Sometimes
you walk into a house
and the idea of taking off your shoes
doesn't even cross your mind.
other times
you walk into a house
and the floors leave your shoes dirtier
than the muddy footpath out front.
Souls are very much like houses
and even though you can’t make homes out of people
some people
feel like home.
Being close to him
is standing on a front porch at dusk
bathing in the warm light from the hallway
while you wait for him to let you in.
You find yourself kicking off your shoes
before he’s even opened the door
because he has the kind of soul you fear touching
lest you smear it with all your dirt.
You’ve been to many houses
so you think you know what to expect
but nothing can prepare you
for this kind of homecoming.
His stories are a blanket that he wraps around your shoulders
to ward off the chill of the evening
and looking at the world through his eyes
is like looking out across rolling fields
peppered with wildflowers.
He makes you want to be a better person,
makes you want to live every day
like it's a summer night.
There isn’t much space in his house
for empty feelings and meaningless words
and even though you know you can’t stay forever
you find yourself wanting to leave something behind.
So you tell him stories of your own
and he listens like what you’re saying
is actually worth hearing.
You share your favourite songs with him -
old Fall Out Boy that you didn’t think anyone else liked -
only to find that he knows every word
and when he sings along with you to The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes
you feel more seen than you’ve ever felt in your life.
You’ve been to many houses
so you think you know what to expect
but nothing can prepare you
for this kind of homecoming.
His soul isn’t just a home.
It’s a whole town full of houses -
a whole city of skyscrapers with all their lights switched on -
and even though you know you can’t stay forever
you hope you managed to leave a mark that says ‘I was here,’
because what a privilege it was to matter to him,
what an honour
to be let into his house.
回乡偶书, Impressions on Returning Home, by He Zhi Zhang 贺知章, translated with pinyin and vocabulary
huí xiāng ǒu shū – hè zhī zhāng (唐 – táng)
少小离家老大回,
乡音无改鬓毛衰。
儿童相见不相识,
笑问客从何处来。
PINYIN: Huí xiāng ǒu shū
Shǎo xiǎo lí jiā lǎo dà huí,
Xiāng yīn wú gǎi bìn máo cuī.
ér tóng xiāng jiàn bù xiāng shí,
Xiào wèn kè cóng hé chù lái.
ENG: Impressions on Returning Home
Young when I left home, old as I return,
My dialect has not yet changed, but the hair on my temples is thinning.
Children meet me not…
hi<3 if you can, can you do valeria and laswell with a gothic s/o? like someone who likes darker/morbid things and things like that! love your blog by the way! it’s definitely my favorite blog to come look at after a long ass day <333
Hey there! Sorry, but I couldn't really find too much on what counts as dark and morbid in the goth scene, so I wrote more general HCs, I hope that's alright still ^^;
Valeria and Laswell with a Gothic!S/O
Valeria: She’d most definitely be intrigued, but not too much. In all honesty, she doesn’t know too much about the subculture, she’s never really met a goth who was clearly one. However, if it makes you happy, that’s all that matters to her. While she won’t really know too many bands, or any at all, she’d be more than happy to listen to a few if you want her to. Yes, she won’t always have the time, but when she isn’t too busy she could put on some songs by Joy Division or The Cure, she really doesn’t mind. She can vibe to that sort of music, even if it isn’t her favorite. You’re more than welcome to discuss the literature with her, though. She’s probably never read a single gothic literature book, but she can buy you some. Anything from poetry to a regular novel, it’s quite alright. While she won’t be the best person to go to when it comes to discussing those, she’ll support you either way. However, something she could definitely enjoy would be going clothes shopping with you. The fashion is kind of nice, she has to admit, so she’d be more than happy to buy you whatever garments you desire. Will go out of her way to find something you might like as well. I can’t see her being too much into the history of goth culture, though. It’s nice that you are a goth, if you want to tell her about it, then you can and she’ll listen to you, but she likely doesn’t have the time to research everything by herself. Tell her about its roots and she can definitely appreciate you going against what’s mainstream and how it all came to be. She’s a very defiant and rebellious woman herself, so she definitely gets it.
