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AH!!! I THINK IT’S TIME FOR A GIVEAWAY!

Two Grand Prize Winners will receive:

a signed copy of CHECK, PLEASE!: STICKS AND SCONES

a Samwell University mini-pennant

a falcs keychain & falcs enamel pin

And one winner will receive a signed copy of CHECK, PLEASE!: STICKS AND SCONES!

☆ Rules ☆

✔ The giveaway ends Friday, April 3. ✔ Enter by liking or re-blogging this post. You can enter as much as you’d like. ✔ Shipping to US & Canada only! Winners must respond with a mailing address within 24 hours of notification, please!

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Check, Please! follows Eric Bittle, a former figure skater who joins his college’s ice hockey team. It’s a queer romance, coming-of-age story, and has fun found family vibes! Read on checkpleasecomic.com or over at @omgcheckplease.

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Cutting this off in a few minutes! I’ll be announcing the winners later today. (SO I CAN GET THESE IN THE MAIL!!)

pessimistsguide

Friend Dumped: A Tragedy

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UPDATE: Holy shit, I wrote this five years ago, and so much has changed. First: Remember Naomi? She’s now a published author, and I have very complicated feelings about that. I am not a published author, and it is something that I would still like to accomplish in my life. (Technically I am a published author because my 100 page thesis is bound and in the library at the university I received my Master’s degree from, but in my head that doesn’t count. For some reason.) I was very bitter about this for a long time, but I have to remind myself that I am self-published. I have written novel-length work and, although I am not paid for the work I have done, I have had more readers and more reviews than she has. What I write is fanfiction, but it is no less valid. I get down sometimes and go back to read the emails I have gotten from readers and think... you know what? I’m fucking awesome.

Naomi’s last birthday party? Harry Potter themed. I feel like I deserve an apology, that I have for years, but it has been just that. Years. She is married, she has a child, she has a publisher. I thought about going to a book signing she had when her book was released, but I didn’t. I have her book on my Amazon wishlist, but I haven’t purchased it. I don’t know if I will. Only time will tell.

Second: Remember Rachel? Soul Mate Rachel? Best Friend Forever Rachel, who understood me and accepted me and supported me? Well, that’s over. It’s been over for about... three years? And it sucks. It fucking sucks. But the pattern described that drove away Naomi and Nicole? Yeah, it happened again. Dump too much stuff on a single person, make them feel responsible for my happiness, and I am prone to finding people who would rather avoid a difficult conversation and ghost me than people who want to confront difficult things in an effort to mend a relationship. So I gave her an ultimatum at the New Year. The New Year seems to be a running theme. After the start of the year I would stop trying to contact her. And I did. I have broken down a couple of times, touched base with her, but not much has changed. I let her know when I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, to let her know that I was working on my mental health and recognized that in many ways I was emotionally abusive. BUT... and this is the key part here... I did not take all the blame in the deterioration of our relationship. It wasn’t my fault, not completely. I damaged a lot of things, that is true, but I wanted to fix them. I feel like I deserve an apology, but I don’t think I will ever really get that. She messaged me recently, asking about updates in my life, but I haven’t responded to it. How to I tell someone about two friends passing away, family drama, illness, the loss of a beloved pet, a move, travelling out of the country, conventions, costumes, birthday parties, Christmases, and every little sadness and happiness that have happened over the past few years? If she wanted to know about my life she would be in it. So I haven’t responded. I don’t know if I will. You know who is still around? Kendra. She’s got a beautiful daughter but she came to visit me last year and I plan to visit her this year. Whitney? Check. Sarah? Check. Amber? Double check. I’ve also got so many convention friends, and friends from college (Hey Jenni!) and friends from work who became friends for life (Yo Mary!)I talk to Nicole on occasion, but she has a serious girlfriend and to be completely honest I am jealous and probably will always be. But I am happy for her. What else is still around? Me. I struggle with mental illness every single day of my life, I have daily suicidal thoughts, but I am still here. I am still going to a psychiatrist, and working on the cocktail of meds that are going to get me functioning. I get up, go to work, come home, cuddle my kittens, and visit family often. I have supportive parents, the best Nanny a person could ask for, and a weird nephew and a silly niece that I love very much. Oh, I love their mom too. So maybe having a Best Friend isn’t all it’s cracked up to be? Maybe it’s about having a network of friends, some you go to for laughs and some you go to for tears and some for fun and some for heartbreak and some for hockey and some for dancing and some for kissing on National Kiss Day, whatever that is. Maybe it’s about supporting each other, trading worries for worries and recipes for recipes and presents and Galentine’s Day cards. Maybe it’s telling someone when you don’t have enough spoons to hear their problems, and respecting it when they tell you the same. It’s telling someone when your feelings are hurt and talking through it, because your friendship is more important than hurt feelings. It’s about planning epic vacations for the future with people you want to spend the rest of your life with, platonically.

