#ask habs

[badrabbits-worsehabits]

JUGGALO BUDDIES :)

!CAN BE USED FOR PFPS, CREDIT WOULD BE APPRECIATED (YOU CAN @/ ME OR @/ spoogster). JUST DONT SAY YOU MADE IT. AND DONT SAY ITS YOU, THIS IS ME AND MY FRIEND!

[habken]

That “bakugou ends up in Australia while Deku ends up in Florida” idea reminds me of that one post about the guy who accidentally went to India instead of Indiana.

that's the exact vibe I was going for

[deutsche-bahn]

Unser Lehrer meinte heute, man müsse sich bei Krankheit vor 7:50 entschuldigen, nicht um 7:52 oder was auch immer, wenn ein Zug um 7:50 fahren soll ist der dann ja auch weg. Bestie wir sind in Deutschland. Wenn der Zug um 7:50 fahren soll ist der vielleicht um 8:45 da.

Ist ja niedlich dass er immer noch die DB für Pünktlichkeitsmetaphern verwendet. Der ist wirklich von der alten Schule. Wenn der Zug um 7:50 fahren sollte nimmst du heutzutage den überfüllten Schienenersatzverkehr um 8:13 und strandest irgendwann gegen Mittag in Fulda Hbf. Dafür stehen wir mit unserem Namen, etc etc

[lichtecht]

Art prompt idea: weil juni und so die wilden hühner an einer pride? (Und/oder die pygmäen falls du magst)

wir tun einfach so, als wär noch juni

übrigens premiere für meine neuen dwh designs!

bisschen context zu den einzelnen bildern unterm cut

1 - punk fred + sprotte. hab mir vorgestellt, dass die zwei leicht mal als cishet couple gesehen werden, also nimmt fred die nb flag mit. was gucken sie an?? keine ahnung. vielleicht frieda

2 - ich dachte mir, frieda wäre safe so eine, die pride armbänder macht und die dann verschenkt. (trude wäre da bestimmt auch dabei. willi vielleicht sogar auch) man kann in dieses bild auch n bisschen frieda/trude reinlesen, wenn man will, find ich

3 - ich glaub, die intention kommt nicht so ganz rüber, aber kennt ihr dieses video das so ist wie "i literally look like your son. you look like a milf and i look like your son. can you PLEASE wear different shoes??" weil stevie würde 100% so hohe goth-stiefel lieben. ich bereu es etwas, dass ich torte einfach mit flacher brust gezeichnet hab, weil eigentlich sollte er transmasc sein und die top surgery scars sieht man so GAR nicht... und eigentlich ist er imo auch eher so ein transtape kinda guy (ach so und sein bauchtattoo ist inspiriert von diesem moodboard von @all-chickens-are-trans <3)

4 - wilma <3 nicht vielzu sagen, ich wollte einfach alle dabeihaben. mini reference zu unserm tattoo-post

5 - melli und willi, mein liebstes bi4bi couple <3 ich glaub, willi kommt da doch ein ganzes stück früher to terms with, melanie braucht einfach sehr lange erstmal bis sie's realisiert und zweitens bis sie's akzeptiert und sich dann tatsächlich auch traut zu zeigen

[smokbeast]

*breathes heavily like a rabid moth*

MerSueno? 👁👁

a big pretty lionfish sueno just for you :D

[marimayscarlett]

You know that Richard has no real friends in the band because not a single one of them told him that he forgot his eyebrows in Haifish music video!

Well...He left his eyebrows at home (meaning he didn't dye them) but brought the Karen hairstyle...

..and one of the worst oversharing moments in his obtrusive opinions-history...

...so in the end that's all just too much to bear, no wonder the mood in the group was at a boiling point, not a really "friends" type of vibe anyway...

