#i hate the yellow folklore dress

[edwardshundredyearoldspunk]

the ttpd enjoyer in me loves the addition of it to the setlist but the autistic in me hates every other change that took place to get it there

[echantedtoon]

Demonstober Day 15 Pixie

A supernatural being in folklore and children's stories, typically portrayed as small and humanlike in form, with pointed ears and a pointed hat.

Tagging: @lavenderdropp @six-eyed-samurai @trancylovecraft @shadyd3ar @cherrysuzaku

@nousija @mspurpl3

Remember if you want to be added to the spooktober taglist lemme know

The day was beautiful this morning.

With the sunlight sinking into the room through the window. The birds singing outside. Beautiful fresh smelling air. Beautiful visions of nature right outside of you looked. A bright blue sky. Fluffy white clouds. Yellow sun. Flowers of every color. Green plants everywhere. Trees providing shade as the wind rolled by. A little blue pond in the distance full of fish.

Yes.

An absolute picture perfect scene for what could very much be a good day. Nothing in the world to worry about. Nothing to do. Just peaceful quiet and nature.

"Hey! Wake up! Your breakfast is ready."

A chuckle was heard followed by a soft yawn. Your peaceful slumber had been disturbed by the sounds of a distant voice as it called out to you. Eyes slowly blinking awake from darkness allowing tired f/c orbs to see the green underside of your blanket thanks to having your head buried under the covers. Only to have your warmth disturbed by the calling of a distant voice.

"I can see you moving around! Come on, Y/n. Wake up already!"

A mixture of a groan and chuckle escaped your mouth quickly turning into a yawn. Arms and spine stretched over and out pushing the covers to the side as you turned on your side to face the person in the room.

"There you are!"

A pair of beautiful pink eyes blinked kindly at you as a smile sweetly encouraged you to get up. You stared at the woman before you before you yawned again before rubbing your eyes with a grumble.

"Good morning to you too."

"Aw. Don't be like that. My sisters will be coming by later today for a visit. You don't want to still be in bed when they're here do you?"

"Do I have the choice of just sleeping in and avoiding them?"

A chuckle ran out of your girlfriend's throat before shaking her head no. "Nope. Now get up! Breakfast is ready and I won't let it go cold."

Footsteps thudding in the house as you grumpily watched her leave before Groaning and plopping face first back into your pillow. You hated mornings...but knowing that your girlfriend would only come back to bug you again until you did get up, you reluctantly pulled yourself up off the bed throwing the blankets off of you and stood to your feet. Yawning and stretching out your back before heading off to get dressed and make your hair not look like an absolute rats next. 

It took ten minutes because you took your sweet time before trudging back into your kitchen and sitting at the table. Your girlfriend having her back towards you. 

"Hey. What's for breakfast?"

A double pair of dragonfly like wings twitched, but they were too large to belong to a small dragonfly as they fluttered from her back. Your girlfriend turned around to you with a smile and a second later holding up a pan. Eggs and bacon were displayed on the inside.

"Bacon and eggs!"

"Sounds delicious! Thank you!"

No one would ever believe you if you told them that a house pixie made you breakfast. Let alone that you were in a relationship with one. You met her when you moved into your home four years ago. At first you thought your house was haunted. Things would be moved around, sometimes if you needed to get a chore done you'd go do it only to discover it was already done, and sometimes you'd catch glimpses of someone out of the corner of your eye. It was only when she noticed you were getting freaked out that she revealed herself.

Now you were shocked that a house pixie was living with you..but you'd DEFINITELY take a pixie over a ghost. 

She was so pretty! And kind! And sweet! It wasn't a wonder you two became fast friends and a year and a half later partners. You smiled widely as she placed a plate in front of you and made a mental note to make her favorite dinner in return tonight.

[slowdive1994]

⋆ hello and welcome! ⋆ dandy // she/they // minor (15 and a fool <3) // sapphic (questioning bi again)// aus // enfp // leo ☼ libra ☾ pisces ↑ // basic dni // gluttonous user of brackets // in love with everyone and everything a little bit // life's so fun, life's so fun! // know it's for the be-e-e-tter.

