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hi! i just finished reading tts for the fifth time and i've just always wondered how you thought harry and louis meeting each other's families would go? family is obviously important to both of them throughout the fic so I just was wondering how it was for them to introduce that part of their lives to one another. Thank you and I absolutely adore you and your writing!

ok, i know you sent this a while ago and i’m sorry for not replying sooner. i have been thinking about this though and i have opinions. 

the way i imagine this whole thing going is that harry would be relatively chill about it all (normal meeting the fam stress but mostly excitement), while louis would be a nervous wreck about the whole thing and blow it wayyyyy out of proportion. like.... freaking the fuck out thinking it’s a bad idea, etc etc re: introducing HIS family to harry. i know, i know, it’s a bit of a role reversal re: their dynamic in the fic since louis is such a steady and strong figure in the story while harry is a little bit adrift (is louis a lighthouse amidst the troubled seas harry is drowning in????? yes. yes he is.) BUT it absolutely makes sense to me that it would be like this. here’s why. 

first of all, i think louis meets harry’s family first. a. because harry is so excited about it and really wants to make it happen relatively quickly and b. because THEY’RE so excited about it. they’ve heard so much about louis and they know how much he helped harry when he was struggling. they know louis helped him in ways they couldn’t because the pressure was somehow on. and they’re thankful and excited and eager to discover the person behind the stories. they’re very aware that this is a big deal and a big serious relationship for harry. because they’re so thankful and they kind of love him already through harry’s eyes and stories and smiles and improvements in general, it’s maybe a little less pressure ? and more of a welcoming into the family straight away kind of thing. i like to imagine maybe harry asks louis if his family could come and stay at the b&b and meet both louis and fair isle at the same time. so they do a little weekend with his parents and his sister so harry’s two worlds can collide. and it goes very well and it’s a pretty special bonding experience for all of them. louis and gemma become best friends pretty much instantly and cliff pretty much falls in love with anne. overall, a big big success. 

harry meeting louis’ family however... i can imagine that taking a little bit longer. the way i see it, i think louis being so protective of harry and his privacy, and not wanting for him to feel exposed or pressured, would want to delay the meeting a little. there’s a lot of youngsters in his family, teenage girls he now realises absolutely know who harry is and no matter how much he loves them and trusts them, it makes louis nervous. mostly, it makes louis nervous to think it could make harry nervous and he doesn’t want to put him in this position where he maybe doesn’t feel safe. harry, bless his heart, is blissfully unaware that that’s what concerns louis and kind of thinks maybe this is about some of louis’ homophobic more distant relatives that are mentioned in the fic. and he doesn’t want to pressure louis into putting himself in maybe a vulnerable position like that. meanwhile, louis just thinks that harry would be scared of being Exposed by the fans even though he KNOWS his sisters wouldn't do that, esp. if he asked them not to. but ofc, louis’ family don’t really know about harry at all, since he kept that pretty secret so while they know there’s a new relationship, they don’t really know the finer details. so it’s all a bit awkward and unsaid and there’s a lot of misunderstandings surrounding it. at some point, louis grows a pair and admits what he’s actually scared of and harry laughs. not his finest moment, but it’s a fond one, and he kind of admits it never even occurred to him to be worried since all the stories louis told about his mother and his siblings are wonderful. he trusts louis ergo he trusts them too. so they finally decide to pop for a visit. 

i can’t decide if i want louis to like... prep his family in a way that is completely ridiculous and over the top, with like a list of rules and questions they’re not allowed to ask and etc. and when harry gets there and everyone is kind of silent and awkward he’s like ????? until one of the oldest siblings admits there’s very little they can talk about under louis’ code of conduct and harry goes ‘oh fuck that’ which 100% endears him to everyone. louis’ mum goes ‘oh thank god, i thought you were ridiculously high maintenance and out of touch, but it was just louis being protective and stupid’. to which louis replies ‘i’m you’re child, you can’t call me stupid’ and she gives him such a scathing and judgemental look that he huffs and leaves the living room to go grab a drink. he pretends to be offended but by the time he’s in the kitchen by himself, he’s beaming. he doesn’t know what he was so worried about. 

