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anonymous asked:

SOOOO you said to come ask you about the rest of the teams soulmarks. and I am here for everything soulmate related. Please tell be about Bitty and Jack's marks. I loved your soulmate au so much and I just need to know.

Hello dear anon! 

Thanks so much for reading my fic and coming to ask me about this! I have thoughts on all the characters though but i’ll start with Jack/Bitty for ya :)

Jack - Jack’s is an oven mitt with a very detailed pattern of peaches. which doesn’t narrow things down at all for him lol he thought maybe a team nutritionist? he knew it wasn’t Parson because Parse lived off takeout and didn’t eat dessert ever. And our poor boy did not put things together and realize it was Bitty until graduation just like in canon. 

Bitty - So we know Bitty’s is a hockey glove from the Dex/Nursey fic BUT he figures out that it’s Jack because our boy JZ always puts his initials on his gloves and that little detail fills in the day they’re baking together *cue ‘never fall for a straight boy’ tears* </3

Ransom - so the tree with wide branches on my darling Ransom is there because he has such ambition and intelligence he could do anything, go anywhere with his brain. Trees are so badass, overcoming obstacles around them, growing despite unfavorable conditions, being transplanted from one place to another wildly different environment and flourishing despite it. So yeah, he has a tree.

Holster - and Adam Birkholtz has his roots from the top of his hip, spreading out to wrap around his butt and upper thigh, the longer they know each other the closer the roots get to spreading past the line of his boxers. They share a lot of the same endurance traits but to me Holster seems a bit more steady, bit more constant (how many times has that boy seen 30 Rock?). 

Shitty - so Shitty has a bird. didn’t get too deep with this one he’s a sensitive free spirit. it’s probably a parrot because he’s so affectionate, loud and talkative. But like, it doesn’t really guide him to his soulmate. He does know that he wants it to be Lardo but he tries to tamp down his hopes and attributes it to overthinking when the feather detail fills in when he spends time with her. 

Lardo - in this au Lardo’s mark is a bird cage. but like, a vintage one with curls and flowers and such. and it’s not because she ties Shitty down or tames him or anything. It’s more that she’s the person he finds rest in, a safe place to be himself with no judgement. Lardo at least knew she was more than likely looking for someone with a bird as their mark. And she likes the mark as much for herself as for what it potentially means for her soulmate because she has felt caged in by so many things in her life and to have the cage door be open gave her the courage to push beyond the limits set on her as a girl, as a WOC, as an artist to be herself - whatever that means. 

(They get their act together in the Reading Room when Shitty gives her his dibs. Let’s say there’s a week between Shitty finding out he got into Harvard and him giving her his dibs and for that week their marks itched and burned like sudden onset eczema right on the mark at just the thought of being separated before they figured it out.) 

Chowder & Farmer - they have the same mark! it’s the latitude and longitude coordinates of the leaf pile. <3 

anonymous asked:

For your nine hour plane ride, would you draw lamilla dancing together 😊

*hands emoticon* yes anon YES

(when i dip you dip we dip)


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Chris doesn’t have a nickname—not one he likes, anyway.

He’s so used to hearing “Christopher”, never Chris. He’s Christopher because there’s three other boys with his name in class. One of them gets called Chrissy because he’s cute and girls like him. One of them gets called Christian. Chris Moore gets to be Chris. He doesn’t have to change his name, or even use the first initial of his name. Moore gets to be Chris while Chris Chow is known as Christopher in class. He’s known as “son” and “meanie pants” at home.

He plays hockey. Nicknames are different there. For a while he goes by Topher, which makes him more confused when he goes between class and practice. It’s a mess. He doesn’t feel like himself when he’s outside his house.

He starts high school. It’s private and the hockey team is one of the top ranking school teams in the country. The first day of preseason, upperclassmen are jumping at the chance to dub the freshman with their new nicknames.

