –you wore his cowboy hat, glaze sticking from your hairline onto the weaved material. Dodge didn’t mind, in fact, he reveled in the thought of that same sweat mixing with his own during a rodeo. Dripping down his face just like how the sudden flood of your sweet juices were coating the stubble on his chin and the point of his nose. 

Dodge lived up to his word the morning after, tapping the ends of his fingers against the leather of the steering wheel to the tune of Bruce Springsteen’s voice singing “Glory Days” from the beaten up radio of Dodge’s Cadillac. Summers' heat wavered through the air of Cape even when Dodge drove past the speed limit on a lonely road. 

When you arrived at the doorstep of your grandmother's house, Dodge didn’t worry about the possibility of seeing you again, only admiring the way you swayed your hips and clicked your heels against the pavement during your strut. The corners of his lips pulled up into something that was not quite a smirk. 

He liked how your game was turning out.

traumatrios, 2024

divider by @saradika-graphics !

[thewritingofspencerrose]

Mamma Masterlist

yay quinn on a well deserved norris trophy win!

"Oh my God," Is all I can say as Quinn's name gets called for the Norris Trophy. Jack standing to my left prompts my legs to do the same, trying my hardest to take a wiggling Ellie from Quinn while Cohen sleeps on my hip, just five months old.

My face nearly splits open from the smile I'm wearing, Quinn ducking in to kiss my lips as he places Ellie on my other hip, kissing the top of her head and the top of Cohens. He moves down the line, hugging Luke and Jack and his parents before moving to the stage.

"Here, Elle Belle, come sit with Uncle Jack," Jack offers, her running over as soon as she's on the ground to take a seat with her 'favorite' uncle.

Thank you, I mouth, Jack just smiling as Luke takes my hand that's not holding the baby to my lap, offering me a smile as the tears trail down my cheeks in joy.

Tears are in my eyes as Quinn makes it up, standing in a room of legends to take his trophy and the microphone.

"First off," He begins, smile bright as day. "I'd like to thank my teammates. It's a great group of guys, and - um -" He pauses, and although I've caught him on more than one occasion practicing for this moment in our bathroom mirror, he needs this moment to think through the next minute and a half.

"The reality of winning an award like this is you can't do it alone, and you really need good players around you. And I certainly have that, so thanks fellas."

"Um- to my coaching staff, great group of people, love playing for you guys. Um- Patrik Allvin and Jim Rutherford, thank you for your continued mentorship and trust. To the Aquilini family, Roberto and Francesco, for being here, nobody cares about the city and the fans more than you guys, so thank you."

"Momma," Ellie tries to whisper, stealing my attention, "Daddy got his award?"

"Yes, baby, Daddy won," I answer, Jack and Luke smiling the brightest.

"And to my family more than anything-" I can't help but look to the Hughes beside me, people who have been in my life for years, and be eternally grateful that I was accepted into it. "My brothers, its surreal to be able to go through the same profession as you guys, and my parents, for your continued support and love."

"And to my wonderful fiance," Oh God I'm not prepared for this. His eyes meet mine, smile growing impossibly larger. "This has been the first season I've been blessed enough to be a father, and truly I feel that's what drove me to be the best captain I could be. I love you and thank you for bringing our gorgeous kids into the world."

I blow him a kiss, tears still streaming as Lu squeezes my hand, chuckling.

"He was nicer to you than he was to us," He mumbles, entirely a joke, but it does earn a small laugh.

"And most importantly and lastly," Quinn continues, eyes on the trophy in hand, "to Roman Josi, congrats on a great season, wherever you are-" His eyes scan the crowd, chuckling when he finds the man in question. "There you are, when I think Nashville Predators, I think you, and you're a fantastic player and they're lucky to have you."

He turns, eyes landing on their next target.

"And Cale, I probably love watching my brothers play most, but I'd say you're next on that list, and I've learned a lot from you, so um, congrats on another great season, and appreciate you guys. Thank you."

His eyes meet mine, smile wide and eyes wrinkled at the corner in joy.

This is my boy, the father of my children and the man I love.

I could not be more proud.