#young sheldon reference

[hugthepanda12]

Little Jack vs his mom

Jack: Mom, that's unfair! Mrs Spicer: No. Jack: But I really need those robot parts! Mrs Spicer: Do you see I'm cooking? Jack: Well, take me AFTER dinner! Mrs Spicer: Enough! I'm not taking you anywhere tonight! Jack: *grunts, walks away, and leaves the room with a loud slam of the door older Jack's voice: I'm not proud of it, but as a child, I was prone to the occasional meltdown. little Jack: Cheese and crackers! older Jack's voice: I'm sorry you have to hear that. the monks who are forced to hear that story: .... Clay: It's okay, we heard worse.

[watchpeterpan2]

and right off the bat, we're young-sheldon-ing

this is. the whole book. especially the first half - just extremely self-important elementary school student. it's not out of character but she sure is insufferable as a child

[artistakai]

*slaps this mf onto a table.*

hi :] I have a little creature for you

she's rather silly if i say so myself

I Guess u can say, that I drew her quite snazzy

[theromanticrationalist]

My Thoughts: Young Sheldon 7x02 A Roulette Wheel and a Piano Playing Dog

Look how cute he is! Cute as a button! 😙 Awwww! Baby! It is so difficult for me to watch Sheldon struggling. Imagine being a fish out of water your entire life where your one socially acceptable trait is your intellect, which surpasses everyone’s, only to be thrown into A WHOLE OTHER COUNTRY, taking the fish metaphor to a whole other level, only to discover THE one quiver in your arsenal is utterly moot.

Damn. My poor baby string bean! But he handled it so well. He pushed through! I am proud of my Shelly! It is the aspect of why YS is better than TBBT because they allow for Sheldon to be a more complex individual and don’t treat him like a child, even though he is literally a child. The show allows circumstances to push against him, to make him stronger, and the narrative isn’t constantly belittling him as if he can’t handle life at all. It is actually quite a big deal that Sheldon was able to keep his mouth shut and humbled himself under an authority in order to learn what he needed to. And he did this by HIS choice! He listened to what those around him where telling him, and chose the wiser path. He didn’t have to be coerced, manipulated, or browbeaten into it, which was often the route TBBT took.

Well, his tutor DID use physical reinforcement, but a wrap on the hand is good for the boy. 😁

Which brings me into my next thought, I don’t think this moving back and forth from Texas and Germany is going to work really well for the storytelling. I want to see how the whole Cooper family is doing, of course, but I am primarily watching this show for Sheldon! I don’t feel like they are able to spend the amount of time necessary to really explore this experience he is having. It feels so rushed. I don’t like it. I want more time to process Sheldon’s life lessons here and how he is feeling about it. It is the same old story! This is literally one of the biggest problems with American media.

They. never. give. enough. time. to. the. story. EVER. !!!!!

🤦‍♀️ Why are you the way that you are, American Media. I hate so much everything that you choose to be.

Anyway, I did love the heart to heart chat between Missy and Georgie this episode! That was so sweet! They are learning what it means to have responsibilities and that growing up requires so much thankless sacrifice. I love the bond that Missy and Georgie have, and I am glad we got to see them process this experience together. And way to go Missy for not only stepping up, growing up, and being so mature and on top of things, but she also is learning about boundaries! Damn girl! 🔥 I know Mary Cooper loves serving her family so I love that aspect about her, but the boys definitely shouldn’t leave all the house stuff to the women folk, as if they have to be served and waited on. Missy is killing it! 💪

Missy and Sheldon, two sides of the same coin! I hope to talk more about that later! 😉 Now it’s time for...

My Favorite Sheldon Cooper Quotes: Sheldon: "And they laughed at me for not knowing something they knew! Who does that?!" Mary: ". . . you do." Sheldon: "This is no time for a teachable moment! Your child is hurting." Mary: "Sorry." *pats him on the arm* "There there." Sheldon: "I guess that'll do. Now how about a hot beverage?" Mary: 😑

Sheldon: “Oh! I see the problem! This is stupid! You can’t just invent dimensions. There is this one, this one, and this one.” Mei-Tung: “You forgot the dimension of time.” Sheldon: . . . Sheldon: *holds out his hand* Mei-Tung: *slaps it with a pencil* Sheldon: “Ow! . . . Thank you." Sheldon Prime: "I wanted to give up and runaway. But I had read enough comic books to know that heroes don't quit. Instead of running I decided to stay and face the biggest challenge I've ever had: keeping my mouth shut. This turned out to be a pivotal moment in my life. By being open to people smarter than me, I grew as both a man and a scientist. Humble. Brilliant. I really am the whole package!"

