over check

There was an envelope in Isak’s locker. His name was on the front, written in block letters. It was a handwriting he didn’t recognise, but it clearly wasn’t Vilde’s. He turned it over to check if there was any information there, but nothing.

He frowned as he used his elbow to close his locker, wondering who it could have been then. The only one he could think of was Even, but Even had his number now and they had texted quite a bit already, there was no reason for him to send letters.  That would only make sense if he was sending a message considering Omnia Vincit Amor.

Teaser chapter 10 (full)

Cleansing my Soul

And now I’m suffering from eye-candy-itis

Such are the pitfalls of online dating (especially when half the guys either: a) are racist, b) hate cats, or c) are libertarians (aka still kinda racist) or d) in open relationships.)

and then the ones that are into things I’m into and who aren’t wayyy out of my league hotness-wise are mostly fedora-wearing “nice guys.” (Or any of the above. Though, to be fair a and c only really go for the white boys.) 

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Different Cartoon styles 2.0!! 

A couple of years ago I drew myself in 10 different cartoon styles
But that is a long time ago, and my looks changed a lot, so I figured that it was time do do a version 2.0 :)

This time I also included one in my own style for comparison ;)

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Proud dads

AU where instead of going to Samwell, Jack starts a widely successful Publicly Broadcast show for children.

Jack learns that he is great with kids after coaching them for a little over two years. Moreover, kids are good with Jack. There is no pressure to be anything other than who he is.


It all starts with a local news program doing a fluff piece on Jack Zimmermann’s coaching ability. But then it turned into something completely different when Jack skated onto camera and started to introduce every single one of his kids and what was special about them. He was…really enchanting actually. He didn’t ever really talk down to them. Jack just treated them as a tiny friend. 

They ARE his tiny friends, but that’s not the point. 

The footage they got of “snack time” was really the best. Imagine a good 16 kids piled around this massive man teaching them the best way to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. 

 It should have been obvious that a local channel would contact him. It still surprises Jack. They want him to host a show? Why? Everyone always teased him about how impersonable he was during interviews. Is it because he’s Jack Zimmermann’s son? Or Alicia’s? 

Jack asks all of these questions to his mother and she just laughs. “You made a PB&J interesting to 16 kids just by being you”

Jack figures it wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot. 

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objectively the best scene in the dream thieves is when gansey wears jeans and a t-shirt because they’re literally on their way to bury a body but ronan and blue just can’t stop losing their shit over how good he looks when he doesn’t dress like an asshole

Glitter Ball

I’ve been seeing some discussion in past few days about how unrealistic it is that Bitty doesn’t hang out with other queer kids at Samwell, which is a valid point, and it reminded me I had a fic languishing in my drafts folder that involved an expanded look at the LGBTQIA group on campus, so I figured maybe the time had come to post it. It’s more about Dex than Bitty, because I started it as a response to the “Dex is homophobic” discourse, so this is from a “Dex has never been straight, he just doesn’t think it’s any of your business” perspective.

(It’s the beginning of a longer fic called “I Abhor You/I Adore You” that’s kind of an exercise in filling in all the gaps between the Nurseydex tweets and fleshing out the non-hockey parts of Samwell, but who knows if I’ll ever finish it.)

~4.5k, pre-slash Nurseydex, mostly Dex POV, guest appearances by Bitty, Holster, and a few OCs from the LGBTQIA group. Location of the IT helpdesk across the hall from the resource center entirely stolen from my own tiny liberal arts school, “the little gay college in the middle of Iowa.”

Read it on AO3 (now with the second chapter as well).


First year, first semester

Dex got a job with the helpdesk almost as soon as he got to campus. This wasn’t exactly normal for an unknown, untested, untried, and undeclared first year student, but he had references from his high school job and there was a constant shortage of people who actually knew how to do anything with hardware. Which, of course, was the thing most of the professors actually needed help with. They weren’t actually receiving a lot of emergency Python coding calls; they needed someone who could “make the goddamn printer talk to the computer” without pissing anyone off by being too condescending.

