*chants* tango/whiskey tango/whiskey tango/whiskey tango/whiskey tango/whiskey tango/whi

dumouwin:

The whole goal of this night was fun. They just scored some fake IDs, practice for tomorrow was
cancelled, and one of the clubs on campus is having $10 bottomless cup night.
Whiskey’s plan was to get drunk, maybe dance a little, stop by that greasy
pizza place on the walk back to the dorm, then crash until noon. Fun.

He did not expect this night to be a hazard to his goddamn
health. And yet here he is, watching Tango dance like he’s trying to end
Whiskey’s life.

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violacakes:

kittypurrson:

Shoutout to Mrs. Tango’s Mom for raising that kid to be polite enough to sit still w his hands clasped for pie and also respect his elders enough to add a “Mr.” to a nickname like “Shitty.“ I bet he also brakes for birds and apologizes when he checks someone

Suzanne Bittle is going to adore Tango.

wetwellie:

shitty-check-please-aus:

checkthanks:

shitty-check-please-aus:

wetwellie:

AU where Tango is a 13 year old who wished to just “skip over the gross bits of puberty and wake me up when I’m in college please” and actually got that to come true. Like 13 going on 30, but less dramatic. 

This means he wakes up and it is August 1st 2015. He’s going away to school in a week or so. To play hockey. To Tango, it was the day after picture day in 7th grade. (September 2010???) Imagine all the things that have changed since then. 

So he’s not dumb when he asks all the questions, he’s just trying to catch up really really really fast. 

OH MY GOD I LOVE IT

But does he want to switch back to his seventh grade life?? Will he feel left out when everyone else is talking about their weird high school teachers? What about calc/stats/finite/whatever math class that’s way beyond prealgebra? Does he miss his middle school friends? How excited is he to have a smartphone instead of a flip phone?

^^ easy there, tango 2.0

there’s a reason he was my icon before I made this one

All in all Tango is pretty chill with it. As chill as he can be. He learned from various sources that he hasn’t spoken to 90% of his friends since he started high school. And those that didn’t are going to other colleges. 

Tango has always been smart with math, he’d been pretty ahead of the game and got all the way to stats in 7th grade. The rest was easy to catch up with enough tutors. (Seriously, he’s a student athlete, there will be a fuckton of resources to help him succeed in whatever class he needs)

When people brought up weird high school teachers, he’d just bring up weird middle school teachers and say they were his high school teacher. 

As for smartphones, he’d seen enough of them. It was 2010, the iphone was already on it’s 3GS. He hadn’t had a phone of his own, but he knew that they were on the up and up. 

Things that DID surprise Tango was during their third game, one of the opposing hockey members came up to him and got all buddy buddy with him. It turns out they were good friends all throughout High School, but were scouted to different teams. 
“Samwell must have you working pretty hard if you didn’t have time to shoot me a text”
“Yeah. Well…you know how it is”
It is weird to drift away from people that you never knew. 

It was harder to adjust to seeing his then 7 year old little brother be the same age that Tango was supposed to be. It seemed like just a couple of months ago Tango was the one worrying about zits and romance and locker combinations. He always thought that by this point in life, he’d be able to help his brother out. Nope. Now they’re both just kinda lost and doing their own thing.

But a great thing was that it was really easy to bond with Whiskey. He was able to put up with all the questions, and the plethora of movies he had to catch up with, and pop culture references.
(”Whiskey if I send an Old Spice meme in the group chat, will they get it?”
“More than the sad keanu you sent last week”)

And he doesn’t seem to make a big deal of it when he makes mistakes. Once Whiskey asked him how old he’ll be on his next birthday and he said “14″ without missing a beat. Instead of any chirps, he just said “You mean 19 right?”

“Yeah”

If he had to tell anyone about what happened, he’d tell Whiskey. But he doesn’t.

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.”

go-topshelf-on-chowder:

poetry-protest-pornography:

des-zimbits:

halfnakedshitty:

go-topshelf-on-chowder:

halesbunnyteeth:

legojacques:

des-zimbits:

des-zimbits:

des-zimbits:

gemsofthegalaxy
reblogged your post “Clues that Ransom and Holster have collected on Bitty’s secret boyfriend”

#OKMGFK #okay but i have a few aus in mind where Bitty actually dates Johnson for a short time first year?? #omgcp #im fucking DEAD tho

“You… you really want to?”

“Oh yeah.  I don’t think you and me are some forever thing, but you’re gonna appreciate having some experience under your belt later in your story arc.”