⋆ misc ⋆ yellow dandelions and polaroids // matcha addict // this specific shade of green // guitar // obsessed with spotify // certified dog person // silk chiffon is my favourite song ever // music is the loml // always wearing eyeliner // summer is everything // friends give me life // in love with the city // literal golden retriever // poetry - i have a slightly inactive sideblog // laughs too hard and too much // i write songs a bit // my sleep schedule is absolutely fucked // chronic overthinker // tokyo is my fav city ever // in love with my friends // i live in wide leg jeans // strawberry sorbet // psychology // used to drink coffee like once a week and now im a fully fledged lorelai gilmore // headphones // i live for concerts // brown lipgloss <3 // that little black vest // a little selective about who i follow and i usually don't follow people without an intro post/bio :) // if we’re not mutuals and u wanna be js send me an ask pls // i love talking to people - ask box is very open and dms open to minors :)) //

⋆ music ⋆ mitski // big thief // paramore // boygenius // lorde // olivia rodrigo // lucy dacus // taylor swift // phoebe bridgers // deftones // esha tewari // billie eilish // lana del rey // gracie abrams // girl in red // maisie peters // noah kahan // chappell roan // renee rapp // nep // adrianne lenker // hole // mazzy star // the cranberries // tanukichan // wet leg // japanese breakfast // the last dinner party // boyish // cocteau twins // the cranberries // the cardigans // the sundays // clairo // kimya dawson // arctic monkeys // the smiths // my bloody valentine // the smashing pumpkins // slowdive // modern baseball // lsd and the search for god // laufey // beabadoobee // laufey // faye webster //

⋆ albums ⋆ norman fucking rockwell! // ttpd + the anthology // evermore // born to die // did you know there's a tunnel under ocean blvd? // pure heroine // melodrama // folklore // this is what it feels like // good riddance // hmhas // quarter-life crisis // if i could make it go quiet // am // the good witch // the rise and fall of a midwest princess // snow angel // punisher // stranger in the alps // the record // home video // historian // this is why // bury me at makeout creek // puberty 2 // five seconds flat // riot! // guts // bright future //brand new eyes // songs // capacity // masterpiece // stick season // preacher's daughter // live through this // sundays // prelude to ecstasy // wet leg // rae // saturday night wrist // i can // heaven or las vegas // vampire weekend // so tonight that i might see // no burden // brat // the secret of us // everybody else is doing it, so why can’t we? // maggot // charm // among my swan // celebrity skin // AM // around the fur // remember that i love you // a-sides // the rest // be the cowboy // loveless // siamese dream // nowhere // souvlaki // lsd and the search for god // sports //american football // she hangs brightly // beatopia // i know im funny haha // our extended play // atlanta millionaires club // bewitched // how im feeling now // melon collie and the infinite sadness // twin fantasy // pornography //

⋆ tv ⋆ gilmore girls // cruella // heartbreak high // 10 things i hate about you // 27 dresses // do revenge // friends // all the bright places // pride and prejudice // how i met your mother // mona lisa smile // never have i ever // gossip girl // pjo // little women // but i'm a cheerleader // now you see me // the hunger games // the breakfast club // murder mystery // the fault in our stars // yellowjackets // how to lose a guy in 10 days // heartstopper // the princess and the frog // knives out // tinkerbell // geek girl // to all the boys i've loved before // five feet apart // the devil wears prada // knives out // anne with an 'e' // atypical // the babysitter's club // riverdale // ratatouille // enola holmes // mean girls // wednesday // the vampire diaries // the perks of being a wallflower // ruby sparks // bottoms // buffy the vampire slayer // juno // scott pilgrim vs the world // girl, interrupted // eighth grade // 500 days of summer // boyhood //

⋆ books ⋆ the invisible life of addie larue // we were liars // the raven cycle // the folk of the air // anne of green gables // little women // daisy jones & the six // the seven husbands of evelyn hugo // the hunger games // red white and royal blue // they both die at the end // pride and prejudice // pjo // the fault in our stars // all the bright places // five feet apart // turtles all the way down // heartstopper // solitaire // loveless // tuck everlasting // one of us is lying // sadie // she's too pretty to burn // caraval // the illuminae files // aurora rising // emily henry books // the bell jar // girl, interrupted // the virgin suicides //

⋆ taglist + sideblogs + notes ⋆ #asks // #incredible remarkable awe-inducing mutuals <3 // #just dandy thoughts // #anon // #tag game // #picrew // #ask bait/#ask game // #dandy.txt // mp3 dvd rumble pack guitar // @path0logical-people-pleaser // @idespisemyrottenmind // @saturn-mo0n // intro post was inspired by @svnflowermoon and @glcive - go check their blogs out, they're lovely <3 // last update: 10 november 2024 // bye and thank you for reading!! //

[bearmemesreviews]

FotW: SDMI - The Grasp of the Gnome

Today's Freak of the Week is a more serious take on a creature type seldom seen outside of Children's Fantasy, Gnomes!