Laswell: She knows so many people, I wouldn’t be surprised if she has worked with goths before. And even if she hasn’t directly, she’s likely seen quite a few walking around the city. She usually grows worried for them in summer since their attire is black, which makes it quite hot. However, she’d be very intrigued by you and your subculture. It’s something very near and dear to you, so she would put in the effort to learn about your history. Will give some classic bands a listen as well. She just really wants to have something to talk about with you. Besides, she gets to learn more about you. While she may not be the biggest fan of your interest in death, considering she’s surrounded by it more often than not, she’d be more than happy to indulge anything else it has to offer. Laswell spent a good chunk of life left alone with her thoughts, so she definitely knows a thing or two about melancholy, the state of the world and introspection. Maybe not in the same way you do, but she can definitely keep up in a conversation. She’s likely also unintentionally read some of the more popular gothic novels out there and liked them, so she’d make for a good discussion partner as well. While she doesn’t particularly understand the need to make your face completely white, she doesn’t mind. In fact, she thinks it looks quite cool, even if it’s not for her. However, the fashion in and of itself looks really good to her. Again, she wouldn’t want to wear it, but something about Victorian and Edwardian fashion has a certain something to it that she can’t quite place. Like Valeria, she’ll definitely buy you things she thinks you might like. Anything from a suit or a corset to a book about poetry. Beware, though, she will read the books before you can.
Summon Line: Don't think this'll be too difficult, 'cause it's a class for beginners. Eh, I'll just bang this out the best I can!
Groooovy!!: I mean, I don't really care if my dishes get compliments, or anything... Hey, I'm kidding, I'm kidding! I'm totally happy!
Home: Ooh, I look like a pro, don't I?
Home Idle 1: I feel like most deeply-colored veggies tend to have a more unique flavor. When it comes to both humans and vegetables, the stronger and brighter they are, the more distinct they are... Or, something like that.
Home Idle 2: While I was chatting with Sebek, Lilia passed by and tossed me a piece of candy... But it had a weird color, and I still haven't brought myself to try it.
Home Idle 3: Whenever someone tells me I can't do something, that makes me want to do it even more. Like putting stuff in the microwave that I shouldn't.
Home Idle - Login: Cooking, huh~ I only got a bit of experience from my turns helping make the sweets for the tea parties, but... Eh, I'm sure it'll be fine!
Home Idle - Groovy: Woah, perfect! It came out looking good ♪ Whaddya think? Looks like even cooking's no biggie for me when I put my mind to it!
Home Tap 1: Cherry pies that's got them fresh cherries piled on top feel like a total delicacy. Totally different vibe from candied cherries.
Home Tap 2: 'Cause of this one book I read when I was a kid, I really can't stand raw oysters. Kinda reminds me of that story whenever I see 'em...
Home Tap 3: Eh? Am I not supposed to wash the frying pans with soap? Oh, just not the cast iron ones? Sigh... That's about as nitpicky as one of the laws of the Queen of Hearts.
Home Tap 4: Man, I'm so glad the tomatoes were so easy to crush~ On the other hand, pureeing the chestnuts was sooo hard...
Home Tap 5: Ack! I was eyeballing how much salt to throw in, but now it's way too salty! Eeeh, I thought it'd work out, too. You mean, I gotta be more exact with it?
Home Tap - Groovy: How's it? Good? ...Awesome, sounds like you really do like it. There's still a lot more where that came from, so don't hesitate to grab seconds.
Simon Petrikov, Healing, Self-love, and a smidge more of Greek mythology if you really squint
“Ulysses” poem excerpt by Alfred Tennyson // Fionna and Cake Episode 10 “Cheers” // “Exitlude” by The Killers // “Cheers” // “Talk To Me” by cavetown // “a poem traveled down my arm” by Alice Walker // “Cheers” // “Ulysses” book by James Joyce
after what Thomas said in 5x05 about not being remembered, I hope Alison had one of his poems framed and placed somewhere in the hotel and that he got a room named after him too.
There are notebooks full, full of notes doodles recipes, poems; illustrations of love, ink soaked pages full of admiration. Small ink platter where Remus had pressed too hard on the quill, small in smudges where he’d dragged the sleeve of his robe over a particularly detailed sketch of Sirius in his casual clothes, a small section in the back of the book, full of pressed daisies from the daisy chain Sirius and James had made in the spring.
The notebook was soaked to the brim with Remus’s admiration, love and unrequited devotion to Sirius, a part of his heat that he allowed to be shown through intricate strokes of his quill, the script of his heart melted into the page.
And it was missing, it was not in his book bag? where he always kept it, he couldn’t find it anywhere. His heart was beating out of his chest, it was dangerous in anyone else’s hands, all his devotion was spilled into the pages and it threatened to ooze into the gossip-filled halls of Hogwarts.
He retraced his steps, carefully looking over the library and the Great Hall, seeing if he could see it on a table, or in someone’s hands.
He searched for what felt like eons for the secret part of his heart, until he finally decided to retire to bed, hoping to find the notebook tomorrow in one of his classes.
As he opens the door to the dorm, to only see Sirius, and the notebook.