#int: puck

[anderseva]

I'll know once I make it through my first year of teaching, but I'm hoping it's rewarding. I'm already trying to sink my teeth into one kid's marketing so I think I'm off to a great start. I bet you can't. How can I turn down an offer like that? Count me in, and if you play your cards right, I just might do anything you want me to do.

Probably a different kind of stress. It ought to be rewarding at least, teaching the next gen of you's. If this is you barely flirting, then I can't wait to see what yiu full on flirting looks like from you. How do you feel about Sunday? You come over early enough, and I'll make you dinner between round one and round two. Yeah, I'm alright with that, I'll see what I can get you to do on Sunday.

[perfectioncursed]

@theoriginalbadass gets a starter

❝I know you're going to say no, but just...hear me out, okay? matching. costumes.❞ Betty already felt like it was a losing battle from the beginning, but she had to ask Puck, of course. it was one of the benefits of being a couple around Halloween, one that she would hate to miss out on. ❝I'm even open to ideas. as long as they're not terrible, obviously.❞

[hinge]

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[bloodtwin]

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ABILITY SCORES, aka numbers adam pulled out of a funny, magic hat just to make puck more overpowered. for fun.

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BT PUCK

STR: 29 DEX: 24 CON: 22 INT: 14 WIS: 18 CHA: 16

TADPOLED PUCK

STR: 27 DEX: 18 CON: 16 INT: 8 WIS: 12 CHA: 10

EMBRACE DURGE PUCK

STR: 30 DEX: 26 CON: 24 INT: 8 WIS: 20 CHA: 18

POST-BG3 PUCK

STR: 25 DEX: 16 CON: 14 INT: 8 WIS: 12 CHA: 10

[xalivogel]

oh no, you chose kitty over me? how will i ever go on?

no can do 'cause i'm gonna be voting for my date. good luck, i guess.

[hockybish]

Jack needing ava's comfort

*This takes place after the death of a close family member or good friend

Jack ignored the new presence that entered garage. He knew Ava would come looking for him eventually, he has sort of been missing all day. His siblings chose to seek comfort in their person while he holed himself up in here instead.

"Jack? Lola said you'd be out here" Ava gently placed a hand on his shoulder. He shook it off continuing to focus on goal in front of him. "I brought water and a snack you must be hungry."

Jack ignored her, not saying anything.

He snagged another puck from the pile. He moved the puck forward and backward a couple of times before launching it toward the goal. The puck completely goal going far right, making a dent in the wall.

In frustration he hit the stick against cement. Again. Again he took a puck from the pile. Forward, backward, forward, shoot. Off the left post. Again. Again. Again.

Anger at the situation in front of him and the emotions from the funeral came bubbling up and Jack grabbed the twig and smashed int against the goal post. When it didn't break right away he continued his assault.

"Jack, stop it" Ava spoke up again.

She moved quickly removing the broken piece from his hand and enveloping him in her arms. Jack almost immediately broke down and started crying. Ava held him tighter. She ran her hand up and down his back.

"Why-why-why?" Jack questioned. His tears fell fast and hard. He let himself collapse into his girlfriend. He couldn't hold it in.

"I don't know Jack, I'm sorry." Ava did her best to comfort him. Eventually Ava convinced Jack to move back into the house and to their room. They laid together until Jack fell asleep.

[giselle-archive]

When is the party, and will it have a theme?

Also, Puckerman Express? Puckfasa? Nice word play there, but are you drunk? Or high? And will there be some of this at the party?

Yo, whaddup dudes? Better hide yo girls, 'cause the Lion King Puckfasa is back with a vengeance. Had to take a little time away from the college life to focus on me and make some fat stacks at the mechanic shop - 'cause ya boy be mutli-talented with his hands - but now I'm back and lookin' to dive right back into what it means to be in college. And yeah, you know that means ya boy will be throwing a mean party or two. Don't worry, though, Ms. Sylvester... Totally sober parties - no alcohol in sight.

