ettadunham:

me: this whole concept of ~soulmates~ is so damaging, you can be happy with so many people throughout your life and sometimes the best you can do in a failed relationship is to let it go, that person isn’t THE ONE, no one is, everything in the media about romance is so fucked up on so many levels–

fic: *soulmate au*

me:

partner: what about we roleplay tonight ;))
me: alright. the year is 1832, in france. i’m the leader of a student revolution. you’re a drunk artist. we have desperate sex because we are so very afraid of dying. and then we die, holding hands. beautiful.