Someone asked me to go through each Award given at the NHL awards and explain how they’re given and what they’re for so instead of answering an ask I decided to make a separate post.
All these awards are based on the regular season only and votes are cast before the playoffs even begin.
Hart Memorial Trophy
This is the leading lady of the NHL Awards. The Hart Memorial Trophy is in essence the MVP award. It was first awarded in 1924 and is voted on by the Hockey Writers Association. Each member of this association votes for a first, second, and third place winner and they are all added up with first place votes weighing more then third and so on. This association votes on most of the awards. It officialy goes to the player most valuable to their team and does not necessarily go to the best player in the league, although most of the time it does.
Lady Byng Memorial Trophy
This trophy basically goes to the most gentlemanly player in the league. Imagine playing a sport know for being so rude you award players who are nice. It was donated to the lead by Lady Byng of Vimy in the 1920′s. Anze Kopitar is the current holder of the award, and like a lot of awards the winner is chosen by the Hockey Writers Association. A lot of the time it goes to a player with the highest playing ability matched with the lowest penalty box score. Usually theyre a top 6 forward on a team and some only go to the penalty box once or twice all season.
This is another big ticket, the Vezina trophy is the MVP but for goalies. Goalies can still win the Hart, Carey Price for instance one both in a single year. The trophy is named after a goaltender for the montreal canadiens who played for the club from 1910-1925. It was first awarded in 1927 and the current holder is Braden Holtby of the Washington Capitals. It’s generally used as a good measure to how good a goaltender is, which may sound weird to clarify but a lot of these awards don’t measure what they say they do according to critics. However, the Vezina is pretty straight forward.
Calder Memorial Trophy
the Calder is another headliner at the NHL Awards because it’s the MVP for rookies. It is named after Frank Calder who was the first ever president for the NHL. The Oldest ever player to win the calder was 31 years old, as he played in the KHL for most of the career before playing his rookie season in the NHL. After that they changed the rules so only rookie players under 26 as of September 15th of that year, could win the calder. This is also voted on by the Hockey Writers Association.
Art Ross Trophy
This one is different because this is not a trophy that is voted on it’s earned. The Art Ross Trophy goes to the player with the most points at the end of the season. It was donated to the league by Art Ross who was a GM and coach for the Boston Bruins until the mid 50′s.
James Norris Memorial Trophy
this is one that I personally don’t really like. The Norris trophy is supposed to be a sort of MVP for defensemen but it doesn’t really measure good defensemen it measures defensemen who score a lot. A lot of people would tell you that a defenders job is not to be a forward. It was named after James Norris who was the owner of the red wings from the 30′s to 1952. Bobby Orr won the award 8 straight seasons. The winner is chosen by the Hockey Writers Association.
Bill Masterton Trophy
This trophy is awarded to the player who shows the most perseverance and dedication to hockey. This trophy tends to start a lot of controversy because people like to think it’s the award that goes to the player who was closer to dying. They obviously do not see how terrible it is to award a player for almost dying. But that’s another conversation. It was named after Bill Masterton, a North Stars player who died after he sustained an injury in a hockey game. The trophy has been around since the 60′s. The winner is chosen by the Hockey Writers Association.
Ted Lindsay Award
This is a unique one, and it’s usually paired with the Hart trophy but not always. Basically it’s another MVP award except the big difference is that this award is voted on by the NHLPA, basically the players vote on the MVP. It was called the Lester B Pearson award but in 2010 they renamed it after Red Wings great Ted Lindsay.
Jack Adams Award
The Jack Adams is another award I don’t like much. It’s awarded to the best coach at the end of the regular season. But it usually ends up being the coach that over-preformed or a coach of a team that over-preformed. For me it’s usually the “wow we didn’t think your team would be this good” award. Usually the team that wins it baffles us so much that it could only be the coach. This though means coaches like Quenneville only won it once,a nd he was with the Blues at the time. Other coaches like Alain Vigneault have never won it after leading his team to the President’s trophy and now rehauling the New York Rangers. instead it goes to guys like John Tortorella, who was being paid not to coach the canucks for a bit. And Dan Bylsma who was fired from the team he won it with because of how poorly the team was preforming. My favorite was Patrick Roy, who won it in 2014 and 2 years later quit because he was doing nothing. Basically, in my opinion, it’s like another Vezina trophy except the goalie gets no credit. The only time it really semed to actually go to the best coach recently was this past winner was Barry Trotz.