OR..... there’s a part of me that’s like.... he wouldn’t tell them a single thing except ‘i’m bringing my boyfriend for the weekend’ and just show up with harry styles in tow, giving his sisters a fucking heart attack. one of them is literally listening to a harry styles song in her room when they show up. the music is way too loud and can be heard throughout the house. the words ‘i want to die’ are uttered out loud by louis and they haven’t even crossed the threshold yet. throughout dinner, louis glares at anyone who starts asking harry a question until harry goes ‘your face is gonna get stuck like that, what were you asking me about the brits?’ and the tension finally drops a little. one of the twins does drag harry up to her bedroom so he can sign her poster and louis has a mini existential crisis because there’s his shirtless boyfriend on her wall and he can’t believe he didn’t know. he feels mortified for 1.5 sec before he starts making fun of harry for the ridiculous photoshoot. 

yeah... i can’t decide but both is good. and both end well despite major drama (mostly made up by louis and his dumb brain). 

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Housewarming Magic

For when you’ve moved into a new living situation or are ready for a new start <3

Finding your home/moving:

Spell for your dream house

The witch’s moving checklist

Cleansing:

Room cleansing

To absorb negative energy from a room

Summer house cleansing

Herbal wall/floor wash + witchy cleaners

Home cleansing tips

Home cleansing brew

Thoroughly clearing spaces

Crystals to cleanse the home

Cleansing your space without smoke

Cleansing your space: a how-to guide

Energy cleansing

Low energy cleaning + cleansing

Warding + Protection:

A crash course on warding

To ward the home

Threshold magic 101

Protect my home spell

Home protection steam spell

Simple home protection jar spell

“Little lurkers” home protection spell

Room/home protection

Wall of fire property & house protection spell

Protection (wind) chimes

The Rowan cross

Protecting the property

Check out the sigils below!

Sigils:

“For a magical and happy home”

“Sospidonum”

“This space is full of life, light, and bright energy”

“No fighting in this home”

“My home is safe”

“This home is safe for all”

“This home is a safe and healthy environment”

“My house is protected from unwanted influences”

“My home is protected”

Witchin’ it up:

Happy home spell jar

Home sweet home spell jar

House to home spell

Doing the dishes the witchy way

Homemade laundry detergent recipe

Laundry magic

Pleasing household spirits

When a bad guest leaves

Building a magical home

Odds and ends:

Magic, and power, in homemaking

The history and creation of witch bottles

Cottage witch tips

Hearth witch tips

The basics of kitchen and cottage witchcraft

You may also like:

Bedridden witch: garden / stale energy / kitchen edition

Spells for job seekers

Travel witchery

Links updated October, 2020 (please inform me of broken links via askbox)

💧 Mermaid’s Tears 💧

a spell to create mermaid’s tears substitute, which can be used to grant small wishes, heal, or even reveal hidden truths.

💧 gather: sea salt, stormwater, seaweed, sea glass bottle, blue and green glitter, white beads or faux pearls. (only use real ones if you want)

💧 fill the sea-glass bottle with stormwater and dissolve the sea salt in it.  

💧 mix in the green and blue glitter, shake thoroughly. 

💧 wrap the outside of the bottle with seaweed. 

💧 put beads/faux pearls inside bottle. seal bottle shut. 

💧 take beads out one at a time for individual uses, whether they are wishes, healing, or revealing the truth. 

💧 when done with each bead, crush or break in half.

Gender Magic

I noticed that there were only small pockets of posts on helping ease dysphoria or helping you feel more at home with your gender/identity so I decided to compile what I could here!

TERFS are not welcome to interact with this post. But, I always seize the opportunity to block gross people!

