#now it's time to go check on the oilers

[twilitdragoneye]

Well at least we're leaving that behind in '24

[toasttt11]

wisdom

April 29, 2023

Hayden cheered with her team feeling her whole jaw aching, The Oilers had just beat the Los Angeles Kings in the first series of the playoffs in game six.

Hayden had two goals and an assist in the game.

Hayden bonked her helmet to Ryan���s helmet as they beamed at each other.

Hayden celebrate on the ice for a while with her team before heading down to the locker room.

She sat down in her stall and she couldn’t ignore the throbbing pain in her jaw. Hayden’s been having twinges of pain here and there since the end of the season and she didn’t why but it wasn’t something that was affecting her play yet so she’s not saying anything to anyone yet.

Hayden checked her phone and frowned seeing the score of the Devils game. They lost in game six against the Ranger’s and would be going to game seven.

Hayden wanted to try and get out to see one of Luke’s and Jack’s playoff games but there’s no time for her to come out.

Luckily Jack and Luke got Ellen, Jim and Quinn with them in New Jersey.

Connor sat down in his stall and handed Hayden an ice pack and Advil. He’s noticed the way she’s been eating oddly and holding her jaw at times, he will respect her not wanting to say anything because he does the same but he won’t just sit and not help her.

Hayden looked at Connor surprised that he noticed.

“I won’t say anything unless it gets worse.” Connor whispered if he started noticing whatever was bothering was getting worst he would have go to the trainers and get checked.

Hayden nodded softly and quickly took the advil and sighed in relief as she help the ice pack to one of her jaw.

May 8, 2023

Hayden took a deep breath sitting in her stall after the game and taking a shower and just putting workout clothes back on. They had just lost in game three against the Vegas Knights.

The pain in her jaw has not gotten any better over the last week if anything it was significant worse. She noticed her jaw was starting to swell and it hurt to open her jaw.

Hayden was having a hard time eating anything and has been living on basically all protein shakes. She was always having a noticeably hard time talking and she has been barely calling or talking to anyone, mostly only answering her sibling calls before games and talking here and there at the rink.

“Alright you’re going to see the trainers now.” Connor told her as he just finished putting his suit back on.

Connor had no clue how no one noticed Hayden in so much pain but he couldn’t let her go any longer without seeing the trainers. She was starting to look like she was losing weight.

Hayden slowly nodded and stood up slowly wobbly her body weak after the game and Connor steadied her.

Connor gave Leon a nod as Leon looked over worried, Leon also noticed something off with Hayden and talked with Connor about it.

Connor walked Hayden to the trainers and helped her sit on the bed as the trainer came over.

Hayden grabbed Connor’s hand and gave him a look wanting him to stay.

Connor easily understood and nodded, he started talking for Hayden seeing she was having a hard time.

The trainer took x-rays of her jaw and she immediately saw the problem, “Her wisdoms teeth are impacted, all four of them are pressing against your teeth. Usually i would recommend you get surgery immediately for all them to be removed but with hockey i understand they won’t be possible.”

Hayden furrowed her brows gesturing to the notepad and the trainee handed it to her, “I had my wisdom teeth checked they weren’t growing in but they were straight and not growing but and not needed to be removed.” Hayden wrote it down and handed the notepad back.

“It can happen, some people’s can take years to finally start growing in.” The trainer explained.

The trainer gave Hayden a schedule of everyday IV’s as Hayden is barely getting enough nutrients, a numbing gel for the inside of her mouth to stop some pain and for her to container to take advil and use ice compressions.

May 14, 2023

Hayden hung her head low as the buzzer went off, they had just lost in game six against the Knights. They were officially eliminated from the playoffs.

Hayden honestly was barley staying standing up after the game, her wisdom teeth had got even worse and she could barley open her mouth without excruciating pain and she’s only been able to get any food by an IV. She hasn’t spoken in days.

She did tell her family that she would get wisdom teeth surgery once she was eliminated from the playoffs but didn’t say how bad it was.

Jack and Luke were eliminated from playoffs a few days ago and Jim, Ellen and Quinn were with them and they would all be in Edmonton tomorrow for Hayden’s surgery.

Hayden leaned on Ryan as she stumbled on the ice and he helped lead her off the ice.

Ryan has been staying over a lot the past few days as he was told about Hayden’s situation and didn’t want her to be alone even if she was barley sleeping because she was in so much pain.

Connor and Ryan both helped Hayden get out of her equipment and Leon came over and helped guide Hayden to the shower letting her take a quick shower and toss a simple t-shirt and athletics shorts on after.

Zach came over after Hayden finished showering and gently brushed out her hair and put it into a simple braid for a Hayden, “Feel better Blakey.” Zach whispered and Hayden softly squeezed his hand.

The whole team has noticed how everything just dimmed with Hayden not being able to talk much and being in so much pain.

Connor helped Hayden stand back up and Ryan wrapped an arm around Hayden helping her walk out.

She’s been using her very minimal energy all in the games and just completely exhausted after the games.

Ryan and Hayden walked by all the family waiting and Lauren and Celeste shared a sad smile hating how much Hayden is in pain.

May 15, 2023

Ryan picked up the Hughes as Hayden should not be driving. He also explained more about everything Hayden was dealing with the wisdom teeth as she only told them the basics not wanting to distract Jack and Luke.

Ellen walked in first immediately and hand e whole face softened seeing a miserable Hayden on her couch, “Oh bug.” Ellen cooed sitting down next to Hayden. Hayden hasn’t heard that nickname in years.

Hayden looked at her godmother with sad eyes. Her face was swollen but the rest of her look thin and she lost a lot of weight.

Ellen frowned feeling horrible Hayden has been this bad the entire time and they didn’t know.

Jim pressed a gentle kiss to Hayden’s forehead as Luke and Jack both gently cuddled on both sides of her and Quinn gave her a kiss on the forehead and sat on the floor in front of her.

Jack frowned seeing how much pain Hayden was in and stated she could barely do anything, he knew if she felt better she would be laughing at his missing tooth right now.

They had a few hours before Hayden surgery so Ellen and Quinn went to the grocery store to get a lot of soft foods for Hayden and some things for meals as they all would be staying in Edmonton for at least a week until Hayden could fly back to Michigan.

All of the Hughes went with Hayden to her surgery and Ellen and Jack went into the room with her.

Jack held Hayden’s hand as she was put under and then kissed her forehead and let her get rolled back to the surgery room.

Ellen had made Jack an appointment at the same dentist for during Hayden’s surgery and he got his implant made and would be able to pick up his fake tooth before they headed back to Michigan.

Hayden’s surgery took about two hours and she was in the post op room for almost an hour getting checked on as she came of anesthesia.

The doctor explained everything to Ellen and all of the prescriptions they would pick up as the rest of the family headed to Hayden’s room.

Hayden immediately looked a lot better, her eyes bright and not looking in pain and her face was just as swollen and her mouth had a lot of gauze.

“Jacky now we match.” Hayden’s voice slurred from all the numbness and pain medication.

Luke and Quinn immediately started laughing and Jim chuckled.

Jack laughed shaking his head fondly, now he knew his sister was feeling better as she teased him about his missing tooth.

Luke helped Hayden up and she leaned on her baby brother as he walked her out of the dentist.

Quinn had the bag of gauze for Hayden and Jack was walked in the other side of Hayden. The boys helped her get in to the car and Luke got in the back row letting Hayden sit in between Quinn and Jack.

Ellen and Jim came out and checked on Hayden before Jim started driving them back to Hayden’s home.

Hayden was mostly smiley and making jokes that just made everyone laugh.

Quinn helped Hayden out of the car and walked up to the front door and saw a giant bouquet of blue flowers on the front step.

Jack raised an eyebrow but picked up the bouquet for Hayden.

Quinn helped Hayden get her shoes off and brought her to the couch covering her with a blanket as Luke sat down next to her and handed her ice pack wrap for her face.

“Wanna see them Haydes?” Jack asked her softly and Hayden nodded and Jack brought the flowers down to her eye lever letting her look at the flowers and grabbed the card.

Hayden smiled a different smile that not a smile see often as she read the note making Jack, Quinn and Luke share a look.

Feel better Hayden. I’ll see you soon!

Love Matt <3

Hayden put the note back into the flowers, “There from Matt.” Hayden mumbled as she grabbed her stuff animal next to her, her penguin from Matt and cuddled with and rested her head on Luke’s shoulder.

“Matt.” Jack mouthed to Quinn with wide eyes making Quinn shake his head rolling his eyes fondly.

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[alchemistc]

goon | bucktommy | chapter four

check out the hockey glossary here (updated through chapter four)

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

credit to weatherwaxed for the truly horrendous and accurate hockey nickname for Tommy

read Chapter Four on ao3

Tommy’s ears are still ringing.

Kane’s been sent off for a game misconduct, and Diaz’s nose doesn’t seem to be too much worse for the wear, although he’s going to have a nasty shiner on both eyes by the time this game is through. Hen’s done what she can to patch them both up, while Nash talks them through how the hell they’re going to come back from a four goal deficit in twenty minutes, in Edmonton, with McDavid on a hot streak and Hyman one goal away from a hatty.

Tommy’s already done his part — with the Oilers up by three Kane had taken a run at Diaz, elbow angled just right to get him right beneath the bucket, square between his eyes, and Tommy had almost jumped the gun trying to get on the ice before anyone could skate off to give him the opportunity. No call, of course, just the jeers of eighteen thousand or so fans while McKinley screamed at the refs, but the whistle had given Nash the opportunity to throw Tommy out on the ice, and Knoblauch had left Kane out to take his lumps, no doubt certain a fight would just keep the momentum rolling.

Kane had gotten his licks. It’d been a fairly evenly matched fight, right up until Tommy had squirmed his way out from the sweater Kane had been attempting to trap him in and gone full tilt with just shoulder pads for his opponent to try to get leverage with.

