Nothing funnier to me than picturing Danny Brier making his yaoi friendly trades, thinking to himself that his gonna reunite Trevor with his long lost soulmate and that’s gonna fix both them and the team through the power of love ecc ecc ecc….. and THEN having an Oppenheimer moment while witnessing in horror as Trevor meets Tocc and Lana del Rey stars ominously playing in the background
danny b watching tocc preach to players abt accountability and learning from your mistakes when tocc is working out demons re: absentee fatherism and then danny b thinks about how being a gm and caring for players is in a way healing his own horrible parenting choices and complicated father son issues so he can say nothing and has to sit in silence in his big office above voorhees
there’s a moment buried in one of kk and laila’s unbearable lives where they’re talking about potential future tats, and kk says she wants an infinity symbol (which is the emoji she used on that picture of her and laila she posted this weekend) and then laila immediately responds, “i’m going to get a gr8 tattooed on me for ovechkin.” just two women living through the same things but having completely different experiences.
A College Apartment, One Vermont Ranch, and a Childhood Bedroom: How 7 Winter Olympians Live When They’re Not Competing
“We know we’re there for one another…. We have each other’s back.”
Laila Edwards, 22, and Caroline Harvey, 23, eat, sleep, and breathe hockey. When they’re not at the ice rink, which is walking-distance from their two-bedroom apartment, they’re watching a game at home on the couch, positioned just below the bright red Wisconsin Badgers jerseys hanging on the wall. Upon their return to the University of Wisconsin each school year, they display their uniform from the year prior (Edwards, who plays both defense and forward, is No. 10; Harvey, on defense, is No. 4).
Like most college seniors with the end goal of graduation in sight, their schedules are jam-packed. They’ve got classes and need to study (“We don’t study,” Edwards says, laughing. “I’m just kidding!”) and they squeeze in time to cook and work out. This year, with the Olympics on the horizon, furnishing their pad was even lower down on their list of priorities. “Our apartment’s like a frat house,” Harvey admits. “We’re so bad at decorating.” Even their friends have noticed—but at least they hung a postcard on the refrigerator, Harvey points out.
Edwards and Harvey have been friends for over a decade. They met when they were 10 and 11 during a hockey tournament in Boston. “KK,” as Edwards lovingly refers to Harvey, “joined our team for a weekend, but she had a weird helmet and a weird haircut,” she says. They reconnected years later when they both relocated to Rochester, New York, for the elite girls’ hockey program at Bishop Kearney High School—and Harvey had “different hair and [a different] helmet,” Edwards explains, “so we became friends.” Rooming together in college was a no-brainer. In fact, “It made sense,” they both say in unison.
After spending their freshman year on campus, they moved into a brand-new apartment building, located very close to their practice facility. “It’s so easy to get to the rink,” Harvey says. “We’re able to have our own kitchen. There’s a yoga room. There’s a nice workout room on the top floor. There’s a podcast room. It’s pretty sweet.”
Coming home to your best friend and teammate also has its perks. “There’s a good balance of talking about hockey and then knowing when to not,” says Edwards, acknowledging how rare it is that they get to go to the Olympics together (it’s Edwards’ first Games and Harvey’s second following Beijing). And there’s no one else they’d rather have hype them up before getting on the ice. “We’re always blasting music, and we leave our doors open and just go kind of crazy,” says Harvey. Adds Edwards: “One of my favorite things before we’re going to a game is checking with each other to make sure the outfit’s good. It's like, ‘How does this work? Should I wear this shoe or that shoe?’ We can hardly hear each other over the music, yet we figure it out.”
TIME to go to laila's job and bother her while she's trying to work and get mad when she moves more than one inch away and say LAILA LAILA WHY DID YOU LEAVE and also look up at her like this when she's trying to talk to anyone else like for example customers because again this is her job. for normal reasons :)
and now it's TIME to go back to the restaurant where i bought our dinner because laila didn't like the salsa i picked out and i need to bring her a different one :)
some manningcest successionesque the tomgregness. the he sent him the same email 67 times in one evening. the yaoi that could have just been an email leak…
Haha, I just got some great sloppy knob. I just got some good top 🎶
You dirty bitch.
I just got some good top 🎶 Nah, he just heard me get some top just now. That boy was giving me the...pause. That sounded-that sounded... that sounded not...that did not- th- that did not sound like me talking. Hold the fuck up now. That did not sound like me...
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He said, 'Sir, sir I give some great top'. What the fuck? He's giving head on this bitch for fucking defibs?? *coughs* It's a good thing my girl know I don't play that shit.