Frank J Selke Trophy
I like to call this trophy the Bergy because he’s won it 3 times and has been nominated almost every other year he’s been eligible for it. This award, like most of them, is voted on by the Hockey Writers Association. It goes to the best two-way forward. Basically a high scoring player who is also defensively inclined. Players usually up for this award are like Bergeron, Toews, Kopitar, last year there was also Ryan Kesler ect. Basically the guys who aren’t high scorers but big names anyway on their team. It’s been awarded since about 1977
William M Jennings Trophy
This is another award that is based on stats and is therefore earned differently than the other ones. This trophy goes to the best goalie tandem, or the goalies of the team with the best goal for. As in if your team lets in the least amount of goals during a season both goalies will receive this award. It’s a little goofy in my opinion because goal differential is a team stat but i like the idea of multiple goalie awards.
King Clancy Memorial Trophy
This award is awarded to the player who exemplifies leadership on and off the ice and has made a humanitarian contribution to their community. This usually goes to players who have some sort of leadership place on their team whether with an A or a C but who also is known for charity and programs for their community. It’s one of the two Charity awards. It is voted on by the Hockey Writers Association.
NHL Foundation Player Award
This award is the other charity award. Basically this award goes to the player who applies the “values of hockey to enrich their community.” The winner of this award gets a 25,000 check donated to a charity of their choice from the NHL.
Maurice “Rocket” Richard Trophy
Soon their going to change this one to the Alex Ovechkin trophy, just kidding kind of not really. Anyway this one is another one based on stats. the Rocket Richard Trophy is awarded to the highest goal scorer that year. This is just based on goals and not on points total like the Art Ross is. Rocket Richard was the first ever NHL player to hit 50 goals in a single season and he’s an iconic Montreal Canadiens player. The Habs donated this award to the league in 1998 and it was first awarded in 1999 to Teemu Selanne. And I joked a little at the beginning but Ovechkin has a record 6 Rockey Richard trophies
Mark Messier Leadership Award
This is a unique award because the winner for this award is chosen by Mark Messier himself, who also awards it personally to the winner on stage. The winner of the Messier Leadership Award is usually a captain who best shows leadership skills on and off the ice for his team.
The NHL General Manager Award
This one is pretty self explanatory. IT is awarded to the best general manager of the year. It has been awarded since 2010 and has not been given to someone more than once. the winner is chosen by a panel of all the general manages, a few executives and a few media members.
I should be doing doing hwk but all I can think about is how cute it would be if Eggsy got greeted with forehead kisses each time Harry came home from the office. And cuter still if he had been baby sitting his lil siter~ :’V
Request:I would love one where the reader is in a
relationship with Harry but is younger than him, and when Eggsy first meets her
he takes a liking to her and after a lot of flirting asks her on a date, not
realizing that she is with Harry. Of course, Harry is none too impressed and
expresses his unhappiness as well as the fact that the reader is taken.
**OKAY GUYS DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN KINGSMAN 2: THE GOLDEN CIRCLE! The prompt includes direct spoilers to K2, so seriously… stop fkn reading if you haven’t seen it lol.
You’ve been warned!!! <3**
[OKAY. This was SO much fun and I hope I made it angsty enough for you lol. Thanks for the fun prompt, I hope your’re happy Anon!!
Prompt: “Hey! Can I request an Eggsy Unwin x reader? Where she’s his gf and instead of Merlin she steps on the mine but later on turns out she somehow survives? Like hella angsty but with a happy ending!♥️♥️♥️”
Pairing: Eggsy x Fem!Reader with Some Harry Hart up in there!
In all of Eggsy’s life there had never been a time where he felt truly broken… Beyond repair broken, with no pieces large enough to even attempt piecing him back together. Until one day a little over two months ago, when he lost everything.
