What’s the worst that could happen? Irony could protect me from disappointment. (I didn’t even make it into flight school?? Yeah cause it was a joke all along )
Best-case scenario I’m in a space shuttle looking out at the stars and I realize it was all worth it. Maybe seeing the world like that would take my breath away.
What the fuck is up with olden fathers getting mad at and traumatizing their child bc he blames them for their mother’s dead-during-birth?? Like you’re the one who got her pregnant, you literally never had to have kids??
Love it when fic writers obviously fashion the reader after themself. Teaching real gardening tips?? Yes baby you know I love it when you talk practicality w me
@bapplesnapple I literally just looked through 27 of my 53 currently open ao3 tabs just to find this fic because that line aside it was actually pretty cute—
It’s called Tiny Terror, by Catsitta,,, lamias are neat,,,,,,,,