sorry i love hockey

so for the longest time I’ve enjoyed the way ngozi has given smh significant numbers for their jerseys. like how we all love that holster and ransom are 4-11 respectively because they quite literally give us the 411 on hockey shit in bitty’s first year.

but I only JUST noticed that shitty’s number is 42, which for all you non hitchiker fans out there, is the answer to the question “what is the meaning of life?”

this could either refer to the fact that shitty is a little existential (though he’s no johnson), and likes to answer questions about the world in a way smh giggles through with good-hearted amusement. or it could refer to the fact that shitty is one of jack’s few real friends, and certainly one of his first ones at samwell. he was responsible for getting jack a little more out of his shell, aggressively befriending him and making his life worthwhile again. so alternatively, the meaning of life is shitty - is friendship.

like, okay, honestly, have yall EVER seen a boy as beautiful as william nylander? like? ever? in your lives? god, his stupid smile, and even when that isn’t on his face, his EYES, his beautiful stunning eyes, are always smiling, and he’s probably going to have crow’s feet by the time he’s 30, with how much he smiles (seriously i can see them starting to form). and his jawline???? the fuck is that?? it’s so smooth and sharp at the same time i dont understand? and the lines of his neck and shoulders are literally anatomically perfect im pretty sure.

just. like. have u ever seen a boy as beautiful. ever. honestly.

  • Henrik Zetterberg: So basically we're completely swamped. All hands on deck.
  • Pavel Datsyuk: I'm not even on this team anymore.
  • Henrik Zetterberg: Don't care. I need anyone with a pulse and a brain to pitch in.
  • Riley Sheahan: [walking in] Hank, do you need help with anything?
  • Henrik Zetterberg: No, we're good, thanks. In fact, you can head home early.

anonymous asked:

Nicklas Backstrom is ludicrously hot. I've been scrolling through your blog and needed to get that off my chest!!! I felt you'd understand! <3 He creeps up on you, doesn't he? I mean, he's always been pretty and then one day, you suddenly realise you have a volcanic attraction to him.

I understand, anon, oh boy do I ever understand: 

Why is 

this asshole

so attractive?!!! 

At first, you think he’s attractive. And then you see how he plays hockey

And then you realize you’re done, you’re gone, it’s over. You’re his biggest fan, you’re Alex Ovechkin, you’re Barry Trotz, you’re banging all the pots and pans in your house screaming at the top of your lungs for Nicklas Bäckström. He deserves to get the Hart, the Ross, the Selke, the Rocket, and the Vezina. You would die for him, you have already died for him. Your kidneys have turned to stone from following the Caps across the league with each painful shot, your wingtips have peaked red, and every time you try to speak the only sounds that will escape your beaks is a weagle’s screech of Alllllllll Starrrrrr Nicklas Baaaackstroooooom