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rempewiththetempe · 6 months ago

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Is This Off The Record? — Quinn Hughes⁴³

Chapter One

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Pairing: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

Summary: Y/n gets a job as a rinkside reporter for the Vancouver Canucks, befriending many of the roster members, but one player (who just so happens to wear the C on his chest) is rather against the idea of becoming friends with the girl.

Warnings: use of y/n, cursing, I think that’s it?

w/c: 3,198

a/n: I haven’t written anything in what feels like forever, so I hope this isn’t too bad. I started writing this at like 6 in the morning without sleep the previous night and finished it up after i finally slept so I apologize for any mistakes. I’m also not very educated in the world of reporting but I tried my best. I hope you enjoy!

You weren’t new to the world of reporting. Not in the slightest, actually. You had dreamt of being a big-time journalist since you were just a girl. You’d had it in your head for a while now that you wanted to be a sports reporter. It was kind of niche, sure, but you were going to do everything you could to achieve that goal.

Your dad originally fueled your love for sports, and while you never played any sports competitively, you loved watching them nonetheless. There were a few sports that you didn’t enjoy watching at all. You didn’t have a “favorite” sport per se, but if someone asked you what sport you pictured yourself covering, you would say football. Of course, he made it clear that no matter what you did, he would be infinitely proud, but once your dad had learned that you wanted to work in sports reporting, he brought up how cool it would be if you could be a sideline reporter one day. Since then, that was the picture you’d had in your head for what you’d be doing in sports. Things don’t always work out the way you want them to though.

When you’d gotten the call that you landed a job as a rinkside reporter for the Vancouver Canucks, you were beyond excited, but part of you felt a bit disappointed. It was the part of you that always wanted to be perfect at everything, the part that always demanded the best of yourself, and the part that never accepted failure or defeat. You had been dreaming about your future job for years, and it wasn’t working out exactly how you’d planned. It was fine though. Lots of people would kill to get a job like this, so it had to be fine.

You’d lived in the Seattle area for your entire life, so you’d been hoping to land a job with the Seahawks. It didn’t work out that way, but you still landed a job with a major sports franchise within five hours of most of your immediate family. You were glad about that. Family was one of the most important things to you. Well, your family and your job.

It didn’t take you long to pack up your things, preparing for your move to Vancouver. You’d lived in that small studio apartment for the last 4 years and it still didn’t feel like home. It still felt empty and barren. No marks on the floor from the constant dragging of kitchen table chairs. No residue of crayon low on the wall from where you and your brother had drawn on it and done a shitty job of wiping it off the wall afterward. No crack in the porcelain of the bathroom counter poorly covered by whatever the fuck kind of glue concoction your mom had tested out on it. It wasn’t home. And now it really would never be considered home.

You’d already found a place to rent in Vancouver, a one-bedroom apartment with suspiciously low rent, and even though you’d seen it in person once, you were still slightly skeptical because of the price. Despite the stress of trying to move and find a place quickly, you were happy. Stressed, but happy. And that’s what mattered.

You didn’t want to take a plane when you went to Vancouver, for obvious reasons, so you drove your car. Well, technically you didn’t drive your car, your brother, Brock, did. He insisted on driving up with you, even if it was only a two-and-a-half-hour drive. He had a friend who had moved up to Vancouver about a year ago who he hadn’t seen since. He came up with the idea that he’d drive you up to your new home and make sure you were settled in, and then he’d have his friend pick him up from your place so they could hang out for a few days before he took a bus or a train home or something. He didn’t really have a fully formulated plan. He often didn’t. It annoyed you to no end sometimes. It somehow always worked out okay for him though.

“I’m just a little worried about you is all,” Brock spoke from the driver’s seat, glancing over at you momentarily before turning his eyes back to the road ahead of him. You were sat in the passenger seat of your car, absentmindedly scrolling through social media to pass the time of the could-be-worse drive. Brock’s words broke the comfortable silence that had hung in the car for the past 30 minutes. You lifted your gaze up from your phone to look at your brother who was two years your junior, yet was protective of you nonetheless.

“I don’t know what you’re getting so worried about,” you said with a faint smile and a fond shake of your head. You turned your phone off and set it face down on your thigh as you heard him sigh at your words.

“You’re gonna be all on you’re own, Y/n/n,” Brock let out with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, not taking his eyes off the road this time. His words didn’t exactly make a whole lot of sense. You moved out over four years ago and here he was talking about you living on your own.

“I’ve been living on my own.” An exasperated chuckle escaped you before your sentence had even left your mouth. You found Brock to be a little funny sometimes, even when he wasn’t trying to be.

“Shut up, you know what I mean, dumbass,” he said, a little laughter making its way out of his throat as he spoke. He shoved at your shoulder lightly. It was kind of hard to have a serious conversation with a boy whom you once saw eat an entire pack of Oreos within five minutes, then vomit everywhere, and proceed to try again with a pack of Nutter Butters.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you said, giggling slightly at the random memory that entered your mind. The car fell silent after that, but the silence was short-lived as 10 minutes later, Brock decided to play any and every Kidz Bop song on Bluetooth to annoy the ever-living shit out of you. It worked tremendously. You flipped him off and popped your headphones in, curling up on the seat in a way that you knew would have your back hurting later. You somehow managed to fall asleep, even with Brock brake-checking you about 10 times.

