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aristaeuss · 6 days
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forfuckssakejim · 3 months
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The first Falconers game after Bitty and Jack get married, the falconers pull off a big prank on them. In which every player on the starting line (and everyone else) is introduced as [Last Name]-Bittle. Like in that friends episode where Courtney gets married and asked for the opening credits to be changed to CoxArquette to show it and instead they changed everyones last name to Arquette
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And they all have jerseys made special for that first game and Jack is laughing the whole game and Bittle’s in the line up just cheering on everyone.
At the end the Falconers social media channel posts a picture with everyone in their Bittle jersey and the caption is like “The Falconers and their husband, food network star and author Eric Bittle”
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madlori · 3 months
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sometimes I remember that this was a real actual thing that happened and it gives me a warm fuzzy feeling.
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skinneybonboni · 8 months
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Its the big mans birthday! (Its still 11pm here in California so technically its still august 3rd.)
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loveintvworlds · 2 months
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right now jack zimmermann is watching his husband pack a suitcase to fly home to georgia so he can drive around some fields in his truck blasting beyoncé’s new country music in the south like she intended
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alicechugstea · 4 months
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the best canon that we have been blessed with is the fact that eric bittle (despite his initial fears of checking) when pushed hard enough (aka beyonce or baking) will NOT hesitate to KICK anyone and anything standing in his way and that it takes SEVERAL BIG BOY BITCHES to keep him just contained! Not stopped, only *contained.*
canonically takes at LEAST 3 people to hold him down.
Incident 1 (shitty, holster, ransom) - jack: why is beyonce so important?
Incident 2 (Bully, Louis, hopper) - do NOT let this bad boy bake!
in this household we stan bitty the beast.
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zimmerdouche · 9 months
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dex, drunk, in the kitchen with bitty. circa 2017: i’m like the lost property brother, but i flip gingerbread houses
bitty: you’re so wise
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zimbits-my-love · 4 months
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some omgcp edits I’ve made
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this is my roman empire.
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requiemforthewolves · 5 months
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I really love the way RWRB cast an actor that was a lot taller than Alex's canonical height and played it completely straight, but if we get a Check Please show I want the actor who plays Bitty to be even shorter. Make that man 5'2" and surrounded by giants. I want him to have to stand on a box just to be seen in close up shots. This role is for short kings only
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nicanorabbott · 5 months
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manyahello · 2 months
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manasaysay · 6 months
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I don't see this Official Check Please art posted enough by people.
(it's from the blog post for this episode: https://www.tumblr.com/omgcheckplease/91527844307 )
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omgzineplease · 10 months
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OMG Zine, Please! #1: #AfterCollege
Check, Please! started with a boy named Eric Bittle, a vlog channel, pies that materialized out of nowhere, and a play like no college hockey team has ever seen before—falling to fetal right on the ice at the thought of contact.
And somehow, that all turned into a thriving community of artists, authors, fans ranging from chill to downright feral, hockey butt enthusiasts, and more amazing people than one can count on a baker's dozen of hands.
Check, Please! told the story of Eric Bittle from Day One on the men's hockey team at Samwell University through to a triumphant graduation.
And we here at Zine, Please! were dying to know...what happened after?!?! And a lot of y'all had ideas. So. Many. Ideas.
So, after months of dedicated work from our admin team and our contributors, Zine, Please: #AfterCollege is officially here!
All of us are so thankful for the support and excitement all of you have shown, and we hope that you all love this zine just as much as we do. A special thank you to our contributors, this zine would be nothing without your wonderful art and fics!
Now come see all the chaos that ensues #AFTERCOLLEGE!!!
