does anyone else get a surge of fondness for their friends over the little things? the things that, technically, don't matter all too much, the things you could forget eventually.
like the fact that they do their wordle everyday, without fail. like the fact that they've worn the same ring everyday since middle school.
this isn't meant to be poetry, but it also kind of is. when i talk about my friends it feels like poetry— like i'm trying to capture a sunset in a bottle, capture laughter in a little box.
i think i'll always cherish the way that they are, wholly and unfiltered. down to the missed messages and late replies. i'll cherish the unprompted ukulele sessions, the nicknames that never fully went away. i'll wrap up our memories and store them at my desk, where i can always look back, even if it hurts. even when it doesn't.
there was a point to this and now it's gone. the point was somewhere between the days i last saw them all and is buried wedged inside a couch, the same one we nearly lost a phone to back in high school. the point is i love my friends for all their imperfections and i love them for all the times that i've cried.
there's a thank you on my tongue for everything, the big and the small.
thank you for editing my birthday video. thank you for seeing me after class. thank you for eating with me at lunch. thank you for holding me when i cried. thank you for staying over. thank you for giving me rice. thank you for smiling at me. thank you thank you thank you.
maybe these are all things i'll forget eventually. maybe we're all dust specks in this corner of the universe and maybe in a few years i'll look back and i won't remember the way you hated mangos on desserts at all.
I NEED A YEAR TO PROCESS EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED IN THAT CIRCLE. A FULL YEAR.
RIZ JUST SAW FIG GETTING HURT AND LEAPED INTO ACTION TO SAVE HER,
ADAINE FELT A POWERFUL THING HAPPENING AND COUNTERSPELLED A GOD FOR FIG,
FABIAN JUST SAW THE MOONLIGHT DOING THINGS TO HIS FRIENDS AND CAST SMOKE,
GORGUG JUMPED IN WITH RIZ AND FIG AND CAST WARDING BOND,
KRISTEN JUMPED IN TOO AND THE MOMENT THEY NEEDED IT THE MOST, SHE USED HER STRENGTH TO HOLD ON AND KEEP HER FRIENDS FROM GETTING HURT.
IT'S ABOUT. THE LOVE. NONE OF THEM KNEW WHAT WAS THE RIGHT OR WRONG THING TO DO, THEY JUST ACTED. THEY JUST. ACTED. TO SAVE EACH OTHER AND FOLLOW EACH OTHER AND IM SDKLGHWUIOEGHSKDJGHSDG!!!!
being in a dead fandom is like being in a humid cave alone in the summer but then you find something sparkle in a corner with a bunch of dust on top and its a 2015 masterpiece of a fanfic that you will think about it till the day you die
i love when grian and impulse work together because it's usually grian providing the plan and direction and impulse going o7 on it chief and then 5 minutes later the server is in flames and impulse is cackling like he's been waiting his whole life for this . world's most destructive duo
i'm never gonna be okay about how Fabian was never really given the tools to stand on his own. he was expected to be like Bill for so long and yet nobody taught him where to find the food in his own goddamn house. he was expected to be as powerful and as fearsome as his father but nobody taught him how to do his own fucking laundry. he was set up for failure while being shoved towards greatness and i'm not okay.
YOU!!! DRAW ZEDAPH!! And your art style is so pretty,,, i feel like there’s not enough Zed art out there and then I found you,,, thank you for your Zed Service
!! No problem, I love drawing zed :] always happy to continue my zervice (zed service) o7