A family can be a man, his cat, his adoptive son, his next door latino neighbour/adoptive sister, her family, his neighbour/best friends and their adoptive son.

okay, but, like, I feel like we need to emphasize more on how important it is to have a partner you can just talk to. I was telling this to someone the other day, but Hollywood and media focuses so much on sexual tension and explosive passion in a relationship, and while those are completely valid and understandable things for certain, not all, people to desire (even I myself do), I feel like there’s barely enough light casted onto the value of being able to converse with your partner and relish in their company even in the most neutral discussion. I can barely count how many films, particularly romance ones, have emphasized on the importance and value of being able to speak to a partner like they are your close friend, and being able to absolutely adore their company, and engage in conversation with them about anything and everything, even if it isn’t romantic. Lexi and Fez, Aristotle and Dante, Marianne and Heloise, Jesse and Celine, Connell and Marianne. so many people adore these couples because they showcase such a human, genuine connection through conversation. Lexi and Fez discussing God and the backlash of social media. Aristotle and Dante’s talks on finding identity and how life feels better when the shoes are kicked off. Marianne and Heloise debating over what it meant when Orpheus turned around, and the release found within music. Celine speaking to Jesse about how the media is controlling our minds and how she thinks she really loves someone when she can detect every detail of them, Jesse speaking to Celine about when he saw his deceased grandmother in the sprinkle of a hose and the things he remembers his parents having said to him. Connell and Marianne sitting under the summer sun, eating ice cream, discussing the differences in their class and how money can be simultaneously corrupt and indescribably appealing. all of these couples have made me realize how while passionate kisses under the rain and loud proclamations of your love for someone are valuable for certain people, it is also inexpressibly important to find someone who you can linger in the passenger seat for just to hear what they thought about the movie you watched last night. someone who you take your time putting your shoes on for just to hear about the physical sensation they got when the second last line of your favourite song reverberated through their headphones.

YOU & I WILL NEVER BE

@ ratsandlillies on twitter (normal people oil sketch) / the last days of judas iscariot / fleabag scripts / @ ratsandlillies on twitter (fleabag oil sketch) / normal people / writer in the dark - lorde / me - the 1975

nimona meme dump bc i have regained the ability to take screenshots

bonus:

kaz brekker.

freddy carter.

-love has always been more powerful than hate

Books i wish i could read for the first time again

1. “he’s more myself than i am. whatever our souls are mad of, his and mine are the same.” — emily brontë, wuthering heights

2. “love knows life has been hard enough” — poem by rupi kaur

3. “i will love you if i never see you again, and i will love you if i see you every tuesday.” — lemony snicket (the beatrice letters)

4. “i love you so much. so, so much, and i probably always will. i just don't like you anymore. i’m sorry.” — one day, 2011

5. “if i loved you less, i might be able to talk about it more.” — jane austen, emma

6. “i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.” — madeline miller, song of achilles

No because we need to talk about how absolutely hilarious it was when Patroclus kissed Achilles in front of Briseis.

Like please imagine yourself as Briseis. You’re living in your small farming village outside of Troy with your family. There’s been talk of war, but not just any war, a war that’s going to be spoken about for centuries. A terrible, bloody thing where men will die by the thousands. You’ve all heard the whispers on the wind- The Greeks have Achilles. The greatest warrior of your time. The boy who can’t be killed.

They descend upon the farming villages first, as you all knew they would. It’s strategic- Dismantle the working class and the royalty will follow. You’re holed up somewhere in a barn with a group of children behind you, some of them your siblings, some of them family friends, when the men enter the building. You know what that means. If they’re taking the time to search and loot the village, all the able bodied men are dead. Your father is dead. You don’t have time to process it before one of the Greeks pulls you to your feet and carries you away. He leaves the children. You’re the only one old enough to be considered a prize.

You’re standing on a podium, clothes tattered and covered in mud. Your hair is wind swept and tangled. Your hands are bound and there’s a thousand eyes tracing your body. You know why you’re here; your mother had pulled you aside a few nights before the war started and sat you down. She told you about the girls who get taken. She needed you to be prepared- as prepared as you could be. You think you’re going to this barbaric looking King who’s much taller than you and much broader than you- Terrifying, loud, and proud. Some of the worst things a man can be.

But then you’re turned in the other direction, to face another leader, a Prince to be exact, and you feel the color drain from your face. They’ve spoken of bright blonde hair and a nimble body, green eyes and bloodied hands. You’d seen him in your nightmares. Achilles. Aristos Achaion. The savior of the Greeks, kills a hundred men by the day. He wants you and he’s not taking no for an answer. Not only are princes known for their appetites but he’s young, younger than the rest by years, and you know that only means he'll be all the more ravenous. The rumors say that he's half god, and the stories of his presence on the battlefield speak enough of his stamina- He won't tire easily like the old Kings might.

Now you’re in his tent, you and him and another boy. His advisor, maybe? His right hand, at least, to be so comfortable in the Prince's tent. That boy approaches you slowly, timidly, speaking gibberish to you in hushing tones. Did you miss something? Did Achilles bring you back as a present for this man? Why was Achilles still here, then? To ensure you behave? As if you weren’t equally terrified of them both. The companion touches you and it’s gentle. Your mother told you it was a rarity and you should be eternally grateful if they’re gentle. Be gracious, she said, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. You flinch away, lash out. There’s a pause, a few more words, and he tries again. You kick away.

He huffs. He’s annoyed. Frustrated. You’re making it worse for yourself, you know you are. He straightens up, glancing around the tent- for what, you don’t know, and then suddenly, he’s grabbing Achilles by the shirt and dragging him into a kiss. A kiss. Not the way your father greets his friends, but the way your father greets your mother. It’s hard pressed, white knuckle grip releasing from a wrinkled tunic. And now Achilles, Aristos Achaion, the boy who can’t be killed, is standing there with reddened cheeks and eyes wide as saucers.

And now this companion of his, this much smaller, much less proud boy, this boy who’s not suited for war in any regard, stands there with nothing shameful on his face, and motions between the two of them at you, as if to say- This man you fear, this half god, this man who kills by the hundreds, this man who will kill multitudes by the time he dies, this boy who can’t be killed, he answers to me and we won’t hurt you.

the wretched abomination known as the minotaur has discovered some chalk

What Your Favorite Hades Ship Says About You

Zagreus/Thanatos: you’re a firm proponent of awkward homoeroticism

Zagreus/Megaera: you want a girlfriend who would fight for you and also step on you

Zagreus/Megaera/Thanatos: you couldn’t decide between wanting Megaera to step on you and relating too much to Thanatos so you chose the middle path

Zagreus/Hypnos: you’re really, really bitter that you couldn’t romance him ingame

Achilles/Patroclus: you're a fan of the inherent eroticism of making amends

Orpheus/Eurydice: you’re a Broadway fan aren’t you

Hermes/Charon: you’re just a monsterfucker.

Theseus/Asterius: see above, but you're also a fan of himbo jocks being idiots. Just guys being dudes.

MUTUALS DO THIS

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