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Just thinking about Jack and Bitty spending that first night truly alone in Providence really makes me smile?

Imagining them going about their evening routines and just learning more about each other through small everyday things.

Like Jack leaning against the bathroom counter, watching Bitty put toothpaste on his toothbrush and he goes “You wet your toothbrush before putting the toothpaste on?”

And Bitty just raises an eyebrow and replies, “Yeah, why?” Jack shrugs in response and gives him a small smile, “Just wondering.”

Or like Jack is loading dirty dishes into the dishwasher and Bitty is like, “You put the forks in tines down?” And Jack just nods and carries on loading dishes. “Yeah.” He replies. “Maman was always worried that I’d stick myself with a fork or knife when I unloaded dishes as a kid. Guess I never grew out of it. Haha.”

Just the idea of them learning the stupid, little things about each other really makes me happy.

This is was I imagine Bitty’s YouTube page to look like <3 Will I ever make another (for Nursey?) … probably not for a while at least xD This took me half a day.

See more of my thoughts on it under the cut <3

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Few expected this little school from Massachusetts to return for yet another Frozen Four appearance. But Samwell University is yet again in the NCAA Championship after an unbelievable run through the playoffs.

In the magical land of Netflix, they have a separate poster set for Year 2 Spring Semester. 

or 

I didn’t want to mess up the flow of my release dates, so just accept this comes out July 4th. 

Year 1

Year 2 Fall Semester

Year 3 Set 1

Year 3 Set 2

Spin off

straydog733  asked:

If you're still looking for prompts: physically disabled Jack playing sled hockey. Bonus points for trying to teach Bob. Thanks!

“Stop making fun of your father and get over here,” Alicia yells, slapping her sticks against the ice. “When he finally figures it out you’re doomed, might as well score now!”

But Jack doesn’t move because he’s laughing so hard he’s actually crying. “How are you a living legend? You can’t even balance on a sledge!” 

Bob pushes himself upright and nearly falls over on his other hip. Under normal circumstances, he’d be embarrassed, so clearly struggling before an entire wedding party's worth of current and former NHLers, but this is a unique circumstance. He’ll happily play the part of the fool, today, or forever, really, if it means he can see Jack smile like this on a regular basis.

“We – ” Jack gasps for breath, shaking so hard he might topple himself, “– we can’t play if Papa can’t skate.”

Alicia streaks past, still radiant in her makeup from the morning’s ceremony. “Bobby, even I’m better at this than you. How is that possible?”

“You are ruthless,” Bob breathes, watching his wife circle him, “and you’re on my team! Is anyone else seeing this? Eric! Have some compassion and come help your father-in-law!”

Bitty, who up to this point has been taking easy laps with his parents, breaks away only to be quickly intercepted by Jack.

“Oh, no, it’s only been six hours, you can’t start playing the father-in-law card.”

Shitty quickly shoots between them, “Make it quick, gentleman, Bitty’s mom is brutal. She’s laid out Tater twice.”

“What’s the point of you getting married if I can’t abuse the relationship for personal gain? You helped Richard, you traitor, so your husband can help me.” Bob argues, propping himself up with his hands instead of the sticks.

“I didn’t think you’d need the help,” Jack grins, switching to French and sliding up beside his father, “you’re supposed to be the best.”

“Ah, well, one too many concussions and my balance isn’t quite what it used to be.” Bob looks up from the ice in time to catch Jack’s smile falter. 

“Are you feeling alright? Is your vertigo back?” 

Christ. He didn’t want to make this about him; any latent injury of Bob’s was dwarfed a long time ago by Jack’s accident, not that this is anything close to a competition. He shakes his head and holds out his arm so Jack can hold him stable. 

“I’m more than alright, just old and jaded, watching all you handsome young bucks skate circles around me.”

Jack laughs and Bob watches his gaze flit back to Eric, who’s carefully coiffed hair is finally falling out of place as he tries to keep his mother from ramming her sledge into Alexei Mashkov. 

“Lean forward a bit, center your weight around your hips,” Jack explains, pressing a hand against Bob’s lower-back. “Not too far, use your sticks to move forward, it’s easier to balance when you’re in motion.”

