Aesthetic

call me androdea. enby. they/them. 28. This is my ~*aesthetic blog*~ // my style blog is @angel-princess-of-the-stars <33

[ladyaldhelm]

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[strrvnge]

a snippet from tomorrow’s chapter

henry invents celibacy (badly)

I swear I was catholic in my past life

[luciferslilith7]

late October night's dream ?

@luciferslilith7

[professor-winter]

"... ᴀꜱ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ, ᴊᴜʟɪᴀɴ?"

P.D. As a continuation to this post...

[smalltownshrimp]

the five love languages as told by henry and richard:

bailing you out of a $300 lunch scam (acts of service)

carrying you to the hospital after you collapse in his arms from hypothermia (physical touch)

coming to your dorm room after midnight to talk through the logistics of murder via poisonous mushrooms (quality time)

stealing narcotics from the dead kid's parents at the wake because you have a bad migraine (gift giving)

"i wanted to invite you to our greek ritual orgy but the others wouldn't let me" (words of affirmation)

[2022dirt]

Snow shadows can happen when objects block sunlight, keeping certain areas cooler while the rest begins to melt. It leaves behind a clear outline where the snow lingers longer.

[awihog]

okay but like the reason that the classics group fell apart was because from the beginning they were supposed to be paired off and Richards inclusion was supposed to be Francis's partner but he upsets the balance by latching onto henry isolating bunny who becomes horrid to attempt to detach himself from them all but goes too far and henry murders him setting up henrys death in the second act because richard latches onto francis, setting up what would have been the natural order, but now because henry's logical partner is dead HE latches onto camilla, isolating charles who follows in bunny's footsteps but worse and henry was doomed to die from bunny's death because that was the only way to balance it out in this essay I will-

[strrvnge]

Henry and Camilla

I’ve been accused of not taking them seriously and I want to make up for it, co-written by my wife @spookedstarzz

Henry made camilla call him daddy. It was supposed to be a joke. It wasn’t. It happened religiously and every time she tried her hardest not to roll her eyes. It never got easier. It wasn’t until the day Henry casually said “daddy’s going to get groceries” that Camilla told him to fuck off

Of course he called her mommy but only when tipsy or vulnerable.

The first time it was when he had a migraine. He acted like a shot WWI soldier-a lost leg and a pregnant wife waiting at home. he laid his head on her lap and had her read him some of the Iliad. she ran her fingers through his hair while contemplating if she should turn lesbian. then it slipped him “mommy”, she recoiled. Sapphic it was.

one time during Julian’s lectures Camilla was explaining why Dido was an insult to feminism and Henry told her to not be so emotional. for the next three days he didn’t see her and she didn’t answer him his calls. by the fourth day he drove by her apartment in the middle of the night, knocked on the door and the moment she answered he fell on his knees. (Charles snored in the background, drunk off his ass) he wrapped his arms around her legs, pressed his face on her stomach and almost whimpered.

“I only wanted to look cool in front of Julian, I’m sorry”

every time they argued he does the same.

she tries to kick him off her legs but he starts doing that thing small children do and clings on tighter.

when Charles was little and had tantrums her grandma taught her to just let him get it out of his system.

so she walks around the flat with him like that for a bit

(for reasons I won’t clarify this post is names Jocasta. feel free to giggle)

[lirika2008]

[04k96]

[harleyglenn]

I’m thinking of Beginning it all

[tsalala]

A lion cub refuses to exit the inside of a giraffe carcass despite the prompts from his mom. Fun is fun even if you are playing in blood and gore and not dirt.

Taken at Pondoro Game Lodge, South Africa Photographed by Robert Prehn

[prmcafwh]

So anyway. They're all at least 60 by now.

Camilla stayed single all her life. She lives alone in her grandmother's old house in Virginia, and sits in the rocking chair at night and stares at the fireplace, smoking a Lucky Strike with old country songs murmuring on the radio, and tries to read Jane Eyre, but her thoughts always wander. To Henry. To Charles. To what once was.

Charles never did move out of the trailer he used to share with his girlfriend. Francis's yellowed, unopened letter is still lying somewhere deep in a drawer. He gets the odd job sometimes, washing cars or dishes or toilets. All the little money he has goes to liquor. What more does he need, anyway? His only aim in life is to forget. The owner of his usual place lets him stay past closing time sometimes, and play the out of tune piano, and slurred notes of Chopin fill the empty place, and he imagines they're all still there, in the library, where they can hear him play. But when he's finished, the lazy applause of his friends and the bright smile of his sister fail to appear.

The older Francis gets, the younger the men he goes home with. The doorman sees a new small nineteen year old blond leaving the building every morning, some looking shameful, others almost proud. He meticulously keeps up his socialite facade in public, but as soon as he's home alone, the mask is dropped, the cigarette is lit, and he sits in the windowsill chainsmoking. Looking at the sky. Wondering where Henry is. Wondering what could have been. Wondering why he's still here. His bright red hair slowly but surely fades to gray.

Richard habitually stays up till four or five, looking at the TV without watching it, taking sleeping pills without going to sleep, wandering the city for hours without going anywhere. He leaves coffee stains on the papers he grades. He lets dirty dishes pile up for weeks. Henry still visits him in his sleep, but his shadow vanishes when he wakes. He was born alone in California, and there he will die alone.

[jukti-torko-golpo]

Sindurarchita Vigraham

She rose, radiant like a thousand suns, above the dark clouds of worry and fear. Her vermillion hued skin glowed, send rays of hope piercing through the dark crevasses of the heart of the universe. Wind played with her tresses, spreading fragrance of sandal and champak flowers all around. Her gentle eyes smiled with the warmth of the winter sun. She embraced me. Wiped off my tears.

I complained, I cried to her, I was a little girl once more. I was angry too. Her eyes were wet when tears rolled down my eyes. She smiled and held me close.

This is the same mother who made the universe tremble under her feet, tearing through evil in unbridled rage. The same mother whose scimitar has laid to waste hoardes of evil in golden flashes of lightning. The ever radiant mother.

[ialwaysbelieve]

[lonelamb]

richard’s winter break

[valtsv]

been thinking about fantasy/scifi rule systems and free will

[valtsv]