#metropolitan riveters

[grantmentis]

Madison Packer has announced her retirement from professional hockey. She finished with:

Second all time in points in the PHF with 129 points in 131 games

Four years as captain of the Metropolitan Riveters, and the face of the franchise

Two U18 WJC gold medals (2008 and 2009)

2010-2011 NCAA champion

Six time PHF all star

2018 Isobel Cup Champion

A loud advocate for LGBT rights, equality in sports, and suicide prevention

One of the most important figures in New York/New Jersey women’s hockey, a mentor to many who routinely opened her home to rookies on the teams she played on to help them adjust to playing professional, and an icon

[deathbysports]

Hockey teams as Littlest Pet Shop: PHF/NWHL (RIP) edition.

Boston Pride

Buffalo Beauts

Connecticut Whale

Metropolitan Riveters

Minnesota Whitecaps

Montreal Force

Toronto Six

Starting PHF vs PWHL discourse is an immediate block. This is all for fun, please keep it fun. Thank you!

NHL Versions (Atlantic - Metro - Central - Pacific) - PWHL Version

[thingsmk1120sayz]

[whalepropaganda]

The documentary on the first season of the NWHL will be out soon!

[auroraliiga]

The Metropolitan Riveters have signed Finnish forward Susanna Tapani to a one year deal for the 2023–24 PHF season

"Susanna will be a difference maker in the PHF," said Rivs head coach Venla Hovi. "She is an experienced Finnish Olympian and one of the best forwards in the world. Suski is an offensive threat due to her ability to make plays and her speed makes her tough to handle on rushes. She will lead the team by example and her humble, calm presence will be an asset for us in the locker room."

[catrakomtrikru]

Let's go!

[emma-dennehy-on-ice]

So so happy i got to be there tonight. 8512 in attendance! Would have liked to have seen a reg win for the Rats but got to see a hell of a game anyway. Ozzy on net the whole time ^3^<3

Crowd had a wonderful energy. The little girl next to me was going wild in the best possible way, absolutely losing her shit. She got more than one chant going. In front was a wise butch women wearing played in Riveters gear. (full team signed Babstock jersey and a coaches jacket) She was next to a pair of tipsy wine aunt types who were paying more attention to her commentary and history lessons than the game.

I might also be developing a bit of a crush on ref 12, Sam Hiller. Moves like a dancer on ice, like the only ref i didnt boo at some point.

PWHL please Please PLEASE give Buffalo a team. I swear ill get season tickets even if i dont end up a fan of the team >_<

[reptilevomit]

PHF SUPREMACY. FUCK THE MINNESOTA WILD I LOVE GAY PEOPLE

meanwhile in women’s hockey: “it’s really important that we do this. it’s important in my opinion that all sports leagues and all sports teams do it. we have an obligation as athletes to use our platform for positivity and for good and there’s a lot of kids who are sitting at home right now questioning who they are as people. and when we push back and we don’t put a jersey on because it means something to us personally, we do damage to those kids. so i’m proud of our group for showing up. we have messaging in our locker room that always, no matter what, people are included. and that’s what it’s all about.”

[grantmentis]

Madison Packer acknowledging her tribute video (via Matthew Kass)

[maybe-boys-do-love]

Don't you see that Spare Me Your Mercy was all about love from beginning to end? The only question was what kind of love.

Dr. Kan introduced a love that was wild, indigenous, communal, and, most importantly to the plot, extralegal. Here I discussed my observation about the rural-specific parallels between acceptance of death and acceptance of queerness, and now finished with the series I stand by it firmly. Tew had assimilated into an upstanding individualistic perspective as he left his rural upbringing for the metropolitan world to find acceptance for himself, the kind his mother had for him but few others amongst the male leadership in his hometown. Kan tries to offer him a perspective about connection to the world that would allow him to live in his hometown and withstand the grief and suffering of a queer life.

It struck me watching the finale, and hopefully struck many other viewers, that much of what Kan said about euthanasia's legality in his confession to Tew applies equally to the state of queer love historically: "Is the law wrong?;" "It's legal in other places," "The law never understands the inequality, the lack of resources, the suffering." Its an ethical view that puts others humanity first before society's rules.

