Guys guys guys I just saw Jack Zimmermann walking down River Quad with that sophomore whose name I can never remember, but that’s not the important part, the important part is HE WAS WEARING RED FLANNEL AND I’M GOING TO DIE.
He looked SO GOOD.
Petition to have the whole team dress up in flannel for like a fall festival or something. #flannelkegster??
--Emily
Co-signed!!
Jesus, could you imagine Birkholtz in flannel? He would seriously look like Paul Bunyan. Six foot 19 of HOT.
Cara B. ‘17
Birkholtz and Oluransi both. Birkholtz and Oluransi in matching flannel. Birkholtz and Oluransi wearing EACH OTHER’S flannel.
What color, though? I think Birkholtz could pull off red, but I’m thinking something cooler for Oluransi. Like green. Oh God, together they’d look like Christmas.
(Well, together they pretty much ARE Christmas. Heheheheh)
~Matt Carson
Hey all,
I’m pretty sure I’ve seen Poindexter in flannel before. He’s in my Java class and there was definitely a day of plaid, at least. I think he had a beanie on too. It was hipster as fuck. I think hanging out with Nurse has affected him. (Jeannie, if you’re here, PLEASE DON’T START ON POINDEXTER AND NURSE.)
xoxo
Susan
YOU RANG?
Hee hee hee. Nurse in ironic flannel. Poindexter in unironic flannel. Meanwhile, Poindexter in an ironic beanie, Nurse in an unironic beanie. Fuck, I love those two. I LOVE THOSE TWO. The other day they were shouting at each other LITERALLY from across the quad. The entire place could hear their argument. (I think it was about the Harry Potter movies?) And then they just sort of came together in the middle of the quad and walked off together grinning. I don’t get them but i LOVE THEM.
From Jeannie!!!
Hey Emily,
Was the sophomore Eric Bittle? Because I keep seeing him and Zimmermann outside the humanities building. I think they have a class together there or something. Bittle’s adorable. He’s got the best features! He’s almost too pretty for flannel. But if it were like TASTEFUL flannel, then I could see it. (Is tasteful flannel even possible?)
Speaking of flannel, I’m pretty sure Shitty wears it like every other day. When he’s not wearing weird T-shirts. Not that I keep up to date on Shitty’s wardrobe but it’s pretty swawesome.
-Rami
YES, Rami, that’s him! God, I can never remember his name. Bittle. Bittle. What’s so hard to remember about that? He played on Zimmermann’s left wing last year for a bit, didn’t he? They haven’t been in the same line so far this season tho. Wonder what’s up with that.
--Emily
P.S. ERIC BITTLE IN FLANNEL YASSSSSS.
--Emily
You’re all missing the point, every last one of you. What is the point of flannel if you can’t wear it ON THE ICE. I want red and white flannel for new Samwell jerseys. Plaid kneepads for that new cute freshman goalie. (Am I the only one who’s noticed that goalie?)
Caitlyn F.
FLANNEL UNIFORMS 2K15. MAKE IT HAPPEN.
Cole
I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS THREAD.
And am I the only one who thinks Zimmermann and Bittle would be kind of cute together? You know what I mean?
Jen
Oh come on please don’t ruin this thread with your “shipping” crap.
@notmissmarple that does sound more plausible than jack The Most™ zimmermann driving for like four hours, I love how I just went 'well THAT seems extra' but accepted it anyway haha
Bucky keeps his gun trained on the guy, now he’s managed to throw him far enough away to use the damn thing. He shakes his head impatiently, flicking sweaty hair away from his eyes, blowing impatiently at the strands that won’t shift.
“There’s your problem, right there,” he’s told, the man’s palms held high and facing him like surrender, like some kind of weird blessing. His voice is all soft Southern vowels pulled somehow tight and angry and out of place, like he’d sound better singing. It reminds him of the archer, and Bucky has to flex his fingers around the weapon in an effort not to lower it.
“I’ve got no problems, buddy,” he says, first time he’s spoken, and he’s met with a snort.
“I don’t even know you and I know that’s a lie.” He steps closer and Bucky makes no movement - he’s watched enough of this century’s television to know that taking the safety off is always used like a threat, here, but Bucky’s not stupid enough to pull his gun on anything he’s not willing to shoot at. The man stops, in any case, like the stillness tells him more than it doesn’t.
“Look, I don’t want to fight you,” he says. “You’ve got the look of a man only killing’d keep down, and I don’t do shit like that any more.”
Stand down, Steve says in his ear. They’re friendlies.
Really, really, overly friendly, Sam adds.
Redwing? an unfamiliar voice says, high with excitement, Can I take him apart? Can I pet him?
When Bucky lowers his weapon the guy releases tension that looked enough a part of him that his smile is a gut-punch surprise.
“Eliot,” he says, holding out a hand.
“What’s my problem?” Bucky asks him, squinting, suspicious, as he holsters his gun.
Eliot shrugs and drops his hand, mutters, “it’s like another goddamn Parker, I swear. Here.” He fumbles something from around his wrist - a loop of elastic that’s wrapped in black cotton. Bucky takes it, regards it, absently pushes his hair behind his ear.
“That and conditioner, man,” Eliot tells him. “I swear it’ll change your life.”