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hey, I'm Al 👋🏼 a few things you'll see around here:
-> fictional hockey:
Check, Please! - fic recs
Heated Rivalry - fic recs
-> irl hockey:
Detroit Red Wings - wings lb
nhl tier ranking
hockey rpf fic recs
I have a soft spot for my close personal friends sidney crosby and connor mcdavid. don't ask how that happened, I'm a slave to The Narrative and tumblr mutuals...
carolina “sniffing around on Edvinsson”… sniffing around?? sniffing. around. YOU TAKE YOUR UGLY NOSES RIGHT BACK WHERE THEY CAME FROM AND GET A W A Y FROM HIM???
the cool thing about sports is that none of it is real except the blinding rage you experience while watching them
Let America Be America Again
by Langston Hughes
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed– Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There’s never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars. I am the red man driven from the land, I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek– And finding only the same old stupid plan Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope, Tangled in that ancient endless chain Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land! Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need! Of work the men! Of take the pay! Of owning everything for one’s own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil. I am the worker sold to the machine. I am the Negro, servant to you all. I am the people, humble, hungry, mean– Hungry yet today despite the dream. Beaten yet today–O, Pioneers! I am the man who never got ahead, The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream In the Old World while still a serf of kings, Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true, That even yet its mighty daring sings In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned That’s made America the land it has become. O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas In search of what I meant to be my home– For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore, And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea, And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came To build a “homeland of the free.”
The free?
Who said the free? Not me? Surely not me? The millions on relief today? The millions shot down when we strike? The millions who have nothing for our pay? For all the dreams we’ve dreamed And all the songs we’ve sung And all the hopes we’ve held And all the flags we’ve hung, The millions who have nothing for our pay– Except the dream that’s almost dead today.
O, let America be America again– The land that never has been yet– And yet must be–the land where every man is free. The land that’s mine–the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME– Who made America, Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose– The steel of freedom does not stain. From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives, We must take back our land again, America!
O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath– America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain– All, all the stretch of these great green states– And make America again!
even though my birthday's in july, july 4th is probably my least favorite holiday
i don’t think i can keep pretending i don’t like you anymore
"Oh, and... I started seeing someone."
(July 4th, 2015)
“What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July? I answer; one day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sound of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciation of tyrants brass fronted impudence; your shout of liberty and equality, hallow mockery; your prayers and hyms [sic], your sermons and thanks-givings, with all your religious parade and solemnity, are to him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy – a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices more shocking and bloody than are the people of the United States, at this very hour.”
— Frederick Douglass (1818-1895), from a speech given at Rochester, New York, July 5, 1852.
"The America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries."
-Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country
so true
here’s the full tweet version
You know when you stick sparklers in your hat while trying to impress your boyfriend and accidentally set your hair on fire? (Happy Kent Parson Day!)
btw happy forever parson day
#“people who celebrate fictional birthdays etc etc” [BUZZER] WRONG#HAPPY BIRTHDAY KENT PARSON
the only valid reason to celebrate today
you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.
nhl offseason in a nutshell so far
bottom ten team: we have just paid a player that no one has ever heard of TWENTY MILLION DOLLARS
jason robertson: no i dont want to be paid 15 million dollars by YOU. who want me tho? no fr who want me?
ducks: we HATE our group
canes: we LOVE our group
half the league: captains? anyone want to be the new captain? no?
kings: i am going to pay a random 40-year-old 8 million dollars a year. yes this is getting us a cup
kraken: well fuck me i guess. worth a shot
connor bedard: i am going to KILL MYSELF
mike grier: well they dont call me big money mike for no reason. you get 8 mil and you get 8 mil and everyone gets 8 mil except for the guys who were alr on the team!
panthers + also gleb for some reason: i am going to KILL EVERYONE ELSE
habs: oui oui puppies! and kittens! and rainbows! and every one of them gets a choco chunk cookie (reasonable contract and term).
danny briere to his ex situationship: "hey... time to run it back... no fr tho... u still want me?" *crickets* "ok watch me money spread. you want me now?"
everyones goalies for some reason: "bye"
elliotte FUCKING friedman: your favorite fourth liner just got sent to HELL for future considerations
dylan larkin: hey so about that trade
What would you rather find living in your attic/basement/spare room?
1000 cockroaches
One man
If you don't have one of those, imagine that you do.
omg. Just finished penciling the first chapter of Check, Please! Year 5 🥹
