Liebestraum and Erwin Smith brainrot incoming
Ok but like imagine a modern AU with Erwin Smith where he is let's say a teacher/professor, living simply with his S/O and he loves to play the piano.
Every morning you are greeted with the same tune, the sound of heavenly melodies, one that sounds like love, one that sounds like a dream. 'Liebestraum' he told you was the title of the piece or 'dreams of love' in English.
'Dreams of love, huh', you thought. It truly lives up to its name. Because everytime Erwin plays it you feel like you are floating in a dream, inside a reverie with all the enchantments of love. And when you look at Erwin playing the piece, he touches the keys ever so gently and his expressions, even with eyes closed, were full of passion. Everytime Erwin plays it, you can feel his love.
And it touched you. It made your heart flutter. 'What a very sweet and grand gesture', you thought. Waking up every morning to this melody, it may be Erwin's way of saying 'I love you' first thing in the morning but in a way that is more beautiful, more heart-warming. He indeed is a very sweet man and you are so, so lucky to have him in your life.
'Dreams of love, huh' , it truly is some sort of a dream to be loved by someone like Erwin. The most gentle, passionate and ever so romantic. Living this life here with him is truly like a dream, living a life loved by Erwin Smith is a beautiful dream, one that makes you never want to wake up again.
But you never knew that you misunderstood it.
One day, while grabbing something from the storage room, a box suddenly fell. And there you saw it, a young Erwin smiling ever so gently, looking at her ever ardently. A woman you've never seen before. Erwin dated quite a number of women before but this one is someone you've never heard of Erwin speak about. And so you pick up the picture, it looked like when Erwin was a young freshman back in college. For some reason the photo exudes the kind of romance, the kind of love that happens once in a lifetime. And you turned it around. A small note and you immediately recognized Erwin's elegant handwriting.
'To my greatest love. You will always be in my heart. Life may have taken you away from me but know that my love for you will endure. And I will show it to you, I hope the heavens will allow you to hear it, when I play Liebestraum for you.
I will always love you.'
There was an aching in your heart that you could hardly bear. You knew that Erwin is a great lover, one that is capable of so much love, too bad it wasn't for you.
And you heard it once again, the what used to be a soothing sound of Liebestraum is now a haunting melody for you.
It used to be the sound of a beautiful dream, the sound of love, but now it has become the sound of a heart shattering nightmare.
'Liebestraum, huh' it truly lives up to its name. A 'dream of love'. A dream of being reunited with someone again. A dream of holding someone again. A dream of caressing someone again. A dream of kissing someone again. A dream of loving someone again. But that someone is someone else. Too bad it isn't you.
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god, i love tom wambsgans and his disaster of a love life.
first, he married shiv, knowing she’d cheated on him. she asks him for a open marriage on their wedding night. she can’t love him the way he wants her to. she’s so traumatised by her childhood and the roy life that she treats him like shit (i personally don’t think this is intentional. i think shiv hates herself for hurting tom, but she can’t stop. she just keeps doing it. she has a really warped view of love. she is NOT as evil as some people make her out to be) and he gets used as a doormat by her and her entire family.
then, there’s greg. who gives him attention where shiv doesn’t. who is tom’s emotional, and occasionally literal, punching bag. he’s to tom what tom is to shiv. at first. because you can see tom actually begin to care about greg pretty fast. but to his own detriment. he protects greg, even though, he doesn’t have to. even though, he should just treat him as expendable as he once said he was. but greg manages to lodge himself in tom’s heart and tom hates him for it. he’s married. greg is shiv’s cousin. they work together. it’s gonna ruin everything tom has worked to build. but the lines are way passed blurred by now. tom has fallen out of love with shiv, and into it with greg. but he doesn’t know if greg even loves him back. if he’s not just using him. will he stay? they’re supposed to be nero and sporus. the waystar two. greg made a deal with the devil, and sold his soul to tom. but is all that real? or has tom fallen for someone else who’s just gonna break his heart?
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having the annual "my mom asked me to send her my christmas wishlist but i can't think of anything" crisis despair spiral, so in lieu of gifts, here's what I truly want:
my inspiration and insatiable spark to create art. I want it back. I don't know what i've been battling against these past several years - art block? severe depression? crippling fear and hatred of the way social media algorithms grind artists into dust? whatever it is, I hate this feeling. my hands feel lost. I want my pens to bleed again.
an end to the killing. all of it. take the bigots' power away. I just want them to stop killing trans people and queer people and I want cops to not exist so they can't kill anyone else and I want Israel to stop killing Palestinians and I want the US government to stop killing my disabled brothers and sisters and I want the Russian-Ukrainian war to end without anyone else dying and
the rainwater to be drinkable again
to not have to scrabble for survival in a world that is trying its damndest to be too expensive and dangerous to survive in, let alone thrive
i want to thrive. i want to live. And I want that for everyone else. I want to have my basic needs met for the rest of my life so I can focus on what matters to me - tending my garden, cooking food for my friends from the harvest, learning new skills like throwing better pottery and rowing bigger rapids and how to suture a wound and how to point a telescope at the crab nebula, hugging my friends and family more, teaching children about how wonderful this world is and how to get to know it better, talking to people about the rare books I work with, volunteering at the multicultural center, squandering an entire day wandering in and out of towering canyons, etc.
a few new tattoos
to not be allergic to cats
to be able to hug my grandma again
a radically different world in which we will successfully halt and even reverse the worst effects of climate change; a world in which historically marginalized voices are heard and heeded; a world where we never drove the lord god bird and the bramble cay melomys and the dutch alcon blue butterfly and so many more of our precious relatives to extinction; where no one has the power to take more than they need from others, so that every single person receives the care and the resources they need to live their best possible life.
to re-experience the feeling of drifting off to sleep in the back of my parents' car on the way home from a family dinner and to dimly feel myself being lifted out into a light rain and my dad's arms, and carried inside and carefully lain down on my bed, and to awaken the next morning feeling safe beyond measure
to pet my little childhood goat again and tell him that I love him and I'm sorry I couldn't save him
to forget and read Rebecca Elson's and Mary Oliver's and Joy Harjo's poetry for the first time
covid to have never happened, and for the 6.6 million people it's killed so far to still be alive and laughing with the people who love them
etc.
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