Bob is struck suddenly by a sense of deja-vu; remembering how easy it had been to teach Jack to skate nearly thirty years earlier. Or how easy it had seemed to a Stanley Cup champion. Jack must have felt exactly how Bob does now, unsteady and unsure. 

“There you go,” Jack says brightly once Bob has centered himself. “See? Not so hard after all. Now you just have to score.”

Jack pulls a puck from between his thighs and tosses it onto the ice. Bob moves to pass it and promptly finds himself lying back on his side.

“This is just like the time I tried snowboarding,” Bob groans. “Had to scoot down the mountain on my ass.”

“Can we make new teams?” Alicia asks. “This doesn’t feel fair.”

Jack snorts a laugh and pulls Bob upright again. “C’mon, Papa, you’ll have this down in no time. Can’t let Maman get bragging rights, she’ll never let you live it down.”

anonymous asked:

Cartman, have you ever tried watching american dad? It's way better than family guy.

Wait. Jaden smith tweeted out Eric Nam’s Can’t Help Myself MV. O.o
Like…… that’s a hella good song but like….. I wouldn’t expect….. jaden smith to……. like it I guess????? He said he was into Kpop but like I expect more like kiphhop or at least more hard hitting kinds of Kpop….. THIS IS SO FUCKING BIZARRE

Oh God! too much drama is going on!! can’t people just overlook the hateful comments & hateful articles about Eric?!!
Can’t we just continue on cheering for him & Shinhwa like we’re used to?!!
Don’t ever let the haters have the upper hand. Let us -true fans- be the last fans standing!
& some fans -not haters- asking Eric to leave Shinhwa?!!!! seriously?!!! I understand ur anger, guys, but then, seems like you don’t know Eric well!
lol Eric will NEVER leave Shinhwa! if he wanted to leave Shinhwa, he’d have done that loooong time ago! But he didn’t and WON’T.
He’s a grownup man now, who already spent most of his life with his group,, which is not just a group to him, it’s his family!! all the members are his brothers, like he himself said!
Eric will forever be Shinhwa’s leader .. Eric will forever be Shinhwa’s otaku .. Eric will forever be the pillar of Shinhwa .. the big brother to all the members .. always have, always will ..
He, simply, will never ever leave!! so don’t waste ur time & stop asking him to do so lol
& again, we’ve always been a peaceful fandom, most of us are mature fans,, so when such situations happen, let us have the upper hand & be mature in our way of handling the situations .. Eric needs our support, then let’s shower him with more love & support, & IGNORE hateful comments that’ll lead to nothing except for bringing us down & us falling apart.
Time will heal everything .. meanwhile, let’s be the last fans standing.
Spread only love about Eric & Shinhwa plz. And MOVE ON! 

  • Liane: It's just that I never want you to think your father's the villain in all this.
  • Cartman: Isn't he?
  • Liane: No, it's not that simple.
  • Cartman: Yeah, it is. The hero is the one that stays and the villain is the one that splits.
  • Liane: I don't think that's a healthy perspective.
  • Cartman: It's healthier than me pining away everyday, praying he'll come home.

It was still early enough out that it was barely light outside. Bitty cracked an eye open, groggily trying to figure out what had woken him up. He realized, after a short moment, that Jack had come back into the room. He rolled over to dimly see Jack’s dark figure moving around. After shedding his jacket and pants, Jack slid back under the covers. Bitty instinctively wiggled closer to him, but yelped when Jack put his cold feet on his bare legs.

“Jack!” he admonished.

“Sorry,” Jack said amusedly.

Bitty huffed and he rolled back over, but it didn’t take long for Jack’s cold fingers to slide across the bare skin of his stomach from where his t-shirt had ridden up. He pointedly ignored it even though there was no chance he was going to be able to fall back asleep now. Soon, the light touches became ticklish as Jack targeted Bitty’s weak spots until Bitty gave up all pretenses.

“Stop,” he laughed between gasps.

Jack stopped, though his smirk still had a mischievous edge. His hands had stilled for now, but they were still resting dangerously at Bitty’s sides. Bitty distracted him by running his hands through Jack’s hair. He dropped his head on Bitty’s chest.

“Where were you this morning,” Bitty asked quietly.

“Last minute errand,” Jack said vaguely.

They were both quiet for a while, mostly because Jack’s wandering hands had started to drift downwards and was now dipping teasingly just belong the waist band of Bitty’s pajama pants.

