Plucking a fruit from a tree that you've planted and eating it right then and there shouldn't feel so amazingly joyous. We're so disconnected from what we were originally put on this planet for that even something that basic and that should happen every single day of our lives gives us an intense rush of serotonin.
Mother Mother, Infinitesimal // Iain S. Thomas, How To Be Happy: Not a Self-Help Book. Seriously // Carl Sagan, Cosmos // ND Stevenson, The Fire Never Goes Out // @ falseknees on Instagram // Will Wood and the Tapeworms, -ish // @ lostinwildspace on Instagram, with “Evening of Ushibori” by Kawase Hasui in the background // Shaun David Hutchinson, We Are The Ants
I'm not the same anon but god did that story broke the way I was chasing after to see if they will meet each other and they did but only physically because emotionally they were too afraid to ever make it till the end.
Despite how this dynamic matches them perfectly I haven't seen enough fic that could capture it as well as you did. Like halfway through reading I was like this is what I've been looking for. It's definitely one of those stories that will stay with me for a very long time. Thank you for writing such masterpiece.
I really have such a soft spot for that fic. and for them.
when I wrote reputations, brocedes were always a foil for lestappen. they HAD to end tragically, to highlight how Max and Charles DIDN'T end tragically. how they worked for it. how easily it could have gone wrong.
which meant that I was free, in a way, to write the brocedes sequel. there wasn't any pressure to take them to the edge and then still bring them back, because there was no bringing them back. that was the whole point. I could take them to the edge, and then push them over, and then make them unable to claw their way back because that was the POINT.
and, well . . . thats exactly what Lewis and Nico in real life, so.
beauty and the beast au let's go thank you @rocksanddeadflowers and @blazeismyname for feeding the fire in my brain about this I have more doodles I promise but take this for now
my brother can make me laugh without moving at all. he can make me laugh on command, just by existing, and there is no physical tell or indication that it is about to happen. it’s like he can will me to laugh and i will. of course we’re not telepathic, but we do speak in unison sometimes. we improvise like no one’s business. we could fool anyone into believing we are psychically linked. when i try to explain it, i sound silly saying it out loud, but i really CAN tell what he’s thinking. we exchange so much information just with a look. he can make me cry laughing and he doesn’t even have to move