#clarice twig

[obviouslyethred]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐭, 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬! 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐠𝐠 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 🌈🔮

[suic1cidetextsofbells]

clarice lispector and virginia woolf remind me of fka twigs

He told me I was so small I told him "Water me" — FKA Twigs

[cursed-and-haunted]

"I THINK MY NAME'S SUPPOSED TO BE HUNGER" - webweaving for my oc

Where it Begins, Erica Jong / Poem for a Birthday, Sylvia Plath / Left Me WithA Bitter After Taste, Raquel Loizou / Clarice Lispector / A Fate Worse Than Death, Nisha Patel / The Unabridged Journal of Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Plath / Hansel and Gretel, Anne Sexton / Teaching the Dog Not to Nip, Jim Moore / I WILL BE GOOD AS LONG AS YOU WANT ME, @/thegirlhoodtheory / Sinnerman, Kwame Boateng /Jeff Simpson / "you've always been more of a dog person", @/tdaspoetry / Some Girls Are Born With An Insatiable Hunger, Lisa Villemaire / Essi Välimäki / The Front Bottoms / Silas Denver Melvin / Breezeblocks, Alt-J / Cellophane, FKA twigs / Strangers, Ethel Cain / Jenny Holzer / Emily Palermo / landscape with fruit rot and millipede, Richard Siken / dogperson, @/sloppjockey / The Cunning of Hunger, Chana Bloch / DRIP, Crywolf / Sliver Springs, Fleetwood Mac

[anogaraegion]

THE GOLDEN LEAF

ERA: reign of aegon the unworthy. AESTHETIC: 'oh brother, where art thou?' (gone) PLAYLIST: to be created. FACECLAIM: Synnove Karlson as Clarice Orsini in the Medici.

LADY ELINOR OAKHEART is the only daughter of Lord Oakheart and his lady wife. Lady Elinor has been described as a comely young woman with rich brown hair, freckled sunned skin, and bright hazel eyes ringed in gold but willowy in form. A cousin of Lord Tyrell described Lady Elinor as a “twig” compared to the bulkier “branches” of her elder brothers. The phrase has come to follow her throughout her life, with possible suitors commenting that bearing their heirs would break the young Elinor. Lady Elinor traveled to the court of King’s Landing in her youth when her elder brother, Ser Olyver Oakheart, joined the Kingsguard and became one of young Princess Naerys’ ladies-in-waiting. Lady Elinor is noted to be close to her brother Olyver, and often walked beside him in his duties rather than with other ladies of the court. Ser Olyver is the opposite of his youngest sister, described as strong and full of vigor. Ser Olyver was groomed to be one of the finest knights of the Seven Kingdoms, and his talent in single combat brought him to the eyes of the King. Reportedly, Ser Olyver the Green Oak, became close friends with King Daeron the Young Knight and was inseparable from his Prince and later his King. With such friendship, Lady Elinor was brought further into the Targaryen fold and found a fast friendship with the frail Princess Naerys. Elinor and Naerys found a connection in their belief in the Faith of the Seven and enjoyment of nature in the Red Keep while Naerys remained sequestered away. Elinor is a keeper of her own private garden and a florist, even respected by the Maesters for her knowledge of the natural life of the Reach. She has even cultivated a great golden oak from her home in her garden, and more recently, it has grown tall enough for both her and Naerys to sit under. If Lady Elinor is not by the side of Naerys or her brother, she is found under the tree in reflection. Lady Elinor has been by Naerys’ side through all of her troublesome births and holds a particularly righteous disdain for Aegon. While she says little of the matter, she actively avoids him, and her light eyes darken at the sight of him. She has encouraged Naerys’ refusal of Aegon in their marriage bed and publicly begged on her behalf in the face of Maesters and Septions to end her princess’s suffering. While Lady Elinor is the image of courtly elegance and virtue, Aegon is the sole figure who has drawn her ire on the basis of her loyalty to Naerys. She has said that her brother swore an oath to the Targaryen kings, and she swore an oath to a Targaryen princess. Elinor is also devoted to Naerys’ children by Aegon and often cares for them when their mother is afflicted by illness or the torment of pregnancies.  The death of her brother Ser Olyver beside the Young Dragon reportedly broke Lady Elinor, where she spent seven days in solemn fast under her oak tree accompanied by septons. Her tears watered the tree for that time that she prayed for the spirit of her brother as well as the safety of Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, brother of her Princess and her brother’s companion in the Kingsguard. In the wake of his death, she called Ser Olyver her “steadfast green oak, " leading to this becoming his moniker as written in the White Book.

[saintmelangell]

6 + 16 + 27!!!!

6. a horror movie you liked but wouldnt recommend to most people (give a reason if youd like to)

my good answer to this is salo because you can't really go around recommending that to people but my bad answer is the first terrifier film which i liked but i also don't think is very good sdfksdfs i thought the second film was better though

16. the first horror movie you saw that truly ignited your love for the genre

silence of the lambs!!! i watched it halloween night 2012 and im sure everyone will know what i mean by this but there's something so enchanting and hypnotic about it, especially the scenes between clarice and hannibal, especially the first scene where they meet. in hindsight i recognize there's something very erotic about that scene and i think that was the first time i encountered that type of eroticism (the type of eroticism that is unique to horror and the gothic) and it really changed everything. the weird people on this website will know what i mean.

27. an upcoming horror movie youre looking forward to watching

i want to say i saw the tv glow but its already out an just not playing anywhere near me so i'll say the horror movie based on the childhood of jesus starring fka twigs. literally made for me and im surprised i havent heard more people on this website talking about it sksdfjgd longlegs and night bitch sound good too.

thank you for asking!!!

send me a number about horror movies!

