i hate all my friends

frozenbrimstone replied to your post “*looks at all the hockey reblogs, coughs awkwardly* oops…?”

I’ve also been having the same thing. like, okay, when did half the people I follow become hockey fans and why was it all at the same time.

batwynn replied to your post

I WAS WONDERING TOO. My entire dash is hockey, all day, all night. Hockey all the time.

My dudes, for real. All at once! One day my dash was Sterek and happiness, and how it’s hockey guys being all…hockey guys. Whatever they’re like, I don’t even know, because who cares about hockey.


spawn1644 replied to your post

From what I can tell, fans of Yurie on Ice and CP started watching actual Hockey (possibly because of curiosity or because they needed more knowledge for fic writing/reading), and then people just got really into it. At least that’s what I’ve seen from the people I follow who started posting it.

rhysiana replied to your post

So basically, a certain contingent of the omgcp fandom decided the Penguins were basically the irl Falconers and got super hardcore into watching their games. So you get a lot of Crosby as Jack, Malkin as Tater, and (not a Penguin, a Dallas Star) Tyler Seguin as Kent. And now they’ve started doing RPF. It’s getting a little extreme.

So it’s not Bing Crosby we’re talking about here. Lame, but I understand. We can’t all be swingin’ from a star, carrying moonbeams home in a jar.

Also this really isn’t making me want to even try to enjoy CP, I’ve gotta say. Invading my dash with hockey, of all sports, is so not the way to do it.


wellhalesbells replied to your post

I ENVY YOU THAT YOU’VE ONLY HAD TO DEAL WITH THIS FOR SUCH A SHORT TIME. THERE’S SO MUCH CONFUSING HOCKEY *FANDOM* RANDOMNESS ON MY DASH AND THERE HAS BEEN FOR AGES. I THOUGHT IT WAS A SPORT? APPARENTLY THOUGH IT’S SMILEY GOOFBALLS IN HATS HANGING ON EACH OTHER

OKAY I LIED, IT’S BEEN LIKE SIX MONTHS  AT LEAST BUT I DIDN’T WANT TO LOOK LIKE A CRAZY PERSON WHO’S BEEN STEWING IN THIS FOR MONTHS ON END UNTIL IT FINALLY BURST OUT IN A DRUNKEN TIRADE. BUT IT DID, AND I’VE HAD WINE AND WHISKEY GINGERS AND THERE’S A LOT GOING ON.

MAN, FUCK HOCKEY.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.