when you think you’ve screwed something up but it all turns out ok in the end
a magician asks you to pick a card - any card, in fact. you do. they ask you to put the card back in the pack - anywhere in the pack, in fact. you do. they walk away. ten years later, your wife gives birth to the six of clubs. “is this your card?” the midwife asks, in a familiar voice.
what the fuck
like i try to be accepting of all pairings but certain ones just. nah. nope. no thanks. no thank u. u can ship that all u want. just keep it away from me. far, far away. don’t want to hear about it. don’t want to see it. keep it away