Okay so I just watched Wuthering Heights and I cannot stop thinking about how easily this could become a Caleb x MC scenario.
Like.
Heathcliff being taken in by Mr. Earnshaw and growing up beside Catherine already has such obvious Caleb/MC energy. Not in a direct one-to-one way, but in that “you were brought into my home, you became my person, and now I don’t know where I end and you begin” kind of way.
And then Catherine loves Heathcliff, but still chooses Edgar because it makes sense. Because Edgar is stability. Status. Safety. The correct choice on paper.
Which is so Zayne coded it hurts.
Not because Zayne is Edgar exactly, but because he represents the life that makes sense. The respectable, stable, emotionally contained option. The one you can explain to other people without it sounding like a confession.
But Caleb?
Caleb is Heathcliff in the sense that his devotion would not be clean. It would be ugly. Possessive. Wounded. All-consuming. He would not just love MC quietly and let her go. He would carry that rejection like an open wound and let it rot into obsession.
And that’s what makes the tragedy hit so hard.
Because Catherine and Heathcliff don’t stop loving each other. They just destroy every possible version of happiness because neither of them can survive the shape that love takes.
And honestly?
That is so painfully Caleb coded.
Like imagine Caleb loving MC, losing her to the “right” choice, and then having to live with the fact that she loved him too... just not enough, or not safely enough, or not in a way the world would allow.
That is the tragedy.
That is the gothic romance of it all.
Is anyone else getting it????
Sorry it's 12:30am and I gotta be up in 4 hours for work
Waking up bright and early,I sneak out of bed to do the last preparations for cliffs birthday,we’ve been together for around a year and we moved in together around a month ago,it’s been nothing but bliss.
I begin to hum a tune “so,so you think you can tell,heaven from hell,blue skies from pain” wish you here by pink Floyd,although the nature of the song,its always reminded me of Cliff,one of our favourite things to do is play it on guitar together. And when he’s on tour,I often find myself singing it softly to him over the phone,while he plays it on guitar.
I’ve brought him the vinyl for his birthday,although he already has it,it’s scratched from years of playing.
I make him breakfast,his favourite,pancakes with extra syrup,as I feel him wrap his big arms around my back. “Where you go” he mumbles into my ear in that groggy morning voice that sends chills down my spine in the best way.
“Making you breakfast in bed,but since you’re already up” i chuckle kissing his bare shoulderblade
“Mhm thankyou sweets” Cliff mumbles sitting down and patting the seat next to him motioning me to sit next to him.
“Damn you went all out huh?” Cliff chuckles as he sees the presents on the table
“Just a little something for my favourite boy” I kiss his forehead sitting down.
“Just you is enough babe,you know that” Cliff kisses me deeply,tasting like the pancakes he’s just eaten. “Can’t get enough of you” he whispers softly
“Open your presents first mr” i chuckle
“Okay bossy boots,but just so you know,im most definitely saving the best present till last…and that is being between your legs for at least 2 hours” he winks
“Clifford!” I laugh and smack his shoulder playfully
“Ow” he playfully pouts,”you’re gonna have to kiss it better now”
I kiss his shoulder and bite it playfully “there! Big baby” I laugh
“All better” Cliff smirks and kisses my lips playfully.
“Which one first?” Cliff says looking at the presents
“It’s your birthday babe,your choice!” I chuckle
“Okay okay” Cliff takes a present from the pile,choosing the gift closet to him. He unwraps the paper carefully “omg no way!”
“Figured you haven’t got the latest release yet” I giggle
“I haven’t actually,this is awesome,thankyou sweetheart,you know me too well”. He says flipping through the pages of the first of many horror magazines I got him.
“This will take up all my time on tour” he chuckles kissing me softly on my cheek.
“Can I open another one” he asks
“You’re not a child Cliff,of course you can” I laugh
Cliff opens another present “a new Walkman! Thankyou baby!” Cliff hugs me from the side “I’ve wanted one for ages” he mumbles into my neck “I know” i chuckle and kiss his hairline “I love you so much” he says into my ear. “Love you too sweetheart”
Cliff proceeds to open another present, he gasps when he opens the small box,it’s a necklace,with a silver pendant in the shape of his signature bass guitar,engraved on the back is the words “we’re just to lost souls,swimming in a fish bowl,year after year” Cliff looks over at me with tears in his eyes
“This is the most beautiful present I’ve ever received baby girl,seriously”
“You deserve everything and more” I cuddle Cliff as he wipes a few tears from both our eyes “you’re my girl. Forever and always” Cliff whispers and kisses me deeply.
“Forever” I whisper back
“Got you something else too” I say softly
“Oh baby you are really spoiling me” Cliff chuckles as stand up to find the vinyl I got him
“Here,I know it’s only small but yours doesn’t even play anymore because of how scratched it is” I chuckle
“No way! Thankyou babe,I’ll put it on right now! Cliff pads across the living room to put the vinyl on.
As the first notes to “shine on you crazy diamond” comes through the speakers Cliff takes me in his arms “I love you more than anything,you are my entire existence baby,I love you more than the band,music…my bass,everything” he whispers in my ear as we slowly sway to the sound of pink Floyd echoing through the house.
“Imma fucking marry you some day” he whispers “ just you wait”
After a while of holding each other,we sit down on the couch again,”wanna play our song? Birthday treat” Cliff grins
“Birthday treat.” I agree as Cliff gets our guitars out.
“You better sing too,it’s my birthday in the end” Cliff winks playfully
“Considering it’s your birthday,I guess I could sing it…” I chuckle as I play the opening riff
“You’re so beautiful” Cliff whispers as he waits for the lead part to kick in.
I take a deep breath and play the opening chords,it almost being second nature to me at this point,after two run throughs Cliff joins in too.
“So,so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell,blue skies from pain?…
Can you tell a green field,from a cold steel rail…
A smile from a veil?do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade,your heroes for ghosts
Hot ashes for trees,hot air for a cool breeze.
Cold comfort for change? Did you exchange
A walk-on part in the war,for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish,how I wish you were here,
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,year after year.
Running over the same old ground,and how we found the old fears,wish you were here…
We finish the song with tears in our eyes,looking at each other with ever lasting love,and compassion for each other,”we always compliment each other so well” Cliff says emotionally,”I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d rather spend my life with” he puts his guitar down and the same time as me and we meet in a passion but love filled kiss,his arms wrapping around me as he takes me to bed,the love and desire he has for me so raw and clear to see.
I couldn’t imagine a life without him,and I don’t want ever lose what we have. And yeah,I’m making sure I become his wife some day.
If you made it this far,thankyou🥲 this my first long fic in a longggg time,and I’m making a part two (will be very very sad) I just love Cliff and pink Floyd so much,so I decided to combine the two,came up with this listening to wish you were here and I shed a few tears writing it,hope you enjoy ❤️❤️
Episode two is devastating. The village being torn apart like that, people screaming as everything goes up in flames. The poor kids hiding terrified only to be burned alive as their tribe watches.
We had already been shown that Tagon and his men were awful people, but even this still shocked me on my second watch.
Wait no hang on I’m giving the internet back to announce that I have actually finished reading a book.
Also, to the person who was asking about Annihilation: Tumblr briefly ate your message, but now that it has returned it and I have properly finished the book I will make an attempt to form some kind of coherent thoughts on the matter.
