#if any of my hockey mutuals are reading this and have anything to add please feel free!!!

[rathockey]

Hi Atlas. I really like your blog, and was hoping to ask your perspective on the NHL situation around their pride ban.

It seems like you're a big hockey fan, and obviously you aren't responsible for their decisions, it's just been disheartening seeing the organization seem to be openly homophobic.

I'm not really into sports so I thought you may have a better idea what's going on and if the ban is representative of the culture of the league as a whole

hey! thanks for asking i'm happy to provide some more context for the situation. (this got long so i'm putting it under a read more - most of it is context as to what actually happened, but my personal thoughts on it and how it represents the culture of the league as a whole is at the bottom if that's what you're most interested in haha)

for a while, NHL teams have done "special initiatives" nights, things like "hockey fights cancer" night or "military appreciation" night, where they wear special warm up jerseys in line with the theme (among other things, but the jersey thing is the relevant thing here).

one of these special initiatives was "hockey is for everyone" night - a de facto "pride night", with a focus on broadening hockey and showing that all are welcome as fans and players of the sport. so for warm ups, players would wear cool pride themed jerseys and often tape their sticks with pride tape instead of the regular black or white tape.

have some examples of cool pride jerseys:

now. the jerseys (ALL jerseys, regular, hockey fights cancer, etc) were mandatory for pre-game on-ice warmups, since its a uniform! but pride tape was always 100% optional (this will be important later).

last year, some shitty asshole players refused to wear the warm-up jersey, and was therefore not on the ice during warm-ups - which is absolutely their right. they still got to play the game, they just couldn't be out on the ice for warm ups bc they were out of uniform.

but that wasn't enough. they made a BIG STINK about how TERRIBLE it was to be FORCED to wear a jersey with a rainbow on it. (keep in mind this is like. 7 total players in the whole NHL and it snowballed from like. one dude who sucks so hard)

so the NHL banned special initiative jerseys. ALL of them. this was quite an outrage among fans and players. big names like Connor McDavid (Oiler's golden boy and top scorer in the league) expressed disappointment (a lot of statements are kind of cookie cutter statements but thats kind of par for the course with athletes lol).

then things got worse. a memo was issued banning pride tape and included this statement:

“Players shall not be put in the position of having to demonstrate (or where they may be appearing to demonstrate) personal support for any Special Initiatives. A factor that may be considered in this regard includes, for example, whether a Player (or Players) is required to be in close proximity to any groups or individuals visibly or otherwise clearly associated with such Special Initiative(s).”

i've bolded the most concerning part - this basically says players can't be required to be NEAR people associated with special initiatives. now. other special initiative nights have included things like black history celebrations or indigenous nights. so you can see how this statement kind of makes it so you cant make players be near queer people, bipoc people, etc. obviously a problem for a LOT of reasons, but a big one was that there's a lot of like. queer and bipoc people working in hockey. the anaheim duck's organist is trans!

this caused a HUGE outrage, even bigger than the jersey's (at least it seemed so to me). to ban the tape (which even goes against the NHL's own policy on tape - players can use any color tape) along with that statement was called the nhl's own "don't say gay policy"

TONS of people spoke out about this (and every big name in hockey was asked about it at the time) and hockey players across the league expressed some level of disappointment about it, from cookie cutter statements about how its disappointing to scott laughlin, jon merril, and travis dermott stating they would simply continue using it (they have all been long time staunch supporters and allies on and off the ice)

it all came to a head when travis dermott DID put pride tape on his stick (as he often does, this wasn't new or different for him) and used it during a game. everyone pointed it out and waited to see what the NHL would do. and well. they didn't do anything! in fact, they rescinded the ban. all bark and no bite (i am curious if anyone will challenge the special initiative jersey thing, though i highly doubt it)

MY THOUGHTS: I'm still relatively new to hockey, living in the south for so long i wasn't near a big hockey team so i fell off of it until recently. but i do NOT feel as though the NHL's actions are representative of the culture as a whole. i think these actions are several steps back for the league (which has plenty of issues already) because it did seem like there were some big steps being taken forward! and they basically walked them back and did a lot of damage while doing it (doing something positive and then taking it back feels kinda worse than them not doing anything in the first place). but the OUTRAGE among fans AND players speaks more to the culture of hockey than the NHL's actions. the NHL took action because of SEVEN players who refused to wear the jersey. there are so many good hockey players out there who do care and who speak up and not only talk the talk but walk the walk!

