#blows u a kiss

[queer-starling]

Which Ethel Cain song do you think fits Clarice Starling the most?

omg anon hello!! I love this question thank you!!!!

This might be an obvious answer but after feeling it out I really think that Sun Bleached Flies fits Clarice super well. :)

"What I wouldn't give to be in church this Sunday" - While Clarice doesn't come across as religious in her adult life, I feel she went to church with her father a lot growing up, I'm sure she misses moments like that.

"So baby girl, good luck taking care of yourself / So I said fine, 'cause that's how my daddy raised me / If they strike once then you just hit 'em twice as hard" - Pretty self-explanatory, I feel that Clarice's father raised her to be tough, especially after her mother's passing. I believe this is most obvious in the fact that despite becoming orphaned and abandoned in Montana by her living relatives, she still finds a way to make it to role of Special Agent in the FBI.

"I can't let go when somethings broken / It's all I know and it's all I want now" - Despite Clarice making a life & a name for herself, she is still haunted and burdened by her past. Despite how much she needs them, she will never find her father or her lamb again.

Thank you for the question anon!!!! <3<3<3 I hope my answer is good! Sorry that it's a bit rambly, Clarice is one of my favourite characters & I love doing analyses! :3

Based off a combination of my own personal interpretation of Clarice and how Foster adapted her character in the film Quote "Something about somebody being traumatized by being small, by not being big enough to help or to care for somebody- having been such a failure from that. .... I really wanted to explore the delicacy of somebody who knows that they will never be big enough & never big enough to accomplish the task that's ahead of them....so they have to engage their most extraordinary talent which is their heart."

what Ethel Cain song do YOU associate with Clarice?

[brdcge]

she's busy -- very busy! being put on what is essentially a mandatory vacation, (there is no way she's retiring -- she will be back! but her body demands rest, so she will allow it) she has found herself cooking. cooking what? simple riceballs! nothing extraordinary, nothing to strain her body too much (snipe wants her to rest, and she hates to worry him)

speaking of, she perks up at the familiar sound of keys jingling at the front door. she's quick to put the last riceball she was making down, quickly turning her wheelchair and nearly barreling into snipe as the door opens. she manages to stop herself last second (lest she run over his foot in her overexcited ventures again)

" love! " she's quick to greet him, talons reaching up to grab his shirt and pull him down. he peppers his face in kisses, living for his soft laughter. " i made dinner! well -- i was making dinner. i wasn't done! you should join me! " a pause, her voice lowering just a bit -- a tone reserved for few, including him. " i've missed you. i forgot how ... quiet the house can be. "

@bulletshot / AS PROMISED AT LAST!

[huntershowl]

is hector single asking for a friend

❝ NO. ❞ TECHNICALLY YES, BUT PERSEPHONE wouldn't wish a relationship with hector on her worst enemy. ❝ he's married to the concept of being a dick. ❞

[avichor]

🔥an unpopular opinion of ur choice

this is a two parter but. the villainization of people having FRIENDS on tumblr dot com will never not be baffling to me. like this has been a topic for as long as i've been present in any rpc platform, where ppl are guilted for having friends and prioritizing interactions with friends. it's not a clique, not in the way ppl are using it as an insult or as a means to invalidate people's circles. there are instances of cliques, i think, or just groups of people who interact solely for the intent of being miserable freaks but i never actually see people talking about that. it's always someone getting upset about something and resorting to calling a group of friends a "clique".

and when we have friends, we typically share the same values and mindset, so like, YES! if someone did smth gross ( beyond petty stuff ) to my friend, why would i want to continue to interact with that person ? the "well, they didn't do it to me, so........." is actually sooooooo mind boggling to me and really gross! friends don't expect friends to behave a certain way, it's just respect and consideration for each other. bc i value how my friend feels more than continuing interactions with someone that's virtually a stranger or plain acquaintance. ( which also kinda leads me towards the perspective that ppl throw out the word "friend" too easily here when you're acquaintances at best ). with all that said, there are, of course, nuances. there are instances of ppl weaponizing friendship to guilt ppl into reacting a certain way or cutting ties and thats freak behavior!

[dentalcaring]

witness him

BEANIE BABYYYY look at that paw so soft and so curl….

i don’t have a cat myself but i DO have a picture of drake’s cat contemplating violence. @hobgobbin look at your boy

[shackld]

📜 GIVE ME .

Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse.

Chief: What are you in the mood for? Ahri: World domination. Chief: That's a bit ambitious. Ahri: You are my world. Chief: Aww... Ahri: Chief: Ahri: Chief: OH.

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Ahri: This date is boring! Chief: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store. Ahri: Then why did you invite me? Chief: I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Chief I'll do whatever I want!

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Chief: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. Ahri: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. Chief: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? Ahri: Is it working?

