So, you’re telling me that this Mike Wheeler right here is the same Mike Wheeler who:
Made it his soul mission to find Will when everyone else - including his friends - believed him to be dead.
Who sobbed into his mother’s arms when he himself believed Will had died.
Who recognised Will’s voice within 0.5 seconds of him singing over a pretty shitty, pretty static, 1983 model walkie talkie.
Who dragged Will away from Halloween so they could talk through his trauma and told him he wouldn’t leave him alone.
Who slept in a hospital chair right next to Will so he never had to leave his side.
Who told Will that asking him to be his friend was the best thing he’s ever done.
Who noticed any slight change to Will’s demeanour within a split second.
Who biked through a thunderstorm to apologise for being twat because he couldn’t stand Will being mad at him any longer than necessary?!
RIP Mike Wheeler, I guess🫡
you’ve heard of ‘innocent until proven guilty’; now get ready for ‘bi until proven hetero’
*Kaz walks out hiding photos*
Nina: whatcha got there Kaz
Jesper: is it a picture of you staring at inej because you do that a lot tbh
Nina: is it you smiling, are you embarrassed
Kaz: not that you need to know but its plans for the bank and its surroundings
*Kaz leaves*
*later*
Kaz: you want to know what's actually in those photos?
Kaz: *showing jesper photos of kaz baking with flour in his hair*
Jesper: *in awe* why are you showing me these
Kaz: because no one... will ever believe you
Jesper: you absolute monster
Do you guys also suddenly get like three new personalities, two new dream jobs and several mental breakdowns after binging a TV show or are you normal??
But I still don't know how to hold your hand without reading the ugliness of my own, But I can't contain my soul from enveloping yours !
Web weaving about holding hands an emotion
{quotes:Mary Ruefle/uk/Francis Forever Song by Mitski/The Hand Has Twenty-Seven Bones by Natalie Diaz/Hélène Cixous, from “Olivier De Serres- A Single Passion Two Witnesses,” Love Itself: In the Letter Box (Polity Press, 2008) /uk /Saadi Youssef, from ‘Solos on the Oud’, Without an Alphabet, Without a Face: Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa) /fatima aamer bilal, from her garden yearns more for visitors than water. }
good morning tumblrinas
“this character is dead” to you maybe. I don't know where y'all live but I live in denial
Sometimes I put my face up against my dog while he's sleeping to feel his little lungs expand and his little heart beat and I am struck by the beauty of of life and the miracle of nature to evolve for thousands of years just to create one little guy and put him in my house