[wanderingmind867]

This is a character that should have been a part of Infinity Inc. I even worked in real stuff that happened in comics! I checked my facts! And using the canon of the golden age, I made a roman mythology based, adopted daughter of Jim Corrigan. A perfect addition to a team like Infinity Inc.

The Lare (Olivia Corrigan): In January, 1942, Jim Corrigan was resurrected from the dead (More Fun Comics #75). The Spectre and Jim Corrigan were still tied together (and if Jim Corrigan died again, for example, The Spectre would lose his host body), but The Spectre could now operate independently of Jim Corrigan. This means Jim (brought back at the same age he was when he died) is now free to pursue a relationship with Clarice Winston. And although Jim Corrigan left to serve in the military in 1943, The Spectre continued his crusade against crime on the homefront with Percival Popp, the Super Cop.

When the War finally ended in 1945, Jim Corrigan returned home and finally got married to Clarice Winston. Around a year after that (in 1946), The Spectre vanished mysteriously. Jim never figured out where he went, but he took it as a sign that his mission was accomplished and he could finally rejoin the ranks of the living. So Jim continues his detective work, and he adopts a child with Clarice (turns out dying left him completely infertile, but he can adopt).

More specifically, in 1953 Jim saves a baby from a fire at a mob bosses's home. An innocent woman dyed trying to save the child. So to honour this woman's dying wishes (and to finally fulfill his and clarisse's desire to start a family), they adopt the kid. Her mom never had a chance to tell them her name, but Clarice chooses to name her Olivia. Olivia Corrigan.

For the first thirteen years of her life, Olivia Corrigan feels blessed. Jim and Clarisse raised her to be a smart and clever child, one who's polite and yet not afraid to speak her mind. She loved her parents. But then, in 1966… everything goes downhill. When on a case, The Spectre comes back. Jim Corrigan becomes no more than a phantom. He abandons Clarisse and Olivia, because The Spectre insists that he do so. Losing her father at 13 was a harsh blow, and Olivia never really got over it. Especially not after it forced her to become her mom's crutch, as Clarisse Corrigan mourned a husband she still loved.

Angry at her father for abandoning his family, she tries to hunt him down for fifteen years. Finally, in 1981 she manages to find him and corner him. But on that same occasion, Solomon Grundy ends up attacking her. While she struggles vainly against him, The Spectre hears a murder just occured elsewhere, and he forces Jim Corrigan to abandon his daughter. So Solomon Grundy ends up killing Olivia Corrigan, breaking her like a twig. Her body falls limply to the floor. She was only 28 years old, and she still didn't know who her real parents were. On top of that, her adopted father abandoned her, and now her 73 year old adopted mom was all alone.

Angry at The Spectre for taking her father from her, gods from other pantheons take pity on her. Specifically, her real father, the Roman God Pluto, decides to give her a gift. Just like The Spectre, she too rises from the dead. A ghost with incredible powers and abilities. But unlike Jim Corrigan, Olivia isn't sharing a body with any kind of godly avatar. No, she's in complete control of all of her actions. And her first action is to find her dad and make him pay. She is now The Lare, a blessed daughter of pluto!

She initially starts out as an enemy of the JSA and Infinity Inc, because of her rage and anger towards her adopted father. But they make up eventually. She will not forgive The Spectre, but she will forgive Jim Corrigan. Also, she never ends up a permanent member of infinity inc. She comes and goes as she pleases, mostly because her godly powers are too strong to make a character we could use on a permanent basis (she's sort of like her adopted father in that regard). But she is still a member of Infinity Inc, and she'll aid them if they need her.

[thewildones]

" clarice starling ⸻ " she repeats herself , she's trying not to spook the deer so she remains where she is . still ... nonthreatening . " special agent clarice starling , though most people just call me clarice . " the chuckle she makes is almost awkward , but her charming smile eases any discomfort away . she extends her hand out in front of her for cho to shake if he wished . officially she wasn't considering him as a suspect , however considering the circumstances of his arrival along with the timing of the murders . one couldn't completely clear him of any suspicion ( at least , not yet . ) the moments between now and the future are the one's that count the most . seconds and minutes begin to tick down slowly . an internal clock of hers , she's got a week here to do her job . a week to figure out her prime suspects . clarice uses her unique use of perception and empathy to get a good reading . she's usually a great judge of character , intuition strong and aware of her gut instinct .

she imagines the horrors that have befallen this town . the blood spilled , skin torn , bones splitting like twigs in the woods . local police aren't one hundred percent convinced they've got a serial killer on their hands . victims were represented by a red thumb tack against a map of the state . all five in a congested area , and it seemed to be the one thing that was similar between them all . she see's herself sitting on a hotel room floor , crime scene photos of torn limbs , bloody surroundings ... fleshy viscera , all scream in horror as she looks upon them . yet she sits in silence with a beer in her hand , and waits patiently for something to pop out to her . because nothing else makes sense in this situation .

everything is random : that's the first thing clarice said to herself when she stared at the map . random and appeared to be accidents , animal attacks the likely cause . it seemed like the randomness was purposeful like ― they were meant to be done in order to throw the law off the trail . " i'm here about the recent string of murders that have been happenin' in the county and the next one over . ya' heard about them right ? " he'll say yes , this place was too much of a small town not to notice the danger of being alone at night . easy pickings . " of course you have , " she states before cho even gets to . " most people 'round here say it's a bear or mountain lion attack , while others will say it's something else entirely . "

the wendigo . a common supernatural entity in appalachian folklore . agent starling knows about the stories ... the cautionary tales that the elders would repeat to her and her siblings. living in the rational world , these stories were nothing but scary tales to tell misbehaving children . clarice was neither misbehaved or a child . she glances over sang - woo's shoulder and notices that they have a small audience . when emerald flicker back , she cocks her head off to the side . " might i suggest we go somewhere else to talk ? it's getting a bit cold and i don't want to bring any attention to ourselves or give someone a reason to listen to our conversation . " a pause as head gestures off to her rental car , " there's a twenty - four hour diner a few minutes from here . we can go there if you're hungry . "