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Ahri: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives. Chief: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day to train. Ahri: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

[swordbreakerz]

📻 for kharis?

Ok i know the game says one song but I'm giving u 3 bc I have no self control, so:

Rain Clouds by The Arcadian Wild- funnily enough this is one of the more hopeful songs on his playlist, kharis carries a LOT of guilt with him, and this song is one that marks a turning point for him where he stops isolating so much and asks for help, starts letting people in more, especially Alistair. I have no qualms saying this is definitely a shippy song for them, kharis spends so long pushing him away and distancing himself despite his feelings (much to leliana and zevrans chagrin, they are so exhausted w his antics) bc his last partner died before they even had a chance to be together amd hes so worried about getting him killed, bht eventually those walls do break down and he lets Alistair care about him

Cold is the Night by The Oh Hellos- tamlen :( sad :((((, song about blaming himself for tamlens death and missing him real bad, they never even kissed!!! It was one of those we both know we like eachother but we're fine taking it slow and just basking in the feelings things, and then they went into that dang cave and now kharis all alone with his regrets and he's sad

Let's Kill Tonight by Panic at the Disco- yeah I know it's a patd song, we all have our guilty pleasures. Let's hear it for self destructive tendencies!! Wahoo!!!! After becoming a warden, and especially after the first big battle, kharis leans *hard* into 'i am a weapon, my job is to protect people, if I am not protecting people I have no purpose' and he goes maybe a little Too hard whenever they're battling enemies. He has a lot of anger buried under layers of politeness and apathy, and the only way he can vent it is by killing monsters, so uh, safe to say the reaver subclass is very apt for him

[wrathbit]

❛❛ are you thinking about kissing me, @mastcrmarksman ? you have that look on your face. ❜❜ oh, he's perfectly smug right now. ❛❛ the ' he's so smart & hot ' look. thank you. i am. ❜❜

[nuks]

good afternoon!!

[ccaptain]

@snowtombedstar: #SAM AND VENUS MAKING ME ENVIOUS

SORRY VENUS HAD TO KEEP MY HORRORS AT BAY. AND WE LOVE CHAE.YA

[beauforte]

YES MAXTON HALL S2!!! LET'S GOOOOOOO!!!!

DKSLKDFSFKJHSDFJK IM SO HAPPY

[kindleaf]

hiiiiiiiii. so you Are PHD in erlin studies but your mind is able to make connections and find patterns in the narratives so fast its marvellous. when you make posts its like you weaved a tapestery of ideas that make me say "oh!" out loud. its thrilling to follow you for all your ideas and art. (also give the word i will take up my sword against any wierd anon)

[ask game]

MINTAAAAAA I'LL CRY.. ilu it's always such a delight to talk to you and read your ideas and writing. i'm very glad i met you :-) mwah

[brdcge]

@bulletshot said: omg so .. youd be such a good k.k or white (mary macbeth) from kkss !!! and i just know you'd be so insanely good w yuka from blue period omggggg

I'VE NEEDED TO GET INTO KKSS UR SO RIGHT NANA. ill get into both of these dont even worry abt it

THIS IS JUST KIN ASSIGNMENT / accepting!

[neverallnorman]

“Hey. Norman. Look at me.” 

dissociation starters ! | accepting

The world isn't there, not quite. He can see it, but it's distant, hazy -- a film in black and white, the television fuzzy with static. Colors are too muted or too bright. His limbs weightless yet impossible to move.

And he hears her, a voice he's spoken to a million times, but she's watery and far away. Her hair the color of the copper pennies at the bottom of a water fountain. As though being puppeted by an outside force, Norman slides his gaze to her, smooth as butter sliding across a hot pancake. She's talking to him, he realizes. Look at me.

He is. Isn't he?

Norman should say something. Open your mouth and talk, a part of him begs. He can hear the rain outside, tip-tapping on the roof of the motel office. Hissing along the gravel driveway.

He isn't hurt, not physically. Later, he'll recognize that the power surged, a lightbulb burst. Mother's hands in his hair, cupping the side of his face. Just a game.

He's five years old. The closet is too small for him and his mother both. His father breaks a glass, calls his mother something horrible and ugly that he's too young to understand yet. He counts slowly to ten in his head. When he reaches eleven, his father will pull him bodily out of the closet and drag his mother by her hair across the floor.

So he stops counting. Never reaches eleven. He's freshly eighteen and standing empty as one of his birds. He looks real, but peel him open and he would be hollow inside.

Shout into him and he would echo.

When he speaks, finally, his voice is flat. His eyes meet Emma's, but there's no light there, no real recognition. Like holes.

"--What happened?"

[chilschuck]

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ good morning lovelies! i managed to snag some more stuff for my chil ita bag and i’m so excited…. picking out a rosette too

[mischiiefs]

@kindofuneven