Spells (dysphoria):

Dysphoria healing spell

Dispelling dysphoria

Dysphoria spell bottle

Gender protection jar

Voice dysphoria glamour

To stop chest dysphoria

Menstruation dysphoria tea

Spells (gender identity):

Gender affirmation spell

Gender orientation validation spell

An enchantment to be seen as the gender you identify with

Gender clarity switch

Gender euphoria incantation

Confidence mirror glamour

Glamour to prevent misgendering

Sigils:

Dysphoria is banished

I am free of dysphoria

I do not have gender dysphoria

Dysphoria does not effect me

Relieving dysphoria for trans people

My gender is accepted

My voice gets deeper

For feeling more masculine:

Glamoured masculinity potion

The emperor’s reform spell (to strengthen masculine energies)

Bath spell for transmasculinity 

Dapper magic

I am full of masculinity sigil

I look more masculine sigil

For feeling more feminine:

Potion for trans-feminine people

Glamoured femininity potion

The empress reclaim spell (to strengthen feminine energies)

I appear feminine sigil

My appearance is feminine sigil

Increased femininity sigil

For feeling more non-binary (any “non-traditional” gender):

Androgynous glamour

My body is an agender body sigil

Non-binary confidence sigil

Ambiguity / Androgyny / Genderlessness sigils

General:

Dysphoria tarot spread

Crystals for dysphoria

Gender identi-tea

Other resources:

@sylvaetria‘s masterpost

@witchy-woman‘s LGBT masterposts [masculine] [feminine]

@magicusersresource‘s masterpost (spells for trans and nb folks)

@neurodwitches‘ masterpost (dysphoria and witchcraft)

Pretty Boy Squared

Summary: When Spencer comes into the Bureau with a number of semi-visible hickeys, the team starts to tease him, not knowing that the one who gave him the hickeys is another member of the team.

Words: 1,168

Warnings: Making out, heavy touching, teasing of the sexual and nonsexual variety.

A/N: This was a request for a Spencer x Male!Reader fic where he left hickies on Spencer and the team teases him, not knowing who he’s seeing. Spencer gets a little cranky at all the teasing and corners his boyfriend in the bathroom to get a little revenge.

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Hi can I ask for a harry smut?

I'm just making this up on the fly but here we go. Gotta get something out today. And honestly, this is super self indulgent so- and I'm not sure what this-

Warnings: SMUT (+18), pet-names, small choking. If I missed any, please dm me.

Harry's fingers intertwined with yours, his bare hips resting flush against yours. His other hand snuck under the hem of his jersey, raising the fabric up your chest while he explored your skin.

"Should've known how I was gonna react, bunny." Emerald green eyes locked with yours before slowly trailing down your body. He always did love how desperate you looked. "So perfect." he couldn't help but grin.

"Harry," you whined out, your eyes followed the hand across your chest moved down to your stomach, "please, do something." you were grateful the dorm room was empty. The boys would've laughed at you for begging like a whore.

"Hmm, I'm not sure if I should." he rutted against you, moving his hips in a circle just to watch your head toss back and your jaw clench up. 

"Please." Your voice jumped octaves in the middle of your plea. The bastard gave you a hard thrust, causing your back to arch off the mattress.

Harry licked his lips. He always did love how responsive you were, so he told you, in that raspy voice he knew you drooled over. His hands clamped down onto your waist before he began to finally move into a solid rhythm.

One of your hands came to cover your mouth while the other tugged at the bed sheets. Your eyes squinted closed, your mind going fuzzy as stars danced behind your lids. The hand around your mouth was suddenly tugged away, causing a gasp moan combo to leave your swollen lips.

"I want to hear you, darling. Don't hide from me." Harry leaned over to plant a heavy kiss against your lips. His hips didn't stop slamming into you while his lips dragged across your cheek. "Are you close?"

You nodded your head quickly, one hand wrapping around the back Harry's neck, the other around your dripping cock. Your moans bounced off the bring walls before colliding loudly with Harry's.

"Good boy." His hot breath fanned across your skin as he grunted. His hand abandoned your hip and instead latched onto your throat. "Merlin, fuck-" His hand gave your throat a gentle squeeze- just barely cutting off the air flow, making your legs clamp tightly against his skin.

Before you knew it, your hand was covered in your built up pleasure. His name left your lips as your back arched off the plush mattress. Once your walls clamped down around him, it didn’t take long for Harry to finish inside you. His thumb rubbed over your bobbing adams apple while you both recovered and caught your breath.

“I love you.” He whispered, kissing your warm cheek. He let out a chuckle when your chests collided. He sat up, pulling himself free and plopping himself down next to you. “You did so good, hun.” He held your hand gently rubbing his thumb along your knuckles to hide his yawn.

