#eliza brooks

[loisfreakinglane]

DOLLHOUSE // 1.07 “Echoes”

[hockey-and-timbits]

I just hate that you’re leaving me.

—Jo March, Little Women, (Greta Gerwig, 2019)

[cent-scratchnsniff]

oc doodles w most being samsung note. you know those popup cards and books. yeah

[im-not-a-loserrr]

SEND ME THE NAMES OF UR FAVOURITE MUSICALS/MUSICAL SHIPS/MUISCAL CHARACTERS INTO MY ASK BOX AND ILL RATE THEM

🟥why...

🟧not my thing

🟨I like it

🟩Live laugh love this

🟪MARRY ME

⬛ Execution. Now

[arthur-morgans-last-journal]

I am deep in youtube theory videos and came across the whole Jimmy Brooks/The Strange Man thing. Please don your tinfoil hats my friends that's what this post is. Also, spoilers for both RDR and RDR2.

If you don't know, Jimmy Brooks is someone you meet during the mission "Polite Society, Valentine Style." Jimmy recognizes Arthur from Blackwater, and you have to run him down and catch him. He ends up falling off his horse and you have to choose whether or not you'll save him. If you don't save him you lose honor, but if you do save him he gives you a pen and his voice is one you might hear during Arthur's last ride depending on your ending.

Jimmy doesn't show up again in the game, but there's some speculation/theorycrafting that he's a test from the Strange Man, a character we don't see in RDR2 but who shows up as a stranger mission in RDR, where he gives a similar sort of morality test to John. The Strange Man doesn't explicitly show up in RDR2, but you can explore his house in the bayou, and there will be a poem there about Jimmy Brooks which will read one way or another depending on what choice you made at the cliff.

If you accept that Jimmy is some kind of moral test from the Strange Man--and for such a grounded series there sure is a lot of wierd shit in these games lmao--one thing that has a kind of lovely poeticism to it is that the pen Jimmy gives you if you save him can be sold for a total of $10. It's otherwise unremarkable but. BUT. $10 is also the amount of money Eliza and Isaac were killed over.

I don't know that it exactly means anything--maybe it lends more creedence to the whole strange man is death thing or god or what have you--but I do kind of love that regardless. This totem of your first moral choice in the post-prologue game, this stupid little pen, can also act as a sort of reminder on subsequent playthroughs (when you know about Eliza and Isaac) to be good, to not be the kind of person that would kill a woman and child over $10. Arthur saved Jimmy Brooks, he has the capacity in him. He can be good, he even wants to. And if he ever needs $10 so badly, he can sell the pen.

I actually have a lot of other thoughts about that moral choice and its placement in the game but I'll save that for another post. I don't actually think the strange man is very important in the RDR2 game at all but the way Eliza and Isaac hang over it IS and you don't even know until chapter 6 AND if you choose the right dialogue options lmao.

[cappyoats]

[strawberryloveyyy]

Is it a bad thing that I’ve got Little Women (2019) nearly fully memorized? Because I think I’ve lost track on how many times I’ve seen that film, my mom never fails to point it out whenever she sees me watching it.. again. It’s practically muscle memory at this point. And I’ve never loved any other film more than I do Little Women (2019), and god I love Greta Gerwig. I read the book too and I love it. Well I got a very shortened version of it. That consists of 200+ pages, since it was cheap.

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Me and friend watched ZOMBIES shorts finally and....they crazy as fuck....but a funny kind of crazy.

[ovrarches]

greys anatomy needs to be studied for how they turn all their lovable regulars into the most annoying bitches to ever grace television and if they’re lucky they’re redeemed by being killed off in a wild and graphic manner (other characters will not mourn or even mention them again after their exit episode despite everyone in that hospital being friends and/or related)

[19panophobia16]

Idk what was wrong with you people, but both Eliza and Erica Hahn were very good characters and, especially Erica, deserved to stay on the show longer.

Oh and also, Carina would have been way better if she stayed with Arizona.

I said what I said.

[loisfreakinglane]

DOLLHOUSE // 1.07 “Echoes”

[cent-scratchnsniff]

doodle dump

[hatchetfield-yearbook-project]

It is with the UTMOST pride and joy that I announce to you, the project is finally finished!!! The past four months have been VERY worth the wait. I would like to thank everyone who helped make this a reality, as you are all some of the most talented people on Earth, and I would also like to thank Team Starkid for having the amazing characters who brought it together.

