some tragic love stories be like: if i could bottle the galaxy, i would pour it into a cup so it would be easier for you to drink. do you want them? do you want the stars? or do they suit you better as adornments for your eyes than glitter on your lips?
but they don’t want the stars. they don’t want the galaxy. but how can they not? is that not enough? (it’s too much, that’s the problem. it’s too much.)
Orpheus stared at the mile before looking back to Ichabod. He giggled again, showing off his tiny teeth as he grabbed Ichabod’s sleeve. “Baba!”
That's when it clicked.
Baba.
Baba.
Ichabod.
SCREAMS
anyway, Chapter 18 of Photograph (Summer, 1995) has altered my brain chemistry and left me a changed person. this has been months in the making and i’m glad to finally get to share it because if this convinces even 1 more person to read this fic, i’d be satisfied.
I wanna get back into The West Wing and I wanna get back into White Collar and I wanna get back into American Dragon: Jake Long but I can't do any of those because I'm currently still on my Agent Carter bullshit and my stupid-ass ADHD brain only allows me to be obsessed with one TV show at a time
not to have a nother one of my brain spasms but fakir diving into the lake after ahiru and ahiru seeing rue in the gear window and wanting to go after her but being held back BUT NOT BECAUSE SHE HAS TO STAY THERE NO bu tbecause ahiru can save her once shes back on the surface herself and rue letting the ravens drag her away into despair in mytho's stead and mytho coming after her and them leaving hand in hadn THE ORPHEUS AND EURIDICE OF IT ALL.
thought seeing hadestown again would quench my thirst but instead it just made me want to go to NYC again to see the Broadway production once more lmao