i miss the playoffs

Worlds 2017 Updates 

Canes: Lindy, Rasker, Nordy, and Lacko for Sweden, Skinny for Canada, Sepe for Finland, and Hanny for USA. 
Bolts: Heddy and Stralsy for Sweden, Killer and Pointer for Canada, and Vasy and Kuch for Russia. 
Stars: Klinger for Sweden and Rouss for France.
Avs: Landy and Soderberg for Sweden, Picks, Tyson, Nate,and Dutchy for Canada.
Flyers: Giroux, Simmonds, Konecny for Canada. 
Islanders: Lee and Nelson for USA, de Haan for Canada.
Coyotes: Larsson for Sweden, Murphy, Dvorak, and Keller for USA, and Rieder for Germany. 
Hawks: Panarin for Russia. 

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Jamie Benn - The Second

Originally posted by bennguinforthewin

Anon: Can you write an imagine where you’re married to Jamie benn and you have a 2 year old son and you’ve been getting morning sickness and etc so you take a pregnancy test and it comes out positive. You decided you’re going to tell him after their playoff win.


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back in mid-march, i was ready for the b’s to miss the playoffs for the third year in a row. less than 48 hours ago, i was ready to watch the last game of the season. they’ve defeated my expectations so many times and at the end of the day, i will always love them with all my heart. here’s to an even better 2017-18 season

Trashed:

Gabriel,

I’m aware this sounds super whiny/bitchy/whatever, but I miss you during the playoffs. You’re always there but you’re not there. I get it, seriously. I only got the one postseason but I get it. I still miss you.

I want to make it super clear that I’m always happy when you guys make it, and I’m cheering for you the whole way. I’m just selfish I guess. 

Go Canucks.

- Stephen

Replacement:

Rock ‘em sock ‘em Robot Gabe,

Remember those dudes? You always picked blue. Seems pretty fitting now. 

Don’t let Kurmazov get all the acclaim – stop passing it to him, he’s a puck hog. Put it in yourself. Use those soft mitts and don’t make our moms and dads stay up until one a.m. on a work night for nothing. You better come back with the series clenched in your fist. 

I know you’ve got this.

- Stephen

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I got this tattoo done about two years ago. When I got it done they had won the presidents trophy the year before and I had no idea they’d miss the playoffs that year and the next few. They haven’t been that team I’ve fallen in love with for a while but I still love them with all of my heart and I would get this tattoo all over again today if I could.

Suggestions for Tumblr during NHL Playoffs

1. Don’t tag your hate. As an add on with the new Tumblr search maybe use shortened named or initials so it doesn’t show up in the tag

2. Until you’ve won the series don’t say your team is better than their opponent. Both teams have made it just as far

3. Don’t cheer for injuries. It makes you a bad person

4. If your team makes a bad or dirty hit: admit it and move on. Don’t try to defend it

5.Bandwagon all you want. Anyone gives you flack about it let me know

6. Be grateful Tim Peel isn’t officiating anything

7. Sleep when you can. It’s a long marathon til June

8. Have provisions for if this doesn’t go the way you want - food, drinks, a shoulder to cry on, 

Did I miss anything?

anonymous asked:

I'm torn between still being a Blackhawks fan but at the same time wanting the organization to crash and burn after trading Artemi? I don't know how to feel. Like I bet if the Hawks actually make it past the first round, and CBJ loses to the Pens again in the first round, everyone is going to be all "SEE I TOLD YOU SO WE'RE BETTER OFF WITH SAAD AND NOT PANARIN" even though that won't be the reason for it. So I kind of want the Blackhawks to miss the playoffs but yet I am a lifelong Hawks fan ugh

I’m with ya that he was never part of the problem and an important part of the solution if they could fix the issues that needed attention.