“I love you too, baby.” You giggled, running a hand through your sweaty hair. You raised an eyebrow over the yawn, but decided not to say anything about it. “You did good too.”

“Just good?”

“Keep pushing your luck and it’ll be decent.”

“Ouch. My pride.”

Hi can I ask for a harry smut?

I'm just making this up on the fly but here we go. Gotta get something out today. And honestly, this is super self indulgent so- and I'm not sure what this-

Warnings: SMUT (+18), pet-names, small choking. If I missed any, please dm me.

Harry's fingers intertwined with yours, his bare hips resting flush against yours. His other hand snuck under the hem of his jersey, raising the fabric up your chest while he explored your skin.

"Should've known how I was gonna react, bunny." Emerald green eyes locked with yours before slowly trailing down your body. He always did love how desperate you looked. "So perfect." he couldn't help but grin.

"Harry," you whined out, your eyes followed the hand across your chest moved down to your stomach, "please, do something." you were grateful the dorm room was empty. The boys would've laughed at you for begging like a whore.

"Hmm, I'm not sure if I should." he rutted against you, moving his hips in a circle just to watch your head toss back and your jaw clench up. 

"Please." Your voice jumped octaves in the middle of your plea. The bastard gave you a hard thrust, causing your back to arch off the mattress.

Harry licked his lips. He always did love how responsive you were, so he told you, in that raspy voice he knew you drooled over. His hands clamped down onto your waist before he began to finally move into a solid rhythm.

One of your hands came to cover your mouth while the other tugged at the bed sheets. Your eyes squinted closed, your mind going fuzzy as stars danced behind your lids. The hand around your mouth was suddenly tugged away, causing a gasp moan combo to leave your swollen lips.

"I want to hear you, darling. Don't hide from me." Harry leaned over to plant a heavy kiss against your lips. His hips didn't stop slamming into you while his lips dragged across your cheek. "Are you close?"

You nodded your head quickly, one hand wrapping around the back Harry's neck, the other around your dripping cock. Your moans bounced off the bring walls before colliding loudly with Harry's.

"Good boy." His hot breath fanned across your skin as he grunted. His hand abandoned your hip and instead latched onto your throat. "Merlin, fuck-" His hand gave your throat a gentle squeeze- just barely cutting off the air flow, making your legs clamp tightly against his skin.

Before you knew it, your hand was covered in your built up pleasure. His name left your lips as your back arched off the plush mattress. Once your walls clamped down around him, it didn’t take long for Harry to finish inside you. His thumb rubbed over your bobbing adams apple while you both recovered and caught your breath.

“I love you.” He whispered, kissing your warm cheek. He let out a chuckle when your chests collided. He sat up, pulling himself free and plopping himself down next to you. “You did so good, hun.” He held your hand gently rubbing his thumb along your knuckles to hide his yawn.

“I love you too, baby.” You giggled, running a hand through your sweaty hair. You raised an eyebrow over the yawn, but decided not to say anything about it. “You did good too.”

“Just good?”

“Keep pushing your luck and it’ll be decent.”

“Ouch. My pride.”

Under the Stairs

Summary: Sirius has about 0 control over his hands during dinner. That’s about it. Oh, and sex by the stairs.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), kinky, dirty talk, exhibitionism, kinda and bad writing. If I missed any please dm me.

Notes: It’s gay, man. And I am so, so sorry for how long this took. This took so long, I’m sorry.

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“Sirius!” You smacked his hand away from your thigh for the fifth time that night. You were just trying to enjoy your dinner surrounded by your friends and family and Mr. Grabby Hands next to you was making it hard to do so. Like, couldn’t you eat in peace? Was that so much to ask for? 

Sure, you missed the animagus more than anyone could understand, but Merlin’s beard, he was exceptionally grabby tonight and it was starting to get on your nerves, especially since Harry was just across the table with his best friend’s family. All nine members and then some, but did Sirius care? No, not at all. Did he ever care? Nope. Once, he fucked you against the wall separating your shared room and Lupin’s room. He truly held no shame.

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“But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you.”

— Louis Sachar (via meineluft)

38 or 39 with Larry?

