#L’Amour Rose

[starmaidengarden]

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐏𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐞 !

contexts: just some adorable headcanons about the pomefiore boys

— Vil : Rook : Epel : x gn!reader. no cw/tw. cute headcanons. pt5! Pic: Leo08ph on twt, dividers: uzmacchiato

Vil Schoenheit༉⋆｡˚

Daily Skincare Routine Together. Vil insists on doing your skincare with him. It's his love language—caring for you meticulously, applying toner with featherlight touches, and occasionally sneaking in a forehead kiss while you're wearing a sheet mask.

Jealous but Polished. If anyone flirts with you, Vil doesn’t cause a scene. Instead, he’ll glide up to you, wrap an arm around your waist, and smile icily at the interloper. “My treasure already has exquisite taste. There’s no room for competition.”

Movie Nights. Vil rarely lets himself unwind, but with you, he secretly loves cuddling under a luxury blanket, watching old films. He critiques the makeup and acting, but always ends up watching your expressions instead. Whenever you fall asleep, Vil carefully removes your makeup for you before tucking you in.

Calls you "Liebling," "Jewel," And when he’s feeling soft? Just your name, whispered like you’re sacred.

He secretly keeps a photo of you in his vanity drawer, taken when you weren’t looking. He thinks it’s your best candid shot.

He says "beauty is pain," but if you wince during any process, he’ll immediately stop and check if you're okay — even if it ruins the routine.

He adores it when you genuinely compliment his talents — not his looks, but his acting or potion-making. It makes him blush every time.

He’ll bring you fresh flowers after shoots or long days, claiming they “reminded him of you.”

Vil lets you touch his hair only when he’s in a very good mood — and your fingers through it is the quickest way to make him melt.

He lets you be your truest self around him, even if it’s messy or chaotic — because to him, your confidence is the most beautiful trait.

Rook Hunt༉⋆｡˚

Rook writes you poetry constantly — in different languages, dramatic formats, or on leaves he finds during walks. He leaves them for you to discover like little love notes.

You’ll often catch him watching you like you’re art, sighing dreamily. Even when brushing your teeth, he finds it "magnifique!"

Rook loves surprise hugs from behind, wrapping you in his cloak and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

He insists on escorting you everywhere, offering his arm like a fairytale noble — even if it’s just to the vending machine.

If you're shy about affection, Rook respects your pace but will sneak in kisses on your hand or forehead when you least expect it.

He teaches you archery — but always ends up distracted by how adorable your concentration face is.

Rook can tell your mood from the slightest change in your voice and will show up with your comfort item before you even say a word.

He calls you “Mon cœur” (my heart) and winks dramatically every time he says it.

Rook has absolutely written a love ballad about your laugh and performed it once under your window at 2 AM — lute and all. (grim is yelling at him to go home)

Random Sonnet Confessions. Rook wakes you up some mornings with heartfelt, slightly dramatic poetry praising your beauty, spirit, and “the ineffable aura that binds his heart to yours.”

Spontaneous Picnic Dates. He’ll pull you away with a spark in his eyes to a hidden corner of campus, lay out a patterned cloth, and produce perfectly prepared finger foods and a rose-shaped dessert. “Nature and l’amour—what better combination?”

Protective in an Unorthodox Way. Rook won’t threaten anyone, but they’ll mysteriously never bother you again. “I merely had a conversation.”

Epel Felmier༉⋆｡˚

Wants to Impress You Constantly. He’ll lift heavy things just to show off, then blush when you praise him. “Aw, it wasn’t nothin’... but ya saw that, right?” but Secretly Loves When You Baby Him. Though he protests, he secretly melts when you ruffle his hair, hug him from behind, or coo at how cute he is when he’s mad. His ears turn red every time.

Country Date Daydreams. Talks about wanting to take you to his hometown. “We could sit on the porch swing, eat fresh apples, and watch the stars… It’s really peaceful.”

Low-Key Affectionate. Holds your hand in his coat pocket when it’s cold, brings you little gifts like apple candies or carved trinkets, and mumbles “I missed ya” into your shoulder after class.

He surprises you with his delicious homemade apple treats, insisting they’re “no big deal,” even though you know he pours his heart into making them look perfect. He spends hours making each one just right.

You can pick up hints of cologne on him, yet he carries an alluring sense of applewood mingled with the crispness of fresh autumn air.