Some things you need to know about me? The name is Puck and I probably fucked one of your friends or relatives - I'd say sorry, but trust when I say I definitely rocked their world - and when I ain't having sex, I like dirt-biking, four-wheeling, paint-balling... I'm an active dude and I like keeping active. I'm like a shark - if I slow down, I die. It works, though, 'cause it helps me maintain this killer bod that makes all the panties drop.

You wanna know more? Just ask. The Puckerman Express is in town for good.

[hinge]

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[konradolssonjournal]

Tisdag 27 februari 2024

Snabb runda runt Skeppsholmen, eller ja.. snabb och snabb, blev rundad av en 45-åring i sportiga skor rätt tidigt, det var uppenbart att jag gick i makligare takt, gick och fotade måsar mot dimman, isen som reflekterades i isen, inte optimerade jag för puls direkt.

Skönt att skriva med fingrarna, blir helt snurrig av alla röstinteraktion med tekniken, både med Pi, men också med Day One som fick stora delar av min avtankningi går. Notering: har märkt att det är skönt att bli av med dagens HÄNDELSER genom att diktera in anteckningen. Däremot att… tänka, reflektera, FORMULERA sig… då behöver jag fingrarna.

Det är fortfarande det snabbaste, mest effektiva, mest välformulerade jag kan göra, ingen oro över att tekniken ska faila mig, och dessutom erbjuder texten på skärmen ett slags överblick som man saknar när man pratar in i telefonen. Den perifera synen är viktigare än man tror.

Nöjd med att ha påbörjat poesi-skrivandet igår. Det tog inte många minutrar när jag väl satt med datorn, med anteckningarna. Man är inne i skrivandet, det är bara att formulera ut det, till en liten produkt. Tänker: ska jag ha en liten blogg där jag publicera det på? Ett Instagram-konto?

Avslutade dagen igår med att plocka upp Devotions, och börja läsa Dream Works, Mary Olivers bok från 1986 där Wild Geese och The Journey ingår. Snubblade på dessa rader:

there is still Somewhere deep within you A beast shouting that the earth Is exactly what it wanted—

Each pond with its blazing lilies Is a prayer heard and answered Lavishly, Every morning

Wether or not You have ever dared to be happy, Whether or not You have ever dared to pray

Ur: Morning Poem.

Inser att iPad är sämst för poesi Den rättar varje inledande liten bokstav till stor

Läser Lauren Sherman i Puck, skvaller och insikter från modebranschen. Jag vill vara mer här, insikterna, läsningen. Där finns mitt bästa arbete också.

Ser ett klipp på Instagram från en indisk produktivitetsexpert. Han säger att varje oavslutad arbetsuppgift stannar i arbetsminnet, hjärnan vill inte släppa det som inte är slutfört. Gör man det tillräckligt många gånger blir hjärnan överfull. Man blir överväldigad, stressad. Det är där det kommer ifrån. Det är bättre att avsluta uppgifterna. Jobba på en sak åt gången. Självklart, såklart, men aldrig hört det sägas på det sättet.

Isen som krossat glas i Nybroviken.

Där en mening som fastnat, som kan bli ett poem.

[cocktailsfairytales]

It’s Mother-Pucking Christmas!

by Alina Jacobs

Publication date: November 21st 2024

Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Holiday, Romance

Synopsis:

When your grandmother stalks the star hockey player on the rival team because “You need a husband, Dakota—you’re not getting any younger!” it’s Christmas crazy on ice.

It is not, however, the start of our great love story.

I don’t date guys on that team.

He doesn’t do casual, drunken hookups, which is all the captain of the Icebreakers is getting from moi.

I give him the finger and tell him I hope he loses his teeth out there.

He smirks and wins the game because both this Christmas season and this hockey season are a fucking scam.

Then my younger, much dumber brother informs me that he owes his bookie a bunch of money and really needs the Icebreakers to lose their next game, and could I pretty please be an amazing big sis and date their captain then break his heart so he’ll suck and lose the game—otherwise little bro will get killed, or worse, our mom will find out.

