Everyone’s talking about Connor wearing his pride tape at the devils pride night and while that in itself makes me so incredibly happy, I just want to highlight that there were a bunch of oilers players that wore it!! Leon, Nuge, Nurse, Stu, Bouch, Hyman, Kulak, Hamblin, Vinny, Janmark, Gagner, Pickard, and Foegle were all also wearing the tape and there might’ve been more that I missed. This was the devils pride night and it looks like way more oilers were wearing the pride tape!!
today i found out the hard way that if u screen record on ur phone and tell it MEDIA instead of media & mic that what actually happens is it uses the audio from your spotify and so here's the first day of BioSteel training camp to the tune pussy is god by king princess enjoy
It was around 1 pm, and you were still in bed. Noah spent all morning doing yardwork.
"You're still in bed?" He popped into the bedroom and went to open a window, he then turned around and leaned against the wall. Arms crossed, he was staring at you. He was concerned.
Too tired to talk, I nodded. Noah walked to my bed and sat down next to me. "You sick?" He felt my forehead with the back of his hand. I turned away from him. "What's wrong with you?" I could feel him looking at me from behind.
"I don't know." I said under my breath. "I just feel...sad."
Noah touched the side of my face and brushed the hair out of my eyes. He leaned into focus. He was trying to make eye contact with me. "How about we sit on the sofa for a bit? You don't even have to do anything. We could just sit."
I could hear the worry in his voice. He's only seen me like this one other time, and that was because my grandfather died.
Noah took my elbow and led me to the living room. He sat next to me quietly as I was in a trance-like state.
"I'm hungry. Which means you're probably hungry too. I'll be right back." Noah got up and left for a couple minutes, when he came back he had a slice of toast and a glass of orange juice.
"Eat. I promise you'll feel better." Noah set the plate on the wooden coffee table that he made. He sat in the chair next to me as he ate a BLT he made for himself. I picked up the orange juice, sipped from it, and had a few bites of toast.
"Is that all you're gonna eat?" He gestured to my plate. I nodded. He took both our plates to the kitchen.
"Hey, Noah?" I said once he came back. He looked straight at me, you could tell that he was relieved that you talking. "Can you read to me?" I asked him.
Noah smiled and picked up Leaves of Grass and began reading. His voice was so soothing you eventually fell asleep.