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ittyzimbitty:So they’re the same person?

Tue, 19 Jun 2018 16:01:31 -0400

So they’re the same person?

omgcheckplease: Check, Please! Senior Year #2 - 24-Hour...

Mon, 18 Jun 2018 12:08:28 -0400

Check, Please!
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have ransom and holster ever sat jack down and tried to get him updated on pop culture? or do they just consider him a lost cause?

Sun, 17 Jun 2018 15:56:45 -0400

AU suggestion

Tue, 17 Apr 2018 23:02:28 -0400

shitty-check-please-aus:

shitty-check-please-aus:

Everyone on the team is named like Bitty and Shitty, namely names that end in-itty. Jitty Zimmermann, Litty Duan, Witty Poindexter, Ditty Nurse, Chritty Chow, etc.

I’m very proud of all of you for not listing what Tango’s name would be in this au

omgcheckplease: Elements & Hogwarts Houses for Samwell...

Mon, 09 Apr 2018 22:03:37 -0400

omgcheckplease:

Elements & Hogwarts Houses for Samwell men’s hockey (and its honorary and future members) 🏒✔️🥧💖

Stop & Go

Tue, 27 Mar 2018 02:21:58 -0400

petals42:

Yo, check please fandom, here’s a fic that was originally going to be Jack’s Freshmen year (aka Jack & Shitty’s origin story) but this first chapter is just Jack getting to Samwell and might end up being a stand alone. Still, figured I’d post it– Hope you enjoy!

Stop & Go (Or Jack’s Freshmen Year)

It is still shocking, how much the hockey world cares about him. He grew up knowing in an offhand way that his father is a Big Deal and then as he’d gotten older it had become more and more apparent how much people expected him to also be a Big Deal and by age twelve, he knew the hockey world cared about him. So, of course he knew. It’s a part of what had caused this whole mess in the first place.

The problem is that he sort of thought it would go away. After months of rehab and therapy and coaching a little league team, he almost assumed he would have to start over. In April when he decides to take the SATs, he makes one call to Boston University and inquires about whether or not he would be allowed to play hockey there and suddenly–

Well, it turns out that the hockey world still very much cares about Jack Zimmermann, drug addictions and nervous breakdown or no. Coach Quinn initially starts to go on about “most of our team is recruits, but we do hold open tryouts at the beginning of the fall semester and– wait, what did you say your name was again?” Jack repeats it, expecting the admission to result in a resounding ‘no’ because who would want someone who clearly couldn’t handle the pressure in their program? Except that’s not what happens.

Quinn is suddenly beside himself, asking Jack when he would want to visit and if he’s taken his SATs or needs help with his SATs and “let me put together a packet for you, Jack. I think this would be a great fit. Really, I do.”

It seems silly after he hangs up, it seems like this is something Jack should have expected but he finds himself taking deep breaths and holding them and counting to five before exhaling and suddenly he wishes he didn’t love hockey so much.

Because what he realizes is that he is always going to be a Big Deal in hockey. And if he didn’t ache for the feel of ice under his skates and miss the buzz of adrenaline under his skin and if he didn’t dream about the feel of the puck against his stick and the slap sound it makes when he knows he’s hit it just so, he could just give it up. Slink quietly into obscurity and life a life that revolves around something else.

But he can’t do that and so he tries to make it small and manageable, like his therapist taught him, and vows to call at least one coach a day for two weeks, and promises himself he will go visit at least five schools. Because, he does need hockey again. Coaching is not enough. Not right now. Not yet.

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this blog hates donald trump

Sun, 18 Mar 2018 01:44:55 -0400

dameferre: dereknursey: unacaritafeliz: shitty-check-please-aus: Derek Nurse’s interracial gay...

Fri, 09 Mar 2018 00:49:03 -0500

dameferre:

dereknursey:

unacaritafeliz:

shitty-check-please-aus:

Derek Nurse’s interracial gay parents from New York are actually Captain Holt and Kevin from Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

This is so funny when you imagine Captain Holt and Kevin reacting to like 90% of the words that Nursey chooses to say.

nursey on the phone in the next room: bagels are inherently gay

holt and kevin: How Did We Raise This

the other side of this:
drunk nursey: dex is not, as the kids say, awake.
chowder, in awe: do you mean woke?
nursey: I did mean ‘woke’, but it’s grammatically incoherent.

alphacrone: au idea: jack owns a maple farm and meets bitty by trying to talk him out of buying mrs...

