#hockey blogs

[nottodayjustin]

October 11th 2024 best hockey tweet of the day

[star2fishmeg]

sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

Summary | falling in love with your best friend can be rough, especially when you’ve been through all sorts of phases together; every hobby; every god-awful haircut; and every time you had to painfully pretend you weren’t just a little upset when they formed crushes on classmates. But at that age, everyone's worlds seem so small and fragile, especially when growing up with the Hughes brothers. Authors note | these are individual, standalone fics!! They’re part of a lil slowburn collection mainly bc all their inspo were mac miller songs, the image in the header and run along the same coming-of-age theme :) ♫ small worlds - mac miller

— ǫᴜɪɴɴ ʜᴜɢʜᴇs

➔ Feel This Way (18+)

▸ summer houses and situationships. For three years straight everyone had to watch  Quinn and y/n be more than friends but less than a couple until the curse of the lake house stirs the pot.

— ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴜɢʜᴇs

➔ Need You ‘Round (18+)

▸  how does one guy go from wanting everything to do with someone to nothing at all? Jack didn’t know what he wanted until he started losing to Trevor, but maybe that was a good thing.

— ʟᴜᴋᴇ ʜᴜɢʜᴇs

➔ Waitin’ On You (18+)

▸ if y/n knew how their friendship would play out, she would’ve never spoken to Luke in the first place. Now she finds herself in a game of cat and mouse except she’s ready to surrender. But he’s not.

[Masterlist]

[Requests CLOSED]

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[flor4de4amor]

hockey!abby with the reader being her biggest fan prompt 🫣🫣

click for palestine | boycott tlou!!! | read b4 engaging w me

ok i changed the prompt up a little bit again, but i promisseeeee it's the last time!!!! (it's probably not but shh!!)

you’re almost at every single one of abby’s games. it’s always easy for her to spot you. you’re sectioned off in the front, in one of her old hoodies. at any free moment she has on the ice, abby skates by your section, blowing a kiss, that you eagerly pretend to catch. 

but the key word is almost. this is one of the few games you’ve missed since you and abby have been going steady. even when she used to play college hockey, and you had a silly little crush on her, you’d do your best to show up at the games. hiding somewhere in the back row of watchers, but still keeping an eye out for your favorite player. 

your absence was definitely noted this game. abby had been missing shots, which was quite unusual for her. her teammates teasing her, asking if she needed her good luck charm. to which her answer is yes. a resounding, bolded, large, all caps, yes. 

who was she gonna blow kisses to? who was gonna come rub her back in the locker room after the game? williams better not try it. abby’ll bite her head off, and you’ll never hear the last of it. abby can’t remember the last time she’s played without you watching. you’re her favorite trophy to show off. all pretty, with a wide smile, and gorgeous for her to brandish for anyone who’ll listen. 

the game is rough, for a lack of better words. the team loses,by a lot. too much for abby’s liking. she drives home, her fist pounding her steering wheel. occasionally at a red light while releasing anger onto the battered wheel, she hits the horn. stirring her from the storm of anger, and causing a cluster of horns following hers. the cars are speaking for their agitated drivers. abby sighs as she pulls into your shared driveway. the last thing she wants to hear you say is that you watched the game.

she sees your blurred frame on the couch through the window film of the front door. she sees you jolt up as her keys jingle through the hole, unlocking the door. you sit up drowsily, your nose agitated as you’ve been blowing it through the better half of the week. flu season had captured you as it’s latest victim.

“i saw the game baby,” you say with a raspy throat and nasally voice. abby sighs, and allows her head to hang to the floor. she should’ve known better paying for the extra hulu subscription. of course you’d use it. she’s mentally kicking herself. “you played really good baby,” you tell her sitting half up wrapped up in your favorite blanket.

she snorts, “sure,” she replies sarcastically.

