JUST A SERIES OF BLURS
Man Advantage: Neighbors form an unusual arrangement to share custody of a dog, and the pair soon find themselves falling for one another.

"There’s no such thing as luck," Jonny says, and Patrick groans.
"Are you serious? Last time she watched a game with me, Buffalo got a shutout. A shutout. Do you know how rare that is?”
"Why should I care if Buffalo wins?"
"Look," Patrick says, trying his best not to sound aggravated. Judging by the way Cabbage’s tail drops, he doesn’t succeed. "Look," he tries again, "if it doesn’t matter to you, then why do you even care if I take the dog tonight?"
Jonny mutters something, low and quick, and it takes Patrick’s brain a few seconds to turn the sounds into coherent words.
"Because I like her company."
Cabbage butts at Jonny’s hand and he starts scratching her ear - the floppy one, not the one that sticks up all crooked.
Patrick swallows. “I have an idea.”
They end up in Jonny’s apartment (because his TV is objectively better, and he has the specs to prove it), and by the time the puck drops, Patrick’s settled on one end of Jonny’s short couch and Jonny’s slouched easily at the other, one arm slung up over the back, Cabbage sitting on his leg. Every time a whistle blows, her tail slaps into Jonny’s stomach, and fuck. It’s cute.
It’s really cute.
The whole thing almost distracts Patrick from the game entirely, but then the volume rises, and when he looks, Stafford is breaking down the ice at full speed. He pulls it backhand and Rask goes for it, what the fuck, then Stafford’s flipping it in easy.
"Yes!" Patrick shouts. "Did you see that?"
Jonny chuckles. “I saw it.”
"Fuck you and your luck shit," Patrick says, thick with pride. "She’s a charm." Cabbage leans towards him, eyes bright, and he can’t help it; he buries his hands in her fur and coos, "Who’s my good luck charm, huh? Who’s Kaner’s little charm? Is it you?"
Cabbage’s front paws dance on the cushion between them and she surges up to lick his face. Patrick tips his head just a little, struggling to keep her tongue on his chin and not his mouth, and when she pulls back, he swipes one bare arm over his face and laughs.
Jonny’s eyes are on him, which Patrick expected, but he doesn’t look disturbed or judgmental. He’s smiling. He’s smiling, small and real, just a lopsided crook of his lips, so warm that Patrick can feel ears burning. Patrick tamps down, “That’s a good look on you,” says instead, “What? What’s so funny?”

Jonny shrugs one shoulder and lifts his chin towards the screen. “Watch your game.”

Man AdvantageNeighbors form an unusual arrangement to share custody of a dog, and the pair soon find themselves falling for one another.

"There’s no such thing as luck," Jonny says, and Patrick groans.

"Are you serious? Last time she watched a game with me, Buffalo got a shutout. A shutout. Do you know how rare that is?”

"Why should I care if Buffalo wins?"

"Look," Patrick says, trying his best not to sound aggravated. Judging by the way Cabbage’s tail drops, he doesn’t succeed. "Look," he tries again, "if it doesn’t matter to you, then why do you even care if I take the dog tonight?"

Jonny mutters something, low and quick, and it takes Patrick’s brain a few seconds to turn the sounds into coherent words.

"Because I like her company."

Cabbage butts at Jonny’s hand and he starts scratching her ear - the floppy one, not the one that sticks up all crooked.

Patrick swallows. “I have an idea.”

They end up in Jonny’s apartment (because his TV is objectively better, and he has the specs to prove it), and by the time the puck drops, Patrick’s settled on one end of Jonny’s short couch and Jonny’s slouched easily at the other, one arm slung up over the back, Cabbage sitting on his leg. Every time a whistle blows, her tail slaps into Jonny’s stomach, and fuck. It’s cute.

It’s really cute.

The whole thing almost distracts Patrick from the game entirely, but then the volume rises, and when he looks, Stafford is breaking down the ice at full speed. He pulls it backhand and Rask goes for it, what the fuck, then Stafford’s flipping it in easy.

"Yes!" Patrick shouts. "Did you see that?"

Jonny chuckles. “I saw it.”

