- there are two windows on each side of the bed and his blinds are always down - alina: ‘um why don’t you let some light in it’s a nice sunny day ou-’ aleksander: [laughs in that pretentious way of his like he’s been carrying the weight of the world for centuries] oh, alina, my dear alina, alina, alina… i’m ancient, alina……….. also, (alina,) it’s very aesthetically pleasing - Old Married CoupleTM - speaking of, they never actually marry but he tells her she has his heart and alina rolls her eyes in quiet acceptance and that’s kind of the same thing - black sheets, dark gray curtains, glow in the dark stars on the ceiling - he makes alina roll her eyes so much she actually develops a rare muscle tick no doctor can explain - alina: i have this headache- aleksander: *walks in* alina: there it is - they really want a pet but ofc they have to fight on this too so they end up with two: a white cat that’s the same colour as alina’s hair and a black pomeranian that literally looks like a ball of fluffy shadows - nutella pancakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner - alina has a perpetual frown and aleksander has a resting bitch face so you can bet there’s always a free seat for them on the train/subway - he has nightmares too and they’re actually very violent and draining so alina just wraps her arms around him and presses her nose against his shoulder until he stops shaking and then she starts drawing lazy circles of light (warm and soothing by definition) over his naked skin to calm him down - he’s the tall and brooding one but she’s the one people should look out for - valentino dresses and armani suits - aleksander praises himself on his newfound self-control and composure - that is, until he sees alina with nothing but his shirt on and deadass forgets how to function - sometimes he literally has to hook a finger into alina’s collar to hold her back bc yes she’s usually very quiet and patient and kind but the moment someone drives her over the edge she’s throwing hands and flip-flops (if necessary) - everyone treats them like a married couple too?? even tho they’re not?? - shadow play!!!!!! - snow angels - he freckles in the sun and alina always makes fun of him - + moles!! he’ll get like five new moles everytime he goes out so he has to walk with those giant ass rich widow hats (not all year round tho, july-august are probably the worst bc it’s just unbearably hot and sunny) - he’s still very closed off and distant (especially in public) in front of other people but the minute he’s alone with his sunshine? he melts like an ice-cream cone on a hot summer day - they never really say “i love you” but they just. know. - she knows in the way he brushes her messy pixie haircut behind her ear and his hand lingers a moment too long, almost like he’s awestruck and he knows in the way she smiles at the shadows sometimes, like they remind her of him /they do/ and the extra spoon of sugar she puts in his coffee bc she knows him so well - sometimes if alina is too tired from work she’ll make him read her fairytales bc he has a very soothing voice, simultaneously lulling her to sleep and making her acutely aware of his presence - lush who?? they can make their own bathbombs using their grisha powers - he can make cool swirling shadows and alina can make the water look like liquid starlight - and then they take a nice relaxing bath. together. - he makes her shadow puppets when she’s sick (or upset/grumpy) and tells her stories his mom used to tell him when he was a kid - alina: “*yanks curtains open* rise and shine you lazy ass it’s a beautiful day!! aleksander: it’s literally -15 degrees and the sun’s nowhere to be seen alina: ?? i’m here?? - (both) probably very into lana del rey
This morning I woke up determined to fall in love. I don’t know why today was any different from every previous morning, where I usually wake up determined (through quantum physics) to try and squeeze two more hours of sleep into the nine minutes allotted by my snooze button. But today was different.
'Fall in love!’ - The thought entered my brain before my eyes even opened, and my smile continued to grow as I inhaled deeply the smell of a new day that carried the fragrance of my mission. I spent a few precious moments in my nest of down pillows, my old favorite to the left of my head. Giving it one last loving squeeze, holding the promise to share my adventures in the evening, I slipped from my bed and set off on my quest, guided by an unknown ‘knowing’.
Although my morning rituals were unchanged, (making tea, taking a shower, brushing my teeth, etc.), I became aware of things I had not previously noticed.
My shower for example: today I was aware of every individual drop of water as it alighted on my skin. It was a symphony that had played every morning, yet I had never tuned in to hear it before today. I fell in love with the music.
My day continued as such, with each previously mundane situation being redefined. I took a sip of my black tea, noticing the perfect dark color, the bold flavor, and the heat as it flowed down my throat, warming my body from the inside out, infusing my cells with the sweet essence of the leaves. I fell in love with my tea.
That afternoon I took my daily walk on the Santa Fe Trail – one of my favorite places. Every day the trail changes, (the insects, the vegetation, the animals, etc.). For me, walking is a form of meditation, the place where I can connect.
Today I was only a quarter mile into my meditation when I noticed a furry, black caterpillar scurrying across the five-foot bald expanse of the trail. The caterpillar’s movements were so hurried, they smacked of panic. I briefly considered “helping” it to the other side, a thought I quickly dismissed as arrogant in a superior, human sort of way, and decided to merely observe and intervene only if necessary. It seemed, at that decisive moment, that I connected with this critter. Once it reached the tall green grass it stopped moving completely.
I waited a few moments and proceeded on my walk, lost in thought. Where will it go from here? When the time is right, it will seek a place to build its cocoon. Somewhere higher up, I hope. How does it choose? With complete trust, this creature will seal itself up, vulnerable as it hides in plain sight, dreaming of flight. Bravery personified in a furry critter that can easily pass under the radar, yet we all notice the butterflies. I fell in love with this caterpillar and the thoughts this little creature provoked.
I looked up as I continued walking, noticing the cloud formations. I realized that I was looking at a gift. Never again would I see that exact cloud in that exact formation. It existed whether I noticed it or not. I fell in love with it.
More importantly, I began to feel the love sent out, the subtle ambient vibration evident in all things, connecting all things. And like a pebble in a pond, the next overwhelming feeling exploded from my heart, the feeling of gratitude.
I felt more alive than ever before. I have heard it said that we are all spiritual beings having a human experience. Intellectually I understood that, yet it was only at this moment that I felt it. I knew I was a part of something so much greater than this human body I was experiencing.
Only when I became truly open to falling in love was I able to see that love is all around, in everything, just waiting to be acknowledged.
By protecting myself from “falling” I had actually prohibited myself from flying.
As I pondered my day, the love I’d felt for inanimate objects, living beings, and every conceivable thing that crossed my path, I realized I could no longer play small. I had a job to do: to be a part of the amplification of the vibration of love. With my heart full of love, I blessed the day as I drifted off to sleep.
yesterday it was Steven and the Stevens with past and future Karkats. Today is with Dave and Striders (featuring Doomed Daves). There is one more version I want to make then I promise to stop. With this anyway. Can you guess the last one? - Sailorluna
I’m a pretty firm believer in the idea that Karamatsu is actually a pretty strong guy. Like, just the concept of him being tough enough to stand up for himself physcially but not doing so because he dislikes conflict / is sensitive gives me l i f e.
Of course he’s probably the weakest in canon for comedic purposes, but a girl can dream QuQ
Of course, we all know who the STRONGEST matsu is.