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NHL Scout Bitty AU (with a twist)

I would like to preface this by saying i know nothing about how real hockey stuff works, so the whole premise of this is probably completely impossible. BUT-

  • AU where Bitty goes into the NHL after college, does one or two seasons and realises it isn’t really for him and/or gets a slightly more than minor injury and decides to quit
    • but he doesn’t want to leave that field because he loves it there and has made lots of friends in the Falconers team and their management
    • somehow most of the SMH team have ended up around there too
  • Anyway, he decides to take on a sort of mentoring/coaching role because he was an unusual player and passing that style onto others will give the Falconers an edge. But in addition to this, he also works as a scout for new players.
    • Bitty was the first out NHL player, so maybe he particularly likes his scouting job for how many people he comes across that tell him they’re only trying out for the NHL because of him.
    • He gets known for his ability to persuade anyone into anything. Bitty’s southern charm and otherworldly pies have tempted many a player away from bigger, more established teams. If there’s someone you really want, or who will be a hard sell, you send Bitty.
  • So Bitty has spent a year or so in this job which he loves when Georgia approaches him with a task: 
    • Jack Zimmermann, prodigy son of Bob Zimmermann (and for the purpose of this AU only one or two years older than Bitty otherwise this probably doesn’t make sense), who has barely been heard from since his less than graceful exit from the hockey world, has recently been seen skating at a charity game run by his parents. Skating really well against a lot of the best ex-players around.
    • Bitty is to go find him and try to persuade Jack to sign with the Falconers, who think that Jack could be just what the team needs.
  • So Bitty packs his case, puts on three extra layers and the biggest coat he owns, and catches the next flight out to Canada.
    • Bitty lands, full of enthusiasm and excitement (he possibly had a small thing for Jack when he was younger and followed his career in the Q). 
    • However, his first meeting with Jack does not go well. At all.
    • Bitty didn’t expect it to be an easy job, exactly, but he never thought it would be so difficult either. 
    • Jack is completely disinterested in his job offer to the point of being rude. He hears Bitty out, but refuses categorically to even consider the offer, and, to make things even worse, looks Bitty up and down as he leaves the room, gives him a pitying look as if to say you used to be in the NHL? then says “You should eat more protein”. Straight to Bitty’s face!!
  • But Bitty is not a quitter, and refuses to be so easily deterred. There’s a reason he is sent on the hard jobs, and he is determined to win Jack over even if he has to stay in this cold horrible country for the next six months to do it.
  • So Bitty tries to woo Jack into the NHL in every way he knows how.
    • He bakes him multiple pies until he finds his favourite.
    • As his charm doesn’t seem to work on Jack, he ingratiates himself with Jack’s parents, who are actually lovely people he will definitely be keeping in touch with (Bitty has a bit of an internal freak-out that the Bad Bob Zimmermann asked him to help teach him how to bake his maple sugar crusted apple pie, and that the Alicia Zimmermann, style icon, said she liked Bitty’s outfit).
    • He even manages to get Jack to go skating with him, and shows off some of him figure skating moves, which seems to surprise Jack if not impress him. Jack does appear to enjoy himself, though, and the two have a fun time on the ice.
  • However, after a few weeks with no luck, Bitty is almost ready to give up.
    • Finally, he decides to have a frank conversation with Jack about why he doesn’t want to join, and surprisingly Jack is equally honest with him.
    • Bitty knew about Jack’s reasons for leaving hockey, but never how bad it was, partially because Jack’s parents kept it as quiet as possible but also because Bitty never listened to what the sporting world said as they tended to be assholes who lied and exaggerated (not that Bitty knew this from bitter experience or anything). 
    • In return for Jack’s honesty, Bitty talks a bit about how difficult it was for him being the first out player in the NHL, but how he doesn’t regret it because he has seen firsthand the impact it has had.
    • Maybe Jack confides that his own sexuality was another deterrent for entering the NHL.
  • After their talk the two are a lot closer, and Bitty realises that he can’t ask Jack to enter into an industry where he will be pressured and miserable.
    • Bitty also perhaps realises that he is beginning to have real actual feelings for Jack.
    • Bitty decides he needs to leave before the situation gets any more complicated. It’s clear that Jack isn’t going to change his mind, and Bitty no longer thinks that trying to persuade him is the right thing to do anyway.
    • So Bitty packs up his stuff and leaves.
    • He says goodbye to Alicia and Bob, but can’t bring himself to say goodbye to Jack, so he leaves him a pie and runs away.
  • Meanwhile, what Jack’s slightly emotionless facade has not let Bitty see is that he has actually been considering Bitty’s offer.
    • Jack misses hockey. He always has. He still coaches sometimes, and that game with his dad’s hockey friends was the most fun he has had in ages. 
    • It would take him a bit to get up to the right fitness and skill again, but Jack had started to seriously consider it as an option. The changes in attitudes in the NHL had also helped a lot.
  • BUT THEN HE SEES THAT BITTY IS GONE, without even saying goodbye.
    • Jack is sad.
    • Bitty is sad.
    • They are both sad in two different countries.
    • Alicia and Bob dispair.
    • So does Lardo who was Bitty’s confidant in all of this and who had to hear every excruciating detail of Bitty’s realisation of his feelings.
  • Anyway, Jack probably turns up at Bitty’s work all dramatic (think campus run/turning up in the rain but on an even bigger scale because he flew over from Canada for this).
    • Jack possibly signs with the Falconers (idk choose your preferred ending, either this is the opportunity he always wanted or he realises he doesn’t need it).
    • Bitty and Jack get together.

