Oct 23, 2017
When you first mentioned Roanoke, since I dont watch AHS I thought,,, you meant,,, t h e p l a c e.
I MEAN TANGENTALLY THAT TOO I GUESS IM INTO LORE
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When you first mentioned Roanoke, since I dont watch AHS I thought,,, you meant,,, t h e p l a c e.
I MEAN TANGENTALLY THAT TOO I GUESS IM INTO LORE
I main mercy and one of the single-handedly most annoying things is when you heal/power up a tank and they charge out again ASSUMING you're going to follow them into battle as their personal body guard and then get mad because you weren't out protecting a 600 health roadhog from a team definitely targeting the healer."Why am I not your bodyguard? Because my health is a 1/3 of yours asshole."
cee3p0 replied to your post “why do certain sounds feel so bad”
that's called misophonia! A lot of people have it! It's called "the hatred of sound" but that really just means what you're describing, where certain sounds really really hurt, like nails on a chalkboard, plastic sqeaking together, people chewing ect.
woah i didnt know that was a thing, thank you!
Prompt: jack has never had a problem woth spending money so hes too easily influenced to buy everything advertised on tv. When bitty comes back to their shared apartment to 30 chia pets he is both bewildered and highly amused.
What’s your favorite animal?
Bitty’s eyebrows pull together in confusion at Jack’s text. He’d been sitting at his desk, studying for his French final, when his phone had vibrated against the wood next to his hand. He types out his answer, and it’s barely gone through before his phone is already buzzing with Jack’s response.
Señor Bun would be offended that you even have to ask.
Soooo bunny then.
Yes. Why?
No reason. :)
Bitty narrows his eyes at the screen, but the corners of his mouth twitch.
I’m sure. Dork.
He sets his phone back down and continues to go over his notes, a small smile on his face.
When Bitty walks out of his last final–European History, which he probably only did okay on, shh, don’t tell Jack–he’s got a fully formed plan in his mind. He rushes back to the Haus, throws an overnight bag together, and leaves a note on the fridge telling the others he’ll be back Sunday to get the rest of his stuff before heading home for the break, and that there are five pies to tide them over while he’s away.
Jack isn’t expecting him until Friday, and it’s only Wednesday, but Bitty doesn’t think he can wait that long, not when all of his exams are finished and he’s got nothing left to occupy his brain space other than the thought of Jack Zimmermann’s stupid handsome face. So he’s going early, and Jack will just have to deal.
The drive is an easy 45 minutes, and Bitty cranks up the volume on the radio and rolls down the windows, feeling light and happy and a bit like his heart might burst out of his chest when he sees Jack.
Jack had given Bitty a key to his house almost immediately. He brought a spare with him when he came to visit Bitty in Georgia and handed it to him as if that wasn’t a huge thing. “Just in case,” he’d said, and Bitty had been too flabbergasted to ask “In case of what?” He’d simply accepted it, and they’d moved on.
He’s come to realize since then that Jack Zimmermann is never going to do anything by halves. He suspects that they’ll skip the “move in with me” step and go straight to “marry me.” The thought admittedly makes Bitty a little bit giddy as he hops up the steps to Jack’s front door. The key slides into the lock, and he twists. He half expects it not to work, but the door swings open and Bitty bites back his grin as he steps inside and flicks on the light switch.
And then freezes. Because. Well, because Lord. There are…plants. There are plants everywhere. It takes Bitty a moment to understand what it is he’s seeing because at first he’s quite sure he’s just walked into the wrong house, perhaps the house of a horticulturalist or something. Certainly not Jack Zimmermann’s house, in any case. Jack Zimmermann who actually managed to kill a cactus his junior year of college.
But. They aren’t plants. Exactly. Well, they are, but they’re…oh dear, they couldn’t really be…?
Bitty sets his bag down by the front door and steps closer to the little side table by the door where one of the things is sitting. And. Yep. That’s…that’s definitely a Chia pet. This particular one is shaped like a turtle.
Bitty clamps a hand down over his mouth, suddenly so overcome with giggles that he can hardly stand up straight. And then he realizes he has absolutely no reason to be quiet because Jack isn’t home yet, so he just lets go, laughing so hard and so loud that he would swear he can hear it echoing around the house.
He is in Jack Zimmermann’s house, Jack Zimmermann’s house, and there are Chia pets on every surface. He’s never experienced anything so ridiculous and hilarious. He has to text Shitty. And Lardo. Oh Lord, he wishes he could tweet a picture of every single plant right now.