Yep, for years the fair folk and their kin have been delegated to just tiny humans with magic - ignoring years of folklore and cautionary tales that describe these creatures as actual monsters born from the earth with all sorts of nasty plots in their minds.

We have since turned around once again, around the same time superheroes started to scoff at tights in their shows and movies to an annoying degree, and as we get more public domain horror movies expect ANOTHER switch back to sincere fairy tale fodder.

But until then, let's talk about this parkour elf and his blue cheese touch.

Backstory: Crystal Cove has a Reneissance Faire! Which the gang attends, displaying all their personalities in the costumes they chose to dress in. Notice how Shaggy and Scoob are dressed like pirates? Well that's plot relevant!

An Evil Gnome has been terrorizing the faire, attacking those who come as pirates despite the medieval themed dress code. I don't know why, I'm pretty sure by 2010 pirates as a fandom were already petrified by a certain Disney Franchise's later films.

Yep, Petrification! A really cool power that's seldom used, but when it is doesn't it look cool? I love the iridescent glowing blue veins that grow on the victims as they freeze in place. Neither freezing them in ice nor encasing them in stone, but still immobilizing them in a way that would be indistinguishable from "real" magic.

As for the rest of the plot, you may have started to notice that almost every gang member has been getting kidnapped at some point to give the gang something to act irrational over - Velma and Scooby fighting over the parrot from Shaggy's pirate costume when he's taken for example, giving Daphne some reprieve.

Mr. E offers his two cents on Shelma at the end of the episode, for reasons that'll become apparent later.

As the day goes on and the suspects, all dwarves or otherwise very short people, are dismissed, the gang finally trap the athletic Gnome with a good old pit. But not before Daphne actually gets to one up the gnome, using the one thing all fairies and other anklebiters fear - steel!

Design: The Gnome is a classic fairy tale creature, and I love how MI's version has been redesigned to keep all the goofy, fantastical elements in place without straying too far to make it scary. It wears tattered clothing barely held together by some stitches where the sleeves connect, consisting of a simple tunic with red pants. It has boots, though it could also just be black wrappings around its feet. It also wears black gloves, metal arm bracelets with large bolts attached to them, a buckled sash, and a large, stitched-up red gnome cap.

Its face is where it gets really good, with regular humanoid features exaggerated as they would be for a regular gnome - mostly a large nose and ears that stick out - but made extra freaky with beady yellow eyes with no irises, only red pupils. Its skin is also warty and a decrepit, green-tinged blue. Its eyes are even sunken in, making it look more like a corpse that's begun to mold.

Its powers include the ability to run and hop like a trained athlete, leaping around so fast he can't be captured or evaded, alongside a touch that paralyzes. This actually makes him one of the more physically threatening foes the gang's faced. And I like that the applies to a goofy man with a cowboy mustache and long beard tied into pigtails.

Reveal: Daphne evades the paralysis touch by hiding steel gauntlets under her dress, catching the gnome off guard. He then tries to escape but only ends up trapping himself in a previously failed spike pit. Once captured it's revealed that of the three main employees of the ren faire, it was actually the pirate-supporting jester Gill Littlefoot all along. He tried to frame his wife, the pirate-hating queen, in order to get control of her money.

I am not qualified to discuss any protentional ableism displayed by Patrick Warburton in Scooby-Doo Mystery Incorporated.

5/5 Really cool take on a classic archetype seldom used for Horror, and so well executed that I think it'd actually work well for its own folk horror movie like The VVitch. I am genuinely surprised by how much I like The Evil Gnome.

P.S. I love the explanation that the petrification was caused by the toxin of a made-up species of Jellyfish. I love when shows tries to explain away gimmicks by using an exaggeration of real-life biology, like how Pufferfish toxin can be used to create "zombies".

[fatummortem]

Character: Talia Wagner

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.  

Nicknames: TJ, Teej

Eye color: pure yellow, watch: yellowish brown

Hair style / color: braids / dark blue, watch: black

Height:  5'7

Clothing style: Ranges between punk, punk dress & gothic style of clothing. Often wearing fairly revealing clothing, mainly to reduce likelihood of her shirt riding up when she's doing a flip or walking on ceilings.

