Jerry’s Is A Madhouse.

inktober #10

GOTTA DRAW MORE CHECK, PLEASE

my favorite freshman frog, Chowder

Glasses, or I take it as a confirmation.

At least I got you in my head.

my anxiety has a loophole that if somebody is else is equally or more uncomfortable I develop the sudden ability to Do The Thing

bitty buys chowder a spray bottle to spray nursey and dex with when they fight

season three scott mccall appreciation ↳ savior complex

Being married someday is going to be so cool. like you get to come home to your best friend every single day and just do life together.

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Look how happy! I love drawing CP art. This might keep happening for a while :D what should I draw??

holster knowing abt ransoms crush on chowder and them talking abt it and just nudging rans whenever chowder does something Cute or Sexy (or both bc lets be honest that boy,,) thats aimed at rans and rans commenting on his Goalie thin g (where hes super intense during the game and shit) like just the boys flirting bc that is my Shit

“Dude,” Holster says sympathetically.

“I know,” Ransom sighs.

“You told him his helmet hair looked nice,” Holster winces.

“I know,” Ransom repeats, not even trying to hide his grimace.

“I haven’t seen you be this off your game in… ever.” He puts an arm around Ransom’s shoulders, steering him back towards their corner of the locker room and away from the goalie stalls where Chowder is happily chatting with Jack.

“Maybe it’s because he’s a teammate?” Ransom shrugs.

“Nuh uh,” Holster shakes his head, “Freshman year you had Mitchy wrapped around your finger after two practices. This is something else.”

“God,” Ransom groans, “He’s just - fucking - do you see him right now?” He gestures over at where Chowder is sitting in his stall, running a hand through his hair and beaming up at Jack.

“Dirty pool,” Holster says, “Cute, hot, and a little bit crazy. Exactly your type. You never had a chance, bro.”

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I know you mainly write nurseydex, but would you be willing to do some Camilla/Lardo? Or just something involving the women of omgcp?

Camilla has never been cool. She’s always been popular, but she knows that’s just because she’s pretty enough and an athlete. She’s not cool, not like those kids back in high school who hung out in the art room and said what was on their mind and truly didn’t give a damn what other people thought. Not like her freshman year roommate, who double majors in Literature and International Studies and speaks in her own language comprised of her favorite quotes and Arabic sayings. Not like Larissa Duan.

Larissa Duan, who wears ripped jeans and oversized flannels like she doesn’t even know how good she looks in them. Larissa Duan, who can be caught kicking ass at a beer pong table at midnight, then in the art building blaring music and staring at canvases by 8 A.M. the next morning. Larissa Duan, who changes her hair every semester, not because of any trend, but because she wants to. Larissa Duan, who has an entire NCAA hockey team’s respect and allegiance. Larissa Duan, who is fearless and badass and yet still incredibly kind.

Camilla is popular, sure, but Larissa Duan is cool, and it’s intimidating as hell.

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