Things Chowder loves: hockey, Faber, SMH (all tied for first)

on smh (samwell meme’s hockey) whenever they throw a party or go out for drinks or just have a casual beer E V E R Y O N E knows because E V E R Y member of the team posts a “cracking open a cold one with the boys” post to their snapchat AND instagram story. can u imagine the heights of meme it would get to. a blurry video of ransom in the locker room opening a gatorade while nursey screams “cracking open a cold one with the boys!!!!!”; a shot of chowder opening a jar of peanut butter posted on bitty’s twitter captioned with “cracking open a cold one with the boys 🙌”; a pic of dex and nursey screaming at each other captioned as “when u can’t crack open a cold one with the boys :(”

The last digital commission for Year Two! It’s always fun drawing Nursey and Dex begrudgingly getting along. Autumn at Samwell and defensemen en route to lecture. (THANKS, JD!)

NurseyWeek Prompt #1 - Silence/Mistake. Um, kind of. Got a bit off track.          ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Dex tromps into the Haus, slamming the door shut and tossing his bag haphazardly on the floor, kicking it out of the way as he passes. He’s scowling, which, frankly, isn’t that unusual, but his expression has an edge of something that tugs at Derek. Dex doesn’t even spare him a glance as he flops down at the other end of the couch with an exasperated growl, tipping his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. Silence fills the space between them for a moment.

“So, how was your day?” Derek asks.

“Fuck off.”

“Yeah, mine was good, too.”

“Fuck. Off.”

Derek scans the defeated slope of Dex’s body as it’s sprawled over the couch, frowning to himself. Huh. He drops the fake cheer from his voice and puts his notebook down on the end table behind him.

“Dex, hey. What happened?” he asks, voice softer now, quiet even in the relative silence of the Haus mid-day. Dex cracks one amber eye open and gives him a look, squinting semi-suspiciously at him. Derek waits him out, tilting his head and trying to look open for conversation.

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for nursey week, day 2: “surprise or simplicity.”

“If that pen explodes in your mouth,” Dex says from the bathroom doorway, “I am not gonna feel bad for you.”

Derek startles–and does drop the pen out of his mouth–and looks up. “What?”

Dex cocks a brow at him, flicking off the bathroom light and flopping down on the hotel bed next to Derek’s. “You’ve had two pens explode in your mouth from chewing on them like that,” he says. His red hair is wet, tousled from where he must’ve run his hands through it after his shower, and he rolls onto his stomach, propping himself on his elbows to look at Derek. “What’re you glaring at, anyway?”

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Hey,,,,,don’t tell anyone I told you,,,,,,,,but Jack cries when he laughs too hard and it’s so endearing

The thing about being hyper-empathetic, Nursey thinks, is that you expect everyone to care as much as you do. You expect everyone to be able to read your emotions or understand how things will make you feel, because you can do the same for them. You expect people’s decisions to be emotionally-driven, because yours always are.

Nursey can handle being overly empathetic when it means he can understand how others are feeling and help them. He can handle it when he gets to share in others’ joy and pride and happiness. He can even handle it when he cries at commercials.

He can’t handle it when it gets his heart broken.

Well, maybe ‘broken’ isn’t the right word. He doesn’t think he’s had his heart totally broken yet. It’s more like little tiny scratches and bruises that he acquires every day, every time someone forgets to include him in something, every time someone cancels last-minute on plans he was really looking forward to, every time he says something and is ignored. Every time he puts a piece of himself out there, hoping for someone to see that it’s him looking for a connection, and gets nothing in return. He should learn that not everyone is as emotionally driven as he is, that not everyone can empathize like he automatically does, but it’s been twenty years now and his heart is still tricking him into trying over and over and over again.

“Today in my lecture, my professor,” Nursey starts, but trails off as Holster and Ransom jump into a story. They’re across the table so there’s no way they heard him, but they’re always loud enough to encompass the whole table with their conversation. It’s not a big deal. They don’t even know they’re doing it. It’s just another little scratch.

He feels a kick against his shin and snaps his head up, meeting Dex’s eyes.

“What did your professor do in lecture?” he asks, eyebrows raised and eyes meeting Nursey’s like he’s genuinely interested.

“Yeah, Nursey, you can’t just give us the intro and leave us hanging,” Chowder murmurs, nudging him.

This is it, he thinks, the reason his heart always talks him into trying again. Because sometimes, with the right people, it’s worth it.

I drew a lot of bookplates for the Year Two Kickstarter.

- Jack and Parse as kids in the Q - Lardo and George talking about their dumb boys - There’s a huge S in the Samwell hockey locker room for this purpose - Parse, at home, probably on insta - Bow before Lardo, Flipper of Cups, Ruler of Bros - A swim (◡‿◡)

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url graphic  → @hellonurseyy @chyeahnursey

some of my favorite Nursey tweets

bad 90s sex ed feat. the samwell mens hockey team