His knuckles are split. He can still taste the blood in his mouth. He’s running hot, even now, knee jumping up and down with no conscious effort as he listens to coach try to rally them, but Edmonton had scored almost immediately after Kane had been sent off for chirping a ref after serving his five, and they’re short on momentum, at the moment. It’s been a span of rough days — losing at home to the two-seed in their division, ending the home winning streak. Two new guys slotted into the lineup post-trade deadline who haven’t had the time to build up the chemistry they need. Two back-to-backs with travel time in a week and a half.

They’re tired. They’re annoyed with each other. They keep fumbling the puck in the neutral zone and giving Edmonton the chance to skate it in without challenge. Tommy’d won the fight and it hadn’t rallied shit, and honestly? Tommy’s a little annoyed about that. Kane’s not an easy down, and Tommy’d had him on the ice taking a fist to the gut before stripes had managed to separate them.

This is the point in the game where Tommy cedes his ice time to the skill players — the speedsters, the play-makers, who are all staring at Nash right now like they’re thinking about the mini-bars in their hotel rooms.

Tommy is annoyed.

Nash ends his spiel with five minutes left to go in the intermission and disappears out into the hallway. That’s not abnormal — for all his quiet confidence he’s rarely a hype-man. The problem is right now no one is a fucking hype man.

Tommy shifts his weight, eyes on Diaz as Panikkar mumbles to himself next to him. The ice he’s had on his hand is already too warm to be doing much, and he’s halfway to standing up and spending the next four minutes trying to convince Hen that frozen packs of peas are actually miles better than her gel-packs when he notices one of the new guys shooting him a shifty look.

“Skinner’s taking chances behind the net because he thinks we won’t take advantage of them,” Tommy says, just loud enough to lower the volume of the sporadic chatter. “Hyman’s been nursing his left side all game from the stinger in the first, and they’re leaving gaps in coverage all over the ice. We’ve played this game before. We’ve won this game before.” Two weeks ago, on home ice, with the ability to make the last change and a team fully refreshed after the All-Star break, but Tommy doesn’t feel like that part is necessary to point out. “We’re passing too much, and we’re spinning our wheels for the perfect shot when we should be shooting everything at the net. We’re not gonna get a lucky fucking bounce if we’re all doing geometry on the move trying to find a lane.”

“Great points,” Ravi says, the bratty little tone of his voice betraying him, and Tommy presses his weight down on the bench in an effort not to pick a fight. “Or maybe they’re on three days of rest and a heater.”

Tommy rolls his tongue over his teeth, darts a glance around the room. Three minutes to puck drop, and the room is ready to pack it in. “Anyone else gonna tell me why I wasted a fight on this?” Across the room, Diaz smirks at him, and a few of them shift in their seats. “Or do we wanna put on our big boy pants and play out the next twenty minutes like they mean something?”

As far as rousing speeches go, it’s no St. Crispin’s. But McKinley’s admonished look shifts into that blank-faced zen stare he gets sometimes, right before he runs it up, and the new guys seem to have a bit more energy.

The time ticks down, and they head down the tunnel, and Tommy takes a seat on the bench, fully prepared for his little pep talk to fall on deaf ears.

Buckley shifts closer to Tommy as they all scoot down the bench, three shifts into the third. "McDavid's injured," he says unprompted, and Tommy shoots him a look from behind his visor. "Listen, I know it sounds crazy but he's weak on his left wing right now, and I have a plan."

"You tell Nash this plan?"

"Next time you're out with us, just get to the net."

"Buckley, if I'm out for more than thirty seconds we've already lost this game."

"Just get to the net, Kinard."

Tommy can't help the snotty little salute he sends Buck's way, but three minutes later he's chasing down Ravi, for once grateful that his speed is shit because it means he's never in danger of an offsides call when Panikkar skates the puck in past the blue line. Diaz and Buckley aren't far behind him, so Tommy shoulders his way past two Oilers and plants himself in front of the net.

And then they're passing.

This shits not gonna work. He can feel Skinner behind him, trying to pick out the puck between the bodies blocking his view, and Tommy takes a moment to watch Diaz circling, and Buckley quarterbacking from the top of the zone, Ravi searching out a lane while Buck tosses it back to Landstrom, who returns it to Buck. Near the top of the circles McDavid is skating into the passes and nursing his left side.

Shit.

Buck's right.

Tommy shifts to the other side of the crease. He's got Hyman unknowingly screening the left side of the net, and if Buck can get some separation between Nurse and McDavid --

The puck comes screaming in on Hyman's right, and Tommy shifts his stick, angles it and —

He doesn't even fucking care if it hits Hyman or his stick before it tips into the net over Skinner's shoulder. The crowd noise drops off, and Diaz and Buckley are speeding towards him.

The three of them go slamming into the boards, Diaz and Buckley shouting incomprehensibly, and then Ravi and Landstrom are there too. One of them has a hand on his bucket, shaking his head indiscriminately back and forth, and another one is yelling, and over on the bench, in the sudden deadening of the crowd noise, he can hear Donato and McKinley both celebrating, sticks smacking against the boards.

Tommy’s already halfway to the bench when Diaz and Buckley both have to circle back and send him to the front of their line for glove taps, and as he clambers back over the boards to greet a full barrage of back slaps and bucket-smacks, the refs actually have to come over and warn them to cool it with the celebration.

Buckley settles onto the bench next to him with a bright grin as Nash sends out their second line. “Told you,” he says, the sparkle in his eyes almost cartoonish against the harsh glare of the ice, and before Tommy can think of anything clever to say, he’s turning back to Diaz and the iPad.

---

Tie game, with three minutes left, and the Bobby Blender has somehow worked well enough to give them a chance to win this game. Tommy’s been out for maybe a minute and a half of the last fifteen. He’s feeling pretty fucking good about both the fight, and the dubiously moralizing speech he’d made, when McDavid intercepts a sloppy pass and suddenly has open ice between the blue line and the net.

There’s a certain noise, that happens in an arena, when a particular player has possession of the the puck and speed on his side. A sudden hush, the air being sucked out of the room, before a wild roar taken up by thousands upon thousands of voices, and as Buckley and Diaz chase him down Tommy’s waiting for the inevitable sound of the goal buzzer.

Chim pulls off a stunner of a poke check half a foot outside his crease and while McDavid spins into the turn behind the net, looking about ready to break his stick on the boards, Buckley and Diaz have caught Edmonton in a change — it’s a dumb change, Tommy has no idea why they’d chosen a breakaway as the moment to swap out players, but Diaz has a sheet of free ice to pass it off to McKinley, who is screaming down the ice.

Tommy checks the clock. A minute forty, and McKinley makes a clean break between two Oilers down the stretch, and then he’s free as a fucking bird, ten feet between him and the crease — five, and Skinner miscalculates exactly how many dekes McKinley has in him; the puck slides in five hole and Buckley and Diaz circle up while the entire bench explodes around Tommy.

---

Across the table, Buckley keeps shooting him looks. He’s grown familiar with some of Evan Buckley’s looks, over the past month or so, but he can’t quite parse this one. Before he can raise a brow, tilt his head, try to figure out exactly what the look had all been about, Buck shifts his gaze to Nash, up the table, telling a story about one of his fights when he’d played for the Stingrays.

Next to him, Eddie taps at his shoulder again, phone out to show him yet another comment thread about Tommy’s fight. This one seems to be slightly less horny than the last one, but he’s still not entirely sure he understands why Diaz hops on there so often.

Eddie chuckles when Tommy gets three comments down and rolls his eyes before returning to his food, and across the table, Buck turns to look at them both again. When he catches Tommy looking back, his eyes swivel away.

“No, hold on, listen to this one: Nards could drop me like he dropped Kane tonight and I’d still beg him to —.”

“—Okay,” Tommy interrupts, and Eddie cackles, fingers darting across his phones keyboard like he’s about to do something Josh Russo will absolutely take umbrage with.

“Telling you not to send that reply is just an exercise in futility, isn’t it?”

Eddie raises a brow, lips pursed while he continues to type. He hums. “Josh is gonna be pissed I’m not using my burner account right now. Muy inapropiado.”

Tommy’s not great with Spanish, but it’s not really a stretch to decipher that one. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Buckley leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, a look of consternation on his face, gaze focused intently on whatever story O’Connor is telling now.

“Don’t show it to me. I want to have the ability to claim ignorance.”

“Fine, but I’m tagging you in it.”

“The last thing I posted on there was three years ago.”

“Well, the fan who’s clinging to ‘Nards’ as your nickname is still gonna assume you saw it.” Eddie darts his gaze up with a grin. “Can I call you Cojones?”

“No,” Tommy tells him, but he can feel the lines around his mouth stretching almost to his ears as he shakes his head. “My nonna would rise from her grave to slap my wrist and yell stugotsa before she returned to her slumber.”

Buckley picks at his salad across the table, frown still prominent, and Tommy tries his hardest not to find the pout of his lower lip appealing. He’s not — they’re not — but he’s barely gone a night in his own bed without a phone call from Buck, who’d taken Tommy’s one call to him in the early morning hours before a meaningless exhibition game as blanket permission to spend an hour before sleeping every night talking Tommy’s ear off.

Tommy doesn’t hate it.

(Tommy is very aware that he’s treading a tight rope with too much slack, and can’t get a read on the end-game for the life of him.)

He’s intriguing , is the problem. Beyond the curls in his hair that always appear after twenty minutes tucked under his helmet, beyond the wine-dark splash of his birthmark, beyond the sea-glass gleam of his gaze and the gentle slope of his cheekbones, the frankly ridiculous cut of his Adonis belt and the ass that fills out his dress pants on game days, he is miles more interesting than any man Tommy’s met in years, and he knows plenty of interesting men. He knows more useless trivia than Tommy could fill a book with, and hires chefs to teach him how to make his chickpea pasta, has terrible opinions on Star Wars (according to Christopher Diaz), a codependent relationship with his partner. He’s absolutely obsessed with hockey lore, and on top of that he’s sweet, and kind, and so fucking generous with his time.

Tommy’d watched him spend forty-five minutes with fans in the parking lot outside their practice facility, signing pucks and sweaters and posters, talking to each individual kid like he’d known them for years, taking selfies and talking to parents.

