#deer girls with strong wills and scary powers

[wingedblooms]

“I serve no one.” (Lidia, hofas)

has the same vibe as

“I belong to no one.” (Elain, acowar)

[multific]

Witch of the Forest

Tom Holland x Reader

Witch AU! 17th Century AU!

Summary: You always knew that no one would accept you for who and what you are, but when you meet a strange man in the woods, everything changes.

Warnings: Mentions of smut, blood

Being all alone all the time had taken a toll on you.

It’s not like you chose this way of life anyway. You were forced to run away from your village due to the fact that people thought you are a witch.

Which you are, but that’s not the point.

You never knew who your parents were, you were an orphan, always alone, but at least in the village, you had friends. And even a crush on the blacksmith’s handsome son.

Sure, you were in possession of powers that others found scary, but you never used it to harm others, if anything, you helped a lot of people. You had a happy life.

But then, the unimaginable happened.

A group of young girls claimed to be possessed by the devil and accused several local women of witchcraft. You watched many people die, part of you felt guilty, since they were killed because they were accused of something that you are.

It didn’t matter if the women made sense or not, in the eyes of the men, all of their words were true. They believed them anyway. It felt like you were the only one who didn’t believe them. You knew they were doing this out of jealousy or boredom.

Then trials started. Every woman was suspicious, and you knew, if you won’t run, you’d die like the others. And probably even exposed.

So, you ran.

Far far away from that place with the little stuff you had.

You heard tales about a witch living in the forbidden forest. You went there and found her. Fortunately for you, she didn’t have bad intentions. She lived alone because she was afraid that she would be killed because of her powers. So, she decided to live in the woods and because people were afraid of that place, no one ever came around.

She taught everything that she knew. She had many books and she taught you how to read. She was beautiful, intelligent and nothing like what you heard from people. People talk, and they say that she baths in blood to keep her skin tight and young, that’s a lie, she uses a special cream that she made from herbs. People say that she seduces men and drowns them in the lake, but that’s a lie also, she only leaves her house for herbs and to do the washing. People say that she dances around fire and worships Satan while naked, that’s also a lie because she wears clothes while she dances.

Yes, she sold her soul to the devil, yes, she can do stuff that others cannot, yes, she can seduce all the men that’s out there. Yes, she’s a witch and so are you.

But she was like a mother to you.

One day, she said she would leave to collect herbs but she never came back.

You were never able to figure out if she was killed, kidnapped or she just simply left, because she had enough of you.

But that was two years ago.

And now, you were the Witch of the forest. The scary murderer who bathes in blood and dances around fire, or at least that’s what people thought.

Your days were rather normal actually. And selling yourself to Satan had its perks. For example, you could use magic to grow things, to heal things and to protect your home.

But, you started to get more and more bored as time went on.

You needed something to happen, something or someone to keep you entertained. Even if demons often visited your place, looking for a soul or body to take, but they weren’t lucky with you, to say the least. They always left or died, so they weren1t good companions.

You thought about going back to your old village and revenge those who were killed, but it seemed to be too much effort. Even if you could burn the whole place down with only a flick of your finger, you didn’t want to harm the innocent.

You thought that may be another pet would do it. A dog or a cat. But in the middle of the forest, it would be difficult to find such animals. All you ever saw was deer, rabbits, and boars.

And one day, you found a white rabbit sitting in front of your door. You knew that it was no ordinary animal. Your spells were too strong for the demon in bunny form, but instead of killing it, you let it go. You told it to leave and never attack you ever again. Then, the strangest thing happened, it decided to stay with you. It said that because you speared its life, it will serve you. It said that its name was Zurak.

And that’s how you got a demon as a pet. The fearful witch of the forbidden forest and it’s white fluffy demon bunny. Sounds intimidating, right?

But that was your life now.

Out of boredom on a nice sunny day, you went for a walk with Zurak. Since you put a spell on your home, even if you’d wander very far, you’d find a way back to it.

So, off you went, with your bunny friend. Although you saw his true form, you were never afraid of demon nor ghosts, she taught you how to deal with them and you got used to them rather fast.

You went to your usual spot, the river. It was a small river splitting the forest into two, with a beautiful waterfall not far from where you were.

