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guys…

jack’s curious meerkat peek from outside the panel……..

jack’s little shoulder-shakin dad chuckle……..

• *someone says something* “what?” *repeats themselves* “sorry?” *repeats themselves again* “pardon?”

•"hey, y'see the red thing at the top of the shelf, will you get it?“ “Sorry, what?” “On the sh-” “oh yeah sure, I’ll get it.”

•*doesn’t hear teacher because someone’s pen is making a scratchy sound at the back of the room*

•*replays video 10 ten times to figure out what they’re saying*

•teachers asking, “why do you always stop writing in the middle of a sentence, just write down whatever I’m saying,” followed by the response, “I’m just processing it,” rebuked by, “we’ll stop processing it and just write.”

wanting to chime in on other people’s conversations all the time, but don’t, because you’re not suppose to be “listening” to them.

being the only person in the house that can hear that awful buzzing sound certain electronics make

hiding in your room because everything is too loud. 

motorcycles were invented by satan

being told that you have dog-like hearing by friends and family

So Bitty gets these random texts through the day about pie crust and ‘I like that shirt’ and odd half- jokes, and he has no idea what’s going on.

Then Jack texts him ‘not that straight’ and Bitty’s like “!!!!!!! I know what you’re doing, Mister Zimmermann, stop watching those right now.”

me:

me: please let there only be one room available please let there only be one room available

fic: “I’m afraid there’s only one room available”

me: please let it have only one bed please let it have only one bed

fic: there is only one bed

me: 😭😭😭😭😭👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

Me: go on

The fic: and there’s a snowstorm

Me: oh other half go look for them

The fic: and the other half finds them

Me: suffering from hypothermia

The fic: suffering from hypothermia

Me: do they find a makeshift shelter like maybe a cave or

The fic: they find an abandoned little cabin

Me: oh yeah that’s the stuff keep going

The fic: and healthy half builds a fire but it isn’t enough

Me: hit me with it

The fic: so healthy half strips them both down and they snuggle naked under the covers

hi my name is emily and in my free time i like to go through the entire comic (plus extras, blog, twitter, and instagram) and screenshot every single time jack laurent zimmermann has smiled 

conclusions:

year one- depressing af. only like 10 smiles

year two- exponentially better as he spends more time with bitty. so pure

apparently angels don’t actually have to touch in order to heal