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Ransom Week Day One - Celebration

You knew this was coming.

You’d been preparing for this since you stepped foot on the campus that was designated to help you catch up to the dreams you had been chasing. You knew when you did this for the first time four years ago that you would have to do it again, do it twice. You knew when his fist touched yours that you would have to watch him do this too.

And yet, nothing prepared you.

Not the hours spent in the library clutching your knees to your chest under tables, nor the quiet minutes gliding around the ice just to feel the cold air on your skin. Even the hours spent with him winding down with beers and Mario Kart, the cuddling in bed watching his skin turn pink everywhere you touched weren’t enough.

Not even momma telling you at dinner after the first time you did it: “You’re going to do this again baby, and I’m going to be just as proud of you then as I am now.”

As you look into the crowd at your momma clinging to your dad’s arm watching you walk, at your dad’s bright proud grin, at your sisters’ incessant screaming before they’ve even called your name, you wonder if you’re ready. People have done this time and time again, hell, you watched two of them the year before and you’re still watching them, as they barrel head first into success. That doesn’t quite satisfy the monster in your stomach clawing its way up to sit heavily in your chest.

But still, you walk.

You’re seated now and he’s coming up on stage, larger than everyone who shakes his hand, larger than life itself. You’re on your feet clapping before they even finish his name, Adam Birkholtz, and he slides a wink your way, knowing it will make you blush. God, you love him. Larissa is next, a dwarf in equal measure to Adam’s giant, and you scream for her too, make a vow for her sake to never mention the tears in her eyes. Finally, finally, you’re up next, sound muffled as they call your name: “Justin Oluransi, our valedictorian, graduating Summa Cum Laude with a Bachelor’s in Biology!” The crowd is booming and you’re overwhelmed by the sheer volume of people congratulating you, celebrating you. You’re not sure where you’re going next, but you know, with all the people who have your back, now and forever…

You’re ready.

The 34-year-old Rinne has been housing the 21-year-old Saros, who was recalled by the Predators from Milwaukee just over a week ago and doesn’t have a permanent place to live in Nashville. 
“Pekka has taken great care of me,” Saros said. “He didn’t have to do that, but it just shows what a great guy he is.”
Adds Rinne: “He’s a great kid. We’ve become really good friends off the ice, and we spend a lot of time together. It’s fun to have him around.”
So just what do a couple of Finnish goalie roommates do with their free time?
Rinne is an avid outdoorsman, one who regularly makes offseason fishing trips to the far northern reaches of Scandinavia. So he’s been working on getting Saros closer to Nashville nature, taking him on hiking trips to Radnor Lake and Percy Warner Park.
“I’m not sure he’s a big outdoors guy quite yet,” Rinne said with a smile. “Even when we go to the parks here, he’s walking around in his jeans and his Converse.”
The two do have at least a couple of things in common off the ice.
One is watching Finnish television, which, thanks to today’s technology, the two can stream through Apple TV.
The other is Rinne’s cooking, as the veteran netminder is apparently as comfortable in the heat of the kitchen as he is on the cool of the ice. Rinne’s specialties are lamb chops - served with a side of couscous (and plenty of spices) - and Thai food, featuring beef tenderloin, a red curry sauce and rice.
“That’s one of Juuse’s favorites,” Rinne said.
Added Saros: “Pretty much anything he does is good. He has a lot of skills in the kitchen. I think he should write a cooking book.”

hey guys im here with some important information

using jonah ray’s head as scale (assuming his head is around 9.4 inches), i have concluded that crow is around 4′3″ including the thing/hockey helmet/netting on his head. also using jonah’s head as scale, i’ve figured out that tom is around 1′9″, so he was exaggerating when he said in-show that he was two feet tall.

this is all concept art so it’s probably not the best but i would just like to establish that crow is short

So I’ve been wanting to make a rec list for a while now to celebrate my favorite authors and fics. I had all of these plans to make it super organized by word count and rating and genre, but then I said fuck it and just divided everything between non-au’s and au’s because I’m lazy. In this context a non-au is anything where they are both hockey players playing for the Hawks and the world is the same as we know it to be (for the most part). 

I’ll being updating this whenever I find something new I love. Let me know if there are any broken links. Please consider leaving feedback if you enjoyed a fic. Authors really appreciate it. Also feel free to rec me your faves!

Updated: 2/1/16


“We should have sober sex,” Patrick says, rolling his neck until it pops loudly. He really should be thinking about getting up off of the floor.

“Why would we do that?” Jonny asks, twisting to look down at Patrick like he just suggested that they throw puppies into traffic.

In which Patrick’s daughter and Jonny’s son are discovered making out under Seabs’ dock at a 2010 Cup team reunion, and become a catalyst for other discoveries.

So then Pat stops and thinks about it. Because they’ve talked about how their kids are going to play hockey together and how Jonny can take them golfing and how Pat is never allowed to name a kid after Kanye, no matter how awesome he is. But he’s never actually said that the kids they’re talking about are going to be his and Jonny’s together. He always thought that part was obvious. 

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