The thing that I cannot get over about mdzs is that Lan Wangji lived for Wei Ying. So many romances revolve around being willing to die for each other, but theirs is a story of living for the other.
Lan Wangji built his life around the Wei Wuxian shaped hole in the world. He collected things that reminded him of wwx. Held on to trinkets from their time together. Branded himself with the same scars that wwx wore in life. Raised a-yuan in his stead.
And this is a bit of conjecture, but the Lan disciples were able to replicate wwx’s spirit flags exceptionally well. I like to think that lwj also kept wwx’s memory alive in his teachings to his disciples. That spark of brilliance living on in the next generation.
For thirteen years, lwj kept his love, his Wei Ying, alive through memory. Through the scars he once wore. The child he held dear. The inventions he created. Through his love. Thirteen years, that could have easily turned into the rest of his life had wwx not returned.
Wei Wuxian was never truly gone from this world, so long as Lan Wangji kept living for him.
Ron: You’re writing with your left hand?
Draco: Yes. I’m ambidextrous
Ron: That’s so cool, mate, love who you love!
*later*
Ron: Harry, did you know Draco’s ambidextrous?
Harry: Really? You think I have a chance?
Hermione: …
Merthur really have it all huh. King and lionheart dynamic. Fucking hate at first sight then speedrun to trying to die for the other. Slow burn? Never heard of her. One of them wears gloves and one doesn't and I'm not even gonna bother to explain why that is top fucking tier. Lies and secrets that could bring about the doom of the kingdom. Obviously adore each other but will actually fucking die before saying it with actual words. The prince is a gigantic asshole who doesn't know how to show care or ask for attention like a person who had healthy emotional development as a child and oscillates between pulling pigtails and acting like an over-eager puppy or both at the same time. Domesticity levels previously unheard of. They canonically wear each other's clothes. One of them makes up words and the other promptly starts using them. Both are extremely into the other's specific brand of dumbassery. Their love language is fucking playing together. "I don't want you to change" fuck this fuck everything
“i don’t get hannibal lecter” it’s about being the worst person in the world and yet someone still loves you despite it and it’s about convincing yourself you’re fine living your life alone and never truly connecting with anyone until someone comes along and you realize you could never live without them now and it’s about caring about someone so deeply that all you want now is for them to truly see you and it’s about how your devotion is so crushing and deep that you’d go to lengths of even self-destruction just to keep them around so you can keep loving them. “but he’s a cannibal” lol yeah
What's your take on Odysseus's trauma and recovery back in Ithaca?
*looks at all the comics I made*
Lol but really, I realistically expect it to be severely rocky. He’ll have good days, mostly bad days, but what keeps him grounded is of course his family, you know?
But imagine losing your entire fleet under your command...
...only to come back to an entire population of thousands of people, expecting that you will lead them.
What if he fails again?
HERE. IT. IS.
THE. ART.
LOOK WHAT YOU'VE TURNED ME INTO. LOOK WHAT WE'VE BECOME.
I've been obsessed with the idea of Harry having a crush on Draco since the first year🥺🥺 (But of course, Harry doesn't know about this yet. For now, the little gentleman is just trying to impress Draco into becoming his friend💐✨)
The true blasphemy of literature is the romanticization of romance. They make it beautiful—all soft words, and elegant lines—and enchanting, with magic sparkling in the margins.
And you can feel it in the depths of your soul, an unexplored ocean of laughter and tears and dreams all melded together.
The yearning of a kiss that brushes against the steady and so so warm pulsing beat of life—against the smooth skin of a lovers neck. The desperation to touch another being and feel that they’re alive, right there next to you—right there, and never leaving.
To love and be loved is a jewel among treasures and all that we each seek—all that we each desire.
It burns and it burns and it burns.
“I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
“Come home and break my heart, if you must.”
“Occasionally, Fate pulls itself together again and Time is always waiting.”
“And perhaps it is the greatest grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”
“By you, I am forever undone.”
“One word from you shall silence me forever.”
“A heart’s a heavy burden.”
“My sweet nemesis.”
“If you have to go, you know I will go with you.”
and then?
and then.
The book is over.
And you remember that love like that doesn't exist.
Not in the real world.
And all you can do is cry.
“Mr. Potter, that gesture may be sweet and touching but please remember you two are in class and not in your own world. I do not tolerate sleeping in class so please wake Mr. Malfoy up. I’ll see the both of you in my office after class.” - Professor McGonagall
(scene inspired from wzxz/fake slackers 🥺🫶)