Brock had helped you settle into your new apartment, staying there for a day to help you get your stuff unpacked. There was only a box or two left to unpack by the time his friend came to pick him up. You hugged him tightly, knowing it would probably be a little while until you saw him again.

That night, you’d wanted to go to bed early, since you had your first day on the job tomorrow, but, of course, you couldn’t stop tossing and turning until about three in the morning when your alarm was set to wake you up at 6:30. You were sure that snooze button would be pressed at least a few times the next morning, and you were right.

You’d finally gotten out of bed at around seven in the morning. Something like that. You weren’t entirely sure. It didn’t affect your morning schedule too much though. You’d given yourself extra time so you could unpack the rest of your stuff. That part of your schedule had been replaced by you lying in bed and repeatedly pressing the snooze button. You could always unpack your stuff when you got back to the apartment, so it wasn’t a huge deal.

The Canucks’ practice technically started at 11 AM, but most of the players arrived at ten, so that’s when you wanted to be there. That meant you had to leave your apartment around 9:30. You wanted to be punctual. No mistakes.

You walked into your very empty bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. You cringed slightly at the barely noticeable dark circles under your eyes. You knew that they would go unnoticed for the most part and that concealer would probably cover it, but you were still pissy about it. You hadn’t gotten any quality sleep, after all. Well, that’s that, I suppose, you thought to yourself.

You stripped and stepped into the shower, grabbing the mini shampoo, conditioner, and body wash bottles you always kept in your toiletries bag, since you’d forgotten to buy some yesterday. Your family always teased you about carrying those bottles with you, but they actually came in handy so who’s laughing now? Probably still them. Eh, you can’t win every battle.

You took a long shower, washing away the drive from the day before and the shitty sleep you got last night. You closed your eyes and let the warm water hit your face, finding comfort in the feeling despite just barely being able to breathe through the stream of water.

You eventually turned the water off reluctantly and grabbed the towel off the rack that you’d put there just yesterday. You shivered as you opened the curtain and the cold air hit your wet skin. Warm showers were great until you had to get out.

You went through the rest of your routine, brushing your teeth, blowdrying your hair, finding an outfit to wear, etc. The morning felt like it passed by in slow motion. The suspense was killing you. You were restless as you waited for the clock to tell you it was time to leave. When it did, you practically bolted out the door.

The drive to the practice arena was anxious, to say the least. The excitement had turned into nervousness as soon as you put your key in the ignition. No music played through your speakers. The Bluetooth never connected to your phone, but even if it did, you wouldn’t have turned anything on anyway. Silence was what you needed to collect your thoughts and prepare yourself.

You got to the rink early, but you were glad you’d gotten there early. Better than being late. You sat in your car for a few minutes, before finally taking a deep breath and getting out. You must have made sure you locked your car at least ten times as you walked up to the arena, which was most definitely unnecessary.

Once inside, it was surreal looking at the environment. It was their practice arena, nothing incredibly special about it, but it was what the whole thing meant. It meant that you were doing what you loved, what you’d wanted to do for so long. You absolutely couldn’t wait.

It didn’t take long for all the players to arrive. Most of them arrived around the same time, pretty much all within a span of about five minutes. You had a few words with some of them, mainly just quick questions that didn’t really get you anywhere, but, hey, progress is progress. You actually had a relatively long chat with J.T. Miller, you know, considering the circumstances. The conversation didn’t last nearly as long as you would’ve liked but he spent longer talking to you than the others did.

The last one to arrive was none other than the newly-named Captain of the Canucks himself, a whole ten minutes after everyone else did. He wasn’t technically late, but still. It didn’t seem very Captain-like, but you guessed that you weren’t quite in the position to judge, seeing as you didn’t even play sports, let alone captain an NHL team.

“Hi, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to ask-” You began cheerfully but cut yourself off due to the fact he didn’t even acknowledge your presence. He just…walked right by. You couldn’t tell if he actually didn’t hear or see you, or if he was just really fucking shameless about ignoring people. You could hardly believe either one, but at least the former option would be a misunderstanding. The latter was just plain fucking rude.

You stood baffled for a moment but recovered as you saw him disappear into the locker room. You blinked a few times to clear your head of the weird interaction, before going over to take your seat next to the rest of the reporters and journalists.

The practice went smoothly from what you could tell. It didn’t seem like a whole lot was going on, just routine drills. You made sure to take lots of pictures anyway, essentially documenting the entire practice, sometimes focusing your camera lens on the fan favorites. You were certainly better with your words than with a camera, but they say a picture is worth a thousand words, so you tried. Your photography skills weren’t as good as you would’ve liked them to be, but you were getting better.

