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if my account gets deleted i want it to be for this
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i bought these two tops at goodwill. they represent the two extremes of the kinsey scale
This is Adam Birkholtz summed up.
Prompt (if you want): captain america zimbits where Bitty is the unlikely super solider candidate and jack is the hot/intimidating foreign training officer (bonus for shitty being howard stark???)
HELLO YOU JUST COMBINED TWO OF MY FAVORITE THINGS HELL YEAH
Based on this scene
And also bonus featuring shitty
(in which the super soldier serum did work but didnt change how bitty looked)
i catch a glimpse of the other side
OMGCP AU – The one where we see Bitty’s Snapchat instead of his tweets.
things bitty has experienced bc of the ~soft closet~
i have seen posts about bitty’s parents beating him up for coming out
i have seen posts about bitty’s parents being perfectly accepting
i suspect the reality is somewhere in the middle
the ~soft closet~
i am from the Baby Bible Belt– my town (and family) is incredibly conservative, but not like violently homophobic, i understand this middle ground, i am here to contribute
under a cut bc this got way too long and way too personal!! awesome!!
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in which jack and shitty accidentally date
based on a dream I had, I present: a short semi-fic about Jack and Shitty and their day-long, beautiful relationship.
Basically, this is what happens:
At a kegster during their freshmen year, in which Shitty is running around being the life of the party even though he’s a freshman, Jack is also in attendance– talking to Berger and Marsh in the kitchen. Jack is there, partly to keep an eye on Shitty, partly because he is surprised by how much he does like some of the guys on his team, mostly because they had won today and Jack is in quite a good mood. Not a good enough mood that he is going to risk going into the living room where music is blasting, but in a good enough mood that he is holding a solo cup of beer and chilling in the kitchen, chatting with Berger and Marsh. He is at ease as Jack ever is– laughing good naturedly as they tease both him and each other and of course, this is when the trouble starts.
The trouble is this: Marsh is drunk and excited that Jack has actually shown up to a Haus kegster and since Jack seems to be in a good mood, Marsh decides to take a risk and ask Jack a Question. More specifically, Marsh rams an friendly elbow into Jack’s ribs and goes:
“Yo, Zimmermann, you like anyone on campus yet?”
A few months prior, that question would have made Jack freeze up. But now, Jack smiles easily (because honestly, it is a rather respectful question– “like” instead of “fuck”; “anyone” instead of assuming “girl”) and he certainly doesn’t want to get into his romantic history or lack of crushes so he smiles, shrugs, and says
“Nah, love’s shitty,” It’s still friendly and he smiles and asks Berg about his crush that the whole team knows about and that should be that.
The problem, however, is that what Alex Berger and Carter Marsh heard was not “Nah, love’s shitty,” but “I’m in love with Shitty.”
Which, of course, is a much bigger deal.
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The Most Important Advice I Can Give To Writers
Go to YouTube.
Watch Bob Ross.
Listen to him talk about painting.
Seriously, this guy… this guy is full of advice for a writer who’s having trouble getting started.
He’s not writing, he’s painting, but… okay, like, he can sit there and talk about geology and the diffusion of light and make it clear that he knows what a mountain is and he knows what goes into the interplay of light and perspective, and then you’ll watch him smear some black paint on top of a still wet canvas with a thin metal wedge, and then take a brush and push it downwards so that it mixes with the base in such a way that it ends up lighter at the bottom and eventually just fades into the background.
And then he’ll take some titanium white paint and do the same thing to add snow and light, and you’re thinking… “But… interplay. Geology. Perspective.” and he’s just pushing paint around, talking about figuring out where the north slope lives and how there are no mistakes, just happy little accidents and then he steps back at the end and holy moly, it looks like he painted a mountain.
It doesn’t look like he pushed paint around for ten minutes, it looks like he looked at a real mountain somewhere and copied it.
Is there a real mountain that matches the painting? No. Could he use this method to exactly replicate an actual mountain? No. But he made a mountain that looks real enough, and even if he didn’t have 100% control over the final look of it, he conjured it out of his imagination.
This is the trick that more writers need to learn. It’s possible to create a story or even a whole book through meticulous planning and careful construction, but… most people can’t do that. It’s not that we’re not willing to put in the work, it’s just too easy to get stuck. Too easy to never leave the “Well, I’m still worldbuilding/researching” stage. Too easy to write oneself into a corner or get bogged down in the details.
So this is my advice today for fiction writers:
Learn how to speed paint.
Learn how to work wet on wet.
Learn how to push paint around on the edge of a knife.
Learn how to figure out where things want to live by feel and how to allow for happy little accidents.
There will be places for fine details and intricate sketches. But when you’re staring at a blank canvas and you have no idea where to start… paint the whole thing blue and start scraping up some mountains.
Quick, broad strokes. That’s all it takes to get you started. Quick, broad strokes and a few happy accidents.
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anyway here’s a compilation of some of the most direct parodies from crazy ex girlfriend
thinking out loud vs let’s have intercourse
i kissed a girl vs feeling kinda naughty
diamonds are a girl’s best friend vs the math of love triangles
love sex magic vs sex with a stranger
uptown funk vs so maternal
wannabe vs friendtopia
ya got trouble vs cold showers lead to crack
trapped in the closet vs stuck in the bathroom
mickey mouse club theme vs i have friends
sherry vs santa ana winds
i want it that way vs a boy band made up of four joshes
let’s face the music and dance vs settle for me
whenever, wherever vs group hang
do you hear the people sing vs flooded with justice
why don’t you do right vs his status is preferred
rose’s turn vs after everything i’ve done for you (that you didn’t ask for)
mickey vs makey makeover
moses supposes vs we tapped that ass
once upon a dream vs maybe this dream
dreamgirls vs dream ghost
piano man vs what’ll it be (hey west covina)
worth it vs put yourself first
The Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear
They pulled an “all lives matter” on the fucking Holocaust……
How has the world gotten to this point jfc
46 for zimbits? Pretty please? :) (Also, your writing is DELIGHTFUL and ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC, my gosh <3 Thank you so very much for it! *hugs*)
46.) “Where are you? I’m lost in IKEA.”