[herbertpocketsfidgettoys]

I’ve lost it

[spoiled-slutt]

“Are you reading space boy? The one you read at 15?” YES DARRIL. IM 19 AND STILL READING THIS SERIES I AM A VERY COMPLICATED PERSON

[agatharioscoven]

I just saw a TikTok that referred to Emily Osment, as Mandy from Young Sheldon, and NOT Lily from Hannah Montana.

I am officially old.

[doodlebug-qt]

Preview for Chapter 6 of my Gravity Falls/Young Sheldon crossover fanfic (The Falls Before Gravity). Missy meets the mysterious Gnome Queen.

She's been mentioned by Alex and in the journal, but the Gnome Queen herself is a fairly mysterious figure without any real concept design, so I took some creative liberty and based her loosely off of the Gnome King from the original pilot, though, admittedly, all I really kept was the magic hair.

[whenlilyfallsinlove]

the three times you and georgie cooper were jealous of each other and the one time you acted on it

a/n: ahh first post!! i was actually watching young sheldon while writing this :) sad it's the last season but excited for georgie and mandy spin off!! anyway felt like there was a lack of georgie x readers so wrote this with my fav trope! enjoy!

i - the time when veronica duncan punched georgie in the face

"and then... she punched me in the face!" your best friend georgie recounted to you, as you sat on the front porch of his house, a can of beer in both your hands.

"she punched you in the face, in front of everyone?!" you chuckle, raising an eyebrow.

"yeah.." he replied.

"no way! what did you even do?!" you take a sip of your beer, looking at him. your best friend georgie was one of your favourite people in the whole world and very good looking, hey! you were allowed to say that!

"i kinda.. told her i loved her. in front of the whole church." georgie muttered, slightly flustered.

"you what?!" you spluttered, hardly believing a word he was saying.

georgie saw the look on your face.

"hey i'm not lying!" he says, chuckling.

"what did you expect?!?! poor girl. you barely know her georgie!" you laugh teasingly, this boy really was something else. you had grown up alongside the boy and everything he did even to this day still surprised you.

"i know but i'm bummed by it.. i really like her y/n." he looks at you with wide eyes. he sounded... serious?

this stopped you laughing.

"you really like her huh?" you look at him, encouraging him to say more.

"yeah.. look" georgie sighs, taking a swig of his beer. "i've never felt this way about any girl before. ever."

oh. why did this feel like a massive kick in the stomach? your insides had gone all funny.

"oh.." you mutter, looking down. "didn't realise you were that serious."

"yeah.. i need to make it up to her, i care about her.. even if she don't about me" georgie sighs.

woah he really seemed to care about her. why did this aggravate you so much? veronica was a nice girl, pretty and kind.. even if she did (rightfully) punch him in the face. she was good to your best friend. so why didn't you feel supportive?

"don't worry georgie.." you reach out and comfortingly pat his arm "she's a nice girl, she'll forgive you."

he smiles and wraps his arm round you "thanks y/n, you're the best friend ever, ya know that?"

"yep.. what would you do without me." you chuckle, nervously.

friend. why did him referring to you as that make you feel queasy? that's what you were, right? best friends? this felt weird though.. different.

you suddenly felt sick.

"look i gotta get home.. got a lot of homework" you stand, trying to ignore the feelings you were currently having.

"going so soon l/n?" georgie grins.

"yeah sorry.." you chuckle "good luck with the veronica thing anyway.. i'll see you tomorrow."

"see ya" he smiles and waves you off.

you wave back and walk down the street to your house, thinking about what had just happened.

the sickness feeling, the disgust, the small bit of sadness you felt when georgie said he'd never felt that way before

then it sunk in. you were jealous. fuck!

ii - the time that guy from your spanish class asked you out

spanish was somehow both your favourite and least favourite class. i mean you hated the class - you were awful at it but you got to sit next to georgie in it.. so maybe it wasn't too bad.

today started like any other spanish lesson. you listened to the teacher drone on about grammar, you and georgie had a footsie war under the table etc. everything was normal. that was until the end of the lesson.

you were packing away your notebooks, listening to georgie babble on about football when adam, the boy who sat in front of you, approached you.

