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As a female NHL fan, I am outraged with what happened in the recent NHL draft. Both Montreal and the NHL need to do better. After hearing about the Logan Mailloux situation, I was already upset as a woman and a hockey fan I thought that more would have been done. Once hearing he had decided to opt out of the draft, I thought that the NHL would actually do something and remove him from the draft board. When his name was called in the first round by Montreal, I felt sick to my stomach. This shows that there are no repercussions for him, even though there should be. He ruined a young woman's reputation for 'street cred' with the team. This is a serious offence yet it was almost shoved under the rug. NHL, Montreal, do better.

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straw.

Pairing: Adam Banks x Reader

Word Count: 1,945 words

Warnings: Mild swearing, classism

Request: can we get some more adam banks x reader? maybe some angst with adam being on varsity and reader being on jv

“[Y/n].” Banksy runs after you, voice desperate. “Come on.”

“Go away.”

Despite your poor mood, he persists, and you hear the squeak of his shoes against the ground as he catches up. He puts his hand on your shoulder and says your name again. Had it been any other week, you would have been on cloud nine – but right now, it’s nothing but unwelcome.

You shrug him off. “Don’t touch me,” you snap.

You’re not even looking at him, but you know that Banksy’s face falls at your words, softened eyes, downcast gaze and all. An uneasy, unpleasant feeling curls in your chest at the thought. You try to ignore it. The feeling stays right where it is as you open your locker with a little more force than necessary.

No, no, no. He should be the one feeling guilty, you think sourly as Banksy – no, Banks – lingers nearby. When will he think for himself instead of just following whatever crap the nearest cake-eater has to say? He knew you and the other Ducks couldn’t afford the stupid bill. He knew.

And yet, you had still defended him. You had told Charlie that Banks must’ve not known about the prank, that he would show up sooner or later to help after realizing what Varsity had done. (He didn’t.) You had tried to keep him and Charlie from killing each other on the ice that morning.

And now Charlie’s gone, and Fulton’s gone, and the Ducks are dead, and you’re just tired.

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Deja Vu

Part 1

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Kind of angst for now, backstory, arguments, and extremely slow burn. Also future poly

He’s insufferable

He’s arrogant. He’s rude. He’s annoying.

He is insufferable.

And I have to deal with him.

Of all the people Mrs. Moore could have partnered me with, she just had to choose him. It’s not like we even put a show on in public, and it’s sad but, everybody knows about the feud between us that started four years ago. 

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no i am not watching the mighty ducks for the 4th time ....i don’t have a problem

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The Mighty Ducks (1992) / The Mighty Ducks: Game Changers (2021)

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i need people’s thoughts and opinions on the first episode of the Mighty Ducks: Game Changers! like i vibed with it but i just felt like something was missing.

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I LOVE THE PODCAST KID!!! i don’t wanna spoil anything but i thought e first episode was good. i was a little confused as to why bombay was back to hating kids but idk. hopefully we get some more info filled in later :)))

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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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so you’re telling me out of all the original cast, charlie conway isn’t coming back? like hello?

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can anyone send me good quality D3 pics? i’m trying to make a photo wall of the mighty ducks 🥺

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yes you mf posted it :)

Bliss

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Adam steals you during a long study session to go play some hockey like the good old days.

The scent of parchment paper filled the Great Hall, along with that of fresh ink. You could see it shine on the paper if you were seated directly in front of a tall window. The most light comes through during sunrise and sunset, but at the time I’m studying, I wasn’t there during those hours. 

It was almost noon on a Saturday, but here I am, studying. These tables were a place I usually enjoyed, mostly because of the large quantities of food, but it soon had become the place that gave me migraines and a strong urge to doze off every now and then. 

Ever since I started my sixth year, the advanced potions class had turned into a monstrosity that I wasn’t sure I could handle. At first, it started with a few trips to the hall every month. Then it turned into weeks…and now I’m studying during most of my free time. 

I can’t understand why I’m struggling with this class in particular. In all of my other classes, I’m performing above average. Apparently, I just can’t get the hang of “the art that is potion-making.” God, if I hear one more uninspiring word from Snape I might jump from the Ravenclaw tower.

At this point I had been studying for at least four hours now, and I hadn’t even eaten anything that would resemble breakfast. Unless two stale crackers count. The best part about the whole situation is that I had only managed to memorize the ingredients of one potion in my whole time studying. One. So, still, I must persist. Because I do not want to spend a study hall with Snape. I let my grade fall once and suddenly I found out how awkward and unsettling an hour with the professor was. It’s not like he would even help me. He just told me to read from the book and stared at me the whole time. As much as I hate to admit it, having no time to relax was better than spending any extra time with Snape than I had to

As I reached across the table for more ink, a separate hand was already there. 

“Hey.”

 A long, dark robe hung from his shoulders, and a green and grey scarf was loosely wrapped around his neck. His cheeks and nose had a blush, while the rest of his face appeared icy. He carried a bag with him that had unorganized papers going every which way. 

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no one tell disney or anaheim i did this, i don’t have money to get sued

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spitting straight FACTS

does anyone else adam should’ve gotten a lot more screen time in the second and third movies? and not just bc he’s ur fav character? like, i feel like he was barely in there

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The Support: Adam Banks Imagine

Pairing: Adam Banks x Reader

Words: 1337

Warnings: None

The semester was winding down, which meant exams were coming up. You were a good student but nothing compared to your superstar boyfriend, Adam Banks. What couldn’t that kid do, he was an impressive hockey player, a 4.0 student and an amazing boyfriend. You had really won in life when Adam chose you over one of those airhead cheerleaders. 

