Carry On, My Wandering Blueline.

bokuwachikuwa:

hockeytown-gifs:

Some Stevie Y in 88 - Detroit Red Wings - 1988-1989

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rimonoroni:

siderealscribblings:

you’re twelve years old and you break your father’s hand when he hi-fives you. the first thing you learn is that the smallest slip up can hurt the people you love. your (foster) father smiles and says it’s okay (it’s not). 

your parents are not your parents. the idyllic farming community that raised you is not your home. you’re a You-Don’t-Know-What from You-Don’t-Know-Where. all you know for sure is that you’re not human. 

so you can fly. so you can run fast. so you can lift cars. so what? why do you even have this power? what should you even do with it? 

your father said do what’s right, so that’s what you do. 

you stop a robbery. the man’s knife shatters against your skin and you see the same fear in his eyes that you saw in your father’s when you were twelve. you catch a falling child before it can hit the water. his mother looks at you like you’re a god. 

they love you, even though they don’t know you. the most powerful man in the world hates you because they love you. 

you wanted to write when you were younger. you wanted to tell stories that needed to be told. you never wanted to star in them. you never wanted super-geniuses and demi-goddesses looking to you for advice; like you have any idea how to handle threats to reality itself. you’re just a kid from smallville who’s trying to do the best he can with what he’s given. 

you try and get back to the farm as much as you can. it feels normal being back among the open wheat; where everyone smiles because you’re that nice Kent boy. 

when you were younger, you pretended to fly, hands out to your sides and running through the tall grass by the river. it doesn’t look as beautiful from on high; the details get lost and the colors of your hometown blur together from a mile above ground. 

the problem with flying is that it puts you so far above people you care about

“oh but Superman is such a boring c-“ shut up shut up shut up forever.

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copepods:

the demons. they’re coming for me (fic ideas that i will never write but theyre soso good i promise)

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grandlarks:

Riches and Wonders - the Mountain Goats

we are strong, we are faithful, we are guardians of a rare thing
we pay close, careful attention to the news the morning air brings
we show great loyalty to the hard times we’ve been through (x)

“The Detroit Red Wings snapped a 42-year drought by winning the Stanley Cup with a sweep of the Philadelphia Flyers in 1997… Just one year later, the Red Wings did it again.” (x)

the Mountain Goats + hockey 4/?

photos: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

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avasetocallmyown:

No wonder you’re fond of her, Uncle. She must be a rare comfort to you.

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randomslasher:

flightsofwonder:

flightsofwonder:

being an adult is just saying to yourself “this is the weekend i’ll clean my [x]” and then proceeding to not do that because it’s the weekend and you deserve to relax, goddamnit

why does this have 85K notes

because we reblogged it instead of cleaning our [x]

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acheronist:

19 & 91 / eurydice: a play - sarah ruhl

@penaltybox14

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whatwouldcaptainamericado:

the best kind of captain america is the kind i know would disappoint my grandparents

(steve’s wonderful shirt design is by shop5! x)

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watermelon-converse:

It’s time for tumblr to choose

Road work ahead??? Yeah, I sure hOpE iT dOeS

Staaaahp! I coulda dropped mah croissant!

Oh hi thanks for checking in ✨still a piece of garbage✨

And they were roommates

Do it for the vine

Two dudessss, chillin in a hot tubbb, five feet apart cuz they’re not gay

Mother trucker dude, that hurt like a butt cheek on a stick

Happy crimus

Wouldn’t you like to know, wEathErbOy

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I’m sorry but I’m also not

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