A Writer's Self Indulgent Side Blog

It’s been so long since I got to see a thing and think: wow yeah this could only happen on tumblr. This is one such thing and I had to contribute. Let Simon have a weird fucked up religious sorta relationship with Grace! This man has issues!! He’s never been off a space station!! The Hail Mary is literally as close as he could imagine as heaven!!!!!!

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I wonder if he'd try to do weird tests to prove it. Like Jimmy Novak sticking his hand in a pot of boiling water type stuff (niche reference lol)

Or if he'd try to ask questions only a supernatural being would know the answers to, but of course, Simon isn't very well-versed and Grace is a teacher, so Grace repeatedly yaps about stuff Simon has just straight up never heard of. Like he's speaking of a fantasy land so far away that only something divine could peer at it and understand. Raaaaugh not even the idea of Simon thinking Grace is an angel (they were agrarian dendrolatrists/pagans (?) I dont think their shit was based in Christianity).

Please, just.

✦ Two out of three revealed!

✦ I can almost see them... One final push!!

super excited, and was

not disappointed

ANYways yeah zie was my mutual and like, reblogged a lot my smaller posts. (that isn't to discredit what my mutual pompeyspuppygirl is saying about zie clout chasing ofc). AND idk zie was always reblogging art from new and undiscovered artists and reblogging donation posts (which if you don't know is really bad if you're trying to clout chase...) (again, though, ppg is my mutual i believe her.) and like, remember on valentines day i tried to blaze zir posts and zie told me to stop because zie didn't want the posts to go viral? (but again ppg is my mutual and has a lot of proof in the Google doc I'm not trying to disprove that I'm just saying what else I know)

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;

I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their bones;

So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus

Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest–

For Brutus is an honourable man;

So are they all, all honourable men–

Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.

He was my friend, faithful and just to me:

But Brutus says he was ambitious;

And Brutus is an honourable man.

He hath brought many captives home to Rome

Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:

Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:

Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;

And Brutus is an honourable man.

You all did see that on the Lupercal

I thrice presented him a kingly crown,

Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?

Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;

And, sure, he is an honourable man.

I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,

But here I am to speak what I do know.

You all did love him once, not without cause:

What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?

O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,

And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;

My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,