oh my gawd.
“Obviously it’s not easy, it’s never good seeing one of your best friends go down with an injury. […] It’s frustrating but, you know, I was trying to keep his spirits light and keep his mind off it - we were talking about some different things. I was just trying to be a good friend and help him out because of the time change so - I was up a little later last night but you know it’s for a friend, I’ll do whatever I can to help him out. It’s a tough situation but I know he’ll come back strong and he’ll be fine.”
lakingsOffseason: Training. #PingPong4Purpose
Sid and Nate working at Tim Hortons
…who’s writing the AU?
sorry to spring this on you guys so late in the promo…i only drew and finished it yesterday and i wanted to give it a second look before posting…
if you decide you might buy one, please take a look at this post before making your final decision! basically, it talks about how there might be imperfections near the seams and under the arms due to the way society6 prints the shirts, so if you don’t want that, or want to wait for me to get mine and post photos before deciding for sure, it’s up to you! i can also add this to other products like mugs and laptop covers and whatnot if you would rather have that instead!
last thing! earnings from this shirt will go to the pittsburgh penguins foundation
whats the point of going on in life after this honestly
things we habs fans deserve to have on our dash today to ease the pain of seeing another team with the stanley cup: alex galchenyuk doing some shirtless morning cardio.
i ended up getting more invested than i’d planned in a player (or two) on not my team and now i’m sad today. thanks for everything bort 💛
"At least we know he can read" -SN Commentator.
12.28.2014: Hayden gives his captain a kiss before he returns to the lineup.
and where can one get giggly height difference s/g porn???? ASKING FOR A FRIEND.
"You think you’re funny." Sidney isn’t jumping again. He’s not. He’s … “Come on, give it back!” he huffs, leaping up to try to grab the hat that Geno’s holding up just out of reach. Because he’s a dick. He’s a dick, and Sidney isn’t laughing. “Asshole,” he wheezes, unable to keep a smile off of his face. “I’ve gotta go and it’s fucking cold outside; I need that back.”
"Is right here, Sid." The tip of Geno’s tongue is poking out of his mouth as he grins, and it’s such a ridiculous expression that Sidney can’t hold back his laughter anymore. "Come get."
"You’re such an asshole.” Sidney jumps again, but the laughter’s making his legs too weak to get much air. “Why do you—shit.” He stumbles when he lands, crashing back against the wall, still honking out helpless giggles. “I’ve gotta go.”
"Poor short Sid." Geno waves it tauntingly. "You need boost, maybe?"
“No, I don’t need—uh.” All of the breath seems to rush out of his lungs at once as Geno steps into his space, sliding one thick leg between Sidney’s thighs. “G?”
"Close …" Geno inches even closer, until Sidney’s practically up on his toes, his cock stirring against Geno’s thigh when he rocks it against him. "There." He drops the hat into Sidney’s hands and braces his arms against the wall on either side of Sidney’s head, leaning in close enough for Sidney to feel his breath against his face as his lips curl into a smirk. "You still want leave, Sid?"