Tue, 27 Feb 2018 10:02:05 -0500

alphacrone:

au idea: jack owns a maple farm and meets bitty by trying to talk him out of buying mrs butterworth at the grocery store at like 10 pm

AU suggestion

Fri, 23 Feb 2018 21:59:17 -0500

shitty-check-please-aus:

chowder is an olympic snowboarder

A quick Ranskov headcanon

Mon, 19 Feb 2018 21:02:57 -0500

marchingatmidnight:

Whenever Tater is playing in Canada, he sends Ransom a picture with the caption “your country says hi”

wlwfoxtrot: au where whenever nursey tries to flag down a cab, he gets the cash cab every time

Thu, 08 Feb 2018 23:32:04 -0500

wlwfoxtrot:

au where whenever nursey tries to flag down a cab, he gets the cash cab every time

check please: a cute comic, a startlingly accurate portrayal of modern bro culture, bursting with positivity and rainbows, destroying homophobia and toxic masculinity one hockey player at a time, able to hold a plot without threatening relationships or mental health, just really great

Tue, 23 Jan 2018 09:46:21 -0500

check please: a cute comic, a startlingly accurate portrayal of modern bro culture, bursting with positivity and rainbows, destroying homophobia and toxic masculinity one hockey player at a time, able to hold a plot without threatening relationships or mental health, just really great
also check please: has a character named shitty. literally no one knows his real name. ngozi what are you hiding

pfaerie: I had a dream where Jack saw everything in blue except...

Tue, 23 Jan 2018 09:40:02 -0500

pfaerie:

I had a dream where Jack saw everything in blue except Bitty - and everything Bitty touched would stain pink. I woke up before they turned everything purple :(

happyzimm: rivercitybluekitty: How about a Soulmate AU where you know your soulmate the instant you...

Tue, 23 Jan 2018 09:22:12 -0500

happyzimm:

rivercitybluekitty:

How about a Soulmate AU where you know your soulmate the instant you lock eyes, but it takes Jack two years to make eye contact with Bitty

hope you dont mind, if im here for anything its for autistic jack and with this prompt i couldnt resist, and then the tags got way too long so here we are

jack is autistic and eye contact is just one of those things he has to fake. it’s intense and intimate and can be so much that its kind of painful. but it’s nice to look at his friends when they’re looking elsewhere. and he can get away with looking at the spot between people’s eyebrows, or at the tip of their nose when he’s talking to someone. he tends to look at lardo’s eye makeup or the frame of holster’s glasses. there are ways to avoid it.

he doesn’t worry much about missing his soulmate. he’s got more urgent things to think about. and besides, his mom is always reminding him that fate is fate. if he’s meant to look into his soulmate’s eyes it will happen without him having to force it.

jack spends bitty’s freshman year avoiding looking at his face much. he’s been a jerk and he knows it. he’s hoped the checking practice has been enough of an olive branch, but after the bad play and bitty’s concussion, when he is re-elected captain he knows he has to apologize. it doesn’t go as awkwardly as it could have and he leaves for summer break knowing that bitty has little brown freckles on the tops of his cheeks.

he spends bitty’s sophomore year looking at those freckles. then later bitty’s eyelashes, and more than a few times a smudge of flour across bitty’s forehead. they spend a lot of time together, during checking practice and at annie’s and in the cafeteria and founders. they end up sitting together on bus rides back to samwell after away games, sometimes sharing headphones with the volume turned low. he likes getting bitty started on tangents because he talks with his hands when he gets focused on explaining why he prefers butter to lard or what he thought of some music video. jack likes sitting together quietly, which never lasts for too long but he likes chirping bitty just as much. somehow they wind up spending time in the reading room together during kegsters on nights when bitty hasn’t been sentenced to kegstands. by april, jack finds himself in the kitchen more afternoons than not, reviewing his last batch of photos or wrangling the bibliography for his thesis. he still enjoys being alone but bitty doesn’t tire him the way other people can.

on the roof the night before graduation, jack lends bitty his jacket and sits close enough that when they sit cross-legged their knees touch. the six of them share a berry-peach pie and shitty passes around a bottle of whiskey. several times during bouts of laughter or the pleasant pauses afterwards, jack stops to notice how happy and grateful he is to be among friends.

soon its late. the others have fallen asleep or retreated back to the haus. he’s leaned back against the wall behind him, bitty leaned against him with his head on jack’s shoulder. bitty might be asleep but jack doesn’t mind. their conversation trailed off a while ago, leaving jack to listen to the faint sounds of the wind and the flow of his own breath. he watches the remaining embers in the fire pit crumble and grey, feels the weight of his camera in his lap. his mind starts to quiet. tomorrow everything is going to change but for now he just feels grounded and still.

eventually bitty stirs and lifts his head, blearily looks around and then up at jack. jack doesn’t really think about it, just turns to look back. being seen like that has always made him feel vulnerable, but he trusts bitty. sees him back. its nice. a few seconds pass and he has to look away. and then he is overwhelmed by a simple certainty, like a ripple running through him, quiet and unmistakable.

