I need to cry. I was just hit with a ton of bricks to the face by the past. Can someone please pass me the acetone, chloroform and a base? I need to fucking explode.
Fit: Alright Ramon, I'm gonna tell you a bedtime story about nighttime.
Fit: Now, nighttime of course is when monsters come out, and they try and scare little eggs just like you. But, the thing about nighttime is that as long as you have a source of light, you will be safe. That's right. And Ramon, do you want to know what my source of light is on this island? It's you, my boy. You are my light on this island. Without you, I would be covered in darkness.
Fit: So, I'm just- I'm just so glad to have you as my boy. That's right.
Ramon: [Nods and holds up his totem]
Fit: Oh, Ramon... Yeah, that's right – you got that totem right there! You're going to be nice and safe with that as well! That's right. But I'm just uh– I'm glad you woke up today, Ramon. I was getting worried about you for a second, but no, you're a tough kid. So, I'm just glad you woke up.
I was doing some VOD watching as a bit of fact-checking / research for something I'm working on and got absolutely bodied by this thing Fit said to Ramon:
"You are my light my boy. Without you I would be covered in darkness."
imagine being karkat and two people you tried to pitch date (egbert and terezi) ended up pitch dating each other. like, imagine how embarrassing that would be.
thinking again about dunmeshistuck ages and having the strilondes meet at age 13 would be so fuckign funny. you are a half-dwarf named Dave of Stri'dir and your piece of shit tallman Bro appears to shove what looks like a baby elf in your arms and says that's your twin. you're just fucking holding this baby up and said baby is just staring at you from under her lacy little bonnet because and i cannot stress this enough, she is baby. five years later she is taller than you, speaking in full sentences, and refuses to acknowledge that said first meeting ever happened.
Because they wouldn't post together with 16-27, probably due to the format. This works as a nice break up though, since the next section is noticeably different in terms of quality.
Mollys death was foreshadowed strongly in a couple ways. he was reckless, always throwing himself into danger and willing to hurt himself to protect others. this attitude led to him being the first character to get knocked out in a fight. he wasn’t nice, but he was kind and fiercely loyal. he’d do anything for his friends, particularly Yasha and Jester. he didn’t get along with Beau but their relationship was starting to blossom into something friendlier. he didn’t know who he was, just woke up in an unmarked grave without a name. all we know about his past is that he’s from Shady Creek Run.
so of course he dies in a reckless attempt to save Yasha and Jester by throwing himself in front of Beau. of course he is buried in an unmarked grave on the road to Shady Creek
and of course, because of the improvised format, literally none of this could have been planned
the poem always fucks me up and it would do so any second of any year but ESPECIALLY today. "we made a life between haifa and beirut" and "we can breathe in christmas" and "we pray in el aqsa"