So far, they haven’t addressed any of that in my opinion. Getting a sidekick for Toews shouldn’t have been the number one priority. I guess time will tell.

ok so here are the results on who you guys think will make the playoffs

so anaheim, chicago, dallas, edmonton, minnesota, nashville, san jose, and st. louis are all making the playoffs according to you guys. only difference from recent playoffs is that dallas replaced calgary. in my opinion, this makes sense and wont be surprised if this is correct. 

boston, columbus, montreal, nyr, pittsburgh, tampa bay, toronto, and washington are all going to be in the playofffs according to some of you guys. tampa replaced ottawa. i disagree with alot of this. i think that you guys are way too confident in toronto because they barely made the playoffs this year and i think they might just entirely miss the playoffs or barely make it again. i say this because tampa and nyi are both going to be extremely hungry to make the post season this upcoming season because they missed it this year and both teams have more veteran players and more experience. i think boston and toronto will both miss the playoffs and two metropolitan teams take the wild card spot. so basically i think cbj, habs, nyi, nyr, sens, pens, bolts, and caps. of course this is only what i think. i could be wrong about it. 

Her phone number

Get me going,
Costco pizza
Showing,
A Ghetto Asian Bitch
From Carson,
Pictures on
New year’s
Gold necklace
Cigar toting
Gourmet cheese
With the expensive wine
Drinking,
Remember
My head !
Remember how yours
Almost busted open
Once took a shit
On a Ford Focus,
In a State west,
No lesbian wife
Got a warrant
Blaming
A few pokes
Check her out now
She
Ghetto
I mean the bitch
Pregnant
I mean the bitch white
I mean the bitch live in
Texas
Just south of Austin,
Know I did
Google
San Antonio Spur tickets
Fuck they were cheap
How does the team turn a
Profit,
20 years without missing
The playoffs
Is how I envision myself
In
2050
I’ll be 58,
By then I should be
Somewhere along the lines of
President,
Taking measures into
Space,
Ideally speaking,
Really I know I’ll be
Busy
With the
Environmental crisis
It’s make or break,
But I’m built
For then
Now,

#111 Andre Burakovsky Imagine

High school graduation. Something you’ve dreamed about and looked forward to for the last four years, and here you are. Your hard work has paid off, and even though you weren’t graduating with the 4.0 you dreamed of, you were still happy to be getting out of high school and heading off to college.

Sitting next to your best friends, listening to your principal give some lame speech on ‘new beginnings’ or something, you start to wonder if he came. He said he wouldn’t be able to, because of his busy schedule, but you hoped, wished, you’d hear him cheering for you when they called your name and handed you your diploma.

For weeks you begged your boyfriend to skip a game so he could come to your graduation, but each time you got the same response: “I’m sorry (Y/N), you know I want to be there, but I can’t miss a game for this right now. We’re in the playoffs!”

“But Andre…” You’d look up at him with sad eyes, and each time, he’d shake his head and apologize. You understood; it was his first time playing in the NHL and he didn’t want to mess it up, but it still broke your heart to know he wouldn’t be there.

Your best friend poked you, and smiled before standing up. You realized her name had been called, which meant you were next. How had it gone by so quickly? Your heart raced and you adjusted your cap before taking a deep breath.

“(Y/N)” The principal called, and you stood up. Carefully walking toward the front of the stage, you glance out at the audience to see your family cheering and clapping for you. You scanned the crowd, knowing he won’t be there, but hoped he’d magically appear just in time to see you get your diploma.

You shook the principal’s hand and left the stage clutching your diploma and made your way back to your seat. You felt so disappointed, even though you knew he wasn’t going to be there. Fighting back tears you faked a smile at your best friend, who held up her diploma with a smile.

“Did you see him?” She asked, and you shook your head. You were about to explain that he couldn’t make it, but she interrupted you. “He was right behind your parents!”

“Andre?” You stood up a little and tried to find him in the audience, but you couldn’t see past the people in front of you. “Are you sure? He said he wasn’t going to be here.” You were almost frantic as your eyes darted from person to person. “Wait, he was sitting with my parents?” Your heart froze and you sat down again, completely ignoring the rest of the ceremony.

“Yeah!” She nodded.

“They’ve never met before, and they didn’t really like that I was dating a hockey player, and he’s a little bit older, oh my god…” your heart started racing again, and your friend put her hand on your arm to calm you down.

“Don’t worry, your dad didn’t look like he was going to kill him,” she smiled. “Besides, he’s only a year older than you. Hey, we’re about to be officially graduated in about two seconds, so get ready to flip your tassel to the other side.”

You stood up with her and the rest of your class, but your mind was somewhere else as the principal announced the class of 2014. As the rest of your classmates filed off the stage, you scanned the crowd and found your parents again, and right behind them was Andre.