He lights up when you ask about his life at home. Just bring up his farm, and he’ll go on and on, with this glimmer in his eyes. He’ll even teach you how to tell if an apple is ripe just by the smell and talk about his hometown cider like it’s the best thing ever.

Incredibly loyal, he’s the kind of person who won't hesitate to jump to your defense the moment someone throws shade your way.

He completely changes when you wrap him in a cuddle, melting into warmth and affection. Yet, he can't help but play it cool, insisting, "This is silly," all the while staying firmly glued to your side.

[kaianqelic]

She regarded Dolasach with a contemplative hum before averting her gaze.

There was a while before she could answer, turning the words over in her head in a similar manner that she turned the cookie over in her own hand. People we miss... Undeniably it was a difficult topic, one that made her feel almost sheepish when she finally looked up again.

"Okay, okay, maybe not that deep," she laughed a little. "While I don't necessarily mind getting all personal, it's, maybe, a topic for another time?"

She put the cookie into her mouth as she adjusted her position, reaching over for a nearby notepad. Chewing thoughtfully, she flipped over to a new page. "Still, you're onto something, kinda! I mean, it's not totally morbid, there's like, this peace around letting go, right? If maybe you want to go with that kind of theme, then..."

She tapped the edge of her pen against the notepad. "How about a tribute to ourselves, then? The people we used to be, or something like that! And maybe if we want to avoid it being too personal, then we could make it general?"

A pause.

"What if it's not a poem... but a letter? Like, to the... past? Or something?"

continued from here ; @kaianqelic

Dolasach held her chin in thought. Despite not really intending to turn this project into any sort of gift or tribute, now that the idea's been brought up, it was hard to deny that it was a good idea.

A few words in particular stood out to her.

Maybe to bring a little piece of them with you everywhere you go?

"Maybe..." she began. "Maybe you're onto something. What if we work with the idea that this is for people we miss? It doesn't have to be anyone specific, but maybe just... People who've left us? Be it through passing on, falling out, growing apart...

Then she frowned and shook her head, remembering what she'd just said about what she wanted for this project. "Wait, no, that's a little too depressing..."

She bit her lip.

"But... Maybe we can put a more hopeful spin to it?"

With an indecisive sigh, Dolasach leaned back into her seat and ate the last of the cookie still in her hand before using the same hand to wave everything she said off.

"We don't have to go with that idea." She wasn't even sure who was reassuring with those words. "Would you even be okay with getting that personal and vulnerable for this?"

[forzalando]

🎶 + Charles 🥺 (ily)

What If You Change? - The Wldlfe (1.2k, slight angst/fluff, 18+)

Light streamed through gaps in the curtains - the beginning of the day’s sunrise casting a soft and gentle glow over Charles. 

You’d been awake for hours at this point, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest and gently tracing the sharp lines of his nose and jaw with your eyes. You wouldn’t dare touch him, wouldn’t dare to wake him from peaceful slumber despite your urge to caress every inch of him.

With each passing hour you grew more uneasy, more certain of the impending doom that had been on your mind since last night. It had been a perfect evening - dinner, dessert, dancing (awful dancing, but dancing nonetheless), candles, rose petals, mind-blowingly amazing sex that left you sore and speechless. 

It was beyond perfect, too perfect, and that yanked you suddenly and sharply out of the fantasy world that you’d been living in for the past two years. It wasn’t just the relationship that was perfect, it was undoubtedly Charles too. The kindest man you’ve ever known, the purest soul, he treated you like you were the most important thing in the world to him. Until the day you met him, you didn’t know it was even possible to love someone so much, because no one has ever made you feel the way he does.

It wasn’t an insecurity but rather the curse of overthinking, and no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t help but think that all of this would eventually come to an end. 

You’ve lived long enough to know that no matter how good something is, sometimes it leaves, walks away, ends, departs, doesn’t last forever, however you'd prefer to say it, even though you desperately want it to. And with Charles - losing forever with him just wasn’t an option. 

He’d never given you any reason to feel this way, had said himself many times that you were his forever, the love of his life, l’amour de ma vie. He’d said it just last night, his green eyes fixed onto your gaze as his hips rocked into yours. And, oh, you believed him wholeheartedly. Every murmured token of affection chased by heated kisses or the flick of his tongue, it was immortalized into your very soul. 

