Totally Forgot I Did This,, Evelyncelia And Taylor Swift Lyrics Is Something That Can Actually Be So

totally forgot I did this,, evelyncelia and taylor swift lyrics is something that can actually be so personal,,

if yellowjackets isn’t a huge hit i will LOSE MY ENTIRE MIND

“what if lost was creepier, gayer, and you only have to care about women” is the elevator pitch of my dreams 

you take me in your arms

and suddenly there’s sunlight all around me

headcanons i have about thomas slater because i'm a gay mess

he uses an orange citrus shampoo bar

came second in highschool cross country, nearly collapsed at the end because he stayed up the previous night worrying about the event

so damn tired all the time, struggles to fall asleep at night

has three nephews he completely adores

the middle child of three, all male

lives at the edge of town on his parents' dairy farm, enjoys the hard labour of working outside

homemade meals, his mum is always baking something new and a lot of it, her apple and rhubarb crumble is to die for

has to walk an hour for the bus each morning, his dad is adamant he'll have to deal with the consequences and walk if he misses it — silently drives him the entire way to school the very next day

he's a very handsy guy, very much part of his love language. arm on the shoulder, claps on the back, occasionally picks the entire person up if he's excited enough. definitely one of the guys in sport to slap his mates' asses

enjoys contact sports, wrestling and rugby

his first kiss was with his best mate johnny richards, during their first year of highschool, it was just a kiss and nothing more, right? right

weekends are his favourite part of the week, dozing off in a warm bed with the sun on his limbs, birdsong outside his window

a bedhead and half asleep smiles, whispered "morning"s

has a small group of close friends, three of four, but knows and greets just about everyone in town

mild allergy to peanuts, they make his legs itchy

his parents are both into gardening, he enjoys the mindless labour of weeding as they argue what season the bulbs should've been planted in

hot summer nights without a shirt, staring up at the ceiling

I am also begging, actually BEGGING Madeline Miller to write Medea's story. I would kill to read her story through Miller's eyes/narration.

She's such a complex and AMAZING character, it would be perfect.

THIS DAYDREAM IS DANGEROUS.