[incidentale]

and then there were six

[erikkarlsson]

[badrabbits-worsehabits]

DISCORD SERVER LINK THAT WONT EVER EXPIRE! :)

FOR ALL FANDOMS BUT MAIN GOAL IS SLENDERVERSE AND CREEPYPASTA FANS!

SYSTEM, ALTERHUMAN/OTHERKIN, LGBTQ+ SAFE SPACE, BE KIND, DONT BE ASSHOLES, YADA YADA.

READ THE RULES EVAN POSTED, DONT SHARE ADDRESSES, NO DOXXING, DONT BE A CUNT, AND YOULL BE FINE :D

(THERE ARE MINORS IN THE SERVER, IF YOURE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT OR YOU ARE A MINOR AND UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ADULTS THEN DONT JOIN, SIMPLE(14+))

[habken]

Ok but… it would be extra cute if deku had a mankey

he’s got a primeape <3

[deutsche-bahn]

persönliches ranking der deutschen öpnv mittel go

Regionalbahn. Absolut unparalleled, wie kann etwas gleichzeitig so beschissen und so überragend gut sein? So paradox ist sonst nur mein Selbstwertgefühl. Mache honestly nichts lieber als mich in einem randvoll mit Pendlern gefüllten RB durch die Landschaft tragen zu lassen. Wenn man das deutsche Lebensgefühl destilieren könnte käme eine Regionalbahn dabei raus.

Bus. Schon iconic, aber je nach Bundesland große Qualitätsunterschiede. Ich weiß nicht, ich mag ja das Konzept, aber es ist schon 'n jarring shift in tone, wenn man nach ein paar Stunden Bahnfahrt mit einem ängstlich-soziophoben westfälischen Busfahrer rechnet und stattdessen von einem hasserfüllten Thüringer angeschnauzt wird.

Alle Straßenbahn, U-Bahn, etc Varianten. Einfach, weil mich die Begegnungen von Autofahrern mit Schienenverkehr nervös machen. Toll, jetzt bin ich ÖPNV gefahren und habe mich trotzdem von tollwütigen BMW-Fahrern stressen lassen. Lose lose situation

ICE. Wie ich sie hasse. Zu gut für den Regionalverkehr, trotzdem nie pünktlich. Durch und durch besetzt von Rentnern, die gehoben mit Sitzplatzreservierung und drei Koffern in den Urlaub nach Sylt juckeln, und dich in deiner Jogginghose und ich-hab-am-Bahnhof-genächtigt-flair beleidigt anstarren. Sorry dass ich eure Illusion von dem ICE als Luxusreisemethode kaputt mache, dann geht doch zur Lufthansa, ihr Hunde. ICE vibes sind ranzig

[beggingwolf]

CRYBABY

Jen gives Zhenya a look that could peel paint as he jogs out of the hotel lobby. 

“Not late,” he cuts her off as she yanks open the back door of the big, black SUV, the sort that always turns up for these events. 

“Thirty seconds,” is all she says, voice dry against the soggy, warm Newark air. Zhenya is rarely in New Jersey so early in the year and it sits on his skin like a grime. It’s nothing like the warm blanket of Miami’s heat, which Zhenya already misses even while his hair still carries the faint scent of saltwater.

Jen shuts the door loudly behind the two of them, cocooning them in the cool, air-conditioned interior, and smacks a clipboard right onto Zhenya’s thighs.

“Why?” he grumbles, and she buckles her seatbelt with a loud click as he peers at the itinerary for the NHL’s Media Tour. 

“It’s just like last year, yes?” he asks as he flicks through the pages. 

The English pokes uncomfortably at his brain, and he takes a moment to really look at the letters. He’d spent the better part of his summer carefully leafing through a Dostoevsky novel that had a glossy paperback cover and too-white pages. Between his halfhearted attempts to self-educate and his summer back in Moscow, readjusting to the spikes of written English is an ugly affair.

“Today you’ve got interviews with networks, the off-ice promotional shoot, and a Q&A session,” Jen rattles off, tapping at her phone. “Tomorrow you do on-ice filming.”

