#Russian Women's Hockey League

[chunkletskhl]

Blocker-bump for a young fan from Biryusa Krasnoyarsk goalie Darya Gredzen. (Image Source)

[chunkletskhl]

(The now-retired Nadezhda Morozova, who spent most of her career playing for Biryusa Krasnoyarsk)

Everybody loves a goalie, and every goalie loves a hat

[puck-luck]

luke x older reader anon again! congrats on 1k! submitting the same request, with hearts and prompt 25 🫶🏻

warnings: unprotected p in v, age gap (not major.), religious themes & motifs, pining, childhood friends to lovers vibes, best friend's brother ofc, jealousy, occasionally insecure statements from luke, really just the sweetest sex you can imagine. i LOVED writing this. hence... the length.

WC: 4,351

You’ve been friends with the Hughes boys as long as you can remember. The first time you met Quinn, it was during your first pee-wee skate. 

Your dad was a big hockey fan, so he wanted to teach you how to skate. The debate had been between figure skating and hockey– your mom loved gymnastics, dance, and figure skating, having been an artistic athlete herself. Your dad wanted you to skate regardless, but hockey felt more suited for your talents. You were a competitive child– and territorial over your toys– so your dad thought it would translate well into a hockey environment. 

He took you to the Olympics in Salt Lake when you were three years old. You went to see figure skating and two of the United States hockey games– one for the men and one for the women. To your dad, it wasn’t a surprise how your eyes grew into saucers when you watched your first live hockey game.

He’d enrolled you in peewee skate the following week. There were no girls-only leagues, so you were put into a coed league. Quinn was in the same league. You became very fast friends– you liked to talk, your new little buddy liked to listen, and then you finally got him out of his shell midway through the season and your friendship was fully cemented. Actually, the second you learned his last name was Hughes– like Sarah Hughes, who won the Olympic Gold in single’s figure skating when you were in Utah– he was stuck with you. Just because you’d preferred hockey didn’t mean you didn’t love ice skating, too. It just wasn’t your passion.

You and Quinn stayed in touch after that peewee hockey season, enrolling in the same league and requesting to be on the same team until you both graduated into the boys- and girls-only leagues. You still remained friends, staying in contact as best you could when he moved to Toronto. You’d send letters back and forth and you became a pro at interpreting Quinn’s boyishly terrible handwriting. He’d tell you about his brothers, his parents, his school, and his hockey teams. You’d keep him updated on home, but then it stopped being home to Quinn. Soon enough, you were only talking about hockey and family. ‘Did you see that Crosby won the Hart Trophy?’ ‘Yeah! Ovi got the Calder though, so we’re still on even playing field. Canadian boy.’ ‘Hey, Ovi is Russian. Choose a real American and get back to me.’

It wasn’t long until you secured an invitation to visit the Hughes during the summer. You and your family went up to Toronto to visit them and you got to play with the Hughes boys for a whole week. It was so much fun, so the next summer, you begged to invite them to your place for a week.

The tradition continued for years, alternating houses and hometowns. You and Quinn both applied to Michigan– he played hockey, you did not. You were a good player, but you’re more of a beer league girl. You weren’t recruited to play college hockey– which, for a while, you thought was weird, because there are so few female hockey players in America. You’re hoping that your lack of recruitment means that there are hundreds of amazing women who are better than you at the sport, and that helped you accept your fate. After all, Quinn would sometimes bring you to the rink when it was empty. You’d get to play for a little while– and it was nice, in college, to have someone who knew you so well.

A lot of people assumed that you and Quinn were together, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Quinn was like your brother. There was that weird month when you were thirteen and you’d gone to visit him over the summer and you’d thought, maybe… but it turned out that you were just thirteen and confused because of your rampant hormones and puberty. Quinn is just your friend, your best friend. 

All of the brothers were pretty off-limits. You’d seen the way girls had started flirting with Jack as he’d entered his teens. You’re able to admit that he’s a cute boy. Luke was an absolute sweetheart, always trying to play with Quinn (and, by extension, you) as you’d grown up. You felt so fond of Luke in a ‘look at how precious he is, I need to protect him’ sort of way.

And then, last night at the lake house, he’d helped you line up a shot in pool and kept his hand on the small of your back when you bent over the table, and your mind had been spinning ever since. 

You can’t tell Quinn, obviously. That’s his baby brother. You’re not even sure how you feel about it– Luke’s always been your little buddy. Now, he’s over half a foot taller than you, so he’s not so little anymore. Still– he’s four years younger than you and Quinn. It’s the equivalent of a freshman hooking up with a senior and you feel icky. 

Regardless, you can’t keep your eyes off of him. He likes to twirl his fork between his fingers when he’s done eating dinner. He’ll spread his legs and sit forward when he’s playing video games with his brothers. An absent-minded, crooked smile falls on his mouth every time he’s only half-listening to you or the other boys. It’s paired with a look in his eyes that you can only describe as warm and content. In twenty-four hours, you’ve noticed more things about Luke than you’ve ever seen before. 

He’s grown up. It’s still a little weird to you, but he’s 21. You’re still 24, even though your 25th birthday is slowly creeping forward. You find yourself justifying the three year age gap, persuading yourself that it’s fine to look at Luke like that, but then you catch yourself and look away. You’re pushing the idea out of your brain.

But he’s goofy, and cute, and so sweet. He’s the same Luke as always, but you’re seeing him in a brand new way.

You’re able to keep yourself at bay for over a week. The boys throw a party and invite some girls over. Normally, you’re not jealous. You’re calm. You don’t care. 

Across the room, there’s a girl flirting with Luke. She’s got a hand on his arm and you’re nursing a drink, seeing red. You’re using Jack as a shield, but you’re still able to look over his shoulder. You think you’re being slick, but it turns out… you’re not.

“What are you looking at?” Jack laughs, tilting his head at you exaggeratedly before turning.

Unfortunately, you know you’ve been found out. There’s only one thing that would have you glowering in such a way. Nothing else in sight is nearly as interesting as Luke and the girl beside him. Jack clocks it right away.

He turns back to you with a tight, knowing smile, like he’s trying to hold back laughter. He pushes his tongue into his cheek and quirks his eyebrows at you. 

“Interesting,” Jack says, swirling his drink in his solo cup and then bringing the rim to his mouth. He maintains eye contact as he sips. 

You pop the bottom of the cup, making the drink splash into Jack’s face. “Fuck off.”

He wipes his mouth and crosses his arms, cradling the drink in the pocket of his elbow. “You and little Lukey?”

You grind your teeth and glare at him in the most menacing way you can. Jack has known you for too long to be intimidated by your glares. He also never really cared that much in the first place– he’s too shit-eating to be concerned about the repercussions of his words.

Jack smirks some more. “Don’t worry,” he says, popping his jaw like he’s turning a piece of gum over in his mouth. “Your secret is safe with me.”

You clench your teeth and continue glaring. You suck your cheeks in and bite down on the inside of your mouth, lips curling with annoyance. 

“You know, he wouldn’t mind if you went over there and staked your claim,” Jack says with a one-shouldered shrug. “I don’t think he’d be upset at all.”

“Fuck off,” you repeat again. 

“C’mon, Y/N.” Jack pushes your shoulder lightly, jokingly. “You’re being obvious.”

