Angel

"man this is stupid fuck school it's boring and absolute shit"

"no we don't say that."

"fuck you >:("

My reasoning is that Darry would’ve been four when Soda was born, and pretty much every four-year-old ever thinks that soda is the greatest drink in the world. So of course, he decided to name his baby brother after one of his favorite things—some sodapop!

The medieval peasant I went back in time to give a bag of Doritos to, concerned: what terrible and powerful sorcerers they must have in your age, to be able to veil the vault of heaven itself from view, as you say

Me, sniffling: I didn’t realize, I can’t, it’s so much, I, I… are the chips good, at least?

“Oh but this language sounds scary-“ have you heard a child speak it while pointing at a butterfly?

“Oh but this language sounds silly-“ have you heard someone’s grandma recite a recipe with such practiced ease it comes off as poetry?

“Oh but this language is really weird-“ and yours isn’t? Everyone’s language is weird, dumbass, it came free with your fucking humanity.

Every tongue that is spoken is a work of art. Every language a unique window into the world.

It’s not that he’s not social but there is a choice for separating himself, he likes to lone it to movies or sit and draw or read on his own. He’s quiet too, but part of that is being the kid brother and only now is he really getting that voice of his own. For as opinionated as he is I think it’s easy to forget how much of it he keeps to himself, weather if he thinks folks won’t understand or doesn’t want to get whipped is up to the day.