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Okay but Romantic poets coffeeshop au:

The shop is co-owned by Wordsworth and Coleridge. It’s an open secret that Wordsworth’s sister Dorothy is the one actually keeping the place in business.

Byron writes his phone number on a customer’s cup at least twenty times a week. He has slept with approximately 67% of the people currently inside the coffeeshop on any given day. The percentage continues to rise.

It’s been seven years and no one still has worked out whether or not Wordsworth and Coleridge are sleeping together. Are they a couple? Are they intense platonic friends? Are they literal partners in crime who have robbed multiple banks together? No one knows.

Byron asked Wordsworth once and Wordsworth started declaiming the entirety of Paradise Lost in answer. Opinion is still out on if that was a yes.

Shelley starts dating the sister of one of the customers Byron slept with after she swings by to collect her forgotten purse and shoes. Her name is Mary and she has just as many opinions as Shelley and everyone thinks they’re great together. Byron definitely isn’t jealous.

The ghost of William Blake swoops down from the rafters to shriek in approval every time someone refers to coffee as ‘the Devil’s brew.’ Once enterprising six-year-old Dante Gabriel Rossetti figures this out, it becomes a daily occurrence.

The shop is most famous for Coleridge’s pot brownies, which they are legally not licensed to sell but which keep finding their way into customers’ pockets regardless. 

John Keats is the new guy who likes to make really intricate latte art and keeps burning himself by spilling hot coffee on his hands and then making it worse by refusing to just drop the cup. Shelley takes him under his wing after they bond over their shared love of Gilmore Girls. Byron definitely isn’t jealous.

Keats just has a lot of feelings about Lorelai, okay?

you’ve heard of romanticism, but what about bromanticism? two poets chilling in a graveyard sitting five feet apart because they’re not gay

by  Andrius Matijosius

HASSIDRIS Couture Spring/Summer 2019

Sex: *exists*

Me:

Art by Vitkaninn

It’s going to be a bad night.

If cats knew what sin was they wouldn’t even care

happy pride month fellow shawols

Can’t believe it’s been two years...

It’s hard to be positive looking at the state of the kpop industry lately, but hopefully soon our spring will come.

♥ ♥ ♥ You did well, Jonghyun, and you will always be loved  ♥ ♥ ♥

university is ALSO just *goes to bathroom* *stress cleans to avoid homework* *buys on sale bread* *peace sign in mirror while bawling your eyes out at 3am* *always has a cold* *glasses r fogged up* *granola bars* *falls asleep in class* *does laundry* *staples something* *takes an ibuprofen* *listens to the same song for 3 days straight* *no free seats at the library*  *checks phone to see how long until class ends but forgets to actually look at the time* *naps* *regrets nap* *microwaves something* *has crisis about major* *contemplates dropping out every other week* *buys toilet paper*

No one prepares you for how triggering classes can be when you’re a sex repulsed asexual in health sciences and have to study anatomy and STIs and the mechanisms of disease and injury and look at puss filled, disfigured genitalia for hours at a time...

And it sucks how ppl don’t always get how that can be so difficult

Coleridge x Wordsworth

WHY DO PEOPLE NOT SHIP WORDSWORTH AND COLERIDGE.

- met and instantly connected

- fucking followed each other across the country for years. First coleridge moved to be with Wordsworth, then Wordsworth to coleridge. One of them got kicked out of town (because drama) and the other followed and like, come on. Just cuz your bff has to move like an hour away you don’t pack up your life and follow them. 

- Dorothy wrote about how they met literally everyday and talked about poetry and philosophy and COMPLETED EACH OTHER’S WORKS because they were that in sync

- they made a book of poetry together. personal and professionally compatible. Lyrical ballads, the iconic collab.

- the authorities actually got involved because neighbours were super suspicious they were political radicals plotting something and, no, not at the moment, but you know valid concern with these guys. If rainbow rowell has taught me anything it’s that “plotting” really means “gay” and given the time calling the authorities on the super domestic and romantic guys next door really isn’t that far off

- and like “This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison”?? I know Coleridge directly refers to Charles Lamb but like. If you were pining and trying not to broadcast your sexuality to the world including your wife wouldn’t you be a little subversive? He’s just whining lovingly about not being able to go for a walk together and how Nature will bring them together in spirit and if that’s not the sweetest, tragically gay thing ever. 

- their relationship really fell apart once Wordsworth finally got married and he got fed up with Coleridge’s opium addiction and constant womanizing

- they lived the rest of their lives very publicly hating their wives and not really speaking

- I just gotta add Wordsworth and Dorothy? THE BEST SIBLINGS EVER. 

