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bumbliart · 1 year
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❤ Cure Passion ❤
💕 Happiness Hurricane 💕
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flaticeball · 5 months
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a jew review of: nhl team happy hanukkah posts
good evening and chag sameach to my hanukkah-celebrating pals out there on hockeyblr. today i bring you: a non-comprehensive and entirely subjective review from one (1) jewish hockey fan of the graphics posted by various nhl teams in celebration of the first night tonight. i definitely missed some, and some teams didn't post any at all, so it's a bit patchwork. here we go.
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vancouver canucks: this is an extremely serviceable graphic. love the blurred dreidels to give the effect that they are spinning. very funny. props for the detail that there is a shadow of the menorah on the ice. straightforward. icemenorah is a themeTM but some did it better than others and this is a classic. 7/10
post continues under the cut for the sake of your dash and mine.
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carolina hurricanes: obsessed with what the canes have done here though i cannot comprehend it. the weird techno style textured background. the out of focus magen david around. THE HURRICANES. IN HEBREW. WITH THE LITTLE CANES LOGO THING I FORGET THE NAME OF ON THE HEI? INCREDIBLE. points for creativity. overall baffling vibes. 6/10.
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pittsburgh penguins: this is just adorable. you hired someone to draw this. spectacular work, guys. it's giving a bit of 'we browsed the target hanukkah deco section for inspo' but it's too adorable for me to care. it's team themed, it's hockey themed, it's holiday appropriate. love everything going on here. they get points for doing what very few other teams are doing and remembering this is night one, so only one candle is lit. most everyone else is getting a bit a head of themselves. 9/10.
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washington capitals: and here we have another edition of the icemenorah, with a minimalist twist. this graphic screams 'oh fuck wait is that tonight' which to be fair is also how i, a jew, felt about realizing tonight was the first night of hanukkah. could'a done more, but it's perfectly fine. 6/10.
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new jersey devils: this fucks. it's got devils themes. it's got a cool style. it's got vibes. it's got: more hockey stick menorahs which i am always excited about. that shamash candle is a graphic design nightmare but other than that i am all on board. 8/10
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vegas golden knights: i love the gold foil effect and that you remembered there was more to hanukkah than candles, that's nice, as is involving the other affiliates! however. where are the vibes. this is not the vgk wishes you a chag sameach, this is a greeting card i got on etsy. 6/10 just bc i KNOW you can do better. where's the neon, babes.
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los angeles kings: oh this is fun. it's icemenorah: WITH A TWIST. the art style is cute, it's got plenty of hockey theme, it's also very obviously LA-y, i'm giving them points for this one. the shadow is insane but that's okay, it's ~stylistic. it's cute. 7/10. UPDATE: definitely AI. boo hiss. 0/10.
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montréal canadiens: this is probably my favourite for sheer vibes. you got: levitating icemenorah. you got: action-shot candle lighting. you got: remembering this is night ONE. you got: the implication that the torch is the shamash candle????? you got: JOYEUSE HANOUKKA!!!!!!!! (and like happy hanukkah or whatever i guess). obsessed. it's so funny. it's amazing. 9/10.
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happyk44 · 3 months
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percy repeating that he can be good over and over again to himself while covered in the blood after an overwhelming unleash of volatile rage that destroyed all that threatened his loved ones while grover holds his face and steadily grounds him back to reality
("i'm safe, we're safe, it's safe, just breathe")
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catladychronicles · 8 months
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Glowing & glistening angel
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comfortfoodcontent · 3 months
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RIP Carl Weathers
Carl Weathers is up there in contention as my favorite actor. I've yet to find something he has been in where I didnt love him. Just an amazing man and actor. Action Jackson, Predator, In The Heat of the Night, Arrested Development, The Mandalorian, Happy Gilmore, all the Rocky movies, the list goes on and on. He is an absolute LEGEND!!! I am so so sad to hear he's passed. This one hurts man.
