#fife flyers

[seancouturier]

so any team called the flyers sucks then huh

[thedissociatives]

Advert in Fife Free Press promoting the newly-formed Flyers, 1938 [x]

[entermycreaseanddie]

Back on a #mandate with @barron_joshua #steelers 1 v #flyers 0 Battle of the goalies tonight... Owens is sooo good #itsagoodoldhockeygame #eihl #britishicehockey #sheffield #fife #puck #pucklife #hockey #hockeygame #hockeylife #goalie #goalies #goalielife #goalieunion (at Utilita Arena Sheffield) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co0L74HMNX4XmiawLJMWXiNAUFbgethRStsCuY0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[burgerkingussy]

i’ve been at historical sites all day so here’s a few redacted headcannons based on that 🤷🏼‍♀️

(totally not based on all the people i saw today, and i’ve never done these before so forgive me if they’re inaccurate)

• huxley actually likes the fife music that’s being constantly blared and has a bag full of everything anyone could need (protein bars, a handheld fan, bandaids, etc)

• babe is amazed by the costumes and the intricate hair

• angel is the one collecting all the flyers and papers and map and would wait in line for the horse-drawn carriage rides even if it was a 2 hour wait

• sweetheart is that one person is the group who actually made it through the hedge maze

• damien is the one pointing out all the historical inaccuracies and is the only one who brought their own water bottle

• freelancer wants to do all the tours and is constantly asking the tour guide questions

• damien peer pressured everyone else into putting on sunscreen

• lasko knows more than the tour guide

• asher is the one who wants to buy everything in the gift shops

• milo actually enjoys trying on the historical costumes

• david is acting like he doesn’t want to be there but is secretly enjoying the whole thing

• gavin is fascinated by the whole idea and keeps accidentally making the actors break character by talking to them

• lovely is the one admiring the architecture and vincent is making sure they don’t fall down the stairs while staring at the ceiling

• sam spends the whole time looking at the animals on their mini farm

• darlin’ won’t admit it but they love the live re-enactments

• asher and angel would both try the “historical” food while babe and david are looking at them in disgust

• freelancer refuses to take a map, but is somehow not lost anyway

• sweetheart is the only one who wins/succeeds at all the historical games

• vincent is stopping to take pictures of everything

• freelancer’s family used to go to them all the time when they were younger

feel free to add your own!!!

[thesocialchronicles]

BBCAdam Johnson's jersey is now the seventh to be officially retired by the Nottignham PanthersNottingham Panthers have retired the jersey of ice hockey player Adam Johnson, who died after being injured during a match.The 29-year-old suffered a fatal neck injury from a skate during a collision with Sheffield Steelers' Matt Petgrave on 28 October 2023.His number, 47, has been retired by the club following a ceremony held before Panthers' game with Fife Flyers on Saturday.Johnson's aunt, Lynn DeGrio, spoke at the event on behalf of the family, describing him as "humble, modest and down-to-earth".Getty ImagesAdam Johnson signed for the Panthers in the summer of 2023"We'd like to thank you all for your support throughout this past year," she said to the Panthers crowd."You have enveloped us with love, messages, and prayers while we were in our darkest hours."We will forever be grateful for all your support."Panthers chief executive Omar Pacha also spoke at the ceremony, saying: "Adam was a top player, but he was an even better human being."He thanked Johnson's family members for travelling across the Atlantic to be in Nottingham for the event, which featured a standing ovation as Johnson's number was lifted to the rafters.The arena was packed for the special ceremonyPacha described Johnson as "a quiet, positive leader, a committed player that guys loved, and a huge, calming presence in the locker room"."After Adam left us, we all had our struggles, but to this day I cannot even imagine the feelings that all of Adam's friends and family here today felt and still feel," he added.In November, a man arrested on suspicion of manslaughter following Johnson's death had his bail extended by police until January. 2024-12-14 20:15:02 https://ichef.bbci.co.uk/news/1024/branded_news/671f/live/f9ff6480-ba57-11ef-a0f2-fd81ae5962f4.png

[star2fishmeg]

This stream's quality couldn't be any lower but that's what I get for dodgy sites :(

Anyway if the Guildford Flames lose to Fife Flyers, I'm rioting

[harrison-abbott]

I remember when I was about fifteen or so – we had to do a ‘work placement’ thing at high school. From high school. Whereby we would go to a workplace and try to learn how to be a working adult or something like that. It was supposed to give the kids experience.

So I registered to go and work at my Dad’s place for a week, because there was barely another option. He was a college tutor at an FE college in Fife, teaching drama.

As soon as I got there my father was totally embarrassed of me. For reasons I didn’t quite get. I suppose because I was quiet. I had just broken up with my girlfriend and that’s why I was in a dour mood. So I would tail him around in his office and he had other colleagues there who would ask me to do the clerical work for them. I made mistakes because I’d never done such things before. Maybe that’s why Dad found me embarrassing.