(this has been the most distracting thing ever while trying to study them for my romantic lit final pls tell me I’m not the only one)

Nicknames For The Romantic Poets

-Mary “Original Goth Queen” Shelley

-Percy “Thinks Byron’s weird but is going to go with it anyway” Shelley

-Lord “Totally wants Percy to notice his bisexual ass” Byron

-William “Call Me Turdsworth One More Time” Wordsworth

-John “Small bean, Please Protect” Keats

-Samuel “Lowkey Gay For Wordsworth” Coleridge

The Romantic Poets as people at my apartment complex

Blake: The old guy on the first floor who covers all his windows with newspaper and paints all his terra cotta pots bright red. He’s never spoken to me or anyone else, to my knowledge, but he’s been there longer than anyone. On a different level entirely.

Wordsworth: The next door neighbor with the most beautiful patio in the complex. He’s got all kinds of beautiful plants that are healthy, no matter how much everyone else’s are dying. Very chill, but don’t cross him. Has been here forever and has been known to get salty with the management when a repair takes too long.

Coleridge: That one guy a couple years back who we all thought had died because his mail was piling up outside his door, but as it turned out, he was really just asleep for two whole days (?????) and felt really bad for making everyone worry. Wherever he is, I hope he’s alive.

Byron: That young professional guy who broadly hinted that he had had sex on top of one of the washing machines in the laundry area, but wouldn’t say which one. (He may or may not have been messing with me.) Never seemed to work, but dressed really well and took Ubers everywhere. Actually pretty funny, but I wouldn’t want to go on a trip with him or anything. Sat on the balcony smoking a hookah.

Shelley: The friendly, yet constantly disheveled upstairs neighbor who worked for a local nonprofit and was always playing records at weird hours of the night. Walked very loudly and sang in the shower. Every night at approximately eight o’clock he’d laugh a singular laugh at something (”HA!”) and then he’d go to bed. He was pretty cool, just odd. Down for Nazi-punching.

Keats: That male nurse on the far side of the complex who snuck in a cat a couple years ago and probably has like a squillion of them now. Has one plant that is struggling for survival, but he’s doing his best with it. Always seems nice, but is low key intimidating. Has names for all the raccoons who forage in the dumpsters, and can be seen checking out the furniture that people discard.

Kim Jonghyun 

Roslin: I’m cold.

Edmure: Here, have my jacket.

Sansa: Hey, I’m cold too.

Sandor: What?! *takes off jacket* I fucking told you to bring more fucking layers but of course you didn’t listen and now *piles scarves on Sansa* I fucking have to make sure you don’t fucking FREEZE to death, but you’re allergic to shirts, so what the fuck did I expect, and *takes somebody else’s hat* how fucking long have you been cold you piece of shit? You should’ve said something sooner.

Season 1:

Ian: I'm cold.

Mickey: I can't control the weather bitch.

Season 5:

Ian: I'm cold.

Mickey: Take every jacket & blanket that I own.

Finding people physically attractive, but being asexual and sex-repulsed at the same time is fucking weird because other people are like “the things I’d let them do to me 😏😏” and meanwhile I’m over here like “I jus…I j-just…wanna…H-Hug him”

People are allowed to be repulsed by sex.

People are allowed to be uncomfortable with nudity.

People are allowed to be uncomfortable with genitalia, their own or others. 

There are so many reasons why people may feels this way, from dysphoria to being asexual to coping with sexual assault to just straight up that’s how they feel.

And that’s ok.

TRUTH.

Techno talking about Type, his own best friend: 

Techno talking about Tharn:

Techno making sure Type does the right thing:

TRUTH.

*if you’re not gonna treat my boy right i will*

Techno being the only valid member of the Tharn’s protection squad: 

His heart is so pure i swear. He really is THAT friend, the one we all need.

(Look at his adorable little face aww)

Tharn and Type: *have a fight*

Techno:

Also Techno in his mind: *cause you’re an idiot and that’s a fact*

Techno: *sees Tharn*

sums up pretty well how Techno sees Tharn, like an angel on earth lmao

younger sibling mindset is genuinely enjoying watching someone else playing video games for hours on end

Brooklyn Nine-Nine characters as D&D classes/races

Jake: human fighter (who is probably based entirely off that main guy from die hard)

Boyle: dwarf cleric

Amy: elf wizard

Rosa: half orc rogue

Gina: tiefling warlock

Holt: human paladin (possibly a self insert being a black gay man in a position of power)

Terry: DM (he’s a writer and knows fantasy tropes and stuff he’d be a great DM) 

feel free to add on with other suggestions/headcanons!!

Tenn: Is this the guy Clem said she’d marry?

James: …

James: Clementine, can I talk to you in private please?

Clem: Sure.

James: I’m gay.

But did they really brake the wheel?

Bran is the kid who doesn’t do shit in a group project and still gets an A