“Quinn’ll kill me. And– it’s Luke, Jack.”

“So what? It’s not weird. We all grew up together. We’re all around the same age. It’s not a big deal. He’s had a crush on you forever.”

“It’s different,” you sing-song. “He’s younger than me.”

“Let’s go, Cougar,” Jack teases, reaching up to high-five you. 

You don’t take it, instead deciding to punch his stomach. 

Jack doubles over like you actually wounded him, but straightens up smiling. “You oughta go make him jealous.”

“You’re pissing me off.”

“Dude, I’m serious. Let’s go flirt with Trevor or something. Someone who Luke thinks you’re better than– I guarantee he’ll be over here in a second.”

Jack actually tugs you toward Trevor and explains the plan before you can even get a word in. So much for keeping your secret. Trevor, to his credit, is a very willing subject. He keeps a hand on your waist during the whole conversation and you do your best to ignore the niggling desire to look over your shoulder at Luke. 

Turns out, you should’ve been worried about Quinn.

“Get your hands off her, Zegras,” Quinn snaps, pushing Trevor’s hand off of your waist and stepping between you. “You’re not allowed to fuck my friend.”

If that’s how he feels about one of his friends touching you, then you feel a bit faint at the idea of Quinn’s reaction to Luke getting together with you. That might seal the deal– you really can’t fuck Luke.

“I’m not fucking her,” Trevor says. “We’re working an angle here, Quinn.”

Quinn scoffs. “Yeah? What angle is that, Trevor?”

“We’re trying to make Luke jealous, hello?” Trevor says like it’s obvious. 

“Oh my God,” you groan, covering your face in your hands. “Trevor, you fucking moron.”

“What?” Quinn demands, but his look turns into sheer bewilderment. “You’re doing this for Luke?”

“I’m going to bed,” you announce, stomping away. 

Trevor, somehow, is free to follow after you. Quinn hasn’t stepped in to stop him. You wish he would. He’s probably too confused. “This is good,” he says. “He’s definitely going to see us going upstairs together. Hold my hand.”

“No.”

“Dude, it was working. Luke was looking over at us the whole time.”

“I don’t care, Trevor.”

“Don’t you want him?”

“Not like that,” you hiss between your teeth. “I don’t want to make Luke jealous. I want him to come to me because he wants to, okay? Go downstairs. I don’t want to be with you right now.”

Trevor holds up his hands in surrender. “Alright. I’ll go. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

You disappear into your bedroom, changing into pajamas and climbing into bed. It’s nice to have your own bedroom in the lake house that Jack and Quinn bought with their NHL salaries, but tonight it’s bittersweet to be able to hear the party going on as you lay in bed. It’s not at all like when you fall asleep during a holiday party and your parents put you to bed, and you can still hear the laughter of the guests in your dreams. Now each bout of laughter reminds you of her, the girl whose hand was on Luke like she already owned him, and you wonder if he’s making her giggle with his stupid corny jokes.

God, last week you didn’t even like Luke. Now you’re burning with jealousy– or maybe it’s the fires from Hell, because you’ve got a completely inappropriate crush on your best friend’s little brother. You can never come back to the lake house like this, at least not until you’ve gotten over this shit. Why are you so affected? It’s Luke, for fuck’s sake.

It’s Luke again when someone comes knocking at your door. You thought it would be Quinn, ready to chew you out or question you extensively about this crush. To your surprise, the problem himself appears. 

“You okay?” Luke asks, hovering awkwardly in the doorway. His silhouette is burly and big and you have to close your eyes to shake the pang of emotion that penetrates your chest.

“Just tired,” you reply quietly. “Couldn’t stomach the party anymore.”

“Did Trevor say something to upset you?”

Quieter: “No, Luke.”

He hovers silently. You can hear the cogs in his brain turning. His pitch matches yours when he speaks next, although his tone is much more melancholic than despondent. “Are you mad at me?”

You hesitate for a second too long. You’re not mad, but you’re certainly taken aback by the uncertainty in his words. “No, Luke,” you say again, but this time the pang that goes through your chest is more familiar. You don’t want to upset him. You’ve always wanted to protect Luke from the world, but now you’ve made him unsure and insecure. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” Luke asks, and you have to take a shaky breath. He sounds so small. It’s like the time that you didn’t let him ride bikes with you and Quinn to the store, even though he begged, and then he cried and ran to his mom. After seeing Luke’s puffy red eyes and resolute determination to ignore you for the rest of the night, your soda and candy bar didn’t taste as good. In fact, they tasted a bit like cardboard. You ended up throwing half of the bar away and going home early. You swore you’d never make sweet little Luke feel that way again.

“You wouldn’t get it, I don’t think,” you tell him quietly, pushing yourself up in bed and resting on your elbows. You take a deep breath and look at him, sure that he can see the way your chest rises and falls. 

Your eyes have adjusted enough that you can see the way Luke’s mouth opens, as if to say something, then closes with a shake of his head. You notice his eyes fluttering towards the corner of your room, removing you from his line of vision. “Okay. You don’t have to tell me,” Luke says, biting his lower lip in a dejected and heartbreaking way. “I get it. I’ll go.”

“Luke,” you sigh. “Don’t be like that.”

“No, it’s fine. You don’t wanna talk to me,” he says with a shrug. “We’re not friends like that. I’m not Quinn.”

“Luke.” You push yourself up further, pushing the covers down and criss-crossing your legs. “It’s not that.”

“It’s always that. And if it’s not that, then it’s that I’m not Jack. I just– I don’t want to hear that from you.” Luke shrugs again, always defaulting to that motion when he’s deflecting because he’s big and awkward and he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. As if he’s thinking the same thing, you watch him shove his fists in his pockets and keep his shoulders tense.

“Come here,” you request, head tilted and mouth turned down with sadness. You shift your position so that both of your knees are under you and you’re sitting back on your heels. “Luke, please.”

You hold your arms out for a hug, not for the first time in your life, and Luke shuffles over. He takes his time and he refuses to meet your eyes, just stooping down so that he can wrap his arms around your middle. It’s a weird position, given that you’re kneeling on the bed and he’s half-bent over. You can feel the pout and doubt all over Luke’s face, so you reach a hand up to his curls and run your thumb over one of his more perfect spirals. He’s letting it grow out a bit and you like how messy it looks.

“Jack told me something,” you reveal softly, still petting through his hair. Luke stiffens in your arms, but doesn’t pull away. “He said you like me.”

Luke groans and struggles in your grip, even sinking to his knees to try and get out of your grasp. He’s kneeling beside the bed, and you bring your legs around so that he’s situated between them. You keep a hand on his shoulder, the other still playing with his hair. He’s evading your eyes again, looking stoutly at the floor.

“I have feelings for you, too,” you whisper, the admission feeling heavy and wrong and like a knife to the gut. Admittance is the first step, but you just feel silly. “And I don’t really know how to deal with those. You’re– I’ve known you since we were so little, Luke.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Luke says bluntly, a hint of a complaint in his sentence. “You’ve been acting weird because you like me, too?”

“I was upset that there was a pretty girl talking to you,” you say sheepishly. “And I just didn’t want to go along with Jack’s plan. He wanted to make you jealous. Thought that would work.”

