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“…and when one of them meets the other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy and one will not be out of the other’s sight, as I may say, even for a moment…”

-Plato

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Lucky Day (2019)

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Graduation || Daphne & Jakob

Daphne sat in her folding chair with her legs crossed, barely listening as the class valedictorian droned on about dreams and their plans for the future. A welcome breeze swept lightly across the grass, making the graduates hold onto their caps for a moment. Shielding her face from the sun, she searched for Jakob and found him easily in the first row of the senior teachers lined up on stage, giving him a small, hidden wave. They were still a secret, since they didn’t want to risk him losing his position, though he had been offered a job at a university not far from Lassiter University, where Daphne was going. He hadn’t accepted, but it was an option, if the high school didn’t offer him a full-time position. Finally, it was time for names to be called. Each graduate walked across the stage slowly, received their diploma, shook hands, got their picture taken, and returned to their seat. The list of names went on, and on- how many people were in her graduating class, anyway? 

Finally, her row stood, and she nervously walked toward the stage. She was last, since her last name started with a Z. Her heart sped up as she got closer to the stage until they finally called her name. “Daphne Zeus. History Honor Society,” the principle read aloud, and she smiled as she walked up and accepted her diploma. “You’re going to do great things, Ms. Zeus,” the vice principle smiled softly at her and shook her hand, allowing her to move onto the next teacher, and the next. She shook each hand, smiling and nodding as she made her way toward Jakob. He was the last one in the row, and she paused when she reached him, shaking his hand with a small smile on her lips. “I love you,” she mouthed to him, moving her tassel to the other side of her crap to indicate she officially graduated. Biting her lower lip, she paused for a moment, smiling up into his eyes before wrapping her arms around his neck and crashing her lips to his. Her classmates immediately clapped and cheered her on, as if she was just some girl with a crush on her history teacher. Truly, it didn’t matter anymore as she was no longer a student at the high school, and she smiled through the kiss before pulling away and throwing her graduation cap up in the air with the rest of her graduating class. 

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I distance myself without realizing and then become upset that I am so isolated.

the trials of my own grief (via shelovedthestarss)

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MY BLOG IS FIXED =] I can finally reblog and look at my actual blog and ugh all of my MUSE IS BACK!!! I’m so happy right now. 

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Hercules (1997)

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“Positive moment between Katherine and Elena” requested by anon

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4.13 // 5.01

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danielle campbell in f the prom trailer

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We’ll Never Be Royals

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Hercules was just as confused as Megara was when her name was read aloud, and if he hadn’t exchanged a glance with Tiffany, be may have even been more confused. He watched Meg walk up to the stage, his smile increasing as she got closer. It felt like a dream, almost, to be watching her walk up there after having assumed that Tiffany or one of the other girls on court would get the title. For a minute, he even considered asking Phil to pinch him, though if it wre a drema, he wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. The reality sank in once she was standing beside him, slipping her hand into his. 

“No, I’m just as clueless as you,” he let out a breathy laugh. Squeezing her hand affectionately, Hercules realized that it wasn’t a dream at all, and they were actually both standing there, about to be crowned the King and Queen. “I think I might know who did, though…” the male added, nudging toward Tiffany, who, when they both turned to her, was motioning down into the crowd at Kristoff. They both looked over at the two, smiling mischievously, as the crown and tiara were placed onto Hercules and Megara’s heads, respectively. “I guess if you want something badly enough it can come true,” he teased, flashing her a smile as they were given their sashes as well. 

“Kristoff and Tiff?” Megara murmured under her breath, not sure that she actually believed what was happening. But she was there, on that stage, and suddenly there was a tiara on her head and a sash around her that read “Prom Queen”. She was practically pulled down the stairs as the sea of students parted ways, giving them room to dance. It wasn’t until her hands nestled lightly at the back of Hercules’ neck that she realized she could speak again. “A write-in is hard to get the votes for...you really had no idea?” Not that Megara wasn’t popular, but she hadn’t run. For Tiffany and Kris especially, who didn’t even go to the school, get that many votes for her was-- well, she didn’t understand why, but she still appreciated it just the same. A tiny part of her, though she hated to admit it, really had wanted to be nominated. 

It wasn’t until a few moments later that she spotted someone pushing through the crowd, though she thought nothing of it at the time. It was probably some drunk teenager trying to get to his friends, and Megara immediately moved her attention back to Hercules. “I love you,” she said quietly, as if it were some sort of confession, more heartfelt than other times she’d said it. “I can’t believe I almost didn’t come tonight.” 

