#kill me
my lowest moment in life is when my class was taking history finals & cypher pt 3 played at full volume and everyone looked at me
What is wrong with me? I feel like no one needs me. I’m so lonely. I fuck up everything and everyone. I’m so useless and I’m sick of it.. Give me one reason why should l stay alive..
Okay but where is my meet cute AU where the Falcs do a “win a day with a falconer” auction and Jack is being bid on and my child looks so awkward and slightly terrified, gets won by mysterious gentleman in the back and silently dreads the day he’ll have to spend with this guy only to realize the guy is the most angelic southern cutie he’s ever seen, who bid on him because “sweetheart you looked so scared that 80-year old widower in the Leopard jumpsuit was going to win you I had to bid”???????
Sorry. I wrote the fic (Part 1 of 2???)
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Jack knows this is part of their “make Jack Zimmermann into an actual-human” plan, that it’s good for press, for the team, and for charities. That doesn’t mean it’s any less intimidating. It sort of helps that Tater and Poots are in the same boat, but only for the weeks leading up to, not when he’s seconds away from standing on a stage and being bid on.
“You will do good, Zimmbonni!” Tater had clapped his back. Jack took a moment to wince and roll out his shoulder while they filed out of George’s office, the knowledge of this event making Tater grin like a child and Poots blush. “Maybe take off shirt, have girls bid, yes?”
At that, Poots had laughed, “With that face he won’t have to, Tates.”
Tater stopped Jack in his tracks and grabbed his cheeks, “Maybe smile then, ok?”
Jack playfully swatted him away and went, “Okay.”
Completely unrelated to anything I’m going through
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