He’d spent that evening under the hood of Diaz’ Chevelle and watching Eddie struggle to make any sense of his son’s homework while slyly derailing the conversation by mentioning Buck, and that night listening to Buck walk him through the history of invasive plants, with twenty minutes reserved for kudzu alone.

Tommy is, in all frankness, a little fucked. He’s well aware, at this point, how heterosexual all of Evan Buckley’s previous romantic entanglements have been, with the help of Christopher, and the fly-by from Eddie to bitch about the latest girl who’d apparently found his brush with death to be the most intriguing thing about him. (He still has the silvery wisp of the scar on his neck from where Kucherov’s blade had nicked him — half an inch to the left, a few millimeters deeper, and Buck would have bled out on the ice in front of eighteen-thousand horrified fans.)

Which isn’t even taking into account how insane Tommy would have to be to throw out twenty years of carefully curated lies about himself to even think about this in anything more than the abstract.

(And Buck is still young — Tommy’s almost out but Buck’s got years ahead of him, in a league so behind the times that Travis Dermott shooting a big fat fuck you to the commissioner by playing with colorful tape on his stick had been seen as an act of ballsy rebellion.)

It doesn’t stop him from thinking about the lingering glances, the flirty head tilts, the tone of Evan Buckley’s voice when he’s teasing.

“...hear her purr, now,” Eddie says beside him, with a smack to the meat of Tommy’s shoulder, and he glances up from his plate to find Buck staring at them both.

“Cool,” Buck says, a moment before he stands, dropping his napkin onto the table. “I’m gonna head to bed.”

Eddie, apparently not catching the tone of his voice, just grins at his friend. “Yeah, you need all the beauty sleep you can get.”

Coming from the man with deep purpling bruises blooming under both eyes, it doesn’t seem to hold much weight, but Buck scowls anyway, a moment before he turns to leave.

---

Tommy tosses and turns for an hour, unable to get comfortable, rolling over their next few opponents in his mind; thinking through the way Buck had looked at him in the moments before he’d walked out of the hotel restaurant; pondering the last thing his therapist had said to him, two weeks ago, when he’d been stuck on something he’d said to his father five years earlier; wincing every time he flexed his hand and was reminded of how sturdy Kane’s jaw was.

He’s contemplating popping one of the pain pills Hen had given him when he finally admits to himself exactly why he’s having trouble sleeping.

His phone has been dark since he passed Eddie’s door on the way to his own.

It’s not abnormal that he doesn’t talk to Buck, after a game on the road. It makes sense, in the context of the last few weeks — they’ve all been a little wired, with so little time between games, so much travel in between. They don’t have another game for three days and all of them should be resting, recuperating. Buckley’s played over twenty-five minutes the last two nights in a row, and less than twenty-four hours before that he’d played almost twenty-eight.

But the gentle hum of Buckley’s voice as it grew tired has become something of a white noise machine to Tommy, and... he’s missing it.

He rambles around his room for ten minutes, tosses a twenty on the desk when he finds the frozen peas he’d asked the concierge for chilling in the freezer of the mini-fridge, fluffs his pillows, contemplates trying to find a shitty rom com on his Netflix account.

When the peas sweat through the hand towel he’d wrapped them in, he tosses them back in the fridge and leaves a note for housekeeping and an extra twenty.

Tommy stares at the ceiling for another ten minutes before he picks up his phone and sends the most cliché text imaginable. You up?

The message glares back at him, mocking him, and Tommy contemplates unsending it while it sits unread for thirty seconds, a minute.

He’s hovering his finger over the message when he gets a read receipt.

A bubble pops up. Disappears.

Three minutes pass, and they appear again, and just as quickly disappear.

He’s just about to plug his phone back into his charger and call it a wash when the text comes through.

Sorry, talking to my sister. Get some sleep, man.

Buck follows it up with a gif of Stanley Hudson passed out in front of his desk, and Tommy takes it for the dismissal it is.

[paladin--strait]

Can you please write a timo meier imagine about timo and reader being in a relationship, timo is away for a game, and reader who lives in San Jose, is ice skating with her buddies at Sharks Ice. for a family friend's child's birthday party, Sharkie the mascot was there, and reader's phone, which is in her bag on the bench keeps going off, which is timo calling her multiple times and one of her guy friends, who is sitting on the bench answers it as the music is very loud, which makes it difficult to get her attention as she is on the ice and timo is like "who are you and why are answering her phone", reader's attention is finally caught and she gets off the ice and has to explain to timo that he had already met her guy friend. Add whatever you want to it

i hope you like it! thank you for your request and as always, let me know if i need to change anything! 😘

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it was a bright saturday afternoon at sharks ice, and the laughter of kids filled the rink as i skated with my friends at a family friend’s birthday party. sharkie, the sharks mascot, was doing his usual antics, and the energy in the air was contagious.

i was excited, but i also missed my boyfriend timo, who was also away from home on an away game for the new jersey devils against the edmonton oilers. ours trips worked out good, we would both be gone at the same time.

as i glided around the rink, my phone buzzed repeatedly in my bag on the bench. i figured it was timo checking in, so i kept an eye on it while enjoying the festivities. my friends, however, had other plans.

“hey, look! it’s her boyfriend!” jake, one of my guy friends, exclaimed, grabbing my phone and squinting at the screen. “should i answer?”

“definitely! let’s mess with him!” sarah chimed in, laughing.

before i could protest, jake pressed the green button. “hello?” he said, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

“who is this?” timo’s voice came through, sounding confused.

“i’m jake, her friend. what’s up?” jake said, clearly enjoying himself.

“where’s she?” timo asked, his tone shifting to concern.

“she’s busy skating, but i’m here now. what do you want?” jake replied, stifling laughter.

at that moment, sarah leaned in and whispered loudly, “tell him you’re her new boyfriend!”

jake, grinning from ear to ear, turned back to the phone. “i’m her new boyfriend now! hope that’s cool with you.”

i skated over, panic rising in my chest. “jake! no!” i yelled, trying to get his attention.

timo’s voice came through again, tinged with disbelief. “wait, what? who is this guy? why is he answering for you?”

i finally reached the bench, breathless. “timo, it’s just jake! you’ve never met him! he’s a friend, i promise!” i yell out to him, running to the other side of the bench to snatch the phone.

“whoa, whoa, hold on,” timo said, a mix of relief and annoyance in his voice. “i thought you were getting cozy with some random dude while i’m halfway across the country!”

i grabbed my phone, shaking my head and laughing. “no way! just a bunch of stupid goofballs here. i’d never do that to you!" i say, my words about the friends come out in a tone that alerts them to go away.

timo sighed, a hint of laughter returning to his tone. “next time, keep your phone closer, alright? this is ridiculous.”

“absolutely,” i said, smiling at the chaos my friends had created. “i miss you tons.”

“miss you too. can’t wait to see you when i’m back, i love you." he replied, his voice softening.

after i hung up, i turned back to my friends, who were still cracking up. “you guys are the worst!” i laughed, shaking my head at their antics.

as i resumed skating, the warmth of timo’s voice lingered, reminding me that even though he was far away, our connection was strong. i felt grateful for the laughter, the friends who made moments memorable, and the love that kept us close, no matter the distance.

[bropunzeling]

matthew/leon 💛 please!

💛 reunion kiss/relief (for u and also @msmargaretmurry)

The distance between Florida and Spain isn't all that large when you think about it. Definitely not in comparison to Leon's flight out from Edmonton. Nine hours and non-stop, compared to multiple legs and spending a short eternity in O'Hare. It shouldn't feel that long.

Leon swears he can feel every second of it.

By the time he's spat out into the rideshare zone, Leon's exhausted and mildly disoriented, clutching his bag and fumbling with his phone to call an Uber. He's hungry -- couldn't eat much on the plane, nothing sat well in his stomach -- and tired down to the bone. Every time he tried to shut his eyes, get some rest, he instead replayed the events of the night before on the inside of his eyelids. Watching the Panthers-Vegas game in bed with his phone three inches from his face, tracking number 19. Seeing him go down. Seeing him clutch at his shoulder. Seeing the way he skated later, like he couldn't keep his feet under him.

By an hour after the game was over, Leon had already booked flights.

Now, though, in the light of day -- sitting in the backseat of someone's SUV, watching the scenery pass and blur in his vision, clutching his phone in his hand like a lifeline -- Leon wonders if he's made a mistake. He texted Matthew as soon as he saw: how bad is it; are you out the rest of the series; should i come over; i'm booking flights. All sent in five and ten minute increments as soon as the final buzzer went. None of them answered. As much as he tries to tell himself there's good reason for that between the pain and the pain meds, he can't help wondering if it's really because Matthew doesn't want to talk to him. Won't want him there.

It's admittedly a little stupid, given that Matthew had tried so hard to get him to come to Florida after the Oilers got knocked out. Kept saying how good it would be to see him, how good it would be to actually spend time together. His parents would be in town. Leon could meet them, his little sister. Finally put faces to names. Take that next halting step towards something with a label, something they could talk about with people other than themselves.

Matthew had tried so hard, and Leon hadn't wanted to hear it. Losing was still fresh, stinging; the distance between them, normally easier to bridge, felt impossible to cross. He missed his parents, his sister. He didn't want to think about hockey and all the ways in which he was disappointed. He didn't want to sit around making nervous small talk while Matthew was on the ice, surpassing him.

It wasn't a fight, necessarily, but it wasn't not one, either. Leon had figured they'd take the time to cool off. Regroup once the playoffs were over, once Matthew had -- well.

All those thoughts and plans flew straight out the window the moment he saw Matthew hit the ice.

And now, here he is. Walking up the driveway to Matthew's house, a place he's only been to a handful of times. Hitting the doorbell before checking his phone, looking to see if Matthew texted him back; he hasn't yet.

The person who opens the door must be Matthew's mom; she looks like him, or Leon guesses he looks like her. Same eyes; same flash of a smile. "Come in," she says, obviously giving him a once over. "Leon, isn't it?"

