#hockey rambles

[jersey-devil-13]

Do you ever think about how Bratt and Nico made their debuts together even though Bratt was drafted a year earlier and 8 years later bratt's record breaking 61st assist came on Nico's goal or are you normal

[multishippingtrashfire]

honestly, if Geno is on the block for trade, that shows me two things (and I am aware G has NMC):

1. Kyle is stupid

2. The Penguins are going full rebuild and kissing any chance of playoffs, let alone a run, goodbye until after Sid.

Geno was the one quarterbacking the team for that stretch of games where Sid was off, plus he’s kept his drive up in Washington and against the Stars. Whatever someone would send in return of him would still not be enough to pull the team to contenders unless coaching was also changed and more roster (A LOT MORE) pieces moved. Sid alone cannot drag the team to the Playoffs, just like Sid and Geno alone can’t get them there. So why would you get rid of one of the only other producers/scorers? And trade value isn’t a good answer here.

The facts:

- the league has advanced beyond Sully’s system (it makes me think that’s why we SUCK at shootouts)

- Our roster is still overly top heavy in shooting, and we’re still under average for the rest of the league

- Our defense is dead and getting worse (and the anvil is Graves (partial NMC from Dubas btw) and Grzelcyk).

- Our goaltenders are dying out there, because the team in front of them is failing to protect them

Moving Geno will solve maybe the defense piece if you get a top defenseman in return and offload him with someone else but then you also have to realize the trade off is killing the locker room and also killing the fanbase. PPG will absolutely be despondent, especially since trading G is obviously not the answer.

[penaltyhughes]

again, im very new to hockey, this being my first season, but from the beginning i noticed how frequently fans comment on players’ appearances. jokes about auston matthews’s forehead, luke hughes being the “ugly” brother, macklin celebrini being called ugly in response to someone saying they find him attractive, saw someone say ryan leonard has “weird teeth” which, if you’ve ever seen them, is objectively not true other than the fact theyre tinted (naturally) yellow — and more commonly on the tkachuk brothers, esp brady.

im a tkachuk fan — i like watching them both play, i think theyre both very fun to watch and consider them to be good players. do i know theyre trump supporters? yes, i do. does that mean it’s okay for me to call them ugly? no it doesn’t.

appearance ≠ morality, first of all. you’re doing a lot more harm than good when you’re commenting negatively on how someone looks, and it shouldn’t be something you care about anyway. who cares if X player is ugly? does being ugly trump everything else about them? (pun not intended lol)

im not saying this to be like, you have to support the tkachuk brothers! or that politics and sports are separate. whatever you feel abt that, idc. if you don’t want to keep watching a player play hockey bc their politics don’t align with yours, that’s literally none of my business.

but there’s no excuse to start calling players ugly? bc I’ve seen people call fans out for it only for the response to be “[X] is a horrible person, so idc! deserved!” and it’s just so frustrating to see bc it’s so genuinely weird to care so much about how another person looks. commenting on official team social media making fun of players’ looks is wild and the apathy in the community is genuinely nasty and off-putting. the hockey community has a lot of issues and this is just one of them, but it’s so oddly common and it’s never really a joke when you’re calling someone ugly. even if it’s auston matthews and he’s your favorite player. maybe just don’t say it?

weird as hell man idk i just needed to say something cos it’s been on my mind for months

[whomeekmanlarsson]

In the dressing room tn for my intramural hockey game with the girl from the opposing team and she was complaining about her chest protector not fitting over her chest and how she kinda wished she didn’t have boobs. And I was like ‘as a nonbinary person, totally get it’. And then she kinda got shy and quiet and was like ‘you know how some non-binary people wear binders… I’ve always kinda wanted to get one’ and I was like !!! and gave her a couple tips, told her where I got my binders from, and let her know about our uni’s gender affirming care program (will order and pay for various different gender affirming gear for students). And she said that she worried she was taking resources away from people who needed it. And I assured her that wasn’t the case because there’s no limit to the number of people that can order stuff, and was like ‘Plus, gender is a social construct and if wearing a binder affirms your gender, then it affirms your gender! You can be a cis woman and not want boobs! And if that’s the case then that’s gender affirming care!’ She thanked me for the tips and I told her not to worry about it and it was just one of the nicest interactions I’ve ever had with a total stranger. And the timing of it, too.

Tonight was my first time playing hockey in two years. I started playing hockey when I was 4 and last year was the first year I didn’t play. There were a couple people on the intramural team that I was on that said some homophobic/transphobic stuff in the dressing room and it made me so uncomfortable that I didn’t want to play anymore. After 16 years, I couldn’t ignore that the sport I loved was not accepting of me anymore. It was one of the hardest decisions I’ve made.

