Sapphic-terror - Nicky

Martyr and Icarus, a story.

Icarus, another young mortal full of hopes and fears calls hesitantly, Icarus, tell me a thing, please. This human, so flawed and such a helpless dreamer, has bright eyes that can shame gods and a smile so sharp and beautiful that stars don’t shine at all; an impossible love breathes within bones and flesh, like fire.

Was love worth the fall, Icarus? Please, tell me it was, I hope it was, this mortal, youth that is heroic and shattered and slightly afraid, pleads to the sky, pleads to the sea. Hope is almost as dreadful and tricky as freedom, love is even worse.

Oh, Icarus, I think I want to love something divine so hard, I think I want to kiss something divine so much, this young mortal sighs and blinks with tears like shards of glass and blood alike liquid gold. A boy with wings made of wax and flesh as soft as a rose petal cries, for fate is unfair, fate is always so unfair.

Run away from your monster of a lover: they’re going to eat you alive soon, and this night isn’t a night for tragedies, Icarus whispers softly all the things he wishes he’d known.

Because maybe Bradley burned down all of his bridges, but Jake never had any to begin with.

third times the charm by sapphic_terror on ao3 :)

you guys ever go seem a movie on a whim and it just fucks you up in the craziest way possible with no warning

Charles is old, older than he has any right to be, and she is not the first child he’s buried. She’s not even the first empty grave he’s mourned. 

watching season 2 of lioness and your telling me they aren’t planning on kidnapping one or both of Joe’s daughters????

my favorite couples are the oc’s in my head for fics I haven’t and will never write. Like yes I put them through hell and back, but hear me out, the tension filled reunion when they think one of them is dead, and they run across the room and hold each other like the world is ending????

Imagine your psychic soulmate, the only other person in this hell called living who truly understands you, gets a taste of freedom but decides to stay in place because they've convinced themself that hell is all they deserve.

“And when they speak of Troy, they speak of Helen who fled with Paris for love, and this inspires verse. Not Briseis, who lost all, all she ever loved and was used as barter in a war that wasn’t hers. Not Cassandra, who tried to warn them but was called liar because of a Gods curse. Not Hecuba, who was forced to give all her children to this cruel beast she knew would never be satisfied. Not Andromache, who lost her beloved husband Hector to a battle he should not have had to fight, and her baby to the ruthlessness of the victors and their spite. I suppose as a woman your value in war is simply casualty if your face isn’t synonymous with devastating beauty, that powerful men wish to possess and claim so much, that they will launch a thousand ships in their own misplaced honour, yet blame it on your name.”

— Nikita Gill, Woman of Troy

judith grimes embodies funeral by phoebe bridgers and no i will not explain

one last stop by casey mcquiston // From Eden - Hozier // 39 ways that i love u - “The Beatrice Letters” (a series of unfortunate events) ~ lemony snicket // Hans Makart - Detail from Musikalische Unterhaltung , 1874 // Edgar Allan Poe //39 ways that i love u - “The Beatrice Letters” (a series of unfortunate events) ~ lemony snicket // Cornelia Street - taylor swift // nobody - Hozier // via instagram @artqueerhabibi // this love - taylor swift // Antony Gormley //

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