Let’s just talk about this small moment right here. It’s so simple, okay? It’s easy, it’s like a habit, as though they’d be doing this their entire lives when in reality it’s only been three quiet but incredibly special weeks. It’s comfort, it’s home, it’s them. He stops what he’s doing, steadies his hands and turns his head, because she’s there, she’s home, she’s with him; where he always wanted her, and where he needs her. He forgets about the dinner he’s supposed be making when he feels her arms wrap around his torso, head pressed to his back and eyes shut tight. He’s used to this, to her constant need to be near him, to be touching him, to stand beside him. He’s grown accustomed to it. He enjoys it, and loves it, he lives for it. He lives for little moments like this. Little fragments of time when it’s just the two of them alone, not having to worry about anyone judging them for deciding to be happy, for wanting to spend eternity with each other, for starting their own forever. It’s their choice, it’s their secret little marriage bubble that they’re living in, and it’s each other’s bodies that they’ll be comforting every night as they fall asleep and every morning when they wake. He’s used to this; to a small but delicate smile working it’s way onto his lips with a simple ‘hello’ when he knows she’s there, she’s home, she’s with him; she is his. She’s where he wants her, where he’s always needed her to be.
Curiosity.You long for freedom. You long to do what you want to do because you want it. To act on selfish impulse. You want to see what it’s like. One day you won’t be able to resist.
↳your otp’s best moments
things i learned in ancient greek art today:
- Achilles had a gay lover
- Zeus had a boy toy that he thought was pretty so he snatched him up and made him into his wine bitch and kept him under his throne on olympus always
- there was a woman who wanted to be a man so Poseidon changed her sex and then made him impervious to metal weapons to boot
- They made Aphrodite marry a lame and ugly guy and to retaliate she slept with everyone, but mostly Ares.
sounds like high school
Amazing voices: Brendon Urie
LITERATURE MEME | 9 poems - (7) la belle dame sans merci by john keats
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.
We will rock you!
This made me hear something with my eyes instead of my ears.
that’s the power of queen, my friend.