"Uh," Leon says. He feels tongue-tied, fumbling his way through English in a way he hasn't in years and years. "Yes." He clutches at the strap of his bag. "Sorry to, uh. Show up like this. Uninvited. Um."

Matthew's mom hums. "I had a bit of a clue. He left his phone on the counter last night."

Leon's shoulders inch down from where they were stuck by his ears. "Oh," he says. "Is he asleep? I can, uh --" Wait should be the next word, but it's impossible to say. He's not sure he actually can.

She looks at him like she knows what he isn't able to get out. "You know where to go."

Leon does know where to go. He's only walked through this place a few times before, but the sense memory is so strong -- hanging around in the kitchen trading kisses between sips of coffee; how the edge of that picture frame had dug into his shoulder; the place on the rug where he'd stumbled, trying to shove Matthew into his bedroom, off-balance and unwilling to let go. The only thing he isn't sure about is what he'll see once he gets there.

The bedroom door seems so innocuous, and yet Leon holds his breath when he eases it open.

Matthew's asleep, hands curled towards his chest the way Leon remembers from nights in either of their beds, when his own hand would be taken ransom and impossible to extract. His mouth is open, hair matted. Even from here, Leon can see how much weight he's lost, the edges of bruises peeking out from under the collar of his t-shirt. Can't see whatever brought Matthew down last night, but the lack of visible evidence doesn't ease the sharp ache in his chest.

For a long minute, Leon just stands there, looking. Then, carefully, he sets his bag down by the door and crosses the room, easing himself down onto the side of the bed. Gives into impulse and strokes sweaty curls off Matthew's forehead, then leans over and kisses his hairline.

Matthew stirs, eyes fluttering open. At first, he squints, like he isn't sure what he's seeing; then, he shifts, and that movement must jar something, because he winces and curls into himself. Even as he does, though, one of his hands reaches for Leon's wrist, grabbing on, holding fast. "Leon?"

Leon lets out a breath. "Yeah," he says. "I'm here."

Matthew's smile is small, and yet so sincere it hurts to look at. When Leon kisses him again, he imagines he can taste it.

[leothil]

do you have any hockey fic recs? i’m itching for something to read

Oh absolutely! Fair warning though, they'll all be mattdrai (Leon Draisaitl/Matthew Tkachuk) fics since that's the kick I've been on for more than a year now. But if you want to check out more pairings, the authors of these fics are a good place to start! And, of course, the fics I don't mention from these authors that feature the same pairing too, because I simply can't list every single fic they've written that I love.

I'd also like to state for the record that @trippedandfell was the one who got me into reading hrpf while @onward--upward provided lots of recs for me, so for a wider selection of pairings they might be a good source <3

head above water by yourblues (@msmargaretmurry) that kicks off in an alternate summer of 2022 where Matthew is having a no good very bad time inside his own head. The crushing weight of your own expectations etc. Scenes from the fic written in another pov are found in the fic series, and I highly recommend reading those as well after finishing the main fic!

the land between our bodies also by yourblues, where Leon is the one having a no good very bad time after Matthew's trade to Florida. Surely calling him won't lead to anything bad.

The Next Next One also also by yourblues. And I lied, this is a Dylan Strome/Connor McDavid fic, but it grabs me by the throat like nothing else.

preference by daisysusan (@hopetorun), a winner's room fic that had me gnawing at the back of my chair.

wait a year also by daisysusan, and ok I lied again, this is a Quinn Hughes/Brady Tkachuk fic, in which once, in their teens, Brady said he'd marry Quinn if neither of them were married by 30, and Quinn doesn't dare to believe he was being serious.

linger by @bropunzeling, an omegaverse fic following them from the infamous ASG in 2020 to summer 2023. A/B/O is not my usual cup of tea, but this hit all the right buttons!

contact high also by bropunzeling, a sex pollen fic that had me go yes... hahaha... yes!

only fools rush in also also by bropunzeling, in which Matthew and Leon make a drunk bet during the 2022 All-Star game and suddenly find themselves married. An all-time fave!

Muscle Memory by @blaahaj, where it's the future year of 2023 (this is written late 2020), but Matthew got a bad enough concussion to make him forget almost everything past november 2019. Absolutely delicious amnesia fic!

Growing Into Someone also by blaahaj, where Leon and Matthew both play in Kölner Haie during an NHL lockout.

liebe geht durch den magen by lighthousetowers (@blankvcrs), where Matthew is a recipe/cooking youtuber that Leon starts watching. Incredibly funny!

slip under the tongue into translation also by lighthousetowers, in which Matthew decides to learn German during the 2020 lockdown to better be able to antagonize Leon on the ice. A lot of Leon's internal thoughts about living your life in a different language than your emotional language resonates very heavily with me.

the kids are alright also also by lighthousetowers, where Matthew is an elementary school teacher and his class gets a visit from the Oilers.

broken glass by dilangley, with born werewolf Matthew and bitten werewolf Leon, and the cultural differences that inescapably arise. Not a/b/o. It's incredible how much lore and personal history has been fit into 13.7k words!

The hockey but make it football series from RippingOffZeppelin. Both mattdrai and mceichel. I know nothing about american football, but I've been mesmerized by this series! I believe part four is the one that was actually written first, and I think that's the one I read first too, but imo you can read them in either the series-chronological order or published-chronological order!

comment for engagement also by RippingOffZeppelin, in which Matthew is made to start a youtube channel to improve his own optics on the Flames after he's gotten some bad press. It becomes very popular, and leads Matthew into some interesting situations!

long ago that current caught us by puckthisshift where werewolf!Leon can hear a siren call to him in Florida.

[youcouldmakealife]

LBTE: Jared (114-117)

We've got a Jared on the move. But only after he's forced to feel far more feelings than he would like.

If you want to read along, the series page is here. All previous parts under the ‘liveblogging the end’ tag.

114-Rejection

The Oilers go to Calgary. And like, Jared’s not excluding himself in that. He’s on the flight, obviously, because scratched players travel with the team — the whole point of having more dudes on your roster than on the bench is so they’re there if someone gets hurt or sick last minute, or like, married a Flame and is subsequently getting punished for it.

All very common occurrences.

It’s not a long walk to his apartment, and he feels this fundamental sense of relief as soon as he walks in the door, gives the concierge a smile and a wave as he heads for the elevator. Home.

Hi James! (Add him to the name twin pile with all the Not-Mikes and Yes-Mikes, and multiple unrelated Bradleys)

Jared barely hears Bryce’s key in the lock before Bryce is behind him in the kitchen, chin on his shoulder and hands curling around his hips. He must’ve like, sprinted it.

He didn't walk, I'll tell you that.

“If you want to eat you can’t distract me,” Jared says, and Bryce digs his chin in harder before he kisses Jared’s neck, making it very clear where lunch lies on his priority list.

“No lunch?” Jared asks.

There’s a hint of teeth in the next kiss.

Bryce has priorities. Lunch is not on his list.

“We are not having sex in the kitchen,” Jared mumbles against Bryce’s mouth as he fights Bryce’s shirt buttons, and Bryce makes a disagreeable noise in response, but starts steering them towards their room, so that’s good.

Jared has sacrificed his safety for shower sex, but he draws the line at health. No kitchen sex. They make food there. (Okay, HE makes food there)

Every time he thinks Bryce has reached the plateau of being the best at blow jobs, he figures out how to make it even better. It’s like. There’s probably a hockey metaphor in there, applying himself to his game, getting on the scoresheet, something, but Jared’s too come dumb to think of one.

I admire Bryce's dedication to be the best at all his passions: hockey, marriage, sucking dick.

Hmm,” Bryce says, and kisses Jared’s shoulder in a blatant violation of the no-touching policy. Jared will allow it.

That edict lasted ten seconds.

He cuts it close: less than a minute after curfew there’s a curt knock on the door. Jared exchanges a glance with Julius, a silent ‘who’s stuck getting up?’, but considering Jared’s probably the reason it’s happening — they periodically check in on at least the ELC guys to keep them honest, but Jared suspects this is not a random spot check — he gets up and goes to the door.

“Good kid,” Mulligan says, then turns on his heel and walks away.

Mulligan hates everything about this situation.

Mulligan didn’t even check if Julius was there. He could have been out partying.

lol, okay Jared.

Julius is bobbing his head to whatever Finnish death metal band he’s obsessed with at the moment — they all sound the same to Jared, and he bets they would even if they were singing — screaming? — in English — while peeling an orange with his teeth like a total weirdo.

I love him.

He shoots the nauseated face Julius’ way.

Julius looks down at his phone when it buzzes, then pushes his headphones down, scowling at Jared. “What?” he asks.

“Peel the orange with your hands,” Jared says.

He really should have expected the half-peeled orange that comes flying his way.

“Go back to your husband,” Julius mutters.

“Would if I could,” Jared says.

Brothers <3

Jared works very hard on keeping his face completely stoic when the goal goes in. It helps that Bryce just scored on Jared’s goalie, which tempers the flare of vicious satisfaction he feels, thinking of Deslauriers’ face right now. Jared doesn’t like it when people score on his goalies, and that includes his husband. It’s rude.

It's poor etiquette to score on your husband's goalie.

They’re wheels up in nine hours. Less than ninety minutes until curfew, and maybe this was a bad idea, maybe he should have gone back to the hotel to stew instead of getting not enough of Bryce again, the time so short he’s just going to feel worse when he leaves, feel cheated. He would have seen even less of Bryce if he was playing, so it’s not the scratch, except it is, it’s the scratch, and the distance, and he puts his fucking ass on the line every single time he steps on the ice, worked so fucking hard to get there, and —

Jared’s so tired.

Oh Jared.

“They gave you first star, right?” Jared asks into Bryce’s chest.

“Yeah,” Bryce says.

“Good,” Jared says. “You deserved it.”

"Thanks,” Bryce says, then, “Sorry,” and Jared closes his eyes when he feels Bryce’s lips brush his hair.

Oh buds.