When he lost you…
What was left of him— which to be clear wasn’t much, was shattered. Eggsy was empty. Lost… he felt like nothing. He felt nothing… and it only seemed to be getting worse.
The worst part of it all was that he knew you shouldn’t have joined them. He knew something bad was going to happen if you did… because this Poppy bitch meant business, and she’d already killed everyone else.
He knew you should have just stayed back with the Statesmen or even back home in London… you two had just got a new flat, and it wasn’t even blasted to shit somehow. You’d be safe there. But you weren’t safe… and now that home was just a reminder of you; of what he’d lost and what he couldn’t protect.
Eggsy felt haunted because all he ever wanted was to protect you. He wanted you to be far the fuck away from this mess… But you wouldn’t have any of that. and of course you wouldn’t.
‘Where you go, I go.’ You always told him… but that wasn’t true. Not anymore.
He let you win that argument, didn’t he? Because he didn’t like being separated form you anymore than you liked it… Because he loved you, and boy did he love you something fierce.
You were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, just like a piece of art. The kindest person he’d ever met with the sweetest smile and the biggest heart… You were perfect to him in every single way. Even the things you hated about yourself, he loved deeply and would never dream of changing.
All these fucking words to describe you used in the past tense rotted him from the inside out like a piece of fruit shoved and forgotten about. It molded and curdled him into a dark mass of absolute nihility.
But he would have to get used to using them eventually, wouldn’t he?
Because you were gone… because he didn’t fight you on this one, and you were somewhere you never should have been.
Because he was stupid enough to fall for your fucking trick, and because he stepped off that damn mine and because you took his place…
And now, you were dead.
You were gone. Ripped from this world and he was stuck having to live in it without you… Feeling the guilt of it all heavy like a truck plowing through his chest. Was this all just some kind of cruel joke?
Why else would the universe give you to him… give him everything he’d ever wanted— show him happiness, a future and then just steal it all away? Like it was easy or part of some fucking plan…
Every night since that day, he would be thinking about that.
Thinking about that and missing you until it hurt. Thinking of all the things he should have done differently… Praying to whatever God was out there that he could just have you back.
Begging the universe– anything… anyone that he could just fucking kiss you again.
That he could tell you how goddamn much he loved you.
But he would never have that chance again. He would never smell your skin again, he would never taste you again… he’d never get to run his hands through your hair, or hold your hand or feel you at all ever again.
Maybe if he could stop thinking about all of the things he’d never get to do, he would be able to live his life. But each day that passed only reminded him more and more that his life and will to have one; died back there when you did.
The only thing keeping him sane were his responsibilities. Eggsy had his mum and Daisy to worry about, The Kingsmen— what was left of them anyway, and he had Harry back for fucks sake… But still with all the things he had, he couldn’t stop thinking about what he lost. You.
Without Harry though, he honestly couldn’t say where he’d be right now. Probably having drunk himself to death or gotten himself killed by Dean or some other shit looking to cause damage. Hell, part of him even wanted to get the piss kicked out of him… that was the only way he felt anything.
Most days Eggsy’s insides were twisted, and he hardly ever smiled anymore. But he did what he had to… Going through the motions as best as he could, missing his fire and wanting it back. Listening to everyone telling him how one day it would just be alright and how each day would be easier than the last. And even he knew that eventually it had to be true. Didn’t it? Why else would people keep saying it if it weren’t what happened…
And as much as he wanted to believe it, it only seemed to get harder— worse. He couldn’t stop feeling like this. He couldn’t stop fucking missing you and now, he wondered if he ever would.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Eggsy yelled and every layer in his voice screamed in agony as he kicked an end table, blasting it to slivers around your bedroom.
As he looked around the space, he saw you in everything.
Your clothing, your makeup, and books… Your dog curled up on your pillow, missing you nearly as much as he did. Everywhere he looked there you were, but instead of comfort it only offered him despair. Reminded him how terribly he’d failed and that now there was just a hole where you’d been. A deep dark hole that was void of all light, that just sucked every ounce of a person he used to be relentlessly.
