Summary: A nonathletic!Jack fic, where grad student and history nerd, Jack Zimmermann meets the cute Samwell student/baker Eric Bittle at the Bread and Butter Bakery. Will the two make a love connection? For @devereauxsdisease and @victorineb who love this incarnation of Jack as much as I do.
They’d chatted at the bakery enough times that Bitty was able to pull the information from Jack. He’d started coming to the bakery about four weeks ago, and during that time Bitty became more and more charmed with the second year grad student.
He always sat in the corner armchair, ordered a black coffee, two macarons and a slice of whatever the pie of the day was. Bitty first noticed him when he came in to order a slice of Weary Willie cake.
Bitty loved his job at the bakery, it gave him some extra cash while he attended Samwell. Whenever Bitty was there, he was the de facto person in charge. Shirley and Spencer, the owners of Bread and Butter adored Bitty.
“We never had any kids of our own, so you’re the closest thing to it, Bitty,” Shirley said to him one evening over a cup of earl grey tea.
So Bitty stood there, face to face with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen the first time Jack walked in. The Clark Kent glasses in front of them did nothing to hide the fact that they were beautiful. It was a good face, a handsome face. He was burly and tall, and Bitty loved that. He smiled, and Bitty’s body language invited Blue Eyes to speak.
“Can I get a slice of the Weary Willie cake?”
“Sure can, handsome,” Bitty said as he began to ring up Blue Eyes’ order, who blushed furiously. “What else can I do you for?”
“Coffee. Black. Medium, please,” he replied looking down at the counter.
“Why don’t you go find yourself a seat and I’ll bring it out to you,” Bitty said with a warm smile.
“Thank you,” Blue Eyes said softly and then turned to walk toward the corner armchair.
When Bitty approached, Blue Eyes had pulled out a laptop and several textbooks, the one on top of the pile was called Foundations of Modern European Intellectual History.
“Doing a little light reading, huh?” Bitty said as he put the cake and coffee on the side table.
“Oh, haha. Yes.”
“Do you go to Samwell?”
“I’m finishing up my masters in history there,” he said as he held up his book.
“That’s great. I haven’t seen you here before,” Bitty said wanting to know more about History Blue Eyes.
“I saw the chalkboard outside listing the Weary Willie cake and the history nerd in me became curious.”
“Look at you! You certainly are a history major.”
“Did you make the cake?” Jack asked raising his eyebrows.
“Sure did. My moomaw had the recipe from her mama.”
“Well, it’s not often I find a somewhat obscure historical reference on my way back to the history building.”
People Of 1939 View The World of Tomorrow - Photo: Corbis (via WIRED)
General Motors’ Futurama exhibit
let visitors view the world of tomorrow from comfortable, moving chairs
while touring a vast scale model of the American countryside. Covering
more than 35,000 square feet, Futurama was the largest scale model ever
constructed, including more than 500,000 buildings, 1 million trees and
50,000 motor vehicles — many in motion.
In short, the metropolis has economic power but little political power. The American countryside has limited economic power but vast political power. It’s always been true, but this year’s electoral map shows the gap is wider than ever. There are many explanations for what happened on Election Day, but the simplest one is this: We now have a rural party and an urban party.
The rural party won. And it won on a Trump-ish promise—stop immigration, close the door on refugees—that threatens metropolitan success and undermines rural America’s best hope for an economic renaissance.
Buried wreath of trillium and ivy Laid upon the body of the boy Lazy will the long come from it’s hiding Return his quiet certitude to the soil So raise a glass to turnings of the season And watch it as it arcs towards the sun And you must bear your neighbor’s burden within reason And your labors will be borne when all is done
Hey Henry, can you hear me, let me see those eyes this distance, between us can seem a mountain size but boy, you are gonna stand your ground they rise to you you’ll blow them down let me see you stand your ground they rise to you you’ll blow them down
You spit thick and you cross your heart But the culvert’s all run dry From keeping shotgun shy all arise Just be mine tonight So the dollar shot shot broke the law and they knocked you down Better call the coppers if you need someone to push you around But you keep on stealin’ You keep on stealin’ Yes, you keep on stealin’ Well, there’s nothing left to steal
June Hymn is Blue’s song; also, just Henrietta and its magic in general:
Here’s a hymn to welcome in the day Heralding a summer’s early sway And all the bulbs all coming in, To begin The thrushes bleating battle with the wrens Disrupts my reverie again Pegging clothing on the line Training jasmine how to vine Up the arbor to your door, And more You’re standing on the landing with the war You shouldered all the night before
Hail the winter days after dark Wandering the gray memorial park A fleeting beating of hearts What were the words I meant to say before she left? When I could see her breath lead where she was going to Maybe I should just let it be And maybe it will all come back to me
The rest of the songs can definitely fit minor characters or just the gang in general, too (especially Dear Avery, could fit any of the main characters, and Why We Fight)
it’s just a great album
* that I’ve known and listened to numerous time. It might be because of how important this album is to me, though, and I love linking things I like together.