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We’ll Never Be Royals

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Hercules made his way nonchalantly up to the stage to stand by Phil, who looked rather pleased with himself as he clapped Herc on the back affectionately. A chuckle fell from his lips as they stood there, waiting to hear the announcements. Maybe Megara was right, and he’d win after all. Of course she was right… when was she ever wrong?” he thought to himself, though there was still the chance that he didn’t win, which he would have been just fine with. A silence fell right before she had announced the winner of prom king, and Hercules felt his chest tighten a bit out of nerves. The relaxation that came after hearing his name was involuntary, in a state of disbelief that he had actually won. The other guys cheered for him, congratulating him briefly before they announced the Queen. Once they had both winners, they would receive their crowns, and likely be expected to dance. 

Every fiber of his being seemed to stand on end when Ms. Fronteau read off that the winner of prom queen was a write in. His mind was blank, unable to believe that it was actually possible. Who could have possibly pulled that off so late in the game, since he was sure that no one had gone around campaigning to vote someone else in. Even the girl candidates seemed confused, except for Tiffany, awkwardly enough. He shot her a look, confusion on his face, but was met with a simple shrug, and… a possible wink? What on earth did that mean? When the name was read aloud, Hercules finally understood. “The winner, by popular decision, is… Megara Creon. Megara, please come join us on the stage.” 

Megara tried not to show how excited she was when Hercules won Prom King. He deserved it, she was proud of him for being such a leader in their senior class. She tried to catch his gaze, giving him a smile from the back of the crowd but a hush fell over everyone as they were about to announce Prom Queen. Meg quickly told herself she’d be fine if it were Tiffany, happy, even. When Ms. Fronteau said it was a write-in, her brows raised. It was unusual, but she shrugged it off, waiting to hear who it was with everyone else.

When her name was called, Megara froze. Had she really heard her name? Only when the spotlight made it’s way across the crowd and found her did she realize her name really had been called. It had to be some mistake, she hadn’t even ran for prom court. She looked up at the sea of faces around her, until she found Tiffany, who seemed more excited than anyone. The crowd of seniors parted so she could walk through and walk up the side steps to the stage. “Are you sure?” she murmured to the teacher before being told to turn and face the front with everyone else. Even Tiffany was gesturing for her to smile, and it finally set it in, her lips slowly curling to a smile as she stood next to Hercules. Slipping her hand in his, she looked over at him as the crown and tiara were brought to the stage. “Did you do this?” 

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We’ll Never Be Royals

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Hercules was glad to hear that despite being reluctant at first, she was having a decent time. He hoped, truthfully, that by the end it would be more fun, when the chaos died down a bit and they could just… be normal. They could dance, and not worry about anyone else or anything else interrupting their night. “I’m sure Elsa and Kris will both be very good company.” Hercules would rather have Meg staying with them and having fun than her be left on her own, though if he had his way neither would have had to be an option. “Just know that I’ll be wishing you were there with me, the entire time.” Truthfully, he thought that Megara deserved to be nominated. However, he knew she would likely not agree, and he didn’t want to argue with her. Laughter fell from her lips at the dig directed toward Phil, mostly because it was true. They may be best friends, but Herc could still appreciate a good joke about him. 

“Well, you’re right there.” It wasn’t that Phil actively went out of his way to be mean, though he wasn’t the most easily approachable guy. “I don’t know…” His eyes glanced over to Tiffany and Matt, who were dancing not too far away. “She seems to not want to let Matt out of her sight. Maybe she’ll be as miserable as I will be,” he laughed awkwardly, turning back to face Megara. Then, the announcement for the candidates to head up to the stage echoed through the gym, and Hercules reached for his girlfriend’s hands. “I love you,” he whispered, kissing her quickly. “I really wish you were coming with me.”

“I’m sure they will. And I’ll be cheering you on,” Megara nodded and smiled. She would be as supportive as she could be, if Tiffany won, and she really would be happy for both of them. Just...separately. She blushed and nodded, though she wasn’t entirely sure he meant it. The drama surrounding their relationship, plus Tiffany and everything, it was sort of a whirlwind. People still questioned whether she and Hercules were really together, or if they were just flirting like always. And it wasn’t as if she typically kissed him publicly, so the scrutiny made sense. “Oh, stop, you won’t be miserable. And neither will she. Tiffany loves the attention, I’m sure Matt will be very proud. And you deserve the attention, so enjoy it.” She hoped he would, and not worry that Meg wasn’t there with him. When they started announcing the candidates, she gave him a small smile and kissed him back quickly, squeezing his hand before letting go. “I love you too. Have fun.” Her eyes averted toward the stage as she watched him walk up with everyone else who had been nominated. He looked handsome in his tuxedo, and though he said he didn’t want to be up there, it suited him. She smiled and listened as each name was listed off and waited for them to announce prom king, crossing her fingers that he would win.