22nd July 2014

Photoset reblogged from That's Hockey Baby with 69 notes

topshelfthinmints:

A unique Chicago Blackhawks jersey.

(Via @innovativemomma)

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21st July 2014

Photoset reblogged from My Little Blackhawk with 210 notes

mylittleblackhawk:

Saadicorn and Crow Pony should of known Shawzy Pony is not be trusted. 

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21st July 2014

Photo reblogged from We Dem Hoez with 1,747 notes

kinghenrik:




so i’m doing a small shirt giveaway, six shirts in all. that contain justin schultz from the edmonton oilers, chris kreider from the new york rangers, brent seabrook and patrick sharp from the chicago blackhawks, as well as a feather shirt they sell at the UC, and limited edition henrik lundqvist shirt from the new york rangers. these are all sized ‘S’ in men sizes and have either been purchased from the NHL shop online or in person at the Blackhawks Store at the United Center. they have also all been used, some more than others (seabroook) but are in good condition! 
here is a post on how they look like from the front.
the rules or guidelines are very simple.
reblog (no limit on how many times) or like and i’ll pick winners by the july 21st, so that’s a good two weeks from now.
usa/canada only. i’m really sorry, but i have little experience with shipping over seas and i don’t want to let anyone down if i don’t do it correctly.
if you want to follow me that’d be rad, but if you don’t. no hard feelings.
also, if you have any questions my ask box is open.
:)

kinghenrik:

so i’m doing a small shirt giveaway, six shirts in all. that contain justin schultz from the edmonton oilers, chris kreider from the new york rangers, brent seabrook and patrick sharp from the chicago blackhawks, as well as a feather shirt they sell at the UC, and limited edition henrik lundqvist shirt from the new york rangers. these are all sized ‘S’ in men sizes and have either been purchased from the NHL shop online or in person at the Blackhawks Store at the United Center. they have also all been used, some more than others (seabroook) but are in good condition! 

here is a post on how they look like from the front.

the rules or guidelines are very simple.

  • reblog (no limit on how many times) or like and i’ll pick winners by the july 21st, so that’s a good two weeks from now.
  • usa/canada only. i’m really sorry, but i have little experience with shipping over seas and i don’t want to let anyone down if i don’t do it correctly.
  • if you want to follow me that’d be rad, but if you don’t. no hard feelings.
  • also, if you have any questions my ask box is open.

:)

Source: kinghenrik

20th July 2014

Photo reblogged from Chelsea, Chelsea I Believe... with 3,714 notes

sixpenceee:

LEGEND OF LA LLORONA (THE WEEPING WOMAN)
A popular hispanic legend. 
This is how it goes:
Long years ago in a humble little village there lived a fine looking girl named Maria. Some say she was the most beautiful girl in the world! And because she was so beautiful, Maria thought she was better than everyone else.
As Maria grew older, her beauty increased And her pride in her beauty grew too When she was a young woman, she would not even look at the young men from her village. They weren’t good enough for her! “When I marry,” Maria would say, “I will marry the most handsome man in the world.”
And then one day, into Maria’s village rode a man who seemed to be just the one she had been talking about. He was a dashing young ranchero, the son of a wealthy rancher from the southern plains. He could ride like a Comanche! In fact, if he owned a horse, and it grew tame, he would give it away and go rope a wild horse from the plains. He thought it wasn’t manly to ride a horse if it wasn’t half wild.
He was handsome! And he could play the guitar and sing beautifully. Maria made up her mind-that was, the man for her! She knew just the tricks to win his attention.
If the ranchero spoke when they met on the pathway, she would turn her head away. When he came to her house in the evening to play his guitar and serenade her, she wouldn’t even come to the window. She refused all his costly gifts. The young man fell for her tricks. “That haughty girl, Maria, Maria! ” he said to himself. “I know I can win her heart. I swear I’ll marry that girl.”
And so everything turned out as Maria planned. Before long, she and the ranchero became engaged and soon they were married. At first, things were fine. They had two children and they seemed to be a happy family together. But after a few years, the ranchero went back to the wild life of the prairies. He would leave town and be gone for months at a time. And when he returned home, it was only to visit his children. He seemed to care nothing for the beautiful Maria. He even talked of setting Maria aside and marrying a woman of his own wealthy class.
As proud as Maria was, of course she became very angry with the ranchero. She also began to feel anger toward her children, because he paid attention to them, but just ignored her.
One evening, as Maria was strolling with her two children on the shady pathway near the river, the ranchero came by in a carriage. An elegant lady sat on the seat beside him. He stopped and spoke to his children, but he didn’t even look at Maria. He whipped the horses on up the street.
When she saw that, a terrible rage filled Maria, and it all turned against her children. And although it is sad to tell, the story says that in her anger Maria seized her two children and threw them into the river! But as they disappeared down the stream, she realized what she had done! She ran down the bank of the river, reaching out her arms to them. But they were long gone.
The next morning, a traveler brought word to the villagers that a beautiful woman lay dead on the bank of the river. That is where they found Maria, and they laid her to rest where she had fallen.
But the first night Maria was in the grave, the villagers heard the sound of crying down by the river. It was not the wind, it was La Llorona crying. “Where are my children?” And they saw a woman walking up and down the bank of the river, dressed in a long white robe, the way they had dressed Maria for burial. On many a dark night they saw her walk the river bank and cry for her children. And so they no longer spoke of her as Maria. They called her La Llorona, the weeping woman. And by that name she is known to this day. Children are warned not to go out in the dark, for, La Llorona might snatch them and never return them.

sixpenceee:

LEGEND OF LA LLORONA (THE WEEPING WOMAN)

A popular hispanic legend. 

