i give you one more hug

no beloved teams only beloved players.

[workingforitallthetime]

forever too much to take

author: ferryboatpeak pairing: matty beniers/brendan brisson word count: 50K summary: “I’ll get married.” Brendan sweeps an arm down his body like he’s an expensive car on the showroom floor. “Who wants to wife this shit up?”

or: accidental marriage fic. read it on ao3.

[teex]

sanheim17 | 07.17.26

[workingforitallthetime]

i hope all the pwhl players felt beautiful at the espys and i hope they all had a lovely time and i will fight to the death for everyone’s freedom to express gender in whatever way they personally want to but my official position is that they are all so much more attractive without a full face of makeup

[yuribrini]

Vinny Desharnais on his time in SJ translation

Sans Restrictions | Ep 533

topics : the organisation (staff, Jumbo, Mike Richie), Macklin Celebrini, Will Smith (and their shenanigans), Ryan Reaves

the organisation

10:10 | his 200th game pr guy brought back the puck for him

10:20 | grateful for sj staff "good hearts" welcomed him when he wasn't feeling good about his game, will miss them

59:20 | we're talking about everyone i played with but Jumbo Joe i haven't played with him but he's always there. do you play fortnite with Jumbo ? no but he was telling me "oh i played fortnite last night fucking kids they're way too good for me". took showers with him, he went training then took a shower downstairs with the boys. he's still one of the boys it's funny you go in the showers and you're like hey what's up Jumbo. Marleau too, he's often there around the arena and when i was doing my rehab skate he hoped on with me. Mike Richie same greasy long hair all my rehab skate were with him he's my guy what does he do ? he does everything but he does nothing. he's always at the arena, always his skates at his feet, always doing guy's rehabs, but during practice he places pucks, coaches and players always mess with him. he loves hockey so much he's just happy to be there

1:01:30 | i was telling you about about staff i forgot but jumbo i'm sure if i see him he's like vinnyy and gives me a hug you know i was doing my rehab and he was training i'd be like "oh dj what are u putting on" "oh jucie wrld i love juice wrld" "no way dude me too" guy said jumbo's 14 because he plays fortnite and like juice wrld lmao

WillMack

11:15 | how are the kids there ? they are clowns. honestly it's like if i was back to college, they're like freshmen in college, they're always messing with you. at some point Toff's like "hey Vin can you help me i'm done with those guys". Toff's like the dad. i'm like the uncle like come here [he uses an expression "mononcle" which apparently is someone old-fashioned like alluding to physical punishment but its all sacarsm ofc]. sometimes i'm sat down not reacting and i'll say "Smitty if you try again i promise" and he's like "Mack, Mack" he goes and gets Mack because they always gotta be together, and they try again so i stand up and they start running away, like kids, literally. but that's why it's a good vibe, always smiling, always saying dumb stuff. and when you get on the ice it's business

52:50 | we talked about sid connor and mack did u get anything from them ? mack yes, smitty too both gave me a stick, mack wrote something on it too, it was really cool he took the time to do it. connor signed a jersey but i'll get a stick i'll ask him this year sid too and ovi

Macklin Celebrini

12:21 | he's everywhere, he did Worlds championship, he did Olympics. *talking about Mack's record breaking points* he was 19? he was 19. at the Olympics he was the guy with the most toi no at the Olympics he was the best player on the ice period no discussion you at 19 what were you doing ?

5:05 | [Connor's a gifted kid] Sid is more everyone together, family, Mack likes to be around ppl, eating with ppl, he likes to socialise

16:20 | mtl vs sjs when mack decided to score the goal speechless pause it was wild i was sat and i was like EH EH EH OH! then everyone in the bell center sat down it was a silence like what did the kid just do in front of everyone we were shocked

Will Smith

16:10 | some ppl dont see how good smitty is! he smells blood, sometimes you're like he's not doing anything today then bam he scores you're like where were you today didn't see you. not the guy you'll see during all the game, not same style as mack at all. can't compare but reminds me of sid/geno not comparing geno, his skills set is unique. smitty smells blood

Ryan Reaves

39:00 | rempe asked him, reaves said i'll go freeze a guy first, he hits a guy in the shoulder, most badass hit i've ever seen, turns around then throws his gloves like yeah now we can go you have my permission then they really go at it reaves hits him twice then pulls him down then looks at us says "little boy, he's too little, little boy, he's a little boy" then we had our first win of the season