When they get to Chris, he feels twelve sets of eyes on him. They’re all probably wondering what weird name he has. He can already hear the Karate Kid chirps. He’s heard them all before. No one who thinks subtle racism is hilarious is really that creative.

Before they can give him shit or figure out what to do with Christopher (probably Tofu or something) or Chow (he doesn’t even want to know), he speaks up.

“My friends call me Frank,” he lies.

Because his middle name is Franklin, and some people go by their middle names. Because maybe this is exactly what he needs, a fresh start where no one thinks of him as a kid.

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anonymous asked:

I know you mainly write nurseydex, but would you be willing to do some Camilla/Lardo? Or just something involving the women of omgcp?

Camilla has never been cool. She’s always been popular, but she knows that’s just because she’s pretty enough and an athlete. She’s not cool, not like those kids back in high school who hung out in the art room and said what was on their mind and truly didn’t give a damn what other people thought. Not like her freshman year roommate, who double majors in Literature and International Studies and speaks in her own language comprised of her favorite quotes and Arabic sayings. Not like Larissa Duan.

Larissa Duan, who wears ripped jeans and oversized flannels like she doesn’t even know how good she looks in them. Larissa Duan, who can be caught kicking ass at a beer pong table at midnight, then in the art building blaring music and staring at canvases by 8 A.M. the next morning. Larissa Duan, who changes her hair every semester, not because of any trend, but because she wants to. Larissa Duan, who has an entire NCAA hockey team’s respect and allegiance. Larissa Duan, who is fearless and badass and yet still incredibly kind.

Camilla is popular, sure, but Larissa Duan is cool, and it’s intimidating as hell.

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OMGCP Womenfest Day 1 -- Alicia Zimmermann

So I’m going to try to write something for each day of the Women of Check, Please! Festival @omgcpwomenfest. This is my attempt for Day 1 (it’s still the 4th where I am!). I honestly probably would not ever have written anything focused on Alicia Zimmermann on my own, but I really enjoyed writing this so I’m glad I had a reason to!


Neither Bob nor Alicia go to parents’ weekend Jack’s freshman year–he asks them not to, and their therapist has discussed the importance of respecting his boundaries wherever possible, so they stay home even though Alicia would have liked to go to the alumni reception. But his sophomore year Jack asks them two weeks out whether they’re planning to come or not, and Alicia’s commitments can be rescheduled so she goes.

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anonymous asked:

Ford & Lardo (rarepair) ship

you’re a good one anon <3 

Who said “I love you” first


She says it on a quiet night in front of the TV. They both have a break from their respective busy schedules and Lardo came with a grocery bag full of their favourite snacks, including the weird flavour of chips that only one grocery store stocks. The “I love you” is quiet and Ford’s really not sure if Lardo heard at first, but Lardo’s cheek colour slightly. 

“Even without the chips?” she asks. Her tone is joking, but she bites at her lip and doesn’t look at Ford. 

Ford steps closer and takes the bag from Lardo. She puts it to the side and then reaches to brush a bit of hair from Lardo’s face. 

“Yeah,” Ford says. She presses a kiss to Lardo’s lips and says more confidently, “I love you. The chips are just a bonus.” 

Lardo draws her back in for a kiss that’s more than a press of lips. “I know.” 

They watch Starwars that night, and it’s after the ending credits have rolled, which Ford is dumping the crumbs from the bag into her mouth that Lardo says, 

“I love you too.” She reaches over to wipe stray crumbs from Ford’s mouth. Ford grins, and it might be stained slightly orange, but Lardo’s fond look never wavers. 

“I know.” 

