I'm justa brah tryna tell his brah about his day

Adrian, he/him. Omgcp sideblog, follows happen from my main blog @rainbow-looking-glass. B. "Shitty" Knight is who I want to be in life.

[bitsandshits]

Man this account has been inactive for so long and this is such a longshot, but if anyone has a copy of Baking is Punk as Fuck could you dm me? I lost my copy and that was my favorite fanfic 😭

[bitsandshits]

I got a copy!! Thank you so much for the person who responded, I'm so grateful!

[bitsandshits]

Man this account has been inactive for so long and this is such a longshot, but if anyone has a copy of Baking is Punk as Fuck could you dm me? I lost my copy and that was my favorite fanfic 😭

[bitsandshits]

I haven't used this blog in years and this may be such a longshot, but does anyone have a copy of Baking is Punk as Fuck? I know the author took it down and I used to have a copy, but that laptop died and I don't think I backed it up anywhere (stupidly). I'd be super grateful if anyone had it!!

[kittypurrson]

affectionately ID’d, based off some old tumblr post I can’t quite find rn… I’d been meaning to draw the whole (main) team for a while now, but this took me about a million years to finish because THERE ARE SO MANY OF THEM. LORD. pls click on them too see them bigger btw bc i didn’t wanna make this post longer than it already is RIP

[oluransom-deactivated20201026]

holster like. really doesn’t have game tho like we need to examine this aklsdfj. we have three canon instances of him hitting on someone and they are :

having to phone a friend to interpret the meaning of “:3″

hooking up with esther shapiro (who has an eyepatch and/or rash shaped like ellen degeneres) and then going to screw with her literally the next week

inviting a girl to his attic to read slash fic from 5 years before abt a dude he goes to school with 

[sadquebecois]

so…. i mean… logically one can only assume that SOMEONE organized the entire men’s hockey team to rig the vote so it would be fifty-fifty………

leaving us with options:

lardo managed the fuck out of her boys and assigned them all a person to vote for?

jack “this isn’t my business since it won’t be my team anymore, but it sure is a shame a unit as effective as ransom and holster couldn’t co-captain, eh bittle??????” zimmermann

eric throws a secret party and makes like. those gender reveal cupcakes? repurposed for good instead of evil? and everyone has to vote according to whether their little mini ball in the middle is blue (for holster’s ice eyes) or pink (for ransom’s salmon shorts).

chowder my favorite honeycomb of love and sunshine getting tipsy on a half a solo cup of beer on tap and crying to farmer about how he can’t possibly choose between ransom and holster, but she has An Idea!

JOHN JOHNSON MAKING PERSONAL PHONE CALLS TO EVERY MEMBER OF THE SMH TEAM AND TELLING THEM WHO TO VOTE FOR. CONVINCING THEM WITH ANECDOTES IF NECESSARY.

“bitty, rans wasn’t even your captain and he helped you with your squat campaign; of course he deserves your vote.”

“dex, man, holster has way less on his plate next year. it just makes more sense for him to be captain so ransom can concentrate on med school apps. no, it doesn’t matter who i am. stop yelling, bro.”

but you know. i’m fine. obviously i have thought about this update a normal amount just like any other human.

[providencefalconers]

why does everyone think that jack’s face in that “MARRIED” panel is the face of a man prepared to propose? it’s #jackknewfirst all over again, and I thought we’d learned our lesson. jack does not know his own feelings first; he figures it out at the last possible second. he is dazed in that panel. he has not realized that he can get married, actually. that he’s adult enough and put together enough to do that. jack struggles to articulate what he wants, even to himself. he feels a thing, eventually realizes that he is feeling it, and acts. it’s not a bad thing that jack’s never thought about them getting married — he’s never thought about them breaking up, either, unless you count the occasional anxiety spiral. it’s just hard for jack to imagine positive changes. he can’t picture a life without bitty, but he can’t always picture a happy future for himself either, one where there’s nothing left to prove. bittle makes it easier. bittle makes it a lot easier, and after a while, what suzanne said doesn’t seem so shocking.

[acornjunction]

[superlargemouthbass]

Shitty teaches the tadpoles how to properly chug drinks.

[rosalui]

this is so completely and nine thousand percent accurate

[mamashitty]

Georgia: Do you trust this…Shitty?

Jack: I absolutely trust him.

Georgia: He’s not some kind of madman, then?

Jack: …

Jack: I absolutely trust him.

[shitty-check-please-aus]

everything is the same except Bitty is from Florida

an entire state away! so different

[wetwellie]

There’s three ways this can pan out:

College Town Florida Bitty – still scared of checking but is actively wary of Bros for a much longer time because the highest level of shenanigans the Haus gets into is, like, a mild Tuesday from what he’s seen and observed.

Like GA, he is surrounded by football enough to know the gist of things and hold a conversation, but that’s out of obligation. (“Everything I learned about college football is against my will”)

Central Florida Bitty – No he does NOT have an annual pass.

