#rainmakesyouwhole

Not basic at all!!!

i was gonna draw someone else but then i had a gay stroke of genius

For @rainmakesyouwhole, as part of the Secret Songbird Gift Exchange 2019!

How long? Just as long as I am your wife It’s true that the earth must die But then the earth comes back to life And the sun must go on rising

I was sleeping in the garden Like the dawn, you broke the darkness I was sleeping in the garden Bones of my bones and flesh of my flesh at last

I was taking a two-week medically-induced nap when he found out, so I didn’t get to see it, but Pep says that was when it seemed to click that he’d been gone five years.

“This final readiness to act, no matter what, when, where, or how is without reasons, intellectual, or emotional. It is not impulse or reflection, for both have failed. Nor is it the inactivity of hesitation. Something new has evolved. Out of sickness and despair, there has come a new life, something beyond submission and acquiescence. It is the feeling that the course of events will in some sense illustrate the meanings of life - the faith that redemption in fact will come once and for all.”

Did you——did you just quote a (clearly excellent) academic article on Hamlet’s redemptive path so I could connect it to Ben Solo? I’m going to SCREAM in the best possible way. This is IT. It’s EVERYTHING.

The course of events will illustrate the meaning of life BECAUSE “there’s a divinity that shapes our ends”, because there is “Providence in the fall of a sparrow”. It doesn’t MATTER if you mess up, not really, so long as you pick yourself up or LET yourself be picked back up, because the readiness is all, not the planning, not the human cunning or human perfecting of human plans as resolution to human problems.

I am FLOORED.

the first hadestown fic i ever wrote was actually papers au #1!!! here’s an excerpt:

“orpheus.” the boy whispered. the words had no sooner left his mouth when he sat up abruptly. “i’m orpheus.” he said this like it was a revelation and locked eyes with persephone. “i need to find eurydice.” orpheus’s eyes widened. “i...i have to go and find eurydice, excuse me, please—“ he tried to stand, but only fell back into the chair with a sharp cry and wrapped an arm around his ribcage again.

persephone placed a pacifying hand on his chest. “whoa.” she said. “slow down, sweetheart. you’re not in any condition to go find anyone.” the poet’s eyes were desperate. persephone hadn’t seen desperation down here in a while, save for in the mirror.

wait.

she kept her hand against orpheus’s chest, spreading her fingers wide. to her shock, a fast beating met her fingertips. “you’re alive.”

orpheus blinked. “i am.” it was too tentative to be a statement, but not curious enough to be a question. “i, i am.”

persephone peered at the poet in disbelief. she took in his thin, trembling frame and the cuts and bruises on his face. had she not felt his heart, she wouldn’t have known he was alive at all.

as for the fates thing, it’s lachesis that softens enough to help persephone. she is the fate that’s closest to persephone, and she knows that she wants to save the boy. clotho reluctantly follows her lead, but atropos remains icy. lachesis cares about persephone way more than she cares about orpheus—she doesn’t really care about orpheus at all, in fact. clotho does it out of curiosity, and ends up really feeling for orpheus. atropos only gets more cynical and bitter all the way up until lachesis calls her out on it.

It’s so beautiful right!!!!!!!!!

It’s such a truthfully harmonious and loving portrayal of marriage and it kills me.