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ok but au where bitty and jack are married and bitty has a bestselling cookbook out and jack is still in the nhl and someone tweets bitty “@omgcheckplease i went on amazon to buy a blender but I bought your cookbook instead” and bitty’s like “DM me your address im sending you a blender” followed by someone else saying “I went on amazon to pay my college tuition but bought your cookbook instead”

“you’re gonna have to hit jack up for that one”

ericbttle

Hi everyone!

I’m a new(ish) omgcp blog and I need to follow some more blogs that post omgcp content! So if you do pls give a like/rb so I can follow, i’d rlly appreciate it!

bpd-tree

My kink is people who accept me even with my mental illness and don’t abandon me when it’s too hard for them

betweenthepies

This American Thanksgiving I am thankful for this gold that I do not deserve.

#im mothetfucking writing this

beatnikdaddio

admiring the stockings. 1940’s.

romanimp

#[40S COMMERCIAL ANNOUNCER VOICE] WHAT’S BETTER THAN THIS? GALS BEING PALS

edteachs-adhd-spiral

Fun fact: Though being gay in the 40s sucked, being gay in the military was easier, and pretty common. There were apparently, at one point in time time so many lesbians in the military that when they tried to crack down on it, the girls wrote back and said “Look I can give you the names, but you’ll lose some of your best officers, and half your nurses and secretaries.” And they pretty much shut up about it unless you were especially bad at subtlety. (Source: Odd Girls and Twilight Lovers. A good source for gay history from 1900s onwards.)

spart117mc-blog

Sergeant Phelps worked for General Eisenhower. Four decades after Eisenhower had defeated the Axis powers, Phelps recalled an extraordinary event. One day the general told her, “I’m giving you an order to ferret those lesbians out.’ We’re going to get rid of them.”

“I looked at him and then I looked at his secretary. who was standing next to me, and I said, ‘Well, sir, if the general pleases, sir, I’ll be happy to do this investigation for you. But you have to know that the first name on the list will be mine.’

“And he kind of was taken aback a bit. And then this woman standing next to me said, ‘Sir, if the general pleases, you must be aware that Sergeant Phelps’s name may be second, but mine will be first.’

“Then I looked at him, and I said, ‘Sir, you’re right. They’re lesbians in the WAC battalion. And if the general is prepared to replace all the file clerks, all the section commanders, all of the drivers—every woman in the WAC detachment—and there were about nine hundred and eighty something of us—then I’ll be happy to make the list. But I think the general should be aware that among those women are the most highly decorated women in the war. There have been no cases of illegal pregnancies. There have been no cases of AWOL. There have been no cases of misconduct. And as a matter of fact, every six months since we’ve been here, sir, the general has awarded us a commendation for meritorious service.’

“And he said, ‘Forget the order.’

- The Gay Metropolis: The Landmark History of Gay Life in America

sevenswansons-blog

I’ve reblogged this before but it didn’t have these comments and HOLY HOT DAMN DID IT NEED THEM.

fluffyzimbits

garlique

where’s that check please art where lardo is like…. what should i draw and the other dude tells her to draw a dick

guardgirll

College Advice

1. Just because you took 7 classes in high school doesn’t mean you can manage 7 classes in college. 2. Just because you woke up at 6am everyday in high school doesn’t mean you can wake up at 6am everyday in college. 3. Just because you got straight A’s in high school doesn’t mean you’ll necessarily get straight A’s in college (and that’s okay). 4. Just because your teachers in high school said they were preparing you for college doesn’t mean you’re actually prepared for college.

emastral2718

5. If your advisor says it’s too much, it’s too much.

words-writ-in-starlight

6. If Health Services says to take a day off, take a day off.

deadmomjokes

7. If you have flu symptoms, do not go to class, you don’t want to be the start of an epidemic.

lenacraft

Duly noted, thanks.