As much as I eye roll my overly large, overly loud family, I’d do anything for them.

Including date the captain of the Icebreakers.

Barf.

Ryder is a Boy Scout. He doesn’t swear. He uses words like ma’am and sir. On our date, he opens my door, pulls out my chair, and helps me with my coat. He even volunteers at the local animal shelter and loves handmade sweaters.

No, it is not cute! Three warm, gooey cinnamon rolls dressed up as a six-five, hot AF hockey player are not my type.

At all.

Nope.

Santa better bring me something nice this Christmas for all my pain and suffering!

In bed though?

Let’s just say sleeping with the captain of the Icebreakers… is not going to be a problem.

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[divklick]

Förstå Ringette Regler: En Guide till Spelets Grunder

Ringette är en snabb och teknisk sport som påminner om ishockey men har sina egna unika regler och strukturer, kända som ringette regler. Denna sport spelas främst av kvinnor och fokuserar på lagarbete, precision och hastighet, vilket skapar en dynamisk upplevelse på isen.

En grundläggande regel inom ringette är att spelare använder en ring i stället för en puck och att klubborna är utan blad, vilket gör att spelarna måste skjuta, passa och kontrollera ringen genom ett hål. Lagen består vanligtvis av fem utespelare och en målvakt, där målet är att samarbeta för att göra mål i motståndarens bur.

Ett viktigt inslag i ringette regler är den så kallade "free play line", en linje i varje försvarszon där endast tre utespelare från varje lag får befinna sig åt gången. Detta begränsar antalet spelare i en specifik zon och främjar både snabbhet och strategisk skicklighet. Denna regel skiljer sig från ishockey och uppmuntrar till större samarbete och struktur i spelet.

En annan viktig regel är "skottrutan". Endast spelare som befinner sig inom denna yta får skjuta på mål. Detta gör att anfallsspelet blir mer fokuserat och minimerar kaos runt målet. Dessutom är "passering över blå linje"-regeln särskilt viktig, eftersom ringen måste passas över linjen och inte bäras, vilket uppmuntrar till lagarbete och passningsspel.

Ringette regler är skapade för att säkerställa ett snabbt, samarbetsinriktat och tekniskt spel som både utmanar och engagerar spelarna. Genom att lära sig dessa regler kan både spelare och åskådare få en djupare förståelse för sporten och uppskatta dess unika element.

[rorydflanagan]

That’s alright with me. We could also alternate who has the key, unless someone just wants to keep up with it at all times.

Not gonna lie, y'all probably don't want me to keep the key. I'll bunk with you, Stevie, but which bed? I don't mind the pull out one if you don't.

[hinge]

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[lord-christer-gustafsson]

Se Instagram Boursinbakad lax med vit sparris och råstekt potatis Dagens måltid i samarbete med @boursin_sverige och @smakbox där jag fått boursinost i en box. Det är något alldeles speciellt med kombinationen av krämig Boursin-ost, saftig lax och färsk vit sparris. När dessa ingredienser möts på tallriken skapas en symfoni av smaker som får smaklökarna att dansa. Laxen bakas i ugnen, täckt med ett generöst lager av Boursin-ost som smälter ner och ger varje tugga en smakexplosion. Vid sidan om serveras knaprigt råstekt potatis – gyllene och frasiga på utsidan, mjuka och smakrika på insidan. Den vita sparrisen, lätt pocherad för att behålla sin naturliga sötma och krispighet, kompletterar rätten till perfektion. 🛒 Ingredienser 2 personer 2 bitar lax 5 potatisar, skalade i klyftor 1 puck boursin vitlök och örter 1 dl grädde 1 citron saften 6 Färska vita sparris Färsk timjan Salt och Peppar Olivolja Smör 1 msk persilja, finhackad 🔪 Tillagning Sätt ugnen på 175 grader ⏲ Salta och peppra laxen och lägg i en inoljad ugnssäker form ⏲ Vispa boursinosten med grädden och hälften av citronsaften till en len smet ⏲ Täck laxen med ostblandningen och baka i ugnen under 20-30 minuter ⏲ Skala och bryt av ca tre cm av sparrisens nedersta del ⏲ Koka sparrisen med resten av citronsaften, timjan och salt i en minut ⏲ Ta sparrisen från värmen lägg lock på och låt dra i ca 13 minuter ⏲ Råstek potatisen i smör, salta och peppra samt strö i persilja mot slutet 🛎 Servera laxen med såsen, sparrisen och potatis 🍽 Missa inte något inlägg eller recept genom att Följa 👉 @the.real.cg.lagar.mat ✨ Lägga till @the.real.cg.lagar.mat som favorit 🌟 Sen skulle jag bli superglad om du Gillar 👍 Sparar recept 🍝 Kommenterar 💬 Delar inlägg 🤩 #smakbox #smakboxtävling #boursinsverige #smakboxstund #vardagsmat #snabblagat #lax #boursin #sparris #vitsparris #matobak_se @boursin_sverige @smakbox @audgeirrknives⁠ @khmer_pepper⁠ @conantswe http://dlvr.it/T96g7S För mer