115 - Barrage

So yeah, consensus is it makes no fucking sense logistically to scratch him. Jared’s glad they noticed, though, of course they do — you cheer for a team as bad as the Oilers, a team that’s been bad as long as they’ve been bad, you’re going to question every roster decision, especially one that makes your already bad team weaker.

Flames fandom dies hard.

“This is such a fucking mess,” Jared says.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Greg says. “I’m going to call Summers, okay? He’s got a lot of influence, he might be able to swing something I can’t.”

Low key every time Greg is out of his depth, he's calling Dave. And Dave's picking up, of course, because the one time Greg DIDN'T call him, that lead to Jared coming out to Oilers management while Bryce was about to hit the postseason.

Jared shuts his eyes for a moment. Types out You too., then rewatches Deslauriers throwing him under the bus. He doesn’t know if the hint of a smirk he’s detecting is real or if it’s just what he’s projecting onto that stupid fucking face.

Jared is projecting it, but like -- who could blame him.

“GMs on poorly performing teams don’t have the best job security,” Greg says, and Jared bristles a little, even though the Oilers are an objectively poorly performing team. “But they tend to last at least a few years with the benefit of the doubt before they get chucked. And Halla’s bought him time. He’s going to be there for at least a couple more years I think. You want to be across from him at the negotiating table when you’re an RFA?”

“That’s almost two years away,” Jared says.

“Two years he’s going to undermine you, two years he can do whatever he wants to you without repercussions, because people aren’t going to think he’s scratching you for no reason, they’re going to assume there’s something behind that, and they’re going to start wondering what that is. Unless we file a grievance, but that could blow up too,” Greg says. It’s stuff Jared’s already thought of, but it’s different, starker, to hear it from his agent.

“I’m not going to bullshit you, Jared. If he wants to sink your career, he wouldn’t even have to try hard. A few more offhand comments about personal reasons, a few more scratches, they’re going to start assuming things about you. And you’re talented, but you’re not the level of talented where a team’s going to gamble that it’s worth it. Once you get a reputation, that doesn’t go away. And he knows that.”

Greg’s talking more confidently than usual, no hesitation, and Jared thinks he’s repeating what Summers told him.

Practically verbatim from Dave's mouth, bless him.

116 - Unease

Jared doesn’t know what he expects after Greg tells Deslauriers he wants a trade. Well, he sort of does: he expects to be traded.

Fair. But also not always accurate. I've seen dudes stuck in franchises for seasons after the request. Which honestly should be something the NHLPA should be on more, that a trade request doesn't start a formal process or a clock or SOMETHING. It's like one of those 'door close' buttons that isn't connected to shit. But then, I suppose some franchises would have a real hard time keeping anybody.

some of the hardest calls he’s ever had to make, and one he kind of wishes had been a call, because telling Julius in person lead to Julius staring at him, stone-faced, colder and colder as Jared talked, and he didn’t say more than a syllable at a time to Jared for literal days after. Everyone else Jared talked to saw the sense in it, even if they didn’t like it, but Jared thinks Julius took it personally.

I mean, it's hard not to be hurt by 'Hello, I, your only friend in North America, have requested to leave you', even though Julius understands why.

Every day Jared wakes up thinking it might be his last day as an Oiler, and every day it isn’t he finds himself appreciating the team more. Not Deslauriers, obviously, but the gruff no bullshit of Mulligan’s coaching style, the quiet solidity of Julius beside him at dinner or on the plane, the loud talent of Julius beside him on the ice, the room around him, guys around him. Jared finds himself agreeing to go out more, dragging Julius with him, hoping partly that Julius makes more friends — Jared doesn’t want to worry about him if he leaves him behind — but also because he wants to, now that it’s something that could end at any moment.

Oh Jared, you're the friend Julius deserves too.

Maybe it’s something he should do with his new team from the start, whenever or whoever that’ll be.

Maybe!!

Deslauriers hasn’t scratched him again, hasn’t said anything about him to the media, and Jared guesses that makes sense. Doing either of those would hurt Jared’s trade value, and Greg’s right: he’s going to need to get a good asset back or the fanbase is going to be pissed, especially with the chemistry him and Julius have.

Also the bromance. Fans hate when you break up a bromance. But that's another kind of chemistry.

And who knows, maybe the second Jared asked for a trade Deslauriers twirled his moustache and went ‘then I won’t trade Matheson, just to spite him’.

Deslauriers does not have a moustache, for the record.

There’s a lot of talk that the Oilers are looking to trade their own captain, which Jared is — kind of fine with. Jacobi’s a UFA at the end of the season, so it’d be good to get something for him that can make them a stronger team in the future. Also he’s annoying.

Jared.

“Jared,” Julius says, with this scandalised but delighted voice, like he can’t believe Jared just said that but he’s not actually disagreeing.

Julius is with me.

The nerves, and they don’t have a game tomorrow, just practice, so whatever. Jared can have a drink. Jared drinks.

The statement every drinker makes, of course.

He’s not just their best player by a long shot, Jared’s wholly convinced he’s going to end his career in the Hockey Hall of Fame. Nineteen years old and he’s already breaking the ankles of the vets trying to defend against him. Jared shudders to think what he’s going to play like at twenty-two, let alone twenty-seven.

Dude I based his play off is, at 24, currently the NHL's points leader (this may change, because it's tight as fuck up there, but he'll still be in the top 5 when I post this), so: big hype for 27, widely considered a forward's career peak. (And when Julius goes to KC)

Edit: he's still at the top, but he's now 25!

Great, the sad thoughts are invading. Jared gives his glass of wine a distrustful look.

I love him.

I won’t miss you at all if I get traded,” Jared says.

“Yes you will,” Julius says.

“Just on the ice,” Jared says. “Off the ice you suck.”

Julius stalks to the kitchen, all ruffled, like a furious cat, and Jared grins fondly after him, but makes sure his face is neutral when Julius comes stalking back out, beer in hand. Jared doesn’t know how you can take a passive-aggressive sip of beer, but Julius pulls it off.

Also love Julius. One thing that made me sad about moving all these pieces into place for Jared's move was leaving Julius behind in Edmonton.

Jared’s got a fun morning planned of mainlining coffee and trying not to have a heart attack.

These seem to be contradictory activities.

“Did you just get up?” Julius asks judgmentally when Jared opens the door.

“Yeah,” Jared says through a yawn. “Have I been traded? Are you the trade fairy?”

Julius rolls his eyes at him and pushes past him, putting two coffees and a bag of McDonald’s on the table.

The trade fairy brings McDonalds.

“Healthy,” Jared says, but it’s not like he’s ever going to turn down a McDonald’s hashbrown. He roots into the bag, finds two egg McMuffins and nothing else. “No hashbrowns?” he asks.

Julius shrugs. “Too greasy.”

Jared grumpily unwraps his sandwich. Hashbrowns are the best thing at McDonalds, no contest. Too greasy. Fuck Halla.

Subpar McDonalds. And big Joey Munroe energy from Julius.

“I refuse to learn I’m traded on TV,” Jared says.

Could be worse: could learn you're traded because you got a call from TSN asking about your feelings on being traded, and then have to awkwardly ask them where exactly you've been traded to. Not that that has ever happened.

He opens twitter, goes to the account of the guy who’s known as an insider and has earned that title, as far as Jared’s concerned, scrolling through the updates.

I kind of ride the line re: media personalities in this 'verse and still haven't made a full call on whether they're the same, or some are, or the like, because almost everything in YCMAL 'verse outside of hockey are the same (celebrities, media, fads, etc) but they're hockey adjacent so -- this is either Bob McKenzie or some dude named Rob MacKenzie, whatever!

Anyway before he retired I had a tab with Bob McKenzie's twitter permanently open on trade deadline, free agent frenzy, etc, even when I had the TV on for live coverage (which I inevitably did, though sometimes I put it on mute when things started to slow down). Those days are holidays for me.

A few bottom six guys, a slightly surprising move of one of the top Bruins, considering they’re in the playoff picture. Making room for someone big, maybe.

Maybe.

Jared eats his hashbrownless breakfast

Jared Matheson has never held a grudge in his life.

Julius has an impressive poker face considering he just got promoted to first line centre.

I mean he's a little concerned about the dude sitting beside him, still.

Greg huffs out a laugh. “He got a bit,” he says. “Do you want to know where you’re going?”

He doesn’t.

“Yeah,” Jared says after a moment. “Lay it on me.”

It was a mean thing to leave this part here. I'm not apologizing or anything, though. Doing it put everyone in Jared's shoes more effectively than anything else would have.

116 - Reconfiguration

Jared’s been to Boston all of twice before, both times for games. Not long stays, right in the middle of roadies, and he can barely recall them, though he remembers how the games both went — loss, loss.

Jared is going to continue to have some trouble with the Bruins going forward.

“The Bruins are going to trade me?” Jared asks.

“I’m pretty sure they’re finalising it right now,” Greg says. “Sit tight, okay?”

The author giveth, the author taketh away.

“This isn’t like, trade two of three, is it?” Jared asks, because sucky or not, it’s the best case scenario. Or like, second best. “I’m not about to be shipped to, like, Florida or something?”

“No, they were desperate to get someone good on the right wing,” Greg says. “You’re a Canuck.”

I cannot overstate how many wingers the Canucks went through that season on the Cursed Line.

Julius leans over Jared’s suitcase to hug him, sudden and pointy and borderline painful — he’s skinny, but he’s strong, he wouldn’t have made it this far if he wasn’t, no matter how much talent he has — and Jared, after a short, slightly terrified pause, hugs him back.

<33333 Jared and Julius hugs get to me the way Jared and Erin hugs do. Possibly because in both cases Jared is the MORE enthusiastic hugger, which is honestly impressive.

Dammit, this is the exact reason he wasn’t taking calls. He needs to pack. He needs to be ready to go wherever the Canucks need him. He needs to not be crying on his bed — fuck, it’s going to cost so much to ship his bed to Vancouver, and probably take forever, he shouldn’t even bother until he knows if he’s there for next season too — with a clinging, all-bone Finn attached to him.

Jared is crying, clinging to Julius, all emotion, and then boom — damn the shipping costs are gonna be whack. I love him.