"hey y/n" adam smiled shyly at you,

"oh uh hey adam" you said friendly enough, but very confused on why he was speaking to you.

you weren't the only one confused. next to you, georgie had been interrupted by this exchange and had stopped talking, now listening, his eyebrow raised.

"uh i was wondering.. if you'd like to see the new ghostbusters movie with me tomorrow night.. its okay if not, i understand." adam chuckled nervously.

georgie frowned at this. who did this adam guy think he was, asking you out to the movies? he didn't even know you! who asks someone out that they don't even know.. this guy was a total weirdo. there was no way you were gonna say yes.

"um.. okay" you interrupted his train of thought. adam was quite handsome, and seemed nice. and although it was bad to admit, you needed a distraction from the unknown feelings you were having for your best friend.

your answer shocked georgie. why on earth did you say yes? did you feel bad for him or something.. or maybe you just wanted to see the new ghostbusters? he would've taken you if that was the case! not this idiot.

"oh good. i'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow then?" adam smiles at you, and god georgie wanted to punch him.

"yeah okay." you smile back, and watched as he waved at you then left class.

"well that was.." you turn to georgie, who is not looking at you but is looking straight ahead.

"let's go to lunch." georgie ignores you and starts walking off.

"oh okay" you mutter, then follow him.

georgie was mad. this guy didn't deserve you, he was definitely punching! you were beautiful and deserved someone way better. someone like.. him! but no you were best friends.. he couldn't ruin that. but the more he thought about it the more he realised he was jealous.

you were his, not that adams! that was the day georgie cooper realised he liked you, his best friend.

iii- the time georgie ditched you to hang out with jana boggs

every summer, you tagged along with the coopers (well more so georgie but you had long since been accepted as a member of the familt) to the carnival set up by pastor jeff and the church.

every year, you and georgie usually went off together and did your own thing but this year was different. georgie had been dating jana for a while now and of course it was only normal for him to not hang with you as much and you shouldn't get mad at him for wanting to spend time with her.. right?

"oh look.. jana's over there." georgie chuckles, awkwardly looking to where his girlfriend was stood.

"yep." you reply.

"and she looks.. pretty lonely" georgie states, again awkwardly.

"uh huh" you nod.

"maybe she needs someone to talk to?" he says.

"hey i get the hint, you go hang with her.. she's your girlfriend after all, i'll stay here with missy" you try and say encouragingly, but your voice wobbles slightly.

"really?!" george smiles.

"yeah!" you reply.

"you're the best" he gives you a tight hug. "i owe you one!"

"don't worry" you say, watching him walk off to jana " that's what friends are for" you mutter.

you look to the ground. it felt like it was time to finally accept that you liked georgie a lot. and not just as a friend.

"that was pretty sad to watch" missy speaks up, looking at you half sympathetically, half in enjoyment.

"well i'm glad my sad life gives you joy." you let out a weak laugh.

"look i've always liked you y/n, you're cool, and i've always thought you can do wayyy better than my dumb brother" she tries to comfort you.

"well thanks." you smile.

"and just so you know... i think georgie likes you back. he's just stupid.. and scared." missy smiles.

"i hope that's the case." you smile back.

as you watch georgie laugh along with jana, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

you really liked your best friend.

iv - the time where missy matchmakes.

"georgie.. please please please can you take me and marcus to the movies tonight" missy begged, standing in georgie's doorway.

"missy.. i'm supposed to be hanging with y/n tonight." georgie frowned, secretly he had hoped tonight would be the night he might finally confess to you.

"bring her with you! she loves me." missy smiles smugly.

"we'll see." georgie sighs.

four hours later, georgie, y/n and missy were in the car, going to pick marcus up. georgie didn't take much convincing after learning it would entail missy and her boyfriend being alone, and you were quick to accept to come with.

"so missy.. how serious are you and marcus?" you ask, turning round and smiling at her.

"we're kinda serious.. we've held hands a bunch and hugged. we haven't kissed.. but we've shared a straw" she replies, subtly bragging.

"oh wow pretty serious then." you chuckle. georgie smiles at you. he loved that you got on so well with his family, it was something he'd always liked about you.

there was silence for a while.

"can i ask you guys a personal question?" missy breaks the silence.