“I’m always jealous when you talk to another guy,” Luke tells you like it’s obvious. “I just, kind of, gave up. I didn’t think you’d ever feel that way about me. I thought I’d get over it. Stupid childhood crush, you know.”

“Yeah,” you agree, understanding that you yourself just experienced a similar line of thinking. You said you’d get over it, but you don’t really want to. Not right now, at least, when Luke’s sitting in front of you and he’s got a tentative hand on your calf, rubbing his thumb over the muscle and staring up at you with big eyes. You bite your lip, trying to think logically about this, but all you can do is examine Luke’s features like you’ll never get to see them again. Maybe you won’t– not like this. Not in this liminal space between something and nothing. This is one of those moments that you know won’t last– because the next one will change everything. So, for a moment longer, you just reach out and run your thumb along Luke’s cheekbone, eyes flickering between his cheek, his lips, and his eyes. 

“What do we–” Luke loses his words and presses his lips together, looking up at you, expression completely tortured. He turns his head and kisses the side of your knee, which makes your heart split a bit more.

“I don’t know,” you admit. You wish you had a better answer for him. You truly aren’t sure what you can do from here. There are too many things to consider– so you won’t consider them at all.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Luke asks. 

A fond burst of laughter escapes from your chest. “Lukey, this is a twin bed. We can’t both fit.”

A pout comes over Luke’s face again. “We can too,” he insists, furrowing his brow a bit. “I’ll prove it. Move over.”

He’s climbing into your bed before you can tell him no. His long and spindly limbs are coaxing you to lay back, then warming you as he holds you tight. It’s a tight squeeze, but that just means that you’re touching him everywhere. It’s nice and you suddenly wish you were facing him, so you roll awkwardly in his arms until you’re face to face. Your noses are nearly touching and Luke is staring at you, really taking you in. 

Your eyes find his lips… and then he’s leaning in.

It’s charged with tension and electricity, but it’s soft and hesitant. Neither of you want to test the boundaries and you don’t think this feels quite real. Your stomach is swooping with bats, not butterflies, and it’s exactly what you wanted. This is what you expected when you found yourself imagining kissing Luke this past week, even if you shook yourself out of it because it felt inappropriate. Here, it feels so right that you swear you could start crying from relief. You’ve never felt that way before from just a kiss. Your chest could burst.

When he pulls away, you feel frozen in time. Your eyes are closed and his lips are right there, a hair’s breadth away. You swallow, touching his chest, palm flat. 

“Was that okay?” Luke asks.

You nod, then slide your lips over his again. 

You come together in a way that can’t be described as anything other than desperate. Your hands touch him in any way they can and Luke’s do the same. You move in tandem like you’ve got a language of your own– an indignant hum from you followed by a sweet “I know” from Luke before he touches you exactly the way you want.

Kissing the whole time, Luke gets you on your back. Your lips only part to remove your shirt, then his. Luke’s big hand cradles your jaw and neck, keeping your head and mouth exactly where he wants them. He guides you with a surprising amount of experience and sureness, although maybe he’s fueled by the same feeling of rightness as you are.

He opens you on his other hand, snaking his hand into your pajamas shorts because he can’t be bothered to remove them. His hips roll against your thigh, his long torso displacing your pelvis from his as he kisses you. He’s big– you knew it height-wise, but now you can feel him against your leg, and you want him to fill you. You want him to claim you, to take you– you want to give all of yourself to Luke. It’s madness and though you’re sure you’ve lost your mind, the crack in your chest that pours out love for Luke has taken control of your body.

After three fingers and a lot of whimpering from you, clutches at Luke’s hair and bruising kisses working in tandem with your noises, Luke works your shorts down. He breaks from your lips so that he can take you in beneath him. He touches your waist and the curve of your stomach, the one that you cringed at for so many years as a teen but finally accepted in your grown age. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he says reverently, eyes portraying nothing but sincerity.

You can’t say anything to that, nothing that can match his utterly genuine sentiment or portray how grateful you are that he took the time to say those words, so you kiss him again. You muster up an embarrassingly wanton ‘please,’ which you draw across his lips like a paintbrush. 

You can’t get enough of saying his name as he presses into you, his heavy body blanketing yours. You can feel his every muscle move as he works into you and you’ve never felt more like a masterpiece. There were times when you made fun of the phrase ‘making love,’ but sex with Luke feels intensely like you’re creating something tangible by coming together in this way. 

The moans and cries that you’re trying to stifle so that no one comes barging in should be enough to convince Luke that this is everything to you. Sweet, sweet Luke– he seems choked up when he says, “They can’t fuck you like I can.” He says the sentence like he has to prove it to you, like you’re not falling apart under his touch. He pleads with you between the words, in the spaces where you can see his breath hitch in his throat.

You’re still not sure where this night will leave you tomorrow morning. Everything, everything has turned on its head. Somehow, you feel a bit like you’ve been leading up to this for a while, not just in the past week. Luke knew it before you did.

“No,” you agree, touching his cheeks and keeping his eyes on yours. “They can’t.” You kiss him briefly, feeling his tongue swipe into your mouth before you pull away. “I’m yours.”

Luke actually keens at that, his arms straining as he shifts his weight to fuck into you harder. Because you’re so close, the bed isn’t moving enough to bang against the walls or creak on its boxsprings, and you’re glad. This is a moment for just you and Luke– you don’t want anyone hearing. You don’t want anyone to be around. You hope that they’ve all miraculously disappeared and you and Luke are the last people in the house, maybe even on Earth.

“I’m yours, I’m yours,” Luke repeats, his forehead meeting yours. You squeeze your eyes shut and inhale, his breath automatically syncing with yours. You’re overwhelmed, but deep in the back of your mind, there’s a voice reminding you about an ancient tradition in Polynesian culture where forehead-to-forehead contact and breathing together is sacred, like you’re sharing the breath of life– like there’s some power in the universe, a god or many, clicking things into place.

He unravels first, fucking you through his release with urgence akin to the sentence he said before. Always trying to prove himself– but Luke has always been enough for you. Maybe not always in this way, but now, there’s nothing he can do to shake your favor. All of the feelings in your heart have been poured out, shared and mixed with his own, and it’s created a puddle– or a bubble– around the pair of you. 

It’s been written that sex is when two people come together as one. You finally understand what they mean, joining Luke in the seas of ecstasy.

Sweet nothings and touches like worship follow. Your hands can’t get enough of Luke’s strong figure. He runs his fingertips along your body like he’s in awe of your figure, like he gets to touch a statue so lifelike and beautiful that he can’t believe it was ever a block of marble at all. 