WEST VIRGINIA SMELLS OF ROT. a damp, dank, moldy smell that comes from the insides of dead animals and insects. it is a place full of morose desperation, and it's as if it permeates the air. i should have spun a globe, my finger landing on anywhere but here. the rain has stopped from earlier, but i can still smell fresh dirt and sloshed beer. alcohol fuels the violence, and the violence is weaved into the land. no one wants to talk about it, and i don't blame them. secrets that are open, ones that are whispered behind waved fans in the humidity. clicked tongues, heads shaking. bless your heart. when i first moved here, i thought that it would be a place to keep safe from extradition. no one, even with the sharpest of instincts, would look for cho sang-woo in west virgina of the united states. perfection lies under the guise of chipped porcelain and tarnished gold. hell would have been better than this. maybe i'll find out one day, though i know that sooner or later i'll try it for the definite. maybe i'll be smiled upon. oh, cho sang-woo, what a hard life you've lived.

sitting at the bar on a stool that should give splinters, i have a bottle of johnnie walker blue label in front of me. the bartender knows to hand it over and walk away. the horrible guffawing of those playing pool in their backward caps and chained wallets sends a shiver up my spine. i absorb it into my mind, the chill reminding me that these are the people i've chosen to spend my time around. they've tried to bother me, tried to get under my skin, but in their ignorance, they're blind to the fact that i fear nothing. i've seen pain beyond pain, the streaks of blood on sand. red light, green light. the doll's song, once familiar and sweet, echoes like pins and needles. it is a raw sensation, and i take another swallow of liquor. licking remnants from my bottom lip, i don't notice anyone watching me. i'm too encased in my own thoughts, my fingers gripping the glass so hard i swear i hear a crack. my jaw tightens, the sound compared to gi-hun's bones as they broke under a knife. i stabbed him through the neck down to the spine, the scrape of it, the snap  ...  i realize that there is blood in my mouth. i have bit my tongue, as it pressed between my teeth at the wrong time.

spitting it in the glass with venom, with anger, i stand, throwing bills onto the bartop. outside the air is cold, the condensation leaving my mouth in huffs. plucking my cigarettes from my breast pocket, i light up, the tobacco and nicotine infecting the wound. it stings, the hurt reminding me of glass steps breaking and flying and cutting. perhaps i deserve it, perhaps i don't. who's to say? i step into the dirty parking lot, more soil than asphalt, and that's when i see her. red hair like what i swallow into my guts. blood and viscera and ugly, ugly hatred. she says she's from the fbi, but i don't panic. i never do, not anymore. numbness has crawled through me like an invader, shedding the skin of what people consider emotions of the heart. i don't have one, the empty strings plucking violin songs for the dead. back and forth, back and forth. sang-woo, no. i lower my head, placing the cigarette pack back with my lighter. then i pull the cigarette from my mouth and blow the smoke out of her face. she doesn't look stern, but i've already forgotten her name. claire? it doesn't matter. if she's here to deport me, she will. i have no defense, just the itching of my insides and how they quiver at the idea of my mother seeing me in handcuffs. alright, i confess: i do fear something. 

❛❛  can you repeat your name?  ❜❜  a general question, flippant, but my tone is solid. i take another drag, fingers flicking ashes. i haven't broken the law, unless you consider public drunkenness, but i haven't swayed on my feet. the booze doesn't do much these days, the burn isn't satisfying, nor is the grip of cool glass in my palm. i am an abstraction of the truth, i am a projection of calmness. not smiling, i raise the cigarette again, my eyes locked on hers.  ❛❛  what can i do for you?  ❜❜  that's a start, isn't it? 

[kenziecat07]

Clarice: Wow Sybil is so pretty

Beatrice: Don’t be jealous, You’re pretty too!

Clarice: I’m not being jealous. I’m being gay.

[theworststoryteller]

Tinies and Drillnettle

Can we talk about the subtle support the tinies gave Dimity when she argued with Hemphnettle? Like the moment when Mabel, Beatrice and Sybil stopped to wait for Dimity because she asked them to. Or the way Clarice stood on Dimity’s side when she and Hemphnettle started arguing despite the fact she just saved her? The tinies are like “I see through your bullshit and I don’t like you. Miss Drill is our star (of the sky). Fuck off”. Hemphnettle tries to show that she’s good but the girls just love Dimity and Miss Drill’s enemy is their enemy.

[rozunderpressure]

Sybil: You shouldn't trust Ethel! She is just using you!

Clarice: How can you say that about your own sister?

Sybil *closes eyes* *deep inhale* *exhale*: GURL!!

[alverixorcustransfrogamorphus]

Did anyone else get heaps emotional when they saw how grown up Mildred, Maud and Enid are in this season ❤️❤️ they seem like such big girls compared to Sybil, Clarice and Bea (who, can I just say are adorable, and pretty fracking great actresses for being so smol)

[daily-coloring]

Best of 2019 Albums

The sad thing is, I didn’t have any absolute favorite records in 2019, none of them was perfect but got few very interesting, which I spent time with.

01. Thom Yorke - ANIMA

02. FKA Twigs - MAGDALENE - Her Second album was much deeper than the first one, I had to listen many times before I started loving it.