Outside of the college the drama students were doing this show in St Andrews. Which was where the dress rehearsal was.

So the students and he would go over to St Andrews, to this venue, in a minibus, and they would do the scenes on the stage.

Drama is something I’ve never been capable of. I simply have no thespian knack. In the same way that I’m not particularly good with maths, or, umm, cooking or any other thing. People have different abilities.

When Dad was running his scenes on the stage he came over to me and tried to get me to join in with the ‘games’ that they did before the performances. They would warm up with these games whereby they would throw a ball about and do wordplay with each other. To practise being extroverted. And I just didn’t want to.

And Dad got mighty disgusted with me that I didn’t want to partake.

So he gave me other jobs to do around St Andrews and one of those was to hand out flyers around the shops and cafés around town, since he didn’t want me around his students.

I got back to the venue in the evening and the rehearsals had finished. And then the students, father and me got back into the minibus to drive back to the college. During the ride, one of the girl students asked me,

“So how do you know Simon?” Simon was my Dad’s first name. And I said:

“He’s my Dad.”

And this shocked ring of oohs and aahs went around the students throughout the bus. That, yeah, I was Simon’s son. I didn’t really get why it was so shocking. I thought that they already knew. How else was I suppose to respond when somebody asked me that?

I got back home to Edinburgh that evening. I was staying at my Dad’s, who I didn’t usually live with. He lived with his partner, Jacqueline, and my half sister, Catherine. There was a dinner scene. Chilli and rice. He said that he was angry that I told the students that I was his son. And I didn’t really know what the offense was. And neither Jacqueline or Catherine said anything.

And then, when I was doing the dishes after the meal, Dad said something like,

“You never talk about anything!” just as unabashedly as that. And Jacqueline and Catherine were silent in the background.

It turned out later that my mother, before I went on this ‘work experience’ trip, had told my Dad that I had just split up with my girlfriend, and was thus a bit tender and sensitive, etc. My father had never said anything to me about it personally. And I only knew that he knew, when Jacqueline came and spoke to me about it on one of those nights when I was at his.

There were four days of me going over to his college and working there. Dad remained humiliated by my presence. And I didn’t fucking want to be there either: wasn’t learning anything valid.

And on the fifth day I was supposed to be there again, but I pretended that I was ill. And so I told my Dad that I had the flu. And he was readily able to accept my lie. He was very keen for me not to come in to his workplace for another day and glad I wouldn’t be there.

I’ve written on my blog many many times about my mother and my relationship with her. As you’ve probably noticed, if you indeed read the stuff.

But my father was a man who left my family when I was two years old because he had a relationship with another woman. And he had almost no involvement in my life when I was an adolescent. He just wasn’t there. Can’t give him any accolade for being involved.

And when I was 15 and I needed to do this shoddy shitty work placement thing, that’s how he behaved. And he was aware that I was already emotionally upset and feeling like crap, but he never made the effort to even speak to me about it. Meh.

But, hey. I’ve never developed an interest in theatre. I love Shakespeare, and have read all the plays. That’s about as far as my intrigue goes. When I read Shakespeare I tend to look at it, to read it, in a literary sense, whereby I concentrate on the wordplay rather than what’s happening vis a vis action. I do like the action as well but I focus on how the words work. Love Shakespeare, of course.

I can’t ‘write off’ my father. Because he was very supportive of me when I was at university. His inaction when I was in my teens was fairly destitute. I still don’t really understand why he was so ashamed of me when I was in his workplace. Only for being reserved and shy. That was about it. His partner and daughter thought it was super mean too.

[scottishdreams]

Watch: Best weekend goals from Dundee Stars, Fife Flyers & Glasgow Clan - BBC Sport

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[teedesign24]

Fife Flyers V-Neck T-Shirt

[p0cketfool]

it makes me so happy to go on tumblr and see posts about my local ice hockey team 🥺 it's such a small corner of the internet too but as someone who used to go to all their games I really appreciate it

[larksandrec]

Got to see the Glasgow Clan beat the Fife Flyers 5-2 🖤💜

[furimmerfrei]

Jordan Marr signs with the Peterborough Phantoms

This morning, it was confirmed by the Peterborough Phantoms that former Fife Flyers Netminder Jordan Marr had joined their ranks as one of a trio of netminders.

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[louise-buchan]

I have serious FOMO right now because hockey team i watch is having a karaoke night and I can go cause I have no way of getting there

[1016anon]

Title: White Collar Wonder Woman Author: 55anon Fandom: Bridgerton Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma Summary: Sharma didn't hate him; she didn't despise him. She was a consummate professional who simply handed the attorney taking his deposition every email of his nightmares.

