#xavier ouellet

[maljic]

Ryan is ok and all, but look at my lil french croissant

[pensfan4lfe2]

Then&Now || Xavier Ouellet

[lady-of-the-spirit]

Marianne: the only mental health advice my parents gave me is when I was having panic attacks at school, and I didn't know what they were, and I was very stressed out and didn't know what to do. And I told my parents.

Marianne: and they told me, "All I can tell you, is that when you feel like this... get as far away from the people you care about as possible until you feel different."

Charles: ...genuinely, what the fuck.

[spirit-whump]

whumptober2023 No. 15: “I don’t need you to help me, I can handle things myself.” | Suppressed Suffering | “I’m fine.”

fandom: X-Men First Class (OC-centric)

Marianne couldn’t remember the last time she hadn’t been exhausted. 

It felt like she had been born that way. The eldest daughter of five children, raised during the Depression, with both parents struggling to make end’s meet - of course she had stepped up and looked out for her siblings. It was what she was meant to do. Her parents had to focus on supporting the family, and to do that, Marianne had to take care of the family. It was the only way. 

Then she had started dating Lawrence, and a while after, Henry had come along. That’s when she and Lawrence became the parents struggling to make end’s meet. They had managed somehow, but it was a lot of work, especially with Marianne being the one at home with the baby even as she kept the bookstore running. She was lucky if she could manage a ten minute nap in the afternoons, even when Henry was taking his own naps. There was always something to do, something to fix around the house, and her powers being what they were, it was easy enough, so she didn’t see the harm in doing what she could. 

Lawrence disagreed. He was always taking over for her, taking Henry out of the house when he could to let her get some rest, taking over the little projects she found to fix the house with the insistence that he could handle at least half of what she wanted to do. He made dinner most nights, even after a long day of work. He insisted that they were meant to take care of each other and she needed to let him take care of her as much as she took care of everyone. So she let him.

And then he was gone, and suddenly everything fell back on her shoulders.

And she managed. More than that, Marianne did a damn good job if she said so herself. She raised a child alone, made sure he was safe and healthy and loved. She kept her store running and well cared for, a safe place for anyone who wandered in. She took care of the home and her store and her child all by herself for years and she did fine. 

She was fine. 

And then Charles Fucking Xavier and Erik Fucking Lehnsherr and Moira Fucking MacTaggert walked into her life and fucked it all up. 

They were always there, asking her how she was. How she was feeling after this or that. It wasn’t their fault they hadn’t been at the facility for Shaw’s attack, but really, they didn’t need to be constantly asking her if she was alright. The kids had been through it too - surely they needed more attention than her. She had handled it all just fine. The kids were safe. That was enough. 

Or they were giving her concerned looks when she happened to mention Lawrence, or alluded to something about her family or childhood. Marianne knew what her life had been like. She didn’t need pity over it. She had lost her husband. She had been all but abandoned by her family. And she had made it on her own after all of that. 

Look - Marianne hadn’t suffered the same way they had. Not even the same way the others on the team had. She hadn’t been abandoned or tortured or orphaned or neglected or imprisoned or any of that. Her past had been rough, yes, but she had gotten through it. The worst of it was over. She didn’t need their pity or their help or their concerned looks when she absentmindedly mentioned things like the one time as a 14-year-old she hadn’t seen either of her parents for three days in a row because they left for work early and came back late.

That was the life she’d been given and she didn’t need pitying over it. It wasn’t worse than anything they’d been through. 

It was embarrassing on every level when she woke up one morning and remembered getting drunk with them the night before and realizing she was a much bigger lightweight than she remembered when she was only two glasses of wine in and suddenly started telling them everything she had kept locked away for years. 

Everything from the grief she had suppressed since Lawrence had died, to the sadness of missing her siblings ever since she had run away from home, to the anger and grief over her parents all but throwing her away when she got pregnant. Everything she had never said to anyone but Lawrence, she told all of them. 

It was Charles, of course it was Charles, who approached her the following morning when she was suffering from a violent hangover and gently started probing her for a follow up conversation about everything she had said. Marianne had told him kindly but firmly that she had been drunk and they didn’t need to worry about her. They didn’t need to talk about it ever again, honestly, and she preferred it that way. 

Charles tried again, and then again, to get her to stop dismissing it, until she snapped at him to leave her alone. It was none of his business. And finally he did, but not without a sad look and a reminder that they were allowed to care about her as much as she cared about them. She could come to them whenever she wanted. 

And she appreciated it. She did, really. But she didn’t need that.

Because she was fine. She was tired all the time and she always felt a thin ribbon of grief running through her very being, but she had been living with that for years now. So she was fine, and she would be fine. 

She had made it this far on her own, after all. 

[naanima]

This week in hockey news (stuff I paid attention to) ...

WE HAVE ACTUAL GAMES. Pre-season starts, and the NHL Exhibition games were so fun!! 🥰

Zegras & Drysdale still unsigned by Anaheim Ducks. 🤔

Pittsburgh Penguins put the following players on waivers - Taylor Fedun, Jonathan Gruden, Xavier Ouellet, Rem Pitlick, and Ty Smith. 🤨

Andrei Vasilevskiy will miss roughly two months of the regular season after a successful microdiscectomy to address a lumbar disc herniation. 😱

Mikael Backlund is the new captain of the Calgary Flames and a new contract extension of $4.5M AAV. 🫡

Michael Andlauer is officially the new owner of the Ottawa Senators. Finally. 🥱

Nic Kerdiles of the Anahim Ducks and Calgary Flames' assistant general manager Chris Snow passed away. Condolences.

[goalhofer]

2024 Wilkes-Barre/Scranton Penguins playoff stat leaders

Games played: Corey Andonovski, Joel Blomqvist, Tristan Broz, Taylor Fedun, Jonathan Gruden, Avery Hayes, Vinnie Hinostroza, Jagger Joshua, Ville Koivunen, Xavier Ouellet, Sam Poulin, Valtteri Puustinen, Jack Rathbone, Austin Rueshhoff, Ryan Shea, Jack St. Ivany & Radim Zohorna (2) Goals: Radim Zohorna (2) Assists: Vinnie Hinostroza (3) Points: Vinnie Hinostroza & Valtteri Puustinen (3) +/-: Jack Rathbone (+3) PIM: Vinnie Hinostroza (4) Wins: Joel Blomqvist (0) Fewest losses: Joel Blomqvist (2) Fewest goals allowed: Joel Blomqvist (7) Saves: Joel Blomqvist (59) Shutouts: Joel Blomqvist (0)

[st-louis]

eddy and his terrible beer. 😌

[villenatale]

Scorey Perry and Goal Caufield at morning skate

[erikkarlsson]

habs doing carey justice for once ︱ 8.19.20

[hockeytown-gifs]

Hanging out behind Keats  -  Wings @ Islanders  -  Dec. 4, 2016

[pensfan4lfe2]

Then&Now || Xavier Ouellet

[lady-of-the-spirit]

Marianne: How dare these dear dear friends of mine ruin my plans to suffer in silence for the rest of my life by asking me if I'm "okay".

[hockeywags]

Xavier and Liz Ouellet [Source]

[safetybuzz]

can you spell kotkaniemi? (feat. a very unimpressed jesperi) 

bonus:

[titobeauvilliers]

A player for each letter of the alphabet:

↳ X is for Xavier Ouellet