Hey guys, my name is Wren and I'm sort of a writer and decided to put it to good use to write some imagines of some hockey players :]
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I lowkey been thinking of writing for John Logan instead of Garrett, this man has captivated my whole being I can't even lie.
should I do it?
yes
no
Remaining time: 21 hours 33 minutes
If I did swap them, then Garrett's prompt for my summer fic-fest will be handed to Logan. And the fic I have posted for Garrett will be moved to players I no longer write for(I'm not one of those people that straight up delete fics dw).
I won't be writing for both of them so unfortunately you gotta pick one over the other
throughout the late 2000s and early 2010s, our generation was inundated with aave. it eclipsed lolcat as the "funny way to talk." ain't nobody got time fo dat turns into dat boi o shit waddup. this is blatantly not an "aracial" or "gen z" way to talk. it IS black english. not to mention the amount of black reaction images!!
WHY, specifically, is it black peoples' facial expressions that are seen as just so comical or exaggerated? analyze the history of this nation's comedy and tell me why you might be predisposed to thinking of black peoples' faces as just, "more emotive" or exaggeratedly funny than a white or nonblack person's
and throughout those years, 00s-10s, many black bloggers -- victims of the mass staff-led purge (under the cover of them being 'russian' while reichblr still exists) -- they DID tell us it was a problem, DID try to educate people who freak out at the insinuation of 'being racist,' DID argue, DID point out the duplicity and the appropriation and the gross equivalence of african american slang with unintelligence, goofiness, etc. and they were ignored, abused, cancelled, chased off, until being eventually mass deleted by our racist transmisogynistic staff.
we didn't do enough, and the generation after us gen z "kids" didn't stop the trend. using the '-ahh' suffix. rizz. no cap. ate. delulu. it's giving. it's serving. crash out. lock in. aura. tea. main character. bruh. slay. real. keep it 100.
all of the following images are or were popular reaction images! what do they all have in common?
it feels like the effort to categorize slang as AAVE and not 'gen z' or 'gen alpha' slang has really petered out. it feels like we stopped talking about digital blackface in an era where the administration is posting ai-generated videos of black women who speak and act like exaggerated stereotypes and it frustrates me because we all have a responsibility to understand our generation's role in normalizing this type of racist shit for kids today. this needs to be addressed!
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Summary: Jason keeps the receipt from your first date and you find out on a quiet, soft evening.
Disclosure: jason is a cutie, fluffy, jason is described to be taller than reader, could be read as gn!reader, no mentions of skin color and/or description of size/figure, they call each other baby, reader calls him jaylove, jason is a little self conscious of his actions
a/n: i havenβt written in so long but this flowed so easily, although iβm not that happy with my writing. let me know if you have some suggestion on what i could change. english is not my first language and this is not proofread. please donβt be afraid to like, reblog and/or comment!! π«Ά
βI love this scene.β you murmur quietly, watching as a movie plays on the tv while youβre laying on the couch in your and Jasonβs shared apartment.
Jason is sat next to you, one arm carefully laid across your shoulders as he twirls a piece of your hair between his fingers.
He hums softly in agreement to your previous statement, continuing to get lost in the scene that is playing.
Both of you are ripped out of your cozy atmosphere by the ringing of your doorbell.
βIβll get it.β you exclaim energetically, wiggling out from under his arm as you get up. Him and you both know that it must be the food you ordered almost an hour ago. Burgers. Jasonβs choice, of course.
As you make your way to the door, you can feel Jasonβs gaze following your steps. You know that heβs always as careful as he can be, especially when it comes to you. You never know what kind of people may be showing up at your doorstep, even if itβs just to deliver food.
βJaylove? Do you have cash for a tip?β you question, turning to face where heβs now sitting facing the door, his shoulders squared broad and his legs spread. You know he would look menacing to whoever would stand at the door and see him behind you, glaring.
βMy walletβs in my jacket pocket.β he answers, his voice soft in comparison to the way he holds his body.
You huff quietly, rolling your eyes at his antics while your turn to where his jacket is hung up next to the door, reaching into his pocket. Even if you think heβs being dramatic, you love him for it. Thatβs why you canβt help the smile creeping across your face as you turn back around, now with his wallet clutched in your hand.
Before you can make a teasing remark, the whole interaction is cut off with a knock at the door, and you quickly open it to find your delivery driver holding out the bag of food to you.
You exchange a quick greeting as you take the bag and press a five dollar bill in his hand, and he thank you quietly before heβs already on his way again.
With the bag of food in one hand, and Jasonβs wallet in the other, you gently nudge the door closed with your hip, turning to make your way into the kitchen, when a small piece of paper catches your eyes.