The concerns about what will happen tomorrow don’t exist here, in your dark bedroom with Luke stuck to you like glue. For now, it’s just you. Together, breathing, touching, loving– there’s nothing else that could matter. This is it.

note: i have to work on my grad school app in the coming days, so this will probably be the last blurb/oneshot until i finish the application. but, i might get bored of writing that and could pop in to do another smut piece here and there ;) hopefully i'll chat with y'all soon! but i don't want to rush this grad school app LOL

[yanxioustrikas]

dmitri

link to the latest art of dmitri

this post is simply called dmitri, and this is hopefully everything you need to know about them! or just some fun facts lol

(this was sitting in draft since SUMMER, and since there is another rise of ocs in supablr, i thought this would be a good opportunity to revise and post this)

biography

full name: dmitri mikhailovich sokolov

pronouns: he/they

sexuality: bisexual

gender: genderfluid

age: 16 (debut), 17 to 18 (super league junior career), 19 to early 20s (post-super league junior)

birthday: may 23

height: 191 cm/6'3 ft

nationality/citizenship: russian-south african

ethnicity: russian + cameroonian

residence(s): st. petersburg, russia (birthplace), johannesburg, south africa (permanent), toronto, ontario, canada (for uni)

language(s): russian, french, english, afrikaans (fluent in first three, limited proficiency in afrikaans)

significant other: hiram romilly-choucair

family

father: mikhail sokolov

mother: nadine bahanag

sibling(s): matvey (older brother; oldest), avdotya (older sister; middle)

pet(s): squeaky (white maine coon cat)

super league junior profile

team: invincible united junior fc

jersey number: 17

position: midfielder + captain

award(s): rookie of the year, star of the match (x10), slj captain of the year (x2)

post-secondary profile

type: university

location: toronto, ontario, canada

program: fashion design - bachelor of design

varsity sports team: men's ice hockey - goaltender

extracurricular clubs: francophone club, visual arts club, cameroonian student association, literature club

possible future career: fashion designer, fashion journalist, or dressmaker

hobbies and interests

ice hockey

soccer

visual art (won a few high school awards for his artworks)

creative writing

sewing and designing

flute

dance (contemporary ballet)

russian and french literature

cooking (not great at it so they call their sister for help lol)

making mocha

strawberries

extra stuff about his family because they all have interesting lives lol

mikhail (father), he/him

a therapist, specializing in cognitive behavioural therapy and psychotherapy, and is among the best psychologists in johannesburg

did practicum at the oasis, and used to work for cognito fc for a year

ex-ballet dancer from a wealthy (and horrible) classical ballet family in moscow

other interests include dance (for old time sake and to pass on the sokolov techniques to his kids), sudoku, pilates, cooking

nadine (mother), she/her

a corporate lawyer working at one of south africa’s high-ranking law firms

cousin of el matador’s female lawyer (both also attended the same law school)

during her youth, she played defence for the u-18 cameroon's women's national soccer team

other interests include yoga, cardio, playing piano, reading classical books

matvey (brother), he/him

a flute player studying at a prestigious conservatory in london, england

has a huge platform on various social media for showcasing his passion for music

part-time job as a music tutor

other interests include reading philosophical literature, working out, photography, playing ice hockey at a recreational league (defender), dance

avdotya (sister), she/her

a food science major and a culinary enthusiast

was a contestant (two-time champion) at a national (russian) junior chef competition

currently co-president for her university’s culinary club

other interests include painting, playing intramural ice hockey (forward), dance, weightlifting, journaling

squeaky (cat), he/him

a male cat who is very talkative and friendly

was adopted from a shelter in johannesburg at 5 months olds

loves to watch the birds from inside the house, but never chases them if outside

dislikes eating fish itself, will eat if the fish is eaten with something else in the bowl

the kids love hockey and dance sm

[iceflwers]

𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷 “𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂” 𝓯𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻 !

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ THE BASICS !

— ❥ FULL NAME: Raven Marie Fischer.

— ❥ NICKNAMES: Ray, Ray-Ray, Tiny (used by many NHL players), Smiley, weirdo (used by enemies and haters), freak (used by enemies and haters), dollface (by Dominic only, no longer used), baby (by Willy only), sweetheart, honey, princess (by Willy only).

— ❥ DATE OF BIRTH: June 24th, 1996 (Cancer).

— ❥ BIRTHPLACE: Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.

— ❥ CURRENT RESIDENCE: Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

— ❥ SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French (not fluently), Swedish (not fluently), Russian (not fluently), Czech (not fluently), American Sign Language (not fluently).

— ❥ ORIENTATION: Panromantic, asexual (sex-repulsed).

— ❥ GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender female (she/her pronouns).

— ❥ OCCUPATION: Journalist for the Canadian Football League (formerly), journalist for the National Hockey League.

— ❥ FACECLAIM: None.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ PERSONALITY !

— ❥ HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff (loyal, hard-working, compassionate).

— ❥ MYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: INFP - The Mediator (empathetic, open-minded, self-isolating).

— ❥ ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type Two - The Helper (warm-hearted, sincere, sentimental).

— ❥ MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good.

— ❥ LOVE LANGUAGES: Physical touch for both giving and receiving.

— ❥ SKILLS: Writing, jewelry making, singing, baking, cooking, acting, memorization, speed writing, charming people, speed reading, reading body language.

— ❥ LIKES: Her family and friends, her hedgehog, her job, musicals, gifting her homemade bracelets to people, rewatching her favorite movies, watching all kinds of sports, being cozy, listening to music, dancing, making people laugh.

— ❥ DISLIKES: Rude people, discrimination of any kind, loud or sudden noises, scratchy clothing, mushy food textures, her ex, entitled people, high heels, how hard it is for her to read social cues.

— ❥ FEARS/PHOBIAS: Needles, people being angry or disappointed in her, dating another person like Dominic, having a panic attack or meltdown in public.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ RELATIONSHIPS !

— ❥ FAMILY: Phoebe Fischer (mother), Lewis Fischer (father), Oscar Fischer (pet hedgehog), John Tavares (father figure), Brad Marchand (uncle figure).

— ❥ FRIENDS: Mitch Marner, David Pastrnak, Joseph Woll, Austin Matthews, Quinn Hughes, Nico Hischier, Linus Ullmark, Trevor Zegras, Morgan Rielly, Matthew Knies.

— ❥ ACQUAINTANCES: Remainder of the Toronto Maple Leafs roster, Evgeni Malkin, Sidney Crosby, Jeremy Swayman, Brady Tkachuk, Connor McDavid, Jack Hughes, Luke Hughes, Tessa Virtue, majority of NHL players and coaching staff.

— ❥ ROMANTIC INTERESTS: Conner Lucas (first crush), Nick Browne (former crush), Schuyler Beauregard (former crush), Jeremy Harper (brief relationship), Dominic Cormier (ex-boyfriend), William Nylander (current romantic interest).

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ FUN FACTS !

— ❥ Growing up, Raven watched all kinds of sports, since her father was a big fan of NASCAR and both kinds of football and her mother loved baseball and hockey. Phoebe Fischer, however, is a diehard Oilers fan, and was just slightly disappointed when her daughter turned out to start rooting for the Maple Leafs.

— ❥ A few months after she was diagnosed with autism, Raven wound up having to move classes at school, as her teacher beginning to give her accommodations because she now had an official diagnosis caused most of the other children in her class to pick on her on an almost daily basis.

— ❥ At five foot four, Raven is still three inches shorter than Cole Caufield, the shortest current player in the NHL. Plenty of her friends say this is proof that her nickname Tiny fits perfectly, but she insists that they’re all just giants.

— ❥ Ever since gaining popularity with NHL fans, Raven has made a habit of making a load of homemade bracelets before every game she reports at and handing them out to female fans beforehand. She wants to help foster a better sense of community for female fans, knowing how much animosity young women can face from male fans when trying to get into a sport.

