just going through the caps i was amazed

A couple of things from Round 2 Game 4

So I was able to go to the game yesterday and it was amazing! I currently live in the DMV (aka caps territory). After looking at ticket prices for the Verizon Center I decided to just go to Pittsburgh.

-Evgeni Malkin looked ready for murder during warm ups and deliberately was the last one off the ice

-When Horny was on the breakaway I stood up so fast and right after that knew we would win

-At one point Malkin absolutely demolished a caps player along the boards by using his stick and soft hands. Through this entire exchange he was laughing.

-I really believe that the turning point for the Penguins was when Ian Cole demolished Justin Williams with that clean hit. After the game we kept talking about how that changed the momentum and was a very important hit.

-Flower was just full of laughter and focus and that was beautiful to see

The fans in my section were awesome and I have never celebrated so hard. We all knew how big this win was. Also shout out to the usher who knew I was alone and kept checking on me. You da real MVP. Finally I drove eight hours in one day to cheer them on and it was worth every minute.

Twas The Night Before Christmas

Chris Evans Advent Calendar!  December 24, 2017, 1 day left to go!

Thread by @theycallmebecca and the amazing gifs are by @heather-lynn

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes – how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

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Yes M’am

This is for day #2 of @wweximaginesxd October-long Halloween fic challenge. An old request that fits the theme!

Sami Zayn/OC. For Anon: Smut where you’re at a Halloween party as an army lady, and Sami is talking to his bros about you and you are talking to the girls as well. Sami sees AJ walking over to you so he gets pushed towards you.  He walks you to the hotel and does cute stuff like putting his coat over you.

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Shiro likes soft Allura.

It’s not to say he doesn’t like strong Allura. His heart swells with pride and admiration when she squares her shoulders and commands in a steady steely tone. His cheeks can’t help but burn when they spar, when they work out, when her sheer strength is on display and he can truly see how powerful she is. He loves those parts of her.

But when Allura allows the tension and stiffness to seep from her shoulders, when her eyes soften, when she allows herself to breathe, that’s when Shiro gets truly and utterly swept away.

Because her pink tattoos darken - almost like a blush - when her squeezes her hand, she shrieks in pure joy when Shiro sweeps her off of her feet, her face lights up when she talks about her home.

Because she never looks more comfortable than when she’s in soft dresses that are poofy and swishy and utterly frivolous, but she never can wear them. Because when she cries she tries to stop herself, she claws at her face and tries to push her tears back in, tries not to be weak. Because she has suffered just as much as he has, but she is the true leader of their group.

So Shiro tries his best, tries his damnedest to let her do these things. He spoons feeds her green goop and giggles with her when it ends on her nose. He tickles her until she can’t breathe and she’s crying from laughter, he blows raspberries into her stomach and neck and watches her shriek in surprise. He braids and brushes her hair until she’s half asleep, he carries her into her room - their room - and curls around her and waits until she falls asleep before he lets his breathing match hers.

She’s a princess after all, but Shiro’s gonna treat her like a queen.

(I don’t know if this is too late, but this is sort of a comfort b/c of nasty anons and bad times. Hope you feel better Grell!)

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Stony Prompt #27

Anonymous said: “I know you did touch starved Tony but what about touch starved Steve? Maybe all he ever knew was the touch of doctors and he’s not really familiar with casual touches until the team comes along. And then he realizes that’s exactly what he wants?”

This got a little out of hand and is almost 2k of words- Also apologies in advance because it’s not QUITE what you wanted. I’ve never thought about Steve being touch-starved, but I tried - and hopefully you will enjoy it. Thank you for the Prompt and happy reading!

Most things about the modern world are strange to Steve. While he catches up fast enough and surprised everyone with how quickly he learns, there are still aspects about the future that he finds hard to understand. Some of them are pleasant, for example the fact that homosexuality and the like are widely accepted now, or that these couples even have the chance to get married now.

Some other aspects are less pleasant, or downright confusing. For example, Steve doesn’t understand why modern fellas have such an aversion against casual touches. It seems that it’s not okay for him to touch another guy. The only thing coming from it are rumors the press spreads about his sexuality.

Truth is, Steve wasn’t always familiar with friendly touches. Before the serum, the only contact he got that was gentle were his mother’s warm hugs, her reassuring hands stroking through his hair when he was sick again. And Bucky, who’d hug him too or pull him close to share warmth. Bucky, who got all handsy to make sure Steve was alright after getting into yet another hopeless fight.

The Howling Commandos were the ones he learnt casual touches from. There was always someone patting his back, always someone who’d pull him into a hug after a particular hard mission.

Steve misses this, the intimacy from this. It’s what made them a real team, he believes – and it’s what is missing in his new team.

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Kat's Rant [Grab Popcorn]

Hey there Darlings, take a seat and just grab some popcorn because this is going to be another Kat Rant. –Insert cute little tune-

I’m going to be covering quite a few bases today which would be why it’s alright for us to call some things bad writing and how it’s not just because were upset about Beth. Then were going to move on to why even though people think Gimps can’t pull this off he actually can. After that were going to visit Beth Greene’s character development because If I have to read once more about how she’s so flat and one dimensional and how she’s a background character I may end up throwing a banana at that person. Last but not least, why it makes perfect sense and is completely logical for Beth to be alive even though most of us really believe she’s alive.

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