You sat down to your spot and started reading. Meanwhile, Zurak was wandering off, making sure its master won’t get attacked.

You were reading your book when a sudden feeling overcame you. You looked up to the sky.

“Oh, it will rain soon.”

And soon enough, the sunny day turned into a storm. You always loved the rain, the smell, and the noise calmed you. The forest was usually silent, but with the rain, it finally had something going on.

Suddenly a ramble came from the other side of the river, since the bushes were thick, you couldn’t see what made the noise. But your senses were on high alert, so, it must be a human.

Zurak was also on high alert, right in front of your sitting form, but you pulled its ears and said.

“Stay here, only attack if I tell you.” it nodded and you placed your book next to it. You walked out of the shelter of the tree and into the rain, you easily walked over the water and stopped in front of the bushes.

“Who’s there?” you called out not even an ounce of fear in your voice.

“Please.” called a weak voice.

“I won’t fall for your trap, either come out, or I’ll burn you where you are.” you heard noises and you saw a figure struggling to stand.

“I have been attacked. Don’t hurt me, I’m not here to harm you.” said the figure at it stood up, well, as best as he could. You noticed that it was a male, probably a bit younger than you, and he stood funny, which indicated that his left leg was injured, or he pretended that it was.

But then the smell of blood hit you. You had to make a quick decision. Trust the person and treat his injury and you might get hurt or exposed, or leave him there.

You quickly turned to Zurak.

“Scan the area, check if he’s alone.” the man looked at the white bunny, who ran off with a strange expression.

“I’m alone. A-are you the witch?” he started to back off, obviously scared. Even if you had never hurt another human in your entire life, people just assume you did, because of the fact that you had magic.

“I am. So then you don’t need my help? I can tell just by the smell of your wound that if you leave now, you’ll either lose your leg or your life. You chose.”

“W-why would I die? It’s just a cut.”

“Hmm. Yes a deep cut. Infection, bacteria, or you can even bleed to death. Your chose boy. Do you want the help of the witch who can actually help you or stay here?”

Before he could answer Zurak came back.

“Clear.” it said.

Now, the boy was terrified. His leg hurt, he needed help and to his luck he met the witch and a rabbit that talked.

“D-did that rabbit just….”

“HEY. I don’t have much time. Either me or death chose!” you started to become impatient. Maybe he just came to the forest because he heard the rumors and wanted to see a witch for himself, maybe he was running for something, at any event you didn’t care. You were willing to help, but your patience was running out.

“P-please.” he finally said, his eyes never leaving the white rabbit.

***

One question lingered in your mind as you sat in front of the fireplace in your home while the storm outside got worse.

Why did you bring the boy home?

You could have just gave him the cream that would heal him and leave. But no, being the lonely human that you were, you brought him to your house.

You never imagined that you’d do such a thing.

But as soon as you put the treatment on his wound, he got worse. He started to have a high fever and he fainted.

The worst part was that you had to place him in your bed, and the fact that he was a heavy man didn’t help at all.

***

Tom woke up he felt a slight pain shoot across his whole body.

Where am I? was his first thought.

He remembered that his village was under attack by others. He wanted to defend his home, save his family, but he miserably failed.

After he watched his whole family getting slaughtered, he got shot by an arrow on the leg. He remembered running. As far as his legs would take him, then he fell and passed out. When he woke up, it was sunny, he heard noises behind him and out of fear he started running again, but his leg got worse, it caused him to fall which only cause further problems. He remembered all the blood that run down his leg, he remembered the cut that was caused by a rock. Then, it started raining. He remembers hiding in a bush. Then a voice. A woman. You.

His eyes shot open as he suddenly sat up on the bed. He observed the small house that he was in. He was all the different bottles and herbs and a strange symbol was on the wall. When his eyes wandered he saw that a bunny was sitting at his leg on the bed.

Tom was too afraid to move, even to look away. He was sure that the thing would kill him if he moved an inch. But the bunny stood up and walked out of the house.

I need to get out of here.

But when he moved to stand, his left leg was… missing?

WHAT? Did she?

“You are finally up, you were out for three days. Lucky you, your fever went down, but sadly, I couldn’t save your leg. Who thought that sleeping in mud with an open bleeding would cause harm, right, boy?”