As their practice came to a close, most of the reporters and journalists gathered outside the door to the locker room, waiting for the okay to enter and ask their questions. Of course, they wanted their questions answered. It was the first official practice of the regular season, after all. You tried to wriggle your way to the front but to no avail. It seemed kind of counterproductive. Once the limited amount of media reps had begun filtering in, you certainly felt like a small fish in a big pond. Forget the pond, you were in the fucking Pacific Ocean. Everyone else seemed to know exactly what they were doing, exactly who to go to, and which questions to ask them, and you didn’t. You were sure you looked like a lost puppy in here.

Someone seemed to notice that too. The fellow you’d had a friendly chat with earlier. The 30-year-old center was already answering some questions from another reporter, but as he answered a question you hadn’t quite heard, he jerked his head to the side, inviting you over. You gladly went. You probably wouldn’t have been able to work up the courage to talk with anyone in here alone. You made your way over to where he stood, a microphone held in front of his face by the middle-aged male journalist who stood directly in front of him. You stood slightly off to the side, waiting for the other reporter to finish up with his questions.

Once he finished his questions, you made room for yourself in front of the man who had thankfully granted you his kindness. He chuckled as you awkwardly stood in front of him. His presence was somewhat comforting.

“Don’t sweat it, Kid,” He said, flashing you a comforting smile. The way he spoke the words reminded you of the cool teachers in school after you’d fucked up so badly that you’d just barely gotten by with a passing grade.

You laughed a little self-consciously at his comment, now knowing that your shortcomings were also apparent to others and not just you. You took a deep breath before speaking, attempting to calm your nerves.

“Would you wanna answer a few questions?” You managed to ask and it felt like a big step for you even though it was just a seven-word sentence. He nodded wordlessly, a reassuring smile on his face as he did so.

You actually shook off some nerves and asked him a few run-of-the-mill questions. Simple ones like, What aspect of play do you think your team has improved the most in over the off-season? What aspects of play have you improved in individually over the off-season?, and Do you think your team possesses the necessary chemistry between teammates to be a Stanley Cup contender this year? All of the questions either came with easy answers or came with no direct answer at all. You didn’t mind all that much though. Not right now anyway. You were asking the right questions, and knowing that made things just a little bit easier.

After you had finished your short interview with J.T., he led you over to where his Captain stood, stating that you just had to ask him some of your questions. You weren’t entirely keen on the idea after your, for lack of a better word, odd interaction with him before practice had even started, but you begrudgingly obliged.

“Are you sure he’s up for more questions?” You asked almost nervously as a sort of last-ditch effort to get out of talking to this guy. You knew it was a stupid question that wouldn’t get you anywhere. These people knew how to talk to the media and they knew that it was part of their job to do such, of course,, he’d answer some questions. No harm in at least trying to get out of it though, right?

J.T. just laughed at your question and the insistence in your tone at first. He either didn’t know or didn’t care that you didn’t want to talk to Quinn and you didn’t know which one made you more annoyed.

“He won’t mind,” He finally said said after a breath. You didn’t care if he minded, quite frankly, you did not want to go through another awkward interaction. You’d already gotten the answers that you’d needed anyway. You were screaming internally.

Quinn was finishing up some questions with some other journalist when you made it over to where he stood. He had an intense gaze as you could tell he carefully thought about each one of his answers. He glanced over at you as the woman in front of him asked what you simultaneously hoped would be her last question and her first question, wanting this to be over with as quickly as possible but not even want it to start in the first place. His eyes weren’t on you long and you weren’t exactly sure what to make of the way he looked at you for that short time.

The question the woman had been asking had actually been her last question and you let out a breath when you realized such. With a smile on his face, J.T. nudged Quinn and it looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off by the woman who had just been interviewing Quinn.

“Could I ask you a few questions as well?” She asked J.T. with a rather confident smile on her face and you didn’t know how one could even be that confident in a situation like this.

“Um, sure,” He said after a moment and you could see that he didn’t exactly want to, but he knew he kind of had to.

You silently begged him not to leave you alone, but it was part of his job and you knew that. You still let out a long sigh as he was led a little further away from you and Quinn as to not interfere with your interview.

You turned back to Quinn after a moment and he was also watching J.T. being virtually dragged away. It seemed that he saw you look back at him through his peripherals, and he turned to face you.

“Can you answer some questions for me?”

#nhl fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #hockey #nhl #nhl x reader #quinn hughes x reader #qh43 #vancouver canucks

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sag-dab-sar · 1 year ago

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The Need to Recognize Christmas' Preferential Treatment 🎄

Christmas is seen as "stolen" from pre-Christian traditions or described as "not really Christian". Some of it is legitimate (e.g with specific local or national folk traditions), a lot of it is pseudo-history (e.g Mithras birthday, an entire Christmas tree, lights) but frankly neither actually matter. Because, in our modern world, Christmas holds a prestigious place due to Christianity.

