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Carly Mae. 17. Hockey. Wheeling Nailers. Several NHL teams. Teen Wolf. Supernatural. Harry Potter. Warriors. I'm a shipper, so beware. I tend to favor players more than any certain team.
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kess-my-ass:

In OTHER NEWS LITERALLY KISS MY ASS EVERYONE WHO THOUGHT DALLAS WOULD GET SWEEPED XOXOXOXOX

*aggressively dances to chelsea dagger*

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minimallyeschew:

at this point i’m just waiting until the day that my computer science professor murders me

I love these new "type these words into your tags box and post the first tag that automatically pops up" thingies, so fun. Let’s do another one:

  • can’t
  • don’t
  • first
  • help
  • please
  • one
  • my
  • will
  • stop
  • get
  • honestly
  • I’m
Everybody ropes, everybody rides.

━ Lindy Ruff, Head Coach of the Dallas Stars (via songs-and-noms)
SWIGGITY SWAGGER BLAST THAT SWEET CHELSEA DAGGER

dannybriereisaliferuiner:

lifesgeekymoments:

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HAWKS WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

flawsinthevoodoo:

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captainfantoewstic:

All of tonight’s games ended with a winning goal count of 4 and tied the series 2-2

The Race to Sixteen Wins
Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014

so lumbus won and the stars won and the hawks won and my nailers won and im on a high right now

HAWKS WIN HAWKS WIN

fuckyoucanada:

alwaysbefortheboys:

Do 10 squats every time the Blackhawks let you down. You’ll have a great looking ass in no time

STOP THOSE SQUATS AND EAT A CHEESCAKE, THEY GAVE US A ‘WE’LL DO BETTER’ BALLOON.

ADD A MILKSHAKE TO MY TAB, WOULD YA.

hatteress:

agentotter:

#this is totally were!stiles being interrogated by the winchesters #and he is giving no answers and no fucks  (via crusingthroughreality)

HEADCANON ACCEPTED.

I really would love to see that crossover, repeatedly, in every possible position. Even if it would end in tears because let’s be real, everything the Winchesters touch ends in tears. Poor little shits.

“Look kid,” Sam says. It’s the third time he’s tried the good cop routine and Dean can hear it wearing thin. “We know you had nothing to do with the murders. But we also know you’re not the only werewolf in town.”

The kid tips his head and sucks on his lips, the total absence of fucks glaringly obvious. Dean is both frustrated as hell and grudgingly impressed because, hell, they’ve dealt with demons less sassy than this.

Sam sighs, and Dean has to cough into his hand to keep from laughing because that particular brand of exasperation is usually reserved for him. “Just be straight with us.”

For some reason, that’s hilarious. It takes a second before Dean remembers the dude they’d seen the kid with before they’d picked him up. Big, serial killer looking guy, sporting leather and a possessive hand on kid-snark’s back. Oh man.

Dean snorts and gives Sam patented ‘what? it’s funny’ shoulders when it earns him a glare.

“Trust me, dude,” the kid says. “I’m being as straight with you as…well, I was gonna say humanly possible but…”

A flash of canines has Sam rolling his eyes and sue him, Dean sorta wants to high-five the kid. You know you’ve been hunting for too long when you start rooting for your mark.

“You’re driving a stolen car,” Sam says. “You’re carrying a fake ID. Every word out of your mouth so far has been bullshit-

“Says the hunter posing as an FBI agent,” the kid says, tapping a nonchalant beat on his water bottle.

Sam pulls out bitch-face number eleven. “Is anything about you real?”

The kid grins and bobs his head. “My boobs.”

Dean laughs so hard he almost pulls something.

sceviours:

it’s funny because Patrick Maroon said the Stars were going to ‘get it’

I guess by ‘it’ he meant ‘a win’

spearingprivates:

spearingprivates:

ok i have a serious question what do you call a guy who plays for the st louis blues? is he a blue?? a blues??? an eighth note????

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ive always just ‘he plays for the blues. hes a blues player’ idk what others do