— ❥ She has also become an outspoken advocate for more inclusivity within the league, as well as queer and disability rights and greater education and support for those with disabilities and mental illnesses. She hasn’t always stayed out of trouble with the NHL bigwigs for some of the statements she’s made, but she’s never backed down and she doesn’t plan on stopping - besides, she has a great group at SportsNet always ready to support her, as well as a pretty good-sized group of tall hockey men who are used to throwing punches willing to fight back against anyone who tries to hurt her.

tagging @lovings4turn, @hiya-itsamber, & @theopenlocker !

─┈ ♡ copyright © 2024: you do not have permission to copy, translate, or repost my works, nor to use my oc ideas or plots.

[beardedmrbean]

Helsinki Areena in Ilmala has been empty and out of use since EU sanctions affecting its Russian owners made it impossible to pay them any money.

It's a big facility, and it leaves a big hole in the capital's sporting and music calendars. It has caused a problem for Jokerit, who had played in Russia's KHL league and used the arena as their home venue, but will now return to the second-tier Mestis league for the 2023-24 season.

The ice hockey world championships were held at Tampere's brand new arena for the last two years, with the capital unable to offer a suitable venue.

But there might now be a chance to take the arena back into use.

Ilta-Sanomat reports that the owners have failed to pay July's instalment on the ground rent, and a reminder has been sent. If the bill is not paid after a further reminder, the city could start proceedings that might lead to new owners for the venue.

If the city began to recover the debt, it could eventually lead either to the cancellation of the rental agreement or sale of the asset to raise the unpaid rent.

The municipality could also make use of legislation to execute a compulsory acquisition of the hall, which mayor Juhana Vartiainen (NCP) says he wants to see in western — or Finnish — hands.

Health centre problems

The last government brought in long-awaited reforms to Finland's system of managing health and social care. Rather than the 300 or so municipalities in the country, services outside the capital are now arranged by 21 wellbeing services counties.

Helsinki retained its right to organise these services, as the largest council in the country containing around ten percent of its population.

The goal of the reform was to save money and rationalise services, but the details are only now being thrashed out and those who think they might lose out are not happy with the plans.

Aamulehti reports that in Pirkanmaa, the region around Tampere, smaller towns are concerned about the plans. The local health authority plans to shut down 19 of the region's 40 health centres, increasing travel times to get medical care for large numbers of patients.

Now municipal leaders in many of those towns set to lose their health centres have signed a joint statement criticising the plans. They claim their residents are sicker than the average Pirkanmaa community's, and therefore it would be foolish to shut down their local health centres.

They also question the financial calculations underpinning the move to shut down their health centres, asking if it is actually cheaper to centralise services than to maintain smaller health centres' operations.

Inappropriate baseball

Helsingin Sanomat has a lengthy expose on harassment in the world of Finnish baseball (known as pesäpallo in Finnish). The sport resembles its American cousin and is mostly played in provincial, inland regions of the country.

The paper has interviewed numerous women playing in the top flight, finding evidence of unsolicited explicit photos being repeatedly sent, players being propositioned, sponsors making inappropriate comments and girls as young as 15 being targeted.

One of the interviewees reported being targeted by a male elite player who sent explicit pictures and videos. The interviewee had also been sent inappropriate messages from a series of unknown, prepaid mobile numbers. As soon as one was blocked, another would start sending explicit messages. She was under 18 at the time.

"As a child, I accepted it thinking that I just have to put up with it," said the interviewee. "As an adult, I've received several explicit pictures."

Research also supports the interviewees' statements. In 2020 the sports ethics body FINCIS found that 46 percent of female players at the highest level had experienced harassment of some sort. The same study found that 25 percent of male players had experienced something similar.

[cksmart-world]

SMART BOMB

The Completely Unnecessary News Analysis

By Christopher Smart

October 29, 2024

BRONZE TURD MONUMENT NEW LIBERTY BELL — NOT EXACTLY

We'd say you wouldn't believe this Wilson, but these days almost anything goes. A giant pile of bronze poop graced the nation's capital this past week, an ode to the Jan. 6 rioters, er uh, patriots. The mysterious monument parked Oct. 24 between the Capitol Building and the National Mall recognizes the day that will live in infamy. The inscription upon its base reads: “This memorial honors the brave men and women who broke into the United States Capitol on January 6, 2021, to loot, urinate and defecate throughout those hallowed halls in order to overturn an election.” The big bronze monument exists in our two worlds: the one where Jan. 6 was an insurrection aimed at nullifying the election of Joe Biden; and the one where thousands of patriots gathered for a day of fun and love and patriotism. More than 1,200 of them have been charged with felonies in connection with the events of that day — 460 are serving prison sentences. It's as though we've collided with a parallel universe or maybe it's the Twilight Zone. Here at Smart Bomb the staff calls it Trump World. The big bronze pile of poop sits on a desk with the nameplate of former Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi in remembrance of those who claimed to have defecated on it — a true American statement, if ever there was one. This, of course, has nothing to do with the fact that since Ronald Reagan the GOP has stoked fear and loathing of the government of the United States. Call it coincidence.

OPEN WIDE SLC — HERE COMES NEXT BIG SPORTS DISTRICT

If you liked Ryan Smith's pie-in-the sky sports district real estate development plans for downtown, you're just gonna love the fast-tracked Major League Baseball stadium plans for 93 acres on the Westside. Salt Lake City has developed zoning ordinances and planning procedures over decades with an eye toward well-planned communities, but those things are no longer necessary with big projects like these because... well just because. This is the new laissez-faire planning paradigm where money talks and everyone else can shut the hell up. The Larry H. Miller Co. has a grand plan to lure a Major League Baseball team to the City of Salt that includes big developments on either side of North Temple at 1500 West — a Big League stadium as well as commercial and residential developments and maybe some entertainment venues, too. But like Smith's Jazz/Hockey entertainment district surrounding the Delta Center, Miller's MLB thing is shrouded in vagueness and big promises not to worry. Assisting tremendously in both cases is the Utah Legislature that likes to help Salt Lake City do what lawmakers and their big-money pals want. In this case that's a sealed deal between the city and Miller Co. by Dec. 31 — of this year. After all, when have state lawmakers screwed things up. The last time they helped like this was when they put a deadline on Salt Lake City for three new homeless centers. That worked out just fine — well, not exactly.

AS McDONALD'S GOES, SO GOES THE NATION... E COLI?

Like it or not, McDonald's is a symbol of America, here and across the globe. Now the Golden Arches have been dragged into the presidential election. Kamala Harris put up her working-class bonafides by recalling working there as a teen. Donald Trump called her a stinkin' liar (imagine fibbing about working at a burger joint.) and then shoveled french fries last week for a photo-op at a McDonald's in Pennsylvania. Take that Kamala! Ironically, the vast burger chain has been struck by an outbreak of E-coli, which might not have anything to do with Trump, but who knows. Russians love McDonald's, so do the French. The Golden Arches are big in Buenos Aires, too. What can you say? Here at Smart Bomb our anthropologists can't figure it. Wilson and the guys in the band won't go near the place unless they've got the stoned-out munchies and there's no Burger King in sight. Still, Americans from coast-to-coast line up all day long for Egg McMuffins, McNuggets, Big Macs and french fries. But hold on to your ketchup packet, french fry sales are sharply down at McDonald's and its main supplier has shuttered one of its frozen spud plants. What's up? Nationally, fast food sales are down 3 percent. From April to June McDonald's global sales were off 1 percent. But take heart, McDonald's brass says its french fries have a bright future. Whether that's true for politics in the United States of America is a different question altogether.