Things Jack Zimmermann has had to tolerate under his very own roof:

  • Bad enough: Coming back to the Haus with Shitty and Johnson and it’s filled with the aroma of baked goods, and that new freshman, who doesn’t even live there, is taking cookies out of the oven and turns around to say, “Hey there!  I’ve got cherry pie that’s just cool enough to eat, you all want some?”
  • Worse: Johnson winking and saying, “You know, what I really like are those buns you’ve got there,” and Eric Bittle B L U S H I N G
  • Newly-discovered circle of hell: Bitty and Johnson grinding while they dance in the living room
  • Just kill him.  Just kill him now: Hearing sex noises from across the hall, a distinctive tenor voice groaning, “Oh, god,” and then Bitty laughing, giggles turning into a loud and helpless peal of laughter that’s only cut off by a yelp that turns into a moan.  (Jack gives up and flees for the dubious safety of Shitty’s room, where Shits supplies him with earplugs and lifts the blanket for Jack to crawl under.)

#I…… #I LIKE THIS…….. #MORE PLEASE
#specifically more johnson and bitty banging and jack hearing it all night long
and it’s driving him nuts

#and the morning after with bitty in johnson’s big floppy t shirts making them
all breakfast

#jack nearly bends his spoon with his thumb when johnson comes downstairs
shirtless and leans in to kiss bitty

#like johnson is REALLY GETTING IN THERE and handsy with bitty’s ass

#bitty sitting on johnson’s shoulders at spring c

#jack internally screaming like THOSE THIGHS SHOULD BE ON ME I’D LOVE TO DIE
WITH BITTY’S LEGS AROUND MY HEAD

#and then he’s like wait what did i just think

#bitty with gigantic hickeys and bites on his shoulders and inner thighs and
when they change jack gets tunnel vision

#okay im trash i basically just want jack in the hallway to hear johnson’s
muffled voice saying

#‘eric lift your hips up…come on baby you look so good right now’

#and bitty whining and jack is getting IMAGERY AND A BONER
#oh boy the
tags got out of hand
 (by @nomorelonelydays)

Okay, but like Johnson actually falls for Bitty though, even though he knows it’s not how the story is supposed to end. How could he not? Bitty is kind, warm, and laughs at Johnson’s jokes even though he doesn’t always get the context for them.

For once, Johnson wishes he doesn’t know the outcome of this. He wishes he could be selfish for once, and be the hero of this story. It’s hard, but he knows his time is running out. Once he graduates, he’ll be gone, and not even gone somewhere, but he’ll just stop existing until he’s needed again for the narrative.

It’s a terrifying thought.

So, he holds Bitty at night, knowing that in less than a year, this will be Bitty’s room. He even knows the exact spot Bitty’s Beyonce poster will hang.

He also knows Jack is just across the hall with his face shoved into his pillow and his teeth clenched tight because Jack is already in love with Bitty. Jack just doesn’t know it yet.

So, when the time comes, Johnson lets go.

Because he has to.

Because it’s not meant to be.

Because Bitty will be happy with Jack, and the frowns and lines on Jack’s face will soften when Bitty is around.

They are the great love story that everyone has come to see.

And Johnson? Well, Johnson will be around too, and maybe, one day, he’ll have a story of his own.

Okay but now we also need to talk about how Bitty feels about
Johnson. Because if they’re sleeping together for months, or even over a
year, it is unlikely that he’ll stay emotionally unattached

It’s…confusing
though, because there are times when Bitty looks into Johnson’s eyes
and sees something fiery, passionate, in there, but other days Johnson
seems to completely pull himself away from Bitty, like he doesn’t want
to be emotionally attached to Bitty, like he doesn’t want to fall for
him, have an actual relationship, whatever

Bitty asks him
about that, once, and Johnson replies: “I am just not looking for
anything serious right now” and the message seems clear so Bitty is very
confused as to why he sees pain in Johnson’s eyes despite it

when
Johnson graduates, Bitty asks him, carefully, “Will I see you again?”
and Johnson says “I’m afraid your storyline doesn’t need it” and that
baffles Bitty so he says “you don’t think i get to decide on that?” and
johnson shrugs and gestures at jack who is looking at them with the most
constipated look and says, “be good for him” and leaves

he doesn’t respond to bitty’s texts

he doesn’t call

and it takes Bitty months to even start to process how jack acts around him and deal with that because he is actually heartbroken, too

@gadelingsofthegalaxy help me

okay but like. Johnson came back for senior graduation when jack and shitty graduated. he knew that bitty had moved on at that point and was planning on CONFESSSING THAT VERY AFTERNOON. help me im an emotional mess

HE WANTED TO BE SURE HIS SACRIFICE WAS WORTH IT

Thank you all for making me cry about John Johnson and his beautiful, self sacrificing soul.