Best physical feature: TJ has a very expressive face, which is normally upbeat or smiling.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.  

Your fears: “Being crippled.“

Your guilty pleasure: “Dancing on ceilings & jamming to the classics that don't exist here."

Your ambitions for the future: “Finding a different way to help people. It's a work in progress.” 

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺.  

Your first thought waking up: “A new adventure awaits." 

What you think about most: “The best way to enjoy life.” 

What you think about before bed: “That's private.” 

What you think your best quality is: “I'm not sure. I knew that once but I have to figure it out again.” 

𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻’𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹?  

Single or group dates: “I haven't done a group date before, I'd have to experience it to see.” 

To be loved or respected: “I'd rather have both, how can you truly love without respecting your partner?”

Beauty or brains: “Brains.” 

Dogs or cats: “Cats!” 

𝑫𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼…  

Lie: “Yes."

Believe in yourself: “Most of the time.” 

Believe in love: “I do. It's a painful experience." 

Want someone: “Yes. He's not around anymore.” 

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵…  

Been on stage: “No, nothing like Dazzler, but I had a band when I was younger. we called ourselves... the Butt Monkeys. We were.... a garbage band really. Just something to vent frustions. Oh, there was that time in Mojo World... That was... Well it happened. Another band with the name Butt Monkeys.” 

Done drugs: “No."

Changed who you were to fit in: "Sometimes. Some Earths are dangerous for mutants. It's easier to blend. It's not the greatest, I like being comfortable in my own skin.”

𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺.  

Favorite color: “Maroon.”

Favorite animal: “Panther.”

Favorite movie: “Goonies is nice! I watched it with Uncle Remy recently.” 

Favorite book: "I don't remember. Readings harder for me now but folklore is interesting so far. I've tried audio books but they put me to sleep."

Favorite game: “the Fastball Special."

𝑨𝑮𝑬.  

Day your next birthday will be: “I don't remember...” 

How old will you be: “Before or after the time resets?”

Age you lost your virginity: "That's private.” 

𝑰𝑵 𝑨 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵.  

Best personality: “Flexible.” 

Best eye color: “Expressive."

Best hair color: “You're tempting me to sprout something like when the planets align & reflect off your hair within the darkest of nights you'll know.” 

Best thing to do with a partner: "Enjoyment of life."

𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬.  

I love: "-- - family.” 

I feel: “-- - fractured.” 

I hide: “-- - pain."

I miss: “-- - John.” 

I wish: “-- - for the erasure of hate crimes.” 

Tagged by: Stolen from: @thejadedking Tagging : anyone who wishes to do so, pls tag me so I can take a gander c:

[collarbonekissesandasylumwitches]

hello hi, hope y'all are doing ok :)

this is just my take on this aesthetic, my personal brand if you will, so please don't come at me if it isn't completely accurate

(i do not know where a few quotes are from so if you do, please lemme know so that i can list them)

poetcore // chaotic academia // downtown girl

vibes: grocery stores, existential poetry, psychology/english major, iced caramel lattes, old bookstores, anatomical heart emoji, thunderstorms, wired earphones, art museums, dyed hair and a nose ring, vintage posters stuck on bedroom walls, blue hour, ink stained hands, latin curses, 3 am showers, voice notes, smudged eyeliner, cocoa lotion, choco chip cookies, silver rings that clink against ceramic cups, native language nicknames, annotated books, commentary videos on youtube, forehead kisses, candles, love letters, lullabies, sunlight through curtains, libraries at night, homoeroticism, angry girl music, pressed flowers, coffee cake and coffee eclairs, glitter pens, lipbalm, dog cuddles, super specific playlists, daily outfit pictures

fashion: small shirt big pants black nailpaint mismatched earrings signature perfume hair sticks black turtlenecks cardigans fingerless gloves nose rings high waisted jeans linen shorts lipgloss cotton dresses waist jewelry heart shaped locket moss coloured bralettes bandanas tank tops crystal necklaces white eyeliner oversized earth toned sweaters cargo pants vintage band tshirts charm bracelets and anklets crop tops smudged eyeliner harem pants claw clips fairy earrings tote bags doc martens with everything lots of antique rings

songs:

ribs - lorde

coffee breath - sofia mills

movies - conan gray

how long - hadestown

sunflower - post malone, swae lee

i want you to want me - letters to cleo

bookstore girl - charlie burg

sappho - frankie cosmos

achilles come down - gang of youths

girl from the bookstore - jack jones

poet - bastille

all too well 10 minute version taylor's version - taylor swift

artists: mother mother, bon iver, girl in red, arctic monkeys, daughter, florence + the machine, hozier, the neighborhood, taylor swift [folklore and evermore in particular]

movies: shutter island, dead poets society, lady bird, 10 things i hate about you, five feet apart, potrait of a lady on fire, kill your darlings, fleabag, perks of being a wallflower, all the bright places, loving vincent, call me by your name, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

books:

crush - richard siken

a little life - hanya yanagihara

the song of achilles - madeline miller

ode to aphrodite - sappho

the bell jar - sylvia plath

and then there were none - agatha christie

envelope poems - emily dickinson

the secret history - donna tartt

the picture of dorian gray - oscar wilde

a room of one's own - virginia woolf

the robber wife - margaret atwood

the yellow wallpaper - sam vaseghi gilman

quotes:

what we love, we mention. - Marie-Helene Bertino

you said i killed you. haunt me then. - Emily Bronte

loneliness is still time spent with the world.- Ocean Vuong

let me stay tender hearted, despite despite despite.

that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. - Walt Whitman

i love you. i can't tell you. the sun on your face will do it for me. - tumblr user tturing

i will love you if i never see you again, and i will love you if i see you every tuesday. - Lemony Snicket

someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story. - Richard Siken

nothing ends poetically. it ends and we turn it into poetry. all that blood was never once beautiful. it was always just red. - Kait Rokowski

love is real. i saw it once outside my window and it stopped to look at me but kept on walking and i thought it'd come back but in the end maybe it was just passing through.

in ten years' time, i want to live in a house with big windows, i want the house to be large enough to have a kitchen table with four chairs but not too roomy to ever feel the depth of my aloneness. because i'll probably be alone. but i think aloneness won't feel so all-consuming with windows that protect me from the world but still let me watch it. - Maeve Wiley, Sex Education

male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it's all a male fantasy: that you're strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. even pretending you aren't catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you're unseen, pretending you have a life of vour own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. you are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. you are your own voyeur. - Margaret Atwood

take care, love love >3

[king-there0f]

🖊 🖊 🖊 for you!! free spaces for three different kiddos (or just three facts about one! up to you!) :D @kerra-and-company

Aw thank you so much!

Lets give these kiddos a chance to shine. Under the cut are some snippets about 🖊Kerxsus, 🖊Meena, and 🖊Asphreah

🖊KERXSUS

I never talk about him which is a shame because of all my salads, he might have my favorite design. He is based on three plants in particular, those being a begonia maculata, maple and japanese maple, as well as the red burning bush plant.

I just love red plants.

Kerxsus was my first monochromatic sylvari design, though yellow and green feature as well, his color palette is predominately red. He is my autumnal salad and he's been on my mind a lot lately since I live in a place where maple trees are abundant. There are so many beautiful changing colors right now and so many different shades of reds and oranges and yellows and muddy greens. Muah, chefs kiss. Best season.

Kerxsus is an odd egg. He met a Nightmare Courtier very early upon waking and was intrigued by their sympathetic nature. He does not get very caught up in right VS wrong. He thinks the courtiers have their place. He doesn't like things that are overly dogmatic though, so joining as a formal member never held much appeal to him.

He has a fascination for insects and arachnids, and keeps several as odd pets. He's a bit of a mad scientist type and is constantly experimenting and testing new poisons and antidotes and solutions and solvents and isn't always the most discerning about what or who he tests them on.

He loves shiny things and likes to adorn himself with pretty gems. Sometimes he goes to what some might call extreme measures to acquire pretty shiny things. Very nearsighted. probably a monsterfucker. He likes a specimen.

🖊MEENA

My beautiful Not-Norn baby. The youngest of all my GW2 characters (not counting sylvari since they are basically born adults) Meena is in the 17-20 ish range. I haven't worked out a ton for her yet so I haven't nailed down the specifics.

But I'd love to spend more time with her character! Her color palette is very inspired by Lady Amalthia from The Last Unicorn, which is one of my favorite movies. And I really love her design - she's fun to draw!

Meena is a human who was found abandoned as a baby in the shiverpeaks and was adopted by a loving Norn couple who desperately wanted a child and felt the spirits of the wild blessed them when they found her. They assumed that a child that could survive such extreme temperatures long enough to be found bust be a Norn, so they never questioned it. She was raised like a Norn, though she never got quite as tall as her peers. Her dad's love her very much and fret over her constantly.

