🌻Summer🌻

[themoon1sblue]

My Orpheus

Orpheus,

Why won't you look at me?

Why won't you turn around?

Is my love really not enough?

Orpheus,

Can you hear my pleading?

I can still feel your heart beating

In the places your fingertips grazed my skin

Will you soothe my ache or be the one to finish the kill?

Orpheus,

If you do turn your gaze,

What does it mean?

Will I finally be free from this hell?

Will you take my hand,

and save me from the cold?

Or turn my heart to stone,

and shatter my soul?

Oh, Orpheus,

Sing for me

Let me get lost in your melody

Turn your head

Don't you want to walk hand in hand?

Am I not worthy of your time?

If you love me, why won't you turn around?

Oh, Orpheus,

Please look into my eyes

See my despair for your love

Who cares what the outcome was

Maybe this time we'll beat the odds

My dear Orpheus,

Come close, your voice is my last hope

Answer my prayers, connect the dots

I'm truly yours, so just please turn around

Walk with me, side by side

So I don't feel like you're leaving me behind

My dear Orpheus,

I'm screaming your name,

What can you see, what's keeping you away?

My soul holds your shape

My heartbeat spells your name

Is that not why you came to get me back?

Oh, my dear Orpheus,

I'll keep going step by step

Without a clue when the road is going to end

Maybe one day you'll turn your head

Or maybe we'll never meet again

My dearest, my Orpheus,

Please stop and think

About us and what's ahead

Please turn around

And say the truth about us

-Theo

[cilairdelune]

[mothshit22]

a little timelapse of the night sky ‹‹

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[redcurrantpuff]

Bludhaven upside down 🌅

You might want to flip your phone for this one 😆

[wiryuu]

hi i drew nightwing

[summer-williams]

Can someone please give me all the lore they know on Greek mythology or Orpheus and Eurydice please and thank you. It’s currently my obsession and I don’t know where to start.

[cannibalcritic]

while i love seeing portrayals of eurydice in wait for me (reprise) where she trusts and believes in orpheus completely and think that is a beautiful interpretation i so desperately need to see a portrayal where eurydice knows

she knows orpheus loves her and therefore knows that he will turn around but she follows him anyway because she loves him too and needs him to know that she would have been there

jack wolfe portrays orpheus as if he knows he is in an eternal loop and i need to see a eurydice who knows the same because the point isn't that they get out of the underworld the point is that he tried

"eurydice who knows and loves him anyway. who loves him because of it" - @lilliesinthevalley

[pelideswhore]

[summer-williams]

I actually love musicals with my whole heart weather it’s a musical episode of a show,a Disney movie or just a show on Broadway I love it. It gives me a feeling like nothing else listening to the music or learning the choreography it’s just so peaceful or something I don’t even know how to explain it. The musical I’m currently interested in is Hadestown. I’m also really interested in Greek mythology so it’s two of my fave topics mixed which adds this musical too my top five.

[tattoosforpigeons]

Orpheus always turns around because, yes, you would too if you literally crawled through the underworld to get Eurydice back; BUT! Also because people don’t come back from the dead and storytelling is and always has been a way to process emotions.

Orpheus and Eurydice are the exploration of grief so strong you’d go to hell and back to save the person you lost and the gutting realization that it doesn’t matter how hard you try, people don’t come back from death

[ilzzey]

[mattyriddlesbitch]

ovulation got me crazy rn, if i don't get laid in the next 24 hours, im making it everyone's problem

[summer-williams]

I NEED A BOYFRIEND FOR EXACTLY THIS REASON. COME DICK ME DOWN BRO.

[honeysucklewatr]

jason todd is hungry and impatient

“let me taste it,” he coos, thumb moving to swipe at your bottom lip.

you jerk your head out of his way before he can reach you and scowl at him, “no. can’t you see i’m busy jason?”

like a barely trained dog he whines and follows you when you turn your back. pressing himself flat against you while you roll your eyes. his arms come wrapping around your waist.

“please let me taste it baby,” by your ear now, “you know i’m hungry, i can’t wait.”

thinking he’s pleading his case better, he starts kissing down the side of your neck, tugging your hair to make you tilt more for him. you try to say his name sternly, try to not enjoy it, but he knows how to make you sing. a sound of approval, soft and quiet rumbles through your throat as he sucks a particularly tender part.

“no one will even know,” murmuring against your neck as he tightens his hand around you and rolled his hips enough to make you gasp. you cave.

