#puckfreak

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🏒 an identity related to being a hockey fan and a freak, a freak-ish hockey fan, etc.

what counts as being a puckfreak?

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anything really but heres a short list

being a freak and hockey fan seperately

liking hockey atypically

having hockey be your prominent engaging interest (link) and liking it more than is seen 'typically normal'

being queer and liking hockey in an inherently queer way

identifying as a hockey player without the external experience of one and being seen as a freak for it

not being able to be 'normal' about hockey and having your entire identity surrounding it

self indulgent, anyone can use.

puckfreak !

“ Oh! Oh lord bless yer heart, Ah ain’t know Ah was speakin’ to goddamn royalty! Of course honey y’gotta be gettin’ on, ‘n Ah’m so sorry to have been such a waste of yer time— ” Words tainted by a poisonous sarcasm, dripped from her wicked tongue like spittle. She offers him a consolatory pout, rubbing salt into the wound, feigning a need for forgiveness. Rogue allows her act to linger, then breaks into a guffaw, her laughter echoing through the darkened alleyway. “ Ain’t Ah believable? Coulda been a real Hollywood starlet Ah reckon.” A breath, and she flexes her hand, gazing towards the door.

@puckfreak liked  for  a  lyric starter.  ft  -  can't tell it all by hulvey.

“ Trust me, I know what it feels like to drown in my problems. ”

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❛      funny.     ❜          there are nights of patrol when he's coated in a sheen of nihilism set ablaze.     his jaw firm and his chest     (specifically,   his subterranean heart—and more so—the residue of feelings that reside there)      imprison him.     deadpan disposition indicates a sick need for a cigarette by this time of night,     off in some godless,     murky alleyway where he makes quick friends with the rats.     if only he hadn't been cloaked in the  disfavored mystery  of gotham's red night rider,    partnered with another masked freak who may or may not know of his identity.

Resting on his shoulder as she looked into his eyes. Using his frame to balance after a night out in the City that Never Sleeps. It was a necessary to have plans for the weekend. With that, she knew the fun would always followed Mary Jane. [ Sleep and boredom was for when she was six feet under. ] Alcohol in her blood always stirred up some problems after prolonged use, especially vodka. [ It was time to make a scene. ] Even if it were little white lies that needed to be spread, what was the harm in stirring the pot? ❝ I tripped and fell, I told secrets I shouldn't tell. ❞ Shrugging before yanking him away from the club, ❝ We need to go, Casey-O before the fight breaks out between the macho men. ❞ They'll eventually realize the game of telephone but it'll be too late. Red would already made her escape! ❝ Can't let them ruin that pretty face of yours! ❞