so, after being on synthetic ice for the first time today i would like to propose:
the falcs doing PR, and they’ve set up a synth rink to like… show off or something? do a few puck drills and net a few goals before talking to the camera, that sort of thing.
they were told in advance that it would be synth ice, because there was a womens game on their rink or something. all of them were told it was just like skating on real ice, they’d be fine, but they’d have some time before the media arrived to give it a go
but, media being media, there were people there early, from local papers and all of that. they were there to witness what is now known as “the unmentionable press day”
first on is jack, always ready to get on the ice, ready first in his skates and falcs jacket with his falcs shirt on underneath. jeans, because that’s how he is. he makes his running jump like he does on the rink, two steps towards the ice, then launch, and. and.
he makes it to the centre mark. on his face.
marty next, manages two steps before he gets cocky and tries to build up speed. there’s a thud as he hits the synth ass-first. jacks rolled up to sitting, laughing (the photographers do in fact take many photos of this rare sight) at his fellow A.
then thirdy. much more cautious, he’s seen the other two. he steps on, takes a few steps forward, hand over the barrier - not touching, but ready. he takes another step, trips over a join between two of the panels. ends up hanging over the barrier, legs in a half split.
all three of them are laughing at this point, jack and marty are still on the ground
then comes tater, boundless enthusiasm, skating along almost with ease until he reaches the end, tries to turn. he lifts his foot for a crossover, and a yelp is heard back in the changing area as his remaining foot slides out, then the thud as he hits the ground.
the rest of the team are very cautiously sticking their heads out of the makeshift tunnel to see what the hell just happened. at least two are almost falling over because they’re laughing so hard.
jack manages to get to his feet, holding back laughter, the steely focus visible on his face. he stays up, wiggles his feet a little. manages to stay upright.
then snowy comes on. snowy launches himself onto the ice just like jack had, but somehow, somehow he stays upright. he makes it to the opposite wall, turns to look at everyone, shrugs a little at their questioning expressions.
everyone else wobbles their way on with varying levels of success.
the cameras of each and every photographer is checked by george herself, and all photos and videos from the warm up deleted, but at least one video makes it to twitter.
a tweeted picture of jack, shaky-legged and looking absolutely terrified, becomes the smh group chat icon for at least two months.
“I play hockey because at the end of the day, I love it. Even with the expectations and the spotlight… the anxiety… and at the end of the day, I want to be with you, even if that means a few risks. It’s scary but I don’t want to hide you.”
Here’s Jack either looking at Bitty or talking about Bitty. His face hides nothing.
so my darling bf @howtheskycries sent me this shirt which exists in real life:
and said “Au where everything is the same but rhys wears this shirt instead of his other one.”
and I couldn’t stop laughing. Naturally, I had to draw him in it.
I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING. Rhys tries to justify this by saying he’s tired of cutting holes in all his shirts. It gives his arm more freedom.
I am still pretty rubbish at drawing bodies and clothing, but I tried to model Rhys’ face after the way @lutnik draws him! I am obsessed with their art style. Even though it seems they don’t use tumblr anymore, you should seriously check their work out (:
NOW, I BEG OF YOU TO DRAW RHYS IN THIS SHIRT AND ADD IT TO THIS POST.
Jack decided that Timmy needs to have the same brand on the face too and Tim needed some help to cope with the pain and the only ones who never fail to help him would be the DigiJacks
Unfortunately, they couldn’t do anything. Tim knows he need to let it scar unless he want Jack to personally off him (or worse, brand him again).
At least the DigiJacks would only need to be programmed to have the same scar, right? That comforted Timtams a bit.
hc tho: Besides being manually called, the DigiJacks automatically appears whenever Timtams is in terrible pain. But somehow the programming got messed up a bit and they’ll also appear whenever Timtam is in distress or if he’s emotionally hurt instead of just physically.
“Check this kid out,” Holster shoves his laptop in front of Bitty and presses play, showing a young Russian girl answering questions in different languages. “Insane right? How cool would it be to know like six languages?”
Jack perks up from the couch. “What are you talking about?”
“These super smart fuckers that can speak every language! It’s nuts!”
Jack makes a face and looks at the awed faces around the room. “Being multi-lingual isn’t that uncommon. How many languages do you know?”
“Um, one. American. We can’t all be French-Canadian, Jacques,” Shitty laments. “And bi-lingual doesn’t count.”
Nursey, who up until this point has been hovering near the stairwell, adds, “I knew a guy who could do that. Knew French, Italian, Spanish, a few others, too. Said he was a ‘polyglot’.”
Lardo leans over Bitty’s shoulder and mutes the video. “That’s sick. Multi-lingual is two to eleven languages. Polyglots if they know twelve or more.” Lardo explains. “Their brains are particularly suited to learning and using multiple languages,” she says primly, flying air-quotes.
Bitty turns in his seat to look at a suddenly quiet Jack, who seems to be bothered by this news and is mumbling under his breath. “You okay, honey?”
Jack looks up from counting on his fingers and frowns. “What is it called if you know thirteen but can only speak seven?”
Lardo lifts a brow. “That’s oddly specific.”
“I mean, I can speak French, English, Russian, Swedish, Italian, German, and Spanish, but doesn’t everyone?” Jack looks around the room at the varying degrees of shock on his friend’s faces. He finally settles on his boyfriend. “That’s not normal, is it?”