“What did you do to me?” Tom was now angry. Very angry.

“Saved your life? And I would appreciate if you didn’t yell. I’m not used to others talking let alone yelling.”

“You took my leg off so I couldn’t run? What kind of sick bitch are you-“ Tom was stopped when you were at his throat with a knife, you slightly pushed the blade into his skin, making it bleed just a little.

“Listen here you little brat! No one calls me that especially not after I SAVED their life! Show some respect, I could have just left you there, but NO, I dragged you here and helped. So, I’d appreciate if you’d stop yelling, accusing and think for a minute damn it! Just because I’m a witch it doesn’t mean that I’m bad!” you were looking dead into his widened eyes.

A minute later, you pulled back and sat down at the table next to the bed. You started cutting up some vegetables and placed a pot over the fire. You started making lunch while your guest moved back, with his back against the wall, Tom watched you move, his mind blank.

“S-sorry.” he finally muttered, he knew you heard him since you stopped moving for a millisecond.

You really weren’t used to people anymore. Maybe you were a bit harsh to him.

“Zurak go find some meat for lunch.” the rabbit nodded and took off running.

You walked sat back in your chair and looked at the boy.

“My name is Y/N.” soon the boy lifted his head and looked at you.

“Tom. My name is Tom Holland. I’m sorry. I gave into the assumptions to easy and accused you when you helped me. Thank you for saving me.” he finally said.

“Y-you’re welcome. Say, how old are you?”

“Twenty-two.” so he was two years younger than you.

”Why do you speak so funny? Can’t you speak normally?”

“I-My family, we came from a place far from here. We settled down in a village near the forest. But one day the village got attacked. I tried to help and save my family, but it was no use. I watched my mother getting stabbed, my father got torn apart and my brothers… killed, all of them. And then, I got hurt, I ran, and that’s how we… met.”

“I only asked why you spoke funny, I didn’t need your life-time story, boy.”

“Right, sorry.”

“Don’t look so sad. At least you are alive, that’s something.” he looked down at his hands and moved the blanket to take a look at his missing leg, at least what was left of it.

“What did you do with it?”

“Well… Zurak ate it of course. Why? Do you need it?” you looked out the window, watching as the wind blew the leaves. “Sorry, bad joke.” you needed to work on the way you spoke with him.

“No, it’s okay. I just… How will I walk?” you looked back at him as he was asking you.

“Don’t know. Figure out something. But you can stay. I mean, I never had a guest.”

“Never? What about the bunny?”

“It doesn’t count. Demons are not humans.”

“So, it’s a… demon.”

“It’s a lot to take in, huh?”

“I think… I want to hear more, I mean it’s not like I will be able to leave, so might as well know more about you. I never imagined that I would speak to the Witch of the forest. I heard many stories about you.” Tom felt all these weird emotions. At first, he was angry but now, you were the first person besides his family to speak to him and care for him without any other intentions.

“You know. I never met a man like you. I lived in a village before, and since I moved here, I was alone after the woman who lived here before I left but, aren’t you scared?” he looked scared. And maybe he was, but Tom was curious in nature.

“A bit. But I’m more scared of your pet than of you.”

“That might be a mistake, since I’m its master, so I’m more powerful. So, what would you like to know? OH, no tell me first, what stories do they tell in the village about me?”

“O-okay. There is one that you came to the village on night and seduced ten men, and when you killed them, you drank their blood.”

“Eww.” you made a disgusted face. “First of all, I haven’t left the forest for the last five years, and drinking blood? Disgusting. Tell me another.” Tom moved a little, but he couldn’t help and notice that you were interested. You didn’t have anyone to talk to, did you?

“Umm, let’s see. I heard from a woman that she was you dancing around a fire naked while singing a song. She said that you tried to make her become a witch. But that must be a lie too right? I mean, you said that you never met anyone besides the woman who lived here.”

“Well, certain parts are true, surprisingly. I do dance around fire to honor my lord, but I’m never naked. And I do sing a song, but that’s about it.”

Silence took over in the house. You just looked at Tom as he processed everything.

“Meat.” came the voice of Zurak. Lucky for you, the demon broke the awkwardness.