The question looming over the series was how Tew would process his mother's death. As your local queer tragedian, I love the artistry with which the show answers the question (without killing off our gay lovers). Tew confesses his love as he drives his paramour to jail in handcuffs. That is the essence of Tew's love. His love is a prison for people to suffer in for his own pride. He's deeply selfish @respectthepetty pointed out in a conversation with @poetry-protest-pornography, and so is his style of love--or style of cathexis, as bell hooks (my rural buddhist scholar crush) might label it, adapting from psychologist M. Scott Peck. Cathexis is the investment of feelings or emotions into someone often confused with love, what's been translated in Buddhist literature as attachment. Acted upon, cathexis is obsessive, controlling, and possessive. Those tendencies might serve an emotional purpose in establishing the early stages of a relationship (puppy love is fun!), but left unchecked they can also lead to things like, you know, tapping your lovers' car and following them. Right, Tew?

That's what intrigued me about the development of the pair's relationship. It integrated the layers of paranoia inflecting Tew's character. His police investigation, his reticence about his own queer expression back in his hometown, and his egotistical approach to relationships all braided together. Kan loses the pen Tew gifted him, for example, and it ignites suspicions for Tew of murder, being outed, and Kan's fidelity all at once. Meanwhile, the doctor, whose demeanor and open flirtation mark him as out and comfortable with his sexuality, knowingly accepts Tew's double-dealings hoping while he's doing it the detective will discover the kind of love and acceptance (of queerness and euthanasia) that Dr. Kan has found.

The genre of BL that SMYM skirts made Kan's perspective seem especially possible, and I, for one, felt riveted by the real mystery of where the show would land between its bleak murder-mystery and romance genres. Personally, I think we BL fans need to become more comfortable with the breadth romance can truly cover rather than simply getting mad at tragic love and ambiguities. Shows like SMYM and Only Friends are delivering masterfully executed series, but our aversions to difficult characters, duplicitous writing, and tragic plot structures have people failing to recognize their skill or purpose, entirely. Let me tell you that having gay tragedies that aren't about people dying because of homophobia is JUST AS RADICAL as gays with happy endings.

SMYM depicts a variety of queer men's lives. They come from different backgrounds in different generations. They've faced different obstacles and led imperfect lives. They've hurt some people and helped others. And they've committed to different approaches to understanding how people are meant to help with the experience of suffering based on their queer experiences but not solely. This is the story of how their views come to a head. It's tragic and an exceptionally well-done detective series that provokes incredible questions if you're willing to let go of the idea that series are here to make you, personally, happy rather than something to engage with.

*Unrelated note to all this, but I'm also appreciating how the song used, Northern Breeze (thanks @thaisongsengsub for translating here), has a lot of relevance about the fleeting nature of love and life, but it's also the same tune as Daisy Bell (A Bicycle Built for Two) which was FAMOUSLY sung by the robot HAL in 2001: A Space Odyssey when they euthanize it shut it down.

[fashionbooksmilano]

McQueen The Fashion Icons Unofficial and unauthorised

Michael O'Neill

Sona Books, Knowle, Solihull, West Midlands 2023, 144 pages, 21,5x27,5, ISBN 978-1-915343-32-1

euro 35,00

email if you want to buy booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

“Alexander McQueen - Redefining Beauty” is magnificently adorned with some of Lee Alexander McQueen’s most riveting designs, and the narrative illuminates the personal and professional struggles of a man who dared to defy accepted norms in the cavernous halls of fashion and give the world a new sense of the grandeur of which human creativity is capable. From conflicted gay teenager, aggressive and remote young man, through to his lonely suicide, the book charts Alexander McQueen’s ascent to couturier par excellence, highlighting his spectacular shows and showing how his confrontational, streetwise manner was simply a shield that protected and masked a very shy, sensitive and insecure man who hailed from the wrong side of the high fashion tracks. “Alexander McQueen - Redefining Beauty” will imprint upon the reader never to be forgotten images of his explosive designs, illuminate his talent and delve into the mind of a man who was Britain’s most unpredictable, tormented and spectacular fashion designer.

