emrys (& co)

i talk a lot abt our experiences w our fictives bc they’re near the front the most but there’s also something incredibly healing about having grown up watching peter pan and then later realizing that the grubby kid you used to be who pretended to be a lost boy is Still There In Your Head, fully incapable of aging and fucking loving it, living their best life. no shirt no shoes no problem they’re running around climbing rocks and making potions in a noneuclidean wood and they only front to eat dinosaur chicken nuggets and engage with childhood interests. i’d say “god i wish that were me” but they’re literally just a younger version of myself so like