03. Jay-Jay Johanson - Kings Cross

04. Thelma Plum - Better in Blak - The ultimate pop record of the year.

05. These New Puritans - Inside The Rose

06. Julia Kent - Temporal

07. Michael Kiwanuka - Kiwanuka

08. Erika De Casier - Essentials

09. Special Request - Offworld - He made 4 full albums in 2019. Every one of them are great, but this is my favorite.

10. One True Pairing - One True Pairing

11. Lydia Anisworth - Phantom Forest

12. James Blake - Assume Form

13. Kai Whiston - No World as Good as Mine

13. The Chemical Brothers - No Geography

14. Roses Gabor - Fantasy & Facts

15. Dinner - Silent Night Bloody Night

16. Kornel Kovacs - Stockholm Marathon

17. Apparat - LP5

18. Kirk Spencer - Deathkit 57

19. Special Request - Bedroom Tapes

20. Doon Kanda - Labyrinth

21. Caterina Barbieri - Ecstatic Computation

22. Bat For Lashes - Lost Girls

23. Jack Penate - After You - The critics hated his new album, but you don’t have to listen to them, it’s pretty good actually.

24. Alex Banks - Beneath The Surface

25. Sequoyah Murray - Before You Begin

26. Octo Octa - Resonant Body

27. Deichkind - Wer Sagt Denn Das? - Made in Germany and made it very well. Check the music videos, they’re funny.

28. Klute - Whatever it Takes

29. Clark - Kiki Variations

30. Wolfram - Amadeus

31. Plaid - Polymer

32. Unloved - Heartbreak

33. Marina - Love + Fear

34. Friendly Fires - Inflorescent

35. Hiro Kone - A Fossil Begins To Bray

36. Labrinth - Euphoria (Original Score from the HBO Series)

37. Priests - The Seduction of Kansas

38. Tipper - Jettison Mind Hatch

39. Dinamarca - Sol De Mi Vida: Vocalized

40. Jungstotter - Love Is

41. Lamb - The Secret of Letting Go

42. Tony Njoku - Your Psyche’s Rainbow Panorama - I don’t know what this about Tony, but every time I pulled out this record I liked even more than before.

43. Baltra - Ted

44. TR/ST - The Destroyer 

45. Blanck Mass - Animated Violence

46. Clarice Falcao - Tem Conserto

47. Yeah But No - Demons

48. Instra:mental - Timelines

49. When Saints Go Machine - SO DEEP

50. O Future - Voyeur

[anthroxlove]

Amber Supporters 💜

This is a compiled list of celebrities and other public figures that have commented on or liked Amber’s statement, or have expressed their support in some other way (Instagram stories or maintaining a friendship with her, etc.). In bold you’ll find the most important people that believe and support Amber: the experts. || updated: 4/25/24

Over 130 experts listed here: Experts Supporting Amber 

Abby Elliot (follows; liked statement; liked numerous supportive posts)

Adam Ellis (supportive post)

Aja Naomi King (worked with; follows; does not follow JD)

Alejandro Gomez Monteverde (vocal support; dated Amber)

Alex Winter (supportive posts; male abuse survivor)

Alexa Nikolas (DV survivor; vocal support; inspired to create Eat Predators because of the smear campaign against Amber)

Ally Walker (follows; liked statements)

Amanda Kippert (domestic violence journalist; vocal support)

Amanda Marcotte (liked supportive posts)

Amanda Seyfried (liked & shared supportive post)

Amy Kaufman (supportive posts)

Andy Richter (supportive since 2016; liked supportive posts)

Ashley Judd (liked & reposted supportive post)

Audrey Wauchope Lieberstein (supportive posts)

Azealia Banks (anti-JD post)

Barbara Muschietti (liked statement; sister of Amber’s ex)

Bitsie Tulloch (supportive post)

Brett Gelman (liked supportive article)

Brian Cox (vocal support)

Brooke Williams (liked supportive posts; follows)

Busy Philipps (liked supportive post)

Carice van Houten (liked supportive post)

Caterina Scorsone (follows; liked statements)

Chrissy Teigan (unconfirmed; shown past support)

Christina Ricci (supportive content; DV survivor; felt traumatized by the trial)

Christine Lahti (supportive post)

Clarice van Houten (liked statement)

Claudia Traisac (liked statement)

Clementine Ford (vocal support)

Constance Wu (supportive posts; vocal support; signed Letter for Amber)

Corey Rae (vocal support)

Corinne Fisher (supportive post)

Custody Peace (Coercive Control & Post-Separation Abuse advocates; vocal support)

Daine (liked supportive thread)

Dave Annable (follows; liked statement)

David Guetta (liked statement)

David Krumholtz (vocal support; worked with)

Dolph Lundgren (worked with; vocal support)

Dr. Andrew Thomas Cicchetti (trauma-informed therapist; vocal support)

Dr. Charlotte Proudman (lawyer and activist; vocal support)

Dr. Christine M. Cocchiola (IPV advocate; vocal support)

Dr. Jennifer Freyd (sexual violence expert, psychologist, and the coiner of DARVO; vocal support)

Dr. Jessica Taylor (CEO of VictimFocus; vocal support)

Edward Norton (liked supportive posts)

Eliza Skinner (supportive posts & likes)

Elizabeth McGovern (vocal support; signed Letter for Amber)

Elizabeth Reaser (vocal support; liked supportive posts)

Ellen Barkin (supportive posts; dated JD; testified against him twice describing violent and abusive behavior)

Emily Ratajkowski (liked supportive posts)

Emma Katz (domestic abuse researcher; vocal support)

Ethel Cain (liked Amber’s posts about the trial)

FKA Twigs (supportive comments; DV survivor)

Godeliv Van den Brandt (close friend)

Hilarie Burton (liked supportive post)

Hire Survivors Hollywood (founded by actor & Weinstein Silence Breaker Sarah Ann Masse; vocal support)

Ilana Kaplan (supportive post)

Ilya Savenok (supportive post)