Maneuvering his wallet into the same hand holding the bag, you quickly bend down and pick it up.
Now that you can see it up close, you recognize that itβs a receipt. Specificity, the receipt of the first time the two of you went out together.
You still remember how nervous you were, finally crossing the line from friends to something more.
You still remember how nervous Jason was, trying not to let it show but failing miserably as he stumbled over his words and almost knocked over his drink.
You still remember insisting that you could split the bill, but he insisted on paying for you the both of you.
And you still remember how the two of you doodled together on the back of the receipt while waiting for the waiter to come back.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Jason is now getting plates out of the both of you. When he notices you not moving, he looks up, softly calling out to you. βBaby? You coming?β
Youβre snapped out of your memories by his voice, and you look up to find him watching you already. Then his eyes drift down to what youβre holding.
He raises a brow. βWhatβd you got there?β
Eyes crinkling, a cheesy smile lights up your face as your mouth forms a subtle pout.
Moving towards him, you set the bag and his wallet down on the counter across from him.
βYou kept the receipt from our first date?β you question softly, even though you know the answer already. In a split second, you see his face going from confusion, to embarrassment, finally ending up in a sheepish expression.
βThatβs so fucking cute, Jason.β you tell him straight up, already knowing heβs searching for the right way to explain himself. But you donβt need him to.
His eyes widen slightly in surprise. βIt is? I thought youβd think it would beβ¦ weird.β He confesses.
βWhat?β you exclaim. βNo way! Why would that be weird?β
He just shrugs, shyly avoiding your gaze. You round the counter, now taking his face inbetween the palms of your hands, tilting his head so heβs forced to meet your eyes.
Your smile brightens when you notice the flush on his cheeks. God, he looks so cute you just want to squeeze him.
βThatβs really sweet of you, baby. I mean it.β you express.
Jason mirrors your smile, if somewhat smaller. βIβm glad.β he admits. βIβve kept it in my wallet since that night. Right next to the picture of you.β
He swallows before he continues. βSometimes I take it out and just look at it, and Iβm reminded of our first date. That was arguably the best day of my life back then, and it always reminds me what Iβm coming home to.β he shrugs sheepishly, like he didnβt just made your eyes well up only with words.
You could melt right there and then at his confession. Instead, you move your hands away from his face and place them around his waist, pressing yourself against him in a hug. You squeeze your eyes shut as you nuzzle your face into his chest.
Jason is a little taken aback, but when he realized what youβre doing, he sees no other option but to wrap his arms around you, too.
The two of you stay like this for a while, before Jason hears a small sniff coming from you. He pulls his head back, trying to catch a glimpse of your face. βAre you crying?β
The only response he gets is silence, thatβs then interrupted by another small sniff and a quiet βNo.β from you.
He chuckles, shaking his head as he presses a long kiss on top of your head. βCome on, letβs eat.β
You pull back, quickly wiping under your eyes. Then you place on hand in the side of his face as you lean up, placing a quick peck on the opposite cheek. βI love you, Jason.β you smile, before turning to finally unbox the food from the bag.
Jason feels the blood rushing to his cheeks again as he mumbles a quiet. βLove you too.β
Omg I just realized happy pride to the lovely captain of the Baltimore Crabs, Aaron Reid! I love my homesick loner of captain <3
I just imagine that Aaron is a bit hesitant to wear the tape and the jersey but he eventually puts it on to support the community and when Heated Rivalry came out, he sorta felt a sense of belonging and saw that if these hockey players can be part of the community and love one another then maybe he could as well.
This actually got me thinking about pride jerseys, the players proudly wear the rainbow tape on their stick(some are allies, some are part of the community, we'll never know). Below are the pride jersey and logo, not much has changed except for now a rainbow lies behind our lovely crab, let me know what you think!
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Okay wait I'm scrolling on reels(as one does) and I saw a video about the finals. I'm not sure what game it was but apparently Svechnikov said to H*rt's face "No means no."??
Idk why but that genuinely shocked me considered how hockey players would cover stuff like that up
Okay, riddle me this how diverse is the off campus show? Cause dare I say it's lacking... and before anyone says anything about the books, I know they're all white over there and I do not care. I could care less about appearance as long as the characters personality is executed perfectly is all that matters to me.
Anywho... what fancasts do you guys have for Sabrina? All ideas are welcome, and we all know hockey players have only type(the show is currently nailing that one). In my opinion, Shabana Azeez is one I like but that's simply because her and Jalen worked together on the pitt and even joked about her being on the show.
Also probably from the way that I'm writing this post I feel like yall can tell that I'm not white and that's actually so funny- anyways leave your fancasts below!
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