buy me this truck

At a relatively young age, Jonathan Toews already possessed an incredible shrinking bucket list. And at age 28, the captain of the Chicago Blackhawks was voted among the 100 Greatest NHL Players – quite the accomplishment for the all-purpose center.

But a look at his resume explains why:

Toews won the Stanley Cup with the Blackhawks in 2010, 2013 and 2015.

He earned a gold medal with Canada at the 2010 Vancouver Olympics and the 2014 Sochi Olympics.

In 2010, at age 22, he became the second-youngest player to win the Conn Smythe Trophy as playoff MVP. He had 29 points in 22 games.

In 2013, he was awarded the Selke Trophy, given to the NHL’s best defensive forward.

In 2015, he won the Mark Messier Leadership Award recognizing contributions to one’s team and community.

Prior to all of this, Toews was named captain of the Blackhawks on July 18, 2008, before his second season. He had played 64 NHL games. No player in League annals had been named captain faster.

Really now, what is left for this special talent?

“More Stanley Cups,” Toews said, matter-of-factly. “Winning is addictive.”

Entering the 2006 NHL Draft, the Blackhawks were in dire need of new blood and a new direction. They had qualified for the playoffs once since 1997, making an abrupt five-game exit in 2002, and fan interest had dipped precipitously throughout an Original Six market. In the words of no less an authority than chairman Rocky Wirtz, “We had become irrelevant.”

The Blackhawks could not afford to miss on the No. 3 pick. They knew of Toews’ decorated amateur career, first at Shattuck-St. Mary’s School in Minnesota, then at the University of North Dakota. They probably anticipated that his pedigree – in 2007 he would become the first Canadian to win gold at the World Junior Championship and World Championship in the same year, and did it as a second-year collegian – would bode well for his evolution as a professional on hockey’s greatest stage, the NHL. They might even have heard the story about how, when Jonathan was a tyke, he made a promise.

“He told me he was not only going to make it in the NHL,” said his father, Bryan. “He told me he was going to make it big and buy me a new truck.”

The Blackhawks did not miss. They studied the person and the statistics, but there was no guarantee that Jonathan Toews would point the franchise toward a golden era with his excellence and maturity. He made a quick impression, scoring on his first shot with the Blackhawks, against the San Jose Sharks on Oct. 10, 2007, and got a point in each of his first 10 games, then the second-best streak by any player to start an NHL career. Toews had 24 goals and 30 assists in 2007-08, his rookie season in Chicago, but it was more than that. It was his presence, the example he set, on the ice, in the locker room, on the bus.

“If I hadn’t seen Jonathan being born,” said his mother, Andree Gilbert, “I would swear he’s older.”

Teammates didn’t need to hear that parental praise. They merely observed the businesslike manner in which Toews prepared for his job and applied himself. Patrick Sharp, who won three Cup championships with Toews, called him “Mr. Serious.” Then Brent Seabrook, also fitted for three championship rings with the Blackhawks, acknowledged that Toews bore all the trappings and intangibles of a captain. So Seabrook updated the nickname to “Capt. Serious” and it caught on. Toews never warmed to it, but deduced correctly that the more he would debate the merits of such a label, the more serious he would seem.

“It stuck, I guess,” said Toews. “As far as leaders go, well, I happen to think we’ve had a lot of them on this team as we’ve learned how to win. It’s an honor to be captain of this team. But the ‘Serious’ part, I don’t know about that. It’s not like I never laugh.”

But Toews never takes a night off, and when your captain operates in such a way that every shift matters, the effort is contagious. Toews has the ability to be among the most productive players in the League, but his unselfishness and devotion to duty when opponents have the puck are paramount. When it’s about risk versus reward, Toews opts for the grunt work. He has what it takes to score 40 goals, but did not exceed 34 through nine full seasons. During that period, he had a rating of plus-187.

“All Jonathan Toews does is make everybody he plays with better,” Toronto Maple Leafs coach Mike Babcock said. Before he took over in Toronto, Babcock saw plenty of Toews as coach of the Detroit Red Wings, bitter rivals of the Blackhawks. Babcock also coached him with Canada in the 2010 and 2014 Olympics. It is noteworthy that, for the latter, Sidney Crosby was appointed captain. But before he accepted, Crosby sought to determine whether Toews would be at peace with the designation. Such is the degree of respect bestowed on Toews, who gladly served as an alternate.

For his play with the Blackhawks, Toews has received lavish praise from coach Joel Quenneville as the perfect link between management and labor.