Kent parson dabbing

Fri, 12 Jan 2018 20:17:41 -0500

fry guy is in a coma and everything that takes place in cannon is his brain trying to wake him up by creating a nightmare

Fri, 12 Jan 2018 20:11:08 -0500

he has a very mild rom-com of a nightmare

idonthavealifez: Guys it’s IN COLOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fri, 12 Jan 2018 10:07:51 -0500

idonthavealifez:

Guys it’s IN COLOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

marchingatmidnight: I was rereading the comic right before Jack and Shitty’s last game and Shitty...

Fri, 12 Jan 2018 10:02:28 -0500

marchingatmidnight:

I was rereading the comic right before Jack and Shitty’s last game and Shitty says that if they win he gets a lifetime supply of Jack Zimmermann hugs. Well, obviously they lost. But, I was thinking about everything and… here you go.
Tater leaves the Christmas celebration after a slice of pie, bowing out by saying he needs to Skype with his mother. It gives the apartment the odd, after-Christmas feeling where nothing feels quite real.
But it’s nice, just Jack and Bitty and Shitty in the kitchen, similar to how it was in the Haus.
“Bits,” Jack says, exasperated. “You just cooked an entire Christmas dinner. By yourself. No, don’t say I helped, we all know a kindergartner could have helped just as much. Let me and Shitty do the dishes.”
Bitty sighs but relents, retreating to the living room.
“You two are so good for each other it hurts,” Shitty says, shaking his head. “Honestly. Hosting Christmas dinner together. Bitty here for the holidays.”
“It’s great,” Jack says, barely catching a lovesick sigh before it escapes. “I’ve never… I don’t even know how to put it. But I’ve never. Any of this.”
“The great Jack Zimmermann, finally spilling deets,” Shitty says, elbowing him playfully where he’s drying dishes. “’I’ve never any of this’. Such detail. Such poetry.”
“Oh, shut up,” Jack gets out around a laugh. “Because you’re so generous with information about you and Lardo.”
“Look at us, all grown up and in secret, clandestine relationships. We’ve grown up so fast,” Shitty says, wiping away a fake tear.
“Oh - that reminds me. I have something for you.” Jack wipes his soapy hands off and heads for the hall closet.
“Hey! I thought -”
“It’s really small. Not a big thing.”
“This is coming from the person who bought his teammate an oven just because -”
“No, this is actually a small thing. It probably cost a dollar. Rounding up. And it can be for your birthday if you don’t want it to be a Christmas present.” Jack reenters the room with a tiny gift bag, which Shitty takes.
“You’re ridiculous, Jack, I don’t know why - holy shit.” Shitty stops midsentence when he opens the gift.
“Ah, I don’t know if you remember? But our last game -”
“I said that if we won I get a lifetime of Zimmermann hugs.” Shitty stares at the homemade, printed certificate.
“Right, but we lost. But I know I haven’t been a great friend these past couple of months -” Shitty snorts. “- but you’re not any less important to me now. So. Yeah.”
“So you just gave me an infinite supply of hugs. In writing.”
“We can get it notarized if you want.”
“We can get it note - Good God, Zimmermann, how does Bitty put up with you?” Shitty says it in an exasperated tone, but his voice gets thick and he has to wipe his eyes a little.
“You’ll have to ask him, because hell if I know.”
“I’m cashing in on one of these,” Shitty says, waving the certificate a little. “Right now.”

the HGTV sweetheart meets the hockey prince

Fri, 12 Jan 2018 09:57:20 -0500

alphacrone:

i briefly discussed an au with @canibecandid where the Bittles essentially own Madison the way the Gaines family (from Fixer Upper) basically own Waco and now i’m imagining a whole scenario where Bitty grows up in the spotlight like Jack, only as the child of reality TV house flippers:

the show is one of HGTV’s most popular and longest running

it’s called something really campy like Bit by Bit

Coach, a part-time football coach, does the carpentry kinda shit while Suzanne does more design and decorating

Bitty’s on the show the whole time, even though it starts when he’s like 12

(growing up closeted in small town georgia is one thing, but to broadcast your adolescence on TV on top of all that? what a nightmare)

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