#chris chowder chow

[doodleddaisies]

Me in my room rn

[zimmerdouche]

sometimes to practice your comic skills you spend too much time imagining a random conversation that could happen in omgcp year 5.

in which nursey needs sleep, dex should relax, whiskey reconsiders his choices and chowder gets his lick in.

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[jam-heathen]

scrolling through my wip doc for fun and seeing some version of "have we thanked Chowder yet today" multiple times in this thing across multiple fic ideas is so funny. One thing about me is I will be respecting all that man does for his team

[virgoscringe]

This one's an absolute classic

this is so late but thank u for being the only person to submit a panel atlas ily <3

i had a lotta fun doing this!! submit more omgcp panels for me to redraw or even comm me if you’d like hehehe 🤭

[labelleizzy]

What do you mean shitty check please au's?

GENIUS

AU suggestion

Lardo puts on a gallery exhibition composed entirely of fingerpaintings

[aristocrating]

[atlasthemayor]

Little funny comic Idea, because they absolutely would (original by @dankmath who's not here anymore)

[billypoindexter]

“Frog Study Time” rarely included any actual studying. Chowder would suggest that the three of them get together to work on homework, and it wouldn’t take long for the books and computers to be abandoned in favor of the stupidest conversation topics known to man (their conversation about Barbie movie lore had gotten so out of hand that they were unofficially banned from all going to the library together). But even though they all realized that these study sessions were literally a waste of time at this poitn, Nursey and Dex never turned down Chowder’s offer.

This particular Wednesday night Dex was doing his best to fight the urge to yap, as he needed to make headway on his comp sci midterm before their roadie this weekend. Nursey hadn’t even grabbed any of his books before pulling Chowder onto Dex’s (“the top bunk won’t hold us both!”), and Dex was doing his best to tune them out while he coded. But even with good intentions, Dex knew there was no way he wouldn’t inevitably be drawn into the chitchat.

“Nineteen is not old, Nursey!”

“Dude, you’re literally a D1 athlete, you can’t tell me that no one was interested before Caitlin.”

“Just because girls were interested doesn’t mean I had to oblige. I wanted to wait for someone I actually liked.”

Dex must have been focusing in way more than he thought, because he had no idea how Chowder and Nursey started talking about their first hookups. It wasn’t unusual for the team as a whole to discuss their sex lives, but with the frogs they usually geared their conversations towards more sophisticated subjects, such as Barbie movies

Nursey turned toward Dex at his desk, and Dex could hear the annoying grin on his face as he said, “Bet you waited for someone special, Pointdexter. You seem the sentimental type.”

Dex just continued to type and squint at his computer screen. “Actually, I’ve never had sex.”

Chowder slammed closed his psych textbook—there’s a chance he had opened it at that moment just so he could slam it closed for dramatic effect—and shouted, “HOW DID WE NOT KNOW THAT????” He let out a moan of despair. “We’re supposed to tell each other everything!”

“Yeah, what happened to the sacred frog bond?” Nursey added.

Dex shrugged, doing his best to not get drawn in. Realistically, he knew that he wasn’t going to get anymore work done, but he continued to stare at his computer in the hopes that he could refocus.

“Dude, we can totally find a chick to hook you up with. Unless I was right about you being a romantic,” ribbed Nursey. “Also, we can see you’re not working on your midterm anymore, so you can give up the act.”

Huffing, Dex swiveled around in his desk chair and crossed his arms. Chowder was leaning forward, elbows on his knees and chin in his hands as he stared at Dex. Nursey, ever chill, was leaning on his side, messing up Dex’s pillows as he propped his head on the back of his hand.

“I never said anything because it never came up,” said Dex flatly. “And I’m not a romantic, I’m just not interested.”

“C’mon,” whined Chowder, “give us the chance to find you someone!”

Dex shook his head as he clarified, “No, I mean I’m not interested in sex.”

A pause. Two blank faces looking at him. As much as Dex wanted to play it cool, he could feel his heart beating a bit faster and a blush creep up his neck; he’d never admit that to anyone before, even though he’d known it himself for a while.

Nursey was the first to break the silence: “Huh.” (This guy really knows how to make use of all those English classes.)

“Wow, really?” asked Chowder, clearly curious, sitting up straighter. “You’ve never seen a girl and wanted to…ya know…” He made some weird hand gestures that Dex very much did not know, but he got the idea.

“Nope.” He took a breath and added more quietly, “It’s not really girls that I look at, anyway.”

Again a pause. Again two blank faces. Again a quickening heartbeat and a spreading blush, as Dex voiced another thought that wasn’t new to him. But this time Chowder was the one who reacted first.

“Oh! Oh, ok!” He clapped his hands together. “We’re learning so much tonight! This has got to be one of our more productive study sessions.”

