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quotes from the music department

*Repeatedly sings part of the music in scat*

“Ben swore to Jesus that if he didn’t help me at the concert he’d do thirty push-ups in front of the entire band, and I’m just as excited for this as you guys are.”

“If it were easy, football players would be doing this”

“We were 4.75 points off of the next band, and I’ll make certain this number will haunt you until next season.”

“Tomorrow’s gonna be a rough week.”

“I’ll just get a golf cart to follow the band in the parade. Maybe one day I’ll play a halftime show in a golf cart, all by myself.”

“No, Danny, you’re not starting a group chat for jazz.”

“Someone made me a 22&½-inch stick to measure steps. Don’t make me use it.”

“Trumpets, raise your right hand, and move it over to the person next to you. You’ll be fingering the notes on their trumpet.” *leans over to woodwinds* “this is gonna be really funny”

“We don’t have Thursday night rehearsal this week, so live the lives you have outside of band. So basically, catch up on homework.”

“Here it is– wait no, that’s 32 pages, that’s not right.”

“Before we step off on Saturday, you need to focus and say the following prayer”

“All the freshmen are on break, none of them are here!” *section leader raises hand* “Adeline’s here” “She’s the only one ADELINE WHY DONT YOU TAKE BREAKS IN THE STANDS”

“I hope this is loud enough, because this is as loud as its gonna get” *glares at the saxophone that forgot the speaker* “He forgot the speaker, my own flesh and blood.”

“As usual, the bassist knows the articulation and rhythms to the saxophone parts better than the saxophones do.”

*beatboxes to metronome*

“I want you to go home, do homework, practice, do more homework, have a milkshake, and practice some more.”

“If you want to annoy the heck out of a musician, play a cadence but leave out the last chord and wait like 20 minutes”

“this passage is called ‘Glendy Burk.’ I went to high school with her, actually.”

“you aren’t feeling well? Drugs?”

“while I was in the middle of complimenting you, you made a mistake”

“that saxophone line was jazzy as hell”

“you just have to play angrier”

“what’s the point if they’re all accented?”

“you squeaked in tune”

“can you take that d?”

“you can play my final pitch”

“imagine brass knuckles, but on a tambourine”

“I had to blow on my tongue”

“Bethany, you’re my number one!”

“the entire band is pianissimo, so play really loud. mezzo piano.”

“go through the head”

“BAD tambourine!!!”

“112 is the American tempo”

“the audience started clapping during the caesura. I didn’t know whether to continue on or leave the stage.”

“Matthew, while you were gone, Ed and I determined that you’re a freeloader”

“you came in early” “I don’t remember”

“did you just compare terrible bass parts to a terrorist attack?”

“Christ, Elizabeth, you’re such a violinist”

“All of our violas are at another rehearsal today, so we’ll begin today’s rehearsal with a prayer as that is the only thing that can save us.”

“We don’t have a spare bass bow to use while Ed’s is being rehaired, so you two are just gonna have to share. Yeah. Sorry about that.”

“Ah, yes, but what baroque style are we talkin’ here”

“It was at that point she handed the first chair violin a viola part. He proceeded to hand it back to her.”

“I went home and cradled that music. I never get original bass parts.”

“She turned the page in her score and forgot to continue conducting. Honestly, I would’ve been less surprised had she thrown her baton into the cello section”

“There are two basses in pit this year, so we’re an actual section, so he can’t just shove us in the corner this year HIGH FIVE”

“Does she really know how to buy a bow? She should make it a field trip so you get the right one.” *swings hands in air super wide* “it has to AGREE and BLEND with the instrument DO YOU SEE”

“When the orchestra director doesn’t know what to do she just asks the second chair. If he’s gone, she waits until a day he attends rehearsal to ask him.”

“Don’t be afraid to play out. Except during rests. Then you should be very afraid.”

“is it ok if I start to cry a little right now?”

“I had anaemia as a kid, and my schoolteacher’s name sounded like ‘anaemia’, so naturally, I hated her”

“she took the pen out of my hand and said, ‘no, Richard, use pencil.’ I was so mad”

“I don’t think it’s a coincidence that there are fewer bassists today and higher rates of suicide, gang violence, school shootings…”

“channel your inner Whitney Houston”

“play quietly, like you’re about to wake a baby. except you’re the baby, because you didn’t practice”

“I have another metronome app now. I collect them.”

“if someone calls my bass a cello one more time I’m gonna lose it”

“at the gig, a drunk guy came up to me, pointed to my harp, and called it a sideways piano”

“I want the space between these notes to be so big you can fit a little drawing of a house, a sun, a tree, and little dog in there.”

“90º angle notes”

“I want the sixteenth notes so sharp they could kill a man”

“turn the soundbox on”

“do you have a fancy phone? the answer is yes, yes you do.”

“I listened to the narration a few times before realising it was in German”

“I’ve got, like, four copies of that piece. the conductor keeps forgetting that I already have it and makes me a new copy.”

“soon I’ll have AIDS. Hearing aids, I mean. I’m old, is what I’m saying”

“more birdlike, turn on roundabout faster”

“kissing from the left is different from kissing from the right. not that I would know. asking for a friend.”

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For two weeks each year, the termite mounds on the Brazillian Cerrado light up the night. The source of these lights are not the termites, but headlight beetle larvae. The larvae live inside the outer part of mound, only emerging during the few weeks each year when male and female termites take flight. The glowing bodies of the larvae draws the termites like moths to a flame, allowing the larvae to grab and devour them. The larvae collects as many termites as they can and place them in their larder within the mound, which needs to last until the next flying season. This very limited availability of food means that it takes two years for the larvae to turn into adult beetles.

The Hunt (Episode 5: Nowhere To Hide, 2015)

YOI Fan Rec Friday

Thanks for all your awesome recs this week!

Rec’d by anonymous:
A Lesson in Wanting by awesometinyhumanbeing, Not rated, 12k
Victor ties himself into a knot known as Katsuki Yuuri—in more ways than one—and they navigate their way to each other in a series of fits and starts, miscommunication, and Herculean pining.

✧·゚: *✧·゚:*    *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
the things i’ll give you (everything, everything) by yukilee, Gen, 8.3k (WIP)
in which viktor finds yuuri sleeping everywhere around campus and he just wants to take him home.

✧·゚: *✧·゚:*    *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Under the Cover of Eros by Kawaiiusagi, Explicit, 45k (WIP)
The Phantom Thief Eros steals fine jewels, but he also has his eye set on Detective Nikiforov’s heart. 

✧·゚: *✧·゚:*    *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
The Cold Beauty by NefariousandElegant, Teen, 10k (WIP)
He has been cursed for years to live alone and to be disgraced with powers he never wanted. He is selfish and arrogant. Cold. Only one can change him and help everything be restored. After years of waiting for the one, he finally arrives. Victor never thought he could return to normal until he laid eyes on a true beauty… Yuuri Katsuki.

✧·゚: *✧·゚:*    *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
Six Hours Ahead by alipiee, Teen, 5.3k (WIP)
When Yuuri downloaded the harmless quiz app, he hadn’t expected to become best friends with the Russian boy who asked him for a rematch. 

✧·゚: *✧·゚:*    *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d b anonymous:
my name is viktor nikiforov by thishasbeencary, Teen, 5k
Soulmates are telepathically linked to each other, but can only hear the other’s thoughts when they’re in close proximity. Viktor Nikiforov’s soulmate isn’t Russian, but Japanese, and he can’t understand a single word that they think. Other than his name.

✧·゚: *✧·゚:*    *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by @s-h-i-k-e-i:
Petrichor by fundips, Gen, 2.1k
Viktor and Yuuri returned to Hasetsu to train until next season, resuming their relationship except more domestic than anything. On the first rainy day they had together, Viktor jumped up and dragged Yuuri out of the onsen as soon as it started pouring down - Yuuri still in his lazy clothes with unwashed hair. As soon as they were on the street outside in the downpour, Viktor kissed him. Afterwards, Viktor said it was because he’d always wanted to kiss in the rain.