It didn’t lost long, however, because quiet, telltale footsteps came thumping down the hall. The door opened slowly, and then the quiet, “Daddy? Papa?”

Bitty considered pretending he was still asleep, but Jack sighed. “Yes, sweetie?”

Annie ran across the room and climbed up on their bed with some assistance from Jack. Once she was comfortable nestled between them, she looked at both of them with wide eyes. “Santa came,” she whispered conspiratorially.

“Did he? How do you know?” Jack asked.

“I heard him. He came and he brought presents!”

Bitty glanced briefly at Jack. “Did you see him?”

She shook her head. “Nuh uh. I had to pretend I was asleep.”

Jack laughed and kissed her cheek. “Okay, Monkey. Why don’t you run downstairs and see what he brought?”

With a shout of glee, Annie launched herself out bed and ran as fast as her feet could take her.

Bitty eyed Jack. “Santa’s cutting it pretty close with his early morning visit,” he said sardonically.

Jack grinned and gave an easy shrug. “Santa had to pick up a limited edition dream doll house this morning.”

“I thought those were sold out.”

“Santa found a guy.”

“You’re going to spoil her, Jack.”

“Not as much as I’m going to spoil you.”

It was Bitty’s turn to laugh as he leaned in to kiss his husband. “So, did Santa bring me anything?” he asked suggestively.

“Yes,” Jack promised. “But it’s something for later,” he added with a wink.

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Aggressively supportive dad Richard Bittle

Keeping with the theme of my previous post, here are just a few headcanons about Coach Bittle, who just really loves his gay son, okay?

  • Coach wishes he could make it to some of Bitty’s games, but his busy schedule with coaching and teaching, plus the distance to Samwell makes it difficult. Instead the Bittles have a completely ridiculous cable package just so they can watch NCAA hockey. They still can’t catch every Samwell game live, but Coach DVRs and watches every game broadcast.
  • In a stroke of really bad luck, the APUSH exam was the same week as the Frozen Four championship game, so Coach misses that too. When Bitty gets back to Madison he’s surprised to find there’s no room on the DVR to record The Great British Bake-Off because it’s full of Samwell’s playoff games.
  • Jack comes to Madison for July 4th, and he and Bitty are completely not subtle about their mooning over each other. Suzanne is really tempted to tell the boys that they know and Coach has to talk her down. Instead he suggests a series of totally urgent errands he and Suzanne need to do ‘so you boys can have some time alone.’ Dropping hints that they know also does not work.
  • When Bitty does tell his Coach he’s dating Jack, Coach plays it pretty cool. He says that Jack’s a good man and a fine athlete, so well done, Junior.
  • In public it’s a completely different story. When Jack and Bitty go public with their relationship, it’s non-stop bragging about Junior and his NHL-star boyfriend. Did you know they played in the Frozen Four together?
  • The faculty of Morgan County High School gets used to the fact that outside of football season, all Coach Bittle wants to talk about is hockey. Eventually he wins a few new Falconers fans. Possibly this is because he won’t shut up and his friends want to at least know what the heck he’s on about.
  • Fun town game: spotting Bitty and his friend ‘Mr. Crappy’ in the crowd during Falcs broadcasts. (Cue reminders the Junior used to play on Jack Zimmermann’s line.)
  • Coach’s team knows that he has absolutely zero tolerance for homophobic slurs or intolerant behavior from his players. That’s a one way ticket to being suspended from the team.
  • Coach is never going to be outgoing like his wife and son, but things are easier between him and Bitty now. Bitty doesn’t have to hide his sexuality, and he knows Coach doesn’t secretly wish his son was a QB.
  • Coach still agrees with Jack that Bitty should eat more protein.

ferndust  asked:

Just had the cutest thought - you know Eric drank with Hetty? Knowing her she got him absolutely pissed drunk (she did it with Nell too in the earlier seasons xD) but then imagine Nell coming back to Ops and him being all drunk and soppy and she has to take him home and omg. Just like he's being lovey dovey while she's driving and she has to just humour him while trying not to grin. Lmao sorry I think I just killed myself with this.

Honestly tho, Eric Beale pissed drunk being guided by Nell as she tries to shove him into her Mini??? He’d probably hit his head trying and knock himself out omg

but also like… I NEED drunken Neric next season. If not both, one of them. It’s on the wishlist. A wishlist that actually does exist. 

Tho like, i figure if Nell went back to the office she’d see them drinking and then she’d get an invite too, and like, the next day her and Eric would wake up on top of each other on the couch with terrible hangovers to G poking them with pencils or something, b/c between Sam obviously not being there, Densi off celebrating, Hetty also absent b/c of alcohol consumption, G’s the only one who actually showed up for work in the whole team. 

They’re both so bad G tells them to go home and he gets saddled with all the tedious bureaucracy and paperwork. 

Both nell and eric wait till they’re sufficiently hydrated to cry it out over the past couple of days. Then they hug a lot. 

Bitty is short. There’s nothing wrong with calling him short. I keep seeing posts acting like calling him short is offensive in some way and my 5′1″ ass is like ??? let him be short?? 

He’s 3″ shorter than the American average for white males. He’s particularly short for the sport he plays. He’s far shorter than anyone else on his team/in his friend group except Lardo. Considering his environment, he’s short. It doesn’t matter that he’s half a foot taller than me, saying “I’m shorter than Bitty and I can reach things” doesn’t change the fact that he is significantly smaller than would be expected in his sport or the fact that he’s significantly smaller than most of his friends

like yeah the “he can’t reach stuff” jokes get old but really people there’s no harm in calling him short, y’all need to calm down and just enjoy the glory of the Jack/Bitty height difference

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To celebrate hitting over 500 followers (I never thought there would be that many Python fans on tumblr) I’ve drawn the Monty Python lads in some of their most iconic roles.


Hope you like them, let me know what you think or if you want to know what sketches they’re from!


//please do not repost without my signature or crediting me; artists struggle enough as it is//

Eric groaned and shifted uncomfortably in the bed.  He wanted Drew to come, cuddle him, and make him feel better.  The spaghetti dinner they’d had was sitting poorly.  Spaghetti was his favourite food, and Drew had taken time off working on his project to make it for him.  Now, he was quite confident he could happily make it through life without ever even laying eyes on the stuff again.  Eric felt utterly and completely dreadful.  Moaning as his stomach turned mutinously, Eric sat up and leant against the headboard.  He pressed a hand into his sick tummy and whimpered when it emitted a series of queasy gurgles.  He really wanted Drew to come to bed.

He wasn’t sure how much later it actually was when the urge to vomit became too much handle, but it happened to coincide with a happy looking Drew sauntering in holding a bowl of popcorn and a DVD.  "Hey!  I finished my piece, let’s-“  Eric cut him off by vomiting harshly all down his front.  "Oh, um… let me just…”  Drew set down the things he was holding in favour of lunging hurriedly for the bin which he quickly positioned under Eric’s chin.  Eric sniffled and mumbled something incoherently, tears beginning to spill from his soft grey orbs.

In a very childish display, Eric reached out towards Drew.  It was quite clear, even without touching him, that the twenty-six-year-old had a fever.  Drew’s heart melted as Eric burst into noisy sobs.  "Shhh,“  He soothed as he rubbed Eric’s back gently.  "Let’s get you cleaned up.”

After somehow managing to haul the taller boy into the bathroom, a process which by the end of Drew found himself covered in partially digested noodles as well, he helped Eric remove his dirtied clothes and stepped into the shower with him.  He allowed Eric to lean on him heavily while he carefully cleaned the sick from his boyfriend’s long red hair.  He worked diligently and hardly even flinch when Eric hiccuped weakly, and a stream of vomit spilt from his lips.

When they were both clean Drew coaxed Eric into donning a loose-fitting pair of joggers and slightly oversized t-shirt.  He speedily ran a comb through the boy’s wet hair and pulled it back into a small bun.  Then he led the way down to the living room which their other housemates had vacated nearly two hours so they could go bowling.  Drew situated Eric at one end of the long couch and went to find a bowl.  Quickly finding a suitable receptacle, he returned to find that Eric had already drifted off and took the moment to sort out the bed and gather supplies.