Jack Black (followed in 2023)

Jaime King (supportive comments)

January Jones (liked supportive post)

Jennifer Kaytin Robinson (liked supportive post)

Jessica Alba (follows; does not follow JD)

Jessica Chastain (follows; does not follow JD)

Jessica Valenti (supportive articles and posts)

Jodie Turner-Smith (liked supportive posts)

John Legend (liked supportive posts)

Jon Huertas (liked supportive posts)

Jon Lindstrom 

Josh Radnor (liked a Tweet about the misogyny around the trial and the misogynistic smear campaign)

Julia Fox (vocal support)

Julia Stiles (liked supportive post)

Julie Owens (National Coalition Against Domestic Violence consultant; vocal support)

Kalhan (liked supportive posts)

Kate Herron (supportive posts)

Kate Nash (liked statement)

Kathy Griffin (vocal support)

Laura Benanti (follows; worked with; supportive comment)

Lauren Hough (follows; supportive posts)

Lena Headey (liked statement)

Leslie Morgan Steiner (DA survivor & advocate; vocal support)

Lily James (liked statement)

Luca Calvani (vocal support; worked with)

Lundy Bancroft (author of the book “Why Does He Do That?”, domestic violence consultant; vocal support)

Marie Kreutz (supportive Instagram story)

Marisa Tomei (supportive posts & likes)

Mel B (follows; talked about the verdict in an article; DV survivor)

Melanie Lynskey (liked statement)

Melissa Benoist (follows; liked supportive posts; DV survivor)

Melissa Schuman (follows; vocal support)

Mia Farrow (actress; vocal support; deleted posts after harassment)

Michael Hobbes (wrote a supportive article)

Michael J. Metzner (friend; follows; vocal support)

Michelle Pfeiffer (actress; shared an article that supported Amber)

Moira Donegan (liked supportive posts)

Monica Lewinsky (supportive posts)

Nathalie Emmanuel (liked supportive posts)

National Coalition Against Domestic Violence (vocal support)

Neil Gaiman (supportive posts; deleted posts after harassment)

Nicole Kidman (worked with; follows; does not follow JD)

Nikki Glaser (supportive posts)

Olly Alexander (Former Fenty model; has vowed to never wear the brand again after them featuring JD)

Patricia Arquette (supportive post about protecting Amber & her child from Deppstans)

Perez Hilton (vocal support)

Phoebe Bridgers (liked supportive post and supported her in interview)

Phoebe Dynevor (liked supportive article)

Rachel Riley

Raphael Bob-Waksberg (supportive post)

Rian Johnson (made supportive post)

Rosanna Arquette (liked & shared supportive posts)

Ruth Glenn (President & CEO of the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence; spoke in a documentary about the VA trial)

Ryn Weaver (liked statement; liked & shared supportive posts)

Sarah Marshall (supportive post)

Sarah Paulson (shared podcast about trial, then began following Amber)

Sarah Steele (follows; liked statement)

Sebastián Córdova (follows; liked statement)

Selma Blair (liked statement & numerous supportive posts)

Seth Green (liked supportive post)

Shanika Warren-Markland (supportive post)

Shraddha Das (liked supportive posts)

Simi Garewal (supportive posts)

Sophia Bush (liked supportive posts)

Stephanie Land (supportive post; DV survivor)

Talia Ryder (liked article in support of Amber)

Tasya van Ree (ex-wife)

Tova Leigh (supportive posts)

Vanessa Carlton (follows; liked statement & anti-JD posts)

Victoria Princewill (supportive post)

Willa Fitzgerald (liked supportive posts)

Zara Larsson (multiple Instagram stories in support of Amber)

Followers These people follow Amber but haven’t shared support yet that I know of.

Adam Cooper

Alessandra Ambrosio

Ali Landry (married to Amber’s ex-boyfriend)

Alyshia Ochse

Camilla Luddington

Carolina Herrera

Dan Stevens (worked with; follows)

Ed Helms (worked with)

Emma Roberts

Esther Acebo

Grace Van Dien (started following in 2023)

Jenna Dewan (worked with)

Jurnee Smollet

Katherine McNamara (worked with)

Kumail Nanjiani

Matt McGorry

Mindy Kaling

Odette Annable (worked with)

Padma Lakshmi

Samara Weaving (started following in 2024)

Seth Rogen

Thandiwe Newton

Tracie Egan Morrissey

Witney Carson McAllister

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II (worked with)

Can’t Make Up Their Mind

Cara Delevingne (worked with; close friend of AH; follows both)

Danny Trejo (worked with; follows both)

Elon Musk (dumped by AH twice; attacked JD’s team for purposely cropping out/erasing timestamps in court; his “public statement” is that AH and JD are both “incredible” people)

Eva Longoria (follows both; works with AH)

Jason Momoa (worked with; follows & liked AH’s statement; follows & liked JD’s statements too)

Karen Gillan (unfollowed 6/10/22 & then followed JD)

Katheryn Winnick (worked with, follows AH; recently began following JD)

Sharon Stone (follows both)

If you know of more, send them in.

[majestativa]

A progressively-edited post about my muses, because why not?

