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queer-as-volk:

Sixsmith. I climb the steps of the Scot monument every morning and all becomes clear. Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don’t worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so. Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own, and I know that separation is an illusion. My life extends far beyond the limitations of me. 

we-belong-in-a-movie:

Cloud Atlas (2012)

willwin92:

gracetrolbig:

magickowl:

myreticentvale:

Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

why has this not got any notes 

a middle school girl commited suicide here a few days ago..she was 14..

my followers know who this is for.

willwin92:

gracetrolbig:

magickowl:

myreticentvale:

Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

why has this not got any notes 

a middle school girl commited suicide here a few days ago..she was 14..

my followers know who this is for.

Anonymous said: Frobismith.

mercuryphoenix:

  • Who would be the big spoon?

It depends. It depends on how they’re feeling at the time. More often than not, though, Frobisher is the big spoon, mostly because Sixsmith turns away to sleep and Frobisher follows him and cuddles up behind him.  

  • Who would wake up first?

Frobisher. He has terrible sleep patterns. Sixsmith likes his sleep. 

  • Do they have nicknames for each other?

Sixsmith is an ‘ass’, according to Frobisher. Also, he is the Patron Saint of Needy Composers. And many other things. Probably. 

  • What happened when they met each other’s parents/families?

Not good things. They kind of steer away from that. They have their own bubble, where everything is okay, and families don’t get in the way. 

  • How do they apologise after an argument?

Frobisher just gets very affectionate, very touchy, stroking Sixsmith’s hair, brushing fingers along his arm, all whilst pouting, of course. Sixsmith actually says ‘I’m sorry’ once in a while. Frobisher isn’t very good at that. 

  • What would they be like as parents?

Frobisher should never be allowed near children. Sixsmith knows this. 

  • Who is the better cook?

Sixsmith. It’s all about science, in the end. Also, Frobisher doesn’t have time for such nonsense, he’s a goddamn artist, he’ll live on pot noodle (or the 1930s equivalent of)

  • Who is more romantic?

Although Frobisher is more lyrical, more traditionally romantic in an artistic sense, Sixsmith is quietly hooked on love and the love he feels for Frobisher. He believes that love can outlive death. He knows it can. He’s an old romantic at heart, even though he’d probably never admit to it. 

  • What sort of gifts do they get for each other?

Sixsmith tried flowers once, and it only ended in embarrassment. Now he settles for patience - when your lover has a habit of jumping out of hotel windows and leaving you in bed at the mercy of an angry hotel owner, patience is the greatest gift you can give. 

  • Who gets jealous easiest? 

Frobisher. Definitely. He would probably say Sixsmith is the jealous one, but Sixsmith has no real problems with the amount of fucking around Frobisher engages in - but Frobisher, however, is not happy when people flirt with Sixsmith. Ever. 

  • Who gets more excited for events e.g.. Birthdays, Christmas?
Sixsmith. Don’t ask me why, I can just imagine him excitedly making a cake for Frobisher’s birthday and Frobisher just being like ‘one more year closer to me dying like the romantic young artiste that I am *drama drama drama*’ 
  • Who is the most protective?

Frobisher is incredibly protective of Sixsmith, thinking himself the more worldly wise of the two. Even though he is also a complete bastard. Sometimes, he thinks that he is protecting Sixsmith by the very act of being an ass to him. Toughening him up. Pushing him away. Sixsmith, of course, knows this. And he protects Frobisher by staying there when he needs him, but pretending he doesn’t know the little meanings behind the bastardy things he does. 

  • How do they sleep (separate, snuggled up, chaotically tangled)?

Snuggled, most of the time. Frobisher clings to Sixsmith, more vulnerable in sleep than he is when he’s conscious. Sixsmith usually wakes up with an arm around his waist, a leg looked around his ankle, a mop of hair tickling the back of his neck. Frobisher is like a vine in his sleep, and Sixsmith loves it. 

  • What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?

The odd couple, running around Gresham together, Frobisher terrorising everybody and Sixsmith making apologies before running after him. Trying to teach each other science and music; realising that Sixsmith is hopeless at music and Frobisher is hopeless at science, but still continuing on with the secret lessons because it’s just an excuse to be together, really. This isn’t even me imagining, they were childhood sweethearts *dances in the light of canon*

  • Do they have any “small” traditions/gestures?

Letter writing is a tradition they have long held onto, from the very first days of school together. They would pass notes under each other’s doors, and keep in regular contact outside of term time. It’s their way of saying ‘I still love you’, ‘I haven’t forgotten you’, and ‘you’re still my everything’. 

LET’S HAVE A GIF OF THESE LIFE RUINERS JUST BECAUSE I’M CRYING WITH HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM

thefamilyjuless:

UH HAS ANYONE WATCHED CLOUD ATLAS BEFORE?? IM TORN BETWEEN “THIS IS AMAAAZZING” AND “WHAT THE FRIGGEDY FUCK?????”

"Don’t let ‘em say I killed myself for love, Sixsmith, that would be too ridiculous. Was infatuated by Eva Crommelynck for a blink of an eye, but we both know in our hearts who is the true love of my life."

- Letters from Zedelghem - Cloud Atlas, David Mitchel (via cloudatlasdaily)

character tropes + Robert Frobisher

mercuryphoenix:

So I was looking through the IMDB  ’Parents Guide’ for Cloud Atlas and this happened. 

a-creepy-man-in-a-trenchcoat:

Actually one of the most fucking beautiful compositions I’ve ever heard.