Fuck, who’s going to feed Julius when Jared leaves? The Oilers won’t just let their franchise player starve, will they?

“Please learn how to cook,” Jared begs.

“Fuck you,” Julius says into his shoulder, then lets go, Jared’s lungs suddenly getting airflow again, though his breathing’s still a little too shaky. “Packing,” he says.

“Yeah,” Jared says. “Packing.”

<3 Them. As excited I was about getting to return to my boys Gabe and Steve, and excited for Jared’s reaction to Dmitry, I was slightly distraught myself about Julius going from main supporting cast to guest star (joke’s on me for that too).

“Boston, huh. They’re — they’re a good team, they’re a playoff team.”

“That was like, a whole team ago,” Jared says, interrupting the glummest sounding set of compliments he’s ever heard. “My time as a Bruin has come and gone. Didn’t even get a jersey.”

Give Jared a Bruins jersey.

“I’m betting that’s an understatement,” Foster says. “Just wanted to let you know we’re really looking forward to having you in a Nucks uniform. You’ve been a total pain in the ass to play against, so it’ll be nice to have you on our side.”

Here comes Brian Foster. My fave GM, and it ain't close. (Barrett Rutledge probably takes second, but again -- huge gap)

“I won’t keep you, I’m sure you’ve got a hundred things to do,” Foster says. “You’re at home, right? Not on the road?”

“No,” Jared says. “I’m at home.” For however long it’s home.

“Good, it was the worst when I got traded on the road,” Foster says.

“Didn’t see most of my shit until the offseason. I’m rambling. I do that. A lot. Just. Before I let you go — my job’s to make the best team I can, and I made it better today. I feel really good about how you’re going to fit on this roster, and I hope you do too.”

I loved him already.

[fannyyann]

Hey there, so in twitter I keep seeing a lot of Posts about the apparently super deep friendship between Leon and Ceci, going so far to say Leon will not resign because of the trade & that Leon staying in Edmonton before was hugely due to Ceci.

I saw a goodbye post from Leon to Ceci, but honestly it's the first time I see this friendship mentioned? All the Mattdrai fics rely on Connor or nurse, hyman etc, never saw tumblr Gifs/Posts with them, never saw it on Twitter before.

Is this friendship really that huge?

umm i'm not sure about all that, but i know there's been a lot of rumors that connor and leon are the reasons ceci hadn't been traded until now

i know that leon (and celeste) are close enough with ceci and his wife and kid that they a) were at their kid's birthday party despite not having kids of their own and b) refer to him as uncle leon and that leon has what i would call a big gay crush on him lmao

but i will say, the thing about mattdrai fanfic (and fanfic in general) is that only so much can be garnered from it because it's largely influenced by the author's own personal preferences and cody ceci isn't really a big name that a lot of people are checking for unless they're deep in the trenches wrt paying attention to the oilers

[princesstillyenna]

Before puck drop on the conference finals… group chat wellness check? Especially the Oilers and Maple Leafs. I don’t think there are any Bruins in the gc but watching them hug Bergeron as they left the ice was rough

YOU COME HERE? INTO MY HOUSE BLOG and ask me about the FEELINGS OF THE BRUINS????

No fr fr tho I did see that handshake line and it was very sad.

BUT a wellness check... and a couple of lil spoilers for upcoming gc

Gabe's in surgery - he's recovering, poor Baberiel.

EJ's down in Cali with Paul, holed up and trying not to think about the future.

JT is feeling like the WORLDS WORST CAPTAIN because obviously if he were a BETTER CAPTAIN the leafs would have made it further (he's wrong. It wasn't on him)

Freddie is stressed. Because he NEEDS to prove that he can make it in the postseason but he's not getting as many starts as he WANTS, but also he's won way more games than he's lost. So overall. He's ok

Auston is in carolina, hiding in Fred's apartment. Being his biggest cheerleader and being secretly grateful that they never had to play 5OT

Jacky is mourning the loss of his tooth. Also playoffs are HARD why did nobody tell him that playoff hockey was hard? I mean, obviously he figured it out pretty quickly, but yeah, that's so fucking different to regular season hockey... why did nobody mention it? (spoiler alert, they did)

JSoup is very happy about Jacky's lil tooth gap which he thinks is the cutest thing ever. He lowkey doesn't care about not making it any further because honestly, he wasn't getting the starts and he wasn't expecting the starts and he never knows where he's gonna be, maybe it'll be a cup contender, maybe it won't, he's just along for the ride.

Leon and Connor are fighting, because one of them thinks that they should head down to Florida to support Matthew even though they've only just been kicked out of the playoffs themselves, and the other one thinks they should give themselves a couple of weeks together to lick their metaphorical wounds and just be with each other. It is not the way round we expect.

Jeff is cheering on Carolina like he's never cheered any team on before and if you ask him he'll say it's just because they're his old teammates but truly it's because he just wants the panthers to lose...

Sid and Nate had a brief moment of "should we just go to worlds?" and then decided they were far too old and are on holiday in the sunshine working on their golf

Dylan and Alex are in Toronto chilling with the fam and generally enjoying the off season

Tyler is playing his lil socks off

Matthew is....... Matthew is pretty convinced he's walking around in a dream because none of this actually feels REAL right now. Oh, and also he learnt to advocate for himself a little bit, with some help from his boyfriend

Ritter - is in florida, enjoying "the sun" ;)

Willy and Latts are holed up in their cabin

Jeff and Richie are holed up in THEIR cabin

Danny and Claude would LOVE to be holed up in the cabin, except, well... there are children to look after and they're working hard to give Ryanne a break

Cale is... struggling. Because OK he could feel the team was different from last year but, but, they were the fucking reigning champs, and they lost? In the first round? And he needs to TALK about it, but... he doesn't feel he can talk to Carter because, well, it's a bit shitty to COMPLAIN about losing IN THE PLAYOFFS to someone who's not MADE the playoffs for the past few years

Bobby Lu is having the time of his life

Kaner is sulking. This year did NOT go to plan. Also he's now a UFA... what's with that, he could play ANYWHERE? That's not how hockey's supposed to work... he's a hockey GOD... he's supposed to STILL BE IN THE PLAYOFFS and also he'd very much like to stay in NY please, but he doesn't think that's likely to happen and he really REALLY wants to blame Vladi Tarasenko, if only the fucker wasn't so nice....

Jonny is... dealing with Sulky Peeks. And Baby Pat. And he's still sick, because chronic illness doesn't just Go Away and he's having to make tough decisions and if Peeks could stop trying to make himself the centre of the universe for just one minute... you'd think he'd be used to that by now

Key is having Big Confusing Feelings... nothing new there then. He's in his research era. We stan a man with footnotes.

[thistidalwave]

questions for fic writers

wow just noticed @softbrah tagged me in this....how fun! let's go!

How many works do you have on ao3?

120! that's since 2011.

What’s your total ao3 word count?

1,222,928. dear god.

What fandoms do you write for?

currently we deep in the k-pop trenches, collecting lil blorbos with compelling narratives and dynamics to smack together like dolls. specifically i've been writing for Seventeen lately, and previously for TXT and BTS, and because i am me, i write niche inter-band shit and collected a couple soloists to throw in for seasoning.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Addicted (to loving you) (Teen Wolf scott/stiles. no, idk either. please don't read it.)

pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks (checkpls bitty/jack/kent. pure fluff no substance the people love it)

love doesn't come in boxes (checkpls bitty/jack)

something good and right and real (hockey rpf benn/seguin, cowritten with @aperfect20)

drop everything now (hockey rpf bgally/agally, cowritten with @aperfect20. listen. these hockey fics are of their time and now they'll never leave the first page sorted by kudos.)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes, all the time! it takes negligible time and brain power for me, and i like to let people know how much i appreciated hearing their thoughts, even when it was just a thank you and then we're in a lil awkward thanking circle.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

ok, i think it just has to be a tie between "only time is ours" and "34 Days", which are check please kent/jack fics about the same pre-canon break-up events, the first from jack's pov and the second from kent's (tho iirc they have different interpretations of events beyond the pov switch, too). they are inherently angsty bc absolutely nothing is good at the end of them.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

this is so hard to decide, bc i primarily write romcoms and by the end of them if your teeth aren't rotting i did it wrong. i will give a shoutout to "doesn't matter what we do", a bts jimin/j-hope that is all about just Letting Urself Be Soulmates and then grossing out ur bandmates about it.

Do you get hate on fics?

no, thank god.

Do you write smut?

yes i have been known to write filth. sometimes the romcom plot calls for it. i'm horrible at pwp bc i'm always giving it plot, but u kno, sometimes the spirit moves me and i manage it.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

crossovers of fandoms that have nothing to do with each other actually kind of squick me - i'm talking crossovers where characters who have never and will never meet are there for no reason (think superwholock tbh, tho i was uncharacteristically a lil into that at the time), not fusions or big universes with diff shows or whatever. it's just not for me!

but in terms of things where it's less drastic (crossing over bands in k-pop, for example) i am all over that, bc there's interesting stuff from real life there! my craziest example atm is a baekho/jun fic, and like, it's not that crazy!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don't think so!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, it's always so awesome that someone wants to take the time to do that.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yessssss, my favourite way to create fic.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

this is an extremely insensitive thing to ask a ship whore like me. there are some ships that REALLY set my brain on fire over the years, though. check pls kent/jack drives me insane to this day. harry styles/nick grimshaw was So compelling. 2012 oilers "kid line" (nugent-hopkins/hall/eberle) went off.

often fandom really makes these ships worth it to talk about and inspires me to contribute. i am often very compelled by one character in particular and just ship them with everyone possible so i can examine all their sides.

What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

hmmmm if i WANT to finish it, i probably will. there are things that i ended up abandoning, though. one of those i'm still kinda sad about was a dylan/mitch/auston sequel to my connor/rystro.

What are your writing strengths?

i write realistic dialogue and i'm great at characterization (shoutout to the mean comment i got circa 2010 telling me to get good at characterization. i did. thanks.) my voice has always been strong, too.