38 …because they’re running out of time.

i’ve decided to set this within the lighthouse au universe because i’m in a mood so here’s a little drabble set sometimes post fic but before hl get engaged/married. 

“I gotta go,” Harry says with a giggle when Louis traps him against the cottage’s front door that morning. He scrambles for the handle clumsily, his belly pressed against the door, Louis’ weight heavy on his back. 

“Nope,” Louis replies, quickly reaching for Harry’s long fingers, grabbing his hand and stopping his escape. 

Harry huffs loudly as he tries to wiggle away, pretending to be annoyed. He can’t fully commit to it though and soon enough he’s laughing again. “I’m gonna miss the ferry.” 

“Good,” Louis lies, reaching up with teasing fingers to grab at the collar of Harry’s tee, dragging it down to expose his neck and biting playfully into it. 

“Next one’s not for a few days. Can’t miss the beginning of tour because my boyfriend’s horny!” 

“Why not,” Louis mumbles playfully into Harry’s neck. 

“Lou,” Harry sighs and Louis exhales too, taking a step back, allowing enough space for Harry to turn around and face him. 

He looks cute and perfectly dishevelled in the early summer light and it’s not fair that he has to go away for months now, just pick up the suitcases scattered across the entryway and leave Louis here to deal with the busy season. 

They planned it this way of course, so that Louis would be busy during the first leg of the tour, when Harry’s off being a big deal in America. He’s going to visit Harry at some point, Louis knows that. In only a couple of months too. Barely any time at all. Not to mention that he’s probably going to be dragged along the entirety of the European leg if Harry has his way. It’s barely goodbye. 

But Louis’ heart squeezes painfully in his chest as he sees the soft way Harry is looking at him as he reaches for his waist, dragging him into a fierce embrace, pressing a kiss on his forehead. 

“I’m gonna miss you,” Harry admits against Louis’ skin. “So much.” 

“You better!” Louis teases into Harry’s neck. “And you better write home all the time.” 

“One postcard per city,” Harry promises, sliding a finger against the skin between Louis’ tank top and his jeans in a slow caress.

Louis nods into Harry’s shoulder, the ball lodged in his throat too big for him to speak. 

“I really have to go.” 

He says so reluctantly like he’s saying ‘I don’t ever want to leave you at all’ and that makes it a little better, Louis thinks distantly, to know that this is hard on both of them, that he’s not going to be the pining spouse crying at home while Harry has the time of his life. That even though they’ll both have a great summer, they’ll be leaving a part of themselves behind, cradled in their lover’s palm while they’re apart. 

Louis sighs instead of replying, untangling himself from Harry’s body, holding on to his tiny waist, fingers grasping at the belt loops of his jeans. When their eyes meet, he smiles, eyes crinkling. “Go forth and conquer the world baby,” he says solemnly, warmth spreading through his lower belly when it makes Harry cackle. 

“Okay,” Harry agrees before leaning forward to kiss him one last time. 

They make it to the docks with thirty seconds to spare, the ferry’s captain shaking his head as they arrive out of breath, arms full of suitcases and bags, Clifford happily bouncing next to them. 

Once Louis has helped Harry get all of his luggage on board, the captain shakes his head at them. 

“We got no time for your sappy stuff Tomlinson,” he groans exaggeratedly while clapping Louis on his back. “I’m already running late because of this guy,” he adds, pointing at Harry over his should with his thumb before turning around and climbing into his boat. 

Harry smiles at Louis sheepishly, reaching for his hand and pressing a small kiss to the palm of it. “See you soon,” he promises. 

y’all i had such a lovely lovely day and i feel great about my art. how do you guys feel about a lighthouse au coda?  

tired tired sea

vintage heartbreak for a modern boy

songs that sound like silence 

soft winter heart on a soft winter day

the feeling of sunshine on your face when you tilt your head back with your eyes closed

Eleanor looks like she’s whispering to Louis all the things she’s going to do to him that night and Louis looks like he’s going to explode from being so turned on

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what louis says: SHE’S MINE what louis means: YOU’RE MINE AND I’M YOURS

I don’t really know what people generally call this method of sigil making, so I’m just calling it “Letter Shaping” because you’re using the basic shapes from certain letters. This is the most common form of sigil making, and it allows the most creative influence. As you see above the sigils are for nearly the same thing, yet the sigils came out completely different. Not because the purpose was different, but because I approached them both a different creative way, and that’s what I like so much about this method. There’s a lot of freedom and personalization involved.