But, people change their minds, and that’s the paralyzing thought that has kept you from rest. 

Another half hour must have passed before Charles began to stir, stretching his arms up to the sky and then curling his body so that he was practically on top of you.

“How long have you been awake?” He hummed, nuzzling his nose against your neck and intertwining your legs. Your heart ached in your chest. 

“A few hours,” you whispered. “I watched the sunrise and you looked so beautiful in the morning light I just couldn’t look away.” 

“Well, then, we must stay in bed so you can get more rest. Do you want me to play with your hair? That always makes you sleepy.”

“Charles, you have so much to do today, that’s not fair. I’m fine, I promise.”

You smiled at him, your best attempt at one anyway, and prayed that his vision was still slightly blurry from sleep so he wouldn’t notice it was off. Unfortunately for you, Charles was perfectly observant and attuned to the emotions of those closest to him.

“You are not fine, what’s wrong, mon coeur?” The concern in his voice and sincerity in his eyes, life and conversation was always a safe space with Charles. There was a freedom to speak your mind and be honest in a way that you’d never shared with anyone before. 

You sat up slowly, wrapping your arms around your knees and exhaling a few times before answering his question. 

“I’m just worried that you’ll change your mind about me one day.” 

And there it was - out in the open, lingering in the air, an admission that was a natural fear and occurrence for an over-thinker such as yourself. Charles, however, was horrified at how casually you spoke, fearful that he hadn’t done enough to assure you that to him, forever with you was just as sure as the sun rising each morning and setting each night. 

“My love, that will never happen,” he whispered, rising to sit up with you and pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I meant every word I said last night.” He reached desperately for your hand, delicately stroking his thumb along your ring finger that carried new weight. In the excitement of the night before, and because of Charles’s insistence that you wear it while he made love to you, you’d forgotten to take it off before falling into your short, restless sleep.

You flexed your hand out in front of you, frowning at the diamond that wasn’t there the last time you’d woken up in the morning, the thing that spurred this spiral. It was perfect, beautiful, just as lovely as the man who got down on one knee just 12 hours ago and slid it onto your finger. 

“You look upset looking at it. Do you…regret saying yes?” He whispered softly, you’d never heard his voice so quiet.

“Absolutely not,” you affirmed. “I just don’t want you to wake up one day and regret asking. It’s not impossible, and thinking about how…inexplicably happy I am, how I couldn’t have even dreamed a life as beautiful as this, I just got in my own head a bit. A lot. And once I started, I couldn’t stop.” 

“I feel like that sometimes too, you know,” he smiled. “I can’t believe that I am so lucky that out of everyone in the world, I am the one you love. I worry that one day you’ll realize you’re far too good for me.” 

You opened your mouth to object, you could never, that’s absurd, he was made perfectly for you, but he silenced you quickly with his lips. Breathing him in, feeling the taught muscles of his back flex as you rubbed your hand up and down. It was electric, soothing, and euphoric all at once - indescribable, celestial.

“When I feel that way,” he murmured against your lips, “I remember this feeling. How every touch, every kiss, every moment with you feels like coming home. And I know that you love me just as much as I love you.”  

“You’re such a smooth talker, Leclerc,” you giggled, rubbing the tip of your nose against his. 

“Exactly, that’s how we’ve gotten this far, no? I sweet talk you into dating me, into my bed, into being my girlfriend, and now into being my fiancée.”

He smiled brightly at you - his eyes gleaming in the morning light and quelling any fears still lingering in your mind. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. “For everything, always.” 

“There’s no need to thank me, but you can lay down and go back to sleep with me,” he said as he pulled you into him and under the blankets. “You’re grumpy when you’re tired.” 

“Grumpy enough to scare you off?” You teased, yawning deeply as his fingers threaded through your hair and the warmth of his body eased all the tension you’d been holding in yours.  

“Never.”

[undinesea]

A rose, in the center of the day, wraps itself in the atmosphere; invisible arrow of love, a breeze comes to undo it, and under this sudden and brief wind one sees its brilliant petals fall.