anonymous asked:

fran-sama how you hands?? how do draw??? sgkshsksg i honestly love how you draw hands, could you please do a small ?? sketch?? to show how you draw them? im sorry but pls ilu qvq

TBH I’m not really confident in the way I draw hands just yet, they’re definitely the hardest part of the body to draw for me, but this is more or less how I go about them! As you can see my hands are incredibly semplified what are fingernails even and usually the smaller they get the less I bother with them (oops)

Anyway, as far as learning to draw them goes the easiest way is to draw them a lot, sadly and obviously o<-< I spent a lot of time filling pages with copied hands actually, both from my favorite artists and from real hands pictures, but while that’s a great way to start to grow confident with the shapes the best thing to do is to try and draw them as much as possible attached to actual people - it helps with proportions and expressiveness a lot, in my experience

and don’t be scared to use references, like, really, I use my hands as refs a lot while drawing and often look up specific positions I can’t reproduce on my own, hands are really expressive and can move in a whole damn lot of ways, there’s nothing weird in not being able to get a position right without visual imput 👍

tttickingcrocodile  asked:

Allison finally gets her details about Andrew and Neil, and it is and isn't as hateful as the foxes expected

i was like ‘be at least a little productive’ so instead of doing ANY of the three finals i have to have done over the next four days i sat down and wrote this

it’s only very vaguely related to the prompt 

also whats up it’s been some months

  • allison calls neil unannounced on a sunday that him and andrew are alone in columbia
  • she opens the phone call with “if you’re busy i don’t care”
  • andrew and neil had been sitting on the couch eating dinner and watching shark tank and, 
  • well they’re not cuddling but not not cuddling either
  • (neil had been slouched down in the couch cushions, feet propped up on the coffee table and andrew had draped an arm around his shoulders, his hand against neil’s chest, but was otherwise pretty unengaged)
  • neil says into the phone “what do you want”
  • allison scoffs “don’t be fucking rude neil. where’s the monster?”
  • “don’t,” he sighs “you know i hate that”
  • “deal with it. question about that red shirt you have, how attached are you to it?”
  • neil moves to get up from the couch when andrew turns up the volume on the tv but before he can get off the couch andrew pulls him back down, pressing them closer together
  • “why?”
  • allison says “it’s fucking disgusting” and neil sighs at her and raises his eyebrows at andrew
  • andrew turns the volume up further on the tv and doesn’t look at him
  • neil gives up and settles back against andrew, face tilted up to watch his profile

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tremendousmentalitysandwich  asked:

Do you notice any patterns in the "types" of your favorite characters? As an INFP, I often enjoy ENFPs (George Bailey, Lorelai Gilmore, Eliza Doolitle, Elizabeth Bennet, Phoebe Buffay, Anne Shirley) and ESTJs like Hermione, I think because we think similarly (I AM Hermione when I'm stressed) and have the same ideals, but they exhibit some "strengths" where I have "weaknesses". INFPs frustrate me when they show traits I find annoying in myself. Matthew Crawley drove me CRAZY until I realized why!

Most of my favorites are INTJs. I’ve contemplated a dozen different potential angles on why this type appeals to me, and I think it’s a combination of things.

