"but Aces And Aros Can Be In Relationships"

Five and lila was… unexpected

[!TUA SEASON 4 SPOILERS!]

I wanna start with the fact that I do not agree with the people saying “this butchered fives character!” nor do I agree with the people saying “Oml this ship is so perfect!”

truly, I think five and Lila make sense. But not quite in the couple way?

I mean, I adored watching the two of them play chess or help with personal hygiene or cook/eat together. But with the context of sexual and romantic tension, kinda ruined it for me.

because, well, it just felt rushed and weird. We see very few scenes of the two intersecting in this way, and when we do it’s in brief flashes and later on during some weird pout of fives on the subway! So to say I felt like I had whiplash from their relationship is an understatement.

the whole cheating thing is a whole other level, because personally anyone who is a cheater is disgusting and immediately someone I hate/dislike (of course there are some, very very few, instances where I can forgive or at least understand the cheating). And that is no different for five or Lila, because I think both are horrible for

1. Lila cheating on Diego with his BROTHER (adopted but still!) no less! And I get it was 7 years BUT she still wanted to get home, she still had hope, doesn’t that extend to her husband? I know they were fighting and Lila wanted to take a break, but unlike with Rachel and Ross who were dating, A BREAK IN A MARRIAGE IS NOT AN IMMEDIATE DIVORCE! So please, stop saying it was all perfect! Cause it was not. Diego and Lila would have probably broken up despite the fact that I and many others wish they wouldn’t (both are too stubborn for couples therapy, probably), but only after that would it have been better for her to start pursuing five in that way, and vice versa.

2. Five abandoning all regard he may have for Diego. Like I get it, it’s 7 years, and Diego may not be your favourite person or even someone you’d be okay with spending extended amounts of time with, but he’s still your brother (adopted or not!). And by gosh, doesn’t that count for anything?! I get it, you and the one lady who understood how your situation works we’re stick for 7 years with only eachother, but dude, she’s MARRIED to your BROTHER with 3 KIDS! (At least I think there’s three, I really only know the name of one of them………) Cmon…

truly, this season could have benefitted from this, I think five and Lila are cute. But idk, maybe give us some more time with them? (I understand they had less episodes, but we also got like 20 minutes worth of Klaus just flicking a lighter in a grave! Love y’a Klaus, sorry!) Or just, hmmm, I’m not sure, make it platonic? Or maybe make the two kiss and then have that epiphany of “oh wait! I still have a husband!” And “my brother is your husband!”. And then have them be all weird about it, let the fanfic writes squeal and add on to it or whatever they want, and not traumatize the other majority of fans who fully do not and cannot support the ONE ship that is pedophilic both ways!

I’ve got so much more to say on this, but I’m tired and I truly could care less.

all in all; if you don’t like the ship, don’t interact with content about it. If you like the ship, don’t interact with content bashing it. It is a VERY controversial ship, and while I say “whatever floats your boat”, that does not mean shove your opinion in other peoples faces.

everyone needs to grow up, and everyone needs to understand that this is what we got, and this is what we’ll continue to get. Do or don’t read the fanfics (there are so many) that endorse and give SO much more attention to these two (five x Lila), and leave it be!

sorry about all this! I’m just so tired of seeing this sh*t everywhere, there are so many more pressing matters in this seasons writing, timing, spacing, and overall execution! Cmon guys, leave the ship thing alone and focus on how they just said “your trauma and everything you’ve endured to get to where you are means nothing. You have to die for the world to be a good place. You are the thing that is wrong. The world never has and never will need you.” cause WHAT THE HECK

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

man, re: immortal!klaus in the apocalypse five travels to, my brain whirs with ideas. like, five would genuinely just be a 13 year old kid, who found out that "hey, my whole FAMILY is dead, the whole WORLD is dead, and i haven't been here for any of it." and like, man. MAN. the angst! and klaus trying to be a good big brother!! the ghosts trying to be a good family, but still fighting and just oogh and its like, im just picturing five, spending this time with them all, stuck in the apocalypse for years and years, but he manages to find a solution faster this time because he's not alone. he's got his whole family helping him, supporting him, even though they're messy and dysfunctional and don't really know what they're doing either there is also just the straight up fact that klaus can actually contact the deceased of just. straight up professionals and theorists who can help five with the physics and spatial manipulation, etc, of it. and that also brings me into another thing of like, KLAUS DEVELOPMENT man has been scared of ghosts his whole life, but then ghosts are what helps him to survive. the thing that terrifies him is what nourishes him. (especially if, in this au, you assume that klaus has been living in the apocalypse for some time before five teleports in. which is... fucked up on its own. like man. MAN.)

