Frenchpotato329 - Ooga Booga

boston bruins tallest and heaviest team in the league on average we're so back. against all odds (tiny captain)

I just call it the bathroom

got bullied at work for saying “gonna run to the restroom”,,,, what is it supposed to be called then 😔

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nhl players as textposts.. again

June 26th 2024 best hockey tweet(s) of the day

This is why they call him captain cunt

Maverick: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Slider: What's up your ass this morning?

Iceman: *enters* Hey

Slider: Hmm, nevermind

Maverick: *chokes on coffee*

y’all ever think about hangman’s “you give ’em hell”

same

and then I think about later on the carrier, when all the adrenaline is gone and they’ve retreated to their bunks and jake feels stupid for saying that when there were so many other things he wanted to say to bradley.

so jake’s rambling a bit, trying to both defend his line and insist it wasn’t the right thing to say, and bradley’s just very tiredly rasping out from his bunk — “seresin. hangman. jake.”

finally, rooster’s voice cuts through and jake stops for a second, and then — “shit, sorry. you’re probably in pain from the mission and I’m keeping you up and…”

and bradley, from his bunk, is just like “dude, you really love the sound of your own voice, huh?”

jake finally stops rambling bc he’s laughing and he leans over his bunk to look down at bradley. he can see how tired bradley is and bradley’s just smiling all soft, eyes barely open, and he just whispers a gentle, “you’ve got all the time in the world to tell me whatever you want, man. you helped get me home. I gave ‘em hell and you did, too.”

“…. I know. I know, but. I should’ve — I wanted to say…”

“I know. me, too.”

and jake just goes still for a minute, and then he’s getting out of his bunk and slowly sliding into bradley’s, careful to avoid the bruising on his chest and the cut that’s bandaged on his leg.

“this is definitely against regulation,” bradley grumbles, but he’s breathing out a sigh and tangling his fingers in the bottom of jake’s shirt, holding it like a lifeline.

jake just snorts and rolls his eyes. brushes his thumb over bradley’s knuckles.

“you can give me hell for it in the morning after you get some sleep.”

bradley’s snoring within minutes, still just barely smiling as he sleeps, hand curled against jake’s belly.