40:12 | reaves is amazing, really appreciate this guy, such a team guy, he's always there smiling "mack fuck with me today..." for sure when he said that mack didn't do it he's 20 years older it's funny the dynamic between them they're close and it's fun, but he could literally be his kid, reaves kid's 11, mack is closer in age with the kid than reaves. always inviting to dinner making sure everyone's here always inviting out when i was like "yeah don't feel like going out" he would call me like "get your ass here" "alright then i'm coming" is he staying there i dont know he's got 38 games left for 1000. think about it, a guy like him, 1000 games, think about the courage, the determination, it takes everyday to be like ok who's the tough guy on that team and now it's less worse because there's less fights but every game you have to be ready and everyone wants to try [to fight him] and he's the one to decide

[workingforitallthetime]

7/11/26

[workingforitallthetime]

i got tagged by @litafordvsferrari some weeks ago for a wip meme and now it’s summer vacation and here’s what i got.

The dun-colored hill on the horizon hasn’t gotten any closer even though Will’s been running toward it for three miles. She reaches the end of yet another vineyard. Clusters of green grapes peek between the leaves shading them from the morning sun. A thin hiss of water spitting from a bend in the irrigation system is the only visible moisture in the arid landscape outside Livermore.

Her watch cuts through the beat in her airpods, telling her it’s time to turn around. She arcs across the country road. It’s not great terrain for a run: no path, no sidewalk, no scenery. But charting out eight miles was better than running hill sprints with Mack and his siblings. Will’s more of a distance runner. She’s built for the long game.

She follows her watch’s directions for the two turns back to the ranch, letting the endless ribbon of empty road to fall away under her feet. The day’s not hot yet, but it’s going to be. The hazy blue sky sprawls in every direction. She could see how this could be beautiful.

The stone gateposts of the ranch are visible in the distance. The faint bleat of a whistle reaches Will through the still morning air, and a moment later four figures round the bend in the driveway. Freaks of nature, Will thinks fondly about the whole Von Trapp pack of them charging up the hill.

Or freaks of nurture, more like. Will glances at her watch. Her heart rate’s right where it should be at the end of a tempo run. She keeps her pace steady as she nears the gateposts.

“Will!” Mack’s voice comes from above her, looking down from the top of the driveway’s switchback. “C’mon, sprint it!”

“Let’s go!” Aiden hollers. Next to him, Charlie claps, somewhere between encouraging and imperious.

Will stops at the foot of the driveway and shades her eyes to look up at them. The cheers from Mack and his siblings turn to boos when Will waves them off. She flicks sweat away from her forehead. After eight miles, she doesn’t need to prove anything to anyone.

A fifth shadow stretches over the lip of the hill, joining the row of Celebrinis. Will shades her eyes again. With the morning sun behind him, she can’t see Rick’s face. But she can guess what his expression looks like when he raises the stopwatch in his hand and tilts it toward her.

The driveway is long and steep. All the way down here, Will could be looking up at any of them. She breathes in deep and out slowly. Then she pivots and takes off on the same stride, stealing as many fractions of a second as she can before Rick can react.

It’s not like she’s going to clock a Celebrini time. But Rick must have an idea of what a good Will time is, and whatever he’s got in his head, Will is going to beat it.

Adrenaline gets her all the way to the turn before her legs recognize what she’s putting them through. She cuts the corner sharply. There’s a gap between the smooth curb at the side of the pavement and the rocks and grit behind it, like the land hasn’t accepted the intruding driveway yet. Will keeps her eyes on the trench and bares her teeth as she pushes past the burn in her quads. She forces breath into lungs that feel inadequate for the task. There must be only seconds left. She can hold on for seconds.

Mack’s voice is the loudest in the din at the top of the driveway. Will orients herself toward it, and doesn’t stop until the pavement levels under her feet. When she lifts her head, Mack’s face-splitting grin is the first thing she sees.

“Attagirl.” He catches her with a sweaty arm around her waist and lands a kiss on the side of her gasping mouth. “Baby’s first hill sprint.”