“It makes it a lot easier to do what I do when you have No. 19 in the locker room,” Quenneville said. “You can’t teach what ‘Tazer’ brings to the table. When your best players go about their way like he does, it affects everybody else. Johnny is zero maintenance.”

Whereas Toews stands out for exemplary defensive and faceoff numbers, he is renowned for taking over a game when required. He is especially noticeable in the spring, as a clutch performer in playoffs. At the conclusion of the 2014-15 season, he had already amassed 10 game-winning playoff goals, second only in franchise history to a contemporary icon Patrick Kane’s 11. Through his first nine seasons, of Toews’ 251 goals, 51 were game-winners – third most in franchise history.

“Jonathan brings it every night,” said Scotty Bowman, a Hockey Hall of Fame coach and the Blackhawks senior adviser to hockey operations. “It’s one thing to have ability, but another to compete. You are not going to outcompete Toews. He plays in all situations. Power play, penalty kill, 5-on-5.

“He’s a big guy. You see him out of uniform. He’s strong and thick. But again, it’s another thing to use the body the way he uses it. He takes it to all the tough areas and makes sacrifices. He plays the entire rink. He’s got everybody’s respect, his own guys, guys throughout the league, coaches and general managers. He never causes problems and is a tremendous representative for the Blackhawks, the League and hockey. He carries himself well, speaks well. He even speaks French. He’s got it all.”

In Chicago, a city that has enjoyed its share of sports legends, Toews quickly became among the most admired and popular athletes ever. He dedicated countless hours and support to local causes, including The Kitchen Community, which builds learning gardens in Chicago to connect children with real food, increase academic achievement and encourage civic engagement.

In his native Winnipeg, Manitoba, where there is a lake named after him, Toews donated $1 million to the Dakota Community Centre, a facility that includes the 95,000 square foot Jonathan Toews Sportsplex, housing two indoor rinks, a gymnasium, nursery school, skate shop and strength training area.

For a big-name NHL player, Toews is not pretentious; when he brought the Stanley Cup to his hometown in 2010, he took a public bus to the parade.

“My parents have instilled in me the importance of giving back,” said Toews, captain during the most successful era in Blackhawks history. As a 20-something, he achieved iconic stature with the franchise, as did Bobby Hull and Stan Mikita, both of whom have monuments erected beside United Center.

Jonathan Toews is a statue waiting to happen.

—  Jonathan Toews: 100 Greatest NHL Players (Captained Blackhawks to three Stanley Cup titles, won Conn Smythe Trophy in 2010)

sncrlygg-deactivated20160620  asked:

im a boy youre a girl by b1a4, v, fluff~~ thanks!!

Boys Like Girls- V/Taehyung(Fluff)

Originally posted by yag-han

Have you heard the saying, “girls and boys can’t be friends?”  

//Hello, I’m sorry for the wait there were a few issues. Hope you enjoy!//

You Are A Girl, I Am A Boy- B1A4(Audio) 


We walk side by side on a sunny day, the skirt of my dress blowing in the wind. I bump Taehyung’s shoulder and hold a piece of cotton candy out to him, the sugary goodness sticking to my fingers. He gives me one of his signature rectangular smiles and takes it from me, gesturing to the kids running wild.

“Remember when that was us?” He laughs.

I look over the busy park, kids yelling and swinging with candy and smiles, making new friends while the parent frantically make sure to keep eyes on their children. “I just remember you making me buy you ice cream.”

He giggles, the sound so cute coming from him I can’t help but smile too. He bumps my shoulder back in a playful gesture. “But now I buy it all for you. Plain old vanilla ice cream every time.”
I scoff. “It doesn’t make me boring just because I don’t sample every flavor and know what I want.”  

I can feel him look at me, a twinkle in his eyes as I continue to look straight forward down the trail. “I know what I want.” He says with a certain conviction that makes my stomach churn.

Things had felt different between us for a little while now. We’d been friends since the sandbox days, meeting when Tae had literally begged me to buy him a strawberry cone from the ice cream truck, promising me he’d be my best friend and let me play with him and his teddy bear. He’d kept his promise, because here we are ten years later still best friends, still sharing ice cream and sweets.

But now my heart leaps when I see him, my cheeks burn when he smiles and my stomach drops when he touches me. It was obvious other people knew how I felt, unable to hide my feelings from anyone other than him apparently.