(UPDATE: Here’s a link to a guide on how to deconstruct letters down to basic shapes)

Any good fic recs for tsoa?

I read a few, so have it here o/

a lesson in love by liionne [3,207]

“You have to go.” Achilles says, and his hands are on Patroclus’ chest, but they aren’t pushing. No- he’s doing a lot of things, but he’s not pushing. He’s memorising the feeling of smooth skin beneath his hands, and he’s counting the pulse that thuds beneath the right, committing that to memory too. He’s feeling the rise and fall of his best friend’s chest - best friend, boyfriend, lover, whatever; they all feel like synonyms now - and he’s meeting those dark brown eyes with his own. “If my mother catches you here she’ll kill you.”

“I know.” Patroclus murmurs, but he makes no move to go.

your name like a song by sarahyyy [1,108]

“Patroclus,” he sighs again into the dark, and means I wish I could, means I wish I dared, means I wish you wanted me too.

(History Is) A Pattern Of Timeless Moments by Brenda [3,180]

Achilles knew his truest triumphs would never be strung together in verse to be sung at campfires, knew that no poet or aoidos would ever know his greatest success. No, these conquests – the huff of Patroclus’ laughter against his throat, the sharp, sea-salt taste of Patroclus’ skin after a swim, the way Patroclus’ eyelids fluttered after every kiss – those were Achilles’ alone to cherish.

Or:

Four times Achilles and Patroclus were truly happy.

at least as deep as the pacific ocean by ninjee [5,166]

It’s not that Patroclus somehow has not noticed that his new favorite coffee shop seemed to only hire possible models, but, well. There’s a thin line between noticing and admiring a person’s looks and being fucking creepy about it.

When Rome’s In Ruins (We Are The Lions) by metwithdarkness [6,596]

So far, Patroclus has learned the following about Achilles:- He doesn’t get along with either of his parents, but- he lives with his dad when he’s not at school, and- his dad pays for college and - the frat house he lives in was named by his dad- (but really, does Achilles want to follow in his dad’s footsteps?)- (honestly, he’s not sure he does, but)- (what would he do instead?)Patroclus suggests being a male model and Achilles laughs so hard he snorts soda out of his nose. It’s humanizing, which is both awesome – after their runs, Patroclus was half-convinced Achilles was secretly a god – and terrible – god, if he’s human, he’s touchable, now isn’t he?

tell me again by jellybabiestomanual [907]

“How does that work? Achilles is so far out of his league and he can’t even see it.”

“I don’t get it. It must suck to date a blind kid, and Pat’s not even hot.”

They’d probably thought they were being quiet, but Patroclus is, after all, blind. His hearing compensates.

you’ll find me in the next life, if not this one by iwillbeyourgoal [3,547]

patroclus and achilles keep bumping into each other in their reincarnations.

…as the poets say by Palebluedot [607]

“Do you know the story of how people came to look as they do now?”

Patroclus shakes his head. “Will you tell it?”

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“It was Helen’s face that launched a thousand ships, but you unleashed Achilles. How were you to know that poets would sing of his rage? – that innumerable men would meet their deaths at the end of his grief-stricken spear? How were you to know when you went to battle in his armor that you would never return to him? – that you had brought about his death as surely as your own? He wept – and his mother in the depths of the sea heard his cries. He wept – and he dirtied his face, and tore at his hair, and wished for death. Eternal glory was not worth the price he paid. It was not worth the loss of you, Patroclus, whom he loved as his own life. What was Achilles to do when his heart burned with you on the pyre? What was he to do when his home became nothing but ashes in a golden urn? He was nearly a god – son of a goddess, best of the Greeks. He fell to an arrow, the poets say, guided by Apollo himself. The poets are wrong. He was nearly a god – but he was mortal, and he fell to that great mortal weakness: love. You would have followed him anywhere, even into death. You must have known that he would do the same.”

— you were his Achilles’ heel | K.L.

The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller