#check please
Fist bumps in the Check, Please! universe are indicative of deep emotional attachments between participants. Utilizing the Fist Bump Theory as recently canonized by Ollie/Wicks, it is safe to extrapolate that when two characters fist bump, it can also indicate romantic attachment. In the above photo, Ransom and Holster are fist bumping after learning they will be alternate captains.
In this essay I will
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flow: sick
pie: eaten
dick: out
I AM FORCIBLY REMOVED FROM JACK’S BED
AH!!! I THINK IT’S TIME FOR A GIVEAWAY!
Two Grand Prize Winners will receive:
- a signed copy of CHECK, PLEASE!: STICKS AND SCONES
- a Samwell University mini-pennant
- a falcs keychain & falcs enamel pin
And one winner will receive a signed copy of CHECK, PLEASE!: STICKS AND SCONES!
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Check, Please! follows Eric Bittle, a former figure skater who joins his college’s ice hockey team. It’s a queer romance, coming-of-age story, and has fun found family vibes! Read on checkpleasecomic.com or over at @omgcheckplease.
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i will be rereading this from the beginning and then deep diving into every #checkplease#fanfic i can get my hands on for the next few weeks. s'cuse me for being a mess
i’m supposed to be eating dinner with my family but im about 2 sec away from just crying with all the emotions
honestly I’m never going to get over jack laurent zimmermann just whippin back that shower curtain at 7 in the morning to scream at the naked wet boy he doesn’t know he has a crush on
On August 3, 2015 Bitty is in Providence, a halo of tousled hair around his head in the morning light, and Jack gives him a festive-looking envelope.
“What is this, Mr. Zimmermann,” he says, laughing, pulling open the ribbon wrapped around it. “You’re supposed to getpresents on your birthday, not gi–” His voice falters and he holds a $500 Williams Sonoma gift card in shaking fingers.
Jack wraps arms around him. “I am going to watch you spend it,” he says into Bitty’s hair, “on rolling pins and bain-maries and kitchen knives that don’t make you curse their lineage.” He kisses his neck. “You are going to throw out the pot with the green handle. After we douse it with gasoline and set it on fire.”
“Oh my god,” Bitty says, who has literally started weeping. “Thank you. Thank you so much. This is the best present anyone has ever gotten me.”
Jack holds him as Bitty turns around and cries into Jack’s shoulder. “I am the best boyfriend ever?”
“Oh my god, Jack. Oh my god.”
Jack may, he concludes, have gone a little overboard; you can have too much of a good thing when it takes someone half an hour to calm down about it. He should have done more than one trip, with smaller amounts.
But it’s still the best gift he’s ever fucking bought himself.
Now I have this scenario stuck in my head:
In his new kitchen in Providence, Jack has a microwave, one 8 inch frying pan, three forks, three spoons, two knives, two bowls, and a coffee maker. He knows he can buy more things, but he needs to look as inept and pathetic as possible for his plan to succeed. The first time Bitty visits he is awed by the kitchen for about two seconds and then is so appalled that he can’t sleep. Jack takes him for a big froofy latte early the next morning.
“I know I need more stuff, but I’m not even sure where to start.” Jack speaks mournfully into his cup of black coffee, because he is on a mission. “I don’t know. Could you make me a list or something?”
Bitty has his phone out and in fewer than 10 seconds tells Jack to get back in the car. They drive to Providence Place and Jack’s never heard of Sur La Table, but from the way Bitty enters–like a medieval pilgrim entering a cathedral, he knows this is going to work if he doesn’t overplay his hand.
The first time he comes to Hops’ house over Christmas, Louis absolutely short-circuits when he’s offered food.
If you would have suggested the idea of getting involved with the fine arts department his freshman year, Dex… probably would have… probably not laughed. But he definitely would have scowled and asked if it’s Nursey idea of a joke.
Three years later, the absolute irony of William Jacob “I expected it to be weird and it was” Poindexter is not just participating in Samwell’s 2018 Senior Show but being one of the headliners (despite not even majoring in a fine arts field) is not lost on the SMH… especially Dex.
The only one not particularly baffled is Lardo.
Y'all know about Dex using 2-in-1.
Allow me to present Chowder simply using the body wash for everything.
Cursed scenario for y'all. Check Please does become a live-action TV show, but there are only two options:
It gets picked up by one of the major broadcast channels (ABC/NBC/CBS/etc)… for the daytime soap block.
The other option is that it is picked up by the CW.
Have you guys checked out my latest song yet? Excited for more new music in 2019!
Have you guys checked out my latest song yet? Excited for more new music in 2019!
Merry Christmas! For Chris “Chowder” Chow, my fave Wellie, prince of babs, fictional goalie of my heart, a gift of holiday-appropriate SJ Sharks apparel (◡‿◡✿) 3 guesses which Samwell men’s hockey team upperclassman gifted him that (Bitty, it’s Bitty)
for those heretofore unacquainted, a gift from me to you: Check, Please! treat yourself and go read it, merry xmas, you’re welcome
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My friend @sunlightsymphony has made a beautiful podfic of Lonesome Road - it’s a joy to listen to. This angsty Zimbits fic with a happy ending is one of my favorites. I wrote it for the Heartbreak Fest in 2017, so please note the tags/tw. Enjoy the podfic, it’s amazing!
Summary: After rehab, Jack leaves home, unable to face his parents and the legacy he failed to uphold. He gets work as a truck driver and enjoys the relative solitude of it for a few years, until the day he picks up a hitch-hiking runaway from Georgia.
Sunday Six: The Robert Lawrence Book Club
Y'all,@the-wordbutler’s birthday is finally nigh!!! That means a couple more snippets of birthday fic.
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Holster
brooooooooooooooo!
are we forming a book club?
i’ve always wanted to be in a book club!
Ransom
You ahve?
Holster
man, who DOESN’T want to sit around with wine & cheese saying, “Well, I didn’t actually read this” then have a bunch of bullshit opinions about it anyway
We✨do not✨deserve✨Larissa Duan
bruh, that was literally every paper you wrote in college. except replace “wine & cheese” with “tub juice & bagel bites”
Holster
you wound me lardo
Nobody tagged me in the “show your top 3 Additional Tags on ao3” meme, but I’ve seen enough people say “consider yourself tagged to CONSIDER MYSELF TAGGED, so:
Canon divergence: hell yeah
First kiss: yup sounds right
Food: …food? What the— :eyes Eric Richard Bittle, cheerfully stress-baking his way through life: yeah okay. Food.
If you wanna play… consider yourself tagged!
