tj

massachusetts girl by day, retired u8 goalie by night

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hey will smith hockey when you listen to american cars by noah kahan are you also reminded of the crushing weight of saving a professional sports franchise or is that just me

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will smith hockey: hey mack do you think i should put the concert picture before or after the one of me golfing? well actually they’re both sort of landscape shots, maybe there should be something in between the two…

mack: you got the one of me with two fish right??

rick celebrini: macklin why did you send me a venmo request for gas…you’re twenty years old

charlie mcavoy: oh god it hurts to even smile. jesus christ my jaw

gavin mckenna: so what’s this mountain we’re climbing tomorrow?

rj: PLEASE FOLLOW ME BACK WILL OH MY GOD I’LL DO ANYTHING

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will: really, i think you need a terry bathrobe. they're nice for when you shower in the morning, right after waking up, and you don't want to fiddle with a towel or let you hair drip everywhere. i've always had one. it's embroidered with my monogram. i'll ask my mom where she got–

mack: can i plaese hang it next to yuors

gavin mckenna: no, i said backdoor, not bathrobe! you're the one having us drill cross-crease passes!

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will, humming to himself in his monogrammed pinstripe apron, carefully lining up each of the 16 glazed baby carrots on the platter of roasted veg and grilled branzino instead of salmon bc "mack, last time you got drunk you told me you think salmon looks like dog food"

mack, returning from whole foods: smit i got you your cinnamon rolls! they were out of the kind you like but i can pick the raisins out of these before dinner no problem

julie, working on her 72nd ao3 fic tagged Fluff No Angst, Slice of Life, Macklin Celebrini Loves Will Smith (Hockey), Will Smith (b. 2005) Loves Macklin Celebrini, NO AI I HATE AI!!!: do you think will fluffs up each of mack's four pillows for him every night before they go to sleep

misa, mid-COD campaign, surrounded by 23 empty gatorade bottles: dickkkkk im out of clean boxers again. can i borrow yours

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i know will smith hockey is drinking the fuck out of an iced matcha latte to combat this boston heatwave

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the will smith hockey harem

will vote

gabe perreault (esp on holidays)

aram minnetian

ryan leonard (occasionally)

men from sweden

zeev buium

macklin celebrini

bc men's hockey players c. 2023-present

rick celebrini

matty beniers

holland hockey academy man

2025 usa mens worlds championship team

empty and his brotherwife netter

kevin hayes is also there

sharks over the age of 25

sidney crosby

the bald boston maître d'

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more more more

[minyard-05]

love my hockey mutuals. occasionally poetry snippets or kafka quotes will cross my dash tagged "san jose sharks" and i have to think well i didn't watch it so who am i to judge. maybe franz kafka did write that about the san jose sharks

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[loglady1980]

kk’s on the field hockey team at smith college and works at the northampton urban outfitters and has a harem of lesbians that follow her wherever she goes and will’s a umass frat boy who’s studying econ and plays club baseball and they met on tinder sophomore year when they both thought they were straight

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my contribution to this godless website

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mack, preaching to his choir of bootcamp attendees on the same ice he grew up grinding down to a fine dust under his skate blades with his brother every morning before school in vancouver: you think your edges don't matter now, you think they're already good enough just because you made it to the show, you think you can slack off on your mohawks because you've been doing this drill since you were four years old. well guess what? they're not. and they won't be in our first game of the season. and they won't be in the playoffs. and they're never going to get better if you don't putintheworkand-

will: i made popsicles for after practice. yum yum yum.

[nosurprisetome]

when the sharks make the playoffs and wsh debuts the fag (family and guy friends) jacket for his herd of smith hockeys and will vote

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will smith hockey, carefully sipping his ruby grapefuit whiteclaw as he stares out at how the summer sunset reflects off the angular points of the boston skyline: let's go for a walk tomorrow, i can show you this brunch spot me and my sister like on beacon hill, it's real casual, good crêpes

macklin celebrini, drunk out of his mind: will yuo push me down the cop slide please

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i need every willmack rpf-fic-writer to know that boston college does not have fraternities. live out your wildest fantasies though!