Anna de Noailles, from Poème de l’Amour, XXXI

[coovieilledentelle]

"C’est une folie de haïr toutes les roses parce qu’une épine vous a piqué, d’abandonner tous les rêves parce que l’un d’entre eux ne s’est pas réalisé, de renoncer à toutes les tentatives parce qu’on a échoué. C’est une folie de condamner toutes les amitiés parce qu’une vous a trahi, de ne croire plus en l’amour juste parce qu’un d’entre eux a été infidèle, de jeter toutes les chances d’être heureux juste parce que quelque chose n’est pas allé dans la bonne direction. Il y aura toujours une autre occasion, un autre ami, un autre amour, une force nouvelle. Pour chaque fin, il y a toujours un nouveau départ."

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

[saintfelina]

it girl: the dozing duchess

spends most of her time luxurating in baths and rolling around in soft sheets and cuddling with her fluffy white cat. the dozing duchess prefers to stay in dreamland, her delicate facilities lend to her being sensitive, and her scent has to be delicate to match.

bath oil: since she sounds hours upon hours in her bath, she needs to keep her skin soft, supple and fill the steamy room with a comforting scent. avon skin so soft & sensual is something her mom or grandma bathed her in as a child, and she’s kept a bottle ever since. the soft florals remind her of a simpler time.

lotion: the matching lotion helps lock in the scent and the moisture. a crucial part of her daytime—nighttime—well any time routine. the act of putting on lotion is not just practical, but a method of self care.

perfume: anna sui l’amour rose EDT is a gentle watery rose suitable to sleep in. its not the rose petal or even the rose stem. its the dew drops dripping off the rose after the morning mist. it can lull you to sleep at night and gently ease you awake in the morning.

[chic-a-gigot]

L'Art et la mode, no. 5, vol. 10, 29 décembre 1888, Paris. A la Parisienne. E. Henry. La Parisienne, dessin original de F. Fournery. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Au gui l’an neuf! Quand tous ont leur part de bonheur, Blonde enfant de Paris, pourquoi ce pli rêveur En ton malicieux visage?

Tu vas perdre ton rire à compter tes doigts blancs… Voyons, naïve Hébé, mais les fleurs n’ont pas d'âge… Elles renaissent au printemps.

La belle de Milo revit, non plus entière; Mais, si ce n’était fait…, de jalouse colère Les bras lui tomberaient encore :

A te voir marcher dans ta grâce souveraine, impeccable de corps sous tes brocarts de reine, Parisienne aux cheveux d'or!

Sur le réseau d'azur de tes fins poignets roses De mes lèvres j’écris mille bien douces choses Et signe d’un baiser: c'est court!

Préferes-tu mon sang ? ou pour peu qu’il t’amuse. Si tu voulais mon cœur : parle, c'est toi sa Muse; Au gui l’an neuf: c’est toi l’amour.

1er janvier 1889.

[mymoonss]

⟡ ݁₊ . jegulus exes to lovers fame au - marauders setlist breakdown :)

you’re gonna go far - noah kahan

JEGULUS JEGULUS JEGULUS, “we ain’t angry at you, love; you’re the greatest thing we’ve lost.” those 2 verses sum up this whole fic. ALSO any noah kahan song just gives me james vibes :)

i can do it with a broken heart - taylor swift

“i’m so depressed, i act likes it’s my birthday everyday” GIVE JAMES A PERSONALITY THAT ISNT JUST HAPPY/SUNSHINE BOY. “im so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague” regulus “introvert” black “‘cause im so miserable and nobody even knows” james who puts his feelings aside to focus on his friends 🥲

casual - chappell roan

i don’t think this one needs an explanation… every ship in the marauders fandom fits under this song. no one can fight me on this

the greatest - billie eilish

james… my shaylaaaaa “all my love and patience” 🫠🫠

so long, london - taylor swift

“i didn’t opt in to be your odd man out” regulus not telling james why they broke up :’)

alley rose - conan grey

would i be mean if i said “i swore lips were made for lies” ?? tbh yes BUT fr tho my reggie stayyyy lying to james (doesn’t rlly make since until later chapters ;))

best- gracie abrams

there rlly isn’t one lyric that sticks out.. this whole song is toxic jegulus coded tho

loml - taylor swift

“you said im the love of your life” regulus fs said this to james at some point in their relationship in ANY universe. random take: anytime i hear this song i think of james being one of those: if we break up it isn’t going to be because i broke up with you boys, but he actually means it.

