loving me must be so fucking hard i am so fucking sorry
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loving me must be so fucking hard i am so fucking sorry
OH how i meant to tease him OH how i meant no harm
touching his back with my hand I KISS HIM
i see the wasp on the length of my arm
icarus as god of gay love, hubris, and light, and patron of queer folk. written by fawn.
feeling cute today. might commit acts of hubris
cockiness is so attractive to me in a way and it’s so irritating. like it’s annoying. and it annoys me. but the kind of expression and body language that comes with it. the self-satisfied attitude. the smug comments. the eye rolling. the smirking. “come and get me” hand gestures during a fight. eyebrow raising with an air of superiority. it’s just like. fuck you. i’m annoyed right now. i am so annoyed right now. but oh my fuck i am also so very, very attracted right now
( i just want. a tangled au >:( )
Send “Hush, do you want to get caught?”
for our muses making out in a place they shouldn’t be. (i.e. bathroom, closet, private office, etc). Bonus points if our muses normally don’t like each other.
On June 9th 2013, you posted a tweet. Do you remember this tweet?
stunning sunset today~
Crossed daggers in polished brass with warm golden labradorite.
[Image Description: Tag reading “their dicks are hard but their hearts are soft”]
The AO3 Tag of the Day is: Here come the himbos
cont. from here. @excathedras
IT WOULD BE EASY TO BELIEVE. To roll over and drift back into the embrace of sleep and pretend he hadn’t felt the ash in his own lungs, woken to Hypnos’s gasp for air. He thinks that, perhaps, if he had been there none of it would have happened. People are intimidated of him by nature of his stature alone, even if they’re too oblivious to feel the power radiating from an of the three of them. Perhaps if Kastor and Hypnos had not been along Kastor would not have blood on his hands ( this lifetime, he thinks, is one of the only he had been allowed to remain so soft ) and Hypnos would not be having nightmares about mortal men with hubris to challenge his own in all of the worst places.
ICARUS TAKES HYPNOS’S HAND, holding it gently to his face as he turns to press lips to inner wrist. His own hands bare the evidence of time spent at worktables and a habit towards distraction when handling more dangerous tools ( he allows them to scar his mortal form only because he thinks they add character ), providing a level of enchantment with Hypnos’s own hands, so small by comparison, pale and largely unblemished. Their love is made of contrasts and sharp corners but it is made nonetheless. Releasing his lovers hand his lips press to his forehead instead, own fingers coming to press to the place where wings would sprout should they appear on his form. For a moment he simply hold him, nose in his hairline, silent but not without tension or thought.
“ I HAVE LOVED YOU long enough to know the shape your lies take. ” There is little emotion in his voice save for a gentle concern. “ If you still wish to tell them so be it, but know they are transparent. ”
Why don’t we see more art of Icarus’s father? Guy invents human flight to save himself and his son, then the idiot disobeys his very simple instructions and falls to his death. Where’s my painting of the winged father weeping next to the ocean, miles away from his son’s watery grave, misery etched in every stroke, conveying the hopelessness of knowing that you did your best and it wasn’t enough, your best efforts sabotaged by the foolishness of the one you love most? The greatest human achievement, dreamed of by multitudes, unreplicatable for thousands of years after, but you can’t bear to remember flying because all you can think of is him falling.
( the best possible nickname for icarus is Lorge Man. it is the only one he will be accepting from now on. )
i cannot believe y’all are sleeping on the live acoustic version of sunlight. i mean, yeah, I adore from eden, but c’mon. this is next level.
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