What are your writing weaknesses?

i sometimes slack on depicting the interior emotions of characters. i'm not great with setting or exposition because the brand of fanfic i tend to write isn't a great place to practice those skills. i try to find places to do it, though!

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

it's the norm in k-pop fandom to drop in localization things like honorifics, and i like it because it can communicate relationships between the characters and so that it's not SO divorced from the context the idols actually live in. this is such a weirdly specific question, idk what else to say about it lmao

First fandom you wrote for?

twilight. bless her.

Favorite fic you’ve written?

choosing between my children? ok. at the moment i'm quite fond of too real to call it magic, a contemporary fantasy au where the main character is stuck in a dream. i felt really good about what i did with the themes and setting of the source material (a mv, so you're only 3mins and a quick google of the main characters' names away from reading this fic!) and the way i developed the relationship. it's underrated af bc it's a niche pairing.

i will tag @aperfect20 since i already tagged her in the text of the post. no pressure tho.

[toasttt11]

cursing

May 12, 2021

Hayden yawned from where she lying in her hotel bed completely under all of the blankets. Ryan was lying next to her in her bed as they watched an episode of the show they have been watching together.

Hayden has always had Jack as her roommate on the roadtrips and when she joined the Oiler’s she got her own room for her first season and most of her second season until Ryan joined and she got to have a roommate again.

Hayden and Ryan worked well sharing a room together because they have similar routines and they are both morning people so they usually wake up at the same time.

Since it is last game of the regular season they are having a team breakfast together meaning Ryan and Hayden both had to wait until they can go get breakfast.

Hayden yawned again as snuggled closer to her blue bunny jelly cat that Quinn got her and it is one of her favorites and one she always has with her on road games.

Ryan checked the time as the episode ended and sighed in relief seeing it almost time for the breakfast and they can get up now, “Finally.” Ryan groaned in relief making Hayden sigh in relief as she sat up stretching.

Hayden redid her messy french braid as Ryan went into the bathroom to get ready.

Hayden stood up as Ryan came back out and slipped on her slides and grabbed her phone.

Ryan and Hayden walked out of their hotel room and walked down to the conference room for their team breakfast and they both perked up when they walked in and they saw coffee and immediately they both walked over getting some coffee.

Ryan and Hayden walked over to a table where Connor, Leon, Kailee and Ryan H were sitting. Hayden sat down next to Connor and Ryan sat down next to her.

Hayden cursed as she took a sip of her coffee and it was burning hot.

“Language.” Connor spoke up giving Hayden a look that was half playfully and half stern.

Hayden grinned mischievously, “Scheiße.”

Ryan, Kailer and Ryan H started dying laughing at Hayden.

Connor eye’s widen recognizing the language, “Leo!” Connor scolded Leon.

Leon just shrugged with a proud smile, “Well done Mäuschen.” Leon proudly told Hayden having never seen anyone pick up german easier than Hayden is.

“Danke.” Hayden proudly grinned back at Leon, she has enjoyed learning a little bit of german here and there for Leon.

Connor just groaned exasperated making the all of them start laughing at him. Connor knew Hayden learning German from Leon would end up with her knowing all the swear words because he knows Leon and Hayden and knew that is what they would do.

“Wait till he finds out what else i taught you.” Leon chuckled sharing a mischievous look with Hayden making Connor groan again with dread not even wanting to know.

Hayden chuckled and took a sip of her coffee.

Hayden and Ryan of course teased everyone during breakfast something that had become common since they met and the team knows Hayden and Ryan together usually ends up with them doing something mischievous.

Hayden was laughing as she said another german curse worse making Connor plonk his head on the table groaning. Leon and Hayden shared a grin as they love messing with Connor as Kailer and Ryan were laughing at how Connor seems like a tired Dad and Ryan and Hayden shared a hive five.

Hayden looked around the table at the teammates she has grown closest with and smiled content.

She may of been very closed off when she first joined the team and it did take her awhile to let anyone in but by the end of her second season she can say she really found a family in her team.

Connor being the mentor Hayden never knew she needed and he understands her on a level no one else does. Lauren who has become the first person Hayden has ever seen as sister and someone who just makes her feel comfortable being herself.

Leon who is someone who seems grumpy and closed off but easily let her in and makes her feel protected, he lets her in on his cultural traditions and teaching her his native language. Celeste who immediately treated Hayden like family and become someone she also sees as sister now.

Ryan who immediately became one of Hayden’s best friends. The only person on the team that is close to Hayden’s age and automatically making them under each other and closer with each other. Ryan who became Hayden’s first ever roommate and who helped Hayden make some new happy memories in her home.

Kailer who is always a walking ball of sunshine and just makes Hayden laugh and smile easily. Someone who never pushed her to open up to the team and just waited till she was ready.

Ryan H who reminds Hayden a lot of a golden retriever especially Archie, with how happy is he. His positivity is always something that fills the locker room. His Wife Bre who is just as sweet as Ryan and always extremely kind to her.

Hayden may of gotten closet with a few teammates but she still found a family in her whole team and she’s grown close to each of her teammates and their families.

Like Jeff who will stay late after practice so Hayden can shoot longer and he never lets her get easy shots always making her work for it and his wife Chloe who is always inviting her over for dinner and always having conversations with her.

Darnell who is protective of their team but especially Hayden even if she can handle herself he still protect hers on the ice and has gotten into a few fights for her and his wife Mikayla who is currently pregnant with their first children but still comes to games and cheers for her husband but mostly cheers for Hayden.

Hayden really felt like she belongs in Edmonton, playing with the Oilers, she found a family in her team.

[seedlessmuffins]

after 2 nights, 8 playoff games, 16 teams in various states of preparation for playoff hockey, many controversies and somehow finding the time to watch at least two periods of every game, i have my analysis of every game 1 of the stanley cup playoffs. these are just general thoughts, theres no possible way i could do detailed positional analysis when there were multiple games going on at the same time. i did my best, i hope you enjoy!

NIGHT ONE

carolina hurricanes vs new york islanders, 2-1

game at a glance: clean, traditional hockey

this was the first game i watched, and it was a good way to start of this year's playoffs! it wasn't the most exciting game, but the hurricanes were playing good, clean hockey with beautiful passing and heavy possession, the isles couldn't get the puck away for long enough to have many high danger chances. the canes defense, especially burns, had such a good night, which was good because raanta had a truly bad bounce. isles forwards were ghosts, they didn't produce anything of note, and shoutout to the canes' sebastian aho who scored the first game of the playoffs! the crowd in carolina was great, very loud, they were very optimistic and cheered for most of the plays, which obviously gave the canes lots of energy! definitely a good way to start!

boston bruins vs florida panthers, 3-1

game at a glance: expectations of greatness

after a historic regular season, anything short of winning the cup is a failure for this boston team. so much so, in fact, that the crowd was chanting "we want the cup" at the end of the third period. there's not much to say about this game, because boston is everything in hockey maximized to be the best it can be, and even missing their captain they played a remarkable game of hockey that was frankly a joy to watch. ullmark in boston's net was outstanding as he has been this season, and lyon in florida's net wasn't, which was to be expected. the crowd was in a celebratory mood, as if this game was a victory lap for the bruins. they can't get to comfortable, but this was fun hockey to watch and i thoroughly enjoyed every second of the two periods i tuned in to.

dallas stars vs minnesota wild, 2-3 (second overtime)

game at a glance: the powder keg exploded

this is a series that i thought would be boring, as neither team is known for super exciting hockey. boy was i wrong, this series i think is one of the most exciting for me right now. score was pretty even, with the teams trading blows, but what really got me was the physicality. both teams were starting fights, checking and hitting each other, and there were lots of penalties given out. the pavelski hit was a big moment in the game. in my opinion? a dirty hit, but it was legal as it was a shoulder-to-shoulder hit, just unfortunate that pavelski hit his head on the ice. going into double overtime just extended the battle, as each team worked to get that third goal which the wild eventually ground out. the goalies on both sides were stand out players, making multiple great saves each, and the man who should've been the difference maker, robertson, was a ghost after the end of the third. definitely a series to keep an eye on, i have a feeling it will be a close one.

edmonton oilers vs los angeles kings, 3-4 (overtime)

game at a glance: the great end-of-game collapse

have you ever seen the hope of tens of thousands of fans die in 20 minutes? the oilers started out so strong with a powerplay goal, and they kept the momentum until there was 10 minutes left in the 3rd period where they just fell apart. a disallowed goal in overtime that left time for the kings to win it was just the cherry on top of an epic collapse. draisaitl did his part for the oilers, but mcdavid didn't make an impact on the scoresheet or in the game outside a few pretty spins. korpisalo was great, and if he keeps playing like he did on monday he could drag the kings out of the first round. the atmosphere in edmonton was electric, they were so loud and when the oilers started their collapse, they started throwing beers on the ice. can't say they aren't passionate, but i think the pressure of doing well in a building that expected so much out of the oilers got in their head in overtime. hopefully, they smarten up for game 2

NIGHT TWO

new jersey devils vs new york rangers, 1-5

game at a glance: young upstarts against the old guard

this was a the most boring game i watched out of the 8, it just really didn't hold my attention at all. the crowd in jersey was lame. i said it! there were so many empty seats and rangers jerseys, and the people who were there were quiet (and left during the game!). as for the game, it was obvious that the rangers had playoff experience and were generally bigger and sturdier as a team, they bullied jersey's smaller forwards especially jack hughes the whole game, so they couldn't get any meaningful possession. igor shesterkin in net and the rangers defence blocking shots did most of the work in ensuring the low scoring chances for jersey, and the only goal, that came off a penalty shot, was more of a consolation than anything after the rangers had controlled the whole game. it will be interesting to see if the devils get more comfortable as they adapt to playoff hockey or if the rangers just eat them whole.