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pyotrkochetkov · 5 months
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ANDREI SVECHNIKOV Postgame | November 26, 2023
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52pk · 1 month
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this face is insane
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smileysvech · 9 days
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Ditch the clowns, get the crown
Baby, I’m the one to beat
The Alchemy - Taylor Swift
TTPD moodboard series masterlist
tagging: @pyotrkochetkov @andreisvechnikov @ahoist @comphy-and-cozy @tinyhockey @drei-mrssvechii @lovelyteuvo @lila-rose @laurenairay @senditcolton @hoesforthecanes @thesvechnikov
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himbeaux-on-ice · 1 year
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in honour of the playoffs, here's one of the dumbest things i've thought up in a while: every series of the first round, titled in the style of "Battle of Alberta" based on something that the teams have in common:
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EAST:
Battle of the Sebastian Ahos: no matter what happens, a team with a Sebastian Aho on the roster will move on to the next round
Battle of the Hudson: the Hudson River is the body of water across which Devils and Rangers fans will hurl projectiles at each other during the course of 4-7 games
Battle of the Rats: Brad Marchand vs Matthew Tkachuk while the rest of the league watches with popcorn
Battle of the Same Colour Scheme: I categorically guarantee a team that wears blue and white with a black alternate jersey will win this series
WEST:
Battle of Manitoba: the Brandon Wheat Kings are to Kelly McCrimmon's VGK what the Soo Greyhounds are to Kyle Dubas' Leafs
Battle of Minnesota: it's just so cool to see Jake Oettinger get to play for his home-state Minnesota North Stars
Battle of the Gretzky Trade: if TNT doesn't have him on the broadcast panel for this series then what's the point
Battle of Philipp Grubauer (and Burky!): hey Seattle, where'd you get your big free agent signings from! ...oh? well. this might get awkward.
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cellythefloshie · 5 months
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;; Nu är det jul igen written for @mp0625 the hockey girlies fic exchange
Summary: You spend your first Christmas with your boyfriend, Freddie Andersen. Word Count: 1.2k+
A/N: It's a miracle that I was able to get enough time to get this one done! I was worried I was going to run out of time! Thank you Mara or taking the time to coordinate the exchange! It was a pleasure writing for you this year. Happy Holidays to all, I hope enjoy!
The scent in the air could only really be defined as the holidays. It was a whimsical mixture of sugar cookies, pine needles, and the simmering pot of citrus and cinnamon that you had on the stove. It was just like how it smelt back home at Christmas every year, but this year, you weren't at home with your family. This year, you were spending Christmas with your boyfriend, Freddie. 
With the tight schedule, the National Hockey League kept, the holiday season could be lonely for some. Not every man on the roster had their family living in Carolina with them or could make one quick drive or flight out of state to see them for the few short days they had off. Freddie couldn’t fly home to Denmark. The 20+ hours of travel time made the trip unjustifiable. He would have to spend most of it in the air, losing precious time with his loved ones alone on a flight. And no one deserved to spend the holiday season alone. 
That was why, the moment you found out he was remaining state-side for the holidays, you canceled all of your plans. 
Your mother was more than understanding, although your father was wary as to why you didn’t just bring him home for the holidays. And you had half the mind to ask, but your relationship with Freddie was, well, in your mind, still new. The two of you had been together just over a year, but with his busy schedule, you found yourself apart more often than not. And while you were head over heels for him, and couldn’t wait to introduce him to your family, the last thing you wanted was to rush things. 
With little protest, home for the holidays became spending Christmas Eve in Freddie’s apartment. It didn’t have the same novelties of home, but the two of you had spent the day getting into the Christmas spirit. You had put on the simmering pot in the morning, letting its smell relax you as you decorated the apartment and put up a small artificial tree in the corner, complete with lights and ornaments. Then, the two of you made cookies together, and come sunset, the two of you snacked on a charcuterie board of cheeses, nuts, meat, and fruit while bingeing some of your favorite holiday movies. 
It was the last chance the two of you had to relax, because come Christmas Day, you would be conquering cooking Christmas dinner for yourselves for the first time. Which you didn’t even want to think about until morning. The giant turkey was all too intimidating for you as you sipped a glass of wine and watched the credits roll. A single hand fell to the remote, your thumb pressing the series of buttons to close the current movie and fall back into the holiday movie catalog on Netflix. Beside you, the couch shifted, Freddie getting up from his place beside you. And you didn't think much of it. Maybe he had to use the washroom or wanted to refill the bowl with some of the caramel popcorn you had made for your movie night. 
Freddie didn’t return with a bowl. No, in his hands he had a large box. It wasn’t something that came in the mail, none of those big brown packing boxes. It was nicely wrapped in bright red paper with a bow so large it spilled off the top of the box and hung down the sides. 
“I was going to wait until morning, but,” he started, his words perking you up with interest. 