Exam season meant you never saw Adam, if he wasn’t studying, he was at practice and if he wasn’t doing either of those things he was sleeping or eating. You both had no time for each other when it came down to the exam seasons and you always dreaded it. 

“The Ducks and I are studying for our Calculus exam, you wanna come? Julie asked, she was your roommate here at Eden Hall. 

“Yeah sure, I need some motivation to get through it.” You laughed.

“I hear ya, This exam is going to be brutal.” Julie replied, leading you out of the dorms.

The two of you walked into the cafeteria, where you saw the ducks gathered around a table covered in books. You saw an empty chair next to Adam and b-lined across the cafeteria to it. You knew that if someone had been sitting in the chair they would have moved but you didn’t want to cause a scene.

“Hi Mr. Banksy.” You said, ruffling his hair before taking the seat.

“Y/N, you’re alive!” He said, slugging his arm over your shoulder.

“Barely but I’m here.” You laughed.

“Tell me about it, I have no idea what is going on.” He replied, gesturing to the textbook. You knew that was a complete lie, Adam was a math genius, he just wouldn’t admit it.

Hours flew by and it was reaching 11:30 when you decided to call it a night. Most of the ducks opted to stay out some more to try to grasp that last bit of knowledge, but personally you knew you had to call it a night. Adam left with you and insisted to walk you back to your dorm even though his was on the other side of the wing. You couldn’t say no to his sweet face and it just meant you got to spend more time with your boy.

“Adam, I am terrified for this exam. I feel like I know nothing.” you sighed.

“Y/N, you know this stuff in and out. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” He replied.

“I thought I did, but after tonight, I don't know.” 

“Don’t worry too much about it, it'll make it worse.” 

Upon arriving at your dorm, Adam pulled you into a hug. You inhaled a big breath to smell his cologne, his cologne was one of your favorite scents you've ever smelled. You didn’t want to let go because you felt safe in his arms and the fear of the exam went away. 

“Did you just sniff me?” Adam laughed,

“Don’t ruin the moment please. You just smell so good.” You giggled. 

“Well you need to get some sleep, rest up for the exam. Good Night Y/N, I love you!” He said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Good Night Banksy, I love you too.” 

You watched as the blonde boy made his way down the hall before unlocking your dorm room and beginning to get ready for bed. You must have fallen asleep before Julie had returned because you didn’t even realize she came back until you woke up in the morning and saw her peacefully sleeping. 

You quickly got ready, throwing one of Adam’s flannels over a tshirt and pulling on a pair of jeans. You were the only one in the morning section of calculus so you walked to class alone. When you arrived at the classroom your nerves skyrocketed. You sat at your desk staring at the test for what felt like hours, eventually you had to hand in what you had done. There was at least a 50% on that paper but you did not feel confident in what was just handed in.

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Days had passed and your calculus teacher had handed back the exams. You didn’t want to look until you were back in the comfort of your dorm in case it was bad. (You already knew it was bad she handed it to you upside down) As you were practically sprinting back to your dorm, you ran into Adam. You didn’t really want to see him right now because the exam was burning a hole in your backpack but he may be good support.

“I got the exam back, she gave it to me upside down. That is never good.” You spilled to Adam. 

“Hey you never know. Let’s go back to your dorm and see. Julie is at practice with Scooter so it’ll just be us.” Adam replied.

You grabbed for Adam’s hand as you headed towards your dorm. Your body felt flush and you felt like you were going to pass out. You just wanted a good grade, you wanted to show that you could account to something with your life. The both of you sat on your bed, you slowly pulled the paper out from your bag. You saw the red 5 peeking out from the corner. Your eyes darted to the corner, 52% was circled in red. Your heart dropped, this was the worst mark you had gotten all year. 

“Y/N, it’s okay. You got amazing marks on everything else that we did in class, that’ll help bring your average up. One bad mark doesn’t define you as a student, you are so smart.” Adam said.

“It’s not that, this is the one test that I worked hard for..” Your voice began to crack.

Adam crouched down in front of you so that your eyes met.

“Y/N, you did the best that you could do. You told me yourself that you weren’t confident and you still passed the exam. You passed the class and are going to continue going to school here. Everything will be okay.” Adam’s voice became more gentle as he spoke.

Tears began streaming out of your eyes, you knew he was right but you wanted to do better. 

“I just want better grades.” You managed to say.

“I know, but there’s always next year. Don’t be afraid to ask for help. I can tutor you. I’ll tell Orion to excuse me from practice more. We will be able to get where you need to be.” Adam said, placing a hand on the side of your face while his thumb swiped away tears.

“Your sports comes first over me, I’ll just figure something else out. Math is just not for me.” You responded.

 “Y/N, I would do anything for you. You know that.” 

“Adam, hockey is your first love and I don’t want to take that time away from it.” 

“I want to help though, and there are so many more hours that I can practice in. But right now I want to help you.” Adam answered.

You let out a sigh, knowing your boyfriend was not taking no for an answer. 

“Fine.” 

“Good, now come here and let’s cuddle and take a nap. You need some rest.” Adam said, getting off the floor with open arms.

Adam stretched out on your bed and you crawled into his arms. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, knowing that is one of the things that made you feel safe. You nuzzled your head in the crook of his shoulder, taking in your boyfriend's scent. The worry about the class and the test went out the window. It was just you and Adam and that was all that mattered. You looked over to see Adam’s eyes shut as he peacefully napped. You let in one big inhale before closing your eyes yourself. 

“Stop smelling me Y/N!” Adam laughed.

You could feel the vibration of his laugh through his body which caused you to giggle. You closed your eyes again and fell asleep in your boyfriend's arms.

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*me seeing zach and dylan fighting*

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who let adam be this fine in D3, i just wanna talk

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current mood: adam banks line dancing in ice skates