He grinned brightly at Dex. He gave him a smile back, not as big but just as genuine. He then flicked his eyes to Nursey, who also had a small smile as he slowly nodded his head. “Right on, Pointdexter.”

Nursey and Dex held each other’s gazes for a moment longer, then Dex cleared his throat and announced that that was enough emotion for one night and turned back to his computer. He worked a bit longer, letting Nursey and Chowder get back to their conversation (“You were seventeen and you’re giving me grief for being nineteen? Oh fuck off!”).

Chowder gave Dex a hug before heading back to his room for the night, which wasn’t unusual, even if this one was tighter and longer lasting than most. Nursey let Dex use the bathroom first while he worked on extricating himself from the bottom bunk and smoothing out the bedding. After brushing his teeth, Dex headed back to the room and passed Nursey, who grabbed his arm and stopped him.

“Hey,” he said softly, seriously. Once Dex turned his head to him, he continued. “Do you want to talk more about it?”

Nursey had come out as pan to the team last year. Dex knew him and Bitty had talked about being queer and playing collegiate hockey, and the difficulties that could sometimes came with that. He tensed up for a second, thinking that Nursey was upset that he hadn’t said anything about his sexuality before, but there was nothing but concern in his face.

Dex shook off Nursey’s hand. “No, I’m alright,” he said, making his way to his bunk.

Later, as they both were laying in their beds, Dex spoke again. “Thank you, though. For, um…for offering. I appreciate it.”

“See, I knew that you’re secretly a softy.”

Dex rolled his eyes at that and reached with the palm of his hand out to punch the bedframe above him. Then he turned and nestled into his pillows, breathing deeply of the scent the lingered there and trying not to think about why he liked it so much.

[unforeseen-idiot]

Happy Birthday Chowder!

Yesterday was your birthday and I forgot, I’m so sorry bro. Anyway happy birthday, congrats one being the coolest member of SMH and an excellent goalieZ

[zimbits-my-love]

as promised from this poll,

a chowder drawing :)

[cyn2k]

Chris Chow would be incoherent.

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[doodleddaisies]

I feel chowders spirit in this sap center tonight

[omgzineplease]

Contributor Feature: Atlas The Mayor

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Can you tell us a bit about your piece? I had a hard time coming up with something more Christmas related, but as soon as I thought of new years, the idea of something involving the midnight kiss GRIPPED ME! I feel SO much for these idiots and all of their different bonds between each other.

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[nonuniqueindie]

Okay but imagine Chowder texting Soupy to congratulate her on the the first shutout of the PWHL playoffs and Nursey taking a photo with her to send back and Chowder is like “my favourite nursey” and Sarah screenshots it and sends it to Derek to rub his face in it and Dex laughs at him while he texts Chowder about his betrayal

[virgoscringe]

certified loverboy christopher chow 🥰 largely dedicated to @atlasthemayor bc every time atlas shows up on my dash i think of polyfrogs hehe

my comms are opennnn <3

[montrealmadison]

Ship: Parsechowswoops (don't think this ship even has a name) Kent/Chowder/Jeff Romantic Number: 25 Extra details: I adore love confessions, but if you don't have a specific idea for that, then anything's cool anyways! (My ao3 handle is Atlasthemayor, just like here) Congrats on the 400 followers, and here's to a thounsand more!

this was a really fun pairing and SUCH a challenge but what can i say, i love kent parson and i love you, atlas ❤️ thank you for the kind wishes and for this prompt!!

25. Kent/Chowder/Swoops + love confessions + R.E.M by Ariana Grande for @atlasthemayor

"Excuse me, um, I love you" I know that's not the way to start a conversation, trouble I watch them other girls when they come and bug you But I felt like I knew you, so I just wanted to hug you You like? "I love you" Who starts a conversation like that? Nobody but I do But you are not a picture, I can't cut you up and hide you I'll get you out my mind, mhm, I tried to

As a rule, Kent does not believe in miracles.

It feels good to come back to the desert, to leave the snowy Eastern skies behind for dry and bracing winds. Swoops spends the plane ride home with one big hand curved around Kent’s thigh, a gesture meant to soothe as much as to stop his leg from bouncing. He’s not the only one whose pent-up energy is palpable; the air in the cabin is thick with frustration. They sucked hard on the road this time around, and the time before that, and the time before that. 

Kent does not believe in miracles, so he’s already mentally checked out of the pep talk they’re going to get when they land. His homecoming routine involves no false promises. He wants to eat something bad for him, take a scalding shower, enjoy himself a goddamn nap, and get railed. Not necessarily in that order.

They pile their bags into Swoops’ nice new car and peel through the In-N-Out off West Sahara for shit that definitely doesn’t belong within a mile of their meal plan. Kathleen would own their asses if she found out. Still, licking grease off his fingers takes some of the sting out of the string of losses that keep playing in the back of Kent’s mind.

Some, but not all.

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