I have a couple different comics drafted for their family. One being of her dad's finding her for the first time. Hopefully I'll get that actually finished someday haha ; ;

I like the idea of her general vibe feeling somewhat fairy-tale or folklore-ish. There's some mystery surrounding where exactly she came from and how she didn't die as an infant in the snow and I would love to delve more into that. I feel like there are a lot of opportunities for some fun environmental pieces and warm cozy illustrations of her and her dads.

🖊ASPHREAH

They're based on a Purple Queen plant, which my Grandmom always had in her garden!

Their name is a combination of the words Asphyxiate and Freya.

They are more attractive than you and they know it.

While not an official member of the Nightmare Court, they might do the odd job for them every now and again. More of an independent contractor kind of deal. They despise the idea of working under anyone long term. It's simply beneath them.

Asphreah appreciates fine fancy clothes and things that look fashionable and expensive and they dress themselves like they want to be noticed. They wear lavish materials that they hate to dirty or stain and will consider murder over a spilled drink.

When contracted or asked for favors they will accept payment in the form of rare out of print books of poetry and they keep an extensive library of books and manuscripts worth a frankly ungodly amount of money.

They're most definitely a wine snob. They're a snob about most things actually. They hate having things chosen for them because other people are more likely to make shit choices. Unless, of course the choice being made is in their favor.

Absolutely the kind of person who flirts and convinces you to dump your partner to date them, only to dump you not long after because they only wanted to prove they could make you fall for them.

They would rather not perform strenuous tasks, preferring to convince other people to handle things for them.

All in all, not a very nice person, but certainly one that knows their own worth.

[lossisyours]

☕️ New eras tour outfits

ooooh, oooh, ok, i'm gonna by set here:

lover set: i enjoy the new orange suit, but i kinda hate the blazer; the pure orange is an eyesore, i can't stand it no matter how good she looks in orange

fearless set: the new dress makes me cry whenever i see it, i'm such a fearless girlie i can't help but get emo about the throwback

red set: i honestly don't see what big difference the slight change in bodysuit neckline makes, but w/e - i do like the new t-shirts more

speak now set: the new dress does not do it for me

folkevermore set: i love the firefly idea behind the new dress, and how lovely tayprincess looks in that shade of yellow, but something about the real lack of neckline is a miss for me! the shocking pink is glorious, because that colour is stunning on her, but i don't love it as much as i love the green version~

1989 set: oh i fucking hate the brooch thingy, not even its majestic place between her titties keeps it from being fucking gaudy as hell - i think the colour combos and different coloured shoes are fun, but... the brooch? WHY????

ttpd set: i love it all SO MUCH, but ranking: silver underwear + white coat/black lapels > white underwear + white coat > metallic gray underwear + coat > black underwear + gold coat

acoustic/surprise song set: new surprise song dresses > old surprise song dresses (they made her look like a vegetable)

midnights set: the new bodysuit isn't my favourite, but the cutouts and level of detail on it are just elite. and i'm gonna take her alterations to the old ones as "new sets" too - and i love them SO much. probably my favourite outfit of the tour sans folklore dresses

send me a ☕️ and a topic and i’ll talk about how i feel about it

[whereloveresides]

THE ERAS TOUR - My Outfit Ranking

PART IV

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part V

16. Speak Now Nicole + Felicia Dress in Blue

Yassified Cinderella!

15. 1989 Roberto Cavalli Top & Skirt in Orange

My favorite of the 1989 looks. She is serving.

14. Speak Now Elie Saab Gown with Organza Petals

This one gets too much hate imo. It’s sooo fairytale core.

13. Speak Now Elie Saab Gown in Silver

It’s stunning. I think of it as a wedding dress I’d look at for hours but never wear.

12. evermore Etro Dress in Yellow & Green Cape

This orange-yellow color works surprisingly well and the overall style is perfect for evermore. That cape is everything and is well deserving of its spot in the one of the best parts of the show.

11. Lover Versace Blazer and Louboutins in Silver

Okay businesswoman!!!

10. Lover Versace Black Pinstripe Blazer

The black blazer is only a smidge above the silver. So hot.

9. Midnights Oscar de la Renta Blue Bodysuit

This outfit will forever be what I think of when I listen to “Midnight Rain”.

8. folklore Alberta Ferretti Dress in Blue

This shade of blue is very much giving Rebecca Harkness to me.