This is how it goes:

Long years ago in a humble little village there lived a fine looking girl named Maria. Some say she was the most beautiful girl in the world! And because she was so beautiful, Maria thought she was better than everyone else.

As Maria grew older, her beauty increased And her pride in her beauty grew too When she was a young woman, she would not even look at the young men from her village. They weren’t good enough for her! “When I marry,” Maria would say, “I will marry the most handsome man in the world.”

And then one day, into Maria’s village rode a man who seemed to be just the one she had been talking about. He was a dashing young ranchero, the son of a wealthy rancher from the southern plains. He could ride like a Comanche! In fact, if he owned a horse, and it grew tame, he would give it away and go rope a wild horse from the plains. He thought it wasn’t manly to ride a horse if it wasn’t half wild.

He was handsome! And he could play the guitar and sing beautifully. Maria made up her mind-that was, the man for her! She knew just the tricks to win his attention.

If the ranchero spoke when they met on the pathway, she would turn her head away. When he came to her house in the evening to play his guitar and serenade her, she wouldn’t even come to the window. She refused all his costly gifts. The young man fell for her tricks. “That haughty girl, Maria, Maria! ” he said to himself. “I know I can win her heart. I swear I’ll marry that girl.”

And so everything turned out as Maria planned. Before long, she and the ranchero became engaged and soon they were married. At first, things were fine. They had two children and they seemed to be a happy family together. But after a few years, the ranchero went back to the wild life of the prairies. He would leave town and be gone for months at a time. And when he returned home, it was only to visit his children. He seemed to care nothing for the beautiful Maria. He even talked of setting Maria aside and marrying a woman of his own wealthy class.

As proud as Maria was, of course she became very angry with the ranchero. She also began to feel anger toward her children, because he paid attention to them, but just ignored her.

One evening, as Maria was strolling with her two children on the shady pathway near the river, the ranchero came by in a carriage. An elegant lady sat on the seat beside him. He stopped and spoke to his children, but he didn’t even look at Maria. He whipped the horses on up the street.

When she saw that, a terrible rage filled Maria, and it all turned against her children. And although it is sad to tell, the story says that in her anger Maria seized her two children and threw them into the river! But as they disappeared down the stream, she realized what she had done! She ran down the bank of the river, reaching out her arms to them. But they were long gone.

The next morning, a traveler brought word to the villagers that a beautiful woman lay dead on the bank of the river. That is where they found Maria, and they laid her to rest where she had fallen.

But the first night Maria was in the grave, the villagers heard the sound of crying down by the river. It was not the wind, it was La Llorona crying. “Where are my children?” And they saw a woman walking up and down the bank of the river, dressed in a long white robe, the way they had dressed Maria for burial. On many a dark night they saw her walk the river bank and cry for her children. And so they no longer spoke of her as Maria. They called her La Llorona, the weeping woman. And by that name she is known to this day. Children are warned not to go out in the dark, for, La Llorona might snatch them and never return them.

Source: sixpenceee

18th July 2014

Photo reblogged from That's Hockey Baby!! with 763 notes

pensfan4lfe:

Tazer Selfie!

pensfan4lfe:

Tazer Selfie!

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13th July 2014

Video reblogged from That's Hockey Baby!! with 13 notes

puck-sauce:

"RUDE (The Dad’s Side of the Story)"

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13th July 2014

Post reblogged from Bruh with 1,421,264 notes

Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

stardusttx:

twirliest:

steampoweredplayer:

lollie-pond:

larryismyhallelujah:

thetasrose:

peachy-blisss:

myswagisnice:

I love my mom.

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I am risking nothing

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I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

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sorry followers :(

omg im so glad to se so many people love their mummy

Why’re you being mean to my mum?

goddamn it

Nope. Googled it. 15 minuets. Nope. Not taking any chances

Koop

This has 1.2 million reblogs …
Ps not riskin it

1.4 almost
ps not risking it

11th July 2014

Photoset reblogged from We Dem Hoez with 89,061 notes

thecutestofthecute:

Because Pitbulls need love too.

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11th July 2014

Photoset reblogged from Modern Fairytale with 338,413 notes

robelessd:

the holy trinity

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9th July 2014

Post reblogged from Chelsea, Chelsea I Believe... with 792 notes

Eight More Years

hawkeytime:

Eight more years of this:

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of incredible game winners,

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of awful dancing,

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of stupid smiles,

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and of Stanley Cup victories.

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Here’s to eight more years

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We’re proud to have built

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our team

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around you.

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