[fleurdeneuf]

[anderseva]

That doesn't help when it comes to actually raising kids. I'd be so lost as a parent, which is why I'll leave it to the rest of y'all. I love how you always make a point to call me hot, but thank you. You're not so bad yourself, birthday boy. I would love a water park date. We can map out the details when I see you at the cookout. I would never disappoint you or myself like that, so don't worry, you'll get it.

Don't you work in PR or social media or something? You could probably get these kids in line better than most. You speak their language and you're hot. That's got nothing to do with anything, just wanted to bring it up. That depends, how do you feel about a water park date? I didn't say where in the top two it was, damn. Imma hold you to that 'cause i'm gonna eb sad if at the end of the day my face wasn't being suffocated by your nether region.

[sorryjustafangirl]

defender

a/n: based on this gif which we all, very reasonably, reacted over. i couldn't not write something. i hope you all enjoy!

pairing: Mat Barzal x gn!reader

work count: 1.6k+

warnings: mentions of fighting and i think that's it

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and real person fiction if you don’t like that, please don’t read! also the gif isn’t mine! all credit to the wonderful gif-maker!

You had Anthony to thank for your newfound happiness. 

When he found out you worked in New York, he was eager to reconnect and catch up like the old friends you were. You’d told him about your new job, he talked about his position in the Islanders, and you both caught up on the family drama of your shared hometown. When the topic of relationships came up, Beau raved about his partner Amy and was quick to start scheming when you told him you hadn’t been on a date in a while. You protested, but he would not let it go until he had set you up on a date with his best friend. 

“Please, it’s my two best friends. You’ll be a perfect match,” He had said. 

And he was right. From the moment you sat down in that restaurant, it was instant chemistry. Mat had warned you of how intense it could be to be the partner of an NHL player, much less one of the stars of the team like himself. So, he suggested that you keep…whatever was starting between the two of you on the more private side of things. He didn’t want anything to jeopardize what was shaping up to be the best relationship he’d ever had. 

Since your relationship with Mat was fairly new, you opted to sit in the upper bowl with Amy watching your first Battle of New York. It wasn’t the first game of Mat’s you’d seen (but it was the fifth), and you thought you’d seen everything you’d ever see in a game. 

Boy, were you wrong. 

Within the first period alone, there had been more hits than you remember a hockey game having. Reaves had been hanging around your boyfriend the whole period, just mouthing off. You figured it was just typical trash talk, and thus nothing Mat and his big mouth couldn’t handle, but when you saw him yelling from the bench, you got a little bit more nervous. Throughout the rest of the second period, the two of them were rougher, a couple cross-checks that went unseen by the refs, more mouthing off. Tensions were high going into the third period, the game still scoreless. It wasn’t until Bailey scored that it turned to something more. 