The soaked fabric of Mack’s shirt sticks to Will’s bare stomach. She loops her arms around his neck and smiles back at him. If it was just the two of them, she’d drift a hand down to Mack’s hill-toned ass, touch her tongue to the sweat behind his ear.

The damp strands of his hair tickle her cheekbones when she leans in for a peck. “Hang on.” Will skims the pad of her thumb along the line of Mack’s eyebrow, wiping a bead of sweat away. “I gotta breathe.”

“Okay, okay.” Mack releases her, backing off with his palms up.

Will knits her fingers together and rests them on top of her head. She arches her back and breathes in deep, looking up at the infinitely possible sky above.

When Rick reads out her time, Will ignores the numbers. The approval in his tone tells her everything she needs to know. Whatever the standard was, she lived up to it. She can feel Rick’s eyes on the stretch of her abs and the rise of her chest with each cooldown breath

Will walks in a small circle as her legs recover, turning her back to Mack’s family for a moment. Down below them, on the other side of the road, neat rows of orchard trees march toward the hills. Their leaves flicker faintly in the irrigation mist. The morning sun behind Will touches the back of her neck, the cut of her running shorts high on her legs, the crisscrossed straps of her sports bra. It could be beautiful here. It really could.

[funnyboneys]

(x)

[workingforitallthetime]

cannot believe that i probably walked right by gwyneth philips in tofino this weekend and did not realize it.

[loganes]

tyler the creator unfollow me now meme

[intovertebral]

_willsmith2 🇺🇸

via instagram

[careersincombat]

ravensbergen & wang getting interviewed by bosnian media in their segment about americans commenting on the us/bosnia world cup game 😭

[yavemiel]

Made even funnier by this instagram comment on Haoxi’s post 😂

[somewhatinvested]

Holy shit the ducks and flyers have generational beef now and its all because of Trevor Zegras

[workingforitallthetime]

The thing about the Ruck dad never having time alone with 1 kid is too real lol. I'm a twin and our mom would reliably get genuinely angry that we were always together and never got to talk to us separately (she was lowkey jealous of us, not very fun). Tbh something i've been reminded of in all of this Ruck media cycle thing is how many people genuinely find twins weird and don't understand what the relationship is like at all. Exoticizing is the wrong word but it's close

thank you for this insight from the twin trenches! i would like to assure you that here at workingforitallthetime dot tumblr dot com, we will never exoticize the ruck twins more than we do the fantilli bros.

[workingforitallthetime]

comrades, canada day is the most pleasant holiday i have ever attended. everyone is cheerfully picnicking on the parliament lawn and it’s not crowded and it’s not too loud and no one is littering or being a dick and the cops have rainbow victoria pd logos on their backs.

[workingforitallthetime]

a fun thing to do on canada day is to ask a canadian what canada day is, because they all have fascinatingly different answers

[workingforitallthetime]

i’m in line at the poutine truck on canada day! i am having a Cultural Experience!

you will note that the “poutine & burgers” truck actually only serves poutine, which seems apt.

[litafordvsferrari]

omg… maybe a paragraph or two from your trevor/kk fic from trevor’s perspective?

ok this ended up longer than that but ty for the inspo!! warning below for general misogynistic unpleasantness lmao

Trevor wakes up too warm and hungover, but there's someone in his bed and that's always a comfort, so he can't be too pissed at himself for last night.

He flops over to blink at the soft heavy body next to him and everything after the bar rolls back into his brain. Harvey.

She's snuggled up into the pillows, her sandy hair tangled from falling asleep with it wet from her shower. Her face is round and sweet, and the corner of her mouth only drools a little bit, and her hands are bunched up in the sleeves of her sweatshirt, making little paws.

Trevor rubs at his temple harshly with his thumb. It's not her sweatshirt - it's Jimmy's. Beats Trevor how it even got in his suitcase. He'd thought they'd worked through all this by now, all their stuff sorted out and returned to each other in bits and pieces over time. The quiet and polite untangling between them that Trevor's worked really fucking hard at, because that's what Jamie said he wanted, and Trevor has always given Jamie exactly what Jamie wants. No less, and no more.

Trevor rolls out of bed and stretches, cracks his back, stumbles into the bathroom and pisses. He blinks at himself in the mirror and debates pulling trig. Better to wait until there's not a smokeshow of a defenseman - defensegirl? - trying to sleep in the other room, he decides.