l’amour de ma vie [over now extended edit] - billie eilish

sirius being petty about remus’ (cheating) exes… SIRIUS BLACK IS THE MOST PETTY MF TO EXIST

bonus track:

tv - billie eilish

JAMES AFTER REGGIE BROKE UP WITH HIM CAUSE WE ALL KNOW HES DRAMATIC AS FUCK

[austerlitzborodinoleipzig]

Team Japan - Program announcements - Senior Skaters

So many announcements lately and with Dreams On Ice almost there I thought I'd do a recap

Kaori SAKAMOTO

SP - Time To Say Goodbye, by Andrea Boccelli

FS - La Vie En Rose/Hymne A L’Amour/Je Ne Regrette Rien, performed by Patricia Kaas

As for choreographer, that's still a mystery. FS could be Marie-France but Kaori had an EX, on the same music done by Satoko Miyahara so... And there's rumours that B E N O I T did one of her programs.

Mone CHIBA

SP - Sakura sakura, choreo by Guillaume Cizeron

FS - Romeo and Juliet (Abel Korzeniowsky), choreo by Lori Nichols

R&J one of my least fave warhorses. Mone, why...

Wakaba HIGUCHI

SP - My Way, choreo by Jeffrey Buttle

FS - Wonder Woman, choreo by Shae-Lynn Bourne

It's really retirement season.

Rinka WATANABE

SP - Moana 2, choreo by Kenji Miyamoto

FS - Jin

Rion SUMIYOSHI

SP - Alba Lullaby, choreo by Misha Ge

FS - Everlasting Light, choreo by Shae-Lynn Bourne

Seems like Rion's FS theme is AI getting sentience, and after Enchanteress and Divine Photosynthesis... I love that girl and her packaging choices !

Hana YOSHIDA

SP - Kill Bill, choreo by B E N O I T

FS - gives herself the summer to decide if she brings back Shakuhachi, or gets a new FS

LISTEN if she brings Shakuhachi back I NEED her to skate it in Milano, that's arguably the best women's FS of the entire quad !

Ami NAKAI

SP - new program, choreo by David Wilson

FS - Cinderella, choreo by David Wilson, recycled and reworked

Feels a bit juniorish but Cinderella was a very good fit for Ami

Shun SATO

SP - Ladies in Lavender, choreo by Guillaume Cizeron (recycled)

FS - Firebird, choreo by Guillaume Cizeron

Guillaume, listen to me, you want to do a Bejart program so bad...

Kao MIURA

SP - Sunset on M/Sturm I-Fear, by Dardust, choreo by Benoit Richaud

FS - Phantom of the Opera - choreo by Benoit Richaud

Ooooh Benoit is cooking with these choices

Tatsuya TSUBOI

SP - Anniversary, by Yoshiki, choreo by Massimo Scali

Kazuki TOMONO

SP - That's It (I'm Crazy), choreo by Shae-Lynn Bourne

FS - Halston, choreo by Misha Ge

Those ones also scream retirement

Shunsuke NAKAMURA

SP - Yesterday, choreo by Misha Ge

FS - The Last Samuraï, choreo by Kana Muramoto

Notable skaters who've yet to announce their programs

Rino MATSUIKE

Sota YAMAMOTO

Yuma KAGIYAMA who's instead released a cryptic sequence of emojis. (Yuma you want to bring back Werther so baaaaaaddddd....)

[tournevole]

« – Je t’aime, dit le Petit Prince.

– Moi aussi je te veux, dit la rose.

– Ce n’est pas pareil, répondit le Petit Prince.

Vouloir, c’est prendre possession de quelque chose, de quelqu’un. C’est chercher chez les autres ce qui peut remplir nos besoins personnels d’affection, de compagnie…

Vouloir, c’est chercher à faire nôtre ce qui ne nous appartient pas, c’est s’approprier ou désirer quelque chose pour nous combler, parce qu’à un moment donné, quelque chose nous manque…

Aimer, c’est désirer le meilleur pour l’autre, même s’il a des aspirations différentes des nôtres.

Aimer, c’est permettre à l’autre d’être heureux, même si son chemin est différent du mien. C’est un sentiment désintéressé qui naît d’un don de soi, c’est se donner entièrement à partir de notre coeur.

