Goodnight, Laika.

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.

I got a bone graft, my dog died, and I can’t eat string cheese. 2025 is not going well

One of my favorite parts of “Twisters” is the misdirect with Tyler Owens’ character. Because at the start of the movie, he’s introduced as a douchebag YouTuber whose videos are vlogs in which he and his crew get into dangerous situations. But then when our protagonist Kate gets to know him, we learn that Tyler is actually:

1) a really sweet, humble dude who is looking out for all his friends

2) the smartest dumb guy you’ll ever meet. He has a degree in meteorology, but he does dumb things like drive into a tornado.

3) jumps into danger because he “feels” it / he’s attracted to the danger / wants to see if he can handle the danger

So in a weird way, he’s introduced as Cowboy Logan Paul, only for it to be revealed he’s more like Cowboy Markiplier. And let me just say, as soon as I compared him to Mark in the theater, I couldn’t unsee it lol.

do you ever get drunk enough that you low key think being a boy would be nice, or like an androgynous point in space and time

catastrophiccosmic on tiktok // pinterest // in praise of defeat by abdellatif laâbi // pinterest // writing prompts for the broken hearted by eden robinson // fleabag // romeo and juliet by richard brautigan // vincent van gogh

on getting better

?// ?// call your mom, noah kahan// letters to friends, family and editors, franz kafka// call your mom, noah kahan// september affirmation (Don’t Be Afraid), Keaton St. James (@boykeats) // @smuktvejr // ?// ?// 'east boston, 1996; night walk' in god's silence, franz wright// ending, jonny bolduc// listen, tara bray// the haunting of hill house, shirley jackson// little red cap, carol ann duffy// @daisies-on-a-cup// evermore, taylor swift// @angelwarm// long story short, taylor swift

" i’ll go " " and i’ll stay "

" and we’ll both be okay "

" what do we do? " " enjoy it "

" i love you " " it’ll pass "

oil on paper by ratsandlilies

Do you ever just get the urge to buy renaissance era dresses? Because like would I ever wear it, is it practical in the least? No. But I still want to frolic around in my flowy dress

Jake flies like he has nothing to lose, and Bradley flies like he has everything to. Sometimes, if he lets himself think, he wonders which one of them is lying.

third times the charm on ao3

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 :)