“No, Sweetpea,” Bitty breathes, half intimidated, half in awe. “That’s nowhere near normal.”
Bitty set the pie in the oven, made sure the timer was set and then continued telling his long-winded story to Jack, who was sitting at the kitchen table, avidly listening with his chin resting on his arms folded on the table.
Bitty turned to the sink as he spoke and began to do the dishes, “-and then there was this whole to do about the store-bought jam at the bake sale and Moo Maw said to Mrs. Jameson, who lives one street over, that she can take her store-bought jam and shove it up her-”
“I think we should get married.”
The pot Bitty had been holding fell into the sink and caused a wave of soapy water to splash onto Bitty’s front, and Bitty staggered to the side, clutching his heart and holding the counter for support. When he finally found his voice again he scolded, “Jack Zimmermann are you trying to give me a heart attack?!”
But Jack had that look on his face, the one he has when he’s lining up the puck, or the one he has after he’s just got back from a 10 mile run, the one he had before he kissed Bitty for the first time.
“We’re practically married already anyway. I think we should make it official.” Jack said, still not taking his eyes off Bitty.
Bitty spluttered for something to say, “Jack - we’ve - we’re - I don’t think - We’ve only been dating for two years. You’ve only been out for 6 months!”
“So? Timing couldn’t be better.” Jack said, a small smirk forming on his face.
BItty sinks into a chair across from Jack. “Jack I swear if this is some sort of joke, I don’t get it.”
“I’m not joking. And this isn’t a proposal by the way. But that’s coming.” Jack nodded.
“Jack!” Bitty squawked, “I haven’t even graduated yet!?”
Jack got up from the table and pressed a small kiss onto Bitty’s temple, then walked to the door of the kitchen. “Fiancé has a nice ring to it eh?”
Jack said with a smirk over his shoulder.
He didn’t see, but rather heard, Bitty’s muffled squeak as he headed up the stairs with a blinding smile on his face.
Back in the kitchen, Bitty’s face was buried in his hands, but he was grinning ear to ear.
“This boy.” He muttered.
So like, the thing is that Reaper makes a pretty obvious Phantom, right. But Jack as an ingenue? Jack as an ingenue would be the kind of pretty young thing who survives by dumpster diving in Paris back alleys & fist fighting for cash. Probably, in the grand historic tradition of pretty, broke young actors, offering blow jobs to smitten rich dudes.
And this is where it all goes off the rails. Because Eric goes all jealous murder-spree and drives Christine away. Whereas Jack chases Gabe down, screams in his face to knock that shit off and help him practice if he wants him to succeed so bad.
Raoul’s still a thing I guess. Dunno who he’d be but Jack is trash enough to enjoy watching two hot guys fight over him. Laughs at them after for thinking it has any bearing on which one he fucks. It’s not like they asked HIM. He was just enjoying a free show.
Let’s think about the seduction scene for a sec, though. I’m here for Jack in a corset & a frilly lacy white thing that reveals his thighs. Takes Gabriel’s mask off. Whispers, “Holy shit. You’re so hot.” Gabe like, “Don’t mock me, I look like a burn victim.” Jack: “Your face is fucked up, true, but I would happily die between those thighs.”
I always found this hilarious about the musical. Does anybody care what dude’s face looks like under that mask. Look at the rest of him. Jack: Fuck it man, just put that Red Death costume back on and we’ll roleplay our way through this.
I just love the image of ethereal, angel-voiced Jack with bull shoulders, a filthy mouth and an inclination to brawl like a drunken sailor.
Somebody really Breakfast at Tiffany’d that boy up.
They put him in a corset because his copious boobs won’t fit in the
costumes otherwise. Gotta rein those suckers in or he’s going to pop
buttons every time he deep-breathes for a high note.
Gabe follows that beautiful voice and finds him, aglow in the light of a stray sunbeam and singing as if he’s a human nightingale. Then Jack’s like, “What the fuck’re you supposed to be?” Clubs him with a stand lamp. “Keep your shitty hands off my costume, creepo, they’ll make me pay for it if it gets ripped.” Gabriel’s dazed. Partly by Jack and also partly because he might have a concussion. But he focuses on what matters. "Your voice is incredible but you need to lose that accent if you want to make it in this business.“ "What, the Ghost of Christmas Future breaks into my rooms to mug me and then criticizes my diction? Christ, I really am in Paris.”
And in the end Jack’s been saving up his money and buys them two tickets to San Francisco. “I hear they just opened an opera house. Let’s get the f**k out of this hellhole. Bet they could use a decent director and script writer.”
You guys, I’m crying. I’ve been sobbing for like twenty minutes now.
I can’t believe they would post something like this publicly. Like, they’re practically announcing it??? To the world???
Look at that soft smile on Jack’s face. Look how comfortable these two are together. Back at Jack’s college, hanging out with his old friends.
Jack Zimmermann took Alexei Mashkov home and introduced him to his family. And they posted photographic evidence of this all over Instagram.
I’m calling it now - if the Falcs win the Cup this year, these two will come out this summer. Probably announce their engagement. Even if they don’t win it, I bet it’ll only be another year or two before they can’t keep it to themselves. They barely are now!