ok so I was yelling with @bshittyknights about JACK L. ZIMMERMNANN (as one does) and SHE MENTIONED EPIKEGSTER AND HOW JACK WAS LIKE, “hey you wanna take a selfie” and AND—
okay. first of all: i still cannot believe jack wanted to take a goddamn selfie with bitty. but that’s a given. i’ll never be over it. i’m making this post because i rEALIZED that jack would have made the selfie his fucking facebook profile picture. if parse hadn’t showed up and RUINED EVERYTHING, JACK LAURENT ZIMMERMANN WOULD HAVE CHANGED HIS PROFILE PICTURE TO A SELFIE OF HIM AND BITTY.
(l i t e r a l l y I JSUT FUCKDIFHNGDK REALIZED THIS AND I’M DEAD. does your own brain ever kill you. god dAMN.)
so anyway as i’m like, crying & losing my shit over this realization, @bshittyknights goes “he would have emailed it to himself”
which. WHICH. yeS. JACK EMAILED THE PICTURE TO HIMSELF AND THEN HE SAVED IT TO HIS FUCKING COMPUTER. THEN HE OPENED FACEBOOK AND LABORIOUSLY TRIED TO FIND THE PIC AGAIN. “where did it go. hmmm,” jack thinks to himself, clicking around, brow furrowed. computers are annoying. (he probably re-downloads it several times, thinking, maybe it didn’t save?? or something?? where is it going??)
so then there’s like “IMG_5583.jpg” “IMG_5583(1).jpg” “IMG_5583(2).jpg” in jack’s downloads folder. FINALLY HE FINDS IT. this whole thing has taken like 25 minutes. so then Jack uploads it to fb and he’s careful to make sure the crop looks good (it just so happens that bitty is centered in the little icon in the end, jack’s face a bit smooshed to the side—it’s just, bitty looks nice. that’s why jack likes the picture. he doesn’t really care about pictures of himself, anyway).
the picture gets a bunch of likes and johnson shares it to his page with the caption “i love this au, what could have been *sigh*” which jack thinks is weird but whatever. it doesn’t matter. the picture looks great. bitty looks nice. jack likes looking at it.
JACK LAURENT ZIMMERMANN THEN PROCEEDS TO KEEP THE SELFIE AS HIS PROFILE PICTURE UNTIL GRADUATION BEFORE HE REALIZES WHAT IT FUCKING MEANS.
(it’s still Bad Bob’s doing. Jack’s pulling his whole puppy-dog-eyes-staring-at-Bitty’s-back-with-discontentment thing as he walks away, and Dad Bob comes over, chirps, “<Hm, he’s cuter in person than in your profile picture, don’t you think?>” Jack turns instantly beet red, splutters, “<N-n—I, w-what? What… do you… mean?>” Rad Bob raises an eyebrow. “<I didn’t want to pry, but you know you can tell me things, right?>” Jack stares at him. What does his dad think he knows…? Rad dad Bob smiles, rolls his eyes. “<Go on, then… go really say goodbye. We have time.>”
Oh, Jack thinks.
He turns around and runs. To Jack, it feels like he’s running toward a place he’s always been going.)