there's definitely a lot of shitty players and fans, and you can find a free block list under any hockey tweet thats positive towards queer people ("hockeys gone woke!" 🙄) but that's pretty common on twitter in general especially with the blue checks getting pushed to the top. in general i feel pretty positive about hockey culture - i've felt very welcomed into the sport by fans. i think theres still a lot of work to be done, across the entire sport (blackhawks are a terrible organization who've covered up nasty things, for example, or the team canada situation which i won't even get into here) and it can definitely feel like loving a sport that doesn't always love you back. but then there are days where it does! the travis dermotts and scott laughlins are out there! the bruins captain patrice bergeron (hes retired now but he'll always be captain in my heart) issued a statement back in 2016 supporting a transgender rights bill in massachusetts and when i found that after becoming a bruins fan i almost WEPT. and our current captain brad marchand has been our hockey is for everyone ambassador for years and always taped his stick for pride nights.

so i guess the tldr is. yeah. there's a homophobia problem at a management level in the nhl. gary bettman (commissioner of the nhl) can be blamed for a lot of that. but as a sport i think there's more love than hate.

[matsbarzal]

What Jack Doesn’t Know (3) - Noah Hanifin

Notes: bet I would let Noah Hanifin get me pregnant any day... anywho here’s part 3!! also this ones got a little Noah action in it, but nothing spectacular :( next one I promise. ALSO, the end gets a kind of dramatic, and like, kind of bad? This is a trigger warning for a tiny mention of miscarriage towards the end, please don’t read if that is a trigger! 

Requested: kinda

Up next: undecided 

“Do you uh... do you um...”

“Do I know who the father is, mom?”

Shamefully nodding her head, your mom twisted her the hem of her sweater, a worried look on her face. “I do know who the father is. Before you ask, no, he doesn’t know about the baby.”

“Are you going to tell him?” 

Pursuing your lips, you shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know... probably not? I told Jack I wasn’t going to but he thinks I should.”

“So Jack knows who it is?”

Nodding your head at your mom, you twirled the sonogram picture in your finger, eyeing the tiny speck that was slowly getting bigger and bigger. 

“Do you love him?”

Choking on the sip of water you took, you looked at her in shock. “Jesus mom, is this 20 questions? No I don't love him, we weren’t dating, obviously we forgot to use protection and now I've got a bit of an issue.”

“Noah Hanif-an, then?”

“Hanifin, mom, you’ve known him since we were 14. And possibly, yes.”

Ignoring your correction of Noah’s last name, she gestured for the sonogram in your hand. “At least my grandchild will be beautiful. He must have fantastic genetics. Have you seen him?”

Shaking your head in silent laughter at her words, you simply nodded your head, agreeing with her. 

A few moments of silence passed as the episode of Grey’s Anatomy played on the television screen.

‘Can you help me unravel my latest mistake? I don't love him, winter just wasn't my season.’

“God mom, what am I gonna do? I can’t... he can't know, this was such a mistake, I should’ve listened to Jack mom, fuck.” Tittering at the vulgar words leaving your mouth, your mom moved closer, wrapping her arm around you and pulling you towards her side as tears slipped from your eyes. 

“We’ll figure this out, baby. You’re not alone. You’ve got so many people around you, we’ll figure it out, we always have, haven't we?”

The offseason in Boston was filled with three things, parties, parties, and 4th of July parties. Or at least, thats what it usually was. The moment the beginning of June hit, and the party texts started flying in, you were able to avoid most of them, citing ‘chronic illness’, ‘babysitting’, ‘work’, and so forth as the reason why you couldn’t come.  

Those excuses became a little difficult when Jack showed up at your front door, unannounced, again. “I thought you were just avoiding Noah, not all of us. Even Auston’s worried about where the hell you’ve been, and Auston only cares about himself and his ripped jeans.” 

“I've been sick.”

“With Noahitis? You’re not even showing, the least you can do is show up at some parties and act like you don't hate everyone all of a sudden. Everyone’s blaming Noah anyways, they think he broke your heart or something. Only if they knew the truth.” 

Shoving Jack, you ignored his comment. “I don’t wanna be around a bunch of drunk hockey players and puck bunnies, Jack. It’s not healthy, what if I get shoved or something? Or if someone spikes my drink? I don’t want to fuck this thing up before it gets out of its pea-sized phase.”

Rolling his eyes, Jack plopped down on the couch beside you, pulling the duvet that was covering you over his legs. “One party, that’s all I’m asking for. I’m hosting a 4th of July party. It’ll be the only party this summer before everyone goes home and stuff, please come. A few of the girls wanna see you too.” 

The ginger pleaded with you, his attempt at puppy dog eyes just making you completely uncomfortable. “Ugh, fine. Stop making that face, it’s making you look uglier than you already are.” 

