The idea that, if Eleven and Matilda ever met they would be enemies or fight is totally ludicrous. Matilda would take one look in Eleven’s lost, angry eyes, and take her in. She’d be patient and thorough, teaching her new words every day, and they would share chocolates and roller skate and have regular kid fun. Matilda would show her board games but Eleven would insist on cards. They’d both cheat and see who was better at getting away with it. Eleven would teach Matilda how to move larger objects with her powers and be utterly fucking thrilled by the story of revenge on Ms. Trunchbull.
They would be thick as thieves and no one can convince me otherwise.
Matilda and eleven both had shit ass childhoods and the concept they’d fight is surreal
Mmm but, I know what you like. Baby. Can I come over, come over?
I don’t bump Syd’s music enough.
Syd’s music is like a siren song to me. It makes me feel like I’m getting hit on appropriately, so I become receptive to foolishness. I’d accept a date with almost anyone after listening to this music.