He enjoyed it; compared to having to do the same thing in a retail environment, this was downright relaxing, and he at least had some confidence the people he was helping weren’t complete idiots. He could even leave behind a Post-It of step-by-step instructions of how to fix the problem themselves next time and have it be followed at least 50% of the time! Not to mention his work-study hours as a student athlete were actually capped and enforced so he wouldn’t work himself to death. So relaxing when compared to high school, when he’d had to juggle IT work, lobster fishing, hockey, and grades good enough to get some kind of scholarship.

Since he’d gotten to campus early to start pre-season practice with the hockey team, he’d been able to establish a work routine before adding in classes, which had been helpful. The CS classes at Samwell were certainly more demanding, but that was why he was here, wasn’t it? All in all, he was pretty satisfied with how things were shaping up. (Now if only his d-partner weren’t such an entitled brat…)

Once the other students got back to campus, it became clear the helpdesk office wasn’t the only thing housed in the weird little building at the edge of campus. He was just ending a shift when a girl stuck her head in the door. “Would it be possible to get some quick help from anybody? It’s just across the hall.”

“I can do it,” Dex said. “I was just about to leave anyway.”

“Thank you!” She led the way into what appeared to be an all-purpose meeting room. The door now had a handmade rainbow sign taped to it, proclaiming it the Stonewall Resource Center. “We’re having our first meeting of the year tonight, and of course the one person who remembers how to work the projector is on study abroad this semester.”

“No problem. You hooking it up to a laptop?”

“Yeah.”

Dex walked over to the AV podium at the front of the room and fished out the giant cluster of cables and dongles. “Hopefully one of these will work, but we have adapters in the office for just about anything. Bring it over.” A minute or so later, he had everything working.

“Thank you so much!”

“Sure. I mean, it’s my job anyway.”

“Do I need to file a ticket or something?”

“Eh, whatever.”

“Um, you’re welcome to stay for the meeting if you want…”

“What’s it for? I mean, I can guess, but your sign wasn’t even up when I came in at the beginning of my shift, so, you know.”

“Yeah, basically it’s just a beginning of the year informational meeting for students about LGBTQIA resources on campus and a way to get those of us who are returning students to get started organizing other events. So maybe not super interesting.”

“No, it sounds like good information to have. I’ll stick around.”

She smiled at him. “Great! I’m Sam.”

“Will. Or Dex. I answer to either.”

“Nice to meet you.”

***

“So do you think you’ll come back?” Sam asked after the meeting was over. Dex had stayed to help her turn off the projector and leave a sticky note with the steps written down. (He was thinking about getting a set custom-printed with “Helping You Help Yourself!” across the bottom, though he suspected his boss would find this too snarky.)

“Probably not. I mean, not to regular meetings or anything—you can totally ask me for help anytime! I’m just kind of… past the place where I need this kind of group? And I’ve got hockey practice and CS classes that are kind of the point of my being here, so they take priority, you know?”

“Sure thing.”

“But you know where to find me! Seriously, I’m always happy to help. It looks like a great group. But I know I can’t commit to anything.”

“Cool. I’ll see you around then, yeah? Oh, hey, if you have any time on Friday, you should come to the softball game. We’re gonna slay.”

Dex grinned and offered his fist for a bump of solidarity. “You’ll have to come to a hockey game once the season starts.”

“Definitely.”

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It’s bad out there. Worse than I anticipated.

just another coffee shop AU

So this was part of a not!fic challenge but it ended up as more of a fic than a not!fic, so I’m posting it here. The challenge was to put a trope in my inbox and I’d tell you about the story I’d write. (Honestly, I’m tempted to adapt this and try to do it as orig fic, haha) So enjoy.

It’s harder than you think to get a job in a little podunk town that’s mostly home to fishermen. Dex takes what he can get, and what he can get is a job dishing out lattes and scones at the little pretentious coffee house that vacationing yuppies love to frequent on their way to Maine’s outlet malls. It’s barely a living, but Dex doesn’t need much.

He serves coffee one day to the preppiest of the prep – a luxuriously coiffed writer who tells him that the coffee shop has the perfect atmosphere for inspiration. Dex snorts. This is a guy who wears his stubble purposely rough, to achieve some kind of effect. He probably wears “pre-distressed” clothing (although right now his outfit’s actually really sharp, with this vest over a fuzzy, tight-fitting sweater.)

The writer challenges him. “Come on, you have to have a little poetry in your soul?”