Zhenya pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek, letting the pages fall back in order before dumping the clipboard onto the empty seat next to him. The drive isn’t far; Jen had booked the same hotel the Penguins stay in when they come for games. Zhenya walks into Prudential Center through the back entrance he always uses, adjusting his suit jacket as Jen flashes her badge at the security guard. 

It’s strange, in some way, to come back to this after his summer. The reporters can’t resist bringing up the Penguins’ ignoble exit to playoffs, their postseason’s tailspin into failure. It’s easier to think of his time back in Magnitogorsk—where he had a K stitched onto his jersey instead of a C, where the media asked him pointed questions in no-nonsense tones—than it is to think about the abbreviated NHL season that had followed. 

It had been an odd year. The KHL had felt familiar and foreign all at once. Zhenya had become Malk once again, and Malk tore it up, almost two points per game. It had been fun to stretch out his old memories and readjust to the international ice size. He’d felt young again while living in his parents’ house, decorating the New Year’s yolka with them and skittering out of the way when Geoffrey, enormous and terrifying, bounded around corners and nearly took out Zhenya’s knees. 

And then he’d gotten the call that the owners and the union had figured their shit out. He’d gotten on a flight back to Pittsburgh during a winter snowstorm, Moscow howling its rage at his departure. It had been a portent of the things to come: his concussion in January, his shoulder injury in March, and then the Eastern Conference Final, where Zhenya’s Penguins had been pushed to their knees by the Bruins. 

Zhenya had barely gotten three months to lick his wounds in Moscow and tan them away in Miami. The new season stretches out in front of him, and he tries to curry hope in his chest as reporters ask him about the new divisions and his Penguins’ chances. 

He’s lingering outside of a conference room, throwing too many texts to Nealsy and pestering him about when he’ll be back in Pittsburgh, when he hears hushed voices approaching. 

He presses himself against the cinderblock wall to make room. Jen abandoned him to make sure he’s still scheduled for the roundtable discussion and Zhenya is already tired. The humidity outside leaks into the arena, and Zhenya feels rumpled and groggy and honestly doesn’t want to deal with Toews’s weighty, complicated conversations or Doughty’s gregariousness. 

“Hey,” Zhenya hears, and he looks up.

Oh. 

Zhenya has been asked about Sidney Crosby more times than he can count. Today, last season, even during the lockout. A stout little thing out of Canada, fast with the puck and strong on his skates. 

He’s bigger now than he was when Zhenya had seen him in Ufa at World Juniors, when the whole of Metallurg had hopped onto a bus, full and sated from their New Year’s dinners, and made a weekend out of watching the Canadians and Russians duke it out over bronze. 

Crosby’s smile is nothing like the sullen, angry expression that had been plastered onto his face when Russia sent Canada home empty-handed. He’s in a dark suit that’s abysmally cut for him—too boxy, an immature, poorly-tailored design that rankles Zhenya’s European sensibilities. His grin is boyish and confident, and Zhenya’s been shown a clip or two of his interviews; he’s good-tempered and answers everything asked of him.

Jen had told Zhenya to take notes. Zhenya had told Jen he was going to get her fired. 

Crosby holds out a hand, and Zhenya glances down at it.

“I’m Sid,” Crosby says. “Sidney Crosby. This is Nate. Nice to meet you.”

Lingering behind Crosby, obviously more nervous and looking like an underbaked piroshki, is MacKinnon. Canada’s two golden boys, blazing into the NHL in the wake of the lockout. 

Crosby’s smile widens, just a bit, and Zhenya finally reaches out and wraps Crosby’s smaller hand in his own. 

As soon as Zhenya engages, MacKinnon jumps forward eagerly, sticking out his own hand. Zhenya gives him a reluctant shake, and MacKinnon’s hand grips tighter. 