Note: I've decided to make this tumblr a repository of fic ideas that spill out and I have no idea if they will ever be continued or completed. If you want resolution, this is not for you. Read at your own risk.

Also, I really don't know what this is, other than me venting through fic about some things that really bother me about any modern AU of Bridgerton.

"Somebody help! Please!"

His father's face was turning blue; Eloise was sobbing into her phone. They were in the middle of a park; emergency services wouldn't get to them in time.

Then, she appeared.

"Here," she jabbed his father's thigh with an EpiPen, held it in place, then kneaded the injection site.

The reaction to the epinephrine was instantaneous-- Father gasped and the woman helped him roll onto his hands and knees as he coughed violently.

"You'll still need to take him to the hospital to ensure the reaction doesn't recur. Is your car close?"

"No, we parked on the other side."

"All right. Hold onto your sister."

"What?"

"Hold onto your sister."

"Wh--" Anthony screamed.

Because they were flying. He'd heard rumors that some kind of superhero was now in residence but had scoffed at the notion. Now he was hanging onto Eloise for dear life as they descended, landing in front of the hospital.

"Can you take it from here?"

"What?" He was in a state of shock. He thought he could be excused mild hysteria and total incoherence.

The hospital staff, however, seemed to recognize the woman and calmly listened as they helped his father into a wheelchair and immediately began taking his vitals. Someone soon appeared with a mask and tank of oxygen.

"And I think you might need to give a juicebox to Junior. It was their first time flying."

Said juicebox appeared at his elbow. There was a straw. Without another word, the woman flew away.

Anthony had a very strong urge to knock the juice out of the person's hand; he didn't need to be coddled. He wanted to protest that he was eighteen years old, damn it! He would be starting university in a few weeks! Then he ran that sentence over in his head again and the indignation popped like a week old balloon already in its death throes. The nurse only smiled at him gently, patting his back in sympathy.

This was how: 1. His father's life was saved; 2. Anthony developed A Complex about Mott's Very Fine Apple Juice and always bought Capri Sun for Hyacinth and Gregory; 3. Met Miss Sharma. Though he didn't know that last part yet.

Metropolis gave her the helpful moniker Supermedic because that's what she did: appear during medical emergencies in remote places to deliver lifesaving first aid. Everyone loved her (except people trying to sue her, as she was firmly protected by Good Samaritan laws).

By the time Anthony graduated, however, she had somewhat expanded her repertoire to (of all things) white collar crime. Metropolis was much less pleased with this development. She was given many, many other-- sometimes unflattering-- names and the number of lawsuits filed against her was staggering. (The filings were quite amusing: John Smith v. Jane Doe, a.k.a. Supermedic, a.k.a. Lady Whistleblower, a.k.a. Maid Marian, a.k.a. Mallet of Justice, a.k.a. Ethics Enforcer, a.k.a. The Menace, a.k.a. High Flyer, a.k.a. Has No Jurisdiction)

Everyone had an opinion on her; Anthony's opinion was rather mixed. On the one hand, she saved his father's life. On the other hand, she discovered and very publicly disseminated that Fife was running a side Ponzi scheme through Bridgerton Capital Management. Since Fife was a member of Bridgerton Corporation's board of directors, the company was naturally dragged into the investigation, as well as Bridgerton Holdings, LLC, Bridgerton Group Ltd., and Bridgerton GmbH.

The deposition was almost enough for Anthony to consider banning electronic communications for everyone in every single Bridgerton company; by the end of the two eight-hour sessions of intense questioning examining emails which admittedly looked very bad in the context of Fife's actions, he was certain a colonoscopy without anesthesia would have been more comfortable and less probing.

It did not help at all that one of the lawyers assigned to the investigation was Katharine Sharma. She was not one of the lead attorneys but was very clearly an instrumental member of the team. She was also the older sister of Edwina, with whom Anthony had gone on one disastrous blind date.

Sharma didn't hate him; she didn't despise him. She was a consummate professional who simply handed the attorney taking his deposition every email of his nightmares; fourth drafts of powerpoints attached to emails he had been cc'ed on but for the life of him could not remember; spreadsheets with twenty hidden tabs that had at one point popped up in Anthony's inbox but had only reviewed the visible worksheets.

So yes, Anthony had mixed feelings about the superhero who had saved his father's life, but also brought into Anthony's life the beautiful, intelligent, aggravating Katharine Sharma, whose first impression of him was bad (really, the less said about his date with Edwina, the better) and second impression even worse.

When Anthony found out that Sharma and The Mallet of Political, Financial, and Corporate Death were one and the same-- let's just say it was the closest he got to a crisis in faith as an agnostic Anglican.