“I sold my soul for a three-dollar latte,” Dex replies.

The man laughs, and goddamn, even his teeth are perfect.

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More Poly Relationship Headcanons

-An A/O/O relationship in which the Omegas heats sync up and the whole time during preheat they are very attached and clingy with each other, instinctively seeking comfort from one another and the Alpha loves walking into a room and finding the two all tangled up together and sleeping soundly or when they hold hands and nuzzle each other’s scent glands just while walking around the house. The Alpha doesn’t even feel jealous or left out because they know after a couple of days both of the omegas’ clinginess and dependency will be directed at them but in the meantime they will be content with each other while the Alpha makes sure they have everything they’ll need for the upcoming heats

-An A/A/O relationship and one Alpha does something that upsets the Omega which then sets off the other Alpha’s protective instincts which results in a heated argument between the two who completely forget about the presence of the Omega until the room is drenched in distressed pheromones and quiet whimpers draw their attention to the trembling Omega in the corner. They both instantly shift into comfort mode and begin assuring their Omega that they won’t fight anymore, though the glares they exchange over the Omega’s head indicate that the issue will probably come up again later…just not around their mate

-An A/B/O relationship in which the Beta sometimes goes through phases of being depressed and questioning their role within the relationship. The Alpha and Omega always picking up on the slight shift in the Beta’s scent and proceeding to cling and fuss and reassure the Beta of their bond until the Beta is content again

-An A/O/O relationship in which one of the Omegas is pregnant and put on bed rest as their due date draws closer. The Omega quickly becoming unhappy and agitated from being cooped up so the Alpha and the other Omega try to distract and comfort their mate. The Alpha crooning and massaging the Omega’s feet while the other Omega curls as close to the distressed Omega as possible and soothingly plays with their hair while gently pressing the distressed Omega’s nose against their neck, knowing that their own sweet Omega scent will help to ease their mate’s discomfort a bit

-An A/B/O relationship in which the Alpha behaves more like a Beta, the Beta has more of an Alpha presence and the Omega loves them both and always reassures them whenever other people criticize their roles and behaviours

-An A/A/O relationship in which it’s the Omega’s first time going through a heat with their new mates so during preheat week their emotions are all over the place and the Alphas are just trying to keep up. The Omega constantly cuddling and purring with one Alpha while teasing and testing the other Alpha whom they’ve instinctively recognized as the more dominant of the two. But when the dominant Alpha actually tries to act on the provocation and teasing the Omega bursts into tears and latches on tightly to the less dominant Alpha and honestly the week couldn’t end soon enough as far as the Alphas are concerned

-An A/O/O relationship and one of the Alpha’s favorite things is when the three of them go out places and both Omegas grab a hand and hold on tightly the whole time they are out. The Alpha being tugged slightly in two different directions every time one of the Omegas excitedly pulls them over to look at something

-An A/B/O relationship in which the Alpha always pouts because the Beta is taller than them and the Omega (lovingly) teases them about it while the Beta always feels slightly guilty for being tall even though they really can’t do anything about it. The Alpha and Omega sometimes have to reassure them that they are just kidding and that they really do love how tall they are

-An A/A/O relationship in which the Omega is pregnant and trying to deal with not one but two very overprotective Alphas and after a few weeks of being insistently carried around the house by one and having the other constantly questioning/controlling all of their food choices, the Omega finally just locks both Alphas out of the bedroom and contentedly eats cheese sticks and pudding cups in bed while listening to the Alphas outside the door going from trying to coax the Omega out to accusing each other of being too clingy and upsetting them

-An A/A/O relationship and the Alphas low-key betting on whose clothes and stuff the Omega is going to go after first during their preheat when they start nesting. The Omega eventually finding out about the little game and being torn between feeling amused or offended and then stubbornly trying not to take either of the Alphas possessions during their next preheat…they break down after an hour though and begrudgingly start pulling things out of hampers and closets while ignoring the smug but fond expressions on their mates faces