"umm sure" georgie responds as you nod.

"so you're both single..."

"thanks for the reminder" you smile playfully.

"and i know jana broke up with georgie because of you y/n.."

"how do you know that" georgie exclaims, confused.

"i know everything." missy deadpans. "and i also heard you on the phone to each other."

"anyway.." she continues "why don't you just date each other? it's very clear that you like each other, everyone can see it. it's simple." she says, proudly.

both your eyes widen. you were not expecting that. you start uncomfortably laughing and turn to look at georgie.

georgie was looking straight forward , avoiding eye contact.

"well.." you start "i don't think i'm georgie's type.."

"you kidding?" georgie exclaims. "not my type? of course you are! i compare every girl i ever meet to you!"

you sat shocked. what. the. hell.

"you do?" you look at him.

"of course i do. i like you a lot y/n." georgie blushes, avoiding eye contact.

your heart stopped. finally!!

"oh really? georgie i also like you a lot!" you smile, brightly.

"you do?" georgie grins.

"yeah of course i do! i have for ages.. i was jealous of jana.. and damn this was ages ago but i was jealous of veronica as well!" you chuckle.

"no way!! i was jealous of that adam guy! and pretty much any other guy who talked to you as well!" georgie replies, smirking.

you smile.

"i was just too nervous to say anything." you say.

"holy shit, me too!" georgie agrees.

you reach over and touch his shoulder. he smiles back. and at that moment although it sounded cheesy, it did really feel like a moment from a romcom.

"aww that was real cute guys." missy smiles.

"but don't you dare say any of that cheesy stuff when marcus is in the car!"

[hugthepanda12]

good!Chase: My brothers never understood that I actually enjoyed being alone. The solitude allowed me to think about important things, like how the ebbs and flows of the sea work. Or how the sun gets bigger during the sunset as you approach the horizon... good!Chase: As opposed to less important things, like how many grapes Dojo can fit in his mouth. Dashi: 14! We have a new record right there, everybody!

[tweetingukpolitics]

I unusually just share tweets, but given the amount of reblogs I'll edit this one:

INFO Update #1 from @misinfohunter

This is mostly misinformation.

UK law does not require transgender people to have a Gender Recognition Certificate in order to include their correct name and gender on a Death Certificate. However, this is subject to discretion and having a GRC does make the process less complicated.

HREF.LI

There is no English government. England is controlled by the UK government.

Why does England not have its own parliament?

Jack Sheldon, University of Cambridge, provide 'The Basics' on English devolution (or the lack of), explaining why England does not have a p

CENTRE ON CONSTITUTIONAL CHANGE

Sir Keir Starmer did voice the opinion that ‘16 is too young to decide legal gender’ during an interview on January 15th, 2023. This statement was made in reference to Scottish reforms to the Gender Recognition Act.

Starmer: '16 is too young to change legal gender' - BBC News

The UK Labour leader voices "concerns" about the Scottish government's reforms to the process.

BBC NEWS

INFO Update #2 from @momagainstcatboys

this is not true. i understand people are upset and the legislation is legit nightmarish but there is no legal requirement for your gender on your death certificate to match that on your birth certificate, nor do you need a gender recognition certificate. it merely requires that those registering the death note the correct gender with the registrar. obviously this legislation can be applied unevenly and families are bs but it’s important that people know their rights on this, and spreading misinformation helps no-one.

[ask-the-cat-cafe]

So, what's horror cooking?

no this is NOT A YOUNG SHELDON REFERENCE

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[xoxochb]

Your stories make my brain tingle in a very comforting way <3 Could you try to capture the feeling of laughing with your friends, unable to stop, in a percy × reader (daughter of demeter) fic? Some fluff, light banter, and teasing

— strawberry fields ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.

warnings: swearing, quick sex reference small make out… and unfortunately a wes bennett AND a young sheldon reference 😣 pairing: percy jackson x daughter of demeter on the radio… lovers rock by tv girl!

“you already had three. kindly had that over.” you outstretch your hand and wait for your boyfriend to drop his, now fourth, strawberry into your hand. he doesn’t, he pouts and holds it protectively to his chest.

“this is mine. I picked it.”

“but there’s only—” you frantically search your basket and count the berries one by one. “twelve left.”

