@ dex and everybody else in the haus

nurseysderek:

… literally just … hang your clothes out to dry ….. like …. it’s not that much of a hassle ….. it’s cheaper ….. and it’s probably better for most of your clothing anyways??? like I love y’all and I don’t mean to criticize you but …..

knightduan:

ransom, otherwise known as

justin “ride or die” oluransi

sylvia-morris:

In which Jack thinks they’re dating and Bitty is oblivious: Part 1 (LDR)

fan art of omgcheckplease for zimbitsweek

see the rest of this (as it appears) here.

flamingomaria:

what did i do to deserve this

measurelessgarden:

saltofficial:

[lawyer voice] mothers and fuckers of the jury-

Shitty B Knight.

Hockey Shit for Check, Please! Fic

hockey-trash:

A very basic guide to the world of NHL hockey for hockey-illiterate fanfiction writers.

I’m not a hockey expert by any means but I’ve seen a lot of people in the Check, Please! fandom kind of flounder a bit when it comes to including certain aspects of actual hockey in their fic.

I’m hoping this post helps clear up some of the common mistakes I’ve seen, and will give writers a point of reference for a topic that they may not be familiar with beyond the content of the webcomic.

Keep reading

fandom-mama:

okay but picture for a moment: Cajun Bitty

instead of being from georgia, bitty comes from some little mud-soaked town off the Bayou Teche and he’s pretty decent at Cajun French, because moomaw insisted he keep the culture alive

so he gets excited when he finds out that he’s on a team with Jack, who speaks Quebecois cause they’re both forms of French so maybe they can talk??? it’ll be great and it’ll help with that homesickness

but then they try and have a conversation and it’s just a fucking disaster because Bitty is like “well okay some of the words he pronounces differently but otherwise it’s pretty easy to understand” and Jack is just like “…what the fuck, why are you pronouncing everything wrong??????” and eventually they just get into an argument over it and finally bitty just kinda huffs off and mutters

“ c’est sa couillon...”

and jack just calls back, “i understood that, toton!”

Chowder: You ever wanna talk about your emotions, Dex?
Dex: No.
Nursey: I do.
Chowder: I know, Nursey.
Nursey: I’m sad.
Chowder: I know, Nursey.

incorrectcheckpleasequotes:

Holster: One of you gets the attic as dibs but I don’t know who to pick. So in order to get it, you have to come up with a better idea than chainsaw bullets.

Nursey: What about a gun that shoots mini sandwiches or something?

Tango: What about a gun that you can curve the bullets, so you can shoot around stuff?

Ransom: No, come on we need good ideas.

Whiskey: A gun that shoots another gun.

Holster: Ok getting bette–

Dex: A gun that shoots another gun that shoots chainsaw bullets.

Ransom: Dex gets the dibs.

George: Jack, you look anxious.
Jack: It’s the anxiety.