✧·゚: *✧·゚:* *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Second Row, Center Seat by LittleLostStar, Gen, 5.2k
In which Victor is the talented actor, and Yuuri is the theater critic with a perpetual crush.

✧·゚: *✧·゚:* *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
six seconds of life by EyeOfKaleidoscope, Teen, 2.9k
Phichit mourns the loss of Vine (he even plans a funeral).

✧·゚: *✧·゚:* *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
The Plot Twist We Deserved by Daughter of Vayu (aquaregia), Teen, 2.5k
Viktor Nikiforov and Yuri Plisetsky were otaku, obsessed over a manga series ‘On ICE!!!’ which was written by Katsuki Yuuri-sensei. See how the two fanboys gushing over their favorite manga and annoyed the hell out of Katsuki Yuuri.

✧·゚: *✧·゚:* *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous, anonymous, and @mmeishi :
Nuclear Hearts Club by butterbeerbitch, Teen, 15k (WIP)
Being seventeen and chronically confused isn’t always a walk in the park - especially when you’ve been crushing on your brother’s best friend since you were nine. You’d be crazy not to. Victor’s the best thing to happen to the world since sliced bread.

✧·゚: *✧·゚:* *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Tu meum Animum by bratinella, Gen, 47k (WIP)
Viktor is many things but, lately, there are things that are added in his repertoire and he brushes it off as a trick of the imagination since he does not consider himself a stalker and most definitely not a dork.

✧·゚: *✧·゚:* *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
More Than Okay by LoneWolf_With_Internet, Gen, 6.4k
While on tour, the last thing Viktor would have expected during his stop in Japan would be to give a free performance to his fans at a karaoke bar, but what surprised him even more was the cute Japanese skater – that Viktor swears he’s seen before – the crowd pressured into joining him on stage for a duet. Needless to say, Victor had more fun than he originally anticipated.

✧·゚: *✧·゚:* *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
Kiss The Rain by Writingfanfics1432, Gen, 1.3k
Yuri gets attacked and Viktor tries his best to comfort him.

✧·゚: *✧·゚:* *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by @domokunrainbowkinz:
Mercury’s Muse by starsong462, Not Rated, 11k (WIP)
Royalty AU where Yuuri and Prince Victor meet as children, fall in love, and inspire each other through music.

✧·゚: *✧·゚:* *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Lullaby of Birdland by Orchids_and_Fictional_Cities, Teen, 40k (WIP)
After his poor performance at the Grand Prix Final, Yuuri is weary but not broken, and decides to give it one last shot. Victor plays piano three nights a week at a small jazz bar near the Detroit Skating Club, and does his best to get by.

✧·゚: *✧·゚:* *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon:
Standard Deviations by JustBeHappy, Teen, 86k
Victor knew something was wrong when he woke up. Firstly, Yuuri wasn’t by his side in bed. Secondly, the wallpapers weren’t supposed to be blue. Time Travel AU, where Victor landed 4 years into the past, just after Sochi Grand Prix Finals.

✧·゚: *✧·゚:* *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
extremely loud and incredibly close by anirondack, Explicit, 5.4k
“There are a couple other skaters around - some stayed to shower, but most have been gone for half an hour or more - but Yuuri pays no attention to them. His gaze is on the building they’re staying at, and he barely says a word until they get there and then, when the elevator doors close, he hits the button for their floor and then shoves Victor against the wall.” 

✧·゚: *✧·゚:* *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
YOI Gem AU series by Jesse_Rae, Not Rated/Gen, 8.4k (WIP)
Steven Universe crossover!

✧·゚: *✧·゚:* *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by @exile-wrath:
Hearts On Snow by BoredomIsDeadly, Teen, 15k (WIP)
Yuri Katsuki is content with retiring to his family inn to live out the rest of his life in relative peace and quiet following a certain incident and a period of fruitless adventuring. But he returns only to meet news that his dog had died, leaving him in a terrible mental state. So when Makkachin appears out of nowhere, he decides to return it to its owner in another kingdom before fully calling it quits.

✧·゚: *✧·゚:* *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Competing for Your Attention by IdunAurora, Gen, 72k (WIP)
It was only later when the idea was planted into his head by a visiting Dragon Master, and it was only when he watched junior coordinator Viktor Nikiforov compete in a televised event that Yuuri decided he would take on the Hoenn League challenge when he reached the age of ten.


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so i’ve rewatched season 2 a couple times and it was great don’t get me wrong. but a lot of it was expected. season 1 left off with a mystery but we had an idea about where it was going. this season we have no idea about anything. yes the shadow monster knows about eleven and her powers but what will it do? we don’t know!! and this is why i am so in love with this show, the cast is absolutely adorable and they’re all so quirky and cute. i cannot believe i have to wait until next year for season 3 ; but please, let’s give will byers a season to chill and have a nice day okay?!

a song of ice and fire [1]

summary: Winter is nearly here. ||  game of thrones au || bucky x reader

warnings: none, unless you count the use of the word whore and bastard offensive, james is very sarcastic and i love it

note:Yes, I know I’m starting ANOTHER series. Sue me. I was excited to write this. Just a little set up for the series, I guess. This is not going to be exactly like Game of Thrones, mind you. This is going to be inspired by it, with my own twist to the story. I hope you all enjoy it! Feedback is always appreciated!

Originally posted by winterwantsplums

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"There is no great genius without some touch of madness" (Ivar x Reader)

A/N: Hi, hello. I know the title is long but I couldn’t come up with anything mine. Btw it’s Aristotle.
I’ve been in this fandom for a while, but more like the observatior (idk if it’s a word). Ivar is the best Viking but don’t hate me if you don’t like him in this writing. It’s fanfiction after all.
Thanks for support and enjoy 💛

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Being Floki’s daughter, in your opinion, was amazing. You build boats together while Helga looked at you lovingly. You remember playing around with your father’s black paint, just to be like him. You always loved when both of your parents layed down with you and told you stories about theirs and Ragnar’s raids. You grew up with Ubbe and Hvitserk, since you’re around the same age, and it made you curious about their father, whom you didn’t remember.

Of course your father was seen as a little strange. It lead to teasing from people in Kattegat, but when it became too much Floki always was there to wipe your tears away and tell you stories about brave goddesses. His love to Gods became your strenght.

You started to watch how Ubbe and Hvitserk trained, even how Sigurd tried to do it with Ivar. Eventually you start to sneak out at nights to train on your own. Your luck ended when you hurt yourself with an axe. You came home and tried to stop the bleeding, until your father noticed you weren’t in your bed.

“Who hurt you?” You saw pure anger in his eyes and before he jumped to conclusions you spoke up
“I tried to fight with your axe, but it sleeped”
“You took my axe?” He asks shocked and starts to take care of your stomach
“I wanted to be like all the goddesses” You said in small voice
“You don’t need to fight to be one” Floki smiles softly at you
“But I want to fight!” You quickly checked if your mother wasn’t awake and continued whispering “I want to go on raids with you. I need to know how to defend mother in case she’ll be in danger”
“You’re really brave for a twelve year old” He patted your knee and stood up “Go to sleep. I’ll teach you few things when you’ll be healed” You happily kissed his cheek and went to bed
This little incident lead to your trainings with your father. And soon you joined Ubbe and Hvitserk. Your light weight gave you the upper hand and non of the Ragnar’s sons could beat you, but they still tried. Even after all those years.
“Come on!” You teased Sigurd who was getting up from the ground “Fighting with you becomes boring”
“You’re mad” He shook his head
“Is your ego hurt?” You tilted your head and smiled sweetly
“Can’t you loose?” Hvitserk shouted from his position under the tree “Just once?” “If I’ll loose with one of you then I’ll have to loose with the rest” You said back and placed your sword next to Ivar
“How’s it possible that we both were thought by Floki and yet you’re better?” You smirked at Ivar and messed his hair up
“Cause I’m smarter” Ubbe smiled at you while Sigurd rolled his eyes “It was nice to kick your asses again but gotta go.”
“Why so fast?” Hvitserk spoke up when you started walking away
“Father wants to see me” You shrugged and waved to all of them before disappearing in the woods