Post script — That's a wrap for another historic week here at Smart Bomb where we keep track of McDonald's so you don't have to. On a more serious note, a new Deseret News/Hinckley Institute of Politics poll shows Donald Trump ahead of Kamala Harris in Utah by 30 points. Trump voters in the Beehive State apparently don't care their guy was found guilty of 34 felonies in a New York hush money case involving a porn star. They apparently don't care that he's still facing felony charges in Washington, D.C. for his attempted coup after losing the 2020 election. They don't care that he has been indicted for conspiring to change the election outcome in Georgia through a criminal enterprise. They don't care that he illegally removed troves of classified documents to his Florida resort where guests and employees had access to them. They don't care that a jury found that he sexually abused E. Jean Carroll in a department store dressing room. They don't care that Trump has promised to use the National Guard and U.S. military to retaliate against political foes. They don't care that Trump has threatened to strip broadcast licenses of networks who criticize him. They don't care that he has threatened on Truth Social to prosecute and imprison “lawyers, political operatives, donors, illegal voters, and corrupt election officials” who he deems to be unfair to him. But what choice do good Utah voters have, really, because they just can't vote for a Democrat — that's a bridge too far.

Things are getting crazy Wilson. Folks don't know if they're coming or going. And you thought the Tet Offensive was bad. Is the Good Ship United States about to sail off the edge of the world or does the election just feel that way. As you know Wilson, some people have had bad acid trips better than this — and they were shorter, too. Anyway, maybe you and the guys in the band can take us out with something apropos:

I woke up this mornin' with the sundown shinin' in I found my mind in a brown paper bag within I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high I tore my mind on a jagged sky I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in I watched myself crawlin' out as I was a-crawlin' in I got up so tight I couldn't unwind I saw so much I broke my mind I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in Someone painted "April Fool" in big black letters on a "Dead End" sign I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind Eight miles outta Memphis and I got no spare Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

(Just Dropped In — Kenny Rogers)

[xtruss]

Kicking Up A $10Billion Sporting Storm! Inside Saudi Arabia’s Plan To Dominate Football’s Premier League, PGA Tour Golf and More

— Image: Kryzsztof Nowak | August 10th, 2023 | Leaders | The Business of Sport

Sports fans have seen plenty of surprises this summer. Carlos Alcaraz won Wimbledon, ending years of domination of tennis by the trio of Novak Djokovic, Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal. In golf the victors of the us Open and Britain’s Open were outsiders who were given odds of winning of 1% or less. On August 6th the all-conquering us women’s football team crashed out of the World Cup after Sweden scored a winning penalty. The ball crossed the goal line by only a few millimetres.

Yet the biggest shock has been off the field, as Saudi Arabia has barged into the sports industry. Pumped up on petrodollars and desperate to reinvent itself under Muhammad bin Salman (mbs), its 37-year-old de facto ruler, it has spent $10bn on players, teams and leagues, upending golf and football. That has upset Western fans, activists and politicians, who see it as “sportswashing” human-rights abuses, and complain about the desecration of the hallowed trophies of sport.

The Economist is no cheerleader for MBS (Oh well! F*** Yourself), but this sports-venting does not bear scrutiny. The West trades widely with Saudi Arabia, the deals will not make its bad human-rights record worse, and it is not clear that the country could or would monopolise and destroy any global sport. In a turbulent world many fans see their teams as a source of pride and stability. But many forget that sport is also a business that is being disrupted. It needs to be open to new capital and fresh ideas.

Sport has long seen investment splurges, whether by media tycoons or Russian oligarchs. Even by those standards the Saudi effort is big. In football it is paying for some of the world’s top players, including Karim Benzema, to play in a revamped domestic league. It controls Newcastle United, an English club, and may bid for the World Cup in 2030. In golf a Saudi-bankrolled tournament is merging with the pga Tour, America’s men’s circuit. The kingdom sponsors Formula 1, has deals in wrestling and boxing and is eyeing winter sports and e-sports.

Do not imagine that this is a modern version of Arab royals buying racehorses that catch their eye. Saudi Arabia’s plan is state-backed and more systematic than that. The kingdom views sport as a way to reinvest oil revenues and catalyse reform at home by creating a bigger services industry and boosting tourism. mbs is a volatile strongman, but he is also overseeing some liberalisation, including of women’s rights. The spread of a globalised, consumerist, sporting culture may help Saudi Arabia shift social norms away from austere religious conservatism.

The Saudi spree mirrors a surge in institutional capital flows into sport. Since early 2020 over $100bn of private-equity cash has been deployed. America’s baseball, basketball, hockey and football leagues contain brands with reliable cashflows (partly because these are self-regulating cartels). Europe’s soccer teams, which may be relegated, are riskier but sometimes undervalued given their big fan bases. Other sovereign buyers are active. Qatar, which hosted last year’s World Cup, has Paris St Germain, a French club, and a stake in the Washington Wizards, a basketball team. Bloomberg reckons 17 of Europe’s top 98 soccer clubs are now backed by sovereigns or institutional capital.

Many of these new investors see digital disruption as an opportunity. Revenues are in jeopardy, as viewers abandon traditional television, and in America “cut the cord” on cable packages that bundle sports. For old media firms this is a nightmare: Disney is looking for an investor to take a stake in espn, its huge, declining sports network. For nimble owners of teams and brands, digital disruption holds the promise of reaching audiences directly, with a more immersive, interactive experience.

Fans often fear change will ruin something that they love. However, sport is not just a competition between players, but also for an audience—and rival forms of entertainment do not stand still. Italy’s Serie A football league is a warning of what happens if reform is too slow. Its revenues are falling, its teams are underperforming and they are mostly lossmaking. European football costs over $7bn a year to run, excluding players’ wages, and does not break even. It can benefit from fresh money.

Besides, disruption can lead to improvements that bring in new fans. England’s Premier League broke off from the rest of the game in 1991 and is now one of the world’s most successful tournaments. India’s Premier League, launched in 2008, drew millions to Indian cricket. Formula 1 has found a younger audience in the Netflix show, “Drive to Survive” and direct-to-consumer streaming. Who knows what will come from Apple’s $2.5bn investment in streaming mls, America’s soccer league; or Qatar’s backing of Padel, a rival to tennis, with 25m players.

The case for disruption, then, is clear. However, Saudi Arabia faces two other objections. The first is that it is a state actor that is not motivated by profits and has vast resources. Sport requires a competitive balance, so if an owner buys all the best players their team can in theory win all the time and the game suffers. This risk needs to be watched. However, despite decades of crazy money, no team has managed to dominate football. Saudi Arabia’s spending on players is worth only 6% of European football’s annual operating costs. Its rebel league shook up golf.