It’s about matching tattoos, and writing together, and occasionally getting overwhelmed by how lucky you are to have the people in your life that you do have.

It’s about remembering the people you have lost. Rooting for them, and hating them, and missing them.

Hell, I don’t know what it’s about.

And that’s okay.

#update #pessimistsguide #friend dumped #2019

tsumeghost

Sid/Geno Recs - Hidden Gems

I’m glad I had time/motivation to get this second list finished by the end of July for @pensmonthly ‘s “Rec Lists” theme this month. I picked an arbitrary and sliding kudos cut-off and collected some of my favorite fics that won’t show up on the first 10 pages when you sort by kudos on ao3. I particularly tried to focus on older fic and ones not in recent exchanges because those are most likely to be missed!

My categories (Very Au, Slightly AU, Get Together, Sex, Quiet/Domestic) have a decreasing level of priority - no matter the topic if one doesn’t play hockey it is under “very” au, if there are biology changes but its totally sex focused, it still qualifies as “slightly” au, etc etc.

If you want a specific content warning/character check beyond the authors tags, please message me specifically related to a fic, I’m including no warnings here.

Errors, typos, bad links etc - lmk please!

Very AU - one or both do not play professional hockey or hockey does not exist in the AU

For the Roses by ionthesparrow (2014) A still more glorious dawn by i_claudia (2014) let this road be mine by pollyrepeat (2015) elastic heart by cathedralhearts (2015) let me be your skyline by agirlnamedfia (2015) Feather by elareine (2015) Coach’s Corner by torigates (2015) The Emperor’s Humility by itsacoup (2016) Keep Calm and Marry On by umbrellacam (2016) Nesting Instincts by MapleMermaid (2016) Bloom by omelet (2016) Sparked Under Pressure by itsacoup (2016)

Slightly AU - both play professional hockey but there are significant world-building differences such as magic, altered biology, large societal structure changes

the laws of gravity are very very strict, and you’re just bending them for your own benefit by spuffyduds (2013) The Gentlest Chains by LadyJanelly (2013) this is my heart, it’s on the line by bropunzeling, nebulia (2014) A Curse, and a Blessing by brutti_ma_buoni (2015) Switch Hitter by Snickfic (2015) the moon like an animal by snoozingkitten (2015) i can’t feel my face when i’m with you by hauntologie (2015) Aftermarket Peripherals by siegeofangels (2016) Full by soixante (2016) Almost as Bright by Snickfic (2016) two kids, you and me by myownremedy (2016) I’m So Full of Love by neveranygoodupthere (2016)

Get Together - these fic include the beginning of a relationship

Cold Days in Hell by nebulia (2013) a better way to fall by morphosyntactic (2013) miles to go by hauntologie (2013) Save Some Face by dedougal (2014) A Foreign Familiarity by spinel (2015) don’t even know what i’m looking for (but at least i know what i’m gonna throw away) by nebulia (2015) Sing Your Praises by itsacoup (2015) March Into The Sun by o_contrary (2015) You Don’t Get an Alibi by coricomile (2016) The Problem with French-Canadians by pinkish (2016) an uncharted country by flamingo_sex (2016) little steps (getting there;being there) by onceuponamoon (2016)

Sex - the primary focus of these fics are sex and sexuality in established/developing relationships

Then It’s Yours by liophael (2014) Put It On Me by o_contrary (2014) soft around the edges by crosbutt (authocracy) (2014) Everything You Can Do (I Can Do Too!) by Dangereuse (2015) she exhales vanilla lace (of sugar and ice i am made) by thescrewtapedemos (2017) Always for the First Time by GovtDarling 2018

