PLEASE DO NOT SLEEP ON DEAR WHITE PEOPLE LIKE YALL SLEPT ON THE GET DOWN. IT IS WRITTEN DIRECTED BY AND STARS NOT JUST POC, BUT BLACK PEOPLE. DO. NOT. SLEEP. ON. IT. IT IS SUCH A BRILLIANTLY FUNNY SHOW, THE CINEMATOGRAPHY IS STUNNING, THE STORYLINES OF EACH CHARACTERS ARE AMAZING AND THE ACTORS THEMSELVES ARE INCREDIBLE. i get heated over this but watch 👏🏼 dear 👏🏽 white 👏🏾 people 👏🏿 please don’t sleep on it, it deserves recognition it’s fucking amazing
I promised @legojacques a ficlet about Kent and sticky notes.
side note: is it possible to write fics about fics you haven’t published yet?
Things Kent knows about himself:
He’s more intelligent than people give him credit for.
He forgets things really easily.
Super easily, actually. He remembers being in the Q and
having the best memory out of anyone on the team. Nowadays, he’s lucky if he
can remember something long enough to write it down. He read somewhere about
trauma inducing memory loss. Kent doesn’t care to figure out if it’s from
physical or emotional trauma since he’s no stranger to both, and they equally suck.
Which is why he’s taken to carrying around a pen and a pack of
sticky notes wherever he goes. Kit hates it because sometimes she’ll go roaming
around, and find them inexplicably stuck to her tail. The cleaning company also hates them because it’s against their policy
to move personal items. Which means his kitchen cabinets haven’t been wiped
down in a solid month. Jeff hates them the most because if Kent so much as
tries to leave a message for him on the fridge, it gets lost under fifteen
different notes about what they need to fix for next week’s drills.
For Kent, however, they’re a great way to keep track of his
thoughts. Just last week, he’d woken up in the middle of the night, grabbed a
glass of milk, wrote down exactly what they need to get an edge over Seattle,
and fell back asleep. It took them twenty minutes to find it the next morning. But they did beat the Schooners.
Unfortunately, there were a few instances where sticky notes
were more to his detriment than anything. Case in point, he woke up a few
mornings ago to find a sticky note on his bathroom mirror. It had a doodle of a
duck with a heart next to it. Underneath the words “rematch island” were
scrawled in his signature drunk-cursive. Kent only writes cursive when he’s
Since then, he’s cycled through almost every possibility imaginable.
But he still can’t figure out what rematch island means. They’re on a roadie
through part of the Metropolitan division. He keeps thinking that something
will come up; something will give him an inkling as to what he’s forgetting. A
hand claps his shoulder, stirring him out of his thoughts.
Jeff is chatting with him amicably as their flight descends
into New York. But it takes a few seconds for Kent’s mind to process his words.
“What?” Kent finally asks.
Troy sighs, “how much of that didja hear?”
Kent winces slowly. “Something about a party?”
Jeff looks at him neutrally. “Close enough,” he decides. “She
said it doesn’t start until ten so we’ll have plenty of time to shower up.”
“Jesus, Parse,” Troy berates. “Lardo? She called on
Saturday. I thought you wrote it down somewhere?”
Kent’s eyes furrow. His mind clicks everything into place. They
were playing the Islanders tonight. Lardo had made him promise a beer pong
rematch after last month’s victory over her. The duck, the heart—of fucking
course. He bites the inside of his cheek.
Jeff raises his eyebrows, frowning in confusion. “What?”
“I forgot what my note meant.” Kent blushes. He fishes it
out of his back pocket, handing it to Jeff.
Jeff stares at it for a few seconds before bursting out into
“Quit it,” Kent grumbles.
“I’m sending this her, right now,” he chuckles. He pulls out
his phone and opens snapchat.
“Babe,” Kent whines.
“Don’t ‘babe’ me,” Troy counters. “What’s the point of
metamours if I can’t chirp you?”
Kent tries in vain to suppress a grin. He loves his
boyfriend…and his girlfriend. They shutout the Islanders. A few
hours later, they’re fashionably late showing up at Lardo and Camilla’s
apartment. Jeff kisses him earnestly before dragging Carter, Goose, and Perry
to kitchen for drinks. He finds Lardo out on the balcony, laughing with one of
her friends from work. Kent hugs her from behind, causing Larissa to yelp in surprise.
“Fuck, you scared me,” she grunts.
“Sorry,” he mumbles.
She turns to him, offering a sip of her mixed drink.
“I heard you spaced on me,” Lardo chirps, clearly amused.
“I wrote it down,” Kent swears.
“I saw.” She pulls out her phone to show him the screenshot
she took. “You’re getting better at drawing ducks.”
He beams excitedly. “Yea? You liked it?”
Lardo smirks as she gets on her tip toes to kiss him. “I’d
give it an A for effort. B for execution.”
it’s been YEARS and I’m still BITTER that Kelsi from High School Musical DID NOT get the credit she DESERVED! this iconic character was so important in moving the plot forward, and she was just brushed off??????? 🙄 I don’t normally talk about my feelings but PLEASE
↳  Favourite people ⋙ Troy Baker [2/5]
“Celebrity, is when they care more about you, than they care about your work. Notoriety, is when people respect you, or you’re attached to something that people respect. I want notoriety.”
Ok I was looking through the tags and I’m gonna do some posts for the diff Check Please RPF ships (and shipping wars). But I wanted to do it in semi-chronological order which means first we gotta discuss the Kent/Troy aka Kent/Swoops discourse. And if any one has topic requests/questions feel free to send them to my inbox.
*clears throat, we’re now in the land of my UBER SUCESSFUL in-universe rpf blog. My character will be one of a Pimms shipper who’s been jaded by the discourse surrounding Jack’s OD.*
The year is 2009 (and goes as far as 2011). This blog is mostly inhabited by Aces content at this point.
Ransom signs with the Aces because they’re as far away as he can get from Boston. He figures that despite their reputation for playing dirty, they’re the most progressive team in the league. He looks over at Kent, whose face is sullen and lost in a house full of people here to be with him. He wonders if someone could know his entire story without him saying more than a few words. Or The one where Ransom joins the LV Aces, and Kent sometimes has a grip.