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[thomasadley]

~ After like a year + of dating ~ [stoned* text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no

💬 You should know me well enough by now to know that my answer to pizza will literally always be yes. 

💬 Name the time and place. 

@ethanhqs

[jusoku]

tag dump

[thomasadley]

💘

💘- 3 ways to win your heart?

“This is a tough one. I suppose… being kind. To everyone, not just me. And having a sense of humor, not taking yourself too seriously, or letting me take myself too seriously.”

“Oh, and getting along with my family- well, getting along with Mia- is absolutely vital.” 

[oceansnamaranths-archives-blog]

✂ - Do you hate people easily?

Not really no. You have to do something especially terrible, hurt someone I care about, betray my trust, or something along those lines to get me to hate you.

[acureforsin-archived]

The demand for Tidus to bugger off out of the kitchen didn't work. His feet were wet and sticky from the beer he managed to pour onto the floor before Jecht took the can away. There was a look in those blue eyes of his as his cheeks puffed a little and face a little red. Balling up his hands the small child did what he thought was the polar opposite and nearly flopped onto the floor adding himself into the mess. If his father liked beer that much then...

@obstinatedreamer

Jecht barely manages to snatch Tidus into one arm before he can fall into the puddle at his feet. His wet, sticky feet. That flail against Jecht’s legs. “Damn it, kid,” he grumbles, exhaling heavily. He can’t send him running, because he’ll track beer through the house, and that’s a fight Jecht isn’t interested in having.

Instead, he sits him on top of the counter, holding his feet (wet feet, now in his hands, and does the mess ever get easier? Of course not) out so they don’t hit the cupboards. “Stay here. Like this. Don’ move.” He gives him a stern look before releasing his feet and starting to find towels and soap to clean up the floor. Could’ve been doing anything else, and instead - this. Another sigh and a low growl sounds deep in his chest.

What a way to spend an afternoon.

[acureforsin-archived]

"BLEH! Beer tastes -awful-! Who could actually drink this mess?!" Cue the small boy pouring a beer out in the kitchen he just found sitting around.

@obstinatedreamer is getting into things he shouldn’t be

“ ‘Ey, woah kid!” Jecht had left for only a minute, and hadn’t realized Tidus would abandon his blitzball to wander curiously into the kitchen, much less find his beer, drink it, and - dammit, kid - start pouring it out. He barely manages to save the last dregs of the can from his son’s rampage against alcohol, raising what was left above the boy’s reach. 

“This isn’ for kids, son.” He takes a drink, draining the last of it and setting the can aside. “Now git outta here, I gotta clean up your mess.”

[acureforsin-archived]

Buried under under some mail was a letter same as always. There was another photo tucked inside, however, this time Tidus was front and center. A snapshot someone else took as the blond was sitting on some bleachers, hand raised to wave. There was a shit eating grin on his face but there was a tired look on his face. On the back was a lazily scribbled "X-mas."

@obstinatedreamer has officially made this heart of mine hurt this morning <3

It’s not unusual for Jecht’s hands to shake a little when he getsletters from tidus. They’re not hard to discern – he doesn’t get manyhandwritten letters, and he’d recognize the way Tidus capitalizes his T’s anywhere,and how his S’s look similar to how Jecht writes his. Jecht did teach him towrite when he was a kid, after all.

This letter is different, though, and when Jecht opens it and the photofalls into his hands, he feels his eyes burn and his chest ache. There’s hisboy, his son, right there in the picture. Since the start of the letters, Jechthad only seen bits of him that made it into photos: a foot, part of a hand, hisshadow, at one point his elbow. But here he is, in front of the camera, lookingtired but otherwise alright. Healthy, eating well, alive. Tanned skin and blonde hair proving how much time he’sspending in the sun.

He stares at the picture for longer than he even knows, but he doesn’twant to take his eyes away. Not yet. He hasn’t seen his son in so long, onlythe photos telling him that he was alright enough to send a passive aggressiveletter to his dad, and that’s been fine. He knows he’s alright and still angry,but how can he blame him? But this…it’s the closest he’s gotten to seeing himsince Tidus left so long ago.

He wishes he could send something back, but as usual, there’s no returnaddress. It’s alright. Someday, he hopes he’ll see him again in person, butthis is alright for now. The photo ends up on top of the stack that’s beenslowly growing taller, and he intends to keep it there. Out of order, sure, buthe can’t bring himself to cover up his face with whatever photo comes next,unless it, too, shows his face.

A sigh, and he runs his hand over his face. “Merry Christmas, son.”