So no, you can’t visit for summer and expect to get in for free. BUT He did take Jack to the Parks during a winter break because he was certain Jack would melt in the summer. His early vlogs are D*sney vlogs as well. Recreating recipes in the Parks and whatnot. And ranking of the best snacks. Will anyone in SMH willingly get into a car with him behind the wheel? No. Never. He drives like there are no rules. (“If I get from point A to point B it doesn’t matter how I do it. No I will NOT turn my blinker on, it’s a sign of weakness.”) Jack doesn’t understand how he is willing to drive the way he does and still is afraid of Checking Southern Florida Bitty: (Ok I don’t know much firsthand of southern Florida but) Bitty has no tolerance for language learning for language sake. But Bitty did find a way to learn a mish-mashed version of Spanish through talking about food with his family,neighbors,and classmates. I say mishmashed because it’s obvious through vocab and pronunciation that he just picked it up from whoever. And whoever could have a Miami, Puerto Rican, Venezuelan, Cuban, etc accent. 50% of his Spanish is food related, 50% is conversations surrounding “oh in ____ we actually use this word/phrase instead of that”. He could not hold a conversation about anything out of those subjects for long. Same as central florida: no you can’t stay with us for summer/winter/spring break. Rent is astronomical and so he lives in a very small apartment. He made it work when Jack came down, but that’s only doable because of love and AC.

[shitty-check-please-aus]

which part of Florida would he have to be from to have had a high school job decorating the hurricane cakes at Publix

[foryouandbits]

As someone from Florida, I could say that Bitty would be WAY less southern. And he would definitely work in the bakery at Publix.

[sullengrrrrl]

Fuck all romance except for what that canada hockey guy and that boy who makes pies had going on

[ivecarvedawoodenheart]

“Jack loves blond young men who can take a check. What did Jack do? Took a blond young man and taught him how to check. Honestly I don’t know what he was expecting”

[sketch-please]

punk jack has taken up permanent residence in my sketchbook and i’m so very ok with it. @heyfightme thank u for #blessing my life with this.

[sketch-please]

punk jack has taken up permanent residence in my sketchbook and i’m so very ok with it. @heyfightme thank u for #blessing my life with this.

[17piesinseptember]

“Is This A Dare?” | Part XVII

A Zimbits College AU | part I | part II | part III  | part IV | parts V + VI | part VII | parts VIII + IX | part X | part XI | part XII  | part XIII | part XIV | part XV  | part XVI

  Bitty is starting to experience a startling new habit of actually waking up in a good mood on Mondays. There’s no doubt about what’s causing it; today he’ll be seeing Jack. He hops out of bed in an almost literal sense and chooses an outfit with care because not only will he be seeing Jack today, he’ll be having lunch with Jack.

 It’s a lot of time they’re spending together over three days but all of it has been initiated by Jack. It has to mean what Bitty hopes it does. Doesn’t it?

 The hopeful part of Bitty is by far the largest and loudest, but the little whisper of doubt manages to appear anyway. He’s been a victim of projecting his feelings before. It’s not a pleasant thing to discover that’s been happening. He really doesn’t want that with Jack. Now that he’s friends with Jack’s friends online he could probably ask someone for some insight into Jack’s feelings, but it feels shady to go behind Jack’s back and Bitty doesn’t know if they’d let on to Jack that he asked. Besides, he wants to be the one to tell Jack how he feels. He doesn’t want Jack to find out through someone else.

 Class goes by in a blur which Bitty spends mostly staring at the back of Jack’s head and remembering what his body looks like beneath his clothes. As soon as class ends, and Jack heads toward him, Bitty realises what a terrible idea that was because his face is flushed and his eyes keep wanting to drop from Jack’s face.

 “Hey, Eric. Ready to go?”

 Bitty’s insides quiver at the sight of Jack’s smile. “I’m ready,” he announces.

 They join the flow of people exiting the building, elbows bumping occasionally, sending little sparks down Bitty’s arm.

 “I have to apologise,” Jack says to Bitty when they’re outside the building.

 “Why? What for?”

 “I didn’t manage to bring any leftover pie like I promised. The others got back last night and devoured it.”

 Jack looks so put off that Bitty laughs.

 “Hey! No making fun.” Jack bumps his elbow into Bitty’s arm on purpose this time and tingles spread out along Bitty’s skin. “I was really looking forward to eating more of it.”

 “I’ll let you in on a secret, Jack.” Bitty leans up to Jack’s ear and whispers, “You can make another pie at any time.”

 Jack turns his head to grin at Bitty. Bitty goes a little breathless for how close their faces are.

 “So if there’s no pie,” Bitty asks, dropping back to his normal height before he does something uncalled for like kiss Jack, “what are we doing for lunch?”

 “I was going to take us to this cafe I know a little off campu—Oh! Wait” Jack stops on the sidewalk and Bitty turns to face him. “When’s your next class? Sorry. I should have asked earlier.”

 “I’m free the rest of today.”

 Jack grins and Bitty’s heart squeezes. “Great.”

Keep reading

[crimsonclad]

As far as unexpected character reveals go, I’m still SUPER into “overbearing hockey dad with impossibly high expectations, Bad Bob Zimmermann” turning out to be largely an invention of Jack’s anxiety, when actual Bob’s main dad moments turned out to be: -nice goal, short kid! I’m also silently enjoying your mother’s massive middle school crush on me!!!! -Hey, Jack, bud, have you noticed you’re in love with that boy? Maybe you should go kiss him on the face, eh? We can wait!

[garden-of-succulents]

Not to mention, when you translate the French, “Hey Jack, I know the thought of me watching your game makes you really anxious. Would it be easier on you if I didn’t come tonight? I love you and don’t want to make things difficult for you.”

[incorrectcheckpleasequotes]

Bitty: Shitty has a very strange patchwork of knowledge. It’s anybody’s guess as to what he knows about ANY given topic. Watch. Hey, Shitty, who sculpted Mount Rushmore?

Shitty: Guzton Borglum, then his son finished it.

Bitty: Now what state is it in?

Shitty: I dunno, Ecuador or something?