But first, the story of how Mr. Bridgerton discovered the secret identity of The Bane of His Existence (and Object of All His Desires):

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To be fair (whatever that meant in this context), he did not discover her identity until after they began dating. She wouldn't have allowed herself to date him anyway because she was very strict about conflict of interest; her work and investigations took precedence over everything. He later found out that when he asked if she'd like to get coffee, she actually went to consult her boss, who in turn consulted their ethics expert, as to whether it would cause any issues.

For a coffee. During which she spent almost the entire time responding to an urgent email.

Additionally, the irony (hypocrisy?) of Kate being concerned about ethics when she regularly collaborated with Lady Whistleblower (they were not, as it turned out, the same person) was astounding. Granted, Lady Whistleblower never used or had access to confidential information; everything she used was technically publicly available. If she did release information which had originally been designated confidential, it was all done properly through FOIA requests.

However, it simply... stretched the bounds of credulity that a person would-- and could-- go through thousands of pages of SEC 10-K filings every week to uncover corporate malfeasance. Someone had to be pointing her the right direction; that someone was Kate. It was always a question of the chicken or the egg: did the government begin investigating because of a Whistleblower story, or did Whistleblower get a tip from someone within the government working on the early stages of the investigation?

Investigations were discontinued all the time simply because government regulatory bodies did not have infinite time or staff; some investigations were also dropped on the order of political appointees. Did Kate send information to Whistleblower because the media attention would force the government to continue the investigation? There was also the fact that Whistleblower's blog was so popular, it got inside information from employees of companies all the time.

There was an Instagram. And a TikTok. Anthony had to admit to being impressed that Whistleblower managed to gain a following so large that teenagers knew what front running was. Statements of commitment by the C-Suite promising to create, audit, and uphold robust ethical standards of corporate practice were at an all time high. Transparency was a political buzzword.

In any case, Kate only began dating him after Anthony had thoroughly cleaned house; which was well after Fife and his associates had been found guilty of embezzlement, insider trading, stock manipulation, mail fraud, wire fraud, money laundering, perjury, and a bunch of other crimes. (Bridgerton Capital Management was obviously ruined; Anthony founded Viscount Investment Advisors; they needed to move from London to Metropolis after Brexit anyway.)

To get back to the point:

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Anthony wished very much that he could have been Lois Lane to Kate's Wonder Woman. He was, however, more like one of those petty street thugs that Wonder Woman soundly defeated before moving on to battle greater enemies.

The enemy in this case was... an entire system. If there ever was a modern David and Goliath story, this was it.

Other cities had superheroes who went after murderers, drug cartels, and terrorists; visible targets who were clearly Bad People Intent On Doing Evil.

Metropolis, however, had High Flyer, so named because she did, indeed, fly high up in the sky but also because her targets were literally the highfliers of society: individuals who amassed billions of dollars in wealth while evading taxes, jet setting around the world living in obscene extravagance and wielding a disproportionate amount of political influence without ever being held accountable by the public.

Anthony was one of those individuals.

In truth, it was a miracle she agreed to give him a chance at all. They were from completely different worlds, lived completely different lifestyles, had no mutual friends, were raised with completely different values. Much of his (childhood) social circle was comprised of people who ran companies she regularly investigated. They were, she liked to say, fiscally conservative, socially liberal, genteelly racist, entitled mediocrities.

Somewhere along the way, she fell in love with him. He fell in love with her the moment he laid eyes on her in her suit, three binders laid out before her-- the contents of which were thoroughly marked with highlights-- two phones, three laptops, a banker's box of documents, looking at him calmly as though she was going to eviscerate him (which she did). Anthony had always been attracted to women who were capable of dismantling his life. Usually this ended up being for the worse, but in the case of Kate Sharma, it ended up being for the better.

Such are the very strange, mysterious, and humbling ways of love.

But he struggled; he didn't fall neatly into her narrative. Usually women accommodated his schedule, in exchange for the lavish lifestyle and social status.

When they began dating, Kate stated very clearly that she was making time for him, something she rarely did. This made sense after her extracurricular activities were revealed; at the time, it made him puff up in self-righteous self-importance. Which only made her look at him, supremely unimpressed.

The thing is-- it is very easy to seduce someone by offering them a lifestyle of wealth. Wealth is glamour, glamour is very pretty, and the poor console themselves by saying they have principles; given the choice, they would give up those principles in a heartbeat to become a member of the one percent. Wealth justifies itself by performing charity; some of it is good; other 501(c)(3) entities become another tool to try to game the system.

Kate saw the system the wealth was built on. That was her principle. That was her fight.

So she did what many superheroes seem to do: she fell in love with one of the bad guys.

What does the bad guy do when he discovers she saved the life of his father?

He lost his shit, of course.

The story keeps getting ahead of itself:

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