***

The following month went like that. Tom asked questions, you answered and you also asked questions.

He slowly got used to the fact that he lived with someone who worshiped Satan, danced around a fire while singing a song. He got used to Zurak, but he never wanted to see the true form of it. Tom got used to the symbol on the wall, which you explained was a protector of the home. Tom got used to the fact that he lost his leg, he only had half of his thigh. He tried to think of ways to help him. A stool that had a long “leg” part was what he tried and it worked in a way, but he couldn’t take more than a few steps before collapsing. Well, at least he could walk from bed to the table. And it was all thanks to you, he got a new chance for life which he decided, he will live fully.

Tom slowly but surely got used to the fact that he was living with a powerful witch. It only took him a full year to fully settle with the loss he suffered.

“You should shave.” you told him. You were currently having dinner on a winter evening. Exactly a year and a month after you met him.

“Why? I like the beard!” he pouted.

“Well, I don’t. It makes you look old.”

“To tell you the truth, I don’t know how to shave.” he finally admitted after he took a spoonful of his stew and swallowed it.

“You don’t?” you looked at him confused.

“No. My father showed me once, but I always ended up cutting myself, so my mum helped me.”

“Then, after dinner, I’ll cut it for you.”

“I don’t want to trouble you. You still need to finish that spell up.”

“Right. But your hairy face is distracting. So, I’ll do it.”

After dinner, you washed the dishes and helped Tom back to his bed. Right, you ended up making another bed for him to sleep in instead of yours. You placed his bed to the foot of yours. It fitted there perfectly.

You got a bowl of water and your blade.

“Which way?”

“I know the technique.” you placed the blade in his hand and let him show you the motion in front of his face.

You took your time, making sure not to hurt him as you shaved his beard off. When you were done, you placed the bowl and blade down and grabbed a cloth to clean his face.

“There is the handsome face. I haven’t seen it in over a year.” Tom’s eyes shot up at you.

“Handsome? You think I’m handsome?” your face flushed as you blushed.

“W-well, you are not ugly that’s for sure.”

“What parts do you find handsome?” he asked, you thought that you never saw him being this serious before, only when he talked about his family.

“Maybe…Your cheeks.” you never felt like this before. As the light of the fire illuminated his face, you didn’t notice that your fingers traced his face as you spoke. It was like a spell that he used on you. “Than your eyes. So pretty. Even your eyebrows, they are masculine and your forehead, your wrinkles and your jawline, sharp.” your finger moved from his jaw to his chin up to his lips. “And you lips. Thin but they are so… inviting.” you didn’t know when the two of you got so close, you only noticed it when he kissed you. Your eyes closed as you melted into the kiss. He placed his hand on the bed to help himself sit up while the other went into your hair. You placed your on his chest. Even if his movements were limited. He somehow still found things to do, which ended up helping his muscles and he gained a rather nice body figure. The hard muscle of his chest under your palm was a proof of that.

What was this feeling?

Was it…

Love?

Suddenly you opened your eyes and pushed him back.

“Sorry.” said both of you at the same time.

***

After that, everything was awkward for the rest of the night. You went to bed, but all you could hear was the overwhelming beating of your heart and the fire crackling.

Even Zurak felt the heavy atmosphere and decided to leave for the night with your permission of course.

Both of you, pretending to be asleep.

Tom got tired of it and spoke up.

“Are you asleep, Y/N?” but you didn’t answer. “It doesn’t matter, I’ll tell you anyway. If you are up, please listen if not…I’ll just have to tell you this again tomorrow.” you could hear him taking a long breath and he started to talk.

“I think have fallen in love with you. In the beginning, I was so so scared of you, but that was my judgmental side. Since I heard people talk about this mythical being that kills for fun, but you are not like that. Sure, you have weird habits, like the dancing and the demons that come here, but I learned to adore you for those too. I think you are caring, you can be funny even if some of your jokes are rather dark, you are the most intelligent person that I ever knew, your smile literally brightens the whole world up. I’m not asking for you to feel the same way towards me, I could never, how could I? I’m not even a whole man, I can’t do anything besides sitting and crawling, and those jumping movements don’t count. I-I just, I’m hopelessly in love.” Tom looked at your figure, he believed that you were asleep, so he moved to lay down himself, but he noticed you sitting up and you moved towards him, you sat down in front of him. And to his surprise, you slapped him in the face. All he heard was a loud slap and he was facing the wall the next second with a burning cheek.

