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I just wanna take a vote, how many fanfic authors would actually enjoy someone live blogging their fics?

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okay, but imagine it’s the beginning of Bitty’s senior year, and the new tiny tadpoles can’t help but be a little intimidated by him, despite how nice he is because he’s the captain, and clearly the Haus is his domain, and half the starting line up calls him Mom unironically, and then there’s the Other Thing.

finally one of them plucks up the courage to ask him and is like “um, Bitty? is it true you’re dating Jack Zimmermann?”

and Bitty just lowers his marc by marc jacobs sunglasses with one finger and says firmly, “Absolutely not.” the poor kid is stammering out an apology when Bitty talks over him, saying, “Jack Zimmermann is dating me.”

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yuuri and victor in their high end luxury apartment in st. petersburg watching jack/bitty kiss right smack dab on the center ice

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kent parson confronting carl after those remarks in the update:

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Poots: Hey, Jack? i need some dating advice. Jack: Just because i’m dating Eric Bittle, doesn’t mean i know how i did it.

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a safer way to overshare: project onto a fictional character so hard that sharing your headcanons is basically exposing your deepest secrets, but it’s fine, because no one has to Know

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I am living for this discussion. I have noticed how timid (I think that is a good word, or maybe tame?) OMGCP is compared to the other fandoms I have frequented for fic (SPN, HP, Merlin, Teen Wolf, Hannibal, The Hobbit), and I agree that it is likely because of the nature of the source work. OMGCP is mundane, and not in a bad way, but in a way says that this is real life and people are dealing with realistic problems and doing well, normal things. A slice of life. The most fantastical thing that has happened in the source work is that Bitty made a whole pie in 5 minutes in the Haus kitchen when it was stocked with only Siracha and beer (Kitchenwitch!Bitty anyone?). I don’t have much to add here except to say that I have noticed this as someone who loves weird AUs. 

Oh maybe it has to do with the size as well? OMGCP fandom is not that large compared to other fandoms, and with less people, fic writers might feel more judged for putting the unconventional kink of weird AUs out there, especially within the context of the source material. Like, the SPN fandom is (was?) l a r g e and birthed some of the weird AUs that show up in many different fandoms, and there was enough people to congregate and for there to be an actual market for that kind of stuff and for fic writers to feel supported by readers instead of judged. 

So hey, maybe I’m only asking this because 12:30 is like the latest I’ve been up in probably weeks, but

is there, like, any tentacle porn in OMGCP fandom yet? Like at all?

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a piece of information, if you choose to use it, is that jacks ass would not be soft… plush… pillowy. no. he is a hard muscle man with the body-fat percentage of a toaster.

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Ransom was tired. The kind of tired that stumbled his words and a dulled his senses, as if a blanket he couldn’t shake off was being held over his mouth and ears and eyes. He glided across the ice, letting his momentum run out, heart racing but he didn’t feel energized- just the world pressing in on him.

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Ransom was walking home, tallying in his head the assignments he had to complete, the tests he had to study for. He took a sharp breath in, panic like electricity in his mind, his heart instantly racing. He could feel it throbbing against his ribs cage as he fumbled for his phone, pulling up one of his textbooks and starting to read over chapters. He couldn’t waste this time. He couldn’t.

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Ransom is lying in bed; he could hear Holster’s soft snores. He got his work done, mostly. He still has a quiz to study for in the morning and this thought won’t. let. him. go. He has hockey practice and has to get sleep so he can function- but he can’t get a bad grade on this quiz. Panic spikes his heart, over his lack of sleep, over the next day, and he clutches his blanket tighter, breath coming harshly in and out of his nose. He holds his breath for a moment and scrunches his eyes. He tells himself to let it go, but it never really does. He eventually falls into an uneasy sleep and berates himself the next morning for not using that time that he was worrying about the next day to study.

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Have you ever met someone on the internet that you liked so much that you sometimes sit there and think “Oh man there are people who are lucky enough to see this person IN THE FLESH ON A REGULAR BASIS and I wonder if they realize how LUCKY they are”

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Ransom and Holster took a class together where they had to make a health PSA and this is the result. (Holster is the scrotum) 

Bonus: they make a bloopers reel consisting of Holster struggling to get in and out of the Scrotum Suit. Also it’s hard to skate in so he falls on his ass and then he’s just this upright scrotum gliding gently across Faber. Ransom is laughing so hard he almost falls down too. 

