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Somehow he’d pull it off

AU suggestion

Nursey only wears floral-patterned suits

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Amiga yo no soy realmente activo en el fandom, (de repeeeente dibujo alguna cuestión rápida o escribo sus 500 palabras, muy de repente porque soy un pelotudo viejo que trabaja y mis horas laborales son humor negro) pero cuenten conmigo si hacen algún tipo de actividad de fandom latinx o algo así.

Aparte, si necesitan algún recurso que les ayude como a encontrar este lado del fandom yo creo que deberían pedirle a @omgcheckpleasespanish​. Será una traducción más ibérica, pero no por eso no será el mejor lugar para empezar actividades 😁✌

side note había un headcanon rondando, creo que tú misma lo compartiste itsy, que pintaba a Tango de argentino y a Whiskey, ¿creo que brasileño? Y honestamente, me da vida ver estas cosas, incluso si leyéndolas me cuesta visualizarlas no deja de darme vida leerlas 💕

Disculpa la molestia pero ¿tú eres Venezolana vdd? Me estoy mudando a Londres y quería pedirle consejo a alguien

Hola! Si, soy Venezolana (y mitad Salvadoreña).

Mándame por el chat cualquier pregunta, sin pena, que con gusto si puedo te ayudo!

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oh but now that you brought check please! into this I’m thinking like

Bitty’s first Christmas up north in Massachussets, where it may actually snow during the holidays, gets him a little emotional in that ‘I’m living in a Christmas postcard’ type of way. (”Bittle, that’s not even snow on the grass, that’s frost!” “Why, it’s still a whiter Christmas than in Madison, Jack!”) Once he actually lives in the Haus his sophomore year and has free reign to doll up the place, he goes all out in making it seem festive. Which on a typical college student budget probably means just changing the curtains and putting one or two wreaths, and hanging up mistletoe in a couple choice doorframes. Then again the Haus goes from smelling constantly of fruit pie to smelling constantly of gingerbread, so that gets the mood across.

But Samwell’s Men Hockey team is nothing but a bunch of manchildren. One afternoon after Ransom’s last grueling exam, a couple of days before Holster’s last almost-forgotten exam, the latter invites the former to day drink the Haus down in a two-man videogame championship (other teammembers free to join, but not required.) Holster is setting the game up and goes get himself a beer, and crosses Ransom right as he walks into the room with a bowl of chips on one hand and some of Bitty’s gingerbread cookies on the other. Wouldn’t you know it, mistletoe hung on the doorframe above them.

It’s obviously Holster who sees the mistletoe, telling Ransom "dude look up” with a wicked grin on his face. It’s not the smirk of a hopefully smooth play, but the grin of a man whose hands are free to push all buttons to get a reaction.

Ransom stands still for a second parsing the significance of the leaves, until he understands. “Bro, no. Don’t even think about it.” He moves quickly trying to salvage the food that he knew he and Holster would want to eat later anyway, but the blond man stops him with a firm grip on his biceps.

“Come on, man, you know the rules! Tradition! Christmas tradition!” Ransom struggles, but if he pushed away any harder towards the TV the force would ultimately cause a green couch full of chips, and no matter how desensitized he was to existing on that couch he would think twice to eat off of it. “Pucker up man, make it easier for both of us!” Holster starts leaning in, his grin devious and impish, so Ransom thinks fast.

In a swift movement, Ransom sets the dishes on the floor, losing only about a third of the chips instead of all of them, and he turns around to wrestle Holster. Because he knew his best man didn’t want a romantic fucking kiss under the leaves, no. He likely would have done something gross like burp right as he got near enough, or twisted his head at the last second to lick his ear, or maybe even something painful like twisting his nipple, anything like that. Ransom would not let any of that happen. It was gross and it was bravado and they both knew it, but above that Ransom liked fighting back as much as Holster liked provoking, so it was an excuse to play rough and try and one up each other.

