“All you need in life is family, a true friend and your middle finger up.”
GOD TUMBLR, YOU CAN’T JUST GO FLINGING EAMES AT PEOPLE, GOD, IT’S 8 IN THE MORNING AND ARTHUR IS STILL BLEARY-EYED AND IRASCIBLE AND INCOHERENT AND HE NEEDS AT LEAST THREE CUPS OF COFFEE TO BE FUNCTIONAL ENOUGH TO COUNTERBALANCE THAT FACE AND THOSE LIPS AND THAT HIDEOUS BLAZER AND oh god he wants to touch his face right now, and run his fingertips over his lips, and—and—RIGHT BACK TO WORK. AND COFFEE. LOTS AND LOTS OF COFFEE.
- “why Arthur hates mornings, a mini-fic”
Personal work, 2013
ugh i love this. Is she the strength tarot card? is she the protagonist in Angela Carter’s Tiger Bride? (which I read an excerpt from on last week’s Fandomspotting!) Is she a modern-day jasmine?
Is she all of the above?
I love this.