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Bound: Pucks and Recreation by @doggernaut

If you follow my main account, this might seem familiar. That’s because I released the podfic of this the other day. I felt bad for taking so long to finish it (it was for Fandom Trumps Hate) so I decided to send the author a bound copy of it as well. The USPS was uncommonly efficient and it made it to her in two days, so it’s a good thing I released the podfic when I did!

I’m really happy with how this came out. I have nothing to complain about. It definitely makes me want to stick to matte htv from now on, that’s for sure.

Body: Corundum Text

Titles: Franklin Gothic

Drop caps: Primot

Cover graphics: the Noun Project

Oh wait, I thought of one tiny thing I’d fix: when I initially printed it, I didn’t notice that the font I used for the section dividers (which were cute little hockey sticks) didn’t work for some reason, so I had to change to more generic section dividers. So if I could go back, I’d take the time to find a different hockey-related section divider instead.

So not a big deal AT ALL. Even I will concede that.

Anyway, if you’re a fan of Check Please or Parks and Rec (and especially if both!) read this delightful fic or give it a listen!

#AHHHHMAZING!! #The absolute dream

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Friends, allies, I come to you now with a request. I’m mentoring a young woman applying for scholarships to afford college and there used to be a ton of resource posts floating around tumblr that I can’t seem to locate anymore (or are out of date since I saved them).

Does anyone have current links to posts that compile scholarship opportunities, text book resources, etc? Or links to websites with resources?

I know this is a very broad request, I appreciate all suggestions.

#College prep #us scholarships #Y’all are the best #thank you so much!!

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Soooo Halloween 2023 Bitty and Jack go as Benoit Blanc and his nice husband Paul for Halloween? Yes? Yes.

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#AHHHHHHHHHH

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Update and Little Aurora

Hey all, so it’s been a minute and I just wanted to let you know I’m kicking off an Our Flag Means Death sideblog @apirateshipfortwo, because the little gay pirate show has gotten me writing again, and I‘ve updated Little Aurora with what I had written up to slipping out of OMGCP because I still love y’all a whole bunch and didn’t intend to leave that way. (But it’s not polished or complete, so keep that in mind.)

Still flitting around, still writing madness, and sending all my love 💜💜💜

#Hope you’re all doing amazing #❤️ ❤️ ❤️ #little aurora

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You know. I feel like a lot of us agree that Jack is Loaded™ but isn’t flashy about it. And I love that but I raise you (1) date where Jack is trying to impress and he does something stupidly extravagant like rent out an entire yacht for a night or something. Like I’m sorry I just want to watch jack drop 30k on a night for Bitty one time and Bitty is standing there like “oh shit, I did actually marry my sugar daddy, 16-year-old me is losing his fucking SHIT RIGHT NOW”

#Met a super wealthy dude through my dad’s work (though I didn’t know he was loaded for years) #Guy loved a good sale and penny pinched like nobody’s business #but then you’d have a day where you find out that when his favorite shoe style was discontinued #he called up Nike and BOUGHT OUT the remaining stock #so now he just has a storage unit of this one style shoe in one color

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I know I’ve been away for a million years but if anyone has leads on OFMD discord servers I’ve been writing again and need to DISCUSS SOME THINGS

#BlackBonnet #stedeward #OFMD #discord

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Okay, team! Consider this your heads up that a Check, Please! podfic fest is coming soon! Any ship, any length, any experience level. More details to follow but I am exciiiited!! Follow, reblog and watch this space! 👀

#This is totally okay with my stuff #<3

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Counting the Steps to the Door of Your Heart

Summary: Eight years ago, Eric Bittle broke Jack Zimmermann’s heart when he was persuaded to end their relationship, and now, Jack is back as Captain of the Atlanta Thrashers. A story about second chances, mending hearts, and long-lasting love. A Persuasion Zimbits AU.

This fic is completely written and will be posted every Monday.

Chapter one "What Ifs" is up on AO3!

#❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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holy grail

#;) <3

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i can’t remember if i posted these ones but i don’t think so?? they’re older and i’ll delete soon but just to finish my posting spree for the week

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(Hey, look! That Zimbits AU where Jack goes into PR after retiring from the NHL and NHL!Bitty comes looking for advice about coming out!)

“Your ten-o-clock, remember?” April gestures to the conference room with her pen. “The cutie the Hurricanes coughed up for Pride Night outreach? He’s here.”

Jack tugs down the blinds with a cautious finger and zeroes in on the handsome blonde sitting awkwardly at one end of their large conference table, conspicuously alone. “There’s always suits for outreach talks,” Jack hazards, looking back at his receptionist over his shoulder. “They never send players alone.”