“Don’t ever say that again!” he looked back at you with a shocked expression. You were calm. “You ARE a man. You helped me so much not just physically, but spiritually. I wasn’t alone finally. Sure, we had a bumpy beginning, but now… I never told you this, but remember that I said that the village I lived in, where I had to run from, there was a boy?” he nodded.

“You said he was your friend.”

“Which he was, but I wanted more. I thought I loved him. He was handsome, intelligent a hard worker and a kind soul. But when the girls started accusing others of witchcraft, he was the first to jump to conclusions. He never thought anything through. So, I was finally able to see his true side.”

“He was really handsome huh?” you looked into his eyes.

“That’s all you got from that? Never mind. My point is, I thought it was love, but now I know, it wasn’t because what I feel for you is so much more. Passion, affection. I want to protect you, hug you and love you. And I wanted you to love me. And now that you said it. I’m so happy.” you smiled at him which he reciprocated.

“So, can I… kiss you?” you gave him a nod and without hesitation, he captured your lips with his own.

His tongue danced with yours as you melted into his touch once again, but this time, you let yourself fully relax.

He slowly laid back on the bed with you on top of him, your lips never once broke the passionate kiss.

A few heated moments passed and Tom had to pull back to get air back into his lungs, meanwhile you started kissing his neck.

“Am I too fast?” you asked when you pulled back to look at him.

“No.” was his answer, and he started kissing your neck. When he finally found that sweet spot, you let out a moan.

It was the best sound he ever heard. So, Tom made it to be his mission to make you moan as much as you can.

And after that, on that cold winter night, you let out more and more moans as your bodies became one.

You could tell that Tom was ashamed that you had to do all the work. But once you showed him a position that would make him be the top, he really got into it, literally.

And now, after your long lovemaking session, you were sleeping on his chest, listening to his heartbeat in his ribcage.

“I love you.” you told him, his hand stopped stroking your back and pulled you close to him.

“I love you too.”

***

You were finally happy.

You had a man who loved you cared for you and accepted you the way you are. You knew, he would never leave you and would always be there for you.

After a few days he figured out a way to help him walk. He made a weird contraption using fur and wood. He ended up with a weird looking product. And people called you a witch when he just made that.

The thing helped him walk for longer distances and he was finally able to walk to the river and to the nearby field with you. He also started spending more and more time outside, helping with the plants.

The two of you started having more serious conversations. Mostly about the future. A future, together.

Tom often talked about having children. Or even just one. He often said that he always wanted a big family and a home.

Now, he had a home, and woman who he truly loved and she loved him.

But you just weren’t sure about kids. You weren’t against the idea. But the fact that you lived isolated was a big factor, a child will need friends and others to be around. It wouldn’t be fair to bring a child into this world and not let them explore.

To this, Tom said.

“I know you are scared of that, but didn’t you just said that people are building a house near here? How about we befriend them?”

“It’s a couple. And I sensed an aura coming from them, one of them is certainly a witch.”

“Then there shouldn’t be a problem. Let’s greet them, and we will see where it takes us.”

And that you did.

The couple built a simple home for themselves on the other side of the river. They were welcoming, the female was called Amber and the male’s name was Harrison.

You quickly became friends. They moved for the same reason that you did and as you found out, the male was the witch. They were married and Amber was already pregnant, in fear of losing their baby, they moved out here. They heard about the witch that lived there but never believed in it until they met you, but one thing they did find suspicious, the bunny following you around. But you never actually explained it to them.

So now, you not only had someone you loved, but friends too.

“How about marriage?” Tom said one night as you were getting ready for bed. He was already laying down. Zurak was in front of the fireplace, watching the fire crack and burn.

“You have been around Harrison too much. Imagine this. A witch, who worships the devil, goes into a church wearing a white dress that supposedly represents her pureness, which we both know, you took. She stands in front of a huge cross that has Jesus on it and a priest comes in and makes her married in the eye of God. Yeah sounds like a party.”

