people are gay, steven

she/her, usa

[lobsterdex]

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check please fics i’ve written

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duh lol but yeah mostly check please content

kent parson positive blog but also pro jack and pro bitty and pro jackandbitty and pro p much all check please characters. they're all my besties

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[dykeseinfeld]

jackholtz microbiology au where holster is an ATP-producing alphaproteobacterium and jack is a single celled eukaryotic organism and fucking absorbs holster into an organelle and uses holster's complex protein-import machinery to fucking steal his ATP and live off of that energy and evolve for billions of years

[somethingnurseywoulddo]

freshman year holster angry fucking jack -> freshman year bitty complaining to holster about how mean jack is -> bittyholtz comfort/revenge sex -> junior year jack angry fucking holster for comfort fucking bitty

[firstdayasadumpling]

unrestrained summer fun

[firstdayasadumpling]

brain food 🥘

[waliflower]

I drew my little guys so I can print them and put them above my doorframe. Now I just need money to print them out 💔 #staplessponsorme

[alphacrone]

omgcp live action should feature a different pie each ep and have a recipe at the end

[abed-with-a-knife]

showing up to kill a man’s whole coven and rip out his spine and burn him alive. in converse high tops.

louis de pointe du lac your heart too big your swag too fire your eyes too green. they’ll kill you

[firstdayasadumpling]

brain food 🥘

[softbrah]

btw since I talked shit about a bad hockey platform the other day, I think I should also rec a good one:

I’m really digging trailer park sports network lately. super enthusiastic about men’s and women’s hockey. solid takes, chill vibes, just here for the love of it all and for actually having conversations about how to grow the game and talking about all the ugly messy racism and sexism and homophobia that’s rampant in the culture. he just put up a video on this subject on insta that that was like, yeah bro, EXACTLY.

[ivecarvedawoodenheart]

I'll be honest half of the fun of JackHoltz is the fact that they would hate it. like I truly believe neither of them would touch each other with a 10 foot hockey stick and That is what makes their one night of torrid passion so juicy to think about

[aristocrating]

[skeletonzimms]

[ivecarvedawoodenheart]

what if the better version of you was a you that overcame your demons and what if the better version of you was a you who had no demons to begin with. and what if both versions of you met and had a nasty passive aggressive relationship for 4 years on a hockey team at a small liberal arts university in Massachusetts.

[omgdexnursey]

if we’re back to bullying holster through jackholtz again today i think it’d be really funny if jack just legitimately forgot he and holtz were exes

[watermelonmountaindew]

pretty sure jackholtz is the only ship tag where 85% of the posts are just like “these dudes do NOT get along and they are exes at BEST”

[ivecarvedawoodenheart]

Samwell in the summer is kegsters and cut grass, late nights for no reason and sunburns, swim trunks in backpacks and long afternoons on rooftops. There’s a  longing to the air, and it seeps into everyone; even the professors are distracted now and then by a clear sky and a warm breeze, pausing mid-lecture to sigh and stare outside and smile ruefully at their students before continuing class. Everyone wants to indulge on days like this.

It’s a season of fullness. The parties are sexier. The alcohol flows freer. And on nights like tonight, when the room is bursting over, no one seems to notice when Ransom leans in a little too close for it to mean nothing. No one seems to notice how often Holster leans back.

[ivecarvedawoodenheart]

Right now Holster’s talking to March and April from the volleyball team, and Rans isn’t looking, because he’s making out with one of last year’s bio classmates where Holster can definitely see. It’s a good kiss. Rans tries really hard to leave parties with a good kiss, because it keeps both the ruse and his reputation in a tidy spot. He likes that people know he’s a good kisser. Every party needs a showstopper, and Holster — Holster doesn’t need the reminder, he doesn’t, but sometimes it feels like—

Rans’s former classmate’s smiling into his lips. Her name is Grace, he thinks; they spent enough time together for him to know she’s into him but not long enough to remember her name. He’d feel worse about it if he thought she’d care. A summer kiss is a summer kiss.

Hands in his hair, nails a slight and deliberate pressure, a subtle brush of tongue. Usually this is when he’d kiss his way along her jaw to her ear and whisper an invite back to his place. Tonight, though, Rans tugs her bottom lip with his teeth and steps away. 

“I gotta go,” he says.

Grace touches her mouth. Gives him the eyes. “Maybe we can do it again sometime?”

“Yeah, for sure,” he tells her, even though he knows they won’t. She’ll meet someone else and he’ll be another hookup and he still won’t hold Holster’s hand as they walk home.

Over her shoulder, Holster’s still laughing with the girls, the sweat on his neck shimmering, and Rans can almost taste it.