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I need y'all to know that for a solid 30 seconds I forgot the first word in the phrase "famous last words" and typed "brave last words" which, while being ominous in a different sense, is still surprisingly applicable
Work on my resumé or work on my fic?
Both are non-starters at the moment, so here I am scrolling tumblr again...
That trauma feel when you’re spinning out in your own brain bc you Can’t Be Alone With Your Own Thoughts
While concurrently you have an overwhelmingly visceral Aversion To Being Perceived
Fun stuff
you see i could do the social studies work i need to do real bad before my dad gets home. or i could lay on my bed and keep spacing
two things: tiana dizznee is the ship name for biana/tam/dex, and for the ask game: keefe or fitz?
Ah ok-
Well shit. not making this easy, huh.
This’ll be hard since I’m mildly in love with both of them-
ok I’m not going by canon because fuck canon I need development, we’re going by my interpretations-
So normally I would have to say Fitz. I always have a thing for brunettes, plus he’s just so sweet and caring and dorky and smart and just...qefwrgeth4ryj5ut Fitz with messy hair in a black hoodie will always make me hyperventilate for 250 hours. He BAKES and he’s an overachiever and he bakes and he’s so thoughtful with his gifts and I can just imagine him like... idk. Being him. Baking. Flour dusted on his cheeks and in his hair with a bewildered expression on his face like “how did that get there?” erfgthygiyg. He loves his family and cares about how others perceive him and wants to make his family proud and I relate to him so much- He’s a cuddler and like. A Theater kid. because I live for theater kid Fitz and I cannot imagine him another way-
BUT also there’s Keefe which, you know, makes this decision a lot harder. Because while I usually don’t like blondes, I will make an exception for characters who cover up their past trauma with jokes and hide themselves from the world and have trouble opening up because then I can scream “I CAN BE THE ONE TO HELP YOU EXPRESS YOURSELFGHYJUK” at the book at 3 am. Also, he’s...he’s Keefe. He pAiNtS and obsesses over cookies and he’s a cuddler and also he’s just. He’s Keefe. I won’t bring up The Hair but I will mention his absurd collection of random pranking stuff that he does to impress his parents but we all know it was only for Gisela because all he’s ever wanted is to be loved. Not to mention how DRAMATIC he is I cannot with him, one of my favorite Keefe ideas is him, like, standing in pouring rain with his hair sticking to his forehead and a desperate expression on his face just screaming “I LOVE YOU” or something into the abyss with tears pouring down his face and (I just got huge Zuko vibes. like from that one episode where Zuko’s screaming into the rain at the lightning. that just made this way harder-) rfgth4y5juh I live for it.
Oh yeah, I’m supposed to be choosing between them, not explaining why I’m in love with them um-
I... I can’t choose. I actually cannot choose-
FINE, I’ll go by the canon version. For canon, I’d have to say Fitz, if only because Keefe has been getting annoying by not learning from his mistakes and running away wait but he’s been through a LOT and he’s trying and he just wants to keep everyone safe-
fuck.
I’ll just. Say. Keefitz. That is all. That wasn’t even what this was about but Keefitz is always the answer so-
i have spent the last year working on fic, solid, straight through, and i just finished some and i don’t have anything new immediately lined up behind it for the first time in a year and i’m afraid to start something new cuz i wanna finish the OLD stuff but i don’t wanna close the old stuff but i wanna be writing but i’m in between stories so i don’t know which one to start first so i’m just gonna stare at all the POTENTIAL ideas i could start writing on and wait until one of them steps forward and starts typing words and you would think by now i would have learned that this is not how this works but here we are.
*huge gasping breath*
Tonight my brain discovered that the lyrics to “Master of the House” from Les Miz scan to the traditional Shaker melody, “Simple Gifts,” and it WILL NOT STOP.
(Oh also TW for gore and animal harm, it’s the verse about sausages.)
I was looking forward to getting some writing done tonight but I just looked at our bookshelf and read “The Count of Monte Crisco” so maybe I should just go to bed