#lardoshittyjackbitty

[ladysaraharper]

Look, I’ll I’m saying is that @icosahedonist told me that she’d resume her campaign this morning and she hasn’t. 

The giggle-honk defeats everyone. 

[ladysaraharper]

rhysiana replied to your post:icosahedonist: ladysaraharper:...

Sara, I have informed my MI native husband of your betrayal, and his response was: “The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was to convince the world he didn’t exist.” Do not be fooled by the puppies. Be strong.

I'm not breaking down. I mean, giggle-honk? You heard that, right? The puppies don't look like they want to be with Malkin/Geno. If the puppies can find a way out, so can I. I am weak because it is pre-season and that is all. You and the hubby planning on watching the World Cup of Hockey??

[zimmboniandbitty]

Quite the Pair (Swoops/Parse)

Jefferson Swoboda had a crush on his new teammate that was in the same draft class as him before they had even met. He had been following Jack Zimmermann in the draft, which mean he also followed Kent Parson. The kid was a damn good hockey player, and that impressed Jeff a lot. Looking at the teammate sitting next to him, Kent looked young enough that he could’ve still been in high school even though he was only three years younger. Jeff, on the other hand, looked older than he actually was. He looked like he had gone through a blender that aged him a few years and had the scars on his face to prove it. They were, and would be, quite the pair.

Since they were the two newest rookies on a relatively new expansion team, they were always lumped together for media, and pictures, and interviews. A handful of times, Jeff would be frozen in awe of how Kent, a boy that just turned 19, was able to carry himself with such maturity considering he was just drafted number 1 in the NHL. Sometimes, Jeff would forget to speak during interviews, leaving Kent to do most, if not all of the talking.

Of course, the little shit would chirp him for it every chance he could.

“My back is hurting, Swoboda,” Kent said after taking a long gulp of water.

“We’ve been sitting all day, Parser.”

“This is a sign of things to come,” Kent said, standing up and stretching as they waited for their next interview. “God, my back is gonna be sore all the damn time from carrying the team.”

Jeff rolled his eyes, but smiled. He pushed Kent, a little harder than expected, but reached out and grabbed him by his wrist to keep him from falling. “Clumsy?” he asked, trying to put the blame on the younger boy.

“You pushed me,” he said. Kent got his feet back under him, then finished off the rest of his water.

Once he was sure Kent wasn’t going to fall, Jeff let go of his wrist. “I don’t know if you know this, Parser, but in this sport, you’re gonna get pushed a lot.”

“That's why I got you, Swoboda. You get on my line and watch my back,” Kent said, sitting back down. So maybe Kent was a little cocky, but he needed it to survive in this sport. Especially in this city.

Jeff took a sip from his own bottle and watched Kent squirm in his chair. The kid was antsy, which was understandable considering they’d been in that room together all day and they were a little more than halfway done.

“Yeah. I can do that,” he said. Jeff sighed knowing that being the number 1 pick, and being the size he was, that Kent would have a target on his back. He would work to get on Kent’s line and make sure no one pushed him around. Well, except for him. “My teammates called me Swoops.”

Kent looked over and raised his eyebrow. “Swoops, huh?” he said with a smirk. “Thank god for that. I was trying to figure out what to call you. I had Bodie going on in my head. And that sounds super douchey. But you could be super douchey, so it could fit.”

Swoops was tempted to throw his empty water bottle at Kent’s head, but he stopped himself. He couldn’t injure the person who could eventually be their franchise player. “I will let that slide, only because our next interview will be starting in a minute. But… you better watch yourself, Parser.”

“You too, Swoops.”

Kent winked at him, and Swoops knew he was done for.

[gettzi]

Dude!!!!! "Lost Lambs"

aka Lost Lambs Bible Camp How's that for a title??

[gettzi]

“BRAH!” “Oh…oops?” “OOPS?! Come on man, everyone kissing Bitty photo! What happened??” “I, I got distracted…” “…” “I liked seeing everyone kissing him” “Jack. Jack…that, might be both the sweetest and kinkiest thing you’ve ever said.” “Sorry?” “Do not be sorry brah” “Are you crying?” “Fuck you, Jack Zimbonni!” “Im going to kill Tater…”

[gettzi]

More Lardo and co. headcanons

inspired by this http://suzys85.tumblr.com/post/146218578140/zimbits-bittlemann-ngoziu-s-tweet-speaks-to

I bet Lardo is the type of person that becomes really bitchy when a Plan isn’t in place (not like Life Plan bc that shit is either unchanging/decided or actually changing daily) but like logistical plans??? That shit better be decided or heads are gonna roll. Its not just something she’s good at; it’s something she needs or else her anxiety spikes (and maybe she takes it out on others when it’s really bad). It’s one of the things she and Jack bond over bc even though Jack is shit at logistical planning, he really friggen appreciates it when it's set in place. When Lardo, Shitty, Jack, and Bitty do their post graduation road trips (probably first after Lards graduates they do the east/south coast tour ending in New Orleans, then when bitty graduates they do the I90 road trip to the west coast), Lardo is the one with the map in hand (Jack “doesn’t trust technology” Zimmermann insists on having an Actual Map, not just gps. Shitty is about to chirp him for it but Lardo defends Jack’s sweet ass and give Shitty the stink eye). Jack and Lardo do most of the driving. Bitty helping out when others need a break. Shitty drives only when necessary. He lost his driving privileges after taking them on one too many “it will be worth it I promise” detours. But his and Bitty’s enthusiastic ideas and scheming insights are always appreciated. The four of them balance each other out, creating the best road trip chemistry.

[gettzi]

“Jack, what the FUCK!?” “What?” “We’re doing the ‘everyone kiss Bitty’ photo NEXT. Come on bro!” “Oh, my bad.” 😏😏😏😏

(Shitty and Jack pay the Haus a visit Lots of photos were taken ❤)️