“o…okay,” gasping as you say it, “fine, we gotta be quick and don’t ruin my clothes.”

turning you around by your hips, he pulls back just to crash his lips into yours. hands moving up your back while he moans into your mouth, trailing his fingers to your hands. your hands stop their work, freezing to let him take over and tilt his head to yours as he leans you over. he takes the spatula from your hand and pecks your lips a couple more times before reluctantly pulling away to looking over your shoulder.

he takes a heaping serving of pasta right into his mouth and moans egregiously. startled by the sudden movement, you turn to him with confusion on your face. when he notices, he’s still nodding his head and rolling his eyes back in food heaven.

“mmhf— this is so good.” he groans out.

“oh,” you blink, “you were actually hungry.”

jason nods, opening his eyes, “yeah, starving baby. thank you for making dinner.”

you nod again with barely concealed disappointment on your face, “right,” before you turn back to put the cover back on the pot.

now jason’s the confused one, because he doesn’t know how much sex appeal the man had. he wraps his arm around your stomach first, pulling you back so his chest was to your back. he knows his girlfriends wants, even when you tried to play it off. kissing the top of your head as he coos your name.

“i’m hungry for something sweeter though,” dropping his voice an octave to coax you.

though you’re not falling for the same thing again, “well my brownies haven’t cooled down yet so wait.”

he makes you drop your spatula before turning you around gently while he whispers your name lowly again. lifting you up by your hips to the counter and pushing your knees apart to situate himself between your legs.

“you know how i like my dessert before dinner. and they won’t be here for another twenty minutes.”

he presses his unmistakably hard length to your inner thigh and you gasp.

then you put a hand to his chest to squint at him, “you’re confusing me. is this a food thing again or a sex thing?”

blinking down at you, he huffs, “i just wanna eat you out babe.”

then you’re wrapping your arms around his neck and smiling wide, “why didn’t you just say so?”

[perleaore]

ᡣ𐭩 fratboy!dick grayson is surprisingly good at aftercare ⸝⸝ .ᐟ

Your bodies are both damp with sweat as you come down from your highs. A panting Dick Grayson is laid on top of you with his annoyingly toned arms wrapped around your waist, smiling into your neck while peppering lazy kisses all over the skin like he didn't just fuck you into oblivion for over an hour.

It’s… weird.

When the vodka decided for you that you'd let yourself be taken upstairs to fuck the president of a frat, you expected him to pull out and roll over. If he was extra nice, he'd get you some water before you left. That was supposed to be the extent of it.

He's been cuddling you like this for five minutes now.

"You okay?" he asks quietly, his voice almost tender as he presses one final kiss to your neck before looking up at you. "You did enjoy yourself, right?"

You'd laugh at the question if his weight wasn't almost crushing your lungs. He just had you doing an orgasm marathon and now he's acting like a teenage boy who's scared he didn't find the clit.

"No, it was great. 'm just... recovering." You eventually manage to say, giving him a small smile. He seems visibly relieved.

"Cool, good," he whispers with a kiss to your nose, finally rolling off you to lay next to you. His arms stay wrapped lazily around your torso. "Did you, uh, wanna get cleaned up?"

You hope he doesn't see the visible surprise on your face. "I can go clean myself up. Bathroom?"

He points to a door to the side of his room. Of course he has an ensuite. He slides out of the bed and grabs some sweatpants along with a t-shirt from his dresser, a slightly faded Metropolis U logo adorning the front. "You can change into this, if you want. Figured it'd be comfier." He whispers, handing it to you with a kiss on the cheek.

You smile awkwardly, muttering a small thank you before heading to the ensuite. You like how sweet he's being. The whole thing just feels unexpected.

He's dressed in some sweats by the time you walk back into the bedroom, a sweet smile already on his tired face when he sees you. He gestures for you to come back in bed, lifting the blankets up.

"You want anything to eat? Drink?" he mutters as you settle back into his hold, pressing a kiss on your temple.

"No, no. I don't wanna overstay my welcome."

"Well you're welcome all the time. Always welcome. If you want to be," he immediately says, almost nervously.

Dick Grayson, president of Delta Phi Rho, the guy who's weirdly a genius in your forensic psych class, is nervous to ask you to stay the night after fucking you.

"I think I'd maybe like that, yeah," you whisper back with a small chuckle, looking up at him from your place on his chest.

He grins, subconsciously holding you tighter, practically cradling you. "Me too," he murmurs, now nuzzling your shoulder, arms snaking under your shirt to gently rub your bare back. "Wanna see you again."

"Mhm?" you hum, your body growing more exhausted by the second. He nods into your shoulder, sleep slowly taking over his body as well.

"It's a date," he mumbles, sleepy smile on his face as he faces up to kiss you softly.

[deansnoodle]

spreading the biker jason agenda

[kennedydc00]