To always love you.
Based off skintightsocks’ fic of the same name, and thus obviously dedicated to Ann & Bowery (who doubled as excellent cheerleaders as well as inadvertent writers for this) ♥
It's super cheesy but far away by Nickelback for Jack and Bitty
I love you I loved you all along And I miss you Been far away for far too long I keep dreaming you'll be with me
There’s a postcard on the counter, and Jack freezes, staring. It’s Love from Paris in looping cursive over a photo of the Eiffel Tower and he should put down his grocery bags and he should ask Shitty if he’s seen this, if he brought it inside after class, if reading it will break Jack’s heart.
That’s the funny thing about being in love too late. All these little things — Bitty’s name in the group chat, a Samwell hockey highlight reel, a postcard from a friend studying abroad — all these things are prickling reminders that he didn’t run fast enough, that he didn’t get to explain because he didn’t really know until it was too late, that for some people, life just goes on, and Jack’s stuck in the in-between. He’s been in love for a while now. It hasn’t gotten easier.
And now—
Jack sets his grocery bags down gently, gently. For a brief, impossible second he tells himself it’s a postcard from someone else. For a brief, heart-stuttering breath, he believes it.
He’s gotten good at living in denial these last couple of months, that’s all. Oh, Bitty’s gonna come to a home game, and they’ll find each other in the tunnel afterward. Oh, he’ll go to a kegster at the Haus, and they’ll find a way upstairs. Oh, he’ll open the door one day, and Bitty’ll be waiting in the hallway, and they’ll kiss Paris off his lips. Jack’s still got a shot in his head. There’s still a chance in his head.
Fuck. Okay.
Jack picks up the card and he is — heart in his hands again, out of breath again, sprinting across the Quad again. He turns it over, and he is in love, searching an empty Haus, reading a goodbye note he’s memorized between house hunting and preseason drills and Shitty’s law school rants.
Same handwriting. Same stomach-dropping ache. Same oh, I missed it. We could’ve had a moment and I missed it.
And then he’s inhaling sharp, flipping the card over and back again. Bitty’s postcard says, I’m in Paris and I’m in love with you. I don’t wanna pretend anymore, and Jack’s so in love it hurts.
It’s midnight in Paris, but Bitty picks up at the second ring.
“Jack?” he says, sleep-raw and surprised, and Jack holds the card so hard it starts to bend.
“Your postcard,” Jack says. “Do you still mean that?”
Time is a honey-slow thing; he sits on the floor, listening to Bitty breathe. He closes his eyes and leans against one of his lower cabinets and waits, imagines a postcard sailing across the ocean. It’s dated three weeks ago. Surely he still — in three weeks, surely that’s still true, surely there’s still hope—
And Bitty says, soft enough to be a whisper, “Yes.”
And Jack’s laugh is halfway to a sob and it makes no sense why he should be crying right now when he’s in love and beloved but he is and he is and he says, “I love you too,” and it’s relief but it’s also heartbreak at the same time, and it doesn’t make sense how both of those things can be true.
“I love you, I — graduation, I ran after you,” Jack says, wiping his face, “but I missed the moment, and I’ve been wanting to — I’m sorry for missing the moment, Bits. I’m sorry for making you feel like you had to pretend.”
“You love me,” Bitty whispers. “Jack. I’m sorry for taking a semester away instead of telling you sooner.”
The pain in his voice … Jack wishes he could hold him, wishes he knew exactly what to say to soothe it away. Relief and heartbreak at the same time. They could’ve been doing this for ages if he’d only been quick enough.
“How many weeks until you’re home?” Jack asks, opening a new tab on his phone.
“Six,” Bitty says. It sounds like he’s trying not to cry. “Why?”
He says, “I wanna be with you,” and pauses over a direct flight. “Do you — would it be okay, if I came to be with you?”
“What? But your season—”
“They’ll be okay without me for a week,” Jack says, then frowns. “I know that’s not a lot of time—”
“I want you to.” Bitty’s words rush together like he’s racing to get them out. “Please.”
Jack says, “I’ll be there in ten hours.” He says, “I’ll be there, I won’t miss this again.” He says, heartbreak melting away to a burning kind of joy, “I love you, Bits.”
And it’s I’ve been loving you, sweetheart and it’s I’ve missed you, and he’s packing a carry-on and his entire heart, chasing down a dream and a taxi at the same time, in love and loving and running towards it with everything he has. It’s been a long, long time.
He watches the lights of the tarmac fade away as the plane rises higher, postcard tucked neat between the pages of his passport, love growing quietly and steadily as the distance disappears between them.
OMG Zine, Please! #1: #AfterCollege
Check, Please! started with a boy named Eric Bittle, a vlog channel, pies that materialized out of nowhere, and a play like no college hockey team has ever seen before—falling to fetal right on the ice at the thought of contact.
And somehow, that all turned into a thriving community of artists, authors, fans ranging from chill to downright feral, hockey butt enthusiasts, and more amazing people than one can count on a baker's dozen of hands.
Check, Please! told the story of Eric Bittle from Day One on the men's hockey team at Samwell University through to a triumphant graduation.
And we here at Zine, Please! were dying to know...what happened after?!?! And a lot of y'all had ideas. So. Many. Ideas.
So, after months of dedicated work from our admin team and our contributors, Zine, Please: #AfterCollege is officially here!
All of us are so thankful for the support and excitement all of you have shown, and we hope that you all love this zine just as much as we do. A special thank you to our contributors, this zine would be nothing without your wonderful art and fics!