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Here are examples that showcase Christmas' ubiquitous, unquestioned place in many Culturally Christian nations and why we need to recognized its ubiquity:

Appropriation of Judaism, re-imagined for Christmas exists like this. @/koshercosplay has basically an infinite amount of examples to use for these posts and even gets sent asks of more examples.

There is no Jewish, Islamic, Buddhist, Hindu or other religions' holidays reserved as an official federal holiday in the US. So all non-Christian religious holidays are labeled as "accommodations" while Christmas is a given.

While my post targets the US because thats were I am from, this isn't US only. Christmas is a public holiday in a large protion of countries around the world (see map).

Hallmark Christmas movies, that are made by the dozens at this point and are a US Christmas staple, are propaganda longing for a better ""family friendly"" white washed Christian version of America that never existed.

Hallmark has added anti-semitism into it's Christmas movies.

A Hanukkah presentation was banned in a Florida school meanwhile the same school was celebrating Christmas activities and decorations. Justified by Florida's Parental Rights Bill ("Don't say gay" bill) "obligating us to follow the 5th grade standards [...] At this time, a Chanukah presentation is not in our standards." It was only reversed to to social media outcry.

Something similar also happened in a Vancouver school where Christmas decorations were allowed because they "aren't religious" while Hanukkah ones were explicitly denied.

Fasting and breaking for prayer during Ramadan is seen as an inconvenience to employers, who need "guidance" on how to "accommodate" their Muslim employees. And has led to Muslims being straight up fired. Whereas Christmas decorations, events, or music in a work setting is fine.

Universities won't hold classes on Christmas but will reverse their practice of not holding classes on Yom Kippur & Rosh Hashanah because not holding classes on those holidays is "intended to insure greater continuity in the academic schedule and minimize course disruption for students." Those two holidays are a debate at the university— Christmas is never a debate.

Not holding classes on Eid al-Adha is also controversial! This also included reversing the decision to not have classes. The decisions to not hold classes on the holiday is a debate at the school board— Christmas is never a debate.

To make it all worse in the US: Christian Nationalism is dramaticlly increasing x x x

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No matter what pagan-ness or secular aspects can be found in Christmas it has a privileged special place in our culture— that is afforded to no other religion— specifically because it is Christian. There are a few examples where this isn't the case (e.g Japan) but those are very few and far between

In my strong opinion: if you choose to celebrate the holiday, as a Christian or non-Christian, you should recognize the special spot & privilege it has.

You shouldn't dismiss that fact and the above examples because "pagan origins" or "celebrating it in a secular way"

Maybe next time when your classmate, your child's classmates, or you sibling's friend want to put up Hanukkah decorations in school next to the Christmas ones you can speak against the school administration that bans it, or against the teacher who gets upset at the idea.

Or perhaps you can be the person at the school board meeting who points out that Christmas isn't any more special than Yom Kippur or Eid al-Adha so why are those debatable when Christmas isn't.

Recognizing these things is not raining on Christmas' parade nor does it mean you should feel guilty for celebrating, its simply a matter of expanding you view of the world and learning the obstacles other people face.

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P.S

Recognizing its preferential spot is paramount imo but if you'd also like to touch on the history of the matter:

Here is some info on the "Christmas is stolen" argument, as well as tracing secular and religious history of the holiday.

The origins of Christmas and its traditions are marred with psudeo-history plastered all over news websites, blogs, and supposedly reputable sources. But many of this comes down to secondary sources citing each other in a loop without primary sourcing. Here is an example of how that can happen (not xmas related).

-Dyslexic, not audio proof read- | -repost-

#repost #paganism #pagan #polytheism #christmas #cultural christianity #christian #xmas #holiday season #hannukah #adding that tag since it has so many examples #and i suppose merry christmas if you're celebrating it #i say all this as a christmas lover #like a BIG christmas lover #xtianity #resources #celebration day

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harocat · 4 days ago

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Okay but have you considered that if you got isekai-ed into Smallville then now you live in a better Kansas because it's a universe where Clark Kent is real.

Oh good point. A universe where someone like him was real would be infinitely better.

Plus, since Smallville was filmed in Vancouver, we hilariously see that the closest big city is surrounded by water. I am in the closest big city which means I’d finally get to live by the ocean. 😂

#metropolis is essentially Kansas City in Smallville which is so funny to me #maplerosekisses

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cedarboughs · 3 months ago

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Hiking(?) Journal: The West Coast Trail

Day VII.5: Pleasure Cruises

September 6

Nanaimo to Vernon

It all comes full circle. I left the same motel in Nanaimo full of the same breakfast from the same room I had on the 26th, as if the week on the coast had been just a long dream.

Arriving at the ferry docks, there was a three hour wait for the next sailing to the mainland. C’est normal, I don’t mind a couple of hours of waiting time. At the Horseshoe Bay docks on the way out I’d discovered blackberries growing through the fence. None of those here, but the sun was beating down on the asphalt car ramp so we spread damp tents and clothing on wide-open doors like clotheslines to dry in the interval. Then I went to explore the terminal.