Big Fan

The second objection is Saudi Arabia’s rotten record on human rights (Bullshit & Hypocrisy. West has a worst records of human rights as compare to Saudi Arabia), including the murder of Jamal Khashoggi (He was a Washington’s Puppet and a traitor who spewed filth against Saudi Arabia), a journalist (He was a Yellow Journalist). Foes of the West like Russia (Not true and big fat lie. What a Hypocrisy?) face sanctions (Nothing happened to Russia. Still alive and very much thriving. Read UN report.), which include sport. Yet the kingdom is not in this category. America and Europe did $140bn of trade with Saudi Arabia in 2022, including in oil and weapons—both more strategically sensitive than putting. And although some club owners gain influence, controlling sports assets does not seem to blind the Western public or their governments. Even Roman Abramovich, an oligarch who bought Chelsea to court Britain’s elite, has not escaped sanctions. As Qatar found with gay and labour rights (Qatar is a sovereign country and they have their own laws and regulations. That’s why they didn’t give a fuck to the World’s hypocrites. They managed the World’s elite event very successfully. Critics needs an immediate Psychiatric evaluation, tons of pills and a long bed rest not to wake-up again.) in the 2022 World Cup, sponsorship can sometimes bring more scrutiny.

An ever-expanding list of activities are restricted around the world on grounds of national security, well-being or morality: think of semiconductors, social media, and energy and arms. Adding sport to the list is an own goal. ■

— This Article appeared in the Leaders Section of the print edition under the headline "Kicking up a Storm"

[shutth3puckup]

https://www.tumblr.com/shutth3puckup/723180273907466240/when-the-anon-said-if-players-like-foreign

It’s always seemed like that for long term public relationship they tend to go for white women of their own country Russians with Russians, Czech with Czech, finish with finish and ect and for NA player for those long term relationship they’ll usually go for white and blond women from Canada or the US. I’ve noticed that even with NA players Canadians go with Canadians ( from the same province as well) and same for Americans but not at the same rates of Europeans players

For hookups as we all probably know by now they don’t try to meet the NHL beauty standards (for wags) and seem to be less picky

Yeah, that’s what I mean. A fair bit of hockey players meet their wife/gf back home, they went to high school or college together, from the same social circle etc.

The only time you really see a European player date a North American woman is when they have been single for a few years in the league and start dating someone. Like Freddie didn’t have a danish gf (that I know of) prior to signing in Anaheim, then spent 8 or 9 years predominantly in NA. In those situations it’s very understandable why his gf is North American and not Danish.

[anewswire]

Alexei Yashin Net Worth, Biography, Career, Income, Home & Age

What is Alexei Yashin's Net Worth? Alexei Yashin is a former Russian professional hockey player with a $42 million net worth. Alexei Yashin played for the teams Avtomobilist Sverdlovsk and Dynamo Moscow in the USSR and the RSL, respectively. In the 1992 NHL Draft, Yashin was taken by the Ottawa Senators with the second pick. He was traded to the New York Islanders in 2001, and they quickly gave him a $87.5 million contract for 10 years. Alexei played for the Islanders and Lokomotiv Yaroslavl in the RSL and KHL. In the KHL, he played for SKA St. Petersburg and CSKA Moscow. After the 2011–12 season, he quit. Yashin has competed for Russia in international competitions and won a silver medal in 1998 and a bronze medal in 2002. In 2012, Vladislav Tretiak, the president of the Russian Hockey Federation, chose him to be the general manager of the Russian National Women's Team. Early Life Yashin was born in Sverdlovsk, Russia, which was part of the Soviet Union at the time, on November 5, 1973. We don't know much about his early life, except that he started playing ice hockey at a young age, which is common in Russia. When he was 19, the National Hockey League took notice of how good he was at hockey. Career Yashin's name made its first big splash on the international hockey scene in 1992, when the Ottawa Senators picked him with their first draft pick after the team grew. Since he was already playing with Dynamo Moscow, he chose to stay in Russia for the 1992-1993 season. He then moved to Ottawa for the 1993-1994 NHL season. He came with Alexandre Daigle, another Russian player. Both were expected to be stars, but Yashin turned out to be the team's best player. He scored 79 points in his first year with the Senators and was nominated for the Calder Memorial Trophy. Yashin became an even bigger star player in the NHL in the years that followed. In 1997, he helped the Senators get into the Stanley Cup playoffs for the first time. The next year, in 1998, he scored a key overtime goal in the playoffs that helped the team beat the New Jersey Devils in their first playoff series win ever. Yashin was named team captain for the 1998-1999 season. Even though the Senators were swept in the first round of the playoffs, he had a very good season. In the end, he scored 94 points, which was the most he had ever scored in his career. By the end of the season, he was a runner-up for the Hart Memorial Trophy, which is given to the NHL's most valuable player, and was named to the NHL's Second Team All-Stars. Yashin's time in Ottawa was very successful on the ice, but he had many contract disputes while he was there. When Yashin first signed his contract, Daigle, the other Russian player, was expected to be the star player and had the most valuable contract on the team. Yashin later asked for more money and broke his contract before the 1995 season because of how well he did. Because of this, some fans began to dislike Yashin. After Yashin said he would give $1 million to the National Arts Centre in Ottawa, he made things even worse with his fans there. But when the Centre found out that one of the conditions of the donation was that they pay Yashin's parents over $400,000 in "consulting fees," they hesitated and Yashin canceled the donation, which hurt his relationship with the public even more. Getty Images Yashin's worst moment with the Senators was in 1998, when he again broke his contract and asked for a pay raise that would put him on the same salary level as NHL stars like Joe Sakic. Yashin asked to be traded, but the Senators said no. Instead, the Senators took away his role as captain and, when he continued to refuse to play, suspended him for the 1999-2000 season. Yashin's public image took a big hit when he tried to play for a Swiss team but was stopped by the International Ice Hockey Federation until the dispute was settled. He played his last season with the Senators in 2000–2001, and when he came into the arena, people would often boo and jeer at him. Yashin was traded to the New York Islanders on the day of the 2001 draft. Mike Milbury, the general manager of the Islanders, gave Yashin a ten-year, $8.7 million deal. At the time, this was a very high amount. Yashin's point production went down after he signed the contract, but he did help the team make the playoffs for the first time in years. In 2005, the team lost a number of important players, and Yashin was named captain. But the Islanders did not make the playoffs that year for the first time since Yashin joined the team. Over the next couple of years with the Islanders, Yashin had trouble getting back to where he used to be, and he also hurt his knee. In June 2007, the Islanders bought him out of the rest of his contract. Yashin signed a one-year deal with Lokomotiv Yaroslavl of the Russian Superleague in July 2007. This was after he turned down contracts from other NHL teams. Then, in 2009, he signed with the Kontinental Hockey League's SKA Saint Petersburg. He stayed there until 2011, when he signed a one-year deal with CSKA Moscow. After that, he retired. The Russian Hockey Federation put Yashin in charge of the Russian women's national ice hockey team in December 2012. Yashin has also played for Russia in the World Cup of Hockey in 1996 and 2004 and the Winter Olympics in 1998, 2002, and 2006. In 2022, he was put into the IIHF Hall of Fame. Personal Life Even though they have the same name, Yashin is not related to Lev Yashin, the famous Soviet and Russian soccer goalkeeper. Yahin dated model Carol Alt for a long time, starting in the late 1990s. Real Estate Alexei paid just under $4 million for a beautiful piece of land in the town of Old Westbury, New York, in 2001. The 8,000-square-foot mansion on the 3.3-acre property is tastefully decorated with marble all over. In January 2022, he put the house on the market for $9 million. He finally took the listing off the market after lowering the price to $7.5 million. Watch this video to see the property: Alexei Yashin's net worth is calculated using data drawn from public sources. When provided, we also incorporate private tips and feedback received from celebrities or their representatives. While we work diligently to ensure that our numbers are as accurate as possible unless otherwise indicated they are only estimates. We welcome all corrections and feedback using the button below. Read the full article

[chunkletskhl]

Women's Hockey highlights! The best from today's playoff opener between Tornado Moscow Oblast and Torpedo Nizhny Novgorod, a game that went right down to the wire.

