May 3, 2018
Stephanie Labbé is considered the No. 1 player in the country. To challenge herself, she won a place on the Calgary Foothills FC men's soccer team this spring.
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Stephanie Labbé is considered the No. 1 player in the country. To challenge herself, she won a place on the Calgary Foothills FC men's soccer team this spring.
tristarscoop replied to your post “Just went to see the killers and holy fuck was it awesome.”
How was the sound in the new arena?
It sound pretty good to me, but I am truly no expert about that kind of thing!
tristarscoop replied to your post “Welp. But highsnobiety forgot Harry has ///publicly/// stated he does...”
it was odd because in one spot they call him queer and in the end call him straight. But you're right, it needs an editor badly
yeah it’s weird, it’s almost like they felt they had to mention his statement about not labeling himself, but then like, wanted to ignore it because they don’t believe it’s true?
and ahaha oh my god, yeah, it needs an editor. there’s so many different ideas.
tristarscoop replied to your post “This fucking baseball game come on Brewers.”
700 dudes left on base and a gassed bullpen. This is going to end horribly.
oh my god like whyyyy couldn’t they have just won in the ninthhhhh. i had to shut my stream after the cubs home run. lol now i’m just complaining to my mom about it.
treat - Louis trying to be helpful around the house (cooking, cleaning, whatever) because Harry has to stay off his foot
“Love...” a hand strokes down Harry’s cheeks slowly, making him blink awake. His foot throbs slightly, but he’s gotten used to that by now. It usually does after a night on stage without the boot. “Wake up, darling,” Louis soft voice sounds again, and Harry blinks a couple of times, eyes focusing on Louis kneeling in front of him. He notices instantly that Louis is dressed, and he wonders for a moment if he’s forgotten that Louis has told him he’d be going somewhere today. Usually when they’re both home, they always wake up wrapped around each other, their sleep schedules synchronised.
Harry yawns, bringing one hand up to rub at his eyes. “What are you doing up?” he questions, shuffling to sit up a bit more in bed.
“I ran to the store,” Louis replies, sitting down on the side of the bed. “We were out of milk. I picked up some food at the bakery too. And bought stuff for dinner.”
“You’re darling,” Harry smiles, puckering his lips for Louis to kiss. Louis doesn’t need much prompting, luckily, his lips connecting with Harry’s chastely only seconds later. “What are we having?”
“Thought I’d try my hand at a bolognese,” Louis grins, reaching to Harry’s nightstand and grabbing the bottle of water Harry hadn’t even noticed was placed there. “Here’s your painkillers, babe,” Louis says, handing Harry the pills he’s kept in his hand and the water bottle. Harry accepts them with a smile, something warm and lovely blossoming in his chest. It’s such a small gesture, but the fact that Louis took the time to find Harry’s medicine and bring it to him is just so lovely. Louis is so lovely. The loveliest, really.
“I love you.” Harry says instead of thanks, but, really, it pretty much means the same.
It makes Louis smile at any rate, and that’s more than enough. “And I you, sunshine.” He replies. Then he crawls over Harry to settle down next to him in bed, a paper bag from the bakery held in his hand. “I got that cinnamon roll you love so much for you. And that greek yoghurt thing with the muesli and fruit they’ve started selling. And some of that orange juice, he squeezed it right in front of me, I swear, H. No concentrate for you.”
“You’re too good to me,” Harry murmurs, kissing Louis’ knit-clad shoulder before grabbing the yoghurt.
“Don’t think anyone could ever be too good to you, love,” Louis smiles fondly at him, “Don’t think anyone could ever be nearly as good as you deserve. But I do try.”
Harry feels himself blush slightly, and, honestly, what’s even up with Louis still being able to make him feel like this after five years with a few well articulated sentences? Completely ridiculous. At the same time, Harry is fairly certain Louis will still be making him feel like this when they’re 80 and wrinkled. It’s nice.
“You know,” Harry starts, pausing to take in a spoonful of yoghurt. He swallows before continuing: “You know, you don’t have to do all these things. I can still make dinner, I’m not an invalid.”
Louis snorts, and Harry should probably be slightly insulted but really he’s just endeared. “Well you might very well be on your way to becoming so with the way you keep going on stage without your boot.”
“I told you, Lou, it clashes with my outfits.” Harry pouts. The thing is, he knows it’s ridiculous, but the doctor said it’s not like a broken bone can get more broken, so it’s not like it could get any worse, right? That’s his logic at any rate, even if Louis thinks he’s an idiot. And, like, he’s a bit vain, alright? So sue him. Coincidentally he’s pretty sure Louis would if it were a possibility, suing him that is, and it could mean Harry had to end up wearing his boot. Oh, well.
“Fucking ridiculous,” Louis mutters with a shake of his head. He’s leaving crumbs all over the duvet, but Harry can’t really bring himself to care. Louis has been insistent on being the one doing the cleaning lately, saying that Harry needs to rest his foot no matter how many times Harry protested that he could do the dishes just fine himself. It’s a little bit sweet and a lot ridiculous. At any rate Harry can’t much bring himself to care about crumbs when Louis is the one who’ll must likely wash them anyway. And, besides, the sheets have seen worse things than crumbs.
“If I bribe you with blowjobs, will you wear your boot for the show tonight?” Louis asks, wiggling his eyebrows and stuffing the last of his pastry into his mouth in an utterly unattractive way. Harry’s engaged to a comedian, obviosuly.
“Dunno,” Harry giggles. They both know Louis has already tried that route and Harry still has yet to wear his boot on stage. Not that Louis isn’t a stellar blowjob giver. Honestly he’s the very best, Harry’s sure. “Maybe if you bribe me with eternal love and marriage we might be talking.”
“Done and done,” Louis grins, and seconds later when his lips meet Harry’s, Harry quickly figures that his cinnamon roll can wait until later.
tristarscoop replied to your photoset:jessimond tagged me to post my aesthetic with...
Moon man is always a good choice!
agree!!!! obviously.
tristarscoop replied to your post: “tristarscoop replied to your post: “tristarscoop reblogged your post...”:
You asked why bother hating Minnesota - its because of hockey. Also, I think it's part of living in Wisconsin, We just automatically dislike Minnesota. And vice versa for them, I'm sure :)
That's true. I get that I suppose. Lol
tristarscoop replied to your post: “tristarscoop reblogged your post and added: Can we just all agree to...”:
Hockey
Uhm. I don't even know if the Buckeyes are ever any good at hockey. But okay? Lol