Using ‘survival of the fittest’ to justify being selfish is so off the mark. The only reason we humans have survived as long as we have is because we work together better than any other species on the planet.
theres no difference between exercise and black magic both of them hurt your body at first and drain you of energy but the more you dabble in it the more powerful you become
this is the most inspiring thing i have ever read
sudden urge to shut sith lords and crossfit fans in a room together
my personal fav anxiety is “i’m in the wrong place” anxiety that isn’t alleviated until u see someone that u know should also be in the same place as u
literally so here for nursey losing his chill this year. im so here for him to become the dramatic nerd child he his on the inside. i want him to get jealous of dex being better friends with whiskey right off the bat and i want him to write twenty poems about it and grumpily stare at dex at breakfast and i want dex to be like “whats ur deal nurse maybe you should just. like–” “don’t finish that sentence dex.”
It happens in slow motion, and every single fucking detail
is burned into Nursey’s mind. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to forget the
sound Dex made as he crashed into the boards, or the lurching in his stomach
when the ref blew the whistle and Dex wasn’t
getting up, why isn’t he getting up, Jesus Christ Dex please get up.
I was thinking about the sexual orientations of all the check please characters and like what if tango is questioning?
He could spend the WHOLE year researching different sexualities and terms, trying out different identities. Everyone in the Haus kind of gets in on it too – Ransom gets out the Excel spreadsheet to make sure they’re not missing any possibilities, Holster prepares a few power point presentations and the team learns a bunch of stuff along the way.
They devote like, a fortnight to the Kinsey scale, which is very enlightening.
And sometime around Christmas, Dex is all – oh, demisexual, that’s a thing? and has a considering face every time Nursey is around.
When Shitty finally gets a long enough break to come visit, Ransom and Holster introduce him to Tango with a look of trepidation and glee. “Shits, you have to meet Tango, he has so many questions.”
Bitty nervously gathers his friends one afternoon in the late winter to tell them that he and Jack are dating. Jack is planning on coming out at the end of the season, so Bitty wants to give them all some warning. They’re all happy for them of course, but a few are a little hurt Jack and Bitty had kept it from them for so long.
“I’m sorry, y’all. I hated lying to you, but it just wasn’t the time yet. I feel so bad about not telling you– something as big and as important as that!” Bitty wrings his hands and apologizes again. The rest of the team is nodding their forgiveness, but Dex looks more and more uncomfortable with each word.
“Anything you’d like to share with the class?” Lardo asks casually. Dex looks like he’s about to faint. She loves the kid, but heaven help her if he has a problem with Bitty and Jack…..
“Bitty’s right. It’s not something we should hide. And I’m sick of lying about it.”
“Wait, when did this happen?” Chowder asks, caught between astonishment and excitement (his natural state of being, but just stronger in this particular moment).
Dex flushes. “Like…..last year? After we lost the playoffs?”
“Right after,” Nursey confirms.
“Ah,” Holster says sagely. “Roadie magic. That’s when me and Rans first started hooking up.”
“WHAT?” squawks Bitty. Rans claps a hand on Holster’s shoulder. “Shit, bro, I think we forgot to tell them.”
“What else haven’t y’all been telling me?” Bitty demands, and after that, confessions start rolling in.
“I’ve had at least two drunken sexcapades with Shitty.”
“Lards, bro! Same!”
“Didn’t Johnson get it on with the other goalie that one time? Goalies are weird, man.”
“Hey, Ollie and Wicks are totally doing it, right?”
Then, amidst the increasingly loud and colorful tales of sexual exploits, Tango shouts, “I’ve thought about kissing Whiskey!”
The rest of the Haus falls silent, Ransom and Holster smothering giggles. Whiskey calmly looks Tango up and down. “Huh. Cool. Let’s do that sometime.”
–
That night when Jack asks Bitty how it went telling the team, Bitty sighs helplessly. “Honey, I don’t know where to begin.”
just moving along like everyone else 