Quiet/Domestic - established/developing relationships

Your hand in mine by i_claudia (2013) Let Steep for 4-7 Minutes by mriaow (2013) Name the Name by red_crate (2014) Mustard Can Be Magic by james (2015) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go) by coricomile (2017)

sidmalkin

suicidepokecheck

Why do they do this?

pentapoda

Sid/Geno, Always-a-different-gender AU, double swap:

Taylor Crosby is the sort of guy to bring his sister as his date to his own draft. And if that weren’t enough for endless chirping, he makes the mistake of admitting that it’s his sister he’s terrified of disappointing, not his dad.

“No, guys, you don’t understand. Her life motto is, like, if you’re not bleeding, you probably could have tried harder.”

Then they find out she’s an olympic athlete. She has a gold medal (though not in hockey). Her dad wasn’t as on the hockey wagon since she was never gonna be in the NHL — though of course she plays — but no, she’s a skier or maybe that sport where you ski and ski and shoot things and ski some more. Basically, something that makes the guys, when they find this out, a little bit scared of her themselves. Except then Malkin, star player, team captain, friendly guy but a joker, likes to drink obscenely expensive drinks and buy diamonds for his mother (living large, it’s a life goal) says slyly — he’d hit that. He could handle her. And it’s in good fun (so men often say), but it’s crossing a line. Baby-Tay (better than Tayby, alright, that didn’t last past training camp, thank god) throws down in the bar. Cue a minor, slightly confused deadspin article.

Until Sidney Crosby herself comes down from Canada to help her brother train. And she is every bit as hard line, bluntly eye-on-the prize (aaaaand a little awkwardly robotic) as Taylor promised. A force of fucking nature - who doesn’t catch social cues but can put a puck in the upper left nine times out of ten. They unearth an old Canadian news article about her — the crazy awesome Canadian female athlete, may or may not be Olympic quality in hockey and ski-ski-shoot-ski and regular-just-ski sports. Or some other combination that adds up to: ridiculous. Her skating when she’s on the ice taking shots at Baby T is top notch, and her rampant superstition combined with single-minded drive is frustrating and difficult to communicate with — unless you join in. Some of the guys call her a freight train, unattractive, unreachable, but Geno sees curls and curves and hockey.

Too bad a dumb comment in a bar means that Taylor Crosby is ready to throw down (and I mean, really throw down) if Geno talks to her any place except the ice and about anything that isn’t hockey. And Taylor is a goalie. He does not leave holes in his defense.

Shit, Geno thinks, this is going to take planning.

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ngoziu

Aang Makes a Betrothal Necklace. (ln response to this post)

bittysvalentines

Soft Hands

To: @boomsherlocka From: @alocalband

a nurseydex soulmate au for @boomsherlocka! Happy Valentine’s Day, and I hope you enjoy this!! <3

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Dex begins his Freshman year at Samwell knowing two things with absolute certainty.

The first is that Derek Nurse is his soulmate.

The second is that Derek Nurse deserves a soulmate who is not Dex.

Thankfully, it seems to be one-sided. When they first meet on the tour, Nursey doesn’t even react beyond a coolly raised eyebrow and a judgmental, cursory glance up and down Dex’s body before turning away.

So Nursey may be it for Dex, but that doesn’t mean he’s it for Nursey.

Which is good. Dex shouldn’t be it for anyone.

He’s got too many rough edges, too much fight, and too little patience. He wasn’t built for being around other people peacefully, let alone for being around them intimately, and he’s known that since the moment he learned how to read.

Because even the words written into his skin since birth tell him as much.

He’s never let anyone other than his parents see them, and he doesn’t plan on changing that any time soon. It isn’t difficult to hide, even in the locker room. The words make long, looping lines across the palms of both his hands, and so Dex taught himself from an early age to keep his hands in constant fists.

Of course, it felt all too natural as a kid to then start using those fists. The scars from knuckles split open too many time to count are just one more reminder that Dex isn’t the kind of person who should have a soulmate.