[thank you so much for your patience, @najatapl! <3]
The short answer is: Jack should’ve known what to expectwhen he asked Eric Bittle to move in with him.
The longer answer is: Jack has known Bitty for four years, andin that time Bitty never complained about Jack’s decorating skills before, butas soon as he agreed to move in he told Jack there would be some changes, and those changes includea trip to the Stoughton IKEA, which is nearly an hour away from Providence, toget some things that Jack apparently has lived two years without.
The ultimate answer is: Jack is so in love with Bitty he’lldo whatever he wants.
However, regardless of how in love he is with Bitty, thatdoesn’t change the fact that IKEA is huge and, as far as Jack can see,organized strangely. And there are hot dogs? To eat?
His phone rings and it’s Bitty. Jack answers immediately.“Where are you? I’m lost in IKEA.”
“Bless your heart,” Bitty says, and he sounds so warm andfond that Jack can’t help but to grin stupidly next to As Seen on TV buckwheatpillows. “You didn’t get the list I left for you?”
“I have it, it’s just…difficult to decipher.”
“Jack Zimmermann. You just won a Stanley Cup and you can’tmake a trip to IKEA by yourself?”
“That was easier.”
Bitty snorts, and his derision is attractive. This is howthey flirt. Jack always wants to flirt like this. “Sweet Lord, I don’t knowwhat I’m getting myself into with you.”
“You like it.”
“Sometimes. Canyou not find the impossible-to-lose massive amounts of living room furniture?We need side tables.”
Jack turns around in a circle before responding. “I’mtrapped in the As Seen on TV section.”
“You aren’t trapped,child. Do you really need me to meet you there? Because if I do that, I can’tguarantee that my mother won’t put flowers all over our new place.”
Our new place.Jack’s heart somersaults spectacularly in his chest. “Your mother is allowed todo whatever she likes.”
Bitty exhales and his voice is muffled when he shouts,“Mama, Jack said you can do whatever you want!” A pause, then, “She’s going todye all your underwear pink.”
“I like pink. Come rescue me.”
There’s jostling on Bitty’s end, then another magnificentsigh. “You poor thing. What would you do without me?”
Jack can’t help the dopey smile on his face, and he doesn’twant to. It’s been a long road to get to this point, but he’s genuinely, consistentlyhappy. “Probably die in the middle of IKEA.”
“I love you,” Bitty says, and the words sound tender andrushed all at once as Jack hears him getting the car keys to their new SUV. “I’llsee you soon. Please, please don’ttouch anything in the As Seen on TV section. Lord knows we get enough of thatfrom Mr. Crappy, and Mama says two singing fish are enough for one house.”
concept: Jack Zimmermann walked in on Shitty holding the “yo marry me jack zimmermann” sign once and kind of winked and said “i think you’re gonna have to buy me dinner first, eh?” and shitty fell over laughing and when jack caught bitty holding it he had ever intention of doing the same thing but then his mind went blank and all he could picture was marrying bitty, but somehow, still didn’t realize how gone he was on him
#no I bet you their whole y2 friendship was jack getting these too-friendly impulses and then going blank and being like #‘haha…weird’ (tags via @nicepasses)
‘probably gonna have to deal with that later’
and then when Bad Bob said the thing he said, Jack got a searing white insta-montage of all those stray thoughts he had discreetly filed away, and it was like he downloaded two years of romantic and sexual frustration into his brain in three seconds flat.
It’s amazing that he and Bitty survived their first kiss and didn’t spontaneously combust right there with all those flammable boxes of Sharks memorabilia.
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The Falcs do a PR push for Valentine’s Day, looking for the perfect Valentine for their leading scorer and new Alternate Captain. Instagram and Twitter go NUTS, Yo Marry Me Jack Zimmermann posters appear at every game. So many people have proposed to Jack via social media and at the rink, that our boy’s face is basically bright red for the whole month of February.
Georgia sees the hullabaloo and develops a PR Plan. Every day, the Falcs post a picture of one of the players holding the sign. Tater has the sign in one hand and a ring pop in the other. Thirdy has a veil on. Marty is proposing to one of the Jack toys. Even Parse gets in on the action, because, let’s face it, he needs attention, and posts a picture of himself and Jack in Qs with the caption I asked him first.
The final pic of a small blond man holding the sign, he’s wearing a Falcs bow tie and holding what appears to be a real ring. The next day there’s a pic of Jack positively beaming, arm slung around the blond and ring on his finger, holding a sign that says Yo, I Said Yes.
And that’s how Jack comes out.
@wrathofthestag @disraeligearsgoestumblin @victorineb - there, I kinda wrote a mini fic…does that count?
reblog if ur blog is anti-nazi
if ur a nazi or neo-nazi or support nazi ideologies let this be a fucking harsh message that ur not welcome on this blog and I hope you get socked in the face
It’s international Holocaust remembrance day today (27/01) so you better reblog this today if you see it.