#Omgcp

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Character, book, and author names under the cut

Christopher "Kit" Herondale/Tiberius "Ty" Blackthorn- The Dark Artifices by Cassandra Clare

Eric “Bitty” Bittle/Jack Zimmermann- Check, Please! by Ngozi Ukazu

[ohyoufool]

this fucking sucks I'm going to [remembers suicide jokes are bad for your mental health] reinvent myself on a college men's hockey team

[omgcpausandstuff]

The mirror to this for Bitty is that Katya (his figure skating instructor) is heading home for the first time in a while and he wants to send some food with her. He tries to look up the name she told him, to get ideas about what to send, but doesn't have much luck.

Eventually he presses her and the truth comes out, about it not being on Earth, and the vampires and heroic rats and how it used to be that you might meet the Sun wandering around town, if you were lucky - until she died. Bitty processes all of that and decides the polite thing is to take her at her word; it's very sad the Sun died (the Georgia summer is blazing just outside the house) and vampires presumably drink blood, but... Rats. Would probably enjoy a pie. Bless their hearts. He forces himself to imagine little cartoon rats sitting around a table with tiny utensils and plates. "Do you know what kind of pie the, uh, rats... would like?"

The True Test of Civilization

Imagine if you will, that Bad Bob has this old teammate; a goalie, but one who is even weirder most goalies. He’s got a Russian accent and he claims to be from this little fishing village that no one has ever heard of and Bob hasn’t been able to find on any map, even when he tried to look it up. Other Russians have never heard of it, or if they have they say it’s a place from a fairy story - like saying your hometown is Camelot. If you get a few drinks in him the stories he tells about it are wild but in a weird way; like, if Bobby was going to tell some made up story where he met a vampire the whole point of the story would be that he met a vampire, he wouldn’t just casually mention halfway through the story “now you have to imagine all this taking place at night, seeing as he is vampire and sensitive to such things” and continue like this is a totally reasonable thing to say. Sometimes there are talking rats. One time his family’s fishing boat caught an octopus the size of a whale.

Anyways, funny guy, demon between the pipes and won Bob several Stanley Cups so he loves him. Goalies, eh? He vanishes back wherever it is he came from and sends a Christmas card every year. Bob doesn’t see him in person again until his retirement party and he’s just as weird as he ever was, if not more so, and ends up staying later than everyone else catching up with Bob.

Jack, who is still young enough for such things, comes down and says that he can’t sleep and asks to be told a story. And Bob is so grateful that he didn’t completely miss this part of his son’s life and so overflowing with love that he turns to his old teammate and says; “I bet Jack would love one of your rat stories.”

Everyone seems amenable to this, so Bob carries Jack upstairs and gets him settled into bed and his old goalie starts explaining how in the town where he grew up, a long time ago the rats there woke up; how they talk and wear clothes and have a king. How they train with swords and wander the rooftops and sail the lake looking for adventure.

Jack takes all that in in the quiet serious way that a stranger might mistake for simple tiredness but Bob knows is just how his son is; chews over a civilization of heroic talking rodents and asks the most Jack Laurent Zimmermann question he possibly could.

“Do they play hockey?”

[montrealmadison]

what is this feeling, so sudden and new?

[ericbttle]

you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

[zimms]

happy 2nd of december! time for our yearly poll of

[randomnoteforfuturereference]

Jack opens up an Insta account and within a year garners just over a million followers.

The thing is, his follower base is delineated into two camps:

One camp is those who follow Jack the hockey star and husband to Eric Bittle. They end up get baffled that his account is a gallery with artsy shots of historic structures, old military sites, and some hockey.

The other camp is a growing number of art affectionados who follow Jack the photographer and amateur historian. They love the composition of his work. They also conclude that this guy really likes hockey.

[lovelylittlelosers]

[childrenoftheradking]

rereading check please + listening to a lot of chappel roan

[generalghosty]

there isn't enough love for this ship tbh

[skullism]

I couldn't resist

[parvuls]

First + Last

[homobiwan]

Now that check please will likely have a resurgence in 2025 we need to talk about how fucked up it is that ngozi deleted the tweet about nursey and dex having one (1) night of passion and never discussing it ever again

[aristocrating]

bitty: how was the hangout with kent, honey?

jack: oh, it was good. he had a friend over. doja, i think her name was? she seemed nice.

bitty: doja... cat?

jack: i think that was her last name, yeah.

bitty:

[nursedexy]