#while writing

The cashier at the grocery store closest to the station, who has A shifts schedule basically memorized, wondering why no one is coming by to get food for family dinners anymore. The guy at the farmers market wondering where his regular with all the great recipes went. The neighbors he's never met faintly remembering the smell of bbqs on weekends and sounds of laughter coming from the backyard of a burned down house. The ex partners of firefighters never really belonging in the group but always remembering the kind captain with a welcoming smile and wonderful food who made them feel welcome in a group as tight knit as a fire house. The kids on class trips who may never know he's gone but finding pictures of them on a class trip years later wearing a too big jacket with the name Nash on it. The firefighters who transferred out of the 118 who hold kind words and good advice close to their heart. The dispatcher so used to the one voice of reason in the midst of the chaos that are calls for the 118, wondering where their team spirit went. People at his AA meetings, knowing they could always depend on Bobby, knowing he'd never pass judgement. Members of his church, who sat behind him for years sometimes seeing a familiar head and thinking it's him. It never is. The future captains of the 118 being held to a standard they can never achieve, because one man changed what leadership in the LAFD means. The legend of the 118 under Captain Nash haunting the department and the station. Robert Han who will grow up with a name that comes with a legacy he will never fully get. Just the impression of a hole someone left in his family.

Lmao when you accidentally make a (third) courting gift and give it to your crush during their first heat-

Also accidentally convincing their 1/4th working brain that you're mates.

AND HIS DAD FIND OUT.

Daniel: *sure says something*

A Few Of Your Own by Noah Kahan is the official song for Before We Knew Better.

I can’t explain it. I just know it.

I was just sitting here and thinking.

About Gil-galad of course (DUHH 💀).

And him never marrying or having children. So, what if him losing his father (*clears throat*: Fingon. 🤨) and then his uncle (which would then be Turgon) traumatized not only him ofc but also his mother so much, that from observing her grief and loss, he swore never to inflict such pain onto another heart, thereby swearing off love?

ok enough torture I'll shut up