But this year, I got sucked back into the world of professional hockey, and watching all of my favourite players play made me want to play. So, I waited for co-ed hockey to start, not comfortable playing solely men’s or women’s, and that was the first interaction I had? Wow. I didn’t even have my skates on yet.

The hockey community still has a long way to go, but it’s good to feel hopeful again :)

[jimothystu]

This is fucking ridiculous. G’s been in the league for about 15 years now, so he knows what the fuck he’s talking about. People on X saying the team “needs” all this negativity and “needs” to stop whining clearly are not fucking listening to what any of the players are saying. They’re tired of it. They hear it, they understand the fans are frustrated but so! Are! They!!! They’re frustrated! They’re tired! They are trying!!!!

And Brady, a 24 year old, needing to delete the social media apps from his phone because the negativity is so much?? Fucking disgusting.

Harassing the team and staff needs to stop. Get frustrated sure. Be annoyed. But remember these are people too. They have fucking feelings. And at the end of the day IT IS JUST A SPORT. IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN.

[fuckkkkkkkkkmepls08]

The nhl lowkey kinda setting bedard up for failure by assigning him the number 98 and being on the blackhawks like um…

[lazylittledragon]

i am losing my entire shit right now, this single panel caused a nuclear disaster in my ig comments when someone said "halsin just saying 'astarion's partner' instead of his name feels icky"

which is such a fucking reach by itself but descended into this in about 5 seconds

[jersey-devil-13]

Nico deserves way more recognition than he gets. Everyone talks about Quinn carrying the team and rightfully so, but Nico has the most goals for the team, most powerplay goals and is statistically the third most valuable skater in the league. You can see the difference in quality when he's not playing

[multishippingtrashfire]

Mike Sullivan and the entire coaching staff right now:

[united-under-skyfall]

leverage is so fucking funny. man manages to find the most mentally ill and neurodivergent group of thieves on the market + an even more mentally ill guy whose literal job description was trying to chase all of them, and forces them into a found family speed-run by trying to blow them all up. they lowkey stage a full fucking country wide coup and are like eh 🤷 just another wednesday. this might be a fun place to vacation tho i guess. sophie shows up to her own funeral twice. they're so good at convincing people of their shit that they make a guy's body start reacting to an illness he doesn't have because it isn't real. go completely out on a limb and basically hand this one guy a new password for his computer so they can get into it and he goes with it. parker and hardison have straight up just "fake it 'till you make it"d into the fbi without even attempting to cover their tracks beyond just These Two Guys. half their clients never asked to be their clients and don't know they're their clients, and the other half are random people who find them who fuckin knows how, meanwhile no government agency can track them down without selling their soul to sterling. they make a point to have a dramatic scene w a Big Bad Shadowy Government Guy who doesn't actually get caught or brought to justice or anything telling them he's going to hunt them all down, and in any other show this would probably earn at least a minor arc later on but he literally never shows up again. an entire season finale hinged on a cake and a bunch of clams. they accidentally made eliot a celebrity not once, not twice, but three times. parker blew up her foster parents' house when she was like. nine. and it's hardly a footnote. hardison is just casually an artistic prodigy but it's only ever brought up for the most background of background gags. eliot's biggest beef with parker and hardison for like two and a half seasons is that they won't stop making weird food with lasers and refuse to realize they can't make a decent beer to save their lives. sophie's immediate response to being shot is to call her shooter a wanker. there's a character who has literally killed a man with a mop and they had the audacity to only put her in one episode.

[ruinix]

Blablabla proper name police name backstory stuff

That's just too hot, Quinn. How many times do you have to run those fingers through your hair, sir? I mean, I am not complaining! I am just too mesmerized to listen to your words. Also, his jawline, his lips, his nose, his tongue! Don't get me started because I will not stop talking about all of his features. TOO GORGEOUS, SIR HUGGY BEAR!

(I'm not used to having gifs separate from the video 😞 so i slapped it on here 🥴🙂‍↕️😎. Same rambles too ofc. Just gifs here)

(Postgame. Canucks @ Leafs, Jan 11, 2025)

[whomeekmanlarsson]

No, because I’m actually starting to beleaf.

I’ve been a leafs fan since I was a child sitting in the living room with my dad, squinting at our shitty brick of a TV watching Dion Phaneuf and Phil Kessel and Morgan fucking Rielly and Nazem Kadri suck. They sucked but I loved them.

I used to get so angry when the kids on my team called them the Toronto Maple Losers. Until the point that I started calling them the Toronto Maple Losers. Because they were losers, but they were my losers.

And for a while there, I lost interest. I stopped following hockey because I just had too much else going on in my life.