“Not like that. How about we have it our own way? You can wear a dark dress all I care about is that I want to vow my life to you.” you stared at him for a minute.

“Zurak. Say, if I tell you, will you wed me to this man?”

“I can repeat meaningless words that mean something to you, if that’s what you meant, Master Y/N.”

“Then let’s do it.” you stood in front of the bed and waited for Tom to move.

“Wait, now?”

“Why not? Are you busy?”

“No, but shouldn’t we do it…like outside, in a nice place… you know romance?”

“Okay, then tomorrow?”

“That should be fine.” he said with the biggest smile on his face.

The next day came faster than ever, you found yourself wearing a simple dress as you and Tom walked into the forest and stopped under the cherry blossom tree. And since it was spring, the tree was in bloom, giving your ‘wedding’ a rather nice feeling.

Zurak made an excellent job at being a “priest”. Even if he freaked Tom out when Zurak turned into its true, dark, gloomy, shadowy, tall self. Even if it gave off a dark, depressing atmosphere, nothing could have ruined that day for the two of you.

On that day, under that pink tree, you became the happiest woman alive.

You “married” the love of your life. Shared your thoughts and vows with each other. And as you kissed under that tree, with petals falling around you, with his arms holding you to him, you knew, the Witch of the forest had found true and pure happiness.

“I love you Tom.” you told him as he hugged you.

“I love you too, my little witch.”

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THE SHAPE OF WATER.      

early mornings. art on an easel. being trapped. flashy cars. self-righteous intolerance. speaking volumes without a word. being submerged. learning and adapting. raindrops on windows. bubbles rising in water. cats. taboo desires. tanks of water. kitschy nostalgia. kissing underwater. silence. isolation. golden age hollywood. sign language. scales. egg shells. jell-o. the smell of cleaning supplies. creature features. the space race. red coats. monstrous fairy tales. lab coats. lunches in brown bags.  the click of shoes. smog. dance routines. slices of pie. toxic masculinity. chains. government secrets. seeing past flaws. floating aimlessly. needles. greens and blues. deep, inexorable scars. gills. music from the 30′s. retro-futurism. bloody handprints. routines. record players. old movies. love in unexpected places.

PHANTOM THREAD.      

a doll in a gilded birdcage. butter to bread. the death of a mother. cycles. hidden messages. a disruptive presence. longing. wedding gowns. posh control. post-war.  brightly colored socks. inner turmoil. poison. an air of quiet death. hallucinations. family dysfunction. rich fabrics. curses. soft piano music. restrained anger. spinning out of control. artist and muse. dark love. pastels. peace in the countryside. clockwork dynamics. perfection. wild mushrooms. giving up every piece of yourself.  rags to riches. ghosts. new year’s. lingering gazes. needle and thread. fine dining. hearing every sound.  being ambushed. ego. flowing dresses. a person out of place. defiance. ink to paper. an artist tortured by their art. obsessive personalities. peepholes. soothing elegance. silk. spiral staircases. driving at high speeds. high society.

THE POST.    

typewriters. newspapers. tense climates. distrust of authority. internal battles. a legacy at stake. secrets. cover-ups. defending what you believe. peering through windows. melodrama. political corruption.  behind closed doors. sniffing a scoop. ringing phones. lying for over a decade. cramming and crowding. cold grays. war. fluorescent lights. treason. shuffled papers. the jungle. a weight on your shoulders. fresh coffee. thousands of deaths. burglary. finding your voice. risking everything. propaganda. tough choices. exposure. type being set by hand. workplace rivalries. abusing power. security breaches. hierarchy. a bed strewn with papers and books. paranoia. orders. clicking keys. redacted files. desk clutter. cigarette smoke. precious cargo. vanished technologies. suspenseful conversations. facing charges. courtroom battles. suits and ties.