“I’m sorry…” Eggsy whispered to the dog as he jumped, and partially to you— even though he knew you’d never hear it.
In that moment he was about to lose it again. He felt the blinding excruciating pain pressing into him like daggers and he almost couldn’t breathe. His insides burned so hot that he couldn’t fucking stand it and it felt like his heart was on fire. He couldn’t fucking—
“Eggsy,” Harry started lightly from behind him, pulling Eggsy from his thoughts of remorse and guilt abruptly knowing very well where this was going.
How long he’d been standing there, Eggsy wasn’t sure… but clearly it had been long enough by his tone, and it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d walked in on a moment like this; so there really was no use in deflecting, was there?
“What?” Eggsy asked back quietly, breathing heavily with his back still turned away as he stare at your Golden Retriever, Prince. Harry didn’t speak he just sighed deeply, and Eggsy definitely felt the shift in air on his slow exhale.
Finally he turned towards his old friend with brows in a straight painful glare. His eyes were dark and his skin was pale and inert… Eggsy hadn’t been taking care of himself in the slightest, and even though it’d only been a couple months; he looked like he aged years. Harry had noticed all this of course but how could he help someone that didn’t want it?
“Listen, Eggsy… I’ve go—“ He took a step forward, holding a sympathetic look behind in his eye.
Harry may not have known you very long, but it was long enough to tell how special you were to Eggsy. That and it would take a fool not to see how much you meant to each other. The way he looked at you alone was more powerful than any sign of devotion Harry’d ever seen. And nothing hurt Harry more than seeing the way your death had effected him, and he had been determined to do everything he could to help…
“Jus stop it, yeah? Don’t need this shit from you too, Harry…” Eggsy shook his head briefly in defeat, still holding his brows roughly; trying to hide the pain that crept up and through him as it poisoned his mind further.
“I’m… sorry. I know this is all very difficult for you, but if you’d listen to m—” Harry started, looking intently to Eggsy… If only he’d just listen.
“No, you stop… Do you think she wants this of you? To see you like this?” Harry was trying to remain neutral in his voice, but he couldn’t stop the undertones that came forward as he point about the disheveled room. When Eggsy didn’t say anything, he continued this time a little softer, but with just as much feeling. “I don’t think so. Actually, I know for a fact she doesn’t.”
“You don’t know shit, Harry. She’s fuckin’ gone, ain’t she? She don’t want nothin’ anymore…” The ache of his words began spreading further as he pulled his face painfully. Eggsy didn’t like talking about you that way… but he had to. He had to accept the fact that you were gone, and that you weren’t coming back.
Those words rooted themselves to his bones as he pulled his mouth into a tight frown before continuing; interrupting Harry again as if he hadn’t even heard him starting.
“I can’t do it, Harry…” He said lightly, any once of poise he had left was collapsing around him, and after a moment he could see your smile again… “Jus can’t.” and now he was seeing your eyes sparking, happy and dancing between his own like wildfire.
“It feels like,” Eggsy paused again, his brows lightening as if he was searching deep inside his stomach for the answer. His eyes fell in defeat as he felt your skin against his again… “like everythin’ is just… gone. Like I’m nothin’ now.”
Harry didn’t know what to say at first, but after a moment he took in a deep breath and stepped closer to him. He placed a hand to Eggsy’s shoulder, squeezing it affectionately pulling his attention forward.
“You will never be nothing, Eggsy… You feel like this because you love her. I may not have know her very well, but I can tell you: she loves you too. And I can also say she won’t want to see you like this.”
“What the fuck’s wrong with ya? Why you keep bangin’ on like she’s here… like I’m ever gonna see her again- like she’s alright.” When he started, he was almost angry but mostly he was really fucking confused.
You’d been gone for two months and 17 days. And he may have kept it together for the most part around everyone else, but right now… he was going to lose it. All of his emotions were passing tightly to the cap of his control and as he continued his composure was crumbling just like the rest of him.
Eggsy stepped closer, with a fever in his eyes. “What the fuck you on about, hm?”