♧♧♧♧♧

When Ragnar showed up you were eager to learn his fighting tactics, but every time you went to the training he ignored you. His sons send you apologizing looks, but non of them spoke up. When you asked your father he simply giggled and went back to building. You never were patient with things off of the battle field. It wasn’t a big surprise to your friends when you came to the training, picked up your sword and made your way to Ragnar. You blocked his sword before Sigurd could react.
“I don’t care if you want to fight with me or not. You don’t have a choice” You smirked triumphantly
“Took you longer than I thought” He simply smiled and tried to attack
You were constantly deflecting and attacking. It went for almost two hours. You noticed that he tried to use less pressure at one leg, so you kicked him and pointed your sword at his neck. He looked up at your weapon and smiled
“Good job” You smield back and helped him up
“Thanks” You breathed out before walking away like you just didn’t won with Ragnar Lothbroke.

♧♧♧♧♧

When you found out that Ivar left with Ragnar to England and Hvitersk went with Björn and your parents you were more than pissed. Your fighting became more brutal and furious to the point where you started to randomly fight other vikings. Your friends were scared of what you might do if they won’t come back.
After awhile you calmed down or more likely, redirected your anger. You became more scary in eyes of your people. The only ones who stayed by your side were Ubbe, Sigurd and Aslaug.
When Lagertha shot one of the people you looked up to you went berserk. You killed ten of her warriors without even blinking. They locked you and you friends in one room.

♧♧♧♧♧

“Ivar’s back” Ubbe declared while you sharpened your knife
“Good for him” You said through clenched teeth
“Are you going to talk with him?”
“There’s nothing to say” You observed how light danced on your weapon. Until Ubbe ripped it from you
“For Gods’ sake!” He shouted “He just found out that both of his parents are gone!” His face changed from angry to soft “He lost both parents in one day. Can you please” Ubbe closed his eyes for a second “Show him the same amount of support as you did for us?” He looked at you pleadingly
“You’re asking for impossible Ubbe”
“Just try. Please” He smiled at you