“Wow, Geno, like, the Russian bear, right?” MacKinnon laughs, high and delighted like he's a child and not one of Zhenya’s new coworkers. Crosby clears his throat softly but pointedly, and he widens his eyes at MacKinnon in an obvious plea to shut the fuck up.

Zhenya smirks, and when Crosby notices, his ears go pink.

[appleberrycenter]

they are too funny

[humanitiesbadhabit]

Fictives aren’t an actual fucking thing. Introjects exist because they take the personality from fictional characters, not because they think they’re the characters. You’re a self diagnosed retard.

FICTIVES ARE A SUBTYPE OF INTROJECT YOU DUMB FUCK. AND IT ACTUALLY FUCKING DEPENDS, MIND YOU. I IN FACT, KNOW IM NOT THE REAL HABIT! NEVER ONCE FUCKING IMPLIED THAT I THOUGHT I WAS! I AM MYSELF. BUT OTHER FICTIVES ARE AND CAN BE HEAVILY CONNECTED TO SOURCE, AND ALONG WITH DELUSION, CAN BELIEVE THEY ARE THE ACTUAL PERSON.

HOW ABOUT YOU AND YOUR PATHETIC ASS, WHICH IS ON ANON SO THATS EVEN FUCKING WORSE, GET THE FUCK OFF MY PAGE? GO SPLIT YOUR STOMACH OPEN AND RIP OUT WHATEVER BILE IS IN THERE.

AND NO, WE ARE NOT SELF DIAGNOSED. WE ARE MEDICALLY RECOGNIZED AS A SYSTEM. GET OVER YOURSELF, AND IF YOU HAVE SOME REAL SHIT TO SAY, GET OFF ANON.

MANY THANKS.

[puckpocketed]

you prob have but have you seen fowler’s helmet design it is such a delight

hello hi helloo!!! I am not a goalie guy or mask guy usually but you got me on a little rabbit hole :> i love a quick a lengthy afternoon research project!!!

Jacob Fowler has a few notable masks so i suppose we should talk about all of them? I'm not sure which helmet you are referencing so! here goes!!

First, to get it out of the way, Fowler wore a white mask through his minor/junior hockey career. I do enjoy the blank design for narrative reasons (underestimated and ignored btw. passed over in juniors drafts btw. if u even CARE!!!!) but i think this is prob not the one you are asking about. I am currently NOT in the mood for a deeep web search to find nice close-up photos of him in the gear but Bauer's official shop has Fowler's gear set listed here. And here is their shop image of the mask + a photo from Fowler's EP page:

link 1, archive link // link 2, archive link

I was gonna say, I do think its funny that they've put up an image with the wrong bar style. Bauer's photo uses the "grid" style bars (left) and Fowler's cage in the image features "cats-eye" bars (right), but upon further inspection Fowler DID use the grid style mask at some point.

link, archive link

He swapped from the grid to the cats-eye and has not gone back, and I'm gonna assume the discrepancy on Bauer's site has to do with what masks are certified by the Canadian Standards Association (CSA Group) and The Hockey Equipment Certification Council (HECC)...? Short article on mask certifications can be found here // archive link. tl;dr cats-eye bars aren't certified! Here's a fun youtube video I came across a while back about the history of goalie masks! (It's fully cited and sourced... beautiful..... really great material, highly recommend the watch if you have 30 mins free !)

and alrighty I think maybe the mask you were talking about was this one:

post by vicedesign on instagram. link 1, archive link // link 2, archive link

for those following along at home, this is Fowler's Boston College Eagles mask! Here is the instagram video where he explains it. notable facts under the cut because this post is getting long as HELL.

his first mask as a kid was an iron man design mask, and when it came time to choose a design he went back to that!

the host notes that the design is very on-theme for Eagles hockey colours, and that it's a "full-circle" moment <3 I just think that's neat !

the license plate on the back is a reference to where he's from; it's important to him that he reps florida because there's "not too much hockey down there"

The numbers on the license plate are for his mother's birthday

"take me home, country roads" quote is because he spent his summers in West Virginia!

