Jack is…big. With time and distance and schedules that refuse to cooperate, Bitty forgets this sometimes. Jack is diminished on the computer screen when they Skype, or through the phone when they call. Bitty sees him and hears him and forgets, sometimes, the exact dimensions of Jack’s broad, broad shoulders.
And, oh, they’re broad. And solid. And strong and smooth and hot beneath Bitty’s hands.
Bitty will be such a good captain, just look at him encouraging his tadpoles and HE LOOKS SO FLAWLESS DOING IT, like the casual lean with his red shirt, Bitty you made at least one person trip and caused a minor traffic accident.
[talking about Eddie Guerrero being a heel] he looked MISERABLE and you don’t get that anymore out of heels, coming out and they’re completely miserable and that makes you like “God, dude, if you don’t want to be here just DON’T COME THEN!” That’s how I felt watching him. “Why’re you even doing this if you don’t want to do it?!” And then he’d get into the ring and be so nasty and just have this look of disgust like he was too good for it all. I don’t know, it was something about that. I always told myself, if I were to ever be heel, I wanna make myself so miserable, because that’s one of the most hateable things.