Then along came Auston Matthews and Mitch Marner and William Nylander. I remember watching Auston Matthews NHL debut. 1 goal. 2 goals. A hat trick. 4 GOALS, and they still fucking lost. It was the most Leafy thing I’d ever seen, but I felt that spark of hope for the first time in a long time.

And they’ve had their ups and downs (many of which I didn’t see) but there has been an undercurrent of hope that every Leaf fan has felt growing. Something was changing. We’re watching history on our screens.

And then this season. This fucking team, man. They’re something special.

We haven’t had a problem with scoring the last couple years. And now we’ve got one of the deepest forward bench we’ve seen from the Leafs in AGES (the core four, plus Pacioretty (get well soon king), McMann (get well soon king), Domi, KNIES, Lorentz, etc). Plus our call ups from the A? Fraser Minten and Nikita Grebenkin are absolute JOYS to watch out on the ice. (I know Grebs is pointless so far, but he’s making an impact and I love him.)

And I’m just going to take a moment to highlight Mitch Marner. I know Tumblr likes to sing his praise…

AND HE FUCKING DESERVES IT. He is one of the most consistent players we have. Him and Matthews are constantly flipping back and forth on the all time Leafs list. Do you know how many multi point games he’s had this year? Do you know how many Leafs goals he’s been involved in? Do you realize he scored his 200TH GOAL this season? That he’s played SIX HUNDRED games? He is one of the most versatile players in the LEAGUE. He can pass, he can score, he can defend. He’s on BOTH special teams. He’s the perfect winger, he’s got centre experience, HE PLAYED DEFENCE. Genuinely, what can’t he do? WHAT CANT HE DO? Maybe he had an off year last year, but every superstar does. But the fact that the media and OUR FUCKING FANS dragged his name through the mud last year is disgusting. The fact that they’re still whining and complaining and begging Treliving to get rid of him is APPALLING. Y’all want to play AGAINST this man?? Unbelievable. We don’t deserve Mitch Marner; he deserves better than us. I love you Mitchy <3

Anyways, back to the rest of my Losers

Defensively, the Leafs have been pretty terrible for as long as I’ve known them (Mo is an amazing offensive defence man, and I’m so glad we have him, but he couldn’t do it alone). But this year?? OEL, McCabe, Timmins, Chris “tertiary goalie” Tanev?? LOVE LOVE LOVE

And our goalies. Our beautiful, beautiful goalies. 6’6 Anthony Stolarz; Holy Stolie what a Goalie; can’t find our hearts because Anthony Stolarz. And Joseph “Brick” Woll, certified cutie; Mr “Mixes Music in Between Games”. Both of them have been consistently in the top 5 of Save Percentage and Goals Against. Let me say that again: BOTH JOSEPH WOLL AND ANTHONY STOLARZ HAVE CONSISTENTLY BEEN IN THE TOP FIVE OF SV% AND GAA. They’re the only goalie-tandem in the league to do so. They’re the only goalie-tandem period. No one else is doing like them and that is beautiful.

And lastly, Craig motherfucking Berube. I’ve never cared about a coach the way I care about Berube. He is genuinely the PERFECT coach for this team. And I don’t need to say anything else because just look at the fucking standings.

We are THE hottest teams in the league rn. 9-2-0 in our last 11 games. 9 of those games without Auston Matthews!!! Not to mention how many players are STILL on the IR right now! We’re the top of our division. WITH A GAME IN HAND. We are 4 (four!) points out of first OVERALL.

Cheering for the Leafs always felt pointless. It got to the point where, when people asked who my favourite team was I’d always start with “I know they suck, but–” and I was embarrassed to wear my Leafs paraphernalia out and about lest someone see me. I was confident that it would never happen.

But this year… I don’t know. I hate to say it, but I think I’m starting to believe in these Losers.

These are my Toronto Maple Leafs <3

These are my Leafs. These are THE Leafs. I’m gonna be old and grey and this team, THIS TEAM, is the team I’m gonna think about in the nursing home

“The Leafs back in my day—”

“Gramps, shut UP”

And I never will <3

[puckingeccedentesiast]

Cradle Me

Father!Quinn x Son & Wife!Reader. Word Count: 1,1k Authorial Note: My next voted WIP! I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I did while writing it! Don’t know if it’s my best piece then. Warnings: Swearing, mentions of birth.

Elliot Samuel Hughes came screaming into the world at 4:12 p.m., Quinn only knew his son for a matter of awed, breathless moments before the world sharpened—and chaos erupted.