The Islanders were deep in the Rangers zone and had been for more than a couple minutes, trying to cement their lead. Reaves had matched up next to Mat and as soon as the puck dropped, the gloves did too. 

They were circling each other, their hands circled tight in fists. From your seats you couldn’t see much, so you focused on the jumbotron. Reaves made the first move, grabbing him by the jersey and throwing a right hook. Mat went down on one knee but wrapped his arms around Reaves and hoisted himself back on his feet. He threw a few blind punches, one of them connecting with the helmet. They exchanged a few more punches with each other before Mat lost his footing and they both went down, the refs finally stepping to break them apart. They were both headed to the box, blood dripping from Mat’s face. You looked onto the ice and saw the faintest red marks where there shouldn’t be red, and you felt your stomach churn a little. 

“Whoof, well, I’m sure you two will have fun tonight,” Amy lightly laughed, trying to get your focus back from what had just happened on the ice. You nodded along to her words, thoughtlessly, as your eyes were trained on your boyfriend’s blood on the ice. It felt like no time had passed before the final buzzer rang, resulting in a 1-0 win for the Islanders. Amy led you down to the parking garage and made small talk with you, even though your responses were limited to one word answers with the amount of worry running through your mind. You’d never seen Mat so angry or intense in any of his games. 

Beau came out of the arena and into the underground parking, first greeting Amy before turning to you. You didn’t have to ask before he answered the only question that had been in your head since the fight. 

“He’s okay. He’ll be out in a while.” 

You let out a sigh of relief and swallowed the lump in your throat. “What…Do you know why he got so worked up tonight?” 

“I don’t think you want to know,” He said quietly. 

“Beau, please. I don’t know how to help him if…if I don’t know why he reacted like that.” 

He sighed. “All I heard was something about ‘manning up’. What Reaves said at the circle that really set him off, I don’t know. I didn’t hear that part.”

“Thank you. Have a good night you two,” you told them, once they saw Mat come out into the parking garage and they went to Anthony’s car. Once he got closer, you saw he had a cut above his eyebrow and his knuckles were split. You held your hand out and he took it in his, squeezing it a tad. You walked over to his car, silently getting into the passenger seat. The drive back to his place was quiet, only the sound of lo-fi beats playing in the background breaking it. 

When you got back to his place, you silently dragged him to the bathroom. You told him to sit on the toilet while you rummaged under his sink to find some first aid supplies. The antiseptic, the band-aids, the butterfly clips, the cotton gauze, everything you thought you might need was placed on the counter. 

You met Mat’s eyes through the mirror, and got a good look at the bruising forming around his eye. You took one of the gauze pieces and put the antiseptic on it, walking over to stand between his legs as you wiped away the dried blood. 

“What did he say that got you so worked up?” You asked, after he hissed one particular contact after his cut.

“Nothing.”

You took the wipe off his eyebrow, looking him in the eyes. “I don’t think it’s nothing if I’m bandaging you up.” 

“Fine, it was something. Just not something I want to repeat.”

“Tell me what he said.” Immediately, he was shaking his head and you pulled away from him, stopping your actions. You sighed. “Mat, I know that this,” you gestured between the two of your bodies. “is new, but you..can tell me stuff. We’re a team, I don't want you to have to hold this burden all on your own.”

He takes a few deep breaths as you continue to look at him. He looks down at his hands, his fingers rubbing over the now bruising skin. 

“At first it was just typical trash talk. Saying how like I wasn’t living up to the star they kept saying I am. But then he started to mention stuff about…” He took a deep breath, and you traced over his knuckles before intertwining your fingers with his. “Then he said stuff about you. How I only showed glimpses of you on Instagram. How I wouldn’t man up and actually commit to a relationship. Because if I did, if I showed you off, someone else would come and sweep you away. I shook it off because we were winning but then… he called you ‘my dirty little secret’. And I don’t know I just- I just snapped. He said that and I just saw red. It was like I couldn’t help it and my hands moved before my body.” 