Ransom set the dishes on the floor and he managed to grab Holster by the shoulders. His own arms were once again held by the other defenseman’s, in a momentary stalemate. But this stillness gives Ransom the chance to get the upper hand by twisting his arm, letting Holster go off balance to try to get him in a lock. He almost succeeded, but Holster let go a second earlier than he expected, so he seemed to try to suplex the canadian man. It ends up as more of a shove, so Ransom responds almost instinctively with a fist to Holster’s shoulder. It only goes downhill from there.

For all of Ransom’s care, in a minute the chips were indeed scattered all over the floor, this time about all of them, and they got an earful from Bitty from stepping on his baked goods instead of eating them. It had very much been worth it, even if Holster almost farted on Ransom’s face to consummate his victory on the wrestling match. By the time they each get their first beers the slope on Ransom’s shoulder had already let off into more of a relaxed, holiday spirit.

And then when Bitty and Ransom meet under the mistletoe a while later, despite the unfavorable size difference, Bitty doesn’t hesitate to pounce on the darker man.

(Also, Shitty totally hung a couple of leaves on his doorframe, inspired by his little sophomore hausmate. He didn’t know the name of the plant he took them from, but he knew what they looked like. Anybody who met him under his mistlefaux had to share a fat joint or munchies with him.)

Fun Christmas idea:

Hang mistletoe but instead of kissing you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it

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I get so emotional, baby, every time I think of you! 🎶

Ain't it shocking what love can do? 🌹🌹

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Quick doodle of DoA’s bisexual power couple

I got finals next week so like end me already lmao sobs

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A summary of Sasha

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Put this in the folder “shit i abandoned eons ago and had not uploaded simply because I’m forgetful af”

I’m on the left, circa 2008, and those two are my best friends at the time. I don’t think I’ll ever be over our friendship. I still love them.

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How about a Chow Chow shocked at his own hotness

i havent seen any of these in this fandom yet so i made my own!!!! ADD YOUR OWN CHOWDER!!! FILL IT UP WITH OUR OWN CHRISTOPHER CHOW!!!!

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I’ve been drawing the season 9 girls once a day, so here’s week one. Helps me be less eager but a bit more hype! Second batch coming next monday hopefully!

Bonus track: my sister’s boyfriend said Sasha would look great with some Cynthia hair

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I drew this as the background for a Stepmania chart I made of a Perfume song

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This is one of the most self indulgent things I have drawn

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ALSO also, Shitty fucking outbursted at Jack over his new GIRLfriend like three chronological updates ago, and he’s the one who jokes first about paying Lardo?? This isn’t canon, this is bad fixfic

So. That Check Please update.

Idk, maybe it’s cos i was pretty much born on the internet, and it’s common to see it around here, but i’m SO OVER that “let’s place bets that these two dudes are dating and when they’re coming out” cliché? So this omgcp update felt like the worst best way to close the batch :/

Also, where are the frogs?? rude, chowder deserves to know that his parents got married

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So. That Check Please update.

Idk, maybe it’s cos i was pretty much born on the internet, and it’s common to see it around here, but i’m SO OVER that “let’s place bets that these two dudes are dating and when they’re coming out” cliché? So this omgcp update felt like the worst best way to close the batch :/

Also, where are the frogs?? rude, chowder deserves to know that his parents got married

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WOW 

So a couple of days ago I hit this huge milestone so I just wanted to take a moment to thank you all so much. 

Making a comic has been such an incredible experience and it’s beyond me as to why so many people joined in on this adventure. I had no idea Rock and Riot would reach this readership when I started it last year, and I’m thankful that I’ve been able to help so many people learn about themselves and others.

I’ve still got a while before this story ends, so I look forward to see where we’ll go!

♥ ♥ ♥

Anyways, long story short, I’ll be giving away a couple of book sets to celebrate! 

All you have to do is reblog this post! I’ll pick winners in 48 hours~  

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I googled so many “funny bi shirts” to find one to give Jack that now all my tumblr adds are zazzle-esque bi-related shirts

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(in response to this shirt and @itsybittle‘s request)

Somehow I don’t think Bitty would be too thrilled to wear his Gay Agenda shirt Lardo gave him around Chirp Factory™ aka his boyfriend Jack.

(Jack’s shirt is supposed to be two pans because I’m uncreative and wanted him to wear a stupid queer shirt too.)