betweenthepies:

How happy am I that Tater is the centre of this spread? Really happy.

How happy am I that Jack is on this massive poster in his rookie year? Very.

How happy am I that SNOWY is in this poster and killing everyone with the death stare? Ecstatic. So damn happy.

I AM SO DAMN HAPPY.

manicpixieshitpost:

theunvanquishedzims:

Hermione smugly presenting the findings of the international symposium that declared Pluto not a planet as final proof that astrology is made up.

But it turns out that’s what’s been throwing off everyone’s readings so a lot of divination quickly starts becoming more refined and accurate when they take that into account.

Hermione is hailed as a divination savant and that’s what she’s most known in the history books for.

this is some Arthur Conan Doyle shit

https://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/244696956/stream?client_id=N2eHz8D7GtXSl6fTtcGHdSJiS74xqOUI?plead=please-dont-download-this-or-our-lawyers-wont-let-us-host-audio

ookumspookumswastakensomehow:

hoosier1124:

tiredorcbutch:

livelegatolagrange:

themillenniumarmy:

alexacadia:

shadrow:

The smash hit of the summer.

I’M SCREAMING!!!!!!!

I’m… shook

Well I heard this with my own ears and now you must also.

JESUS

Y’KNOW WHAT THIS SOUNDS LIKE IT BELONGS IN?

AU where Thomas Vincent is like Carey Price for the Habs and Anton has a super obvious mancrush.

youcouldmakealife:

(by ‘like Carey Price’ I have interpreted as ‘all the awards/medals’)

By the time Anton lands in Montreal, he hasn’t sorted out how he feels. Shitty, as they say, but that was a given. What he really hasn’t sorted out is how he feels about Vinnie right now, about the gold hanging around his neck, gold they took on Russian soil. Mostly he’s wary of how he’ll react when he sees Vinnie. Vincent. 

Carrying gold home to Canada, him and Pointedexter. The fans will love it.

Anton has no time to adjust. Ten seconds in practice and Vinnie is hopping in, ignoring the slightly sarcastic applause to stick his face in the crook of Anton’s neck. “You’re still my favourite defenceman,” he coos, and then wanders off, and Anton ignores the way the back of his neck feels hot. 

nomorelonelydays:

nomorelonelydays:

where is my very soft time traveling fic featuring zimbits where they meet their grown-up selves with 2.5 kids via stanley cup magic just so I can read a scene like this:

Shitty (coming downstairs to kitchen for breakfast): oh hey Bob. I didn’t know you were visiting us. Nice flow, when’d you get it? Who’s the cute blonde dad behind you?  Also why are there children in the haus–
Older Jack (juggling his toddler, who is playing with his hair): …I’m Jack.
Shitty: haha okay–(focuses on Jack’s face, spits out coffee)–holy

who is going to write this so i can read another scene with Older Bitty meeting Younger Jack and telling his husband, “Oh, honey, look at you! Jack, sweetheart, you’re practically a baby! Can you believe I fell in love with this face 15 years ago? Gosh, it’s been so long.” and Younger Jack is just like….oh God Dad Bitty is hot what do i do while Older Jack kind of narrows his eyes at his younger self in a way that’s obviously saying ‘dont even think about touching my husband’ but then he’s like wait, Younger Jack is still technically himself so now he’s just confused