For the characters who did not have full names, we had their artists name them! Those characters are:

Smoke Club Girl (tgwdlm) - Suzy English Danny (tgwdlm) - Danny Reynolds Deb (tgwdlm) - Deb Hirsch Hatchetfield Bee (tgwdlm) - Eliza Florez Ziggy (nightmare time) - Ziggy Miller Gabe (abstinence camp) - Gabe Anderson Mary (abstinence camp) - Mary Shaw Noah (abstinence camp) - Noah Henry PJ (npmd) - Patricia Johnson Reese (npmd) - Reese Woods Brenda (npmd) - Brenda Briggs Stacy (npmd) - Stacy S. Murphy-Owen-Martin Brooke (npmd) - Brooke Chandler Caitlyn (npmd) - Caitlyn Hayes Angela's Drama Student (npmd) - Lily Myers Joey's Drama Student (npmd) - Ezra Richter Rudolph (npmd) - Rudolph Svensson Miss Mulberry (npmd) - Missy Mulberry

I'm linking the flip book AND the slideshow versions of this project because I feel like there's an image quality difference, and I want everyone's pieces showcased in the best possible quality. In the flip book, hover your mouse off of the pages, because when you have it on the page blurs a bit.

Flipbook

Slideshow

One more enormous thank you to those who brought this project to life: Writers: @dawningfairytale @theiloveyousong @that-was-anticlimactic @amethystunarmed @bellqmione @tnoy-keraxisraxis @icarus-o7 Artists: @mansion-of-haunts @witchstormm @booigi-boi @zstarcatsz @bird-likes-to-fandom @muppetmagic @l8dawnsovrmonroeville @nibblelinephym @notanerdyprude @peterstankoffski @ren-from-mars @astrolotte @blankensnappeas @angelwiththeblue-box @margo-mania @tipsy-agnostalgic @ratsarecute4 @rat-on-string @spigosaur @wispexists @ampers-and @ruthflemwad @feathertru @oniomn @daiwild @bajablastflavoredsaxreed @cardinaldust @thalassous @idk-tbh-idk @anispelix @lillazyboithings @cloddot @ophii @stephanie-lauter @janet-the-interplanet @alliumroze @kentucky-fried-goth-attire @nonbinarymichaelafton @spiny-dogfishes @gay-little-axolotl @vicariousscrolling @spyruce @thecrabbybarista

[deafeningladyruins]

BLOOD TIES

In the quaint, brooding town of Wisborg, where shadows seemed to linger a moment longer and whispers of old secrets wove through the cobblestone streets, there lived a young woman named Eliza. She was a figure out of place, her heart and soul akin to a gothic novel, filled with yearning and an inexplicable attraction to the macabre. Her life, shrouded in a melancholic solitude, found an unexpected tether in Count Orlok, the mysterious nobleman whose presence exuded an aura of both dread and fascination.

One evening, as the moon cast its silvery, spectral glow over the town, Eliza made her way to the castle that loomed ominously over Wisborg. The chill of her rare illness had been creeping more persistently through her veins, and she knew she needed to confide in Orlok, the only soul who seemed to understand the dark recesses of her heart.

As she entered the grand, shadow-laden hall, her eyes met Orlok’s, filled with an intense, inscrutable depth. He stood like a figure from an ancient tragedy, his gaze penetrating yet tender.

"Eliza," he intoned softly, his voice a melodious whisper that echoed through the vast, empty space. "What burdens your soul?"

Eliza, her heart thrumming with a blend of fear and desperate hope, drew a shaky breath. "Count Orlok, I am afflicted with a rare and insidious disease of the blood. The physicians offer no hope, and I fear my time is slipping away like sand through an hourglass."

A shadow passed over Orlok’s gaunt, pallid face, and he stepped closer, his very presence a strange comfort in the cold expanse. "Tell me more," he urged, his voice a mix of sorrow and fierce determination.

Eliza recounted her condition, her voice a fragile wisp in the dimly lit hall. She spoke of the constant weariness, the relentless pain, and the creeping despair that had become her unwelcome companion. Orlok listened with rapt attention, his eyes never wavering from her face. When she finished, he took her hand in his, his touch cool but steadying.

"Eliza," he said, his voice imbued with a deep, unearthly resolve. "I will not allow you to fade into the abyss. There exists a way to save you, but it demands a grave sacrifice."

Eliza’s heart raced, a tumult of hope and terror. "What do you mean?"

