#callum nova

My favourite genre of relationships are the ones where literally everyone knows that two characters love each other. Their roommates know it. Their parents know it. The five-year-old sister of one of said characters knows it. The head of the local mafia knows it. The owner of a nearby grocery store knows it. The only people who don't know it are The Characters.

folks on tumblr will be like “oh my sweet baby, my darling” whole time it’s a grown adult with a list of crimes longer than they are tall

thinking about evervale raising a toast to immortality and being remembered forever, and tristancallum toasting to the fragility of mortality and the inevitable descent into chaos and dust, and the greek class raising their glasses — camilla saying, “to live,” though she never truly got to, and bunny adding, “to live forever,” though in the end, he didn’t, and neil perry talking about acting, "i could live dozens of great lives. to be or not to be. that is the question! for the first time in my life, i feel completely alive," and then committing s*icide after performing in his first ever play...

can we please talk about the fact there is no universe in which callum kills tristan