I’m a big fan of terminals, stations, and ports. I’ll arrive early to a flight to wander around the airport. I love the liminal recreation of a waiting place made to be comfortable but still anticipatory. That’s one of about infinite reasons I yearn for a dream of passenger rail. Imagine hanging out in the stations! In the block around Calgary’s former main station there now exists a coffeehouse, a grand hotel, an observation tower, a mystery theatre, a curry house, and a brew pub. Imagine if those could all be integrated into a reopened waiting place for a train to Vancouver, Drumheller, Banff, Edmonton, Montana… Sorry. I’m lost in fantasies of hypothetical train lines again, as I usually am. Death and despair to the CPKC Frieght monopoly over rail lines forever and ever and all that. Back to Nanaimo. Point is, the Nanaimo ferry terminal is a nice one. I bought a Nanaimo bar (of course, one must when one is in Nanaimo,) looked at souvenirs, and watched birds circle over the tidal flats beneath the balcony. To me this is all an important part of any journey. I love layovers.

The ferry ride itself was basically a pleasure cruise. The jurisdictions on either side of the Salish Sea love their ferries. I rode and loved a fair share of Washington Ferries on the way to the Olympic Peninsula a few years back, but I’ll always be a B.C. Ferries boyo. On the boat they advertised that you could take not a connection but an actual cruise with the ferry company to places as remote as Haida Gwaii and as unknown to me as Tweedsmuir. Honestly, give me a trip of just hopping ferries town to town zigzagging across the channels from Olympia to Alaska. Well, this pleasure cruise was only about an hour, but still I ate some good fries from the cafeteria, dug the onboard gift shop and bookstore, and watched layered distant islets pass from on deck. I didn’t get any photos, so here are some Takao Tanabe prints to evoke the feeling of cruising the West Coast.

Strait of Georgia, 1990

Hesquiat Bay

Back on the mainland it was a long drive past the distant skyline of Vancouver and up the Fraser towards Vernon. Don’t ask me why we chose Vernon as a place to stop. The Okanagan is supposed to be Canada’s little Mediterranean, valley of cycling wine tours and more pleasure cruises. Mykonos west. So why was town shuttered by 7 pm? I had a burger and a beer at a moderately ok pub that was literally the only open door. And it was fine.

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moochilatv · 7 days ago

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Alex Hracan presents: Amour

Welcome 2025 !

"This is my favorite track. I aimed to create an atmosphere of love and convey the message that there's nothing to search for—we are all one", ALEX HRACAN.

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Alex Hracan, a French Singer-Songwriter, Theremin Player, Electronic Music Composer and Producer blends his passion for music with a deep connection to nature and an unwavering fascination with the unknown. Currently residing in Vancouver, Canada. He finds inspiration in the serenity and mystique of his surroundings, channeling the essence of nature into his musical creations.

Alex Hracan seamlessly merges elements of electronic music with rich, emotive melodies, creating immersive sonic landscapes that transport listeners on a journey of exploration and introspection. His compositions, characterized by intricate layers of sound and texture, evoke a sense of wonder and transcendence, inviting audiences to lose themselves in the music's ethereal embrace. Guided by a profound belief in the infinite possibilities of existence, Alex imbues his compositions with a sense of cosmic wonder, inviting listeners to embark on a journey of exploration and introspection. Through his ethereal melodies and transcendent soundscapes, he seeks to capture the ineffable essence of infinity and evoke a sense of timelessness in his music.

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Alex Hracan is also a skilled performer who incorporates the theremin into his live sets and studio recordings, he adds a captivating dimension to his music, further enhancing its enigmatic allure and otherworldly charm. Join Alex Hracan on a journey beyond the boundaries of time and space, where the echoes of infinity resonate with the eternal rhythm of the universe.

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singlethread · 3 months ago

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I wish I had infinite money so I could buy aj tickets to see taylor in Vancouver with their brother and their brothers partner

#THEY SHOULD GET TO SEE TAYLOR

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lunchboxpoems · 2 years ago

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DURING THE PANDEMIC I LISTEN TO THE JULY 26, 1965, JUAN-LES-PINS RECORDING OF A LOVE SUPREME

The first familiar, know-them-anywhere notes bless me this savage morning. Coltrane’s horn racing up and down every alley, in and out of veins and over the faces of lakes and into the heart of stones. And when he repeats A love supreme again and again, it’s as though, if he says it enough, he can ease that mercy down into me, into the tiny ossicular chain, the chemical rush, the spark, and my brain getting it—if even just for this thirty-two minutes and forty-eight seconds. My daughter’s been sick seven weeks with the virus. Yesterday she felt a little bored, she texted. And I grab that like a shopping cart. I load it up with hope. Make it prayer. When the day’s portion of the Torah is recited, someone stands by to correct mistakes. The words must vibrate precisely in the air. So I open my door to the breath of his instrument that refuses nothing, lavishing the grass, gutters, and trees, concrete, cars, the gopher pulling down the new lettuces. This generous sound that can mean anything, nothing, whatever you need. And isn’t that god? Isn’t that it? This shivering? This fall to my knees? Gods do walk among us. But humans are, after all, a broken promise. And yet, these humans seem to be trying to enter . . . what? I can almost hear it. This old planet. Worms passing earth through their tissue. Orchids, corn, mockingbirds throwing themselves into song like there’s no tomorrow. Which there may not be. Yet, still a mountain. Still wind. And Coltrane still offering the same four notes like a teacher who is infinitely patient. He’s telling me it’s worth it to be in a body. He’s telling me I’m alive in a beach town in California and my daughter in a high-rise in Vancouver, my girl, lying feverish on the couch she’s been lying on forty-nine days and forty-nine nights, still alive.