“It’s what we’ve got on the books. Eric Bittle, Carolina Hurricanes. No plus ones.” April whispers, checking her calendar. “Well? Get in there, Boss; and buckle up, he’s got an accent.”

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Eric Bittle looks up, his dark brown eyes wide and unfairly attractive as Jack extends his hand, Bittle rising to take it. Everything about Bittle is polished and perfected; suit tailored, hair coiffed so neatly Jack would posit he’d gone in to have it trimmed before he’d arrived this morning. He’s pulled together so tightly, in fact, that Jack can’t find any loose threads, and if he remembers his time in The Show correctly, no loose threads means Mr. Bittle’s probably hiding something.

“Eric? I’m Jack Zimmermann. It’s great to meet you.”

“Oh, I know who you are,” Bittle chuckles, and Jack’s heart would skip a beat if he wasn’t so certain there’s a huge piece of context still missing from this meeting. “It’s still very nice to meet you in person.”

“So, tell me about Pride Night,” Jack pops the button on his suit jacket and settles down across the table. “What, exactly are the ‘Canes thinking about doing that involves you coming to see us?”

Bittle bites his lip briefly, gaze darting off before coming back to settle on Jack, and Jack is reminded of so many media training sessions it’s like he’s back in Vegas again.

“I may have, ah, fudged the reason for my visit a bit. Yes, we have Pride Night coming up, yes I’m the designated sacrifice, but I’m more here on personal business.”

Jack eases the tip of his pen from the legal pad, recognizing an off-the-record admission is coming. “How personal?” He questions. “Are we talking potential legal trouble or just potential social trouble? Or no trouble at all.”

“I’m gay.” Bittle says plainly. “Whatever trouble that may be. My team knows it, my family knows it, and I want to come out — I need to come out — and I can’t mess it up.”

Jack is grateful for his game face, reaching for the coffee carafe near him to couch his surprise and no small measure of his excitement. “Oh, you mean like I did?” Jack jokes, earning a soft smile.

“No active player has come out since you retired,” Eric skirts Jack’s comment, taking the mug before gingerly amending, “Not voluntarily, at least. I’d like to break that streak. Given your experience, and what you do now, it seemed like the smart move to come speak with you.”

“Well, I’ll be the first to admit my behavior didn’t lend itself to much confidence with the public at large, but that’s why I’m where I am today. Making sure people like you can learn from my mistakes.”

“And you made a lot of mistakes,” Bittle murmurs, taking the mug from Jack gingerly, glances back out the window as he takes a sip, and Jack fights a smile when he realizes what’s happening.

“Are you . . . chirping me?”

“Makes me less nervous,” Bittle admits, apologetic. “But that was rude, I’m sorry.”

Bittle’s eyes are bright. His smile is bright. Everything about him is warm, inviting. Jack might be biased, though, he’s always had a soft spot for compact blondes.

“Don’t apologize.” Jack leans back in his chair, feeling lighter than he has in weeks. “You might be the only one in the whole league right now that doesn’t need to apologize.”

“I think I need to have a partner,” Eric clears his throat. “I can’t come out without a reason, otherwise what’s the point.”

“That answers one of my first questions, gives us a place to start. Yes, a boyfriend gets you points, but not in the way you’re thinking. If you come out with a guy on your arm, the story becomes maintaining the relationship, not that you have one or that you are ‘out’ at all. The scandal is the relationship falling apart, or you flirting with a fan when you have your partner at home, that kind of drama.”

“And if I just say, ‘hello, I am a homosexual’ people will think I’m promiscuous, or just trying to get laid.”

“Maybe. Are you?”

Bittle’s expression turns indignant, lips twisting into a judgmental frown that reminds Jack of his grandmother before a scolding.

“What kind of question is that? Yes, of course, but they don’t need to know that. But that doesn’t — You know, you gave me hope?”

Jack doesn’t quite startle, he’s well beyond the jumpyness of his youth, but he has no clue where this conversation is about to go.

“When you came out, when you were drafted, your cup season . . . every time you succeeded, beat the odds, it made me think, maybe, I could do it, too. I could be a professional athlete, I could play hockey, and it didn’t matter who I wanted to be with.”

Jack knows there’s a ‘but’ coming, he can feel it; so he gets there first.

“But . . . then I overdosed.”

“Then you retired.” Eric corrects. “Two years before I signed with Carolina, and you just gave up. I was going to be the first out NCAA men’s hockey captain, you ‘retired’ in scandal, and suddenly the trustees didn’t want the attention. Back to square one.”

“Eric, I wasn’t well.” Jack defends gently, knowing Bittle isn’t trying to be cruel.