My poor, mostly gay little heart!

What if when Johnson comes back for a visit/to reassure and torture himself a little, he meets Tango, who, like him, Knows Things. He asks a lot of questions, sure, but he’s <i>leading the conversation</i>.

So Tango asks him something like, “Have you ever been to that little karaoke bar off Lake Street? How do you feel about the song “Wonderwall”? Do you sing much? Are you free tonight at 7.45, exactly?“ And Johnson just has a feeling that he’s finally getting a starring role in the storyline.

So he shows up a little early, and scopes out the crowd, and signs up to sing “Wonderwall”, and then at 7.43, the deejay says “Folks, we had two of you sign up for that Oasis track, how about a duet? Come on up guys!” So he makes his way to the booth and finds a slightly shorter man, with grey eyes, and a strong looking back, and a honey blonde undercut. He doesn’t look like Bitty, exactly, but his smile and his bearing exude the same warm and kind vibe, and when he offers his hand and says “Hey, I’m Aaron,” his voice is lightly accented in a pleasantly familiar way that makes Johnson shiver.

As they sing, voices melding harmoniously and sharing shy, hopeful smiles, Johnson notices the table of SMH boys, and Tango and Bitty especially, looking at him. Bitty is wistful and fond, Tango looks pleased, and Johnson feels both like a soft embrace.

‘This is it,’ he thinks. ‘This is where my story really starts.’

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@des-zimbits @nomorelonelydays @legojacques @halesbunnyteeth @go-topshelf-on-chowder @halfnakedshitty

HIS STORY BEGINS WHEN CANON ENDS AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL TO CONTEMPLATE

(Also I read this and had to get up and walk away and breath because it’s unfair to have this many feelings about a metaphysical goalie)

foxtrotdefencesquad:

omgcheckplease:

And a sketch dump! 

Everyone pays pie taxes, except for tango. Why? That’s a mystery. Everyone has to wash dishes, go grocery shopping, lower thing from the top shelf and even compulsory participate in Beyonce jams as taxes. Except for tango.

The mystery prevails until careful observation in the bitty-tango relationship sheds new lights to the investigation. In order to write essays, bitty who suffers from severe procrastination, just tells tango a few details about what his essay is on, and then answers all subsequent questions. He records himself, and then just copies down what he has said and hands it down as an essay. The tango-prompt method has result in a sharp increase in Bitty’s work quality, and thus tango gets rewarded with being exempt from pie taxes.

anyways let’s talk about whiskey

chillpleasecheckplease:

and how his first semester of college has been so, so hard for him.

He comes from a big family, one where he’s never alone but still understands his introversion, and knows that he’s content just sitting in the corner and observing.

His hockey team was his happy place, filled with teammates and nothing more, no complicated friendships.

Now, he’s hundreds of miles away from his family. Now, instead of hockey practices being quiet, filled with only calls to pass the puck and comments from coaches; they’re raucous, filled with laughter and inside jokes he’s always on the outside of.

The team hates him for not hanging out with them, he knows this. He can sense it, their silent judgement and side-eyes even as he raises an eyebrow in return and tries to act strong, like it doesn’t bother him. It does.

He can’t tell them that he’s too busy crying in his room to spend time with them. That he only hangs out with the lax bros because his roommate is one of them, and they don’t mind him sitting in the corner and saying nothing.

Get it together, Whiskey tells himself. Stop crying. Go to the campus counselor, maybe your depression medication needs to be adjusted. Go to the campus ministry meeting, maybe someone there will accept you. Do what you need to so you can hang out with the team, so they don’t hate you more than they do already.

He makes an effort to be at the Haus more, but it’s horrible. Bitty mothers him, which only makes him miss his own mother more. There should be fresh tortillas coming from the kitchen, not pies. Ransom and Holster interrogate him; Dex and Nursey argue; Whiskey shrinks away.

Never has Whiskey been so surrounded by people but felt so alone.

It’s November when Tango finds him in the library, staring at his books, too exhausted and drained to study.

“Can I sit here?” Tango asks, bearing his own textbooks, and Whiskey can only manage a nod yes.

After twenty minutes, Tango looks between Whiskey and the pages he hasn’t touched once. “Todo bien?” he asks. “How can I help you?”

Whiskey feels his eyes well with tears. It’s the first time he’s heard Spanish spoken here. And it’s the first time anyone has asked out of concern how he’s doing.

Because everything isn’t good. But with Tango’s hand on his back, his face full of concern and support, Whiskey thinks that he might have his first friend at college.

He might have a chance at things getting better.