ELLEN BASS

#ellen bass #poem #poetry #pandemic

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agent-bash · 1 year ago

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It Doesn't Always Stay (In Vegas)

Summary: It's an age-old story. A guy takes a trip to Las Vegas. He meets a beautiful stranger in a bar. And after that, well…what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Doesn't it?

Hi-ho peoples. Thanks for being so understanding about the delay. My time is a lot more my own now that we're in August. Infinitely so almost because I am off on vacation! I'm typing this in the Vancouver airport about an hour away from jumping on a flight! So plenty of writing time ahead for your buddy Bash! Enjoy this one, let me know what you think, and I'll you guys Wednesday for WIP sneak peek!

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#Upstead #Upstead fanfic #IDAS stuff #Chicago PD fanfic #Jay Halstead #Hailey Upton #Bash Writes

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amiiancasselmanyet · 4 months ago

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Casselman nation is an infinitely better bit than the simple "am I Ian casselman yet" thing like I'm sorry but addressing 20 people (a lot of the followers here are from inactive blogs lmao) like I'm a YouTuber from 2016 about to make a clickbait vlog but it's just a shit post over a 41 year old drummer from Vancouver is so funny

Long live casselman nation, my homeland or whatever

#personal

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midnighterapollo · 2 years ago

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Tag Game

Tagged by @fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur💞

Tea, coffee or soda?

Tea or coffee? Depends on my mood. Can’t rlly drink soda.

Dogs or cats?

Cats. I’ll always love my dogs but I was always surrounded by cats since I was young. So they hold a special place in my heart.

Can you play an instrument?

Used to play the bass clarinet and piano. Regret that I stopped playing the piano.

What’s your sun sign?

Pisces. Sadly.

First song lyric that pops into your head?

“Frații mei îți fac și plinu'” (cardu și pinu - RAVA)

Do you have any tattoos?

Not yet.

Favourite place you’ve traveled?

I don’t rlly have a favourite place. But I did enjoy my Vancouver trip with my mother the most.

What’s the last movie you watched?

Infinite (2021). I had no choice mum wanted to watch it bc of Mark Wahlberg I on the other hand wanted to watch it after I realised Dylan O’Brien was in it. But he only had a small part! Was miffed about that.

What languages do you speak?

I can speak a bit of Romanian and I’m learning several other languages.

Do you have any hobbies?

Does reading count? (I mean actual books not just fanfics)

You can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose?

Chuck Hansen. I wanna learn about the mechanics of jaegers and gush about being a pet parents.

Complement yourself:

Uhhh, you look fine?

No pressure tags!: @bradshawbaby @sherlocking-out-loud @okaybutlikemakeitgay @pollyna @lilgreyarea

#tag games

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chiveburger · 2 years ago

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my shaker moulds came in!!!!! I’m about to wet myself... I’ve casted three relatively basic heart shakers with a bit of glitter and acrylic coloring. It’s so cold in vancouver right now I feel like they’ll take more than 24 hours to cure, and part of me feels like I either didn’t mix the resin enough, didn’t mix it in equal parts, or in general just didn’t do it RIGHT to get a decent looking shaker border but I’ll be optimistic for now. my own scale also isn’t precise enough to measure such small quantities of liquids so I might have to invest in another one, but let’s press pause on that for a second. the moulds are so much smaller than I expected but they’re actually much more to my liking than what I thought they’d be. I think my brain automatically assumed they were really big because it hadn’t occurred to me artists could be zooming up into their art videos, but getting the moulds in the mail I’m like “oh!” I’m pleasantly surprised but it’s also going to make it infinitely harder to design because they’re itty bitty things. I’m so excited I hope they turn out nice...