“Wow, add a bit of Noah’s genetics into your body and you’re suddenly a female him. Disgusting.”

“And you can’t see anything? It still looks completely flat?” Your mom nodded her head for the fourth time. The black and white shirt hung loose, with a small zipper at the top being the only tight part of it. Matched with a pair of black bottoms, you couldn’t deny that it outlined your curves and did not, whatsoever show your non-existent bump.

“You look the same that you looked last summer, now go, before Jack sends the mob looking for you.” 

Laughing, you grabbed your car keys from the table. Pulling the front door open, you made your way towards the car. Not being able to drink had its perks, you were able to drive yourself to and from parties, you didn’t have to worry about being an idiot, and you could leave whenever you wanted to. 

Your house was a quick ten minute drive from Jack’s, the proximity between your two houses being part of the reason why you grew up such good friends. 

Parking your car on the street outside Jack’s house, you walked towards the door, opening it, you were immediately hit with the loud voices and music pumping through the front of the house. 

“(Y/N)!” A chorus of your name went throughout the dining room, which had apparently been turned into the beer pong room, with the looks of it. Smiling and waving at a few of yours and Jack’s mutual friends, you felt yourself being tugged into the kitchen, an arm around your waist.

“My favourite girl is here! (Y/N)!” God, Jack was the most obnoxious drunk.

“You’re already off it Eichel?” 

“You’re not my mom, (Y/N), boss your own kid around.” 

Pinching his wrist, you encircled your own arm around his waist, a grin plastered across your face. You missed this. Hanging out with your drunk friends, seeing everyone so happy and enthusiastic and just living life. 

You felt a solo cup being thrust into your hand, which you tried to hand back, just for the person to reject it. A fake smile went across your lips in thanks at the other person as they yelled past you to whoever was apparently, “breaking the fucking vase, you crackhead.”

Looking towards the culprit, you made direct eye contact with Noah’s blue eyes, a large smirk overtaking his face as he caught your eye. 

“(Y/N)!” Yelling, Noah walked towards you, ignoring the person yelling about the vase he pulled you into his arms, his hands resting on your waist as he hugged you.

Awkwardly hugging him back, he pulled away and smiled down at you. “Hi, Noah.” 

“Man, I haven’t seen you in like... a month. Where’ve ya been?” 

Shrugging your shoulders at him, “Ya know... around and stuff.”

“Oh okay, whatcha drinking? Want a refill? Apparently Jack’s being a terrible host tonight.” Leading you towards the table stacked with alcohol, Noah gestured towards the multiple bottles. 

“Pick your poison, I’ll mix you a great drink. Those Swedes in Carolina have been teaching me how to make some mean Swedish drinks.”

“Oh uh... I’ll just grab a cup of sprite or coke or something.”

Looking at you weirdly, Noah shook his head. “Nah. C’mon, one drink. You always drink at these parties, you’re always the life of the party. Especially after.” 

Lowering his voice and his head for the last comment, Noah got closer to your ear. The hand that was still on your waist began gently rubbing circles against the exposed skin there. “Jack won’t know if we just... disappear, babe.”

A shudder ran through your body at the feeling of him so close, a tingle running right to your core at the images that ran through your brain. The coherent part of you shook your head, gently pulling yourself out of Noah’s arms. “We shouldn’t do that anymore, we promised Jack we wouldn’t.”

“When has that ever stopped us before, baby?” Moving closer to you again, you didn’t realize that he was cornering you into the wall until your back hit it, a soft gasp leaving your lips. 

“You should only be making that sound when you’re bouncing on me, you know that (Y/N).” 

“Noah I... I need to go to the bathroom.” Shoving past him, you ran towards the stairs, skipping each second step as you made your way upstairs and towards Jack’s ensuite bathroom. Locking the door after you entered, you turned the sink tap on cold, gently holding your sweaty hands underneath the cool water.

Your head felt like it was spinning. He always knew how to do this to you, make you want him until you were going crazy. This is exactly what got you in the predicament in the first place. Shaking it off, you moved towards the toilet, pulling your shorts down and then your panties, you didn’t notice the spot on the light blue until you were sat down. 

When you did a soft cry left your mouth. Red... everywhere. Wiping yourself revealed more of your nightmare, and more red. 

Pulling your panties and shorts back on, you rushed to wash your hands, pulling the bathroom door open to run, quite literally, into a hard chest.

“(Y/N)?” 

“Get out of my way, Noah. I need to go.” You didn’t realize the nervous tears were flowing down your cheeks until Noah swiped one off. 