–Zine, Please! Admin Team
🥧🏒 Read OMGZP #1 here 🏒🥧
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zoombits · 5 months
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hiiiiii are there still check please fans on tumblr sorry it’s been years and years
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montrealmadison · 4 months
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in your palace warm, mighty king
okay i’ve recently found myself on angel tree tiktok. if you’re unfamiliar with the concept, basically, some stores will put out a tree around the holidays with gift tags for anonymous local kids, and people coming in to do their own shopping can take a tag off the tree and buy kids gifts off their wishlists for the store to pass off to them. (the linked video shows it in action!)
anyway this got me thinking about jack zimmermann at the beginning of his career. he has been fabulously wealthy and privileged for his whole life, but he’s only recently started earning a massive salary of his own and has no real idea of what to spend it on. he’s comfortable. he has a car and a nice apartment and an engagement ring hidden somewhere in said apartment. he knows he should probably donate to a worthwhile cause, but he hasn’t figured out what.
one day, though, bitty’s visiting for the weekend and comes to the store with him, and right there in the entryway, he just… stops. jack doesn’t notice and consequently almost runs him over with the cart.
“you alright? careful, eh?”
bitty does not respond, because he’s looking at the tree.
“bud?”
jack follows his gaze. it really doesn’t look like much. it’s fake, unlit, and has seen better days if the way it’s a little flattened on one side is anything to go by. there is an equally squashed-looking stuffed snowman sat on the floor next to it. it’s the kind of thing your eyes slide over easily, hurrying from one place to another. blink and you’ll miss it.
bitty isn’t blinking.
“lord, i haven’t seen one of these in years,” he says. his voice is soft. he still isn’t looking at jack. “do you know what it is?”
jack doesn’t, so bitty explains. and when they inch closer, jack sees that all the ornaments he thought were plain paper before are actually printed with ages, shoe sizes, requests for warm coats and toys and cute jeans and deodorant. here and there is a specific wish—a bluetooth speaker. a particular board game. one kid, age eight, is fervently hoping for a bike.
and—okay. here’s the thing. they’ve been together for more than a year, and bitty is pretty willing to go along with jack’s desire to spoil him. but although he’s so open and accepting when jack wants to kiss him, or cook dinner for a change, or lay him out on their bed and make him feel good—he will always, always get uncomfortable where significant amounts of money are involved. it was the subject of the one and only fight that sent them to bed still heated. the fundamental difference between their upbringings is the hardest for them to grasp: jack has never known a life without plenty. and bitty—
“i think my parents put me on one,” bitty says. “the year we moved back to madison, after—”
the closet looms between them, black and yawning.
“well. you know. coach had to leave a good job in lawrenceville. took us a while to get back on our feet, i think. and that year, they couldn’t—i mean, i heard them talking at night about how we might not be able to make christmas work, when they thought i couldn’t hear them. but i still wrote my letter to santa, and there were a couple presents when i woke up christmas morning, so.” he scuffs one shoe on the industrial carpet. “maybe an angel sent ‘em.”
the words make something sizzle down jack’s spine and settle low in his gut. he steps forward, reaches out, turns over the nearest tag.
boy, age 11. shoe size: 8. wishlist: sneakers, earbuds, basketball, patriots merch, chapter books. loves fantasy and mythology.
once upon a time, jack spent three months in a rehab center designed specifically for the privacy needs of celebrity clients. his parents footed the bill, had the windows on all their cars tinted for him to hide behind when he got out. at the same time, thousands of miles away, bitty sat at the top of the stairs in his parents’ house and listened to them wonder if they could afford to keep the magic of christmas alive another year.
people are stepping around them to get out of the cold, now, their eyes skipping right over the tree and the boys in front of it. once upon a time, strangers on the street picked apart jack’s overdose like a piece of tabloid gossip. strangers on the street made sure a thirteen-year-old kid had something to unwrap with his family on christmas morning.
“bits?”
bitty sniffles, swipes at one eye with the sleeve of his sweater. “yeah?”
jack lifts the tag gently off its branch, catches bitty’s gaze. bitty’s intake of breath is so sharp it’s audible over the music playing overhead. do you see what i see?
“what do you think? wanna go get us another cart?”
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