Here is your new home, Bäckis. And the entire Washington Capitals are waiting.
We have barely had time to mention that we are from Sweden before the superstar Alexander Ovechkin asks the question that all of Washington wants to be answered:
“Backstrom will come next season? Tell him we need him.”
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Alexander Ovechkin is the greatest poster name in the entire NHL this season. But he is not a spoiled diva and he has an eye on the world outside. And especially the hockey world that belongs to the Washington Capitals.
“Yes, I was there when Washington drafted Backstrom and I was the one who pulled the sweater over his head. This was the only time we met. But I have followed him and think he could be ready any time from now. I really hope that he will be here next season. But is he doing well?” Ovechkin’s almost pleading.
Translation via Alex Ovetjkin (tragically defunct).
alternatively, our flights get cancel and we’re two strangers who rent the last available car together (it might be a little dangerous but we’re living on the edge)
and
we always carpool home for the holidays from college but a storm hit and now we’re taking the last room at the local b&b
and
we don’t know each other that well but i found out that you’ve never been sledding skating and feel like it’s my personal mission to change that
Words: 10k (I’m SORRY)
Note: So, a few things: I wrote most of this when I was either drunk or sick, so excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes. Second of all, you guys wanted one long thing instead of parts, so here’s 10k of word vomit. Third of all, this is cliche central, and I’m not even sorry. And lastly, I know Will’s family doesn’t live in Calgary anymore but I very well couldn’t have them drive to Sweden.
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“I hate snow.”
It’s meant to be mumbled under your breath, for nobody to hear but you; you didn’t even really mean to say it out loud, but it kinda slipped.
You really hate snow.
The guy that’s sitting opposite you looks up. So far, he’s been engulfed in his phone, but now there’s an interested look on his face as he takes you in.
“Why?” he asks.
As if that’s a totally normal thing to ask a complete stranger in the middle or a crowded airport.
You shoot him a dirty look, take a sip of your coffee before answering him, your voice deadpan. “Have you looked around you?”
The guy looks, as if he actually hadn’t noticed before that the airport around him has been getting busier and busier, the people there more annoyed and miserable looking by the second.
6 people who want bruins playoff towels who haven’t gone to a playoff game this year!!! Reblog this and I’ll pick 6 and of y'all and send you them!!! I’ll let you know by Monday before the game who has won. just a quick giveaway thingy. you gotta follow me tho.