Awarded British Fashion Designer of the Year 1996, 1997, 2001 & 2003. Awarded CBE, Council of Fashion Designers of America - International Designer of the Year 2003, Chief Designer of Givenchy,Creative Director of Gucci. Gucci Group acquired the McQueen fashion label, Designed wardrobe for David Bowie tours and Bjork and Bowie Albums, Patrons included Nicole Kidman, Penelope Cruz, Rihanna & Lady Gaga, McQueen stores in London, Paris, Milan, New York & Las Vegas. Hugely successful exhibition at Museum of Metropolitan of Art New York – Savage Beauty in 2011 V & A Exhibition runs in London - March until August 15th 2015

01/12/24

[catrakomtrikru]

Not me finally catching up on the PHF drama and crying about.

I have some much to say and no heart to say it right now.

[goalhofer]

2024-25 Dallas Stars famous relations

#14 Jamie Benn: Brother of former Brynäs I.F. D Phillip Benn. #95 Matt Duchene: Nephew of Anaheim Ducks assistant coach Newell Brown. #55 Thomas Harley: Son of former University Of North Texas men's hockey assistant coach Brian Harley and brother of former Metropolitan Riveters D Emilie Harley. #24 Roope Hintz: Brother of former Ilves RW Miiko Hintz. #27 Mason Marchment: Son of former San José Sharks scout the late Bryan Marchment and cousin of Montreal Victoire RW Kennedy Marchment. #21 Jason Robertson: Brother of Toronto Maple Leafs LW Nick Robertson. #2 Brendan Smith: Brother of New York Rangers RW Reilly Smith & Vancouver Warriors D Rory Smith.

[spockandthings]

Dreamling Week Day 5 - Ocean

I've written this lil soft fic for the Ocean prompt of Dreamling Week! Since it's short, I'll just put it here entirely :)

It is called : The darkest night never felt so bright but with you by my side

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Hob stood in the shallow end of the beach, letting the waves lap at his ankles. The water was cool, cooler than some might like, but Hob didn't mind. His gaze was riveted towards the setting sun, the wind softly wafting around and making his hair flutter around his face. His hands were deep in his cardigan’s pockets as he observed the horizon. Lost in his contemplation, Hob startled at the feeling of two arms wrapping around his waist, as well as the dent of a chin resting on one of his shoulders. Hob’s hands came to rest above the arms encircling him, squeezing them lightly before settling in this new position. Hob stayed silent, still watching forward, knowing his companion would speak when he was ready and enjoying the weight and warmth of his body in the meantime. The two of them watched the sun set more fully, and it was only when the soft blues left place to the deep indigos that Hob heard his companion speak.

��The sight is gorgeous,” Morpheus whispered in Hob’s ears, his breath tickling the shell of it. 

“I’m glad you think so,” Hob said just as softly, tilting his head to observe the other man’s profile. 

Morpheus looked relaxed, his face lit by the rising moon and the waning sun, his eyes fixed on the horizon. However, feeling Hob move, Morpheus tilted his head in turn to look towards the immortal man. 

“Thank you for bringing me here,” Morpheus thanked him.

“My pleasure, dove,” Hob smiled at his companion. 

The past few weeks hadn’t been easy, as the one year anniversary of Morpheus’ humanisation came to pass and while Hob reassured his companion that he was very loved, even in his new found human state, Morpheus’ mind thought differently. After all, Morpheus had spent millenia waddling in self-doubt and hurt. They were only beginning to unravel all of these complicated threads, and a year was definitely not enough for all there was to do. Still, Hob tried to help Morpheus as much as he could, for he loved the man deeply and loathed to see him hurt that much. As such, Hob had decided to take Morpheus on a little trip so that he could not only get some air, but also see new sights. He had brought them to a small coastal village in which he had resided, a few centuries ago, and frequently came back to. Hob knew they wouldn’t be disturbed here and, hopefully, that the sea air would do wonders to Morpheus’ more subdued state. Or at the very least be different from their more metropolitan life. 

“I love you,” Morpheus whispered in the wind.

Hob squeezed the man's arms before turning into his embrace, coming face to face with his companion. Hob set his hands delicately onto Morpheus’ shoulders. 

“And I, you,” Hob offered in return, a tender expression on his face as he gazed down towards Morpheus’ face.

Morpheus offered Hob a small smile before diving to give him a quick kiss. Hob smiled into the kiss, bringing his companion closer, wholly encircling Morpheus’ shoulders, and elongating the kiss for a few more moments. He then put his forehead to Morpheus’, enjoying their shared embrace.

“I’ll never get enough of this, of you, ” Hob breathed in the space between them.