“Andre!” You screamed and ran toward him, breaking out of line. He enveloped you in a big hug, giving you a kiss on the cheek, until your dad interrupted by clearing his throat.

“Young lady,” he looked at you sternly, and you expected the worst. “Congratulations.” He smiled. “We’ll leave you two to talk for a minute,” he added before stepping away with your mom.

“Andre! You said you couldn’t come!”

“I couldn’t, but my plans changed, so I came here as soon as I could,” he kissed your cheek again.

“Oh, no, does that mean you’re out of the playoffs?” You asked.

“Yes, but don’t worry about it (Y/N). I’m here, with you, right now, and that’s all that matters.” He brushed your hair out of your face and leaned down to give you one more kiss on the mouth.

-Lila

Liam- Because I Love You

Request-  hey can you do an imagine where Liam tries to impress the reader during a lacrosse game and Liam gets angry at Brett and the reader has to take Liam to the locker room, and she tells Liam she loves him which makes him settle down, and can they kiss? thanks xx

A/N- No problem, sweetie. Hope you like it! Next up is a Theo imagine. 

Liam walked through the cafeteria with his lunch tray in his hands, heading towards his usual table where Scott and the rest of the pack were sitting. As he got closer, he could see you laughing at something Malia said, so hard that tears were spilling from your eyes.
Liam smiled, admiring how beautiful you looked when you were laughing. Somewhere in the back of his mind, it occurred to him that he had probably been staring at you for far too long, but he didn’t exactly care at the moment. He was so lost in his thoughts of you that he bumped into someone, causing him to trip and spill his lunch all over the floor.
“Shit,” he muttered, picking up the now ruined piece of pizza and dumping in into a nearby trashcan. He walked to the table with his head ducked down low and his hands in his pockets, trying to ignore the stares of nearby students.
“Nice going, Liam,” Stiles told him with a laugh.
“Stiles,” Scott scolded. “Give him a break. He’s probably nervous about the game tonight.”
While anxiety about the game hadn’t been why Liam had tripped, Scott was still half right. Beacon Hills was going up against Devenford tonight, and Liam was certain that Brett was going to try and do everything he could to make Liam’s life a living hell. Satomi’s beta knew just the right ways to push Liam’s buttons, and Liam knew he was going to have to try extremely hard to keep calm tonight.
“You okay Liam?” you asked as he sat down next to you.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he muttered, mentally slapping himself for tripping in front of you. You probably thought he was an idiot now.
Being the supportive friend you were, you didn’t want Liam to go without his lunch. It might have also had something to do with the fact that you had been in love with him for the past year, but you would never admit that. Still, you didn’t want the poor boy to starve, especially since he had just spilled his lunch onto the floor in front of the whole cafeteria.
“You want half?” you offered.
“W-what?” Liam asked.
“My sandwich,” you clarified, raising your eyebrows and gesturing to the sandwich in your hand. “I usually only eat half anyway.”
“Oh, yeah sure. Thanks,” Liam told you, his face flushing a little bit. Great, now you definitely thought he was an idiot.
“So, uh, you’re coming to the game tonight, right?” Liam asked after a while.
You went to all of the games, and while you would lie and tell people that you had undying school spirit, it was really just for Liam. He didn’t know that, but he still wasn’t complaining every time he saw you in the stands. Not only did he get to show off in front of you, but whenever Brett or another player pissed him off to the point of nearly shifting, Liam could always look at you and calm down.
“Of course,” you told him. “I don’t want to miss you winning us the playoffs.”
“Hey don’t stoke his little ego,” Stiles warned from where he sat across from you. “And in case you hadn’t noticed, there’s like twenty other players on that team. And I’m one of them!”
“Well, I haven’t exactly seen you scoring any goals lately,” you fired.
Liam grinned, laughing softly as Stiles tried to sputter out a response and couldn’t find one. That was when the bell rang, and you stood up, grabbing your trash and heading towards the nearest trashcan.
“See you tonight,” you called to Liam with a smile.
“See you,” Liam said softly as you walked away, not able to ignore the nervous tightening in his chest.

