Shitty and Jack hanging out near The Pond, probably after their junior-level history class HIST310/WGSS347/AMST312 Gender in Warfare in Early 20th Century America.

But this is brush practice! Because I really have to learn how to ink before next semester. Also, I can’t decide whether this is Ransom taking a photo of Shitty and Jack, or secretly the cover to an indie boy love comic. ALSO ALSO I’M WORKING ON ACTUAL COMICS I PROMISE KEEP ASKING THE BOYS QUESTIONS!

I’m pretty sure they all get their eyebrows done at the same place.

(Oh my gosh, there’s more but I need to draw it later.)

The Haus Ghosts, Mandy and Jenny.*

No one is exactly sure what happened during that infamous Theta Alpha Theta rush event of 1993, but it left the sorority house empty for a decade until it was purchased by the 2003-2004 Samwell Hockey Team. After which, it was kinda renovated. Ish. The upstairs bathroom will forever smell like vodka and baby powder. Some say the ghosts of the two deceased sisters still haunt what is now called “The Haus”, but some say a lot of things about the Haus, because once again, it is a total piece of shit.

The night before a home game, if you’re in the Haus and up at 3am, you can hear the faint sound of the Samwell Fight Song coming from nowhere in particular.

*As were named in a Check, Please! comment-fic I read earlier this week. Er, thanks, staygold-kanerboy!

It’s hard being a college athlete when you also have to worry about GHOSTS. Poor, Ransom.

Also:

“Dude, Ransom, we can’t keep sharing a bed; it’s…getting kinda weird.”

“Oh, fuck you, Holster.”

“Oh no no no. I can’t grow facial hair to save my life. I don’t know what I’ll do if we make it to the playoffs.”

“Dude. Rock a Kaner mullet.”

In an alternate universe where Bitty isn’t repulsed by growing a mullet during playoffs. Just like a true Georgia-raised, corn-fed, God-fearin’ backcountry Bittle would.

The Check, Please! Year One kickstarter is on the cusp of $50,000!

I drew some Free! fanart.

“Promise me you’ll stop being so hard on yourself. Okay, Jack?”

“…Okay, Dad.”