“you gonna eat those all yourself?”

in your lap, you cover your cats ears before speaking your next words, “oh, fuck you.” you remove your hands gently, petting him tenderly.

“watch your filthy mouth, (name), there’s a child.” percy removes the cat from your lap and places it atop his own. you frown at the loss of contact, sadly popping a berry into your mouth, excluding the leaves at the top, you throw those out in the field. “gimme a strawberry, woman.”

“excuse you?!”

now, percy isn’t typically scared of you, no, you’re his loving-always kind-warmhearted-daughter of demeter girlfriend who’s always saving him strawberries. but in this moment, he was sure you were going to severely hurt him. you might, that’s probably the most mortifying part, it’s no secret that you’ve hit him playfully from time-to-time, that’s an everyday occasion. your glare doesn’t falter and this makes his uneasiness heighten.

“sorry— I didn’t even… I didn’t even want one anyways. and— uh, here’s your cat…” he swiftly places him back into your lap.

“you’re such a dipshit.” you lift the cat from your lap into your arms instead. “you’re lucky I’m hopelessly in love with you or I would’ve beat your ass.”

“I have no doubts in that.”

“lovely.” you sigh and take a strawberry from the basket, moving closer to percy so your knees touch. you take a bite into it, savoring the juices on your lips, before taking the rest of the uneaten portion and splaying it over percy’s. you throw the berry to the side and cup his face between your palms, murmuring a quiet ‘c’mere’ before placing your strawberry coated lips over his. percy only realizes after the second kiss what you had been doing.

slowly, and careful not to break the kiss, he removes the cat from your lap, ushering him to go wander. and before you have the chance to pull back and yell at him for doing so, he horribly tangles a hand into your hair and slips his tongue in your mouth. you attempt to mumble his name into his mouth in any hopes he’ll listen— which he doesn’t, you’re not surprised by this. you have to do something…

you ultimately end up digging your nails into his arm that holds your head. he yelps and pulls away (successfully).

“thanks.”

“thanks? you hurt me!”

“lemme kiss it better.” you take his arm into your hands and place a light kiss to where your nails had imprinted crescent shaped into his skin.

he smirks. “you know… I think I could use a kiss somewhere else too.”

you wait expectantly. then you realize too soon his gaze had left you and was averted to his jeans.

“you are such a fucking weirdo!”

[theromanticrationalist]

Actually watching Big Bang Theory, and I am Shamy trash now. My neurodivergent king and queen! 😍

[that-one-kiddo-in-the-back]

Okay, I know the lily orchard vid about Sheldon is old

But I showed my autistic friend her video about it and thought you would like to hear his notes about the video.

The speaker is not autistic, nor do they let a person who actually is autistic speak on the matter.

References opinions of people who are not autistic while addressing the issue.

Says many people she knows use Sheldon as a reference for "basic traits of autism". Does not name any of the people individually. References no specific person.

Additionally, claims that since a lot of people do this, it is correct.

Claims that there is a "common root symptom of autism". This is incorrect. All autistic people are very different.

Compares autism to racism.

Uses the comparison of misoginist and racist tropes from an out of date show.

Uses "people with autism" rather than "autistic people".

Fails to show Sheldon Cooper's abusive and controlling nature.

Uses Autism Speaks as a reference for information about autism.

Both the show and speaker infantilize Sheldon and autistic people.

Says that Sheldon acts similarly to young autistic children.

Feels like the show is making a laughingstock out of a disability; this is not addressed.

Claims that people don't want accurate/useful representation, then does all of the above.

9:17 - Makes a good point about overloading a single character with all autistic traits.

Claims that if you're watching a show about autism, you already know the basics. Blatantly untrue.

Claims that the hero's journey is a sign of autism. More precisely, claims that Rainbow Dash, Sheldon, and the guy from Atypical are good representations because they all make social mistakes and grow from them. This is EVERY CHARACTER EVER, not just autistic characters.

Claims hating Autism Speaks means you are uneducated and lazy.

Very victim-blamey.

Claims that people who don't like this trope don't want to better themselves.

Overall, she is very victim blamey, obnoxious, and unsympathetic.

