anonymous asked:

Okay of that gif set you reblogged, about Tyler not knowing about being a wolf in public, can we say that’s what his wolf form is? I mean that small and everything? Also that’s a coyote so not a wolf but super close to one, just smaller.

A coyote of COURSE that’s what it is. Haha, I knew wolf wasn’t quite right. :) Hm, should Tyler be that small?? I don’t tend to think of him as a super small person, even though he’s definitely smaller than Jamie. I actually kind of like the idea of him being super puppy-like in wolf form and not realizing that he’s actually a pretty good size and is really frightening to people. He’s just strolling about, tongue lolling out of his mouth, and people are like, “Aah! Wolf!!” and he’s just like, ooh, a squirrel! Can we chase the squirrel, Jamie? Smelling is so fun!

anonymous asked:

Can you do a blurb where you're married to Jamie benn and you find out you guys are expecting.

part two to this

Over a year. It had been over a year now and you were getting really tired of buying pregnancy tests every few weeks and crying alone in the bathroom when they were negative. You were beginning to really think you couldn’t get pregnant despite what the doctors told you. When you couldn’t sleep, you found yourself researching adoption and in vitro, anything. You were giving up on the idea that you would have a baby of your own that you were pregnant with. You didn’t just feel like a failure to yourself, you felt like one to Jamie too. He wanted to be a dad. He was ready and you knew he would be great at it. 

Tossing the pink box in your shopping cart, you barely thought about it, getting your other groceries. You were about a week late at this point, which wasn’t unusual by now with all the pregnancy tests you’d already gone through. So you didn’t think much of it. At this point you wouldn’t believe you were pregnant until you were popping a baby out. Still, you went home and and stood in the bathroom reading over the instructions again, just to make sure you weren’t messing up some part of the process. As if it were routine, you set the stick down and going back to your laundry and cleaning before returning to it. 

You stared down at the white stick, and where one line usually was, there were two. You closed your eyes for a few seconds before opening again and looking back. You pinched your arm. You put it down and looked in the mirror, making sure you were alive and awake. You checked the box to make sure two lines meant you were in fact pregnant and that’s when you finally smiled and cried out in laughter. You did a little dance to yourself, home alone, unsure what to do with the overwhelming feeling of joy. 

You called Jamie without thinking, you knew he was still on the ice. He had just left for practice as you were going to the store. He needed to know right away so without much thought you jumped in your car and raced to the practice rink. You were running through the building as you saw the green shirts in the distance, running plays on the ice. You approached the glass, the stick still in your jacket pocket, when you banged on the glass to get someone’s attention. Once the coach looked over, he moved to push open the door for you as the players stopped, looks of concern on their face. 

This was out of the ordinary for everyone, especially you. “Is everything okay?” Jamie asked, letting his stick and gloves fall to the ice. “Once your slipper-clad foot hit the ice, you were running toward him. “I’m pregnant, Jamie I’m pregnant,” you said, jumping into his arms. He caught you but stumbled, still on skates. “What?” he asked, shocked as you were. A few of the guys whistled and congratulated you but in your mind there was nothing around you. Just you and your husband. “I took the test. See? And it’s two lines. It’s two lines instead of one! We’re going to have a baby, Jamie. I’m pregnant,” you practically yelled, grabbing his face to kiss him, while your legs were wrapped around his body, barely able to hold on with the bulk of his pads. 

i-hate-hockey  asked:

brad marchand, bald bgally - alternatively not bald bgally, the questionable facial hair-era jamie benn

HMM let’s see how heavily I embarrass myself here 

Marchy: smash, love that small man with that huge nose, 

Bald BGally: stay AWAY from my vagina, thank you 

NOT bald BGally: hmm. mild smash. a handy, if you will, 

Jamie: he….. used to be a pass and suddenly he’s a hard smash

send me players to smash or pass

NHLers and the Olympics (hypothetical)


Alex Ovechkin goes to the Olympics. No one questions his many carry on bags, or why one looks suspiciously like Nicklas Backstrom.

The NHL is curious as to why Henrik Lundqvist has been playing so poorly for the Rangers during the time of the Olympics. Joel Lunqvist must be feeling off too..he called in sick to work all month. 

Carey Price builds a small wall in his net, then leaves and goes to the Olympics. No one notices the difference. 