Nurses swarmed you, dabbing and cleaning with sodden warm towels. A warm, slimy bundle of swaddle-blanket and baby reached your chest as the obstetrician stepped back from your glistening body. Quinn's reddened hand slipped from your grip, instinctively cradling the baby to your chest. His other hand, shaking slightly, gripped the bed's plastic rail. Leaning forward, he rested his right arm limply across your shoulder, his forehead gently touching yours as the two of you gazed down at your son.

"How’re you doing, Dad?" the obstetrician asked from the sink as he scrubbed his hands clean.

Quinn blinked, a goofy grin spreading across his face. "I feel sick... but in a good way." He laughed softly, joy plastered permanently on his face. "We created a human... that's fucking scary but awesome at the same time."

Even in your post-birth haze, a smile graced your lips. It was an awesome thing indeed. This was your person now, a culmination of Quinn and your love. Despite this baby being considered a gift, he clearly was sent to test you and Quinn’s love for each other. No parenting class could have prepared you for the unfolding chaos that was leaving the hospital and heading home. The first day at the hospital was incredible, the nurses gently guided you and Quinn in the ways of parenting. But once you left and arrived home, the learning curve turned into an aggressive crash course.

Emotions ran high for every family member. Every nap missed, messy feed, spit-up, or nappy mess that needed cleaning up frayed the string further. Quinn and you had been remarkably naïve to think that this journey would be easy, even though you’d been dreaming collectively of this moment for years.

Quinn, along with self-proclaimed uncles Elias, Brock, and JT, spent hours working on the perfect nursery for baby boy Hughes. From wall decorations to the crib and changing table—which you insisted had to be powder blue with clouds and a grassy field with cows in it—the boys poured their hearts into it. Once they had finished assembling the room and you'd let it air out due to your hatred of the smell of fresh paint, you added the final details: books, blankets, nappies, and wipes, along with baby clothes hanging neatly on tiny coat hangers.

The first night home from the hospital was powered purely by adrenaline. You and Quinn took shifts with baby boy—changing, feeding, and sometimes just comforting him to sleep. By the second and third nights, the exhaustion set in. Leaving the warmth of the bed became a Herculean effort, especially for you. The physical toll of birth weighed heavily on your body, and sustaining new life felt overwhelming.

Quinn tried his hardest to take the load off, seeing how hard you were working to make the transition smooth, though it felt futile. His patience held up remarkably well for the first four days, but by the fourth night, tension crept in. Snappish words replaced your usual playful banter, and the distance between you felt like a growing chasm. Quinn’s touch, once so comforting, now felt foreign. Exhaustion tangled both your nerves, and intimacy between the two of you became a distant memory.

That night, an abrupt “goodnight” was shared, accompanied by a peck on the cheek. You both lay there in the dark, separated by a wall of fatigue, each praying for sleep that never came, as baby boy woke again at distasteful hours of the night.

Night five was the killer. Some ungodly hour like 1:03 a.m. glared back at you from the microwave as you ambled around the kitchen for the second time that night. You’d fed him twice now, but much of the milk had come back up in spit-up. Quinn had changed baby once and had checked on him again 45 minutes earlier.

There was one distinct problem: the baby only slept when he was held. You could do as many laps around the kitchen as you wanted, Quinn could rock him for hours, but as soon as baby landed on the bassinet’s mattress, it was like laying him on lava.

"Still no luck, darlin’?" Quinn’s voice came quietly from the doorway, his tired form silhouetted by the dim light of the stairs. He met you halfway, his brow furrowed with concern.

You let out a soft, frustrated sigh. "Every time I put him down, he cries," you whispered, blinking back tears. "I’m so tired, Quinn."

He stepped closer, reaching for your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "C’mon, let’s go back to bed," he murmured, leading you gently up the stairs. Exhaustion had blurred the edges of your world, and you forced a tired smile as he kissed your hand again.

"He’s just going to cry when I put him down, Quinn," you stated tiredly as he threw back the covers for you. The softness of the bed felt like heaven against your aching body, and you settled in without a second thought.

Quinn, now shirtless, pulled baby from your arms and nestled him gently on his chest, holding him snugly as he propped himself up with pillows. He tucked you in under his arm, pulling the blankets over both of you.

"Sleep now, darlin’," he whispered, kissing the top of your head. Baby wriggled slightly in his swaddle but quickly relaxed against Quinn's warmth. "If this is how we have to do it from now on, fine."

Quinn sighed, his grip tightening around both of you. "At least we have good chiros at the rink."

[swtheartz]

hockey player!Mark Grayson literally slamming another player into the glass before he smiles at you and goes back to playing

[ourravenboys]

women’s hockey continues to be the gayest and most entertaining sport

[cooneycrossed]

Cant believe this guy is winning a Stanley cup next season (trust me)