[lowkeyrobin]

👀 guess who's back

Is now a bad time to request a Foosh fic?

helloooo!! ; also I'm backed the fuck up but dw I swear I'll get this shit posted LMAO ; also went for some angst cause why not (I wanted to write maze runner angst of some sort but idek I have too many reqs)

FOOLISH GAMERS ; meet you at the graveyard

summary ; you have to say goodbye to one another

warnings ; language, suicidal innuendos

disclaimers ; snow in carolina 😭🙏 forgot where bro lives for a minute, reader is 23 but can mostly be ignored ig, young sheldon reference, me venting about loss and grief kinda idek

track ; meet you at the graveyard, cleffy

word count ; 853

b/m = birth month & b/d = birth date

masterlist

Foolish somblerly walks up to the graveyard where you lay now, where you stay now. He carries a bouquet of crimson red roses in his hand, the snow under his feet making a crushing sound as he walks.

His head hangs low, the vision of the accident and your face clouding his mind as he lays eyes on your headstone. He sets the flowers down across the snow, covering the bottom of your headstone like a freezing cold blanket.

You didn't deserve this, being only twenty-three.

His fingers trace your birth date and death date fragiley, like he'd hurt you beyond the grave.

B/M B/D, 1999 - December 28th, 2022

It stung seeing those numbers like that, under this circumstance. Your birthday was something to be celebrated, bringing joy and excitement, but now it hurt. Instead of creating more fun, happy memories with you, he'd have to sit in silence and ponder, drowning in those old memories because he couldn't make any new ones with you.

He sits down, looking blankly at the grey stone, then up at the grey skies above.

He talked to you every once in a while when he visited, trying to fill the empty hole in his heart. He felt like Mary Cooper talking to you like this, still hurt and alone, just wishing it'd all get better.

"How do you ever expect me to be happy?" He asks, his tone laced with the slightest bit of anger. Anger at himself mostly, angry at the force that took you away from him. "Why isn't letting go as easy as loving you?"

Tears stream down his frost-bitten cheeks, glowing a bright red. He wasn't properly dressed for the cold, only wearing some thick shoes, jeans, and a heavy coat over a t-shirt. He'd nearly left the house wearing basketball shorts until he saw the snow in his yard.

"I can't help it, it's just the way I'm wired, I know. I just can't let go. I love you too much to even try." He shakes his head, shoulders raised as he tenses up. "Every time I see photo recaps of you on my phone, I just cry. I don't wanna cry anymore, Y/n/n. I wanna smile when I see you, but I can't."

He wipes his tears away with his thick sleeves, sniffling a bit as he attempts to keep his composure.

"You taught me so much, you gave me so many new experiences and memories and showed me things I never would've if it weren't for you. I'm here right now because of you, everything is because of you." He admits. "Getting over you feels so wrong, even if it's just trying to live with myself without you. Those words that you said before you left my house are stuck in my head like glue, I don't know what you even meant. I can't even tell between fact and fiction with it"

He thinks of it over and over again before whispering it aloud. "'See you tomorrow, maybe', what does that mean?" He questions, "What does that even mean?" He asks again, his voice breaking.

At the response of nothing, he hides his face in his hands, struggling to hold back the tears. He quickly stands up without wishing you goodbye, heading back to the front entrance to leave and get back home.

You watch as he does so, his frozen fingertips hidden in his pockets. You sat on top of your headstone, knowing he couldn't see nor hear you, hoping one day he could. You always answered his questions, responded to his statements. You'd stay there until he joined you, hoping it was later rather than sooner, if anything.

As much as you'd been waiting for him, you could wait longer. You wanted him to live the long, fulfilling life you didn't give yourself. He'd be okay without you, he just needed time to adapt.

The days flick by quickly as if they're merely seconds, showing the snow melting over time and those roses wilting. Eventually, they're fully decomposed, leaving the plastic wrapping to be picked up by a stranger visiting their loved one, as it'd blown in the wind toward them. The grass is cut again once it's warm again.

They never weed wack, but mow over the flowers Foolish left at your grave, angering him. He decided that every time he'd come, about once every two to three months, he'd plant new ones. They hadn't run over the new rose bush he'd put beside your headstone, pleasing him at least.

You watched as he grew month after month, clearly happier and healthier after each visit. They'd become more sporadic, but he'd never healed, you don't just heal after losing someone like that. You break for good, you're able to super glue the broken plate back together, but cracks and small missing pieces still remain.

His goofy laugh makes itself present one day, lighting up your whole face like you'd never smiled before. It glued together one of those broken pieces inside of you, you swore it.

"I love you, Y/n/n."