hockeycrusts:

On April Fools Day the whole team dresses up as Dex.

Nursey waits until Dex is dressed and leaves the attic before texting everyone a description of what he’s wearing and imitating the outfit himself. As was the plan, Dex doesn’t notice at team breakfast that they’re all wearing red flannels over forest green t-shirts, despite the snickering coming from Chowder’s end of the table (Chowder, who is still wearing his Sharks hoodie under his Dex costume).

Over the course of the day, they add more and more “freckles” to their arms. Eventually the freckles start appearing on their faces. Nursey shows up to their biology gen ed COVERED in little Sharpie marks. Dex still doesn’t seem to notice.

They’re supposed to have a team dinner that night. There’s record attendance, and although he points this out, Dex still says nothing about his twenty-odd doppelgangers. Ransom, Holster, Lardo, Shitty, and Jack also show up wearing flannels and green t-shirts and covered in artificial freckles.

They’re all stuffed into the living room after dinner, and Dex goes to the bathroom. When he comes back, they’re all wearing truly ridiculous red wigs and staring at the doorway, waiting.

He’s looking at something on his phone when he walks in, and everybody just stares at him in silence as he makes his way over to his seat between Nursey and Tango.

He looks up. “Why is it so quiet in here all of a sudden?” he asks casually.

“Dex. Um. Babe.” Nursey gestures vaguely around the room.

Dex looks around at his teammates and his brows knit together. Nursey’s about to start laughing because /Oh, he finally got it!/ when Dex says, “What are you trying to tell me? I thought you were supposed to be good with words.”

Nursey sputters. “You don’t see…what we’re all wearing?”

Dex stares at him for a long time, a look of mild confusion on his face, until finally, he leans in close so that his lips are right by Nursey’s ear and says, completely deadpan, “April Fools.”

The Haus descends into chaos. Chowder starts babbling to himself. Ransom and Holster are jumping up and down, howling, “HOLY SHIT. BRO GOT US GOOD.” Jack and Bitty are looking at each other with eyebrows raised in surprise and amusement. Shitty has his face in his hands. Whiskey is laughing harder than anyone has ever seen him laugh. Tango looks confused. Lardo is the only one who claps. Nursey just blinks at Dex and the smirk on his lips.

Dex holds up his phone, open to the SMH group text. “You sent it to me, too, dumbass.”

Tango headcanon:

violacakes:

wheeloffortune-design:

imashippingtrash:

Sometimes everyone is chilling in the Haus living room, watching the TV or something and Tango drops an existential question like it’s nothing but everybody is having a sudden existential crisis

“…Johnson said we’re in a story… but if it’s true, who’s the main character?”

Whiskey thinks Tango is the main character, because Tango is the only person he ever wants to talk to on this team.

Ransom and Holster are both secretly terrified that it’s one of them, which means the OTHER one is the best friend/comic relief character. But which way around?

Shitty thinks it’s Jack, because come on. He’s Jack Fucking Zimmermann. (Or Lardo, possibly it’s Lardo, because Lardo is perfect)

Nursey keeps saying it’s Dex, but mostly to rile him up. Really he thinks it’s Chowder.

Chowder is totally writing fanfic about this already and he’s firmly in Lardo’s camp, because Lardo is the most interesting person he knows. He ships Lardo with both Shitty and Camilla and he’s not 100% sure how that’s going to work but it’s going to be EPIC.

Dex secretly thinks it’s Nursey but says out loud that it’s Tango, because that should throw people off the scent, what scent, nothing to see here.

Bitty refuses to comment on the topic, as he finds it confronting and alarming. He has baked thirteen pies since the question was raised. “If you want to do anything useful, Tango, get me some more butter, honey!”

March thinks it’s June. You know, June, on the volleyball team? You’ve all met her. She was dating Holster last year. She’s Camilla Collins’ best friend. She’s going to be Farmer’s bridesmaid. JUNE. Obviously the story isn’t going to be about the fucking male hockey team, they are background colour for the real story. June has a prosthetic leg and she’s the best scorer in the women’s volleyball league, and she’s totally going to become a brain surgeon. June’s got it going on.

Farmer agrees with March.

Lardo & Jack eye each other across the room. “It’s Bitty, bro,” says Lardo.

Jack explodes. “It’s totally Bitty, thank you. How is this not obvious to everyone?”

“I dunno dude, you have angsty handsome love interest written all over you, so obvs Bitty has to be the protagonist.”

Tango’s next question: “Why is Mr Jack all red in the face, Lardo?”

“The truth hurts, kid.”

Somewhere on the Appalachian Trail, Johnson raises his head and sniffs the air. “I love the smell of meta in the morning. Tango, you are my worthy successor. I salute you, bro.”

kayytx:

kayytx:

kayytx:

concept: jack and bitty get engaged, and shitty and tater fight for the privilege to be jack’s best man the way phoebe and rachel battled it out over who would be monica’s maid of honor

they’re tied after five rounds of questions, so ransom and holster decide on a sudden death round to see who’s willing to sacrifice the most for jack.

tater promises to give up his basically-a-part-time position as host of falcstv for three months, and stop roping jack into unplanned appearances for one whole season.

shitty immediately goes into the bathroom and shaves off his ‘stache.

shitty wins.

holster: okay shitty, you’re jack’s best man. you win
tater: no!! i’m take bullet for zimmboni. i’m DIE FOR ZIMMBONI. i should win. i’m be best man.
ransom: dude. look at shitty. look at that hairless face. there’s already been a death in this room today. shitty wins.

unofficialbuffalobeauts:

nature-lestos:

unofficialbuffalobeauts:

I think the reason NHL players not wearing face-cages or even like full-face visors bothers me  is because like–

If every player in the CWHL or NWHL turns into a werewolf during the game we’ll be fine because they can’t take off the face cages with paws and thus can’t bite us

but like if ur at an NHL game during a full moon ur fucked

I don’t know what I was expecting when I started reading this but it wasn’t what I read

Hockey Lycanthropy is a serious issue