Demi Ace, Panromantic She/ Her Greek, Hey im Mara, and this is my Sissyphussy Hill. It's mostly posts about fandoms I should be too old to care about but alas, so beware. You are encouraged to message for whatever reason.. If you dont want want to see the greek posts you can blacklist the tag #@γκρεεκ γκανγκ Icon made by the glorious @eve-birdman-art
everyone hates orange until they actually see her in context. “oh it’s such an ugly color, too bright!” look at sunsets and autumn, look at campfires and deserts. she’s the most beautiful and special part of the scene. now apologize.
I am completely obsessed with a crown of candy. like caramelinda and lazuli were IN LOVE. they were lesbians. imagine you’re caramelinda. you are married to the love of your life. and she dies. your country is unstable, you need to remarry, politically. you have to remarry to her baby brother who up until now has just been a reckless prince getting up to stupid shit in the war. and now he’s your husband. and now he’s king. you have two daughters with him. he is a useless ruler, so you manage everything. you try to keep your family safe. your daughters grow up and take after their father. they take after lazuli. they are reckless. they just want to fight things, and you feel like their jailer, trying to impose rules, trying to keep them safe. you love them and would break apart if anything happened to them. you miss your wife. you have been married to your husband for 20 years now. he has been by your side longer than you even knew your wife. you deserved her, not him. it is impossible not to love him. but never like you loved her. he is still an irresponsible reckless warrior. he is a coward. he is your partner in life. you have children and a kingdom together. one of your daughters dies. she dies sneaking away after you told her to go to bed. you are queen. you are supposed to be able to protect her. you had ordered people to follow her and keep her safe. she still died. you want to blame her. you want to blame everyone. you want to blame yourself, you tried so hard to keep her safe. you cry in your husbands arms. you find out your wife kept secrets from you. you have to leave your home. your family is in danger. your family is protecting itself. you feel like dead weight. you miss your wife.
“i think you might be the butterfly” is genuinely one of the most gentle and generous and beautiful things anyone could possibly say about someone else
i love the fix because he’ll be talking to conrad and he’ll say like “it’s time to unlearn that lesson” or “i think you’re the butterfly” and then IMMEDIATELY turn around and go “did you know that half of your bones are in your hands and feet?” or something
honestly there is something so tragic about your conscience being stuck in a state of childlike naïvety, being dismissed as a temporary and childish interest that you grow out of