A little girl scurries past us, pausing in her pursuits to stare at my cotton candy longingly. Taehyung’s long arms reach over to pluck a chunk off getting on his knees to be eye level with the cute toddler.  

“You want some?” He asks playfully, to which the girl nods frantically, taking the cloud from him with chubby fingers. “Here you go, eat well!”

He laughs at her eagerness, cheeks puffing with a smile as she hugs Taehyung. He’d be such a great dad, playing and laughing with our kids- our kids. I stop short for a moment, cheeks turning bright pink at the thought of getting to have kids with Taehyung. Of getting to be with him.

The little girl hurries off to another kid, probably going to brag that she got candy.

“Have you heard the saying boys and girls can’t be friends?” He suddenly asks, a lightness to his voice as he stands and continues walking with me.

“Yeah…” I lick my lips, tasting the cotton candy on them. “Why?”

“Do you think it’s true?” He waves to a little kid that runs past us, smiling at him happily.

“I don’t know. I think if feelings develop who are they to fight them?”

He smiles, almost to himself. “Even if they made a promise to be best friends?”

“Just because you’re dating doesn’t mean you’re not best friends.” I counter.

“So what if these two best friends did like each other and the boy asked the girl for a date. What would the girl say?”

“Well, it’d be stupid of her to say no.” I shrug, placing another sugary cloud in my mouth and letting it dissolve on my tongue. “So she’d say yes.”

“You’re so cute, Y/N.” Taehyung turns, wiping sugar off the sides of my lips.

I can feel a blush coming across my cheeks, not only at his touch, but as his words.

He gives me an abashed smile. “I’m trying to ask you out and you’re completely oblivious.”

I turn to him so fast I get whiplash, lips parted in a silent gasp and eyes wide in disbelief. “Taehyung. Are you serious?”

He nods, taking his lower lip in between his teeth. “No matter what you say, we’ll still be friends. But I’ve been dreaming to holding hands with you and kissing you and sharing ice cream as we watch anime at the dorm and I don’t want to keep fighting my feelings for you.”

I can’t speak, completely shocked into an amazed fantasy. This can’t be real. He’s been dreaming of me, he’s been wanting to kiss me and hold me? The wind blows, carrying happiness and infinite sunshine with it. “Okay.” I breathe, breaking into splitting smile as his entire face lights up. “As long as you keep buying the ice cream I think that sounds amazing.”


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anonymous asked:

What happens when your ships get stranded after their car breaks down w/minicat

“Oh no. No, no, no, no. Fuck!”

Mini looked up from his phone in alarm. “Tyler? What’s wrong?”

“The engine is smoking!” Tyler yelled. “Fuck!”

Mini held on to the handle bar on his side of the truck as Tyler sped up to overtake another car, and change lanes in order to pull over to the shoulder. As soon as he did, Tyler jumped out of the truck and made a beeline for the front.

“You’re going to get hit by a car, you fucking moron!” Mini exclaimed, even though they were the only ones left on the road. But he got out as well, just as Tyler was popping the hood to get a better look. He touched an engine piece, pulling his hand back with a sharp hiss.

“Shit. That’s hot.”

Mini rolled his eyes. “No shit, Sherlock. Come here, let me see.” Tyler begrudgingly held his hand out, and Mini gingerly inspected it. “It’s a little burn. You’ll be fine.”

“I’m not really worried about my hand, Mini.” Tyler said loudly. “We’re stuck in the middle of no where, at midnight, with a truck that has a blown heat gasket.”

“You figured that out in the five seconds you were looking?” Mini asked.

“It’s not rocket science. It’s a machine.” Tyler rolled his eyes. “Regardless, we aren’t getting out of here without a tow, and that could take hours.”

Mini shivered. “It’s the dead of winter, Tyler. What are we supposed to do?”

“Let’s get back in the truck. I’ll call the tow company and we’ll try to stay as warm as possible until they get here.” Tyler was being uncharacteristically reasonable, and if Mini wasn’t so cold from the wind, he’d be questioning it.

They climbed back into the truck, and Tyler made a quick call to the tow company, rattling off their location and the problem. “An hour,” he said to Mini once he hung up.

Mini was too busy shivering to respond. He’d only been outside for five minutes, but it was nearly fifteen degrees out, with a horrible wind chill. And Mini hated the cold.

“Shit, Craig, you’re shaking. Hold on, I think I have a blanket in the back. But it might be better for us to huddle for warmth. Body heat and all of that…” Tyler concluded, his face a little red.

