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Posted November 19, 2015 at 10:51 pm

= Samwell Hockey Group Text Halloween 2015 =

Shitty:  dear god. swawesome #WishIWereThere

Jack: Haha. Nice.

Johnson: There’s an infinite number of things going on here.

Tags: art, prose
Posted July 3, 2015 at 3:58 pm

“Jack, you want one on your camera with Dicky?”

“Oh. Only if Dicky wants to.”

“Oh my God, stop.” [x]

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Posted May 17, 2015 at 4:36 pm

“Well then! ’The Matthew Earl Rupert Award is given to the senior man who during his time at Samwell has exhibited outstanding character on and off the play field.’ And he also gets this nifty booooowl.” [x]

Tags: art, prose
Posted May 16, 2015 at 8:11 pm

Jack during his last Samwell hockey fan appreciation night. The entire team sits at foldout tables in the atrium of Faber, and the boys sign jerseys and posters and take pictures with fans. And then the Samwell Daily shows up and Jack gives his standard annual sound bite: “Events like these are a great way to give back to the fans. And it’s fun to see everyone come out before the season starts. It’s really motivating.”

(I did this today during a small 1-day convention we had for class. Nothing makes me happier than getting commissioned to draw Check, Please!)

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Posted May 5, 2015 at 8:33 pm

“Bittle thinks I forgot his birthday.” X 

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Posted March 29, 2015 at 6:18 pm

“Oh boy. Lookit Parser. Put your bucket back on, eh? You’re embarrassing everyone. Jeff?”

“Yup. Oh yeah. Not at all professional. The media’s around.”

“Great chirps, you guys. A+.” [X] 

Tags: art, prose
Posted March 14, 2015 at 11:09 am

“Not growing a beard for the team, eh, Bittle?”

“If I could I would, captain. Losing my shaved sides seemed like the least traumatic option.”

 "Let’s hope you don’t get them back until April.“

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Posted November 1, 2014 at 5:01 pm

On very rare and very special occasions, Eric R. Bittle will get live-tweety and photo-happy and particularly social media-y. Yesterday was one of those days.

“Seconds before Ransom’s face "got sniped” #RIP" Because Shitty played soccer for two years in middle school and is slightly delusional about his “mad juggling skills”. Everyone on the team has gotten their shit rocked by a soccer ball at least once. 

Dex asked Jack why he wasn’t playing soccer and Jack said “Shitty always manages to hit me in the face before our first game. It’s happened for three years. Not this time.”

Seconds before Ransom’s face “got sniped” #RIP

— Eric Bittle (@omgcheckplease) October 31, 2014

BUT BEFORE THAT Chowder passed out on the Haus’s couch while checking his phone or something and Bitty thought it was okay to photograph this in a maternal/creepy way:

Oh no…This is what dorms are for…#SweetBabyChowder

— Eric Bittle (@omgcheckplease) October 31, 2014

Rans: DUDE the last time I slept on that couch I got a rash. Chowder: OH NO I FEEL ITCHY

— Eric Bittle (@omgcheckplease) October 31, 2014

Do you love how gullible Chowder is? I love how gullible Chowder is. And how he is constantly on edge and ready to freak out about everything. This is why he’s such a good goalie. “Is that puck coming towards me is that puck coming towards me oh no maybe it is wait it definitely is oh no oh no oh no okay okay okay it didn’t but it could’ve that was close hey get out of my crease WHAT WAS THAT”

Lardo: sup boys Lardo: wreck shit tonight (/◕ヮ◕)/:・゚✧~ best manager:・゚✧

— Eric Bittle (@omgcheckplease) October 31, 2014

Lardo isn’t talkative so whatever she says is always pretty important. She probably put a hand on Bitty’s shoulder and said “you’ll kill it” and Bitty was like, “wait I have strength now.”

And then of course they wrecked shit:

samwell 3-1!!

— Eric Bittle (@omgcheckplease) November 1, 2014

[insert super-detailed boxscore here]

[insert terrible student-paper photos from the Daily here]

[insert picture of Jack’s post-game interview here]

[insert collage of marriage proposal posters that Wellies held up in the stands here (“will that guy named Shitty marry me?”)]

[insert picture of Samwell men’s hockey raising their sticks to the crowd here]

And what do you do when you win your first game of your season? You have a kegster of course.

Jack proposed to be a cat for halloween (probably to make Bitty + Shitty + Lardo shutup and to save himself from a worser fate). But you know? No one really thought he’d follow through with it. Even if Lardo and Bitty gave him little cat ears the day before and EVEN IF Shitty said “YOU HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING FOR HALLOWEEN FOR THE LAST THREE YEARS THIS IS YOUR LAST SAMWELL HALLOWEEN–how are we even friends?”

And this happened.

Shitty’s 100% sure Jack’s only in costume because he scored twice. But I dunno!!

— Eric Bittle (@omgcheckplease) November 1, 2014

Samwell Halloween 2014

— Eric Bittle (@omgcheckplease) November 1, 2014

Shitty: Jack Laurent? YOU’RE my best friend. My BEst friend and you’re beautiful and you’re FINALLY A CAT!

— Eric Bittle (@omgcheckplease) November 1, 2014

Cue Shitty hugging Jack for the rest of the night and wailing “he’s a caaaaat. He’s a ca-a-a-at. I love this beautiful man so &!%@$^* muuuucchhE SCORED TWO GOALS.”

And when they get to that segment on college athlete costumes on College Sports Weekly Recap, they’ll say something like “It looks like Jack Zimmermann was so tired from his great game that evening that he didn’t really care what he was.” “Uhhh I think he’s a cat, Mike.” “He might be.”

ETA: QUICK. What do you think Jack’s reaction to seeing Bitty in a dress was GO.

Tags: prose
Posted September 16, 2014 at 12:18 pm

“I wasn’t like this when I was a frog. Is it a defensemen thing? Were you and Holster like that?”

“Every defense pair is different, Bits—Each one generates unique chemistry.” Ransom shrugged before looking across the locker room. “Oh wait actually pretty much yeah.”

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