look at my arm right there. see that? i got that when i was eighteen years old, and i’ll tell you something i regret it ‘cause this tattoo don’t come off. i have a tattoo of a cows head because i loved that cheese then. so i get the cow, and i go in there, and i’m a little drunk and i said gimme that cow head from that cheese i love that cheese. now i have a cow, a cheese cow, on my arm brendon. don’t get a tattoo. that’s what i’m telling you. play soccer. brendon take a look at my chest. no i’m serious look at that. you know what that is right there? thats the woman from the chiquita banana. i got that tattooed on my chest. i am an idiot. i got trademark products all over my body, it’s like going to a market, because i was drunk one night. don’t live like me, alright? now you go out there and play great
coach approaches bitty the summer after year 3 and says they need to have a talk. in b’s mind, the best case scenario is that they’re finally discussing the birds and the bees, which they never actually did bc coach foolishly relied on b’s middle school, abstinence-only sex ed to do all the work for him.
worst case scenario though? coach found Bitty’s YouTube channel. coach knows about jack. coach is about to force a conversation b isn’t ready to have.
so b’s p anxious as he follows coach to the den and waits for his father to speak. to his surprise, coach pulls out two beers and an old notebook, brimming with loose sheets and red ink.
“even if it’s not a coaching position,” coach says gruffly, tossing b his football-shaped bottle opener. “being captain is an important job. you gotta be the heart of the team, son, and I don’t doubt your abilities for a second, but, well…I’ve been waiting awhile to give you this.”
and he hands the book over and b flips through it. partially it’s plays, not too relevant to hockey but with some interesting ideas. the rest, though, is messy scribbles, notes on how to approach closed-off teammates, ideas on nutrition and team bonding and rousing speeches. Bitty’s tearing up before he can help it.
“thanks, dad,” he says softly, thumbing mindlessly through the pages again and again. “i…hope I’ll make you proud.”
“‘Course you will,” coach says, clinking their bottles together. “You always do.”
in SM Homecoming:
•Peter and Ned’s caller ID pictures
•Peter’s face when Tony flirts with May
•peter’s excitement to build the lego dethstar
•"whOA NO WAY HOW MANY PIECES?“
•spiderman’s fake Brooklyn accent
•Spidey’s eyes growing wider or narrowing with peter’s emotions
•"Im not a girl, Im a boy!! I mean, IM A MAN!!”
•"I’m just going to be myself, Ned.“
“Peter nobody wants that.”
•Peter doing too well during gym with his sit-ups so when the coach compliments him, he pretends to struggle with them
•when Ned asks him if he lays eggs and Peter responds when that little laugh and goes “No!” Reblog if u agree
•the ending scene when peter’s doing that superhero pose in his room and aunt may goes “WHAT THE FU-” and his little jump of surprise before it cuts to credits
•peter and the deli cat
•"can you smush it down real flat?“
•When aunt May is scolding him for nit calling and he just kinda breaks down into tears and says "I lost the Stark internship. I thought if I worked really hard…”
•posing before he busts the bank robbers
•"crap……..i lost my backpack.“
When Bitty returned to the Haus, eyes sore from crying and cheeks aching from smiling, he started at the sight of a familiar car parked outside.
Wordlessly, he turned to Ransom, who smirked at him. “I’ll hold your plaque,” he said, far too innocently.
With a small gasp, Bitty shoved the award into Ransom’s hands and darted towards the front door, barreling into the entryway like a man possessed. He looked around wildly, until he noticed the shadow moving within the kitchen.
When Bitty poked his head into the room, he did indeed find Jack Zimmermann leaning against the counter, checking his phone. The moment he saw Bitty, Jack straightened up and tucked his phone away, holding his arms outstretched.
Holding back a childish squeal, Bitty launched himself at Jack, wrapping arms and legs around his boyfriend as tight as he could. Jack laughed and held him up, letting Bitty pepper kisses across the side of his face.
“I got the C!” Bitty shouted, wiggling a little. “I got the C!”
“Congrats, bud,” Jack said softly. “Knew you had it in you.”
“Unanimous, Jack,” Bitty said, pressing their foreheads together. “Just like you.”
“Better than me,” Jack said automatically. “But, yeah. I’m so proud of you.”
Bitty melted against him, so happy he thought his heart might jump straight ouf of his chest. “Thanks, baby. This is…this is so much. I- I gotta call Mama!”
Jack laughed harder as Bitty tried to slip from his grasp, just holding him closer. “In a minute, Bits. Just…stop for a minute. Let it all soak in. Be proud of yourself, you’ve come so far.”
Bitty sighed, half in exasperation, half in contentment, and let Jack set him down on the counter. “I am,” he whispered. “I…I just love everyone so much.”
“And they love you,” Jack said, resting his hands on Bitty’s hips. “More than you’ll ever realize.”
“Look at us,” Bitty said with a goofy grin. “The only two unanimously voted captains of the Samwell hockey team. We could be the start a dynasty.“
Jack barked with laughter, head tilted back, and he shook his head in amusement. “We sure could, Bits. We sure could.”
My favourite thing about The Foxhole Court was how nobody questioned Kevin’s needing company at all times.
Not once did someone ask about it, they never bet on when he’d stop needing Andrew or Neil along to the Foxhole Court, they never left him alone in Eden’s Twilight. The Foxes accepted it, and Andrew’s lot did their best to be there for Kevin all of the time.