Quand on aime, on donne sans rien demander en échange, pour le simple et pur plaisir de donner. Mais il est aussi certain que ce don, ce don de soi, complètement désintéressé, ne se fait que quand on connaît. Nous ne pouvons aimer que ce que nous connaissons, parce qu’aimer veut dire se jeter dans le vide, faire confiance à la vie et à l’âme. L’âme ne s’achète, ni se vend. Et connaître, c’est justement tout savoir de toi, de tes joies, de ta paix, mais aussi de tes contrariétés, de tes luttes, de tes erreurs. Parce que l’amour transcende les disputes, la lutte et les erreurs, l’amour, ce n’est pas uniquement pour les moments de joie.

Aimer, c’est la confiance absolue que, quoi qu’il se passe, tu seras toujours là. Non parce que tu me dois quelque chose, non par possession égoïste, mais juste être là, en compagnie silencieuse.

Aimer, c’est savoir que le temps n’y changera rien, ni les tempêtes, ni mes hivers.

Aimer, c’est donner à l’autre une place dans mon cœur pour qu’il y reste comme un père, une mère, un fils, un ami, et savoir que dans son cœur à lui, il y a une place pour moi.

Donner de l’amour ne vide pas l’amour, au contraire, il l’augmente. La manière de donner autant d’amour, c’est d’ouvrir son cœur et de se laisser aimer.

– J’ai compris, dit la rose.

– Ne cherche pas à comprendre l’amour, vis-le, dit le Petit Prince… »

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

[nemosisworld]

L’amour, c’est un grand frisson, un grain de folie,

un tourbillon de sentiments.

Josiane Coeijmans

*

Ruby Rose

[coovieilledentelle]

“Merci pour les roses. Merci pour les épines. La vie n’est pas une fête perpétuelle. C’est une vallée de larmes, mais aussi une vallée de roses.” – Jean d’Ormesson

Parfois, aimer, c’est accepter les roses et les épines qui viennent avec. C’est comprendre que la vie n’est pas faite uniquement de moments doux, mais aussi de douleurs qui sculptent nos cœurs. C’est savoir que chaque larme éclaire les moments de bonheur, tout comme chaque joie éclaire les épreuves. Aimer, c’est se rappeler que dans la vallée de la vie, l’amour trouve sa beauté dans cet équilibre fragile entre les larmes et les sourires, entre les épines et les pétales.

[saintfelina]

combo of the day is sleepy princessmaxxing. the soft cuddly musk of kitten fur blends perfectly with the dewy fresh rose scent of l’amour rose which turns out i have the edt! not the edp so no caramel macaron and cotton candy for me but this is still a nice little scent

[alexar60]

Silence

Silence

« Donne-moi une chance de te reconquérir. »

« Je ferai tout pour continuer à te séduire. »

Les phrases viennent, mais restent vides de sens.

Car l’amour a  perdu toute son essence.

…

Et moi, je reste bêtement assis

A regarder nos ombres sur le mur

Figées par notre avenir indécis.

Quant à toi, tu es déjà partie,

Après avoir effacé le futur

Que notre passé avait écrit.

…

« Donne-moi une chance de te reconquérir. »

« Seul, je ne vais pas pouvoir m’en sortir.»

Les mots ne sortent pas, je reste muet.

Comme la rose, notre amour est fané.

…

Et moi, je pleure pour nos ombres

Qui ne s’étreindront jamais plus,

Dès qu’arrive la pénombre.

Quant à toi, tu as raison de rompre

Car nous ne nous aimons plus

Malgré l’impression que tout s’effondre.

…

« Donne-moi une chance de te reconquérir. »

« Je ferai tout pour continuer à te séduire. »

Je détourne les yeux et préfère ne rien dire.

Alors tu pars, en me laissant un dernier sourire.

Alex@r60 – janvier 2024

Photo par Andropang

[inemi]

« Voici mon secret. Il est très simple : on ne voit bien qu’avec le coeur. L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux. » Le Petit Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.

-« Je t’aime dit le petit prince. »

« – Moi aussi je te veux, dit la rose.

– Ce n’est pas pareil…, répondit le Petit Prince

… vouloir, c’est c’est prendre possession de quelque chose, de quelqu’un. C’est chercher chez les autres ce qui peut remplir nos besoins personnels d’affection, de compagnie… Vouloir, c’est chercher à faire nôtre ce qui ne nous appartient pas, c’est s’approprier ou désirer quelque chose pour nous combler, parce qu’à un moment donné, quelque chose nous manque.

Aimer, c’est désirer le meilleur pour l’autre, même s’il a des aspirations différentes des nôtres.

