My favorite picture in the entire world.
The year is 2956. The NHL is no longer in existence. All of the players we know today are dead. Except for one man who skates on an empty ice rink, refusing to accept reality.
His name is Jaromir Jagr.
"We’re coming, we’re coming…"
Selänne puts on his skates and pushes Brodeur’s wheelchair in front of the net.
I Was Going To Reblog That Post Until I Saw The String Of “You Are Heartless If You Don’t Reblog This” Comments And Now I’m Scrolling Past It Out Of Spite
a musical number written, arranged, and choreographed by me
One lean, mean, Daedra serving, bandit killing, sweetroll stealing, Dovahkiin machine.
but what are the perks of being a wallflower
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