DARKEST HOUR.

never surrendering. duty. countless negotiations. the flash of cameras. beaches. historic buildings. guzzling booze. resignation. utter catastrophe. bunkers. radio broadcasts. going against the odds. bathed in red light. a sense of humor. allies. shouting matches.  small square windows. selfishness. walking with a cane. war rooms. chandeliers. dust floating in air. righteousness. a poor reputation. an elevator surrounded by darkness. a world at war. needing a miracle. interruptions. a last hope. cigar smoke. quoting poetry. photos of a loved one.  a single sunbeam. monarchy. vanity. rescue missions. refusing peace. allied chambers. military uniforms. taking a stand. common folk. suicide missions. drums of war. tears down sullen cheeks.  reluctance. complete collapse. evacuations.  enveloped by fog. changing history. blood, toil, tears and sweat.

THREE BILLBOARDS OUTSIDE EBBING, MISSOURI.

severe burns. police uniforms. sirens. the calmness of a deer. strumming guitars. grieving. horrifying memories. sucker punches. a lack of respect. facing threats.  skin under fingernails. flicking cigarettes. awkward dates.  nasty rumors. claustrophobia. lush green pastures. molotov cocktails. the fire of anger and revenge. strangers. no remorse. bashing in windows. the midwest. provoking a fight. pointing fingers. being pressed for time. rundown old houses. grey morality. dark undercurrents. insurmountable losses. cruel laughs. the american flag. dive bars. guilty no matter what. buildings in flames. ambulances. coughing up blood. spitting. chewing on fingernails. one versus many. black and red.  not understanding another’s feelings. a mother and child. the pain of others. a quest of justice. abandoned billboards. a hardened gaze.  driving to nowhere. small towns. last letters. absurd violence.

DUNKIRK.    

burying a body.  warm cider. narrow escapes. a race against time. a small boat. all hope lost. being unable to come home. taken prisoner. shipwrecks. assuming the identity of someone else. setting fire to it all.  smoke rising from a crash . sea foam. seaports. rendered blind. dropping to take cover. land, sea, and air. entangled in chain. toast with jam.  suspense. waiting for escape. wounded men. lying in the sand. trauma. blank spaces. sinking ships. commended a hero. cocking a gun. swallowed by darkness. bullet holes. obstacles and delays. a hero’s welcome. planes overhead.  the sounds of a ticking clock. bullets ricocheting off metal. people by the thousands. shell-shocked. the explosions of shells on shores.  the sound of destruction. rising tides. head injuries. target practice. compressed time and space. the perennial threat of death. oil ignited into flames. lying for the greater good. blocking out the noise.  primal dangers. taking command. sole survivor.

GET OUT.

deer antlers. suburbs. hypnosis. strange behavior. familial tension. chopping wood. uneasy stares. tears and a smile. deception. fight or flight. blindness. survival. sinking into the floor. watching but powerless. strapped to a chair. plugged ears. a failed handshake. car accidents. sunken places. something out of a nightmare.  going hysterical. bingo cards. smoking cigarettes. static on a television set. doing more harm than good. a hint of a smile. a stranger in any environment that is foreign to them. waiting for someone to come when they never will. overturned candles. wealthy garden parties. constantly looking over your shoulder. silence no matter how hard you scream. trances. catharsis. a battle of wills. layers being peeled back. a cup of tea. nosebleeds. addiction. last bits of life leaving a body. black and white photography.  sprinting at high speeds. conspiracies. surgery. blankly polite speech. noise of a spoon scraping across a teacup.  a deer in headlights. staring at your own reflection. unable to sleep.  loyal friends.

LADY BIRD.        

california landscapes. budding romance. uniforms. consolation. plain and luscious colors. apologizing. boorish sex. prom dresses. secondhand dresses. strong personalities. the ups and downs of adolescence. the theatre.  being simultaneously warm and scary.  battling depression.  90’s fashion.  dreaming of elsewhere. partying. signatures on a cast. living on the wrong side of the tracks. not being bound by any era. rejection. sparklers.  thrift stores.  high school. identity crisis. a place that looks like a memory. going behind backs.  disappointed parents. catholicism.  poverty. busy new york city streets.  monotonous hometowns. shitty bands. anarchy. drifting in and out of friendships. menial jobs. red hair. self-given names. coming-of-age. a broken arm. excessive drinking. first kisses. cupcakes. smudged eye makeup. bruises gained unknowingly. strained relationships. screaming in the middle of the street. thoughtful letters. standing out. decorated bedroom walls. having a change of heart. expressing individuality.

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