A soulmate is something special. Something that should be treated with better, kinder hands than William Poindexter’s.

He tends to keep all of his fights on the ice now, but the scars still speak for themselves about what kind of person he knows he really is.

As if the words on his palms weren’t already enough.

“Oh good, I hate him already.” Nursey’s first thought when they met. The words burned hot the moment it happened, and Dex clenched his fists all the tighter, trying to pretend he was somewhere else. Someone else.

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reblogging again to add my THANK YOU this is amazing and so sweet! I love these boys so much <3 You did an amazing job!

bittysvalentines

To @uarewell

From @boomsherlocka

I hope you enjoy this, it was fun to write. This version has a few scenes edited out that will be added when I post to my personal AO3 after the exchange is over!

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It all started with a text.

Beyoncé’s doing a special concert at Madison Square Garden. You have to take your boy. SK

Jack looked up from his phone to Bitty, who was bustling about the kitchen, humming to himself. He couldn’t help the small grin that grew on his face as he considered it. He had never taken Bitty to a concert before, let alone to one headlined by his idol. Bitty would lose it. Jack imagined the inevitable tears of joy. He was shaken from his own imagination by Bitty’s voice.

“You should talk to Shitty honey, see if he and Lardo would like to come down for the weekend sometime. I sure do miss those two.” Bitty had stilled in the entryway to the kitchen, his hands on his hips. There was a little frown wrinkling his brow. “What are you smiling about?” he asked.

Jack shrugged. “Just thinking, I have an idea,” he replied as he tapped out his reply.

The response from Shitty came in less than a minute, and Jack’s smile grew wider.

He went for his laptop as Bitty settled down on the sofa, flipping the television from ESPN to Food Network. “Come cuddle with me,” Bitty requested, reaching out for Jack.

“Almost done,” Jack replied, clicking through to enter his card information on the next screen. He jotted down his order confirmation number before closing his laptop. He then crossed to the sofa, settling down next to Bitty. They made quick work of tangling their bodies together. Jack pressed a kiss to Bitty’s temple.

“You seem happy, honey,” Bitty said as he settled against Jack’s body. “Something good happen?”

Jack hummed. “How does a road trip sound?”

Bitty’s grip on him tightened.

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They picked up Shitty and Lardo the following Friday, keeping their destination a secret from Bitty at all costs. He turned up the radio a little more every time they refused to give him information. By the time they made it to New York the car was vibrating.

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Soft Hands

To: @boomsherlocka From: @alocalband

a nurseydex soulmate au for @boomsherlocka! Happy Valentine’s Day, and I hope you enjoy this!! <3

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Dex begins his Freshman year at Samwell knowing two things with absolute certainty.

The first is that Derek Nurse is his soulmate.

The second is that Derek Nurse deserves a soulmate who is not Dex.

Thankfully, it seems to be one-sided. When they first meet on the tour, Nursey doesn’t even react beyond a coolly raised eyebrow and a judgmental, cursory glance up and down Dex’s body before turning away.

So Nursey may be it for Dex, but that doesn’t mean he’s it for Nursey.

Which is good. Dex shouldn’t be it for anyone.

He’s got too many rough edges, too much fight, and too little patience. He wasn’t built for being around other people peacefully, let alone for being around them intimately, and he’s known that since the moment he learned how to read.

Because even the words written into his skin since birth tell him as much.

He’s never let anyone other than his parents see them, and he doesn’t plan on changing that any time soon. It isn’t difficult to hide, even in the locker room. The words make long, looping lines across the palms of both his hands, and so Dex taught himself from an early age to keep his hands in constant fists.

Of course, it felt all too natural as a kid to then start using those fists. The scars from knuckles split open too many time to count are just one more reminder that Dex isn’t the kind of person who should have a soulmate.

A soulmate is something special. Something that should be treated with better, kinder hands than William Poindexter’s.

He tends to keep all of his fights on the ice now, but the scars still speak for themselves about what kind of person he knows he really is.

As if the words on his palms weren’t already enough.

“Oh good, I hate him already.” Nursey’s first thought when they met. The words burned hot the moment it happened, and Dex clenched his fists all the tighter, trying to pretend he was somewhere else. Someone else.

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