He pads back into the bedroom and flops down in the cuck chair, pulling at his pen and then stuffing a pouch in his lip. He opens his phone and swipes away every text, force of habit, there's always too many to sort through. He thumbs through the few threads he actually cares about and mostly finds Caufield telling everyone under the sun that he bagged Harvey last night.

Speaking of. Trevor pulls on his pen again as he considers her, her body laid out soft and pliant in his bed. From the chair he has a nice view of her, the long unbroken expanse of one leg uncovered by the sheet. A slim little ankle, a calf carved from stone, the delicate veins behind her knee, the thick thigh, the fucking dynamite curve of a hockey ass.

Trevor knows what he likes, by now.

Her ass is barely covered by the sleek black of her panties, the elastic stretching and bending, the hem of them sinking into that warm dark join between her legs that Trevor touched and licked and fucked last night.

He pulls on his pen again, adjust the half-chub in his briefs, and takes out his phone to open the camera.

Her face isn't in the pic, her head turned away and the hoodie covering most of her hair spilling over the pillow. Trevor considers the picture very carefully, poring over her bare skin for any hints of her tattoos. He'd nearly blacked out with jealousy and horniness over her Olympic rings tattoo last night. She hadn't let him suck a hickey into it.

No defining marks in the picture, just a hot girl in panties and Jamie's hoodie, splayed out in Trevor's bed. Before Trevor can second guess this move, he hits send.

Jamie is almost always slow to respond, sometimes doesn't respond at all. But he usually can't resist when Trevor does something really out of pocket.

He texts back within seconds.

Sick dude

Trevor grins at his phone. Got you, dickhead.

it's harvey lmao

never had 1oa pussy before

Holy shit

Deleting that pic rn

Trevor snorts softly to himself at the implication that Jamie had saved the pic for jerk off material without even knowing who the chick was. Maybe, Trevor lets himself hope, since he's hungry and a little stoned and he got lucky last night, maybe Jamie saved it just because it was a girl in Trevor's bed.

Trevor's left Jamie hanging long enough that Jamie must get to feeling awkward. He follows up with a titty pic, a girl's hands cupping her tits so they spill out the top of a lacy blue bra just a little. Trevor knows by the shape of her nails that it's Jamie's girlfriend. She always wears them in the shape of little coffins, which makes Trevor's skin crawl.

so sweet man

she ever let you put ur dick there

Nah not really

Theyre smaller than they look in pics

tell her you'll pay for a titty job

It is what it is

cmon man

if she's the real deal, you know

like forever

you deserve the best

The best like 1oa lol ?

she was so tight bro

and like muscular as fuck

all shredded and toned and shit

her body is insane

No shit?

Trevor bites at his lip, tongues the pouch into his other cheek, and looks at the sleeping body in the bed. The curves and dips and angles of it, the swoop of muscle, ligaments and bones. The medals and natties and awards that body has won, all the rest she's still going to do. It's hot that she's so good, good enough to hang in there with the boys at the combine.

kinda almost like a dude

lol

Jamie has a talent for keeping Trevor hanging, always just long enough Trevor thinks he's really going to get fed up and just get the fuck on with his day without waiting on Jimmy anymore, and then Jamie gives him something.

Haha that's crazy

Trevor waits for more. Hopes for more. Always hoping. He'd be pissed at Jamie about it, but the poor guy's a good kid, and he doesn't even know he's doing it.

Did you eat her pussy

Ah, well. It was worth a shot. But Jamie is very good at never taking the bait. Never rising to the occasion.

twice

I love eating pussy

yeah

i asked to come on her ass and she said no

i woulda sent you the pic

Damn maybe next time

nah probs not

she's got issues

You like crazy

You like it when it's kinda fucked

Trevor sighs and rubs the sleep from his eyes. His problem - one of his many problems - is that Jimmy has always seen right through him.

yeah

Trevor slips back into bed without waking Caroline, settling into the dip of the mattress just to be close to her, to smell her wearing his deodorant and Jamie's clothes that don't smell like him anymore because Trevor's had them for so long. He traces a finger over her eyebrow just to watch her nose wrinkle gently as she sleeps on.