“I-, Hob,” Morpheus mumbled, his hands squeezing at Hob’s waist.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Hob reassured his companion, one of his hands coming to wrap around Morpheus’ jaw, his thumb caressing the cheekbone. 

“My love to you is not conditional to anything, it just is,” Hob added just as tenderly.

Morpheus seemed to open his mouth to reply but closed it, preferring to hug Hob tightly instead, conveying his feelings just as much as words would have. Hob returned Morpheus’ tight embrace fiercely as the night fully settled on the small, nestled, beach they were currently in. 

The moon was rising, along with the ocean’s tide, and our couple stayed there, embraced together, the waves lapping at their feet, the soft wind ruffling their clothes, their mutual love filling the air.

Also on AO3 <3

[kindheart525]

Heavenly Glow despised having her weekly sermons interrupted. In her dedication to the God Mother, she had no time for frivolous concerns. Those ponies didn’t understand how serious her life’s work was, it wasn’t just a little filly’s game that could be put on hold at any time. The God Mother paused for nobody, and neither would she.

But this time, the interruption was from her parents, so the young princess supposed she must follow this order. She wasn’t happy about it, though.

The guard led her into a separate room, bowing before the hippogriff and alicorn that stood waiting.

“Dowager Queens Celestia and Novo, I present your daughter, Princess Heavenly-“

He noticed the filly’s glare.

“I mean, Grand Matriarch Princess of the Celestial Church Heavenly Glow: Bishop of Equestria, Vicar of Celestia, Successor of the Queen of the Sun, Supreme Pontiff of the Universal Church, Primate of Seaquestria, Archbishop and Metropolitan of the Equestrian Province, Sovereign of the State of Canterlot, Servant of the Servants of Celestia.”

Usually Celestia and Novo would have followed this with a joking quip and a scolding respectively but today it seemed as though they had bad news. It was practically written across their faces.

Bad news? What could they possibly have to be unhappy about on a Gaia-given day like this? 

The two mothers looked between themselves and with that mom telepathy they seemed to have, communicated through traded glances that Novo should be the one to break the silence. So she did. She sat beside the young princess, quickly being joined by her wife, and reached for her daughter’s shoulder. 

"Heavenly dearest, you're getting older and I think you're intelligent enough to understand some grown creature concepts. As you know, as the royal family we have to sacrifice a lot for the good of our kingdoms. Your mother and I both know that you've always had ambitious plans, but now it’s time for you to do your part." 

She then looked to Celestia, knowing her wife could soften the blow of the news much better.

“This will be a big opportunity for you, dear. You’ll get to help our kingdom. You see, our relations with Saddle Arabia have been tense lately. Our dignitaries have a lot of...disagreements, and they’re getting worse, but we have a solution. And you get to be part of it.”

Celestia smiled halfheartedly, trying to lighten the mood and out it in terms that the filly would understand.

“Think of it as a duty from the God Mother. She would want you to do this.”

Novo gritted her beak nervously as she knew her wife was only trying her best, but there could be no beating around the bush with this. 

"You are going to get married to the Princess of Saddle Arabia. You'll learn to get along and work as a team. For the good of our kingdoms." 

This was where Celestia would be much better suited but she waited a moment, afraid that sugarcoating it any further might make her daughter more nervous. So the pair patiently awaited their daughter’s response. Feelings, emotions, anything.

Heavenly only stared at them blankly.

“Okay.”

Celestia wrapped a comforting wing around her.

“We know this is very big news for you, dear. It’s okay if you’re feeling upset or confused, we are here to support you through this. But you have to do this.”

Heavenly shrugged.

“Alright.”

Celestia was perplexed by this blunt, emotionless response, so she decided to push further.

“How are you feeling?”

Heavenly scowled, making her mothers think she was about to dump out a load of frustration over this announcement, but instead she said,

“I’m mad that you’re making me miss my service.”

Novo sighed and gave Celestia a knowing nod. She suddenly used her talon to ruffle up Heavenly’s mane before giving her a swat on the backside with her wing, pushing her up on her hooves.

"Get back to it, you. Don't make that face to your mother, you look like you bit into a lemon. Your congregation doesn't want to look at a sourpuss when they're listening to your riveting stories. We love you." 

Celestia let out a sigh of relief and chuckled as she leaned into her wife’s chest. 

"What are we going to do with that one, Novo?"

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