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Lardo. It’s really a picture of both of them really, from a date that ended with a walk along the river, and they’re still grinning from some joke that neither can remember, cheeks pressed together as Lardo has her chin hooked over Ford’s shoulder. They almost fall over when Ford overbalances and that’s when Lardo snaps the picture 

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Lardo likes standing in front of a steamed mirror, usually naked, and drawing faces over her face. It scares the shit outta Ford the first time she gets out of the shower and it shows up and she takes to adding speech bubbles 

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Ford always sees Lardo’s favourite chocolate bar while she stands in line at the grocery store, and always buys one to bring home, even when she has a bag of fun size bars in the cart 

Who initiated the first kiss

Lardo, though she says she was getting mad vibes from Ford so it’s easier to lean in without fear of rejection

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Lardo. Ford’s better at waking up the first time her alarm goes off and as she gets up, Lardo’s way of protesting her leaving the warm bed is to grab her wrist, pull her back under the covers, and kiss her into submission to cuddle until the snooze goes off 

Who starts tickle fights

Ford. She just straight up likes wrestling and making Lardo laugh so combine the two of them together and Ford is a happy camper. They are very evenly matched though so half the time Ford is the one to end up laughing until she snorts when she starts the tickle fights 

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Lardo mostly, but it’s more asking if Ford can join her in the shower to reach the paint that she’s can’t reach on her own (there’s never anything there, but Ford isn’t complaining) 

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Ford. Lardo falls into the creative cliche in which she gets caught up in a project and forgets that things beyond the canvas and paint exist so she needs the reminder to eat. Ford also gets caught up in her projects, but she sets multiple alarms to keep herself on track throughout the day

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Neither. They knew where they stood when they went on their first date, after having a discussion about their relationship, the date a natural extension of it

Who kills/takes out the spiders

They rock, paper, scissors for it. Neither is practically scared of them, it’s just an annoyance 

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Lardo. Usually she spends the night looking in Ford’s direction and then sighing happily, like she can’t believe her luck, but the more she drinks the more vocal she is about telling people why she’s so lucky 

anonymous asked:

Imagine the non-Christmas celebrating Hausmates searching for an open restaurant on the 25th.

It starts with a smack and a groan. Then, into the howling, frozen night, “I SAID LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!”

Lardo and Dex are on the stairs before the bang! ricochets through the Haus.

“What the hell, man?” Lardo calls out as they race up the stairs. No one answers. They get on the landing to see Adam in front of Bitty’s closed room and Chris peering out of his, slack-jawed.

“Holtz?” Lardo’s voice goes all soft as she pulls him away, but Dex can’t take his eyes off Bitty’s door. Nursey was in there. Nursey was sleeping. Nursey who is the definition of calm and collected…chill. Adam had only wanted to ask if Nursey wanted Chinese or Middle Eastern. It’d been a tie between the four of them without Nursey.

Dex flings the door open and closes it behind him, ignoring Adam’s distressed sound.

Derek’s head snaps up when Dex walks in, his mouth curled in a tight sneer. He doesn’t relax when he sees it’s only Dex. Dex never expected him too, but…things have been better. Between them. He thought his presence might be a comfort to him.

Dex doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know what happened. Derek has never…

“I—” he starts. He snaps his mouth shut when Derek stalks towards him in response.

His warm liquid eyes are now steel, are now— “Whatever you’re gonna say, don’t. Just leave me alone. Back off!

Oh, is that how it is. Dex grew up with a big family. Everyone lived in the same town or the town over. Which meant a lot of men, testosterone. Which meant a lot of posturing. Dex learned to hold his own real young, so he matches Derek’s smirk and pushes back. “Not really my style, Malik.” Before Derek can respond, he continues, “you’re coming whether you want it or not. It’s Christmas. Would’ve never taken you for the Grinch.”

Anger snaps through Derek’s eyes and Dex is backed up against the wall before he knows it. He gasps from the sudden movement, not pain, but Derek’s eyes widen nonetheless and he stumbles back, shock filtering through his eyes. His shoulders deflate, shadows in the dark room, and Dex straightens. He counts to twenty, to slow his heartbeat, to even out his breathing. Twenty seconds of silence before Derek grabs his jacket and leaves in a flurry of activity. By the time Dex can respond, the main door slams shut and Dex is pressing small, firm circles into his forehead. What the fuck, Nurse…

“Lardo, you have a car, right? Take Chris and Adam to that Middle Eastern place. Derek and I will meet you there,” he calls out as he shoves his arms through his jacket and grabs enough scarves for the both of them.