Liam stood on the field with the other lacrosse players as they took shots at the goal. The game wasn’t supposed to start for another half hour, but Coach Finstock had insisted the lacrosse guys warm up.
Liam didn’t mind that part, especially since you were up in the stands watching, but there was one downside. The Devenford lacrosse players took up the other half of the field, doing their own warmups.
The whole time, Liam could practically feel Brett glaring at the back of his neck. He tried to ignore it and he was actually doing a pretty good job when he felt a lacrosse ball smack into the back of his head.
“Ow!” he cried, whirling around.
“My bad,” Brett told him, his dark blue eyes meeting Liam’s.
Liam gritted his teeth, knowing full well that it hadn’t been an accident. Brett walked over, the cocky smirk on his face making Liam want to punch something, preferably him. He shook it off, knowing he couldn’t get in trouble again and  picked up the ball, begrudgingly handing it back to Brett.
“What?” he asked bitterly. “You don’t have anything to say this time? You don’t wanna tell me how hard you’re gonna crush me?”
Brett smirked. “No, not today. I’m not gonna snap you in half, Liam. I’m gonna steal everything you care about.”
“What?” Liam asked.
Brett nodded up towards the bleachers, right where you were sitting next to Lydia. “Your friend up there is pretty hot.”
“Shut up,” Liam growled.
“Y/n right?” Brett asked, not waiting for Liam to answer. “Yeah, she’s pretty hot, but I’m thinking she’ll look better when she’s naked in my bed.”
Liam let out a snarl, and at that moment he didn’t care how many people found out about werewolves. He was ready to tear Brett apart, and he probably would have if not for Scott suddenly coming up behind him and grabbing the collar of his jersey.
Brett smirked as the older boy yanked Liam backwards, turning around and heading back towards his teammates.
“We gotta get him out of here,” Stiles said nervously, trailing behind Scott as he dragged the boy off the field and into the locker rooms.
“Grab, Y/n,” Scott ordered Stiles, quickly pulling Liam into the school.
You had been halfway into a conversation with Lydia when you noticed something was wrong with Liam. He was talking to Brett on the field when you saw him start to wolf out. You quickly jumped up, meeting Stiles halfway as he jogged towards the bleachers.
“What happened?” you demanded.
“Brett said something and it pissed him off,” Stiles told you. “You’re probably the only one who can calm him down right now, so if you don’t mind…”
You followed Stiles into the boys locker room, the sound of a snarl instantly hitting your ears.
“Liam you need to calm down,” you heard Scott order as he shoved the younger boy under the shower.
“I-I can’t!” Liam growled from under the stream of water. “I wanna rip him apart.”
You walked forward, swallowing nervously as you took in Liam’s bright yellow eyes and sharp teeth. He could probably tear you apart with those if he wanted to.
“Y/n,” Stiles pressed. “Do something.”
You shot him a look, throwing your hands up in the air. What the hell were you supposed to do?
Stiles just shrugged, gesturing to Liam with a lot of unnecessary flailing. You rolled your eyes and cautiously stepped forward, still having no clue how to help.
“Liam,” you told him carefully. “You need to calm down, okay?”
“You should have heard the things he was saying about you,” Liam snarled. “I should kill him!”
It was true that Brett had been torturing him for the past year. Liam could usually take it despite the occasional slip up, but the minute Brett brought you into things it was like Liam just lost all control.
He wanted to tear Brett apart. He wanted to snap him in half and he wanted to-
“Liam, just listen to me, okay?” you asked, your soft voice breaking through his murderous thoughts. “You need to calm down. You just need to focus on my voice, and you need to calm down.”
Liam gritted his teeth, trying to bring back the human side of him, that part that cared about you and wanted to keep you safe. He knew he couldn’t do that if he gave into the monster inside him, and he knew he had to try and fight it.
“Why should I?” he snarled, control just barely out of reach.
You bit the inside of your cheek, having no idea what to do. Coach or another lacrosse player could have walked in at any minute and you needed Liam to calm down. It wasn’t as if you got a users manual that came with being friends with a werewolf, so you did the only thing you could think of.
“Because I love you!” you blurted.
Liam froze, your words causing him to regain his senses. “W-what?” he asked, his eyes returning back to their normal baby blue. “Do you really mean that?”
He looked at Scott and the alpha gladly released him, shutting off the shower. The older boy nodded to Stiles, and after giving you a pat on the back, the two exited the locker room.
“Yeah,” you finally said, brushing some hair out of your face. “I have for a really long time. But it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I mean, I get it if-”
Liam stepped forward, grabbing your face and bringing his lips against yours. He kissed you softly, not wanting to scare you away after what just happened. You leaned forward, grabbing the edges of his wet jersey and bringing him closer to you. You were soaking wet after a few seconds, but you didn’t care.
You had been waiting for this forever, and it was worth so much more than a wet t-shirt.

