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if you're gonna make me bend the knee, better have a red carpet rolled out at least. (spoiler alert: it's not happening. the North bends no knees anymore.)

if u want that dragonglass u better start oiling those knees boi

Hello yes my heart is ready to be taken

i know i´m a bit late with my #meettheartist. but i was very busy and i normally  don´t like doing things everyone is doing. but in this case i got tons of requests and messages and i thougt, because i don´t post personal stuff very often, it would maybe really interisting for you.  so…, i am not doing this BECAUSE everyone is doing it, i do it EVEN THOUGH everyone is doing it. i hope it gives you an idea of how or who i am.

Weekender

Summary:   Jack hates conventions – the crowds, the noise, the forced socialization, but it’s a work thing that must be done. Enter Samwell Hockey Player, Eric Bittle, who attends the convention with a group of friends. Suddenly things begin to look up. Jack and Bitty meet at Falcs Fest. Flirting, shenanigans, and love ensue. 

“Jack, I realize it’s not how you want to spend your weekend,” George said then paused to take a long sip of coffee. “But it is what it is, and everyone has to do it.” She smiled and added, “So suck it up, mister.”

Jack frowned, “Fine. Fine. Everyone else has to attend, too, right? Everyone?”

George leaned back in her chair and nodded, “Yes. Tater, Thirdy, Guy, Marty, Snowy, Poots – everyone. Misery loves company, after all.”

Jack huffed petulantly.

“I’m kidding!” George said with a laugh, “Come on. The Hawks are always bragging about their convention, so we have to make our inaugural one fantastic and have everyone there.”

Jack shrugged and took a pen from George’s desk, he twirled it absentmindedly in his fingers.

“Jack, it’ll be fine, and guess what? You might actually enjoy it. An entire weekend surrounded by adoring fans, eating anything you want, being handed people’s babies, dancing and whatnot?”

Jack got up and pushed his chair in. “Thanks, George.”

George smiled, then took her attention back to her computer, as Jack loomed in her office doorway.

“Yes, Jack?” She asked as she wrote something in an appointment book.

“Do we have to stay at the hotel, too?”

“Up to you, Jack. Do you feel like driving home back and forth early in the morning and late at night? Most of the guys are making a weekend of it and staying there. There’ll be team brunches every morning. We still have a couple rooms available in the block we reserved, so you can stay there if you want.”

Jack frowned again.

George paused and looked at him, “A little fun won’t kill you, Zimmermann.”

Jack nodded, attempted a meager smile and exited George’s office.

“Oh, and Jack?”

“Yes?

"Can I have my pen back?”

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@vachir-qerel surprised me today with this picture of two of my characters; Etani’a and Mouse ( @mousexiv ) by @fayren as a late birthday gift. ❤

I might’ve cried just a little bit when I saw it, and I’m still not over it. Thank you both so much. (✿◠‿◠)