“You sure, bro?” Lardo cocks an eyebrow at him.

He smiles because he can tell she’s worried for him. “Yeah! Don’t worry, alright? I’ll drag the Grinch back with me.”

It isn’t hard to track Nursey given the footsteps in the snow, and Dex hurries to catch up with him. He doesn’t know what’s wrong, but it doesn’t matter. They’d agreed to be friends, and this is what friends do. Even when one is being a dick.

Dex finds Nursey on a bench by the river. He’s a speck of black against the white snow blanketing everything around him. Dex pulls out the spare scarf and wraps it around Derek before sitting down.

Any other day, he’d have been fine with just sitting there, waiting for a response, but it’s cold as fuck outside and his balls are gonna fall off if they stay too long, so he starts with the obvious, “you’re being a dick. I don’t know why, but you are. But, like, since this is the first time in a year, I don’t think Adam’s too mad at you. Neither am I.” Dex sighs. “Our team—we’re a family, bro. It really is like I traded in one for another. It means that no one’s gonna leave you alone to sulk. Thought you knew that.”

Time slides past them, the only moving thing in the dead night.

Derek exhales and moves closer to rest his head on Dex’s shoulder. “Why would I? Never really had a family,” Derek mumbles out.

“You have two moms. They love you.” They have to.

Derek shrugs. “I don’t know how. They don’t know me, Will. They—” Derek laughs and it’s ugly and bitter. Dex shifts closer. “I’ve never spent the holidays with them. For as long as I’ve remembered, they’ve done things just right. They tell me they love me, kiss me goodnight and drop me off to school. But I don’t remember the last time I talked to them. Every year, they’d work their asses off to get me expensive clothes, supplies and shoes and then during break, they’d fucking leave me with the maid while they go off and vacation somewhere. I’ve always been alone during the holidays.”

Jesus… “Well, you…you’re not alone anymore.” Dex grabs Derek’s hands in his own and makes him focus. “I’m here. Adam, Chow, Lardo, we’re all here. For you. You don’t have to be alone. Derek, fuck, I’ll spend Christmas with you. Or Hanukkah or whichever. Every year if that’s what it takes for you to never feel alone on Chr—the holidays, okay? Fuck everything else. It’s in the past. Right here, right now, you’re not alone. Okay?”

Derek stares back at him, eyes wide and soft. “O-Okay.”

The kiss is sudden. An instinctive act, really, light and sweet. Dex pulls back before it can become more than a caressing comfort and ignores the way Derek follows.

Clearing his throat and smiling, Dex loops an arm around Derek’s shoulder to pull him up. “Alright then, let’s get the hell outta here. My balls are dying. The others are at the restaurant already.”

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larissa159951  asked:

Hey! Love Your Account!!💛☁️ I was wondering if i could get a ship? I have long blonde hair and Blue/green/grey/brown etc. like many colours in my eyes😂 Im 5'0 and love to act, sing, dance and sport. I'm very athletic and kickbox 3 times a week. Also PE 7 hours in school ( i chose to get more). At first when people meet me i may seem quit shy but.. when you know me i am outgoing loyal and a jokester ⚡️ Thank you so much! Larissa

@larissa159951 Your Teen Wolf Ship is: Brett Talbot

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You and Brett Talbot easily became a power couple. You both played lacrosse, but for each others rival school, which made it all the more interesting when you both had to face one another. You both took pride in gaining victories over each other, doing whatever necessary to come out with a win. Life outside of lacrosse was completely different. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered when you two where together. He was the biggest romantic, he would always bring you flowers, and your favorite foods. He often would skip school to meet you in the library to have make-out sessions. Brett Talbot fell hard for you, and you did the same in return.

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Tagged by: @svteenthings​ thank you so much larissa for tagging me !!! and im sorry this took so long lol. HAHA

Answer the questions in a new post and tag blogs you would like to know better.