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if we could all just take a moment to appreciate how swole bitty is rip jack zimmermann

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Lardo grew up being afraid of being too feminine because people would commend her when she was a kid for “not being into how you look or makeup or being that kind of girl” (eyyy internalized misogyny). So she went through her teenage years secretly wanting to try out cute things with her hair or learn how to apply eyeliner, but not feeling like she should because not being feminine/not caring how she presents herself is part of her identity now. In college she dyed her hair for the first time and learned how to apply winged liner and loves her cute black dresses and she is living and no longer ashamed of her femininity. 

Larissa Duan HC Party

Let’s do someting fun to add to more Lardo content to the fandom. reblog this post with your own hc’s about her. they can build off other people’s ideas, or be completely new! Whatever you want. 

ground rules: 

you totally can have hc’s about her dynamic with SMH, but I encourage you to think out side the box (even think outside of her major). 

be respectful of other people’s hc’s! you don’t have to agree with them, but don’t spread hate

Lardo’s family is from Boston, but for a while they lived in St. Louis. Which is where she went to high school. 

Her favorite NHL team is the Blues.

Her best friend from high school is Dalja. She’s a five foot six Bosnian Muslim with a penchant for skate boarding. 

Lardo’s Autistic and likes to auditory stim (mostly by singing under her breath). 

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do you ever think about how much jack loves bitty’s thighs? like the first time he saw bitty in his shorty shorts he was Shook not only because of dat ass but those thick beautiful thighs right there and when they get together jack spends an inordinate amount of time just appreciating bitty’s thighs, the way they look after he gets his mouth on them, marking them up all pretty like, and how they feel in his hands when he picks bitty up unexpectedly and bitty huffs a surprised laugh against jack’s mouth and the sheer wonder of being in between those thighs, the strength of them on either side of jack’s hips or his ears as he makes bitty feel good, just. god jack just loves bitty’s thighs.

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For real though, Kent Parson gets a sponsorship deal with a major cosmetics company as the spokesman for its “for-men” line.  (Yes, it causes a lot of hubbub and chirping)

The major TV commercial has Kent saying, “Nobody needs to know where I was last night,” with a flash of images to give an impression: hockey, suits, drinks, girls, “What I was drinking,” leaning over a bathroom sink bleary-eyed, splashing water in his face, “Who I was with,” and there’s a hickey and a bitemark on his neck and shoulder, “Or what happened,” as he puts concealer over a bruise on his arm.  And then you see, really fast, the rest of the makeup go on, so Tired Washed-Out Beat-Up Kent gets stop-motion made-up and into his hockey gear with smooth, unmarked skin, looking fresh and devil-may care.  “All they need to know is that I’m ready to do it all again tonight.”

The campaign tagline is GET YOUR GAME FACE ON.  What nobody tells the public is that they had a totally different idea when they first sat down to pitch the campaign to him, but then someone bright just asked Kent, “Why do you use makeup?” and then cribbed their entire copy from what he said next.

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Kent sobers up soon enough into his rookie year with the Aces to go on a dozen-game point streak and his eyes actually focus on the person who’s talking to him now, so his teammates feel he’s turned a corner from his “troubling” entry into the League and earned a little present.

When the pop star whose music he always listens to before a game walks into team breakfast one morning, everyone’s grins get a little awkward because Kent loses his cool.  One minute he’s smirking and snarking and shit-talking with the rest of them, and then she walks up to him and he’s totally beet red, blinking and stammering and looks like he’s almost about to cry, and nobody needs to be reminded right now that their brightest star is an eighteen-year-old boy.

But she just looks at him, this woman who’s been a child star and a superstar and knows what it’s like at the top, who’s still fighting lawsuits to get control of her assets and her children back, and slips her hand around Kent’s elbow.  “Won’t you gentlemen excuse us,” she says, and Kent slides his sunglasses on as she walks him out of team breakfast.

She’s the only person that entire year who looked at him and knew she was seeing someone not okay, who’d rather die than admit it.  When they parted she gave him a very tight hug and a list of phone numbers, hers and people she’s trusted and relied on.

The Aces don’t see him again until pre-game warmup, and most of them don’t know what they’re seeing; Kent’s eyes aren’t red-rimmed from crying because someone has expertly applied beige eyeliner to them.

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Tater: So, Bitty baker is Captain and you are just Alternate Captain. B outrank you.

Jack: *competency kink kicks in* Oh, wow, yeah he does. I...need to go call him and congratulate him again...