lancery:

lance works in an ice cream shop and he gets people come in that act really rude so he asks them if they wanna try their special ice cream of the day and they’re like ‘yeah ok’ so he puts some vanilla ice cream in a small cup and sprinkles something on the top and hands it to them and they ask what it is before licking it and then pidge and hunk appear from under the counter and all three of them yell ‘SAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!’ and the customer is crunching on sand ice cream and trying to spit it out and lance has his sand-filled diy maracas out and he’s shaking them and pidge and hunk are still yelling sand and banging their fists on the counter

alphacrone:

wheeloffortune-design:

alphacrone:

in year four, coach can’t make it up for family weekend once again

and bitty’s feeling a bit blue about it, ‘cause he thought maybe being Captain would make his dad more determined to clear his schedule or whatever. but he bakes some pies in preparation for his mama, chats with the chows and the nurses and meets ford’s moms and whiskey’s siblings and there’s a mini party going on at the haus pre-game when the doorbell rings. 

now, bitty knows it’s probably his mama because who else would ring the doorbell? so he opens the door and yes, his mama is there, but next to her is Shitty in a sweater vest and tie, holding a pipe and wearing reading glasses he must have stolen from ransom. 

“son!” he shouts, arms open. “my boy, you’ve grown six inches since i saw you last! been eating your spinach, i see.” 

and mama’s laughing and going along with it, so bitty grins and lets shitty pull him into a hug. and the whole night Mr. Crappy is absolute gentleman, making small talk with the other parents and introducing himself as bitty’s Honorary Father. (”because i’m honored to be his dad for the evening, git it?”) 

and bitty is so happy to see his mama and so tickled by shitty that he forgets how sad he was feeling earlier. at the end of the evening, after the game, he pulls shitty aside to thank him. and shitty kisses the top of his head very loudly and says, “bits, c’mon. that’s what family’s for.” 

I NEED SHITTY TO GIVE JACK THE SHOVEL TALK

“-and if you ever make him cry-”

“Shits, what’re you talking about-?”

“I’ve got a forty-five and a shovel-”

“Bittle, please make this idiot stop.”

“Mr. Zimmermann! Show my father some respect.”