“i’d kiss you better but i’m so sick right now, lovie.” you blow her a ton of kisses with your hands, though your dominant limb clutches an array of crumpled tissues.

she catches them, pulling them to her heart. “you miss one game and you’re stealing all my moves?” she raises her eyebrow at you.

you toss your hand at her dismissively. “i’m allowed,” you say with a playful closed lip smile. 

“one kiss won’t hurt me,” abby rolls her eyes. pressing a soft one on your forehead, and another to the corner of your mouth. “i’ve built up my immune system,” she tells you offhandedly. “ate dirt when i was a kid,” she laughs to herself. bullshit, but, whatever. “so you saw the game?” she fiddles with her thumbs, and avoids eye contact for a minute. when talking about her sport, this was when you’d catch abby at some of her most vulnerable.

“uhuh,” you tell her after catching a sneeze into the corner of your forearm. “‘scuse me,” you mumble.

“you’re ‘scused pretty,” abby replies while waiting for a further in depth answer than ‘uhuh.’

“you did such a good job baby,” you smile at her tiredly. “you shouldn’t beat yourself up too much. you really can’t win them all.”

“that’s insulting,” she smiles at you. “i definitely can. i just need my good luck charm.”

“i don’t do not a thing. it’s all you on the ice abs. don’t give me too much credit,” you say before having a slew of coughs.

“hey,” abby says putting a stern mask in her voice, “don’t pick on my favorite groupie now,” she burst out into laughter.

“i won’t make a habit of it, if you can make me some hot tea. my throat’s killing me.” abby nods her head, kissing your forehead once more and setting the kettle up. who was she to even deny her biggest fan, same one who stayed up late watching her girl’s game on her deathbed? abby’s mean, but not a monster. 

[tiger-balm]

[August 4th 2024] ethan katzberg (22, CAN) pumping up the crowd before his final throw after he's confirmed to have won gold. With huge 84.12m throw in hammer toss, 4.15m further than the next best, he earns canadas first ever gold in the event !

[letsyapthenightaway]

Look at him! Omg!

Office crush Rempe x reader?!

He's so damn tall!

Updated to have better screenshots

[kentjohnson91]

memes are back my dudes

[simmyfrobby]

Richard Siken, A Primer for the Small Weird Loves

[lovethytendytenderly]

Sunrise, Louise Glück, x x x x x x x x x x x

[stuckinnet]

“i lived in florida during the 2016 presidential election. you think that was by choice, my man? i had to pretend like i thought the 2017 anaheim ducks were gonna win the stanley cup that year. if i wanna talk about it, i’m gonna talk about it. and you know what? thank god it’s hockey. hockey is fucking amazing.”

[significant-narratives]

mutual with more puck knowledge than me has approved of my post. i am going to get a good grade in hockey tumblr mutualism, something that IS normal to want and IS possible to achieve

[nottodayjustin]

September 28th 2024 best hockey tweet(s) of the day

[couthbbg]

rusty: eldest daughter of the 90's

[sportsthoughts]

Day 109 of offseason gifs - In The Room S06E01 - The Pens go to The White House!

[letsyapthenightaway]

Don't come for me now but!… Matt Rempe is a thigh/Ass guy. The dude just seems to be a big grabber!

Idk! Something about that man reads “I like to squeeze” If his hands are on you, best believe you are gonna feel his grip tighten! He probably doesn't even notice he is doing it.

Even when you both were “just friends” his hands would wander. You can call him out, but he'd just say a small sorry with a bashful or teasing smile, and pull his hands away. Minutes later they'd be back.

For my fellow big girlies, yes this does include the belly. He doesn't mean it in a mean way though! He genuinely likes it and can just touch you for hours. If you snap at him telling him not to, he'd genuinely be confused as to why not.

Same with your cheeks they are getting squished! As just friends, he'd do it to bug you but once dating he'd squish them and pull you into a kiss.

[kentjohnson91]

we must never forget this iconic halloween masterpiece

[simmyfrobby]

And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you. Wise as you will have become, so full of experience, you’ll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.

— "Ithaka," C.P. Cavafy