Literature:

Aimee Nezhukumatathil, Al-Khansae, Andrée Chedid, Anna Akhmatova, Anne Carson, Antonia Pozzi

Blaga Dimitrova, Brenda Venus

Carmen M. Pursifull, Claribel Alegría, Clarice Lispector, Constance Merritt

Dacia Maraini, Daniela Crăsnaru, Diane di Parma, Dora Maar

Edith Södergran, Eira Stenberg, Excilia Saldaña

Florbela Espanca, Frida Kahlo, Forough Farrokhzad

Georgina Herrera, Gertrud Kolmar, Gioconda Belli, Guadalupe Amor, Gwendolyn MacEwen

Halina Poświatowska, Hélène Cixous, Hilda Hilst

Ingeborg Bachmann

Jorie Graham, Joyce Mansour, Juana de Ibarbourou, June Jordan

Kerstin Söderholm

Lia Sturua, Liliana Ursu, Lillian Olson, Linda Pastan, Lou Andreas-Salomé, Lourdes Vázquez

Marina Tsvetaeva, May Ziadeh, Maya Angelou, Mina Loy

Nabaneeta Dev Sen, Nazik Al-Malaika, Nina Berberova, Nina Cassian

Olga Orozco, Olga Sedakova

Remedios Varo, Renate Druks, Rita Dove, Rosario Castellanos

Sandra Cisneros, Shadab Zeest Hashmi, Sheri-D Wilson, Sheryl St. Germain, Siham Bouhlal, Simin Behbahani, Simone Weil, Stella Díaz Varín, Stephanie M. Wytovich, Sylvia Plath

Unica Zürn

Valentina Saraçini, Valzhyna Mort, Virginia Woolf, Vivian Hansen

Warsan Shire

Zakiyya Malallah

Movies’ Actors/Directors/Performers:

Agnès Varda, Anjelica Huston, Anna Magnani, Audrey Hepburn

Bettie Paige

Dalia Mostafa, Dita Von Teese

Elizabeth Taylor

Faten Hamama

Gemma Chan, Ghada Adel

Haifa Wehbe, Hanan Tork, Hande Erçel, Hema Malini

Jaime Pressly, Joanne Woodward

Kareena Kapoor, Katie Holmes, Keira Knightley, Kim Basinger

Lekaa Elkhamissi, Lucy Lawless, Lucy Liu

Madhuri Dixit, Magda al Sabbahi, Mariam Fakhr-Eddine, Marilyn Manroe, Marlene Dietrich, Megan Fox, Melike İpek Yalova, Menna Shalabi, Meryl Streep, Mia Goth, Michelle Pfeiffer

Nelly Karim, Nicole Kidman

Ola Ghanem

Penelope Cruz

Rachel Weisz, Rita Hayworth, Rooney Mara

Shadia, Sherihan

Thalia, Theda Bara, Tuba Büyüküstün

Vanessa Hudgens

Musicians:

Aaliyah, Asmahan

Chelsea Wolf, Colleen Duffy (Devil Doll)

Elsieanne Caplette (Elsiane)

FKA Twigs, Floor Jansen

Lana Del Rey (Post-Sylvia-Plath Era)

Maria Callas

Sevdaliza, Shana Halligan (Bitter:Sweet), Sharon den Adel (Within Temptation), Simone Simons (Epica)

Tarja Turunen, Taylor Swift (Since Reputation Era)

Warda Al-Jazairia

Characters:

Antigone, Artemis

Chandramukhi

Desdemona, Durga

Electra, Ereshkigal, Eve

Kahina, Kali

Lilith

Magdalene, Medea, Medusa, Messalina, Morticia Addams

Ophelia

Persephone

Shahmaran, Scheherazade

Xena

[cupofbrownsugar]

more centaur au whether you asked for it or not lol also I changed my mind, clarice is not a gazelle, she is also a deer and jason’s chaotic cousin

-

“What are you doin’?” Jason huffed, sat down and leaning over a large mossy log as he eyed his friend on the other side.

“Well,” Nick said, blinking his eyes open in the dappled light, “I was sleeping.”

“Yeah, but... with them?” Jason nudged his chin against the bark towards the two blond horse centaurs that were laying in the tall grass with him, very close but not actually touching the moose.

“To be fair, they weren’t here when I went to sleep.”

Both centaurs peeked an eye open at Jason, but otherwise stayed silent, shuffling the tiniest bit closer to the moose’s body. 

Jason snuffled, considering. “They seem less uppity.”

“They’re learning,” Nick yawned, “Unlike some people I know.” He sat up enough to lean on the mossy bark of the log as well. “What’s new?”

“I...” Jason hesitated, flicking a nearby mushroom idly. “...dunno what to do about the buck.”

“That is not new.”

Jason sulked, ears flicked back. “He had some goat guy ‘round him, real annoyin’.”

“Joey?” Nick asked, “Yeah, he trades seeds and Salim’s got a garden so that makes sense.”

“Yeah well,” Jason grumbled, “I didn’t like the look of him.”

“Shocking.”

“But when I was about to chase him off, a fucking cow showed up!”

“Merwin, you mean,” Nick corrected, “He’s a bull. And the goat’s partner.”

“He kept callin’ me a ‘motherfucker’!” Jason sat up straighter, ears raised. “I don’t even know him, how would I know his ma?!”

Nick sighed deeply, laying his head down on the log. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty.” At the twin snorts from the blonds, he added, “Down, ponies.” 

“These damn woods are gettin’ too fuckin’ busy,” Jason groused with a huff, pulling a twig off the log to chew at it angrily. “Even my damn cousin, Clarice, showed up. She kicked me off a fuckin’ cliff.”

"I saw that and it was hilarious,” Nick happily replied, then asked more seriously, “Look, what do you want to do with Salim?”

The buck twisted up his nose, lips pulled back in a snarl as he clawed into the bark. “I just.. wanna grab him!”

“And?” Nick blinked.

“And-!” was all Jason said in reply, before flushing a deep red, ears flicked back as he scowled and fumed. 

Nick watched him, considering, then smirked. He huffed a laugh. “Like you could catch him anyway.”

The buck’s head snapped to look at him immediately. “What?”

“Salim’s pretty fast,” Nick replied with a shrug, “I bet you couldn’t catch him if you tried.”