“You shouldn’t drive like this kid, what’s wrong?” 

“Noah, I really need to go, please get out of the way.” Shaking his head, Noah gestured to the keys in his hand. 

“Let me take you home, you shouldn’t drive when you’re this upset. You can even tell me what’s wrong on the way there, I won’t make any snide remarks, please?”

“I’m not going home, Noah.” You tried to push past him against, just for him to gently grab your arm. “Let me drive you wherever you’re going then.”

“Jesus, Noah. I need to go to the hospital, can you please just let me go, for fuck sakes?” 

[blouisparadise]

As promised, here is the second part to our established relationship bottom Louis fic rec list. Part one can be found here. Happy reading!

1) Give and Take | Explicit | 1837 words

Sometimes Louis just needs.

2) Just A Trim | Explicit | 2260 words

“Harry. Darling. Can you explain to me what I’m looking at, before I rip your throat out through the phone?” “That would be me, holding a braid of hair in my hand.”

Or, the one where Harry gets a haircut, and Louis, along with the rest of the world, loses his mind.

3) Lips Are Like The Galaxy’s Edge | Explicit | 2360 words

Harry licks over Louis’ hole slowly, deliberately, and his tongue is like velvet and Louis’ skin is burning at every junction where Harry touches him and it’s all so good he thinks he might cry. He licks a few more times, moaning softly like he’s relishing the taste of Louis and that’s just, well, fuck.

4) Louder Louder | Explicit | 2931 words

There's really only one way to get Louis out of a mood this terrible, and Harry is prepared to sacrifice his entire evening if necessary.

5) He Steps Out, The Crowds Lose Their Minds For Him | Mature | 3022 words

The exact moment Harry feels his resolve break is when he pads into the bathroom one evening, yawning and scratching his arm to see Louis standing in front of the mirror, eyes downcast as he spreads one of his hands out on the slight bump of his tummy, rubbing over the jumper he’s wearing. Which, Harry is pretty sure, belongs to him.

It comes out accidentally. Accidentally, as in he didn't want it to come out yet, but it did. “I want a baby.”

6) Reckless | Explicit | 3028 words

Harry thinks it's criminal, the way Louis looks in his suit, sharp and expensive.

The feeling's mutual, judging by the way that (at his mother's wedding, no less) Louis leans in and says, "I bet you can fuck me without ruining that suit."

Harry does his best.

7) Handprints And Good Grips | Explicit | 3330 words

Harry wants to pull them down and suck him off. Harry wants to never take them off and eat him out over the lace. Harry wants to push them aside and fuck the imprint right into Louis’ body.

8) Painless With Immense Distance | Explicit | 3793 words

“You know when we talked about kinks and stuff awhile back and you said you wanted to try something?” Harry continues with a devious grin. Louis’s a bit lost and he tries to think about exactly what Harry is thinking about which honestly could be a handful of things.

“Prostate massage?” Harry asks like it’s as common as the sky is blue.

9) All In My Mind | Teen & Up | 4305 words

Louis and Harry find out they're expecting, and tell the boys. kind of.

10) With All My Surrendered Hearts | Mature | 4810 words

Louis beams, no, he fucking glows at that. He’s always been gone for this boy, ever since they met at ages fifteen and seventeen, back when they both worked at the Doncaster golf club, with grass-stained knees and evenings spent pushing each other into the ponds. It’s always been one of their quirks to add a bit of poetry. ("Because sometimes I feel like those three words aren't enough," Harry had explained.) Louis feels like he’s holding a flame inside of his ribcage.

Or, the one where they're long distance boyfriends, and Louis rides Harry while wearing his snapback.

11) Folded Up All Pretty (Fit Into You) | Explicit | 5655 words

“Missed me?” Harry laughs into his mouth, and it ought to be awkward with the way Louis’ tongue pushes at his teeth and the stretched out corners of his mouth, but really, it isn’t.

12) Heart Beats Slow (I Wish You) | Explicit | 6011 words

“These,” Louis pauses with a half-eaten toast in his hand and a stale bite of buttery bread still in his mouth, he feels like choking on it, “are girl’s pants. Why would I look good in girl’s pants? Do you not like my current choice in underwear or what?”

Or, the one where Louis loves panties and Harry loves Louis.

13) Want It All The Time, Need It Every Day | Explicit | 6306 words

Louis visits LA a week before the boys head to Australia for On The Road Again.

He and Harry have some catching up to do.

14) That Ugly Ass Yellow Shirt | Explicit | 7502 words | Sequel 1 | Sequel 2 | Sequel 3

"This," says Louis, holding up a shirt from the box, "is the ugliest fucking shirt I've ever seen."