[with-the-flickers-of-light]

are evermore and rep the only eras that has only had one costume version??? like

lover has the pink/yellow variations on bodysuit, and the silver/striped variations on blazer

fearless has the allover/bottom fringe variations on dress

evermore has the white/purple/off-white/green variations on dress

reputation has the snake bodysuit

speak now has the beige/pink/weight variations on dress

red has the a lot going on at the moment/who's taylor swift anyways? ew/we are never getting back together. like ever variations on t-shirt

folklore has the orange dress

1989 has the green/pink/orange variations on co-ord

debut/acoustic has the green/red/yellow variations on dress

midnights has the navy/midnight blue variations on bodysuit, the silver/blue/pink/purple variations on t-shirt, the purple/pink/multicolor variations on fur jacket

"i'm here to prove wrong the allegations that i hate evermore" hmmm

(either way i'm very curious to see how the costumes keep changing!)

[kazimirfiles]

Hi! Can I ask romantic matchup for bungou stray dogs and danganronpa thh?

i go by she/her pronouns, im 18, and i have no gender preference!

things i like: yellow, picnics on the beach, fruit water, black tea, old books, folklor, mythology, cultures, baking, hanging out with my best friends, animals, fancy earrings, theatre, pretty and rare words, summer, watching movies, reading, writing, telling funny stories, smiling conspiratorially to strangers and giving them flowers, drawing, fashion, psychlogy, true crime, dancing, All Tomorrows, old music, sarcasm

personality:

I'm very confident, dominant and assertive person. I voice my opinion, nobody dares to mess up with me. Also I'm calm, full of serenity and femenine energy. I just try to be myself. I appear a little cold but i'm fact I'm lively, sassy, charismatic and kind. And I try to be funny.

I love helping people and putting smiles to others faces. I'm mostly organised but I still can be very chaotic. I'm a hopeless romantic with my heart in everything I do. A bit of a night owl, I've always been fascinated by exploring old European cities and imagining the stories that lived in their streets. I'm a bit different from the rest of the group, but that's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm proud of it! Not all can understand me, but those who take the time to get to know me know that I'm an invaluable friend and companion.

my appearance: I'm 5'7 with hourglass figure, and- and I think picrew is more detailed-

Yup, I look like this

I'd totally fall for person that intrigued me (I grew up in the middle of nowhere in Eastern Europe so I'm extremely curious about everything). It might be their dressing style, little personality trait, hobby, etc.

They just must have something that makes them diffrent. I find it hot bc they give me chance to learn something new.

I hate fake, toxic, abusing people, bullies, stalkers and catcallers. I dislike eating on town, bc it disgust me (I hate finding hair in my dinner)

Extra notes:

- My family calls me Vampire

- In random moments I sing songs about man killing his wife or about dead body in closet bc my mom sang this songs when I was younger

- I have specific sense of humor

- If I like someone I'd infodump about thing that I'm actually obsessed with

- My friends say that I'm just more kind and friendly Byakuya Togami. Or they say that I'm lost Addams or something

- I'd call my lover pretty words in other languages, bc I can. Also I'll draw them and I'll write poems about them

Have a good day/night!

HELLO! Thank you for sending in lé matchup request 😌

I match you up with…

Fyodor Dostoevsky

• After skimming through your stuff and rereading it again, Fyodor was honestly the only person I could think of. Besides Atsushi who was a close runner-up, I have a feeling that Fyodor would likely enjoy you more.

• Fyodor likely didn’t notice you at first. I’d say he most likely caught your eye first, given his unique style and appearance, you likely approached him first.

• It started most likely with a short compliment from you. You were traveling to Japan Yokohama with a few friends just for funsies and met him along the way. You and your friends were having a picnic on a beach. It wasn’t a very populated one, so Fyodor was likely hanging around there.

• You and your friends heard the sound of boots crunching on sand and rocks. You turned around and saw Fyodor, staring at you from afar with a poker face, and intriguing purple/violet eyes.

• He panicked a bit actually. He didn’t expect you and your friends to be where he’s at. Instead, he took a deep breath, kindly looked at each of your friends, then smiled while walking away.

• You were beyond interested in this guy. He didn’t look Japanese. Was his appearance interesting to you? Definitely. Those purple-ish violet eyes? Alluring.

• Fyodor wasn’t doing any too important business. Well, he was still working on his next step to his goal, so he decided to walk out and just think.

