alivepoetsblog

[alivepoetsblog]

-Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

[alivepoetsblog]

Kanej

Wesper

Helnik

[alivepoetsblog]

[alivepoetsblog]

I miss you more than I remember you.

- Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

[alivepoetsblog]

Imagine if you will:

Years post Crooked Kingdom, Kaz and Inej are married. One day, Inej brings up the possibility of children. Instead of immediately shutting her down like she expected, Kaz agrees. But instead of having kids biologically, he has another plan.

That night they walk the streets of Ketterdam, and they find the children that have lost parents, that are sleeping in the streets, that spend their days searching for work so they can survive.

They offer the children a hot meal, somewhere safe to sleep. Inej can take them away on her ship if they want, back to their home country, or wherever else they want to go. Or, if they don't have anywhere, they can stay.

Kaz teaches those who stay how to pick locks, and how to find good paying (if less than honest) work. Inej teaches them how to climb and where to walk in the city to stay safe from slavers. Together they teach the children to fight.

They spend weeks on The Wraith all together, freeing the enslaved and travelling the world. There are mass sleepovers at the Van Eck mansion, where Uncle Jesper tells stories of the time their parents broke into the ice court, when they took down the biggest Barrel boss (before the biggest boss was Dad, of course) and Uncle Wylan teaches them how to play music.

They travel to Ravka, where they meet the King, who they can't quite believe once struck a deal with their father. They train with Aunt Nina, who tells them about the fjerdan soldier who gave his life to save her, and shows them her unique power.

Then one day, when their oldest children come to Kaz and ask why they were adopted. He'll tell the story of Uncle Jordie, and how Kaz knew he couldn't watch from the sidelines as the same thing happened to other children, now that he had the power to help.

[alivepoetsblog]

[alivepoetsblog]

my suitcase contains eleven books, two tarot decks, and too many of my grandpa’s sweaters

[alivepoetsblog]

"She’s prettier than you"

lol, Idc

"She knows more languages than you"

*slaps table in academic inferiority*

[alivepoetsblog]

Bitches be like "sorry I have other plans, I can't go out" when their other plans consist of reading gay fanfic and crying

It's me, I'm Bitches

[alivepoetsblog]

[alivepoetsblog]

Darkly academic things to do if (like me) you're in isolation:

Write letters to your friends and family, detailing how boring it is to be at home all day.

Sew a complete outfit of historical garments.

Teach yourself a craft with the supplies that you already have (or order them online).

Follow historical recipes.

Write King Lear.

Binge all of your unread books, or hold a read-a-thon.

Become paranoid because there's a raven following you around, saying 'nevermore'.

Redecorate your rooms in a way fit for a tasteful gothic manor.

Drink copious amounts of tea.

Work on improving a skill (such as painting in a certain medium or embroidery).

Have a Buzzfeed Unsolved marathon.

Catch up on work that you've missed, taking your time to make your work ~aesthetically pleasing~.

Pretend it's 1653 and hide from the black death.

Learn a piece of music on your instrument.

Mend any clothes that have tears or broken buttons.

Spring clean.

Plant flowers for the summer.

Cry because your exams are likely to be delayed, meaning that your next year's of education will be messed up and you won't have summer holidays.

Take on a research project (if you have the time) on a topic that you enjoy and want to know more about.

[alivepoetsblog]

Oh, to be in an Austen Adaptation

[alivepoetsblog]

I’m sensing some of you are gay…

[alivepoetsblog]

“I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the door to the temple.”

― Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays.

[Paintings by Claude Monet]

[alivepoetsblog]

I change my mind about a lot of things very often. Clothes I wore every day have been donated, I don’t even know where my best friends from high school live anymore, my favorite food is different than it was last year, my favorite song is different than it was last week. There are very few things I need and the things I want can be different tomorrow. So the fact that I keep coming back to you means something- because if something stands the test of time with me it’s rare and it matters. But never forget that I don’t need you, I want you. And that’s the only reason you’re here.

[alivepoetsblog]

[alivepoetsblog]

So badly want to get into an ivy league