[alexbkrieger13]

This women really hates Magda. But the brother of this troll plays ice hockey in the russian league...

🤢 what a langer

[themculibrary]

Sports AU/Themed Masterlist

And Now We're Here (ao3) - Nejinee steve/bucky E, 27k

Summary: Bucky Barnes is coach of the American Women's Gymnastics Team and he's taking them to the top, even if it kills him. He's also a previous Olympic medallist with a solid reputation of success behind him. He's known for his lady-killer looks, historic rise to fame and his frankly horrific temperament and personality.

Steve Rogers, however, is new and irritating and Bucky fucking hates him to hell and back.

Breakaway (ao3) - NegativeGhostrider yelena/kate E, 81k

Summary: Kate Bishop is a photojournalism student at NYU, talented but admittedly lacking in focus. When she’s all but forced to cover an international hockey tournament for her end of semester piece, it’s not exactly her dream come true. Kate has never really given a shit about hockey. But that was before she met the terrifying captain of Team Russia. Yelena Belova is one of the world’s best competitive hockey players - ruthless, driven, and talented beyond measure - and Kate knows a good story when she sees one. Sure, she’s strange and irritating and extremely distracting, but Kate can deal with it. But there’s more to this game than meets the eye, and when she goes digging and uncovers more than she bargained for, everything changes. The stakes are high and everything is on the line. But she can’t win alone.

Citius, Altius, Fortius (Faster, Higher, Stronger) (ao3) - MarcellaBianca steve/bucky, peggy/steve M, 50k

Summary: Steve Rogers. James Barnes.

One, an NHL star with dreams of finally capturing an Olympic gold medal. The other, a former World champion and Olympic silver medalist, now a current coach and choreographer for the top flight figure skaters in the Russian Federation.

But before all of that..they were Steve and Bucky.

Until they weren't.

cute quaterbacks (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: Steve and Bucky grew up as childhood best friends and are now roommates in college. Bucky dares Steve to bring a date to one of his upcoming football games after Steve suggests he could date anyone he wanted to. Enter Tony Stark.

Forty-Seven Flat (ao3) - geekymoviemom steve/tony M, 171k

Summary: Steve Rogers was on the top of the world. He was one of the top students in his class, a world-class athlete, and had a man who loved him. Winning an Olympic Gold Medal seemed like the perfect addition to his picture-perfect life.

But only four years later, Steve’s entire world has come crashing down around him, leaving defending his Olympic title the only thing lying between him and utter ruin.

And then, the unthinkable happens.

Going Yard (ao3) - Brenda steve/bucky E, 41k

Summary: Going Yard: Baseball vernacular for hitting a home run.

This is the love story of shortstop Steve Rogers and pitcher Bucky Barnes, estranged childhood best friends about to be reunited on the same team.

This is a love story about New York's other baseball team, the Avengers, and their quest to claim the National League East division title.

This is a love story about going home and new friends and team bonding and first loves and how the people you're the closest to can also drive you the craziest.

But mostly, this is a love story about baseball and the boys of summer who play it.

Got a Heart in Me, I Swear (ao3) - thepartyresponsible bucky/clint, steve/tony M, 36k

Summary: The pictures leak on a lazy off-season Sunday, in that muddled bit of midafternoon Clint never knows what to do with when he isn’t training. He curls up with Lucky on the couch and naps through the end of his whole damn life. And that, honestly, is pretty much perfect.

Howitzer (ao3) - spacebuck steve/bucky E, 111k

Summary: Bucky Barnes, figure skating champion, is forced to switch his skates for hockey ones when he leaves for college. Problem is, he's never played hockey before, and now he has to be good enough to get the scholarship he needs. Enter Steve Rogers, Carter University Men's Hockey player, who's decided that he'd do anything to get this guy on his team.

Cue five am runs, overwhelming classes, new friends, plenty of snow, and a sport that's fast becoming a way of life.

I've got you under my skin (ao3) - sirona steve/tony, bucky/peggy M, 38k

Summary: Five times Beijing 2008 Olympics Gold Medalist Tony Stark thinks it's going to be no more difficult a job to get ready for London 2012, than what he has just achieved. That is, of course, before Coach Fury comes to visit, and offers him a once-in-a-lifetime chance to be a part of something much bigger than himself. Swimming AU.

Strong Safety (ao3) - queenmab_scherzo steve/bucky M, 23k

Summary: Steve and Bucky figure out how to play in the NFL and how to live 800 miles apart.

Targeting (ao3) - queenmab_scherzo steve/bucky, clint/natasha E, 149k

Summary: Steve and Bucky end up playing for rival college football teams.

The Beautiful Game (ao3) - neversaydie steve/bucky E, 2k

Summary: [pissy goalie Bucky and angry defender Steve have hate-sex in the locker room]

The Gold (ao3) - superstringtheory steve/bucky, clint/natasha, tony/may M, 25k

Summary: Bucky Barnes: former world vault champion. Injured. Retired. Grumpy. Recently chunky.

Steve Rogers: up and coming gymnast on the world scene, attempting to learn Barnes' eponymous vault. Interest piqued by Barnes' new physique.

The meet-cute: Bucky begins to coach Steve on his vault technique. Steve tries to control his raging crush and desire to find out just how much Bucky can eat (especially in the bedroom).

Will Steve win the gold (and Bucky's heart)?

Time After Time (ao3) - beezyland steve/natasha M, 77k

Summary: A collection of AU oneshots I'd like to turn into full-length stories, but never will.

Recent: The Ballerina & the Baker AU. Between dance classes and being an awesome aunt, Natasha likes to stop in to Sarah's Bakeshop near her studio to flirt with a certain really hot baker. Little does she know, they have a history.

wholesale change (ao3) - biblionerd07 steve/bucky M, 83k

Summary: Steve Rogers, captain of a losing NHL team, has taken so many bad penalties this season he's worried he's going to get set down to the minors as punishment. His agent comes up with a plan to make Steve irreplaceable to the fans--a reality dating show. Where the contestants want to date Steve.

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[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Agidel Ufa players celebrate with the championship trophy.]

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Kolstad and KRS Vanke Rays have now pulled ahead 2-0 in the series, via a 3-2 victory in the second game -- they can clinch the title with a victory on Wednesday.  (also, give @russianwhl​ a follow!)

Olga Sosina #18 of Agidel Ufa and Rebekah Kolstad #44 of KRS Vanke Rays in Game 2 of the 2020 ZhHL Finals

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Noora Räty • goaltender • Shenzhen KRS Vanke Rays #41

nooraty41 “What a powerful two-word combo. Have fun. It’s an intelligent instruction. It is intelligent to have fun. In fact, having fun is one of the most responsible things you can do.” -Chris Dorris 🏒

Fun to win, fun to win 🐉🇨🇳