He was ready to go off on Harry truthfully; even though he knew none of it was Harry’s fault, but when you’re grieving nothing really makes sense, does it? Just as he opened his mouth again, he heard the front door open…
“If you’d just have listened to me…” Harry said softly, and Eggsy had no idea what to make of it.
When he looked from Harry to Prince, the dog shot his head and ears up in a most familiar way as he sniffed the air several times, then stood on the bed…
Eggsy’s own face switched to something in between bemusement and terror as he watched Prince jump from the bed and run from the room excitedly. Each quiet clicker of his nails pattering down the stairs filled him with more anxiety than the last and when he looked to Harry, he was already smiling softly.
In that moment Eggsy felt like gravity and time had lost all form and meaning…
“Who’s that?” He asked with his chest heavily rising and falling as a muffled voice carried from the bottom of the stairs as if on waves.
“You know who it is.” Was all Harry said, and in a flash Eggsy pushed passed him; running down the hall and the flight of stairs quicker than light.
When he was a few steps from the bottom his eyes were wide, and his breath was rushed leaving his lungs in short hurried puffs.
And there you were…
Clear as a summer day, there you were.
You pushed yourself slowly from the ground, losing your balance a bit as Merlin steadied you from the doorway. Having mechanical legs wasn’t exactly something you got used to over night…
When Eggsy looked at you, his gaze was transfixed as if he was seeing a ghost. Under the circumstances he really had been, hadn’t he? You were dead… weren’t you?
“Hi, Eggy…” You offered, locking eyes with his; your voice soft, quiet and lined only slightly with apprehension.
Your own eyes filling full of tears you didn’t even try hiding. You were so fucking scared you were almost shaking, and all you wanted was to feel him again… to touch him. But what if he didn’t want you? What if he didn’t trust you anymore…
Eggsy stepped slowly from the stairs with his lips slightly parted; still sporting that look of awe behind his azure eyes. “I… wh…” He tried a few times, but nothing came out.
But in a flash he shoved passed whatever skepticism he had been feeling and grabbed you. Hugging you tighter than he’d held anything, squeezing like you were water slipping between his fingertips. He grabbed your face between his hands and decorated every inch of your neck and face with tender yet panicked filled kisses.
He half expected you would disappear before his eyes, or that he was just hallucinating you… But he could feel you.
You were real and you were kissing him back; and at this point you both were crying happy tears so powerful you felt it in every molecule.
“You really here, luv?” Eggsy asked under his breath as he held his forehead to yours, breathing in that sweet smell of your skin, scanning those beautiful eyes he loved so damn much.
“Are you?” You asked sweetly with a smile, letting each salted tear slide its way down your cheek.
God, was he glad to see you. So glad he didn’t even care to listen to the part screaming that he’d just made you up. He didn’t even care if part of him said he’d finally just gone mental… that this was it. That he’d completely fucking lost it.
Even if he had made it all up, it really didn’t fucking matter: because you were there with him.
There was even a part inside that resigned to his fate, knowing it would never be possible for you to be alive, well and with him… But when he looked up the stairs to Harry, he knew.
You were alive– somehow. And this time? He was not going to let go. Not ever.
“Where you go, I go.” Eggsy whispered in your ear before kissing you fervidly, finally feeling whole again.
Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader // Kingsman Team x The Avengers Team
Harry Hart, Merlin, Eggsy Unwin // Steve Rogers, Natalia Romanov,
Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Wanda
Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Vison, Bruce Banner.
When someone makes a move to attack the Queen, threatening their
country. The Kingsman find themselves heading for new land, in search of
help from an unlikely group they have only heard tales of. When Eggsy
meets a young woman, he can’t help but want to get to know her. But will her life with The Avengers keep them apart? Being
apart of The Avengers was your life, trying to keep work and personal
separate was never easy when you lived with your teammates. when you
meet a cute Brit, with green eyes to die for, how hard is it going to be
to keep your work and personal separate? Will your life as an Avenger
push him away or can he handle what’s thrown at him?
