becoming a hockey fan because of the game changers series is crazy. you’re tellng me because in 2018 i requested a random netgalley arc i am now screaming at my tv because of a sport and spending my money on cards and other merch?
i think something that happens every now and again is people become new fans of hockey and it takes some people anywhere from a few weeks to several months to realise Shane and Ilya are actually married and people aren’t just calling them husbands because they’re close friends
i think it’s funny to consider that in the game changers world there were hardcore hollanov shippers akin to larry shippers. but i think whats even funnier to think about is those shippers get literally every detail wrong
not to bring game changers into real life ice hockey again but how people are reacting to Marchand’s trade is how i imagine people reacted to Ilya’s too
(how im coping with Josh Norris’ trade could also be brought into comparison)
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that he hurt you, I’m sorry that you’re still afraid to talk about it, and I’m sorry that you think I’ll never understand. I’m sorry that he tricked you into thinking you deserved it.“
Jean looks dead into Andrew’s eyes and tells him that he won’t be fast enough to save Neil the next time someone takes a swing because of his smoking.
How cruel it must have felt to be on his knees just 3 WEEKS later - collarbone shattered watching while Neil was curled in on himself at the end of a racquet from another Raven and Andrew too slow to stop it ?!
Anyway the next time we see him with a cigarette he’s crushing it in his fist.
becoming a hockey fan because of the game changers books is sooo funny because scott’s team is meant to be the rangers and i love scott but i fucking hate the rangers
Yesterday was a difficult day for my family and children… Fierce winds swept through our fragile tent—the only shelter we had, offering us a semblance of security. But it could not withstand the wrath of nature. I sat watching my children huddle together, their little eyes filled with fear, and my heart ached because all I could offer them was patience and prayers.
I don’t know when we will receive a new tent or perhaps caravans that can provide us with a minimum level of dignity. We are not asking for much—just a roof to shield our children from the cold and rain, walls that give us a little privacy, and a glimmer of hope.
To everyone reading these words, we are here… trying to endure, trying to stay strong. But we need someone to hear our voices, someone to extend a helping hand, someone who believes that every human being deserves a dignified life.
