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[manyahello]

[ohyoufool]

My Check Please Fic Masterpost! 🏒✍🏻

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Season of the Witch

Zimbits | 2k | Magical Realism AU | Complete

Bitty has three major problems: First, he is in love with his best friend. Second, he is magic. Third, he has no idea how to address either of those. A not-too-serious magic AU.

Sloshed With Gold

Zimbits | 14k | NHL!Bitty and Photographer!Jack | Complete

Lardo calls in a favor. It involves Boston Pride, photography, and a certain blonde-haired NHL player that Jack can’t get out of his head.

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Podfic read and mixed by @chaoskiro

"boston pride hq playlist" by @ohyoufool

Creation Myth

Cowritten with @montrealmadison

Zimbits | 24k | Canon Divergence | Complete

Jack Zimmermann overdoses the night before the draft and becomes the face of the Aces anyway. It goes about as well as you would expect.

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"what happens in Vegas" Official Playlist by @ohyoufool and @montrealmadison

Fic Binding Video by @ohyoufool

Call of the Champions

Lardo/Camilla, Zimbits | 13k | 2002 Winter Olympics AU | Complete

“Couldn’t find a mini American flag. Ran into an angel in the hallway. Don’t worry about it.” She shrugs her jacket tighter around her neck. Shitty blinks. “That’s a lot. I was doing shots with the bobsled team in the bathroom.” In the middle of a medal hunt during the 2002 Winter Olympics, Lardo manages to find something else she wants just as bad as the gold.

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"Call of the Champions: A Lamilla Winter Olympics AU" Playlist by @jubileesbian

Official art by @virgoscringe

Austin

Zimbits | 18k | Canon Divergence | Complete

Bitty: a lesson in bitterness. “Say please,” Bitty breathes, something swelling inside his chest. Jack looks dazed, drunk at the sight of Bitty above him. “I’ll do anything you ask." He fills the space between them with his offer. “If you beg.”

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"austin" Official Playlist by @ohyoufool

[lutzgocelly]

"it's cozy"

[frogaroundandfindout]

Dick and huntress crack down on a meth lab and dick bemoans criminals constant need to quip back at them. Dick and huntress walk out with the job done and bitch at each other (Outsiders Vol.3 #12)

[montrealmadison]

Congrats on 400! 🥳 You deserve all the love and praise.

Prompt: Kent Parson romantic ship of your choosing and number 71 🥰

hello my darling! thank you for this delightful prompt and your patience while i got this up! please enjoy a healthy dose of shameless smut ;)

71. Kent/Bitty/Jack (!!!) + No Shame by 5SOS for @mkaugust

I only light up when cameras are flashing Never enough and no satisfaction Got no shame I love the way you're screaming my name Diggin' my grave to get a reaction Changing my face and calling it fashion Got no shame I love the way you're screaming my name

Kent sails into the bedroom, throws himself face-first into the rumpled sheets, and smugly says, “Guess who fucked your boyfriend?”

Eric’s voice comes back without a beat. “Looks more like he fucked you, sugar.”

Warm, here; dark and quiet. Kent breathes. With his eyes shut, the big room’s cozy and close, but his aches are also more immediate. It’s true that Jack and the Falcs had him well in hand after second intermission. Getting two goals over on Snow seems to have necessitated punishment in kind. Maybe too much for him to be crowing about anything, now that he thinks about it. His tired heart hammers in his throat.

Eric’s palm settles over the place where his shoulder blades grate together, and Kent’s mind goes softly blank.

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[humofnight]

themes of todays dentist visit - bless u Sonicare I have no cavities 🎉🎉🎉🎉 AND I apparently have an eensy weensy tiny little petite mouth according to the dental hygienist since she kept saying well I know you have a small mouth and I was like what.

[revon-aurora-borealis]

are.... are people ok?

i dont understand why so many people get so offended that you reply to them after like 6 months of them posting a comment to the point they fucking insult you for it

and ive only ever had it from people on yt too, tumblr users dont care, reddit users dont care, twitter users dont care either

but yt users? theyll fucking tear you to shreds over it... why tf bro... i dont understand, i didnt kill your family bro just wtf bro

[doggernaut]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann Characters: Jack Zimmermann, Eric "Bitty" Bittle, original child character Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Future Fic, Parenting, retired Jack Zimmermann, Established Relationship, Long-Term Relationship(s), Domestic Fluff, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Kid Fic, Getting Older, Holiday Traditions, Holiday Stress, Christmas with the Bittle-Zimmermanns, Injured Jack Zimmermann, Christmas

Jack wakes up with a sore knee and a toddler sitting on his chest.

“Hi, Papa,” Ellie whispers. Her blonde hair is wild and she smells like maple syrup. Since Jack retired earlier this year, most mornings have begun this way and he can’t say he minds all that much. He knew that her first few years, when he was still playing, would be hard. He’d tried to be as present as possible but even when he wasn’t away on roadies, the early morning practices and evening games meant less time than he’d have liked at home. He relishes these mornings with Ellie; most of the time, he doesn’t even miss those early workouts. He definitely doesn’t miss waking up in a hotel bed in a different city. Jack’s mornings are a lot slower now, but they’re also a lot sweeter.

But most mornings, Jack’s knee doesn’t feel like somebody’s just jammed a screwdriver into it.

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[forabeatofadrum]

Hewwo, it is Sunday. I am kicking it off early, cause I have some ✨ thesis updates ✨ for the ones who are interested. And also, I will be out and about all day, hence the early post.