“You let them get to you! You were supposed to be untouchable. I needed you to be untouchable.”

“Eric.”

“I’m sorry,” Bittle looks down at his hands, the table, anywhere but Jack. “I genuinely didn’t intend for any of this to come up so quickly, you’ve been nothing but charming and here I am dumping all my baggage on you like we’ve been talking for years . . . ”

“It’s actually alright. I’ve made peace with what happened to me, what I put myself through, and I wasn’t kidding that I’m very intent on making sure I can help others avoid the same pitfalls. So, what do you need from me right now?” Jack asks, genuinely curious. “An apology? A hug? You wouldn’t be the first to ask.”

“I want . . .” Bittle huffs, closing his eyes and evening his breathing. “I want dinner.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I’ve loved the idea of you since I was sixteen, but now I actually need your advice on how to do this without losing my mind, and I can’t plan my future from a boardroom, so, I want you to take me to dinner. I want to hash this out like two normal, well functioning adult men. Also, maybe alcohol.”

“Speak for yourself on the well-functioning part,” Jack chirps himself, “but I think dinner can be arranged. I assure you, you’ll have my full support moving forward. The firm’s, as well.”

Bittle’s lips quirk, holding Jack’s gaze. He caught the slip, and now there’s nothing to do but own it. They lapse into a gentle silence. Jack sipping his coffee, Bittle doing the same. Jack isn’t sure what he’s waiting for, the puck is at the end of his stick. He flashes a smile. Bittle blushes.

“So,” Jack begins. “Do you like Burmese?”

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They part ways and April’s eyes are huge with suspicion. “Should we discuss fees?” she asks. “Do we need to start billing? Sounds like it went well.”

“Nah, we’ll talk later about payment,” Jack replies, folding his jacket over his arm, hiding the slip of paper with Bittle’s personal number and trying not to stare as the forward walks away. “I have a strong feeling I might be handling this pro bono.”

#Zimbits #OMGCP #my stuff #eric bittle #jack zimmermann #PR AU #NHL!Bitty #tw: overdose mention #I know I’ve been gone forever here’s a treat to say sorry

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i haven’t quite stuck the landing on everything lately but i didn’t mind how this drawing was going, so it got some colour. one of the things i like about drawing fan art is that it levels up your skills way faster than you might otherwise go. i think it’s because you’re trying poses/muscles/angles that normally you’d be like ‘no thank you’

alright lunch over back to the art mines

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This is a perfect storm of bad ideas — the legal/TOS hellscape scenario of artists/authors/content creators putting fan content of copyrighted media behind a Tumblr controlled paywall? Big oooof.

Hi There 👋

As you might have noticed, we’re beta-testing something new: Tumblr Post+. What’s Post+? A big deal, for starters. Post+ is our new subscription feature that allows you to use our existing multi-media post form to create unique paid feeds or support other blogs by subscribing to theirs. Fear not, Tumblr will always be free to use, this is just a way to continue to empower unique voices and throw a little coin to your favorite artists, fanfic writers, or maybe even that one mashup Supernatural/Studyblr blog you’ve been following since 2016.

(3 a.m. infomercial voice) But wait, there’s more. We want to know every possible way we can make Post+ the best experience for you and your community. To do that, we’d love to hear from you. Specifically, we want your thoughts on how you’d use a feature that provides a feed of exclusive posts on Tumblr. What would you like to see? Don’t be shy 👉👈. Get in touch. Do it often, if you like. We’re excited to hear your thoughts. And keep your eyes on this space (go ahead now, click follow ☝️). Teamwork makes the dream work, etc.

#*sits back and waits for mass user suspensions* #Read that user agreement very carefully #friends. #PSA

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#Look it’s Jack

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. . . So, remember how I’ve been working on that Zimbits Olympian Habs!AU for a million years?

bliss (is on the other side of this)

In another life, Jack Zimmermann is an Olympian, a two-time Stanley Cup champion, and the high-flying Captain of the Montréal Canadiens. On the surface, his world is as perfect as his career would suggest, but in reality, Jack is struggling to balance superstardom with a tenuous personal life.

Between his GM father threatening to put him on IR, a partner Jack can’t be seen in public with, and the ever-present haze of a secret mental illness, Jack’s life is a mess he’d love to ignore.

Now, a rogue Cup Day wish will give Jack a chance to see a life where he wasn't afraid to go public

Here on Ao3

#Zimbits #Habs!AU #heed the tags and the authors note #this one is a ‘I’m fading here’s what I’ve written so far’ fic #because i promised I’d share what was finished #OMGCP #my fic #love you all so much! #onawingandaswear