If you didn’t have to wait, you weren’t going to say no. 
Opening your arms, you let Freddie settle the box in your lap. The sheer size of it left your heart racing. It wasn’t all that heavy, which gave you no clear indication of what may be inside. You hadn’t asked for anything too grand, either. Which made you all the more eager to open it. 
Fingers lipped the bow from the box, the sticker holding the ribbon to the box leaving a colorless mark behind where the adhesive tore away the color. Then, you tore at the wrapping, leaving it in large rips at your sides, removing just enough to open the box and see what was inside. 
The first thing you saw was a bouquet of daisies. Which made you smile. They were fresh, or as fresh as you could get them in the winter. Freddie must have just put the finishing touches on your gift before giving it to you. 
“These are gorgeous,” you smiled up at him. The two of you loved daisies. They reminded him of home, and it had quickly become one of your favorites because of it. 
“There’s more,” Freddie insisted, and you handed off the flowers to keep digging for more. Beneath the daisies was white green and red tissue paper and among it a series of other gifts. Your hands went to a smaller box fist. Inside, two crystal swans from Swarovski. Your eyes went wide as they rose to meet Freddie’s. 
He smiled and nodded toward the box. There was more. 
Then, unwrapped, a large bottle of akvavit and two glasses. And finally, an envelope. But as you reached for it, Freddie reached in with his goalie-fast reflexes and took it into his hold. 
“Hey!” you shouted playfully. 
“You will get it. But first, we drink. It’s tradition,” he explained with a grin, his hand wrapping around the bottle while he tucked the envelope beneath his thick thigh. 
The bottle opened with a satisfying sound, and he filled each glass halfway. Together, you raised your glasses, and each took one large gulp of the liquor that burned as it traveled down your throat. It was only when your face contorted from the burn of the alcohol that Freddie offered you the envelope again. 
Placing your drink down on the coffee table, you reached out and pinched the envelope between your fingers carefully. Whatever it was, he was just as excited for you to open it as you were to receive it. The gifts you already opened were just the precursor. In this envelope was the grand finale of gifts. 
It’s a beautiful card, with a snowscape. Green pine trees, and snow a glitter that left traces behind on your skin. But it was what was in the card that mattered, and they fell right into your lap as you opened the card. 
Two plane tickets to Denmark. 
You stared at them, your eyes wide and your jaw slacked. You weren’t expecting that, and he could see it all over your face. A laugh rumbled through him, and you could feel it as his hands found your hips to draw you into his lap. “I want you to come home with me when the season is done. Meet my family.”
A heavy breath shook you, his gaze raising to meet his warm stare. You had been on the same page the entire time but had always been too worried to ask. But he was telling you now. The two of you were serious. He wanted you to meet his family, and he could meet yours. It left you beaming, your smile reaching your eyes as you gave him an eager nod. Of course, you would go, and you sealed the agreement with a warm, simple kiss with both of his hands, cradling each of your cheeks as he drew you in. And as he held you there, he pulled back ever so slightly and muttered out a soft, Merry Christmas. 
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eggs-can-draw · 9 months
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More despair disease au since @lavalave wanted more ✨
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are you happy reylo writers become famous? i didn't understand people hate reylo much by saying kylo is n*zi and ek johnston dislike along with ashley and kladuia on twitter
Oh I am ECSTATIC. It's cathartic and a sense of fair karma after years of being treated absolutely horribly and inhumanely by the hell fandom of the cursed space wizards franchise. Years of love and passion and creativity and reading and comprehension of myth and narratives and writing are paying off, while years of harassing us and telling us to k-word ourselves is paying jack shit. It's what we and y'all deserve. Fuck the Storm Worms fandom and long live the Reylos.
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lila-rose · 3 months
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PYOTR KOCHETKOV Coyotes vs. Hurricanes - 1.27.2024
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londonknights · 7 months
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brb crying real tears about this
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pyotrkochetkov · 1 year
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRADY SKJEI! (march 26, 1994)
It’s Norwegian. It’s been messed up my whole entire life. During roll call in school, the substitute teacher they’d say, ‘Brady’ and then would start the S, and then I’d just be like “Yeah, okay. Yeah, I’m here.”
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samanthasgone · 1 month
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Credit: penaltyboxpodcast
Embracing the festive spirit this St. Patrick’s Day with a fun twist! 🌈✨ Let the celebrations continue! #StPatricksDay #Hockey #NHL
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