#excuse you
Ian Bohen by Jenna BermanforMan In Town
descent
something something no naos or pronaos or treasure room filled with gifts from the altar, but instead a corridor filled with priceless antiquities and ancient bones gathered from all those who tried and failed
excuse me
oh uh girlies were getting into the “too fucking hot at night to sleep” part of the year
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?
Those Winter Sundays - Robert Hayden
(Credit where credit is due: it was @deathdaydungeon who first made me into a Tobias Snape apologist and @sneverussape who sealed the deal)
Me, googling this information frantically: Okay now you guys have GOT to be fucking with me, there’s NO way he could’ve actually–
ADVAGDHSGFHHJGHHJ THIS MAN IS INSAAAAAANE
Ben Barnes circa 2019, scrolling through his own tag on tumblr.com and seeing thousands of fan edits with him as the Darkling:
@follyfortune@bishirleys Hey. Hey sorry. The what
ASKDJSJFJJGJKFKGKH @Narnia fandom IS THIS YOUR PRINCE???? Is this your Prince Caspian??????