Job done, Drew returned to the living room holding a pillow, quilt, water bottle and several different medicines.  He entered the room to find Eric sitting on the very edge of the couch cushion, hiccuping sickly over the bowl.  The poor boy must be feeling really awful.  Drew placed the majority of his finds on the coffee table but shook out the quilt and wrapped tenderly around Eric’s shoulders.  "Bailey…“  Eric wailed sounding devastated.  "Why won’t it come up?”

“I don’t know, love.  I’m sorry.”

“S'not your fault,”  Eric mumbled still hiccuping into the bowl.  Drew smiled.  Leave it to Eric, he thought.

“I know.  Will you try some medicine for me?”

Eric sighed but nodded and downed the pills in one go.  Drew watched him put the container back on the table and nodded obligingly when a moment later the boy, with pink-tinged ears, asked him to rub his stomach.

Drew frowned at the amount of gas which was building up and shifting around under the slight pressure of his fingers.  It was causing Eric’s stomach to become swollen.  He’d managed to massage a few small burps from his love to lessen the pressure in his already sore and cramping stomach but Eric was now squirming uncomfortably and Drew admonished mildly, “Calm down, you’ll make it worse getting all worked up.”  He helped the older boy into a seated position and proceeded to rub his back soothingly while he moved the bowl into Eric’s lap.  He whispered words of quiet encouragement in his ear wishing he could make it all better with a snap of his fingers.

Eric’s stomach heaved, and on the third convulsion acidic smelling vomit rushed up his throat and splattered the bowl.  The boy coughed and spluttered and then more partially digested pasta was ejected.  Eric continued to harshly expel the contents of his stomach for a quarter of an hour, and when he was finished, Drew quickly emptied the sick and carefully wiped the boy’s face.  After cleaning him up, Drew thought the best thing for Eric would be sleep.  He set the bowl on his bedside, laid down on his side and allowed Eric to burrow into him.

Eric was glad for Drew’s company.  He really didn’t want to be alone right now.  The food left in his stomach was sloshing around sickly, and he still felt gross and queasy.  Now that he was laying down again the cramping had eased slightly, but the underlying ache was as bad as ever.  Eric grabbed a fistful of Drew’s nightshirt and snuggled close seeking the loving warmth and security he provided.  "Night love.“ He murmured as he fell into an uneasy sleep brought on by the comfort of Drew’s arms encircling his shivering form and rubbing gentle circles on his back.

Eric woke a while later because the nauseous feeling was getting worse.  He rolled over and pushed himself into a sitting position then stiffened, worried he might throw up again on the blankets.  Sniffing miserably he wrapped his arms around his belly as a cramp ripped through.  When the pain lessened, Eric sat glumly, tears rolling down his cheeks, hoping his stomach would feel better soon.  Suddenly he felt a rushing in his belly that made him wish he just had to deal with the sick gurgles and leaning over the side of the bed retched bile and noodles all over the floor.  Beside him, he felt Drew sit up and then he threw up some more into the bowl that appeared under his chin.  When he was done, Drew set down the container and pulled him against his chest.  The younger boy stroked his back lightly, and Eric felt his eyelids droop until he slipped back into sleep.

Minutes later Drew was alerted to another issue when Eric sat bolt upright nervously going rigid as gurgles erupted in his lower abdomen.  Eric clutched his stomach and whimpered then leapt up and sprinted for the toilet.

Finally, Eric slumped back in bed looking vastly alleviated, but the tips of his ears were still red with embarrassment.  "It’s alright, Eric.  Have some water.”,  He prompted and smiled lightly when the boy obeyed without question and proceeded to slip back into sleep.

Eric blinked as the room around him came into focus.  He was still feeling ill.  His belly was aching as was his head, and he felt shivery and cold, but at least for now the queasiness had lessened.  He did, however, find himself in need of the toilet and said as much to Drew while feeling his ears burn.  His insides were bubbling unpleasantly, and he didn’t feel even the slightest relief until he finished on the toilet.

“Still feeling awful?” Drew asked him as Eric slipped back into bed.

“Hmm.”  He replied nodding his head slowly.  Drew caressed his cheek gently and murmured a quiet apology.

“I told you s'not your fault,” Eric responded and leant into the boy’s chest.  He smiled lightly when Drew’s arms wrapped around his waist and found himself drifting off to sleep once more.  


I feel like Eric is the type of person who is all tough until he gets sick and then turns into a giant baby.  Hope you enjoyed! :)