Jason leapt up with a snort, stomping his hoof into the dirt, before bounding off. Nick waved idly after him, calling, “Good luck.” The moose took a long, body length stretch, and the horses quietly whined. He yawned and laid back down in the grass. “Yeah yeah, I’m still nappin’, chill out.”

-

When Jason tracked down the other buck, instead of charging in after him, he found himself quietly getting closer, choosing to remain unseen instead. The longer he followed, the more he noticed how soft the other’s fur looked, same with the dark sweep of his hair, and how the muscles flexed in his back, and his antlers, still growing in after their last shedding…

They were almost... cute…

Jason misstepped suddenly, snapping a twig from behind a tree, and Salim’s ears perked up, turning to him suddenly. Wide dark, brown eyes took him in, a mix of relief and wariness. 

“I did not hear you approach, friend,” Salim breathed, but he paused, looking Jason up and down. His eyebrows furrowed. “Are you... stalking me?”

Jason grimaced, nose twitching, but Nicky’s words had him riled up and he didn’t want to back down. He stepped out further from the tree and snorted in reply, shoulders squared and front hoof pawing at the ground in challenge.

Salim’s eyebrows raised, startled, and he looked away, nodding solemnly. “I see…” Jason felt a bolt of something unpleasant strike in his own chest, until dark eyes slid back to him, the other buck’s voice deep and challenging.

“Your friend told me your name is Jason,” Salim said with a tilt of his head, his own antlers raised. “I’ll admit, you’ve done well, getting this close. I didn’t notice you until now.”

Jason jumped slightly when Salim stamped his own hoof, pawing at the soil, returning the challenge.

“But you think you can catch me, Jason?” Salim smirked, turning away from him. He gave him a look back over his shoulder, flicking his tail purposefully, like an invitation. He snorted. “You can certainly try.”

And then he bounded away.

-

Jason’s heart was pounding as dashed through the woods, chasing after the other buck. That damn moose was right, Salim was fast, and definitely making him work for it. Just when Jason would think he was in reach, that raised, soft tail taunting him, Salim would nimbly turn and dodge and bound away again, laughing. 

At first, the laughter had fueled Jason’s determination, his frustration, until the other buck turned his head back and smiled at him as he dashed away, delighted.

He wasn’t playing with him; he was just playing. 

It made him want to catch him even more.

They bounded across boulders, leapt over streams, wove between trees, stirring up leaves and pollen throughout the woods with their chase. Jason was getting closer, but Salim was always just out of reach.

Salim turned his head back to look at him once more before he dipped away, and his eyes widened, staring. Jason startled, confused, before he realized that his own face was split in a huge grin; he himself was laughing with him, he felt giddy. 

The other buck’s eyes narrowed, smiling again, and then he turned and dashed up a hill, bounding with all his speed, and Jason swiftly followed after him. At the top of the hill, Salim slowed, just enough, and Jason leapt ahead and caught him. 

They tumbled down the other side of the hill, rolling through the tall grass and wispy flowers, before coming to a stop. Salim was laid out on his back, with Jason half curved over him, their furred halves next to each other, with Jason’s hands pinning the other buck’s wrists into the blanket of grass beneath them.

Jason panted, finally catching his breath, as Salim caught his own, staring up at him, eyes wide and dark. 

“So...” Salim breathed, ears flicking, “...you caught me.”

Jason’s ears flicked in return, nodding as he breathed back, “I did.”

To Jason’s surprise, Salim smiled, his cheeks tinging darker. “Guess I’m all yours then.”

Jason felt his own cheeks flush scarlet, hands twitching tighter on the other’s wrists. “Uh.. yeah, I guess you are.”

Salim nodded, leaning up to gently knock their antlers together, his own smaller ones against Jason’s more grown in ones. He looked up at him from under his lashes. “What will you do with me?”

“O-oh... um...” Jason’s eyebrows furrowed, and he growled, voice rough, “I’ll make you submit to me proper.”

He snorted, raising his antlers, triumphant. This’ll show him not to mess with me.

But Salim just chuckled gently, whispering, “Alright,” and Jason froze as the other buck leaned up to kiss him on the cheek like he had before, soft and warm and sweet. This time, when he ducked his head to place a kiss on his other cheek, he traced his lips across his skin, over his lips, to lay another on top of his cheekbone.

He skimmed his lips back to Jason’s mouth once more, gently knocking their antlers together again as he breathed, “Like that?” 

“Y-yeah...” Jason felt himself whispering back, rubbing their antlers together as he released his wrist to hold under his jaw, heart beating so loud it was almost all he could hear. “Like that.” He closed that final distance, and stole the other’s mouth in a claiming kiss. 

Jason had never tasted anything so warm, so sweet, and when he licked into the other’s mouth, and took in the small sound he made, he’d never heard anything so sweet either. Salim was soft and pliant underneath him, seemingly happy to be held in place and have his mouth plundered, and Jason found himself eager to swallow every single sound the other buck whimpered out. 

His hand slipped from Salim’s jaw to his hair, gripping the short strands at the back of his neck to pull, tilting his head back to exactly where he wanted him, plunging his tongue in deeper as the other buck panted and whined, a possessive growl in his own throat. He released the other’s mouth to nip and lick along his jaw, down his neck, overcome with a desire to bite, to mark, to claim-

Salim suddenly pulled away, kiss-bruised lips shiny with saliva and cheeks still flushed deep as he looked far and away. His raised ears flicked back and forth frantically, his expression looking panicked, before he gave one last look to Jason and scrambled out from underneath him, dashing away.

Jason remained laying across the grass, wide-eyed and baffled, tongue still stuck out of his mouth, as he watched the other buck disappear.

-

“He ran away... without saying a word.”