stellifymyheart

8. 4 classes is a full semester please understand this BLEASe

luminarai

goalies are scary

aka the frogs are the girls from friends part 3.0 and i also drew this in 3 minutes which.. you can tell

rasec-wizzlbang-blog

can I legally have my body divided into fifths upon my death and be buried in five separate cemeteries

captenki

That just made me think of something. If you have multiple personalities and they all wanted to be buried in seperate cemeteries wyd??? Would the body be split up or would ppl go against their wishes and bury them in one cemetery???

rasec-wizzlbang-blog

thats not why I’m doing this but thats an interesting question too

respectable-loonitic

W h y a r e y o u d o i n g t h i s t h e n?

rasec-wizzlbang-blog

chrisfranklinchow

I LOVE JACK ZIMMERMANN WITH MY WHOLE HEART!!! (x)

garden-of-succulents

In today’s Picarto stream, someone made a joke about Bitty being asked by his Youtube followers to play Fuck, Marry, Kill with the Providence Falconers. Merry speculation ensued.

(Elsewhere, meanwhile, sylviarachel commented, “I am imagining Bitty’s vlog followers being like, Poor Bitty’s boyfriend, it must be hard to be dating someone who has such a massive crush on someone else, especially if the someone else is gorgeous and rich and famous”)

Then Ngozi, who is wonderful, made a joke about Jack watching the video and sweating nervously, going, “I hope I get picked -.- I wonder who it will be” like a giant dingus who just worries and is insecure sometimes. Which was SO ADORABLE.

CAN I PLS SEE THESE THINGS IN FANFIC???

garden-of-succulents

“Oh, lord,” Eric groaned. He bit his lip as he read through the three paper slips again, then threw himself back onto the coverlet in frustration. Little jump-cuts gave the sense of time passing, of the agitation the decision caused him. “I love all these guys–” he said, then threw himself backwards again. After wrinkling his brow and shuffling through them a little more, he finally came back and settled himself crosslegged on his bed, facing the camera.

“This one,” he said, holding up one paper slip, “is a fine man, and a fine hockey player. And he said some very nice things about my pie. But there are some things I can’t abide, and let me tell you a secret: Jonathan Nowicki cheers for the New England Patriots.”

“So that’s a kill,” he said, throwing Snowy’s slip over his shoulder.

More thought.

“Now, there are pros and cons on both sides here,” he said, flipping between papers. “Randall Robinson is an excellent family man. He’s proven time and again that he is dedicated to nothing more than being a husband–even the team that has his number-one loyalty knows that if his girls call, they come first. And I have got to say, I really admire that. But, you know… I’m not a homewrecker. I can’t break that up. If his wife would ever let it happen–not that she would, and if Carrie asks please let her know this excercise is strictly hypothetical–and if he ever asks, this is just for the sake of followers and subscriptions like the soulless Youtube shill y’all know I am, I hope he understands–then yeah, I’d fuck Thirdy.”

One slip left. Eric pursed his lips softly.

“You know, marriage is a serious business. It’s not just being in love. It’s loving someone and knowing that you can live your life with them. I mean, what if you find somebody hot and all, but they can’t stand you blasting Katy Perry during your morning shower? What if they don’t understand the importance of pie?”

He tapped his lips thoughtfully with the last piece of paper, having worked it into a roll with nervous fingers while he talked.

“I mean, it’s easy to say, ‘Yeah, of course, I’ve lived with a guy, we prob’ly won’t kill each other, let’s get married.’ But here’s the thing. I’m rememberin’ this time. It was, oh, year and a half ago now. There was a big snowstorm, left three feet of snow on the ground. Campus shut down, couple houses in town without power. I’m stayin’ at home, hiding under my blankets. And this guy comes back and goes, oh, I was just walking all over campus, checking up on everyone in the team and making sure they had power and heat and food and water. I stopped by Stop’n’Shop and picked up some supplies. And hey look, I even bought butter.”

“And that’s when I knew.” Eric smiled, soft and wide. “I would absolutely marry Jack Zimmermann.”