anonymous asked:

sterek 139

#139 “God, I missed you.”

#87 “I tried to change the duvet and I got stuck inside

Again, my brain went with Check Please! instead of Sterek. Sorry, anon :) I’m just rolling with it and trying not to think too hard about it 😉


Jack’s bed in Providence is huge. To be fair, his whole apartment is excessively large, especially the kitchen. But being there alone these past couple days while Jack is on a roadie, it’s felt even bigger. He’s due home in the morning and Bitty has been cleaning and picking up after himself for the last couple hours. 

He’s just wiping down his rolling pin, the last of the dishes from his baking extravaganza when he realizes the time. It’s 2 in the morning. Damn. He wanted to be well rested for when Jack came home. He shifts gears then, to boxing up all the cookies and the two maple apple pies he made up. 

The last thing on his list of things to do is put the duvet cover back on Jack’s down comforter. 

It had taken a full 20 minutes to get the damn thing off and Bitty has put it off to last to put it back on. Mainly because it takes forever to get a twin cover back on (from personal experience) and he just can’t imagine it’s going to be easy to get a king size cover on and completely straight. 

He goes to the dryer and pulls the navy cover out, wishing he could just curl up in the soft warm fabric and forget about putting it on the comforter. But he wants the apartment to be completely neat and put together for Jack to come home to. So he stands there, cover bunched up and tucked under one arm as he stares down the comforter for a moment. 

30 minutes later and Bitty is inside the duvet cover with the comforter trying to get it all straight. He’s wrestling around with it, trying to match corners without messing up the other corners when he gives up. He flops down on the bed, too tired to keep struggling with the fluff and the stretchy fabric any longer. He takes a deep breath and lays there, for what is supposed to only a moment. 

He wakes up, an indeterminate amount of time later to a suffocating heat. He is still inside the damn duvet and it’s sweltering in there now. There’s light filtering through the fabric, more than just from the overhead light in the room which means it’s probably morning.

“Bitty?” he hears from Jack, his voice filtering through the apartment. Shit. 

Bitty tries to sit up, tries to fight his way out of the cover and he can’t find the hole. 

“Eric?” Jack calls again and Bitty just flops onto his stomach giving up the fight that he’s not awake enough for. 

“In here,” he answers, voice slightly muffled by the comforter. 

“Bitty?” he asks, laughter coming through his tone clearly, sounding as though he’s standing in the doorway to the bedroom. “Whatcha doin’ there, Bits?” 

“I tried to change the duvet and I got stuck inside,” Eric answers, pouting slightly at the fact that Jack is home and he can’t get out of this duvet cover. But at least he’s laughing. He’d do pretty much anything to keep Jack happy and laughing. 

“Would you like some help?” his boyfriend finally offers and Bitty can hear him walking towards the bed. 

“Please?” he whines and Jack huffs another laugh.

It takes less than a minute for Bitty to crawl out once Jack finds the hole for him finally. It was all the way in the middle of the comforter underneath Bitty. Once he’s finally free he wraps himself around Jack, legs around his waist, arms around his neck. Jack isn’t complaining, he just puts one arm under Bitty’s butt to hold him up and the other around his back, keeping him close. 

“God, I missed you,” Eric admits quietly into Jack’s neck. 

“I know, Bits. I missed you too, babe. But we’re almost through the playoffs and then it’ll be the off season and I’ll be around so much you’ll get sick of me,” Jack says, rubbing his hand up and down Bitty’s back comfortingly. 

“Never,” Bitty says vehemently as he pulls back from the embrace to look at his boyfriend in the face, “I don’t plan on ever getting tired of you Jack Zimmermann.”