#nb19

[justagoddamnpossum]

[snowangel415]

Nicky’s back! But in Sweden!! Never thought I’d cheer for Brynäs but here we go 🥅🏒

[hockeydyke]

In honor of his return: the duality of man

[hockeydyke]

Do you know what I can’t get over? There’s this feeling I’ve had in the back of my head, like an itch I just can’t scratch for months, a feeling I get whenever I think about the Washington Capitals-- a sense that something is wrong, very wrong, and I’m the only one who realizes. I wasn’t able to figure it out until last week when the Caps instagram posted the photo of Nicklas Backstrom at the FBI visit and suddenly everything fell into place. The feeling I’ve had is the unnerving suspicion that Nicklas Backstrom will one day kill me, will one day kill all of us. Look at the man. Have you ever seen him as truly happy as he looks in that picture with Andre pinned underneath him, completely helpless? Have you ever seen a photo of Nicke smiling that big with his girlfriend or even his kids? No! The only thing that’s ever given him joy is this. Complete power. We’ve been fooled into seeing Ovi as the leader of the team, obviously, he’s the captain, but we all know who really runs the show. How many people are too afraid to dare go against Him? What threats has he silently given them to keep their silence? Does he sit there in the locker room with his unnerving, blank expression, his wild hair, those eyes that know too much, and keep them from leaving? Ever since I saw that photo I live in constant fear. Where will he find me? Will I be walking downtown through Gallery Place, rushing past the Verizon, no, the Capital One Center, to make it to the metro before anyone sees me, when I suddenly catch sight of him rising up from the deep on the escalator at the station? Will I turn and run, knowing well that I won’t be able to be faster than him? Or will I wake up one night in my room from a deep sleep to see him standing above me, wielding one skate like a knife? No. Not a skate. His bare hands. This is a man who will get the only joy he knows in life from reaching his cold, cold fingers around my neck and strangling me dead. He knows I know. He knows everything. It’s only a matter of time before he’s able to locate me and make sure I never 

[hockeydyke]

He killed Andre and he's coming for you next

[hockeydyke]

There he goes

[smashtherp]

HANG THE MOON

Featuring: Pola, Grace & Schatze

Grace: If our lives were a movie I'd know what to do I'd write every scene with my heart An R.K.O. Picture that stars me and you two And this time I'd learn my part I'd paint you some scenery We'd sing, and we'd dance From morning to late afternoon And when that scene is done Then I'd take down the sun And for you Schatze, I'll hang the moon Schatze: We'd wake up to sunshine Like lights on a set You'd reach out and there'd be my hand All day there'd be music, a perfect duet That flows from the white baby grand Grace: At night when you're frightened I'll play you to sleep That melody from Clair de Lune. And to fill up the sky, Past the clouds I would fly, And for you Pola, I'll hang the moon. Hang the moon forever So you'd never fear the darkness The darkness I've known Moon, protect my sisters So that they'll never be alone Never alone If our lives were a movie Then you'd be the star 'Cause now I know the role I should play To applaud all you do All the things that you are And just be there on opening day Pola: I know in the past That the lines were all wrong And the music was never in tune But the wish that I make Is for just one more take Because then sisters, I'll hang the moon All: I'll hang the moon above you So that you'll never fear the darkness The darkness of night Then you'll know I love you Each time that you feel the light Grace: Feel the light If our lives were a movie Then I'd cut away All the moments when I wasn't there Schatze: The scenes that are happy Are all that will stay Pola: The rest will dissolve into air All: As the final reel ends We might all shed a tear Grace: For the ending is coming up soon All: But when the screen fades to black We can smile and look back Grace: And for you sisters I'll hang the moon