Aimer, c’est permettre à l’autre d’être heureux, même si son chemin est différent du mien. C’est un sentiment désintéressé qui naît d’un don de soi, c’est se donner entièrement à partir de notre coeur.

Quand on aime, on donne sans rien demander en échange, pour le simple et pur plaisir de donner. Mais il est aussi certain que ce don, ce don de soi, complètement désintéressé, ne se fait que quand on connaît. Nous ne pouvons aimer que ce que nous connaissons, parce qu’aimer veut dire se jeter dans le vide, faire confiance à la vie et à l’âme. L’âme ne s’achète, ni se vend. Et connaître, c’est justement tout savoir de toi, de tes joies, de ta paix, mais aussi de tes contrariétés, de tes luttes, de tes erreurs. Parce que l’amour transcende les disputes, la lutte et les erreurs, l’amour, ce n’est pas uniquement pour les moments de joie.

Aimer, c’est la confiance absolue que, quoi qu’il se passe, tu seras toujours là. Non parce que tu me dois quelque chose, non par possession égoïste, mais juste être là, en compagnie silencieuse.

Aimer, c’est savoir que le temps n’y changera rien, ni les tempêtes, ni mes hivers.

Aimer, c’est donner à l’autre une place dans mon coeur pour qu’il y reste comme un père, une mère, un fils, un ami, et savoir que dans son coeur à lui, il y a une place pour moi.

Donner de l’amour ne vide pas l’amour, au contraire, il l’augmente. La manière de donner autant d’amour, c’est d’ouvrir son coeur et de se laisser aimer.

– J’ai compris, dit la rose

– Ne cherche pas à comprendre l’amour, vis-le, dit le Petit Prince. »

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Intro post!!

Fanfic Masterlist | Current WIPs

Hi!! You can call me Zoë, and my pronouns are she/her :)

(last updated 7/27/2025)

Some prominent facts about me:

- I’m a demisexual lesbian who posts occasionally and mainly reblogs stuff I find visually appealing

- For positionality context, I am a white cis USAmerican woman (specifically from the south; I have a love/hate relationship with it)

- I am undiagnosed but suspect I am somewhere on the autism spectrum

- I am a fanfic writer!! You can find my ao3 account here

- I consume a LOT of media; I mainly watch a lot movies, read a lot of books, and listen to a lot of music, though I am trying to get into TV shows more

- I enjoy asks and DMs! We don’t have to be mutuals, just don’t be weird :)

- I do not have a tagging system really; I mainly use my tags as an extra space to rant so this is like the Wild West (you can find fandom specific posts usually through ship names like Anderperry or Reddie)

- DNIs: if you’re homophobic, a nazi, transphobic, a terf, ableist, an ed/pro-ana tumblr account, fatphobic, racist, a white supremacist, anti-semitic, a zionist, misogynist, a conservative, or if you’re just mean tbh. I can and will block anyone who gives me bad vibes so keep that in mind when interacting <3

Fandoms:

- Dead Poets Society (mainly Anderperry)

- IT (mainly Reddie)

- I have other fandoms that I write for/have written for which I’m not super active in like The Batman, Stranger Things, and The Goldfinch

- I also have fandoms that I’ve only read fanfic for that I’m not super involved in that I could geek out about like The Maze Runner, Detroit: Become Human, One Direction, Criminal Minds, Heartstopper, etc.

Interests:

Music:

- I listen to practically every genre (besides post-9/11 country music), but I tend to gravitate more towards sad indie, 1970s folk, or instrumental score music!

- For example, some of my favorites are Sufjan Stevens, Mitski, Bon Iver, Ethel Cain, Black Country New Road, Lucy Dacus, Radiohead, Adrienne Lenker, Elliott Smith, Car Seat Headrest, Fleetwood Mac, Simon & Garfunkel, Nick Drake, Talking Heads, George Harrison, Al Green, Tia Blake, Labi Siffre, Emile Mosseri, Masayoshi Takanaka, Philip Glass, Masakatsu Takagi, Colin Stetson, Jonny Greenwood, Aphex Twin, Mort Garson, Mamman Sani, etc.

Books:

- I prefer to read literary fiction (particularly realistic fiction), but I also try to read a good amount of poetry and nonfiction as well! (If you want to be mutuals on Storygraph, DM me!)