Reblog if you think asexuality is a legitimate sexuality.

I'm trying to prove something.

So I’m a huge Achilles and Patroclus shipper

And I love them

And recently, I found a musical about these two

It’s called: Aristos: The Musical

It is really good. I’m in tears when I’m listening to it.

It surprised me that how little people knows about this brilliant musical.

It is completed, and have 18 songs.

I highly recommend this to anyone who loves Achilles and Patroclus or just simply interested in greek myth.

Whether you’re a fan of the iliad or the song of Achilles, I’m sure you’ll love this musical.

it is november, and yesterday it felt like it was supposed to be snowing. in boston, november used a winter month, not a fall month. it is supposed to be chilly; rarely capping over 45F. it is a sweater-and-jacket month. it is a "maybe a scarf too" month. in my childhood, november meant blizzards and sleet.

it did not snow. tomorrow the weather predicts a high of 76.

i have spent so many years of my life studying the longterm possibilities of climate change - the culmination of capitalism wreaking havoc on the bodies of people, animals, plants - but every so often i am still shocked by something small and personal.

in a hundred years, when someone goes outside in boston - will they know the feeling of "snow in the air"?

i know it's a learned feeling, a sensation that maybe only longterm experience can teach. a few years ago, i was walking with my friend who had just moved up from the south. i said it smells like snow and she gave me this look like - what the fuck. i said it feels like snow too, which didn't help. she looked up to the bright blue sky and then back at me and then back at the sky. 12 hours later, we had 3 inches. you can just tell if it's going to snow.

except i can't tell, anymore. i stand outside in a tee shirt and watch my dog dance around a lake. we're in a drought and the skin of the water has peeled back twenty meters. the lake is tamed, quiet, puddlelike and sour. my pokemon go app warns there's a weather condition in my area.

my dog gets too hot from running and sits in the water and i want to laugh about his long frame and how awkwardly he sits - and i can't. some simian part of my brain is scratching the walls. it was supposed to snow. it was supposed to snow, but now it's warm instead.

during the last full solar eclipse, the dogs and the birds and the crickets went crazy under utter darkness. we laughed at them then, promising it will all be okay in a moment. but some part of me is still locked in that long night: some animal sensation.

something is wrong, my body says. i can't afford eggs or rent. i go outside to watch a sunset and listen to birdsong. i don't bring a jacket. allergies are killing me this season, allergies i didn't have as a kid. everyone comments that halloween has started to feel strange, offkilter. that it's hard having "holiday cheer." my body thinks it's april, and then it thinks we're in september, and then june.

something is terribly wrong, she whispers. go outside. it is supposed to be snowing.

Left is MY FIC, right is the ACTUAL BOOK QUOTE IT WAS INSPIRED BY

(Mask context: masquerade ball / cinderella au)

It has been doing numbers EVERYWHERE and I only found out from this lovely person who commented on Ao3:

So yeah I guess if anyone wants to read an 8 year old Song of Achilles fanfic written in a fever dream after watching Into The Woods, be my guest

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I fell asleep in my friends' arms. It was eleven at night, we were tired, curled up in a small pile on my tiny bed. I had my head buried in my roommate's side, and one of my closest friend's hand on my shoulder, steadying me. It was quiet and nothingness and peace and their heartbeats in my ears, my hands in their hair.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

We pack four people to that little bed, you know. Laps used as footrests, collarbones as pillows, little lights like moonlight in rustic yellow bathed on their faces. The TV plays an anime. The words are repeated by my dear friend on my shoulder, curled close. My legs are asleep; my roommate may be, too.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

The cat curls on top of our criss cross mess of legs and arms and heads on chests to absorb the warmth of us all. She purrs in contented peace. When my roommate and I are left alone in the quiet, she cries, and watches the door for our friends' return.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I will never kiss them but the top of their heads. I will never touch but the warmth of their arms. I will never take more than what's freely given, and in return I put my glasses on the bedside table fashioned from a guitar amp, and when I lean into their sides, I pick up my vulnerability and place it in their capable, tender hands.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I sing for them. I cry for them. I work and I run and I withstand the worst of the world for them, because some days I get to cradle their forehead on my shoulder and some days I get to see their shining eyes.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Maybe to you. But look beyond explanation. I love them. With my heart in my unsteady hands, with my nose pressed to the side of their head, with the buzzing in my feet and the warmth all around Iike the sunset pushing into the window.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Is it enough to say I love them? With no strings attached? With reckless abandon and utter devotion and freedom and kindness and fear?

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I cannot explain it any clearer. I love my friends. There is no more to say.