“Hey, but that’s your thing!” Nick replied as he poured water over his own head, bathing in a small lake. The two blond horses were of course still nearby, half-sprawled across mossy boulders and watching longingly from the shore.

“Nicky...” Jason whined, upside down on a small cliff jutting out over the lake, turning his head to look at his friend. “I’m serious, I dunno why he ran off.”

Nick did give that consideration, as he worked to wash out any dirt caught in his tail. “I don’t know either. Hopefully everything’s alright.” Jason whined again, and Nick raised an eyebrow. “What were you two doing again when he ran off?”

Jason flushed crimson. “W-well, uh, so-FUCKIN’ HELL!”

Clarice bounded in and kicked him into the lake, and he landed in the cold water with an incredibly ungraceful splash, breaking back through the water’s surface to curse and scramble towards the shore.

“For the fuckin’ love of- ‘Reese, you fuckin’ bastard- I swear to FUCK-”

“Oh, hey Clarice.”

“Hey Nick,” she grinned, happily sitting down in Jason’s previous spot. “How’s it goin’?”

“Well-” Nick started to answer before he was interrupted by two surprised and upset whinnies from the horses on the shore. “What’s up with them?”

“Oh yeah,” Clarice answered with a shrug and a grin, “I tied their tails together.”

Nick sighed as a struggling Jason managed to swim over to him instead, throwing himself over his moose torso, still cursing. Nick shook his head, tsk’ing. “You and your cousin are a menace to society. Come on, lover boy, let’s get you dried off.” The horses whinnied again, and Nick called over, “And you two can go cool off!”

-

cliffhanger ending! oh boy! also in googling facts about deers, I learned that they mate by the bucks chasing the does and the does let the buck catch them hmmmm interesting interesting 

and did I do this because I wanted them to have a scene like the one simba and nala had in that ‘can you feel the love tonight’ moment? hell yes

[the-girl-who-flies]

It Was a Bad Idea, pt. 3

Pt I  Pt II

***

To say that civilian life is an adjustment is a bit of an understatement. Besides going to all his medical appointments, picking up groceries and resupplying the bathroom cabinet with about a dozen different prescription meds, Jason has no idea what to do with himself. He ends up buying a Playstation 2 with his second benefits check and a copy of Grand Theft Auto III. The game helps him fill up the hours of the day for a couple of weeks, then he buys another. And another. Before he knows it there’s a whole stack of them on the living room shelf of his one-bedroom rental apartment. Most are something like sports or action, or fighting ones where the characters are all funny-looking and throw around crazy moves and energy attacks that look like fireworks. He steers clear of horror and shooters; they’re the wrong kind of stimuli, his shrink says, may bring up recent trauma. Jason doesn’t exactly need to be told that. He’s just looking for something to disappear into for most of the day. And sometimes a good part of the night.

The nightmares are fucking relentless, and they don’t even make sense most of the time: inhuman screeches echoing down stone corridors, familiar in their blood-curdling symphony, mix with something that sounds a lot like the music from that space console - a haunting alien chorus that makes his very bones vibrate, growing in intensity until it pushes out every conscious thought. He stands trapped in it, like a statue, while the flying creatures swarm him, only to be engulfed in a bright blue light that burns away everything, including him. He wakes up with phantom pain all over his body.  Where does it come from, he doesn’t know. Another mystery for his neurologist.

Sometimes his nightmares are less surreal and simply present him with all the ways he could’ve failed down there. Barely making it to rescue Nicky turns into finding his lifeless corpse at the feet of the undead warrior, who proceeds to snap Eric’s neck like a twig while Jason watches helplessly. Rachel gets left behind, trapped in a cocoon. Merwin dies a dozen different deaths, screaming in terror and agony. Joey claws and snaps his teeth at his throat and curses Jason for abandoning him, and Clarice just stares, her dark eyes standing out prominently against her unnaturally pale face, and silently begging him to save her. Jason shoots her dead. That last one isn’t even made up, that’s just something his brain likes to remind him of.

Sometimes, he dreams he doesn’t come back for Salim, and the man dies telling him he should’ve never trusted Jason. He wakes up feeling like his soul’s been snapped in half. The cocktail of drugs he takes is supposed to knock him out for a solid eight hours of steady, dreamless sleep, but it’s doing a shit fucking job. Jason’s pretty tempted to take a half a dozen extra of those little pills and wash them down with some cheap scotch, but he’s stopped by the prospect of potentially drowning in his own vomit. If anything, because he doesn’t want to scar his landlady; she’s actually nice to him.

“Jason?”

“Mmh?”

“I said ‘What are you up to’?”

It takes him a moment to come back to the present and realize what exactly it is he’s doing with the phone in his hand; Nick’s on the other line waiting for an answer because that’s how conversations work, of course.

“Not much.”

“Cool. So listen, me and Rach are gonna be in town next week. I was thinking we could… get together for coffee?”

Jason puts the phone on speaker, turns the volume on the TV way down and unpauses the game. Might as well, if Nick is feeling chatty.

“Coffee?” he says, not bothering to mask his mocking tone. “Is that what we do now?”

“Why not?”

“Well, for one, ‘cause I can’t drink coffee anymore without getting a fucking seizure.” It’s not exactly true, but he wants the conversation to be over quickly.

“Oh. Okay. Well, how about tea?”

“Is there any particular reason you’re pitching brunch ideas?”

“Because you’re my friend and I haven’t seen you in a while?”

There ain’t much to see, says that ever so helpful little voice in his head. 

“Look, I appreciate the concern, but you guys don’t need to go out of your way to check up on me. Just trust me when I say that I’m fine. And say hi to Rachel for me.”

“Jason--”

A part of him feels bad about hanging up on Nicky; the rest of him is too numb to care. 

He turns the volume on the game back up.