#handfuloftime

aaaaahhh,, it’s this au where leo is an author of erotica novels and ross is still an antarctic loving dude aka a researcher. and it’s my shameless excuse to write vague rp’ish smut where ross finds out that leo’s latest novel (about two navy officers stuck in the arctic together hmm-mmm indeed) has a character that’s basically just him and he has some thoughts indeed. it’s not rlly established relationships more friends and leo has a massive crush (it’s also the one au where leo owns an old sexy antarctic researchers calendar ft. ross in very little and very unsexy 90s clothing). 

it’s written so far in weird chunks of “dialogue i really want them to have” so have the beginning. 

the book launch had gone exceptionally well.

leo shouldn’t be stressed over book launches anymore, it was far from the first one he’d written, but this one had been his baby, the precious darling he failed to kill years ago when it refused to work out and he got stuck midway through the first draft.

!!!!!!!!!!!

YES

thank you isabel i am glad you are enjoying <3 not much of the accompanying story is written but there is a little:

For a woman he is sure a necklace would do, as a token of affection. A brooch, perhaps. Perhaps simply a knot of ribbons, prettily tied: a bit of sweet French lace. Gifts such as these he has given with a bow, though such courtesies seem absurd now, in this world of modern things. ("You must have come up in knee-breeches and stockings," James says to him once, taken with the idea, as though such were the stuff of romance. To him, Francis supposes, it is. "Tell me," James says, reclining on the sofa in the long light of a summer evening, "Did you wear your hair long?" No, Francis means to say—no, I was too late for that—but the glint in James's eye makes him lift a shoulder, instead, and say "Who will ever know?"—a certain truth.) A neat mess: ashore, he is at sea.

None of this justifies the contents of the small velvet box now sitting on his knee, as Henry drives them back from town in the coupe.

Among other things, James's ears aren't pierced.

@handfuloftime replied to your photo “stumbled across this abandoned sketch in a folder today–i haven’t...”

This is so lovely!

7. HF I never expected to dislike as much as I do

  Literally every founding father. I don’t suppose I hate them since I don’t know that much about them, but the Hamilton fandom(and many Americans in general tbf) just glorifies some of them to the point of ridiculousness and fuels my spite against them whoops. 

8. An obscure HF who needs more love

Honestly can’t think of anyone right now, if I do this will be promptly updated!

14. Favorite fictional depiction of an HF

I really enjoy Colin Firth as George V in The Kings Speech. Though I’ve not studied George V enough to say if it is an accurate depiction, it is a very emotive and enjoyable one. 

basically everything Atreus does in Seneca's Thyestes 

flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo

Aut inveniam viam aut faciam

"Zeus then ordered Thanatos to chain Sisyphus in Tartarus. Sisyphus asked Thanatos to demonstrate how the chains worked. As Thanatos was granting him his wish, Sisyphus seized the opportunity and trapped Thanatos in the chains instead."

the best way to catch an evil spirit, especially one that's very sure of its own power, is to pretend that you don't believe it can do something that will make it easy to trap or neutralize, as in "I don't believe you can fit your vast majesty into this tiny bottle!"