The license plate is SOOO good. I love the colours, the little cartoon oranges. and speaking as a once-iron man enjoyer... LOVE!!! i think also the symmetry of having your mask art be a literal helmet is so fun <3 I'd like to know what city skyline is painted on the side but I fear this would never get published if I attempted to go down that research hole....

And finally, Fowler's most recent mask, which debuted at habs development camp:

link 1, archive link // link 2, archive link

post by pbkreation on instagram. link, archive link // second photo is screenshot of the instagram vid.

If you are reading this and haven't already heard about it or summarily been struck by lightning at the familiarity of the mask... Fowler has chosen to emulate the mask design of legendary Canadiens goalie Patrick Roy.

Here is one incarnation of this mask that Roy wore as a Canadien, for reference:

link 1, archive link // link 2, archive link

(super funny that he chose Roy, who notoriously did NOT end things with the Habs on good terms...) People took note of the mask the MOMENT he came out in it and I have . ough. MANY thoughts on Fowler's choice to invite the conversations, to evoke the past, what with all the Carey-Price-Come-Again comparisons. probably more on this at some point when i feel less unwell about it and have done more reading.

it's a really fun spot the difference game to me!! Fowler has the text running along the side, his name in that distinct lettering. The Habs logo on the forehead is updated but still in the same spot. the logo on the chin does not feature Fowler's player number the same way that Roy's has his #33. the bars on Fowler's mask are white rather than blue. The back of Fowler's mask of course features the Florida license plate!! <3 i really hope he keeps that motif for every mask he has going into the future. All in all, it's a tribute to the past, but it has a unique Jacob Fowler twist !

In this video he explains the mask. Notes:

pbkreations did Fowler's special mask for his Boston College vs Boston University match up

Fowler wanted to do something that represented his family's connection to the Habs! <3

Palm trees on the back!! FLORIDA BOY!!!!

it's a pretty close replica even down to the holographic 'les canadiens' text..!

he clarifies that the mask design is likely just for dev camp. when the host asks him if he'll wear it in a habs uniform, he diplomatically answers the question but avoids confirming that he'll go through with it (veeeerry communications major of him. lol)

Personally i am sooo charmed and endeared by his little florida license plate and his plucky invite to the hockey gods with the invocation of a legendary habs goalie. <3 jacob fowler YOU are goin in my pocket !!!

Anyway, anon thank you for derailing my entire afternoon (with affection) today was supposed to be a gifing day but I got very blissfully side-tracked by Fowler's goalie helmet lore!! Thanks for allowing me to test run my new sourcing/linking policies on a long post :3 hope this was to your liking!!

[marimayscarlett]

#girl. i wouldn't survive setting foot into the teacher's lounge

no, i think you should elaborate on this

Hello lovely Tinnike 👋

(Regarding my tags on this post)

Well, what can I say. Seeing this man (if we stay in the theme of sexy sidequest-Richard, gifs by @mrsfitzgerald):

as soon as I walk into the teacher's lounge or the bi-weekly teachers conference would have some serious consequences, some more severe than others:

Absolute loss of mother tongue (quite awful when you still have a day full of lessons ahead of you)

Spontaneous dementia (What's my name? What classes do I teach? Which textbook I use for my German class? Phew, ask me something less complicated, I ceased to exist in any meaningful way two minutes ago)

Only real solution, if we're honest here: I just don't take a break on my work day anymore. Going to hide away in my classroom, best avoidance strategy

Complete contrary: unnatural level of open-mindedness due to spontaneous release of adrenaline, far too talkative (“Please tell me EVERYTHING about your teaching concepts, I am SO interested”), the self-questioning and the cringing about my own big mouth is then added for free later at home 👍

Conclusion: Please stay away from me, teacher!Richard 🙂❌