have some eric

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.

My writing

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

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.
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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//

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☆ 6  Check Please + Halloween ☆
(legojacques icons 12/?)

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13.  “You are the most disgusting, selfish, horrible…oh my god is that a kitty.”

with Eric

@nijiru


Going out on a mission was quite refreshing most of the time. The dauntless compound was nice and all but sometimes you needed some air. Having Eric coming with you was the part that bugged you to no end and made it not so refreshing anymore. The only thing he did was annoy you and shout commands at you. Really if this continued, staying at home would have been the better option. Less stressful for sure.

„Would you stop shouting at me I know what I’m doing! I’m not one of your initiates anymore.“ You snap back at him when he doesn’t stop.

„You sure as hell act like you still are. Didn’t anything I teach you stick with you? You’re worse than my recent initiates.“

After that your usual bickering started while you walked through the city, almost crashing into people now and then because you were so concentrated on insulting each other.

“You are the most disgusting, selfish, horrible…oh my god is that a kitty.”

You stop and look at the little cat, nudging Eric’s foot. Eric follows your eyes and looks down. He bows down a little picking the cat up and holding it out to you. You take it with a bright smile and pet it.

„You were always easy to distract.“ He comments but this time it’s more meant as a joke and you know it. Despite all your arguments you actually did like him.

„Be glad I’m carrying the kitty or I would slap you right now.“

“Jack is a food photographer with a very popular blog who finds inspiration in pastry chef Bitty, owner of a tiny downtown bakery. Things seems to go well until Jack starts to take less pictures of the food, and more of the baker himself…" (insp + thanks to @itsybittle for the caption)

ERIC: Alright, listen up! Everybody, may I have your attention for a moment!

ERIC: I know this might be a little confusing to some of you, but you can rest assured that we are working to solve the problem.

ERIC: Just relax and it’ll all be done with soon enough.

ERIC: Now unfortunately, we don’t know how long it’ll be until we’ll get to stop, so if you have to take a piss, please do not hesitate to pee out the window. Bonus points if it splats against the glass.

ERIC: If you’re a girl, just hold it in because nobody wants to see your gross lady dicks hanging out from the side of the bus, okay? Have some decency for chrissake.

ERIC: Now, on to taking a shit. Unfortunately that might be a little harder to pull off, but we do have a bucket near the back of the bus, and with determination and maybe having to wipe with some paper towels, we can make it through th–

CRAIG: Excuse me! Do you mind telling us what’s actually going on here?

CLYDE: Yeah, we passed the school like ten minutes ago!

ERIC: Clyde, you have to admit this is like a million times better than going to school.

CRAIG: Not if it involves riding in a bus controlled by Stan and Kenny!

ERIC: Hey! Stan’s an excellent driver, and don’t you dare judge Kenny’s gas pedaling skills!

CLYDE: Since when does Stan know how to drive a bus?

ERIC: Maybe if you lazy pieces of shit spent more time hanging with us instead of fingering yourself all day long and being super duper boring, you’d know!

TWEEK: We don’t hang out with you because you do crazy shit like this!

ERIC: We don’t need comments from the peanut gallery, alright? We’ve got this handled. Don’t do anything stupid, we’re trying to save your asses.

CLYDE: We weren’t even in any danger until you guys got involved.

ERIC: Listen, Stan, Kenny, Kyle and I weren’t the ones waving around guns and knives trying to hijack the bus! Those are the bad guys, not us!

CRAIG: No, but you were probably the cause of them trying to do anything in the first place!

ERIC: Craig?

ERIC:

ERIC: Craig!

CRAIG: What!

ERIC: Shut the hell up and let the men take care of this.

CRAIG: That’s it, I’m done caring. I tried to care but I can’t now.

CLYDE: I was actually looking forward to school today…

TWEEK: At least now we don’t have to do that history test. I didn’t study at all!

CRAIG: Yeah but now we’re probably going to end up hurling off the side of a cliff or something. We’re heading right into the mountains.

CLYDE: I still have an internet signal. Don’t worry, Craig. The day is saved. We can still answer more questions.

CRAIG: Oh, joy. You’ve really brightened up my mood.

TWEEK: I could use the distraction.

CLYDE: Yeah, I’d rather die with my wife and anonymous children than to die with just the people in this bus.

CRAIG: I hear you.

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Have some Eric Whitacre before bed!

It’s like milk and honey. Except the honey is a stacked chromatic chord and the honey is a long-drawn resolution.

Lilli Darling Part One

Alright, @emmy1280 and nonnies! You get your wish! Have some Daddy!Eric. *pops knuckles* Lemme explain some things first. This is a Shiric AU (My OC, Shi, and Eric), I won’t tell you what about it is AU, for fear I’ll spoil the ending when I get around to actually writing that fic again, which I hope to be soon. This is a little fun thing and hasn’t really been edited, so forgive the mistakes. I’ll post more parts as I go along, I don’t know when, or how many, I’ll just write when the ideas come to me. Anyway… I hope you guys like it. I’ll stop rambling now and let you guys read :P 

Rating: G 
Pairing: Shiric (OC/Eric) 
Fandom: Divergent 
By: @felywrites
Title: Lilli Darling, Part one

Eric was shaking, swallowing thickly as he balled up his fists as he tried to “man up.” He blamed it on nervousness, the shivering and the clammy, pale skin, but in truth; he was scared. He was terrified, trembling in his boots when Lisa turned around, cradling the soft pink blankets that held his daughter. 

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