Maybe uh.,,,. Uh.,,, having a member of your spy ring be your bestie who you hang out with in camp all the time isn’t a good idea……… but I cannot say
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I really love family fluff headcanons in my ships, I want my ships to get married and have kids, but when I think about ferdibert I consistently imagine Ferdinand just being like “kids???? with who???? With Hubert?!?” and Hubert being like “no thanks I’ve heard it’s taboo to poison those things” while Edelgard swings a battle axe around nearby
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thinking….. about buying final fantasy x since it’s on sale…. 🤔🤔
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wrote something last night full of worms and
maggots and i didn’t like the flavor of the flesh of the fruit / it all smelled like
rain and something sad so i hated it and i tried to burn it but it was
too damp to catch / so i tucked it away /
but look; at the end it was
tender and it cycled back around to you, because now in this
moment everything i do cycles back around to you
the best bits were about my Parent’s Love Story—
[here you are summed up best—]
my whole life i wanted what they had;
in my kitchen
[it’s always my kitchen]
my father says to me with a tangible ache, “when i walked into that room [karaoke event, work thing], i knew your mother
was the woman i wanted to marry”
she shies away—
he chases her down / my godparents say to her, “hey,
hey?
why don’t you just try being with a nice guy for once?”
she scrunches her face up, he slowly
moves his clothes into her drawers /
then my father says, looking at my mother’s broken glass and scars [blood, much more real than mine],
“i do not care if you push me away,
i will wait for you until
you are ready for
me”
with the gentleness of a dog, he waits—gives her space
she falls into something new—blood dried and glass repaired and
they’re still together now, in that
house on the pond and with the kids he so wanted and two
little dogs he did not.
my whole life i saw that and wanted that and in
my hubris i thought i would be my father but
it’s you
he’s you—
three years i made you wait and
it’s you
and your patience makes me ache
and your patience scares the fuck out of me.
because to be my father is easy but to be
loved by my father is a different beast and i have
never looked this one in the eyes [my eyes—this is just a mirror, isn’t it?] before
[you said it yourself: we live the same lives.]
so the mantra becomes,
[while i’m brushing my teeth while i’m high in bed while i’m walking to class while i’m reading and annotating leaving notes for you,]
thank you for being patient while i learn this again or on
nights when for some fucking reason i bleed; thank you for
wrapping the wound,
thanks for cracking a rib and thanks for being golden and thanks for standing at the woods with a lamp in hand and saying “hey,
hey?
come with me. follow me. i’ll wait. i’m waiting.”
i’m waiting. clock eats the days.
i’m waiting too
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oh god i sent my mom a tiktok i made and now i’m paranoid that she’s gonna download the app, make an account, follow me, and find my gay tiktoks………….
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