It’s an old tradition that during a leap year women could propose to men. This was usually depicted as old or ugly women trapping men, but some art focused more on the role reversal and could be quite cute.
I have a soft spot in my heart for the last one because it plays on the idea of “undesirable” people, a tall masculine woman and a shy effeminate man, finding each other but instead of mocking them depicts it as sweet that she could finally ask him because he was too shy and insecure to ask her.
he thinks im weird
there’s this guy, he’s in my class and sits across from me. I accidentally hurt myself by dropping a table on myself and he picked it up and asked me if i was okay. And god i think that did it, always liked to stare at you but you went ahead and did that. i think that was the moment i knew i’d fall for you somehow. Now i notice everything, how you have the prettiest mole on the back of your neck, how loyal you are to your friends, how incredibly good you are at math, how you’re kind of a dork, how you like b99 so much, how you laugh at the stupidest things, how you always have a homemade lunch that you always end up giving to others rather than having it yourself, how you whisper the answer to the person beside you if they weren’t paying attention, how all your playlists have cute hand drawn covers. You don’t like me, not like that. I know, but i dont think i regret it for even a second admiring you. And so what if i’ll never be able to be with you, you smile at me and talk to me sometimes; i once(multiple times) ranted to my bestfriend when our hands accidentally touched. Im in love with you, and if i cant have your love im fine with having to have met you in this life.
My muse, my light, my art knows your shades as if it were its own
I will immortalize you in my world, through and through.
With my brushstrokes as sharp as your words, with my colors as bright as your hearts core.
If you ruin me, i will let you.
you wear damaged scars on the tip of your fingertips,
My eyes only regard them for how they fabricate you glow,
Your breath a phantom of the winds soft kiss,
As you break my heart, I will beg you to do it slow.
My lovely muse with the deepest water under the shore,
I will drown, deeper and deeper with a smile till all ends,
As the life falls out of my being onto your ocean floor,
My love knew no limits, i loved as soft as cotton tends.
My ever young light, you live forever in my art
I watch gladly, as you tear me apart.
i don't think i want to have a husband if he's like my father
yes.
character who is doomed by the narrative but essentially responds to it by going "nuh uh"
It’s an orphaned account now if you’re looking!
but here’s a link to her fix on ao3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/2154957
Here’s the fanfiction dot net account
https://www.fanfiction.net/u/3609010/MaydayParade8123
hope that helps xx
no because i dont think you understand the absolute god maydayparade8123 is to pjo fanfiction
girls fixing their necklaces like businessmen fix their ties
bastille has done more for the queer community by just making all of their love songs about "you" instead of specifying a gender than taylor swift has in all of her discography. thanks for coming to my ted talk.