listen if tango is argentinian and whiskey is brazilian and chilean.... listen
  • “when you make empanadas they’re bad” “what?” “i don’t know. they’re just bad.”
  • whiskey realizes that tango’s argentinian, like, day two of orientation. the rest of the team finds out that tango is argentinian because bitty says something about a recipe on pinterest for “south american cookies with caramel in them” and tango fucking falls down the stairs trying to get to the kitchen fast enough
    • “i didn’t……….. think i was talking that loudly”
  • cannot go more than four minutes without making fun of each other’s dialects
    • whiskey’s tango impression doesn’t even involve english, it’s just him yelling “qué HACÉS” and then cackling
  • they can pick out each other’s cursing from opposite ends of the rink
    • whiskey can also pick out tango across the rink because he fucking chants “andrés andrés ANDRÉS” whenever he wants something and no one else pronounces it like that
  • the team thinks they’re stoned all the time because tango brings mate on the bus at 7am and everyone else is like “tango…… isn’t it…….. early….”
    • so many fights about whether you can or cannot put honey in mate
    • listen…. can you imagine the first time they let Eric “Tea Is Just A Way To Wash Sugar Into Your Mouth” Bittle try mate
    • they become known around campus as The Thermos Twins
    • related: tango isn’t that hyper, he is just coming down from the affects of an extremely caffeinated childhood
  • weird but abiding love of latinx tv shows in like, absolutely any form. whenever one of them is sick they’ll hide in their room and watch Ugly Betty for hours
  • ALWAYS FIGHTING ABOUT SOCCER
    • “we only fight when our teams play against each other”
      • their teams play against each other in the world cup, the copa america, the copa libertadores, champions league, la liga, the madrid derby, the manchester derby, international friendlies, club friendlies, the olympics (??), THEY FIGHT EVERY WEEK
    • they play FIFA as their teams to recreate certain matches and then if Tango loses he takes it as an insult against the entire country of argentina
      • when they play fifa they pretend that germany as a country does not exist, in the name of peace and continued prosperity
        • ransom tries to play as Bayern one (1) time and they don’t speak to him for a week
    • they are marginally respectful of each other’s national teams
      • marginally.
      • tango refers to a bad loss in the Frozen Four as “getting brazil’d” so whiskey buys a life-size cutout of Claudio Bravo to put in their room
        • “i can’t sleep with that man here. why is he looking at me like that?”
      • whiskey’s favorite petty joke is to complain that tango’s national team never sings along to their own anthem because they’re unpatriotic
        • “CHUPAMELA it’s not MESSI’S fault that it has A SEVEN HOUR LONG MUSICAL INTRO”
        • “kun wouldn’t remember the words anyways [the sound of whiskey being bludgeoned with a pillow]”
  • nursey splashes out for steak for the Haus’ back-to-school barbecue one year and they lose their goddamn fucking minds
  • dex yells at them about proper diet once so they move their standing papas fritas al caballo date to 4 AM on sundays
    • someone finds them and they look so pleased but like………. what the fuck
    • “is that poutine” “no it’s…… fries… a la…. horse?” “W     H     A     T”
  • The Stockpiling of the Goya Products
    • do they know when they’re gonna use eight pounds of dulce de guayaba? no. do they need it? yeah.
  • they have their own little music routine before games but they don’t tell anyone else what they’re playing
    • it’s their seventeen favorite shakira songs followed by Gasolina by Daddy Yankee
    • ransom steals their ipod and reads their playlist but he doesn’t say anything because he thinks it’s Ironic
      • it is not ironic
  • constantly cracking jokes about how the other one has never seen ice before (”they don’t have ice cubes in Miami” “listen, BRAZIL”) but if anyone else tries to get in on their joke they’ll never ever forgive them. it’s theirs.

20 minutes into the first session of my players’ first campaign and pirates attacked their airship.

Bard: I’m gonna seduce the captain. (Successfully seduces the pirate captain) Hey captain dude uh you’ve got a uh. Really big ship.

Captain: You know what they say about guys with big ships, right?

Bard: They have a lot of money

While this is happening the rogue sneaks up behind the captain to kill him but instead of just stabbing him, he tries to shoot him with an arrow and misses.

Captain: What was that????

Bard: (Grabs the captains face and pulls him close) HEY DON’T LOOK OVER THERE! CHECK THIS SHIT OUT!

The bard then did a death drop in front of the captain to distract him and the rogue suplexed him off the side of the air ship. The rest of the session went about the same.