toronto maple leafs vs tampa bay lightning, 3-7

game at a glance: heavy is the king that sits upon the thone of expectations

this was the game i was looking forward to the most, and to be honest i was a bit disappointed. the leafs were so out of it, they looked like they were a minor league team playing against pros. they were able to use their speed and skill for a couple minutes at a time for a few goals, but they couldn't maintain it or use it on the power play to convert their chances, in addition to having absolutely horrendous goaltending (with little defensive support). tampa looked like the season vets they were, roughing the leafs up a bit and keeping to their rigid structure. it was obvious that tampa didn't have the same tricks and speed as the leafs, but by sticking to their structure and playing smart, safe hockey, they thrashed the leafs at home. the bunting hit was stupid, dirty and illegal. i hope he gets suspended, you can't elbow someone in the head and just get away with it. the leafs' lack of confidence wasn't helped by the crowd, who had very high energy but most of it was put into heckling the leafs, who were booed off the ice at the end of the first period. the expectations in toronto are so high, another failure after 19 years of failure is unacceptable. toronto needs to adapt to the pressure or it doesn't look good for them. very exciting watch, even though toronto looked so shaky.

vegas golden knights vs winnipeg jets, 1-5

game at a glance: they're the knights, but couldn’t protect their net

winnipeg looked ready for playoff hockey. vegas didn't. winnipeg looked fast, they played with discipline and their defence was exemplary. they could shut down knights chances and if one got through, hellebuyck in goal was able to shut it down. the knights continually tried to engage the jets in fights, but the jets kept composure and refused to engage. a masterclass in strategy, and the dominated the knights, who seemed to underestimate the jets. unpopular opinion: i really don't like the vegas atmosphere, it feels so aggressively like a less-enthusiastic american football game, i feel like im watching another sport. crowd wasn't great, knights weren't great, but the jets were incredible and their coach's system is absolutely stunning to watch. not my favourite series, but was interesting to see!

colorado avalanche vs. seattle kraken, 1-3

game at a glance: a selection of stars against a balance of powers

the avalanche, the reigning stanley cup champions, were exposed as very reliant on a few stars in this game. without those stars producing points, they couldn't effectively create chances or set the rhythm of the game. seattle, on the other hand, has a pretty evenly dispersed amount of talent between all the forward and defensive lines, which showed as they got scoring and playmaking from pretty much everyone on the team. their goalie grubauer having a great night in goal sealed the deal, and the kraken win their franchise's first playoff game ever. we will see how this series develops, as the avs are a much bigger, tougher team who could bully the kraken with their speed if they control play for long stretches of time. the kraken aren't shrinking violets though, and their ability to smoothly break the puck out of the neutral zone is composed and almost clinical with how they undressed the defensemen who weren't named cale makar. atmosphere was great, i love the crowd in colorado and the in-arena announcer has so many cool sound effects and songs they play which makes the game fun to watch.

TLDR

series i recommend if you want to watch beautiful hockey: boston bruins v florida panthers

series i recommend if you want a close series: toronto maple leafs vs tampa bay lightning

series i recommend if you want to see fights: dallas stars vs minnesota wild

i hope you enjoyed this analysis, and happy watching everyone!

[laresearchette]

Saturday, January 18, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: MY ARGENTINE HEART (W Network) 8:00pm

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA CITY SESSIONS: FRANZ FERDINAND FEAR OF GOD ATHLETICS AT BLUE CHECKS JELLY FAM AT YNG DREAMERZ

CRAVE TV REAL TIME WITH BILL MAHER T’CHOUPIE A LA CHAMPAGNE (Season 1)

DISNEY + STAR ME & WINNIE THE POOH (Season 2, new episodes)

GRAND SLAM OF CURLING (SN) 11:00am: Masters - Men’s Quarterfinals (SN1) 3:00pm: Masters - Women’s Quarterfinals (SN1) 7:00pm: Masters - Men's & Women's Semifinals

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 1:00pm: Scotiabank Hockey Day in Canada (CBC/SN) 3:00pm: Bruins vs. Sens (TSN5) 4:00pm: Sens vs. Penguins (SN) 6:00pm: Scotiabank Hockey Day In Canada Primetime (CBC/SN) 7:00pm: Leafs vs. Habs (CityTV/SNWest) 7:00pm: Flames vs. Jets (CBC/SN) 10:00pm: Oilers vs. Canucks

HENRY DANGER: THE MOVIE (YTV) 4:00pm: After meeting Kid Danger superfan Missy Martin and being pulled into a portal that opens alternate realities, Henry and his inexperienced new sidekick must find their way back to Dystopia or be trapped forever.

NFL FOOTBALL (TSN/TSN4) 4:30pm: Divisional Round - Texans vs. Chiefs (TSN/TSN4) 8:00pm: Divisional Round - Commanders vs. Lions

2025 AUSTRALIAN OPEN TENNIS (TSN3/TSN5) 7:00pm: Round of 16

NELLY KNOWS MYSTERIES: A FATAL ENGAGEMENT (CTV Life) 8:00pm: When Dahlia's boyfriend is found dead, advice columnist Nelly joins Detective Hogan to help find the killer. However, as suspicions creep in, Dahlia becomes the prime suspect.

DEADLY DILF (Lifetime Canada) 8:00pm: A drunken escapade leads to a one-night stand between college track star Elysium and her married neighbor, Rio. When Rio tries to end their relationship, Elysium's obsession with him becomes increasingly dangerous.

NBA BASKETBALL (SN Now) 8:30pm: Wizards vs. Warriors

BILLIONAIRE MURDERS (Oxygen Canada) 9:00pm: Money, Money, Money

DIDDY: THE MAKING OF A BAD BOY (Slice) 9:00pm: From his childhood to becoming a mogul, this raw look at Sean Combs' journey through exclusive footage and candid interviews explores his rise, controversies and the man behind the music.

JACKASS FOREVER (Crave) 9:00pm: Celebrate the joy of a perfectly executed shot to the groin as Johnny Knoxville, Steve-O and the rest of the gang return for another round of hilarious, wildly absurd and often dangerous displays of stunts and comedy.

THUNDER BAY (Oxygen Canada) 10:00pm: The police continue to deny any wrong-doing in the deaths of Indigenous children; two police officers break the thin blue line to contact Ryan; there's something sinister going on inside the police force and they want Ryan's help.

HALF BAKED: TOTALLY HIGH (Crave) 10:40pm: Hoping to raise money for their friend's funeral, three stoners try to sell a strain of magical weed in Los Angeles. However, they soon find themselves in over their heads when their business venture angers a ruthless drug lord.

THE MAURITANIAN (CTV) 12:30am: A defense attorney, her associate and a military prosecutor uncover a far-reaching conspiracy while investigating the case of a suspected 9/11 terrorist imprisoned at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, for six years.

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

https://www.tumblr.com/uluvjay/760937520779476992/do-you-have-a-picture-of-john-marinos-tattoo

<< I FOUND IT but toooo blurry

https://www.nhl.com/devils/news/marino-brother-in-a-time-of-adversity-335014640

<< like come on NHL you had one job show us his ribcage🙄

btw Johnny anon here😂🙋🏻‍♀️

And thanks to you I checked canucks insta & YouTube damn we missed that curly toothless hair boy🥹🫶🏻 I hope Utah insta gives us great content Hahahaha

Ugh I used to take psychology during high school it was useful but our boy with Harvard and psychology and finance is just too delicious to be real ugh wait did he graduate or straight to nhl ?

Welp now he has new task to analyze the new team😂🤣😂

YEEEESSSS just made Johnny the header for Utah!!!!!! 🥹🩵🤍

Nooooo hope work wasn’t awkward today my dear!! 😳🕺🏻I’m in a work crisis right now, I have to pick a new job, and first time in my life I have four offers and so hard to decide🥴

See that’s the same photo I found. And like maybe I need to wear my glasses more cause don’t see any tattoo. 🤣 maybe Utah will give the ppl what they not only want but need with some pics of Johnny shirtless because I am lowkey convinced it doesn’t exist. I mean he already has posted content from Utah so there is hope. 🤞🏼

Ooo not it being time for me tell everyone about useless information I know about hockey players. So Johnny was drafted originally by the Oilers in round 3 I believe of the top of my head? (Someone might wanna fact check me on that). But as most guys drafted in round 3 or 4 basically he signed a contract that said that the oilers owned his name. But they never called him up to play for them. So he literally just went about his life at 18 and went to Harvard. He never actually thought he would get called up to play so he just played on Harvards team while in school. It was the summer before his senior year like 2 weeks before he was suppose to go back that Oilers traded his name to Penguins. Pittsburgh immediately was like “yeah we need you get your ass on the next flight.” So yes he did attend Harvard he was actually only one semester away from qualifying for graduation. His brother works for the NHL actually which I found hilarious using his own math degree.

His entire family is lowkey genius and I believe Harvard alum if I’m not mistaken. Johnny is actually known as the “not smart twin.” 🥺 but yes I would love to sit down with him one day and compare notes specifically about the NJ devils but I will give anything he’s willing to share.

[intimacynow21]

So i have been checking things out on line lately and can see that there are so many more new apps that can do amazing things and that there is just not enough time to fully digest and incorporate them into our new lives but I do see becoming too attached to this 2D world and moving away from the 3D splendor that is right in front of us yet it is increasingly becoming too much to handle as well. I spend a great deal of time in the 2D world and hope to bring some of that experience to anyone that wants to stop in and visit it would be just like we were neighbor's from way back and now have a new way to catch up. I will be sharing my Forge of Empires experience that has been on going for 8 or so years now as well as sharing a movie night every so often as well as my favorite sports team the Oilers will become a big add as i move away from the You-tube era and into this new one. There is so much more left to do in the final 2 segments of my life and having a group of people to share it with is worth doing.

Saturday is the next day that has an eligible game for my new Canada cup series and i have to post last week's start of it all which was quite the whirlwind of excitement for us Oiler's fans plus a huge Toronto comeback win that is setting this year's run a lot more fun to watch for me. I have a plaque that i will be keeping the results for the next 20 years on before passing it off to someone else maybe but now that it is front and center of my attention I better get it done. Chow for now and stop by my live show if you can to say hi and give me a few pointers. As Red Green used to say Until next time 'Keep your stick on the ice'