I didn’t write fic and I might not write some in a while, because yeah, I am back on my thesis bullshit. I finally got my long-awaited feedback on the draft version of my thesis and uhhhhh it is a lot. Like, more than I anticipated. I know I wrote a post about how it is fine, but it is not fine, actually. When I wrote that post, I didn’t really look in-depth at the feedback. It really is.... quite a lot.

I have four kinds of feedback, categorised by me:

The “Okay, yes, this makes sense. You’re so right. Thanks for telling me.” feedback.

The “Uh, why didn’t you mention this before? I guess it is easier to spot this mistake when you read the thesis as a whole, so I get it.” feedback.

The “Uh, why didn’t you mention this before? Really, there is no excuse for this to be mentioned in my last week before the deadline.” feedback.

And the “Hm. Can’t you read?” feedback.

Most of it is the second one. The fourth one sounds really rude, I am aware, but those are for feedback like “Where is the source?” and then I go “Literally in the sentence after this one.” To reiterate, I am not really mad at her. I am incredibly glad to have her as my advisor and I really think she cares. My advisor for my bachelorthesis was so terrible, so this is a welcome change. I would pick her again if I would have to. Also, she planned a meeting with me to discuss the feedback and so that she could answer my questions, so she in turn is also open for feedback on her feedback. So yeah, I am annoyed with the no. 4 (and also no. 3) category of feedback, but I am also aware that she has A Lot of theses to read right now. This will only increase, cause for the final grading, every thesis needs to be read twice (possibly thrice) by different teachers. Oh my!

Not gonna lie, though. I did feel very demotivated when I went through all the feedback. It kind of feels like all your hard work gets drop kicked in the ground. But I have been here before. This isn’t my first rodeo, so I also know from experience that this initial feeling will ebb away and once I actually apply the feedback, I will often feel pretty good about it. The initial... disappointment, I guess, just needs some time to go.

Anyway, the deadline is on the 26th. In the words of Eric Bittle, who is *cough* very familiar with thesis stuff:

And now, the weather: @quizasvivamos​ @blurglesmurfklaine​ @coffeegleek​ @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld​ @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme​ @captain-aralias​ @you-remind-me-of-the-babe​ @takitalks @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna​ @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse​ @moodandmist @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer​ @aroace-genderfluid-sheep​ @ionlydrinkhotwater @1908jmd​ @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @chen-chen-chen-again-chen​ @cutestkilla​​ @nausikaaa​​/@wellbelesbian​​ @artsyunderstudy​​ @martsonmars​​ @facewithoutheart​​ @shrekgogurt @boyinjeans @rockitmans @bitbybitwrites @blackberrysummerblog @whatevertheweather​ @nightimedreamersghost​

[bitty-smol]

Chapters:  1/1

Fandom:  Check Please! (Webcomic)

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings:  No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships:  Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Kent "Parse" Parson Characters:  Eric "Bitty" Bittle, Kent "Parse" Parson

Additional Tags:  Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, vague hand wave-y background plot, Hitman AU, the hitman element is so nonexistent in this im so sorry, kink heavy, Praise Kink, Handcuffs, Riding Crops, Blindfolds, Dom/sub, dom!Bitty, sub!kent, Subspace, ot3 in future parts

Series:  Part 1 of some great reward

Summary:  You see, there’s something kinda sordid about hooking up with your coworker on company time, especially when said company time is supposed to be used to kill a high ranking politician.

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Fic graphic made by the lovely: sae <3

[freebooter4ever]

kenny p is losing his mind over this one

[so-you-melted-22]

apparently i really will never escape the ice skating AUs

[lutzgocelly]

Softness (x)

[jackwolfes]

happy wip wednesday!! if you're working on anything & want to share a snippet feel free to take this as a free prompt!

“Do I need to call campus security?” he says,  speaking mostly to distract himself from the firm feeling of Jack’s bare skin beneath his fingertips.

“No.” There’s amusement in Jack’s voice, which Eric will admit that he’s relieved to hear. “You don’t need to mother me, Bits.”

“I mother everyone,” Eric replies. “It’s called southern hospitality.”

He’s close enough to Jack now that he can feel the quiet brush of air when he laughs. He takes a steadying breath – or tries to, at least – just to catch the scent of spice and cologne over sweat. It makes his breath turn shaky, knowing that this man that he’s close to, that he can smell the hidden hints of cologne on, is Jack. His roommate. His hockey captain. Jack, as in, Jack Zimmermann. 

Eric wets his lips, trying to focus. 

“I thought southern hospitality was something different.”

“I’m sure it would seem that way to you, Mister Zimmermann.”

[ace-baker-rae]

@ngoziu​

Alert! Shouty cook has a cookbook coming out!!!

[joibittlestudio]

2023 / Vancouver Island

micro/macro-chasms/cosms (reaction/response + chaotic order & some arrangements of things)

The thing is, each isolated tide pool holds it’s own spacetime-zone depending on the daily/yearly tide changes and shifting of the plates. Neap tide proved to be the most active - or at least visible to me in late summer. It's when the sun and moon are briefly at right angles from each other. The atomic clocks within these individual creatures is probably fast and fleeting, their umwelt perhaps driven by adaptation, which is not intentional, it just is.

WIPs

"Past-light Cone painting x3" oil on canvas

+ "Trace Matrix drawings x2" charcoal on paper rolls