Ok this might be autistic, but this screencap from Elissa made me laugh real hard, because I imagined Rekieta passionately reading the Invictus poem. I mean, passionately, fully believing in every word. With his nasal, slurred voice. And his legacy of being an alcoholic self-destructive coomer. I don't know if it would make you giggle too, but i hope it will
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INVICTUS
Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.