Mini stared at him wildly. “Tyler, was this some attempt to cuddle with me?”

Tyler opened his mouth in shock. “You think I sabotaged my truck just to get you close? That’s fucked up! Why the fuck would I do that?”

And there was something in his tone that Mini found it hard to believe his words. He narrowed his eyes.

“Dude, stop looking at me like that. I did *not fuck up my own car!” Tyler nearly shouted.

Mini held his hands up in surrender. “Fine, okay I believe you. You could’ve just asked though.”

“What?”

“If I wanted to cuddle.” Mini clarified.

“You’re just fucking with me, right?” Tyler raised an eyebrow.

“You know what, I think I’ll take my chances outside.” Mini glared and moved to open the door. A hand on his arm stopped him.

“No wait. I didn’t…I didn’t do this on purpose, okay? But yeah, I’m kind of wanting to take advantage of the situation to get close to you.” Tyler was actually pouting, and Mini thought it was adorable to see the giant of a man be reduced to such childish antics.

“You just needed to ask, Tyler.” Mini told his friend. “Let’s do it. But this time, it’s purely for self preservation.”

“And…next time?”

“You should probably buy me dinner first.” Mini teased.

The tow truck driver pulled up forty-five minutes later, and found the two men huddled together in the back seat, sleeping peacefully. He almost regretted tapping on the window to wake them up, until he remembered that it was one in the morning and he was woken up himself to go pick them up in the below freezing weather.

Sam and Bucky having to use bunk beds and Sam claiming top bunk, and to get revenge, Bucky wakes him up with his cold ass metal arm

Bucky wanting to buy some goddamn plums and Sam surprising him with a basket of fruit, to which Bucky starts saying a “thank you” but gets cut off by Sam grumbling “don’t ever talk about this”

Someone beating up Bucky and Sam saying “no one gets to beat up Bucky but me” and wing-bitch-slapping them

Sam purposefully buying a truck with a tiny back seat and making Bucky sit in the middle of the back

Sam grumbling “I hate you” and Bucky saying “I hate you too” before they break out into laughter

Bucky and Sam :)))

Im in Tampa

I travelled for more than 24 hours.
I left my apartment 10/28 at 10 am. Arrived to Buenos Aires at 5 pm. Get into the Atlanta flight at 8.15 pm. Arrived to Atlanta at 6 am. Waited 2 hours in the airport for the tampa conection and arrived here at 12 pm.
Came straight to my hotel, checked in, had a shower, and looked for a supermarket or something near on my phone to go buy some things.
When I came out, it hit me. The Taylor Swift truck passed in front of my eyes, way to the venue.
Its real. They really are here. Im really here.
And i cried, its a mixture of joy, lack of sleep, jet lag, excitement and anxiety. But im happy. Im trully happy, and I think is the first time i can say this this year, noone is going to rain on my parade this time, im way too happy to care.
And I’ll try my best to meet Taylor, because thats the only way this thing, this whole travel, needs to be more than a dream come true.
I love you guys so much and thanks for putting up with me and my Tampa posts.
Im so happy im finally here.

TAYLOR, IM IN TAMPA, FOR THE FIRST TIME, TRAVELLING FROM ARGENTINA, JUST FOR YOU.

To My Mother-In-Law,

You have been crying hysterically to your daughter, my sister-in-law. You insist you don’t know what you’ve done and believe that I have turned your son against you.

You will never believe the truth, so I have not bothered trying to tell you. But to answer your question, this is what you’ve done:

(1)    Let’s start at the beginning. When your husband was beating the shit out of your son, your beautiful precious 8-year-old angel, where were you? Where were you? When I asked your son this, he said, “In her room. If she would have done anything, Dad would have just hit her instead.” You know what? That’s probably true. You know what else? That means you used your eight-year-old child as a human shield.

(2)    The first Thanksgiving B & I were together, the whole family decided we should do the holiday at my house. I had the most space, the biggest kitchen, and no children to schedule around. You and your husband did come – but nobody else in the family did. Everyone else cancelled the day before, after I’d already bought the food to feed 11 and started cooking.
And what did you say, the next day? You invited us over to your house for dinner on Sunday, since you “didn’t get a Thanksgiving this year.”
I cried for a week. Your son was so angry with you, he decided we would never host another family event at our house again. Did you catch that? Your son decided.  