Now come see all the chaos that ensues #AFTERCOLLEGE!!!
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DELETED SCENE [HD]: TK & Carlos Receive Pep Talks Before Their Wedding | 911: LONE STAR S4 E18 - “In Sickness and In Health”
I was raised agnostic and tend to remain ambiguous on theological matters.
-but my house has a porch on the second story that affords me a terrific view of my neighborhood and the Colorado Front Range and I was partaking of some peace before the 4th Of July Finger-Loss Festivities begin, and I have had a
~*Spiritual Experience*~
I just watched my neighbor try to unload an actual wooden pallet that had to have been forklifted into the back of his insecurity pickup worth of fireworks.
Except that he does not have a forklift in his garage.
He does have so much sports memorabilia and cardboard boxes of unsold MLM Merchandise and patriotically themed camping gear and posters of women in bikinis and flags of suspect political organizations in his garage that there is only BARELY enough space for the fireworks and certainly none for his truck.
So he had to unload the individual boxes of recreational explosives from the back of his truck and stack them in the minimal space he had cleared by hand. This is a tedious and time-consuming process as this neighbor has purchased a wide variety of recreational and locally illegal explosives instead of many of just a few types, so the individual boxes are rather small.
He begins, and this is crucial to what happens next, by cutting apart the industrial-grade saran wrap his explosives dealer had so carefully wrapped his merchandise in, and discarded it unsecured on his lawn.
Where Outdoor Conditions sometimes happen.
tilthat
via reddit.com
so you’re telling me that “stuck a feather in his hat and called it macaroni” would be like saying “wrote a G on his belt and called it gucci”
that’s…a pretty good analogy actually
US moron came to town
Hunting for some coochie
Wrote a G up on his belt
And this bitch called it Gucci
Seeing my notifications get flooded with this every July 4th is the only thing I respect about America
This is a good thing to keep in mind.
This is so wholesome <3
AND it’s not a repost!
At what point do Bitty and Jacks’ kids realize the real reason their dads love the Fourth of July isn’t because they’re super into fireworks, but because it’s the anniversary of the first time they did it in a pickup truck?
Intertwined
Summary: Hand holding and contemplation during the Fourth of July. A soft, tiny Zimbits ficlet. For @doggernaut <3 Also on AO3…
The day had been long enough.
Now, don’t get them wrong. Jack and Bitty enjoyed each Fourth of July in Madison, and this one was no exception. They’d already spent the day swimming at the creek, eating at the Phelps family picnic, shopping at the Farmer’s Market, and chasing Bitty’s younger cousins all around the backyard during a water balloon fight after getting their fill at the all-out Bittle barbecue.
And now that the fireworks were set to begin shortly, both Jack and Bitty were itching to be alone.
“Mama, can we borrow the pick-up truck so we can drive out to Anderson’s?” Bitty asked, voice extra sweet.
“Don’t you want to see them here with us?” Suzanne asked, sounding a bit disappointed.
here’s weirder asks
- who is/are your comfort character(s)?
- lighter or matches?
- do you leave the window open at night?
- which cryptyd being do you believe in?
- what color are your eyes?
- why did you do that?
- hair-ties or scrunchies?
- how many water bottles are in your room right now?
- which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?
- would you slaughter the rich?
- favorite extracurricular activity?
- what kind of day is it?
- when was the last time you ate?
- do you love the smell of earth after it rains?
- are you a parent? (all answers qualify)
- can you drive?
- are you farsighted or nearsighted?
- what hair products do you use?
- imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?
- do you say soda or pop?
- something you’ve kept since childhood?
- what type of person are you?
- how do you feel about chilly weather?
- if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?
- perfume/body spray or lotion?
- a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?
- about how many hours of sleep did you get?
- do you wear a mask?
- how do you like your shower water?
- is there dishes in your room?
- what type of music keeps you grounded?
- do you have a favorite towel?
- the last adventure you’ve been on?
- is there a song you know every word to by heart?
- what’s your timezone?
- how many times have you changed your url?
- someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?
- a soap bar that smells good?
- do you use lip balm?
- did you have any snacks today?
- how do you take your coffee?
- an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?
- what’s your take on spicy foods?
- you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?
- can you remember what happened yesterday?
- favorite holiday film?
- what was the last message you sent?
- when did you first try an alcohol beverage?
- can you skip rocks?
- can i tag you in random stuff?
Alright, this is the last WIP I had going so this crazy one-fanart-per-day thing is over….for now. Ending it on a super corn ball note….NO SHAME.
“Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.”
Final show tomorrow. 10 weeks of work wrapped up with 2 hours and 40 minutes of baton waving crazy shenanigans (seriously-- ever been in the orchestra pit? We're a bunch of loons!)
I will miss this show and this cast immensely.
It is the best work of theater I have ever been a part of, and I'm damn proud of it.
June 27, 2023
To:
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Linda Yaccarino and Elon Musk, Twitter, Inc./X Corp
As celebrities, influencers, and prominent public figures with significant followings on social media, we the undersigned are calling on Instagram, Facebook, YouTube, TikTok, and Twitter to fulfill the promises you’ve made to transgender, nonbinary, gender non-conforming and all LGBTQ users in your terms of service. There has been a massive systemic failure to prohibit hate, harassment, and malicious anti-LGBTQ disinformation on your platforms and it must be addressed.
3 caps Klainers will never be over
ALL THE FUCKING FEELS