Orlok’s gaze intensified, his eyes gleaming with a fervent light. "I can bestow upon you my blood. It will purge your affliction, yet it will bind you to me for eternity. You will become like me, a dweller of the night, forsaking the warmth of the sun."

Eliza’s mind was a tempest of conflicting emotions. The thought of becoming a vampire, a creature of darkness, filled her with dread, but the alternative—a slow, inevitable death—was far more harrowing. She looked into Orlok’s eyes, seeing the profound love and torment that lay within. He was offering her life, albeit a life steeped in shadows.

"I accept," she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet filled with a steely resolve. "I desire to live, and to remain by your side."

Orlok’s eyes softened, and he drew her into a gentle, yet firm embrace. "You are courageous, Eliza. Together, we shall navigate the darkness."

That night, Orlok guided Eliza to a hidden chamber deep within the labyrinthine castle. The room was a sanctuary of ancient relics and arcane symbols, a testament to Orlok’s enduring existence. In the center, an ornate bed draped in crimson silk awaited, its presence both inviting and foreboding.

"Lie down," Orlok instructed, his voice a mellifluous command that brooked no disobedience.

Eliza complied, her heart a symphony of anticipation and fear. Orlok knelt beside her, his eyes a complex tapestry of sorrow and adoration. He leaned closer, his breath a cool caress against her skin.

"This will only be a moment’s pain," he murmured, before sinking his fangs into her chest, near her heart.

Eliza gasped as a sharp pain lanced through her, followed swiftly by a tidal wave of warmth and a dizzying euphoria. She felt her mortal life ebbing away, supplanted by a powerful, vibrant force. Orlok’s blood coursed through her, healing and transforming her, binding her to him in a union of eternal night.

When Eliza awoke, she was reborn. An ethereal strength surged through her, her senses heightened to an almost painful clarity. Orlok stood beside her, his eyes alight with pride and an unwavering devotion.

"Welcome to your new existence, Eliza," he intoned, his voice a symphony of emotion. "You are no longer constrained by the ephemeral bounds of mortality."

Eliza rose, feeling the newfound power pulsing through her veins, the clarity of her thoughts a stark contrast to her former weakness. She looked upon Orlok with a gaze filled with profound gratitude and burgeoning love. "Thank you, Orlok. I am ready to embrace this new life, to face whatever darkness lies ahead, with you."

As the first tendrils of dawn began to creep across the sky, Orlok took Eliza’s hand and led her to a secluded alcove, away from the impending sunlight. They sat together in the penumbral stillness, their connection now an unbreakable bond forged in the crucible of shared sacrifice and enduring love. Eliza knew her life had irrevocably changed, but with Orlok beside her, she was prepared to embrace the eternal night and the boundless mysteries it promised.

In the dim light, Orlok leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of their shared destiny, of the love that had blossomed in the shadows and would endure through the ages. As their lips parted, Eliza felt a profound sense of belonging, knowing that she and Orlok were bound together, forever entwined in the darkness.

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Good evening everyone, I just saw Nosferatu so I got an idea for this little story, hope you guys like it and feel free to give me ideas.

[girlmostlikely]

My Goodreads

The Stillwater Girls by Minka Kent

The Half of It: A Memoir by Madison Beer

A Certain Hunger by Chelsea G. Summers

At Certain Points We Touch by Lauren John Joseph

On the Savage Side by Tiffany McDaniel

They’re Going to Love You by Meg Howrey

The Force of Such Beauty by Barbara Bourland

History Keeps Me Awake at Night by Christy Edwall

Thrust by Lidia Yuknavitch

River Sings Me Home by Eleanor Shearer

Wandering Souls by Cecile Pin

The Day I Disappeared by Brandi Reeds

Maame by Jessica George

I’m a Fan by Sheena Patel

Horse by Geraldine Brooks

A Spell of Good Things by Ayobámi Adébáyò

The Quarry Girls by Jess Lourey

Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver

Woman, Eating by Claire Kohda

Penance by Eliza Clark

Brutes by Dizz Tate

I Who Have Never Known Men by Jacqueline Harpman

Big Swiss by Jen Beagin

Lapvona by Ottessa Moshfegh

Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver

The Candy House by Jennifer Egan

Forbidden by Tabitha Suzuma

Josie and Jack by Kelly Braffet

The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls

Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs

A Stolen Life by Jaycee Dugard

Lessons from a Dead Girl by Jo Knowles

The V Girl: a Coming of Age Story by Mya Roberts

Little Peach by Peggy Kern

In the Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado