So my baby's sisters absolute favourite book is Flowers For Algernon and I'm pretty okay at binding books so for Xmas I'm giving her a cool rebound version.
But here's the thing. It's a journal, right? And she loves when shit feels real you know like when books set in the 1800s have yellowed pages and those rough edges and shit. So I got it into my head that I'm going to actually write it out by hand, with the handwriting style reflecting the mastery of language that changes throughout the story (i.e. blocky and rudimentary at first, evolving into quicker possibly cursive as he learns, then blocky again but shaky at the end). I'm doing the short version bc I love my sister but not enough to handwrite 200 pages in different fonts.
So anyways this is a Project so anyone who sees this do me a favor and yell at me to work on it so it actually gets done this year lol.
once again i was fueled with coffee (did not sleep the whole night) but this time i doodled college au to cope bc ofc i did (also did not feel like sleeping wooo)
My personal take on Patrochilles is that they are both lovers AND friends. You know how a relationship often starts with a friendship first??? Well they never grew out of the friendship part of their relationship. But their relationship is neither romantic nor platonic. They just,,, are. There was never strictly a time where they stopped being platonic and started being romantic - the lines of the nature of their relationship are really blurry - as they grew older they just started displaying affection in different ways. There was never a need to put a label on their relationship. Because like,, why have Achilles lose just a friend or just a lover - when he could lose a lover, a friend, a best friend, a brother, a comrade, a partner-in-crime ALL in one??? Really drives home the idea of Achilles' grief and rage - he literally lost the man who was everything to him.
oh nothing, just thinking about the first time you hold Vash while you two sleep.
he's so so hesitant when you curl up next to him. wrapping your arms around him has him going stiff as a board, but you knew that would happen. you tell him to just relax, go to sleep. he doesn't for hours.
he tries to relax, like you say. but every little movement has him going still. his thoughts are awash with worry - what if you don't actually want to hold him? what if he wakes you? what if your arm goes numb? his fight or flight kicks in, and he thinks about leaving every other second, believing he's the worst cuddle partner and that you deserve better. this was the worst idea ever.
when you roll away in your sleep, however, it has Vash longing for your touch again. without really even thinking about it, he pulls you close again. this time he's the one wrapped around you, not the other way. and it feels good. it feels so good. he doesn't mind when your head puts his flesh arm to sleep, and he finds out he loves feeling your breath fan across his collar bone. when you burrow your head into his chest with a sleepy grumble, he melts. Vash manages to brush his lips on your forehead while you sleep, giving in to temptation. he brushes his hand through your hair carefully, and finally, finally, is able to sleep. this was the best idea ever.
wow I didn’t think reblogging that tea post and then seeing people’s tags would deal me such strong psychic damage. come over I can fix you I can find a tea you will like. “I don’t like tea” how can you say that as a blanket statement when there are so many vastly different kinds of tea. head in hands
My bbg Annabel lee deserves all your love and affection as well as a hug, c'mon guys give the poor lesbian a hug
(thank you for reading my horrible random lurk post. This was written at 6 am after 2 and a half all-nighters in a row. But, like a wise man once told me, do shit while you're sleep deprived so you have bigger balls. Not sure if that applies to posting on Tumblr but I'm gonna go drink some coffee now and simp over Annabel Lee.)
Just signed up for the bachelor’s thesis course (today’s the deadline; very on character, gotta leave till the last possible day) Crying screaming throwing up??? I’m hella stressed abt it