Jack gets home about fifteen minutes after Bitty arrives. It’s enough time for Bitty to have taken his bag up to Jack’s room and to have shot off pictures of some of the Chia pets to Shitty and Lardo.
“Bits?” Jack’s voice carries up the steps, and he sounds breathless and excited. He would’ve seen Bitty’s car in the driveway.
Bitty races from Jack’s room and down the steps, and Jack’s grin is near blinding as Bitty throws himself into his arms.
“You’re here,” Jack murmurs, and his arms squeeze Bitty so tightly he can hardly breathe, but he doesn’t care. All is forgotten for a brief moment while he buries his face in Jack’s neck and breathes in his scent and and just lets himself be surrounded by this man.
“I missed you so much,” he whispers into Jack’s shirt.
Jack lets out a shaky breath. “God me, too.”
After another minute or so of content, warm silence, Bitty decides it’s time.
“Jack. Honey.”
“Mm?”
Bitty pulls back just enough to be able to look up into Jack’s face. “Why, why is your house infested with these…these creatures?”
Jack looks taken aback. “Oh, I…I was up late the other night ‘cause I couldn’t sleep, and you were asleep, so I was bored, and I turned on the tv, and there was this ad, and Georgia’s been telling me I need to spruce the place up, and I…“ He shrugs sheepishly, his cheeks flushing. “They looked like fun.”
Bitty loves him so much in that moment that he can hardly breathe. “Oh, sweetheart.”
Jack’s eyes suddenly light up a bit. “Did you see? I got you one!”
Bitty quirks an eyebrow. “What’s that now?”
Jack turns and beckons Bitty into the kitchen, talking over his shoulder. “Well. I got you a few, actually. Okay, maybe more than a few. But they had so many different types, and I wasn’t sure which one you’d like best so…”
Jack flips the light in the kitchen, and Bitty’s jaw drops open. There are green, fuzzy rabbits on every surface. There are two next the stove and four lining the shelf of the window above the sink. There are two more on the kitchen table, and there are five in a neat little row on the island. Bitty’s eyes widen, and he pulls his lips in between his teeth, trying to hold the giggles at bay. Jack is still talking.
“I also got a bunch for the guys. And Lardo. I’m gonna send them to them once they’ve grown a bit more. They’re upstairs.”
“Is this why you wanted to know what my favorite animal is?” Bitty asks, a bit breathless from suppressed laughter.
Jack nods. “Yeah, I asked everyone. I thought about trying to get ones based on nicknames, but then Shitty sprang to mind, and I’m pretty sure they don’t make one shaped like–hey, why’re you laughing?”
Bitty doubles over in silent giggles, one hand clutching his stomach, the other held up to Jack in an effort to make him stop talking before Bitty has an aneurysm. When he’s finally able to compose himself he straightens back up and steps close to Jack, wrapping his arms around his middle.
“You are the most adorable creature I’ve ever met,” he says very seriously.
Jack still looks a bit put out. “You don’t like them, do you?”
Bitty bites his lip, but another tiny bubble of laughter escapes anyway. “I love them, Jack. They’re…you’re amazing and ridiculous, and I’ve never met a soul would spend this much money on Chia pets before, and it makes me love you so much I can hardly stand it.”
Jack’s answering grin is so bright and beautiful that Bitty has to kiss him, and then suddenly he finds himself in Jack’s arms with his legs around Jack’s waist, and Jack is carrying him up the stairs.
“Just promise me one thing,” Bitty says against his jaw.
“Anything.”
“Please, please let me be there when you give Shitty his.”
@cee3p0 and @haycon THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPTS! I will still be at work for a few more hours, but I will do my best to write you these tonight! 😘
cee3p0 replied to your post “fun idea: stockyardstuck fan work”
that is a fun idea and i'm bored time to draw jade
:D
Do you know if you and your friend are gonna play CP CaH again? I only recently got into checkplease and would love to have some people to play with!
hello there!
actually, @ziimbits released the code for the deck so people can play whenever they want! you can find all the info here.
that being said, we will definitely be playing again at some point. we’ll make a post on here when we do!
hope you enjoy the deck!
Wait how did Erisol stop existing? Did John's retcon stop him from being created somehow?
Yep, post-retcon Gamzee never got to antagonize the Alpha kids and create their sprites