15) Casting Lines | Explicit | 7554 words | Sequel

Amidst the noise - the dog whining, Jamie's shrieking, Evie's giggles and bird noises, and Daniel asking loudly, again, about ice-skating - Louis leans in to press a kiss to Harry's smiling mouth. "Hi."

Harry doesn't loosen his grip on Evie's ankles where they hang over his shoulders, but he kisses Louis back and murmurs a quiet, "Hey, love."

16) Cease the Day | Explicit | 8195 words

In which 1D Day takes on a whole new meaning.

Instead of a seven hour livestream, the One Direction team deem it more profitable to offer an entire day spent with any one member of the band for the highest bidder. What happens when the same buyer wins both Louis and Harry for a day?

17) Forever, Uninterrupted | Explicit | 8578 words

Harry finds a mysterious picture in Louis' bag one night and drives himself crazy over it. It's definitely not what he thinks.

18) Spice Up Your Life | Explicit | 9501 words

After a conversation with his Uni friends, Harry worries that his relationship with Louis has lost it's spark.

19) Anything Goes | Explicit | 10275 words

Harry probably shouldn't be amused that Louis has a death grip on his hand and is dragging away from an event that, you know, they should be at. And he still probably shouldn't have that god awful smirk plastered to his face when Louis shoves him into the bathroom and steps in before locking the door.

20) You Are My Favorite Place | Explicit | 10347 words

It had gutted Harry when he saw the headlines splashed across the gossip rags, the ones proclaiming the house he planned to make their home in LA was a bachelor pad. With both of them doing more producing and writing, Harry knew that they would need a place here so they wouldn't have to travel so much. As soon as he'd seen it and how remote it was, he knew it would be perfect.

It was so much more than some stupid bachelor pad.

Shaking his head, Harry glanced over at Louis. He was smiling, the one that Harry loved the most. His eyes were crinkled and his mouth was stretched wide; he looked so pleased that Harry had to lean over and kiss his temple. “So what do you think?” he asked, pressing the words against Louis's cheekbone. He pulled away to usher him into the house and they dropped their bags in the expansive entryway.

Harry had changed a bit of the decorating since the last time Louis had been there, making it more like the house the two of them shared in London. This one was more open, with more windows and more space for them to be themselves. No interruptions, no looking over their shoulders, just the two of them to break in all the new furniture.

He couldn't wait.

21) Can’t Blame Gravity | Explicit | 11931 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

They have a tradition on their birthdays.

22) We Should Get Jerseys | Mature | 12147 words

Harry is a hockey player, and Louis is his slightly melodramatic boyfriend.

23) Let’s Take the World By Storm | Explicit | 14656 words

Harry lifts his head off Louis' chest to look at Louis' face. "What's that supposed to mean?"

“I don’t know, but our sex life feels a bit boring, ‘sall,” Louis says, completely avoiding eye contact.

“Boring.” Harry says flatly. He doesn’t say anything more, and Louis looks up to see that Harry seems to be mulling it over.

“Yeah, boring," Louis says, and keeps talking before Harry can pipe up. “I mean, think about it. We’ve been dating since X Factor, and now things are starting to drag a bit. We don’t even have the time for handjobs anymore, much less actual sex.”

24) Dreams Can’t Take The Place Of Loving You | Explicit | 15496 words

In which Liam is the go-to ring guy, Niall's relentless, Zayn is family, and Harry and Louis are disgusting.

25) I Would Follow You (To the Moon and Back) | Explicit | 20355 words

Everyone has baggage, some people sleepwalk, some have obsessive exes, and others turn into anthropomorphic wolf-like monsters that destroy furniture and run rampant in the forest. Perfectly normal.

Or the one where Harry and Louis have been dating for six months, Harry is a werewolf, and it's a full moon. This time they're going to get it right.

26) All The Diamonds You Have Here | Not Rated | 21603 words

It hits Louis now, how fucking close to the precipice they’re standing. Or, an au feat. investment banking and children.

27) Love Like Wildfire | Explicit | 21744 words

Louis was an Omega and a Prefect. Harry was an Alpha and a little rascal. They were mates, drawn to each other since they first met in the Hogwarts Express. They worked well like that, or at least they tried, which only made their relationship way more interesting.

28) Sort Your Head And Facedown | Explicit | 26426 words

Harry gets sent to an alternate universe where most everything is the same and most everything has changed.

29) What This World Is About | Explicit | 34472 words

An eighties American high school AU; there are first times, football games, and feelings.

Alternatively titled: the beginning.

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