- My favorite books of all time are Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, The Little Prince, The Song of Achilles, The Miseducation of Cameron Post, Catcher in the Rye, Crush, The Virgin Suicides, Beloved, The Secret History, The Color Purple, The Awakening, Devotions, The Giver, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, The Book Thief, The Goldfinch, There There, Giovanni’s Room, The Bluest Eye, Gorilla My Love, Written on the Body, and The Dream of a Common Language!!

Movies:

- I’ll watch any and everything, although my personal taste leans towards coming-of-age, queer, weird, sad, and/or arthouse cinema. (If you want to be mutuals on Letterboxd, DM me!)

- Some of my favorite movies are Where Is the Friend’s House?, Little Miss Sunshine, Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters, Perfect Blue, The Company of Strangers, Swiss Army Man, Being John Malkovich, Everything Everywhere All At Once, Dead Poets Society, Parasite, the Spiderverse movies, Her, Moonlight, The Holdovers, The Favourite, City of God, La Haine, Kung Fu Panda, But I’m a Cheerleader, The Lego Batman Movie, Videodrome, Funny Games, My Own Private Idaho, Happy Together, Daisies, Tampopo, The Last Black Man in San Francisco, Vive L’Amour, the Muppet movies, Funeral Parade of Roses; the list could go on and on and on haha.

TV Shows:

- I don’t watch a lot of TV, but I usually prefer shows with tight-knit plots that don’t drag on for too many seasons. I also like game shows and cartoons! (If you want to be mutuals on Serializd, DM me!)

- Some of my favorite shows are Avatar: The Last Airbender, Jeopardy, I Am Not Okay With This, Stranger Things (specifically the first two seasons), Smiling Friends, Fellow Travelers, Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared, The Amazing World of Gumball, Young Royals, Over the Garden Wall, Pen15, The Bear, Heartstopper, Bob’s Burgers, Reservation Dogs, Barry, etc.

Video Games:

- I am definitely not a gamer, but I spent much of my adolescence watching gaming YouTubers play and live out my dreams of completing games I couldn’t afford. I mainly love indie games and also Nintendo franchises!

- Some of my favorite video games are Stardew Valley, Life is Strange, Zelda (both BOTW and TOTK), Inside, Detroit: Become Human, Papers Please, Overcooked 2, MySims Agents, Until Dawn, Sonic Adventure DX, Zelda Wind Waker, Super Smash Bros. Brawl, Kirby’s Return to Dreamland, Unpacking, fnaf, etc.

Miscellaneous Interests:

- I’m into a lot of random stuff that doesn’t really fall under the other categories, so I’m putting it all here!

- Paul Dano, Smosh, crocheting, physical media collection, Game Grumps, Letterboxd, making sad edits, Ayo Edebiri, drawing occasionally, Drew Gooden, slay graphic tees, Criterion Collection, flavored lemonade, Louis Tomlinson, sour candy, looking up the definition of words, Mary Oliver, making time-accurate playlists, going to concerts (I’ve been to 26 so far), etc.

Challenges:

- Because I am insane, I have dedicated myself to random challenges just because I can. Right now, I’m trying to read a book (36/200), watch a movie (73/200), and listen to an album (32/200) from every country! I’m also trying to watch a movie for every year cinema has existed just because (90/125). As a rule of thumb, I usually try to read 44 books every year (26/44) since that’s the goal I’ve kept since 2022!

- If you have any suggestions/recommendations for any of my challenges, please tell me! Even if I’ve read/seen/heard something from that country, I still like adding stuff to my list to consume later!

Posts I’m proud of:

To end this, here are some posts I’m happy with/want to keep track of!

- Showed my friend DPS | DPS hot takes | DPS journey | Cameron analysis

- Homophobic little brother part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

- Yearning web weaving | not yourself web weaving | religious trauma web weaving

- 2024 movie recs | top 10 movies in gifs | top 100 movies | Letterboxd lists | weird movie recs | Eastern Europe movie recs

- Fanfic excerpt | 10k hits on my fic | fanfic connection | how I imagined Anderperry in my fic | fanfic “or” statements | fanfic asks part 1, part 2

- Media consumption final boss | Mitski uquiz | fake idgafer | doomed narrative yaoi

- Personal poem part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

- Music recs part 1, part 2, part 3 (new wave) | best film scores | my Spotify daylist titles