♧♧♧♧♧

After first few days of your absence Ivar thought you came back to pitty him, so he was always sarcastic with you and tried to hurt you as much as he could. He didn’t knew that you went through a lot too. And his behaviour was only irritating you.
When Björn came back you were happy to see Hvitserk again and even more glad to know your parents were alright.
You stopped dead in your tracks seeing that Helga was standing with a young girl. You turn your gaze to see not so pleased Floki
“What is that?” You spat still shocked
“Your dear mother here, wanted another child” Your father smiled and went away. You looked at you mother with hurt and then send one glare to the newcomer.
You were gone as fast as you showed up. You felt like you weren’t good enough. Like the twelve year old you, before the training. Your anger made you see red and you pushed next to your friends totally ignoring their worried looks.
You went into the woods, grabbed your sword and started to attack the target. All the bad memories flooded your mind and it made you even more pissed. You took a big swing and the target broke in half. You sighted and stepped back.
“You’ll have to do a new one” You wipped around to see Ivar in his usual spot
“How long were you watching?” You squinted your eyes
“Long enough to notice that you’re not too happy to have a sister” He smirked and you huffed
“She’s not my sister . She’s not even a viking.” You grimaced remembering her face
“She’s not a christian either” You saw that Ivar was teasing you just to entertain himself, which became normal nowadays.
“You might scare people, but for me you’re still a child” You stated and went to go home
“I am not a child” Ivar growled and seconds later his axe was in the tree close to your leg. You turned around and glared at him
“Only a child attacks his opponent from behind” You eyed him down “Or a coward”
“I can beat you” He send you one of his icy stares. It made you laugh
“Still trying to prove that you’re better than others?” You mocked but took your sword once again
“I am better” He spat and started attacking you
He was sitting so ironically he didn’t have to use as much energy as you did. After few moments of fighting you weren’t so sure about your win. You started to notice that his shoulders became bigger, his way of fighting changed and his posture we more straighter. Those were small details, but you knew that they were the key to winning. You wanted to surprise him from the side and end the fight, but you made the dumbest mistake. You first prepared your body then attacked. He easily saw your next move and blocked it. You were trapped few centimetres from his chest
“Told you I’m better” Ivar had a proud smirk on his face and you wanted nothing more than to wipe it away
“You were lucky” You hissed and he tightened his grip on your hips
“Can’t you admit that someone is better than you?” His blue eyes pirced into yours
“Can’t you?” You spat back and you glared at each other
Before you could react his lips were on yours, but you didn’t hesitate to kiss back. It was full of lust, passion, love and anger. He was really possessive holding you flush against him and he fought to have control. You were as stubborn as he was, so you gripped his hair yanking at it a bit.
You and Ivar were really alike. Never stepping back, getting what you wanted and always thinking that you were better than others. Now, when you were togehter, you knew that you could win the whole world. With his temperament and your berserk state you were unstoppable. Ivar was all you needed and you were fuel to his fire.

annawrites  asked:

i've enjoyed your prompt fills so much, thank you for sharing them!! if you feel like it: chef!andrew trying (and failing) to woo picky eater neil with fancy food? :)

The thing about growing up on the run is that you never really develop a palate.

You eat what’s there to be eaten, whatever you manage to stuff in your pockets while your mother distracts the cashier trying to haggle for cigarettes, as if it’s anywhere near possible to haggle in a 7/11.

You eat school lunches, bland chicken nuggets and congealed mac and cheese and unseasoned carrots with those little close to expired fruit cups with the peaches and cherries and simple syrup.

You drink gas station coffee—maybe it stunts your growth, but you drink it anyway—and fill old plastic water bottles from drinking fountains or public restroom sinks.

At least, that’s what Neil tries to explain to Matt one day, when Matt invites Neil to his favorite restaurant in his hometown. It just so happens that Matt’s hometown is New York City, and the chef at this place has a Michelin star, but Neil isn’t on the run anymore and his paycheck is hefty enough that he can afford it.

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@adultswim Here’s an idea.

Hire writers (hint hint) to write Rick and Morty books/short story collections while the show is on hiatus. Produce extra content, gain extra revenue, keep the hardcore fans satisfied until the next season airs, and help up and coming writers (hint hint) gain exposure.

It’s a win-win.

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Species swaps! Pony heads, demons, humans, and mewnans. 

Like Baby Bird

inspired by this text post because tater would.

I pulled this out of the bottom of my “unfinished” folder and finished it because I promised you guys some writing and I’m gonna deliver even if it’s crap.

(warning: it’s crap.)

edit: (ao3 link)

There’s no one else in the NHL whom Tater would rather piss off than Kent Parson. Feints and unnecessary checks and stealing Kent’s puck while saying, “You mind I’m borrow?” like he’s just swung by Kent’s place for a cup of sugar. Twice he’s gotten up in Kent’s business all through a tight game, asking “You want fight? Come on, Parson, little fight, know you want, been asshole all game, come on,” and waited until Kent has snapped, “Yeah, fine,” and tossed down his gloves, only to have Tater laugh and say, “Just kidding.” And then skate away.

Tater also snow showers Parson every chance he gets. He gets the fight he was asking for twice, but mostly he gets insults yelled at him as he ducks away.

Thirdy calls it hilarious. Marty calls it “kinda dangerous, you know he’s gonna kill you one day, right?” 

Snowy calls it “the most disgusting display of courtship I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

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