Summary: “Can you do an story where Harry falls for an female kingsman agent?! (Lady Guinevere) Someone much younger then he is so he kinda struggles with his feeling. Till one day he kinda lets it slip cuz he just can’t hide it anymore. Maybe there’s a kiss involved?!” Pairing: Harry Hart x Reader. Fandom: Kingsman. Warnings: Violence, Gun TW, Death. Word Count: 1818
Author: missbecky Artist: harryfuckinhart Pairing(s)/Characters: Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin. Harry Hart, Eggsy Unwin, Merlin, Chester King Rating: Gen Word Count: 29,624 Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Summary: When a mission goes tits up, Harry is forced to hand over sensitive data to a random civilian in order to keep it from falling into the wrong hands. Unfortunately he also happens to be very attracted to the young man in question. And then he learns the man’s identity – and suddenly Harry’s life will never be the same again. Art Link: harryfuckinhart’s Tumblr page Fic Link: Galahad and Mr. Unwin
1. The masterlist fic rec is getting an overhaul (the links don’t work right now) and some new categories so if there’s anything you think should be on the list - in any pairing, I’m mainly a hartwin blog but I am a happy lil shipper and I just like good fic regardless of the pairing - then please message me with a link and specify if its tumblr hosted, AO3, LJ, FF.net ect because I’m introducing category by host platform as well. I know some people don’t like the format of certain sites and it can be frustrating finding a fic you like only to discover the site isn’t accessible to you, in that it doesn’t allow for background changes or font size changes to make it easier to read, or that you just don’t like the UI.
2. The first fic I’m finishing is A Paranormal Awakeningbecause I’m on a spook binge right now since the new series of Ghost Adventures started (don’t judge) but the other fics I have started and are in the queue to be finished are:
The Ghost and Mr Unwin - a retelling of the fabulous 1947 Ghost and Mrs. Muir starring Rex Harrison and Gene Tierney. I might do this next
Five Nights at Harry’s - in which only the title is inspired by Five Nights at Freddie’s and it’s actually just pure hotel au fluff. Harry owns ‘The Big House’ in the village and runs a hotel out of it because he’s got more money than sense, much to the chagrin of his accountant, Merlin.
We’ve also got a buddycop au, a camping au, a paleontology au, a wildlife photographer au……basically a lot of untitled Hartwin au’s.
So if you’ve got any preferences for any of the above then let me know, and don’t forget to link me any fic recs you’d like to see in the masterlist!
I love soulmates au as much as the next rational human being, but consider this: Harry and Eggsy as soulmates without it having to be au
Harry who shows off for Eggsy by taking on an entire group of burly gangsters within just hours of meeting him
Harry who is all dry wit and has a straight face when he tells Eggsy, “don’t be ridiculous, it’s a hand grenade”, fully aware of how Eggsy’s face will light up with excitement
Eggsy who loves Harry so much for being the only one who believes in him that he’s willing to avenge Harry’s death
Eggsy who then becomes the only one who believes in Harry after he regains his memories
Harry and Eggsy who have shitty little inside jokes about how to make a proper martini
Harry and Eggsy who return home with their tiny dogs and dote on them like crazy, giving them belly rubs and cuddles and spoiling them rotten with treats and dog toys that slowly overtake the mews
Harry and Eggsy with their ridiculous propensity for showing off and creating not-so-secret hiding places for their fancy gadgets and accessories, running up and down the house while getting ready to leave for work in the morning because–Harry do you remember where my shoes are? They’re not in the wall in the study–How many times have I told you to return the shoes to their proper place after removing them, Eggsy?–Just tell me where the shoes are, Harry, we’re already late! and the Galahads get to work like an hour late
Harry and Eggsy who continue to share a codename and go on all their missions together, fighting side by side in perfect synchrony with complete trust and unwavering loyalty. Harry’s strokes are more calculated, graceful and efficient, while Eggsy’s fighting style is flashier and he likes to throw in acrobatic flips and spins in just for the fun of it but at the end of the day, they’re the perfect pair
Pairing: Harry Hart/Reader Words: 3100+ Warning(s): Fighting, blood mention, slight self-conciousness A/N:I am glad I remembered the plans for this one-shot, I started it sooo long ago. I hope you enjoy~