(3)    When, after five years of heartbreak, we learned that we couldn’t get pregnant, you told him to replace me. First, you assumed I’m the problem. Second, you told your son to replace me. It doesn’t matter how many times you say “I’m just joking,” after the fact. Third… you essentially taught him that people who can’t give you grandchildren are worthless. You assumed I’m the problem. You have no idea how damaging that was to your son’s self-esteem, much less his relationship to. We can’t give you grandchildren, so we are worthless.

(4)    When he had his legs blown off in Iraq and barely made it home alive, you put together all the emails you exchanged with your sisters into a book you self-published and said to me, “This is my ticket to Oprah.” How I wish I was making this up.
Your son’s loss of limbs was a money making venture for you.
You asked me to edit the book, and I limited myself to just fact-checking… “no, he wasn’t in Colorado, he was in Vegas.” You threw out my edits, and posted an account of your son that was essentially false. I said nothing, and I bought my parents each a copy of your book.

(5)    I went with my mother on a road trip, leaving B at home, and the night before we left I made corned beef & cabbage since I would be missing St Paddy’s day. B was thrilled and put a picture on facebook. You told him I’d cooked the wrong kind of corned beef, and when he asked you to please just be happy he has a wife who cooks, you wanted to know why he was so disrespectful, why he was so mean to you. I knew nothing of this until I got home, because B refused to tell me about the argument. I heard about it when my Father-in-Law CC’d me on the reply to the angry email you sent him wanting to know if his illustrious son had cut him off, too.

(6)    This is not a complete list. But you should know that the final straw – the thing that broke your relationship with your son – was when your daughter planned a surprise party for your 60th birthday. She scheduled it for more than a week before your birthday – on a day I was working, and my husband had to stay home with houseguests – and only gave us a week’s notice. We’d had plans for over a month before the invite even arrived, and since it was a surprise party, B couldn’t tell you he wasn’t coming.
When he didn’t show up, you texted him: “It’s good to finally know for sure where I stand with you.” You never bothered to ask why.
You went on to say it was all because of me, that I had control of his life. While I do have control of his money, because he lost impulse control when he was blown up in Iraq, you only know that because I stopped letting him write you checks. You spent the money he got from his life insurance payout on a jacuzzi and then complained to him that you needed a new car, too.
And because I have control of his money, I can do things like buy him a new truck for his birthday. Because me having control means we still have it. And he will be the first person to tell you that.
And he did tell you that, right after he told you that it was an insult to him to say I was controlling him.
Honestly, I took it as a compliment to me.
You actually think I am such a good puppet-master that I can compel your son into a 3.8 GPA at a prestigious private university, win him an unprecedented $25K research grant as an undergraduate in an art field, and land him a job at an Ivy League school before he even graduates, all while working as an RN and taking care of my ever-expanding family-by-choice. If I am capable of that, all while saving enough money to drop $40K on a new truck for him to drive in, I am in the wrong fucking line of work.
But for your son? To say that to your own son, to tell him that he isn’t his own person? To say you don’t believe he is making his own choices, living his own life? To have so little faith in his capabilities as a person to conclude somebody else is controlling him?
You broke his heart.
And you should know that he took that injury to his psychologist, not me.
He and his psychologist decided that it would be best for him to not have you in his life.
Not me.
Because I would have said, like I always said, no, honey, she is your mother. I didn’t even hear about it until it was done.

Because, you see, Roberta, I was willing to put up with your hatred and your manipulation. I was willing to live my life knowing my Mother-in-Law wanted my husband to replace me. I invited you to every function, every holiday, despite your son’s protests, for the same reason every time: “because she is your mother.” I was willing to sit in your living room and smile as you pretended you liked me, knowing full well the second I left you would spill venom.

…because your children talk to each other, you see. We all know what you say about us when we’re not around.

I was content to deal with you for the rest of your life. Why? Because your son is worth it.

Because I love him more than I could ever articulate, and your vitriol is a tiny price to pay to have him in my life. You are his mother and you being related to me is a necessary evil to have this amazing, stubborn, talented, unbelievable man at my side. I don’t care how much you hate me.

But your son?

You made your son choose between us.

That is what you did.  You don’t have him in your life anymore because you forced him to choose.

Given how little you think of him, are you really surprised at the decision he reached?

WIth endless patience and ambivalence,

your son’s wife

I know everybody says Money can’t buy happiness…..but it can buy me a boat. It can buy me a truck to pull it. It could buy me a Yeti 110 iced down with some silver bullets.
—  Buy Me A Boat by Chris Janson