You dropped his hand and felt tears start to well in your eyes a little bit because he just… he defended you. He defended this relationship. Without thought, it was his instinct to fight for you, to defend you and your relationship. Even though you’d only been seeing each other for a little while, he believed enough in what you two were, to defend you against someone who barely even knew him. 

He saw the tears well in your eyes and immediately leaned back, his heart dropping. He’d heard from Beau that you didn’t like fighting – something in your past – and he’d heard from his mom that the fighting he so rarely engaged in was scary. The last thing he ever wanted to do was scare you. 

“I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to make you scared of me,” He mumbled, but before he could elaborate on that, you had barrelled into him, your arms tight around him. You heard the gasp leave him, before his arms were wrapped around you just as tightly. 

“You defended me, Mat. Defended us. I-I could never be scared of you when you–you didn’t have to do that but you did. I— thank you.”

“Of course I was going to defend you.” He pulled back and ran a hand over the back of your head. “I couldn’t not do that, we’re a team, remember? I wasn’t going to let him get away with such bullshit. You’re… you’re way too important to me to let things like that slide.”

“You’re really important to me too. Typically, boyfriends are really important.”

He lifted his eyebrows and a smirk came across his face. “Boyfriend, eh?” 

“If you want to be,” you said, biting your lip.

“Oh hell yeah, I want to be,” he said, pulling you in for a kiss. “I’ll try to be the best boyfriend too.”

“You already are. No one else could sweep me away.” You brushed a stray hair out of his face. “You defended me against someone you didn’t have to, you comfort me when I need it, and you make me laugh all the time. You are enough and I want you, and no one else, to be my boyfriend.”

“How did I get so lucky?” His thumb brushed your cheek, and you smiled into him, pressing a kiss to the inside of his palm. 

“I think I’m the lucky one. Now, can I finish patching you up or am I just going to have this band aid in my hand forever?” 

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[cocktailsfairytales]

Ice Ice Maybe

by Rich Amooi

Publication date: September 24th 2024

Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance

Synopsis:

“I want you to date my daughter.”

Those seven words hit Nolan Reid like a puck to the head.

Once destined for NHL stardom, a skiing accident left Nolan driving the Zamboni for the San Diego Sea Lions. But his humble life of maintaining the ice is about to get complicated.

The billionaire owner’s insane plan? Nolan fake-dates his daughter Zena to ignite her ex’s jealousy. The twist? Said ex is the team’s star player, and his green-eyed monster apparently fuels goals.

Suddenly, Nolan’s navigating a minefield of pretend kisses, all-too-real feelings, and death glares from a human sequoia oozing enough testosterone to give him secondhand chest hair.

With sparks flying, the playoffs looming, and her ex itching to use him as a toothpick, Nolan is playing a high-stakes game of Jealousy Jenga that could crumble any moment.

But for a shot at love with Zena? He might just risk it all.

Ice Ice Maybe is closed door, fake-dating, opposites attract, forced proximity, hockey romance with humor, heart, and loads of romantic comedy fun. No third-act breakup.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/219075467-ice-ice-maybe

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Rich Amooi is a Taleflick Discovery Winner, Readers' Favorite Gold Medal Recipient, Holt Medallion Finalist, and the bestselling author of 24 romantic comedies. A former radio personality and wedding DJ, Rich now writes romantic comedies full-time in San Diego, California, and is happily married to a Spanish Princess. He believes in silliness, infinite possibilities, donuts, gratitude, laughter, and happily ever after.

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[divklick]

Vad är ringette på franska: En snabb förklaring

Ringette är en lagsport som liknar ishockey men med några unika skillnader, särskilt populär bland kvinnor. Den uppfanns i Kanada på 1960-talet och spelas på is med en ring istället för en puck. Men hur förklaras ringette på franska? Det franska namnet för ringette är precis samma, men sporten är inte lika känd i fransktalande länder. Sporten fokuserar på snabbhet, skicklighet och lagarbete, vilket gör den både utmanande och spännande. Vad är ringette på franska? Det är en fascinerande sport att upptäcka!