A: Age - 16

B: Birthplace - yeah i check iiiiiin Manila City

C: Current time - 8:26 AM

D: Drink you had last - coffee

E: Easiest person to talk to - @theliqht@soongyuz@lovelycheollie@boomboombitches@lunarjihoon@svteenthings@seventeensvtseventeen@junhao-ing​ srsly why am i so lucky to have u ??

F: Favorite song - Wrapped Around Your Finger by 5 Seconds of Summer

G: Grossest memory - lol okay im a total brat when i was younger, i have this guy friend and he was annoying me so much, and my brat lil self spat on his hair, okay that is not what i am right now i promise im a good kid, idek why i did that to him. 

H: Hogwarts house - im a hufflepuff !!!

I: In love? - uh yes? hansol will be mad if i say i dont. 

J: Jealous of people - hmm, right now? i dont think so, but before yes, when i get so little attention like they make me feel that im not existing. 

K: Killed someone - i kill them by my words. 

L: Love at first sight or should I walk by again - WALK BY AGAIN

M: Middle name - oooooh this is a bit personal sorry.

N: Number of siblings - wanna one

O: One wish - healthy and happy life ! :))) oh wait thats two

P: Person you called last - my best friend ! 

Q: Question you are always asked - “have you graduated in college?” okay wth im only 16 

R: Reason to smile - my family !!! and my friends irl and here in tumblr !! u girls know who u r im not gonna mention yall anymore ;)

S: Song you sang last - HAHA Out of my Limit - 5SOS

T: Time you woke up - pass six, i dont remember when exactly

U: Underwear color - it’s white, this is tmi!!

V: Vacation Destination - i want to travel around the world, but rn i rlly want to visit somewhere in europe

W: Worst habit - laughing at serious situations HAHAHA

Y: Your favorite food -pizZA michael wants another slice

X: X-rays - yes i had for my teeth!

Z: Zodiac sign - Aquarius !! 

Tagging: my main @theliqht@soongyuz@lovelycheollie@junhao-ing@boomboombitches @seventeensvtseventeen and everyone who wants to do this !!

stantaire  asked:


Jack’s mother had always kept up with the local art scene wherever she lived, and with Bad Bob busy and travelling so much, he ended up dragged along quite a bit as a child.  He was quiet and well-mannered, so his mother never saw much reason to get a sitter.  They were the kinds of culturally enriching experiences she wished she’d had when she was young, so when she was invited to gallery openings or told about great concerts and performances, she just brought Jack along.  He’s got shoeboxes in his closet back home that are filled with old wristbands, ticket stubs, and playbills.  

And while all of it had been fun - getting to spend time with his mother, having her ask his opinion of things like she was really curious - his favorite had been theater.  Concerts got too loud sometimes, even with earplugs, and sometimes the art was just weird and bad and not at all accessible for someone who was all of eight, but he understood theater.  The musicals were his favorite, catchy and beautiful, and always the right volume.  

So it just became their thing.  They’d take the train to New York to see Broadway shows, catch productions by local theater companies, even some of the college performances when it was a favorite.  Alicia didn’t think she would ever be as sad as she was the day Jack turned down tickets to the Broadway closing of Rent because he didn’t want to miss skate the next morning.  The universe cruelly proved her wrong.

After Jack was home from rehab his therapist had strongly encouraged Jack to find passions outside of hockey.  Three months and several failed community center clubs later, he’d slid into the passenger seat of Alicia’s car and asked, “Are you busy Sunday afternoon?” That weekend, they made plans for a matinee and dinner.  In the parking lot after watching The Last Five Years, Jack came out to his mother, stumbling through the whole horrible story of Kent and the Q and the meds.  By the time he pulled away from her hug, appologizing for the wet patch on the shoulder of her sweater, he felt light enough to huff a small laugh when she wiped his tears with a crumpled Tim Horton’s napkin from the glovebox.

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