#if they turn out nice ill go insane #borger diary

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cleverhottubmiracle · 5 days ago

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Looking for more of the freakiest, flyest men's fashion trends 2025 has in store? Swing by our New Arrivals shop, and then check out what our editors are buying right now.In the GQ offices, celebrating the new year involves more than just champagne and resolutions: it means a fresh slate of men’s fashion trends to kick off 2025 on an impeccably-shod foot. Around this time every year, we thank our sweats and shorts for their service, set them aside in favor of fuzzy sweaters and raw jeans, and barrel toward new sartorial horizons at full speed. Which begs the question: What do we see coming around the bend in 2025?To answer just that, we polished off our crystal ball (and, uh, mixed our analogies), and peered intently into its murky depths to suss out 15 men's fashion trends way more exciting than, like, a half-hearted commitment to start exercising. (Said crystal ball is actually the GQ Recommends braintrust—we’re a little more calculated than a mystical orb, and a lot less cursed than ChatGPT—but the point stands.)To predict the can’t-miss menswear moves of the coming year, we scoured runway stills, street style shots, and our very own mood boards to make sense of where the state of our highly specific union is headed next. Take a look, glean what you will, and start shifting your 2025 fits into high gear.1. Pants With a Literal TwistWhat could possibly be in store for the big pants agenda in 2025? Instead of worrying about fit, you should think about construction. And if there’s one thing to keep a close eye on, it’s pants with twisted seams. Delinquent seams—whether curling around the front or back of the leg—have all the makings of enjoying a breakout year: They're an approachable touch of roughed-up freak with a healthy dose of Y2K nostalgia. If you're looking for your next swerve, go curved. —Michael NolledoSunflowerIndigo Wide Twist JeansJW AndersonTwisted Workwear Denim JeansJacquemusScala de-Nîmes Denim PantsLemaireTwisted Seam Belted Straight Leg Pants2. Clasps on FireI'm seeing classic styles—peacoats, truckers, waxed jackets–get updated with clasps reminiscent of vintage fireman jackets. (Mfpen has a beautiful, denim fireman clasp jacket dropping in a couple of months.) I dig it. The simple change gives a workwear edge to more formal pieces, meaning you can still enjoy the classic style's functionality, but without the associations that come with, say, a big Barbour zip, or some giant rounded peacoat buttons. There are some very special finds on eBay and Depop, but here are a few if you want to go new. —Louis CheslawPurdeyLatch Corduroy and Leather-Trimmed Cotton-Canvas CoatJunya WatanabeLobster-Clasp JacketCarter YoungNewman PeacoatSoundmanBanger Fireman Coat3. Cowichan KnitsFor well over a century, Indigineous craftspeople hailing from the Cowichan territory of Vancouver Island have been knitting their namesake sweaters: brawny shawl-collar cardigans built to battle the British Columbian chill. You can still cop the genuine article from traditional knitters like Kanata, though these days there are plenty of updated interpretations to choose from—like Faiz T.S.'s bomber jacket hybrid or Haven's blacked-out banger. —Yang-Yi GohKanata Hand KnitsKS19 Cowichan SweaterFaiz T.S. & Co.Handknit Cowichan Bomber SweaterBuck MasonHandknit Harbor Wool CowichanHavenPacific Handknit Cardigan4. Bulked-Up Boat ShoesBoat shoes roared back in the past couple of years, so I understand that declaring any vertical of the polarizing style to be “back” or “trending” isn’t all that helpful. But within the category, the bulkier, more sturdy, more structural ones are infinitely more interesting—and more utilitarian—than the classic two-eye, flat-soled iterations. As such, I’m seeing them everywhere, worn with everything, in every context. Maybe this one is less of a trend and more of a mainstreaming, but either way it’s happening. —Reed NelsonL.L.BeanAllagash Handsewn MocsTimberlandx ALD 3-Eye Lug ShoesSperryAuthentic Original™ Unlined Lug 3-Eye Boat Shoe5. Clean, Crisp, Raw DenimIn the years since the last raw denim renaissance, we've seen bold blue jeans trends from threadbare shredded options to tripped-out colorways to overdyes and acid washes. But 2025 will be a reset back into a cleaner, simpler aesthetic. We'll incorporate the unadulterated, deep, inky indigo back into our wardrobe to anchor every outfit. We may not be approaching it like the selvedge-obsessed fade-it-yourself denimheads did back in the 2010s. Instead, it'll be more of a sobering up or a denim detox. —Gerald OrtizLevi's501 Original Shrink-to-fit jeansAbercrombie & FitchBaggy JeanStüssyNew Classic Jean Denim6. Plucky PinstripesPeople who wore pinstripes used to fall into two camps: Yankees (of the New York variety) and Gordon Gekko acolytes (also of the New York variety). You don't have to be either to pull off the cold-weather pattern today, though orienting your style—if not, y'know, your morals—around the latter is a great place to start. We dig a chilled-out suit as much as the next guy, but the the most righteous way to flex your sartorial chops this year is a little more severe: brash lapels, strong shoulders, nipped waist, and a healthy dose of swaggering braggadocio. —Avidan GrossmanBuck MasonItalian Wool Flannel Townsman