villains, i am a sacred person; touch me not

op you got your validation from 13k people

i did indeed and the more i look back on it the less funny it is lmao

You’re laughing. My dream cow floated into the air before I could tow it into the barn with my rope and you’re laughing.

Despite the assertions of certain scholars, there is little evidence of heteroeroticism in Archaic Greece. Meager references may perhaps be found in the Iliad. While the epic is famous for the relationship between Achilles and Patroclus and its role in turning the tide of the Trojan War, Helen and Paris, commonly interpreted by modern readers as friends, may provide a parallel to these famous lovers. Instrumental to Helen’s escape to Troy with Paris was Aphrodite, whose erotic connotations are well known from Sappho’s poetry. It could be argued, however shocking it may be to our modern sensibilities, that Paris and Helen’s love was of a similar nature. Nevertheless, other possible mentions of “straight” people (I use quotation marks as such an identity did not exist in Ancient Greece) remain debatable. There is no evidence that Hector and Andromache’s love was anything but platonic; the intimacy of their exchange in Book 6 should not be taken as heteroerotic, as declarations of strong affection between friends were common in ancient times. Neither is their marriage proof of institutionalised different-sex unions based on attraction. It is well known that most marriages were concluded for practical reasons, and romantic feelings rarely, if ever, entered the picture. As such, the question of whether “straight” people existed in Archaic Greece cannot be conclusively answered.

what if i was the daughter of a minor noble and you were a beautiful peasant girl and we met in the woods while i was escaping etiquette lessons and you were foraging for summer berries to preserve, and although we were shy at first you showed me how to find the ripest, sweetest berries and for the rest of summer and autumn we met in the woods until one day you kissed me with blackberry stained lips as the leaves were gilding overhead and we stayed out that night under the stars. what if.

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I live in constant fear of an SO saying a line of poetry and me not remembering the next line to reply with

rb with your love at first sight character, like as soon as you saw them, you’re like that’s mine

i wish i was one of those perfumed 16th century venetian boys with the shirts opened at the chest that incited lust with my luxurious and venereal behaviour

Northanger abbey modern au where Catherine runs a dark academia blog and is addicted to fanfic