oh god I just remembered. the way their voices harmonize when they say ‘we wrote our names on each other in permanent ink’ I need to lay down oh my god

Thinking of a brovelove fic lowkey based on the song Good Luck, Babe! where during one of Simon and Agatha's breakups, Agatha and Niamh start something, but Agatha's still trying to make herself fit into the roll of Simon's happily ever after/dealing with internalized homophobia, so she's unsure and keeps their relationship secret. It hurts Niamh and when Simon asks Agatha to get back together (maybe get married after school?) Agatha takes him back, telling Niamh it's just the way it has to be.

Then years later they're middle-aged, Agatha stuck in a loveless marriage/in the midst of divorce with Simon, and Niamh lonely, she's dated other women but they just didn't work out. And they reconnect somehow, not exactly willingly (maybe smth do to with politics at Watford, or related to Mr. Wellbelove's clinic?) and they kinda hate each other at first, but also miss each other, and it's messy but eventually I think they'd work things out and start again.

did you watch it!! did you watch the thing!!!

I'm always taken aback when someone asks me if I have a boyfriend because I've convinced myself so much that people perceive me as a sexless entity roaming the mortal world in search of something incomprehensible that I'm surprised the people around me see me as like.... a cishet

The fact that you get shunned for voting third party should tell you everything about the unwillingness of the average lib and their refusal to dismantle the system.

i wish i could explain just how much i love painting people

it makes you really actually look at them and see how beautiful they are

the way their eyes reflect the light (my favourite thing is painting those little highlights in the eyes, it makes them feel so much more alive instantly)

all the little and not so little wrinkles telling a story of their life on this earth

those little scars they might have gotten as a kid doing dumb kid things

their smirks and their little and big smiles with all their perfect imperfections

the way the light gets caught in their eyelashes

that little highlight on the tip of their nose

all the little asymmetries

sometimes you get to stare at their eyes for a long while and you get a feeling like you can see behind them

sometimes you can see something wistful in their eyes, sometimes it's mischief, sometimes it's something else, but there's always something even when you can't tell what it is

and hair. i love painting hair. i love the way it catches the light and i love all the little wayward strands, they're my favourite to paint

and i could talk about the hands for hours but i think we can all agree that hands are beautiful anyway

i mostly paint people i don't know, but for a little bit, while I'm painting them, i feel like i get to know them a little. idk if that makes sense. and idk if that's weird xD but people can be magical and i love them