BlazerBuck MasonItalian Wool Flannel Graduate PantSunflowerWide Pleated Trouser7. Rough RingsShiny silver has been getting more and more scuffed up, and with retailers like SSENSE and Harrod's stocking up on designers like The Ouze, I don't see it stopping. It tracks to me—I'd never worn jewelry before as I didn't want to attract that kind of glinty attention, but have loved the rougher pieces I've picked up over the last few months. —LCThe OuzeHallmark Signet RingBleue BurnhamGarden Impression Signet Ring8. Retro Pinnies2024 was a big year for both mesh and cropped shirts, so it does seem natural that folks would discover that there’s a pre-existing garment that’s already married the best of both worlds: practice jerseys (and pinnies), preferably those modeled after the ones worn in the 70s, 80s and 90s. They’re airy, they’re a little (or a lot) slutty, they usually have some sort of funky detailing—like knit trim or a funky collar—and, like vintage tees, you can make them as personal as you want. Vintage is still the best route and eBay’s inventory is stellar, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t a ton of contemporary options. —RNMitchell & NessLos Angeles Angels 1984 Authentic Pullover JerseyB1ARCHIVEFootball Jersey T-ShirtMitchell & NessMilwaukee Bucks Hardwood Classics Practice Jersey9. Tartan Dress ShirtsSolid and striped dress shirts are always a safe bet with a suit or sport coat, sure. Get some plaid in the mix, though, and suddenly you're Redford in All the President's Men or Wes Anderson in any era—a little rumpled and professorial, ready to roll up your sleeves, loosen your tie, and get to goddamn work. —YYGPolo Ralph LaurenCustom Fit Striped Poplin ShirtHusbandsWide Collar ShirtJake's x Dick CarollBrushed Cotton Tartan Work ShirtAnglo-ItalianBrushed Wool Button Down Sport Shirt10. Slouchier SweatsJoggers are dead. The sweatpants that killed 'em are cut more like Y2K-doused jeans: big, baggy, and with hems that spill over sneakers, slip-ons, and—if you're a diehard Saint Laurent buff—kicky boots. If your trousers already worship at the altar of Armani's louche heyday, making the jump should be cinch. —AGSaint LaurentSatin Crepe Flared SweatpantsBalenciagaBasketball Series Baggy SweatpantsDries Van NotenCotton-Jersey SweatpantsLes TienGarment-Dyed Cotton-Jersey Sweatpants11. Belt It OutWomen have long known that a belt's ability to keep pants from crashing to the ground is the least of its benefits. In 2025, guys will finally see belts as something closer to jewelry—a fancy flourish on par with an icy necklace, wild sunglasses, or new shoes. I'm talking about belts adorned with studs, painted in vibrant colors, and sculpted in ways that belie their ability (or lack thereof) to battle gravity. —GOMaximum HenrySlim 3 Piece BeltLu'u DanTwisted Snake Cowboy BeltKapitalNeptune Disco Buckle Belt12. Crewneck CardisThere’s plenty of swervy knitwear moves you can make right now (see above), but the best one this season is the most simple. The rise of the crewneck cardigan is here, and like the demure assurance of a grandmother, it can support your fits like no other sweater can. The simple tweak of the neckline gives you more occasions to wear them than your standard cardi, whether open or buttoned all the way up for a purposeful take on the classic crewneck sweater. You don’t have to add pearls, but we wouldn’t be mad if ya did. —MN& DaughterAda Crewneck CardiganCelineChecked Brushed Jacquard-Knit CardiganTodd SnyderNomad Cashmere CardiganBodeRound-the-World Intarsia Cardigan13. Gentlemanly GorpIf round one of Gorpcore was all about technical fabrics, round two is for guys who no longer want to just be outdoors. They want to be outdoors in fabrics that their great, great, grandfather could have worn. If he was, say, an Austrian shepherd. I'm talking corduroy, boiled wool, felt, fleece. No '-Tex' in the mix. —LCConkersRelaxed Farmer ShirtCawley8 Wale British Cord Sandy Jacket14. Tiny TickersOne of the best things I bought this year was a teeny-tiny Seiko bracelet watch from the '70s, which is definitely more bracelet than watch and all the better for it. It’s a women’s model, but I have dainty wrists—and these days, the gals are beating the guys at their own game, anyway. If the coos of delight my new watch-let elicits are any indication, small watches will only be getting bigger in 2025. —AGSeikoEssential Two Tone Stainless Steel Bracelet WatchLonginesMini DolceVita Bracelet WatchCartierPanthère de CartierTissotLovely Square Bracelet Watch15. Zippy SweatersZippers and sweaters are an uneasy alliance to be sure—snags are catastrophic in the teeth of a zipper and the mechanisms by which they’re affixed to knitwear are often tenuous. I don’t care about any of these things, though, and it seems like others agree with that sentiment—zip cardigans are popping up in the wild in place of the button kind, track jackets, quarter-zips and the like with increasing frequency. And while it might be uneasy, the alliance is fruitful: when the zipper is bulky or shiny, it contrasts a knit in a more dramatic (re: interesting) way than buttons do, and when it’s low-profile, the placket fades away to an extent that buttons simply can’t. (I've been wearing an old one for two months and can't stop.) —RNStüssyFull-Zip Brushed Merino SweaterGapFull-Zip Sweater CardiganAndersen-AndersenNavy Full-Zip Pockets Cardigan Source link

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