Sidney Crosby wants to go to the Olympics but he does not want to let down the Penguins or break the rules. Fleury and Letang put melatonin in  Crosbys PB&J. He wakes up on the Plane next to to Jamie Benn. 

A displeased Jamie Benn is duck taped to a giggly Tyler Seguin. 

Brent Burns smuggles  Joe Pavelski to the Olympics in his beard. 

Shea Weber fires a fake slap shot. It fake hits Markov, Plekanec and Pacioretty. They are all out for the month  with fake and vague injuries. They get fake beards and go to the Olympics under fake names. 

Erik Karlsson is very handsome. He tells the league he is going to the Olympics, they are distracted by all the handsome and tell him its fine.

No one wants to have to tell Tuukka Rask he cant go to the Olympics, so no one does.

They’re calling it H-day. The H might stand for ‘hockey’ or ‘hell,’ you don’t really remember. You only remember the day you turned on your local sports network to hear that every player in the NHL has been transformed based on the names of their teams. The ramifications of this range from merely nominal to, frankly, off the walls ridiculous.

Montreal and Vancouver, out of all the NHL cities, have seen the least effects. Their team names mean ‘Canadians, except in French’ and ‘Canadians, except in slang,’ respectively, so aside from a few sudden citizenship acquisitions, their players have experienced no changes. Likewise, the Islanders are essentially the same. Some extent of memory alteration is speculated, but that’s all Deadspin anyway, so who really knows?

The other New York team, on the other hand, has developed a strange predilection for reckless behaviour in the name of ‘adventure.’ They’ve also taken to rolling twenty sided dice before taking action, which tends to really slow down a hockey game.

Los Angeles and Las Vegas have come to an unlikely alliance. The LA team had devolved into power struggles and succession crises, so Vegas offered proxy fighters to joust on each LA player’s behalf. However, with many Kings and only one Knight, the teams have been forced to wait until the expansion draft to actually settle the disputes. Until then, the main concern is keeping the Kings away from the armoury that has sprung up in Buffalo, as most hockey fans agree that beheadings would be taking hockey fights too far.

When the Detroit players sprouted wings — literal red wings — many expected the same from Philadelphia. However, the Flyers have become a different type of flyer, and their management is currently scrambling to find all their players, floating around the city on the wind (Toronto, too, is having similar issues; they simply didn’t have enough rakes in the equipment room when the whole debacle began). Of particular importance is one flyer advertising grilled cheese sandwiches, which must never, under any circumstances, be allowed to find its way to Pittsburgh. It might cross the path of a passing flightless bird, who could mistake it for food, or worse, recognize it as who it actually is.

Speaking of Pittsburgh, they, along with Anaheim, are reaping the benefits of being one of the few animal-named teams whose mascot is relatively docile and non-threatening. Arizona, Florida, Boston, San Jose, and Nashville have all had to call in experts in the zoology business to deal with the sudden influx of apex predators.

Speaking of predators, Chicago is gone. Just gone. They had the misfortune to have a home stretch lined up where they played Carolina, Colorado, and Tampa in succession, and now they’re gone. Instead, the city has been replaced by a replica of Washington DC that inexplicably speaks Russian instead of English, but is otherwise indistinguishable. Twenty other versions of Washington have cropped up over the country, most of which are Russian-speaking.

The St. Louis music scene and the Columbus fashion industry have each had a sudden boom, revitalized by new trends. They don’t have much to do with each other, but the two cities agree: blue sure is a cool colour.

The province of Alberta, on other hand, is not in such agreement. For their own safety, Edmonton and Calgary are attempting to keep as separate as possible for the time being. What is left of their players cannot be allowed to interact, lest they ignite the entire country.

New Jersey is also having some problems. Then again, when are they not?

The Minnesota practice rink is no longer fit for use; it has become, essentially, a very cold forest. It now attracts hockey fans and tourists, many of whom claim to be able to hear the voices of the players among the trees. Others merely say it seems like a nice way to get back to nature.

But when it comes to getting back to nature, Dallas has us all beat. They have returned to a state of matter pre-dating our own planet and ascended into the night sky. Attempts are being made to bring them back to Earth, as it is not possible to play hockey games against them if they are in outer space — only Winnipeg might have even a chance. Unfortunately, the mission to bring the Stars back has hit a snag lately; Jamie Benn just won’t go down.