I like their consistency, purpose, and stability, their ability to devote themselves to a single futuristic impression or hold to a decision – I feel indecisive and uncertain, and crave that sense of eventual self-confidence that I made the right decision.

I have serious Te envy. Mine limps along behind, useful when I call on it, but not nearly as detached and efficient as I wish it could be. I look on NTJs and wish I could just pull the facts from midair, or discuss something without becoming emotionally entangled in it, or take criticism without bristling, or know how to SELL things better.

INTJ characters are very deep feelers (which I find dead sexy; I’m often drawn to TJs in general for this reason – because when they love, they do so with great, profound depth; they can come across as externally “cold” but there’s great emotional weight behind their actions, and they will defend the people they care about to the death) but it motivates their ambitions and beliefs, it doesn’t hinder them as often as my own intense, emotionally-turbulent feelings. They also seem better at hiding their feelings from the world.

Lastly… I’m not a very physical person, and have a semi-strong aversion to people who are, so inferior Se doesn’t feel threatening to me, because INTJs are hands-off, preferring intellectual debate. The preference in many of these characters is intellectual depth over physical engagement. As someone who constantly feels detached from the environment, who struggles to live in the moment and not think ahead, who is easily over-stimulated by sensory things to the point where I have to go home after engaging the outside world and calm down… I feel a minor sense of appreciation for the INTJ’s struggle with their sensing function.

Lastly, because I’m an Enneagram 6, forever a worrywart, often doubting my own ability to be “okay” in the world without a support system, TJs seem to me to have it relatively together – so I envy that. I long for it.

I like individual characters from all the types but NTJ is the most frequent – much for the same reasons you like the characters you do, in that you feel drawn to the strengths they have that are your weaknesses.

I don’t like a lot of ENFP characters, no. I do like Elizabeth Bennet (and whenever I doubt my type, I remember that we are very similar, right down to concealing our true feelings with witty comebacks, blasting people with angry Te when pushed too far, and finding my perceptions of people changing completely over time – in fact, my own relationship with a male INTJ is very much like hers with Mr. Darcy, with his frankness offending me immediately, then me coming to appreciate and care about him later) but some characters, like Hamilton, remind me so brutally, painfully, and openly of my flaws that I can’t stand them. It’s like being stripped naked and left in the Town Square.

- ENFP Mod

His body seems to be moving on autopilot as deft fingers loosen the tight knot of his tie in jerky movements that are so unlike him. His eyes scan the crowd for that familiar tuft of black, spiky, unruly hair and a twinge of panic jabs at him when he can’t find Hajime anywhere.


His name, said in that same rough voice with just the softest hints of complete and utter love, makes him melt in relief. Tooru turns around and his breath catches in his throat when he finally lays eyes on him.

Hajime’s face shines with a thin coat of sweat, his tie completely undone and resting haphazardly across his shoulders. His shirt is a size too small, showing off his delectable arms and those broad shoulders that have always been a source of strength and support to Tooru. His cheeks are flushed and the broad grin on his face is so genuine, so raw, so Hajime. Tooru swallows slowly and takes a step closer, and Hajime mirrors him, his smile softer, but no less happy.

One step, two step, three steps and they meet, with no place to go, no place to run, no place to hide.

Hajime’s head tilts up the slightest bit the same moment Tooru raises his hand and hesitantly places it on his shoulder before sliding it up, cupping the side of Hajime’s neck.

“We did it huh?” Tooru chuckles, mere centimeters away from Hajime’s lips.

Hajime nods, leaning into Tooru’s touch. “We sure did. I’m proud of myself for not killing you, you know.”

“I’m proud of you too.”

Hajime huffs and leans in closer. “Shut up and kiss me already.”

And Tooru does, with a smile on his face and a pounding heart. He pulls back a moment later, his eyes still squeezed shut when he murmurs, “Always.”

Hajime’s the one to close the distance between them, stealing Tooru’s lips and his breath and his heart all over again, and he doesn’t need to say it for Tooru to understand.


(for @kidovna, based on this masterpiece

I’m doing it. I’m starting Yuri on Ice tonight.

Also, fun fact: I definitely thought that all of tumblr was misspelling yaoi in their tags for like two weeks before I realized what the logical abbreviation for a show called “Yuri on Ice” might be.

Simultaneously, I also thought, “Gosh! This show must be reeeeeeally gay if literally everyone is tagging it with this bizarre, uniformly misspelled version of yaoi…