#will rants

Wait

Will Graham- AAAAA Naurrrr

I’m sorry hunny, but at this moment while it’s 1.50 am and I’m literally lying on a hospital bed because my bad leg flared up, I really don’t give a shit if you think I’m attention seeking or a bitch.

I won't lie and say ford doesn't get hate, because he does. There's a line between hating ford and being critical of ford. the difference is that people who are critical of ford still really like him as a character. The ford apologists in question take the criticism as hate.

ford did some things wrong, but he learned from them, and that's what part of makes him a good character. that's part of why the end of the show is so touching, why the end of journal three hits home. he learns to admit he's wrong and owns up to his actions.

I think some of the hate is overblown, but only in the context of someone being unable to take criticism themselves, much less a character they really like or relate to. and you're allowed to be hurt, but don't lash out or guilt trip people for being critical of a character.

I miss my old best friend, and one person on this site might think I’m talking about a different person but NO!

(Do hope their doing well though, actually I hope that the person on this site and that other person are doing well)

I’m talking about my best friend from 6 years ago.

My first friend, my best friend, the one I promised I would never leave, that we would be friends forever, that no matter what way the world tilt us, it would be us. And now those promises plague my mind and heart, because neither of us could keep them.

I moved, and he stayed where he was.

We were so foolish and young, so excited to grow up together.

3 years ago our two schools were doing a competition. It had like 4 other schools, but I knew that he was the kind of kid to play that sport, we both were. I asked a classmate of his, they told me he was looking for me too, that we could really, Finallt, find eachother. I saw him, and his red tinted hair.

He smiled at me despite the fact I had changed so much. He hadn’t changed all that much, gotten a bit taller, skin a bit darker, but still, after all. Still him.

I went to go approach him, but we were pulled away by our classes.

We did the race, I couldn’t find him after, I spent 2 and a half hours looking, I asked one of his classmates, they told me he was looking for my aswell, that he, we getting fed up he couldn’t find me.

We never found eachother that day. That small, brief smile was the last one I ever saw.

I miss him more than anything.

I miss playing Pokemon in the back of the bus, I miss drawing shitty things with him during class, I miss trading lunches and being his friend.