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    Bitty sees Jack Zimmermann almost every morning, but he’s never said a single word to him. Honestly, Jack Zimmermann probably doesn’t even know that he exists.

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    04 Sep 2017

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    okay so things have been rather... tiresome for me the last couple of weeks and I need to make an appointment to see my therapist again and -
    okay, anyway. so this fic. it feels like my soul has ascended to a higher plane of existence. It's so fluffy I wanna die. Guaranteed mood improver, do recommend. I just love it so much okay
    and below I'll put down a part of my live-blogging of it. because I can.
    Okay, Jack does come in a lot. To buy napkins. And one time a potato peeler. “He’s coming here for the pie, May.” He always stays for a slice of pie. Bitty has been thinking about telling him that he can just have the pie without buying anything. Really, they’re not that serious about the pie for paying customers only rule. Nobody needs that many napkins.
    JACK WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THOSE NAPKINS
    NO REALLY ALL I CAN THINK OF IS LIKE MESSY LAZY CLEAN UP
    JACK NO
    LOVE YOURSELF AND -
    wait
    fuck
    I mean -
    ... pretty much exactly what I said but love yourself and treat yourself better than a ridiculous amount of napkins for clean up
    lol Jack Zimmermann the millennial who will single handedly keep the napkin industry alive via inept flirting

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    The first time Geno sees Sidney Crosby he’s crying into Tanger’s shoulder as Sid learns how to walk again on the big screen.

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    27 May 2017

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    The whole team finds out because what Tanger knows Flower knows and what Flower knows the whole team knows.

    They send him photos daily.

    Sidney drinking iced coffee through a straw, wearing dark wash jeans that hug his thighs, kneeling down to sign an autograph for a little kid.

    Before a five day road trip he finds a copy of Sidney's issue of GQ in his stall with a note that says ‘for those lonely hotel room nights.’

    There’s a post-it sticking out of the top of it and without even looking he knows what it’s marking.

    Geno has his own copy at home.

    This is exactly the kind of fluffy fic I needed. Short, sweet, yet with enough attention paid to the details and background that you can feel how this world works. Such a good

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    When Harry was eleven years old, his Hogwarts letter came by owl. He'd been accidentally blowing windows open and lighting cauliflower on fire for years. James took Harry to go get his wand at Ollivanders, and Lily took Dudley to the Owl Emporium where he tried to convince her they should build an aviary in the backyard. They came home with a fat black cat who hissed at everyone. Dudley named him Spooks, and Lily called him Monster.

    "Did you have to?" said James. "That is the meanest beast I've ever met, and I've known Remus unmedicated on full moons and a pubescent Sirius thwarted in love."

    Lily, who had ink on her cheek and a ballpoint pen stuck behind her ear, waved vaguely at the living room without looking up from her arrest report. Dudley was asleep in an armchair. The cat sprawled across his lap. Both its front paws were wrapped around Dudley's arm as it cleaned his wrist with aggressive fondness.

    "Alright," said James. "Yeah, you had to."

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    21 Apr 2017

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    Oh no it's cool it's fine I didn't need my heart anyway...

    I didn't steal anything. He gave it, because he's got a heart big enough to level mountains. I like to think you would've known that, if you'd lived, if you'd known him. This isn't a fight, it's a family.

    What would you think of me, now, Tune? What would you have done, if it was my son?

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    24 Mar 2017

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    Never in his life had Jack ever experienced a day so conclusively derailed by pancakes.

    This fic is amazing. Like the number of actual laughing out loud moments, the care taken in building this magical realism, the incorporation of history and Jack's passion and intensity and everything... I really truly love this.

    And also that last chapter is just. Priceless. I can't wait to see how the rest of the series unfolds but omg guys pls read this

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    Shitty is Jack’s best friend. And Jack knows that means different things to different people, but to him it means that Shitty is the strongest person he’s ever known. Shitty holds him together, and, even though Jack knows he doesn’t need it anymore, there is still a part of him that Shitty knows better than anyone. Even Bitty.

    Maybe that’s why this is so terrifying.

    As Jack starts playing in the NHL, he hears from Shitty less and less. Which is wrong, of course. When Jack realizes, he sets about fixing it.

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    15 Feb 2017

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    I love this story so. Because yes, their friendship is so pure and strong. Their struggles are real and I just feel for them so much.

    He’s not relieved.

    Because when Shitty sees him, his eyes show a flash of panic, like an animal that’s been caught before shuttering away to nothing and the smile he pulls up to his face is tired and wary and there is no world that Jack wants to live in where he surprises Shitty Knight by visiting him unannounced and he doesn’t get tackled on sight.

    “Jack!” Shitty says, sounding shocked. He puts down his pen and turns towards him completely and– “What are you doing here?”

    He finally stands then, five seconds after he should have and he’s thin, Jack realizes. He’s too thin. He’s face is jagged and he’s wearing clothes that sort of hang off him and, sure, some guys get thinner when they stop playing hockey and working out but this is not a lack of muscle. This is a lack of everything.

    Shitty looks sick. His face is pale and there are bags under his eyes and Jack has still not been hugged.