"Fuck you and your luck shit," Patrick says, thick with pride. "She’s a charm." Cabbage leans towards him, eyes bright, and he can’t help it; he buries his hands in her fur and coos, "Who’s my good luck charm, huh? Who’s Kaner’s little charm? Is it you?"

Cabbage’s front paws dance on the cushion between them and she surges up to lick his face. Patrick tips his head just a little, struggling to keep her tongue on his chin and not his mouth, and when she pulls back, he swipes one bare arm over his face and laughs.

Jonny’s eyes are on him, which Patrick expected, but he doesn’t look disturbed or judgmental. He’s smiling. He’s smiling, small and real, just a lopsided crook of his lips, so warm that Patrick can feel ears burning. Patrick tamps down, “That’s a good look on you,” says instead, “What? What’s so funny?”

Jonny shrugs one shoulder and lifts his chin towards the screen. “Watch your game.”

princess-siddnttety replied to your post: “princess-siddnttety replied to your photo: “Rough blocking sketches…”:
TELL ME cause i have no idea. it’s so cute though \o//

Sometimes, when Jonny wants to be an asshole and talk to the dog while excluding Patrick, he lapses into French. There’s this one phrase that shows up a lot - it sounds kinda like “monshow”, which doesn’t make any sense. Eventually, Patrick catches “monputtyshow”. It helps; he knows that petit is a legitimate word, so mon must be a particle or some shit like that. That just leaves “show”.

It takes him a while to figure out the correct spelling, but eventually he plugs “chou” into Google Translate. And, really? Jonny NAMED the freaking dog? Without asking him?

And he named her Cabbage?!

(If he’d Googled “mon chou” instead of just “chou”, it would’ve yielded “sweetie”. It’s a term of endearment, Jonny tells him much later, and his tone of voice is less endearing and more facepunch-inducing. Whatever. Not Patrick’s fault Jonny speaks a language that’s so dumb.)

princess-siddnttety replied to your photo: “Rough blocking sketches are fun! :D”:
CABBAGE!!!!! :D

Yes yes yes! :D Can you guess how she got her name? It might have something to do with Google providing a far too literal translation…

feelsfictional replied to your photo: “Rough blocking sketches are fun! :D”:
ahhhh :D i feel like you’ve got pat’s nose down even in this rough version. super excited!

Eee, thanks! That’s awesome to hear! Here’s hoping the final version lives up to expectations. :)

*SCREAMING WITH EXCITEMENT*

Rough blocking sketches are fun! :D

Rough blocking sketches are fun! :D

thedearhuntress:

mathsturbation:

graduated cylinder

STOP

thedearhuntress:

mathsturbation:

graduated cylinder

STOP

dem0man:

Some of you are really cool folks and stuff, but you sometimes reblogs from people who either harrased me or harrased one of my friends and it just, really stressing…

I’m making this post as a “please, like/reblog this post if it’s okay to adress this and let you know about this person”.

In the same way, if I ever reblog from someone who is known for doing terrible things, please let me know and I’ll keep it in private if that’s your wish.

fygirlcrush:

officialjeffgoldblum:

i cannot believe this

Somebody help please I’ve fallen and I can’t get up

In-season success starts in offseason

svmadelyn:

(The article also features a video with players talking about their most hated exercises, including Kaner talking about hating lunges and split squats, along with Hall, Segs, Subban, and more weighing in on theirs. I’m just not embedding it so that people go click on the actual article. This is totally the sort of thing that should have all the pageviews, if that…matters to them? Like I know. ANYWAY.)

You might think summer is a time for rest and repose for the NHL player, a time for him to reflect on the past season and the litany of successes, failures and lessons learned. You’d be wrong.

After toiling through an 82-game regular season, enduring a physically taxing, travel-packed schedule, you might think guys spend their offseason in exotic locales, sunning themselves and swilling margaritas.

There might be time for such quick jaunts, sure, but odds are that the majority of their days and weeks are spent in the gym, hunkering down with much more punishing activities, activities that involve things like sled pushes, sprints and supplements.

Read More


Who is your Hart Trophy pick? (x)

Who is your Hart Trophy pick? (x)