• Some of your friends were a bit creeped by the guy, but you still wanted to figure him out. You tried talking to Fyodor to see what happens.

• I have to admit, he may have been annoyed by you at first. He just wanted alone time at the beach and you and your friends happen to be there. What made him change you may be wondering? It was a specific trait and thing you did that made him reciprocate your interest in him.

• Your outspoken yet feminine nature intrigued him a bit. Such an interesting combo of a personality. He probed you more, asking questions about yourself and taking note of everything. He wasn’t completely obsessed with you, but he found your uniqueness interesting. He wanted to understand you.

• From then on, your relationship bloomed from there.

• Fyodor probably walks around in old European cities with you often. Even if you haven’t been to one, I can imagine that Fyodor would have the tools to bring you on a trip.

• He didn’t see it before, but he finds you pleasant to look at. Your hair, your face, your hourglass shape, he likes it all!

• He likes that you’re likely to voice your opinion. It’s certainly a respectable trait.

• Probably calls you vampire too with your family. How’d he find out you may be wondering? Well, it was probably him peaking over your shoulder and noticing a text from one of your family members calling you that.

***

Your Danganronpa THH matchup is…

Chihiro Fujisaki

• I honestly think that Chihiro might be the most ideal match for you. He finds your confident, bold, and caring personality is something the he exactly needs.

• Let’s say the killing game never was a thing and that Junko never decided to be a menace to society. You’re matched with a nondespair!AU of Chihiro. You probably met him through Mondo and Makoto when Mondo was helping Chihiro build up his physical strength.

• You met Makoto first, and upon meeting you, he felt the need to introduce you to Chihiro and of course Mondo. He thought that if Mondo helped Chihiro with physical strength, you’d help him with mental strength.

• The meetup was pretty short honestly. You and Chihiro got close from the first you two saw each other. As time went by, you guys just got closer!

• Thinks your vampire nickname is a bit strange and laughed at it first. Nonetheless, he decided he’s lightheartedly call you that a few times. And if you weren’t okay with it, expect a very panicked and heartfelt apology lol.

• Baking nights together! One time he did get a little frosting on his nose, to which you responded to that by scooping it off his nose with your index finger.

• Honestly, someone who’s tough-minded like you and more bold is perfect for someone like Chihiro. 100%!

I had a bit of trouble with Chihiro’s part but I did the best I could. Hope you enjoyed! Sorry if I missed anything but I did what I could.

[five-rivers]

I just had a vague idea for a Danny Phantom AU that treats the ghosts more as spirits than monsters to beat up, a bit like Yokai in japanese folklore. With barriers, sacret sited, curses, blessings, purifications, etc. The AU follows Danny becoming a guardian entity.

(I love that idea, and this isn’t quite what you’re talking about, I think, but...  Yeah, I don’t know.  Enjoy this snippet.)

Danny can feel it, the moment his feet hit the pavement of Saint Rita Avenue, and casts a blessing at whoever picked the name for this road.  He makes it to the median, and turns, facing back the way he came.  The washed-out yellow street lights prick at his eyes, reminding him that, as always, he has more in common with what he’s been running from than anything else.  

Darkness splashes against the barrier between street and sidewalk.  On both sides.

He hates it when spirits work together.

In Danny’s pockets, paper rustles.  Prayers and charms from half a dozen different cultures, East and West, copied as best three untrained teenagers could.  Some of them had done good.  None of them had done enough.

He’s glad it’s late enough that there are no cars.  The street is quiet, except for whispers only he can hear.  It is cold, except for the almost-comforting burning under his feet, promising him safety, for now.

But this is a road with the name of someone holy, not hallowed ground.  The barrier at its edges is not strong, and the thought of approaching an intersection, a crossroads, carries with it a frisson of risk that Danny is loath to ignore.  Sometimes the labyrinthine Old Law that governed crossroads was helpful, but not tonight.  Not this close to midnight with the shadows practically boiling with malice.  

He needs a church.  Or a temple.  Or a mosque.  Or a neopagan’s working space.  He’ll even take a backyard where a bunch of kids are going through an Egypt phase and play at worshiping Osiris and Horus-Re.  It’s worked before.  Barely.  Any place that’s had faith and its motions poured out on it often enough and recently enough for it to matter.  

Otherwise Danny will have to draw on his own power, and that’s never turned out well.  

But this section of Saint Rita Avenue isn’t the kind of place a church is built, and even with the spirit-thing swamping his senses with its hate, Danny can’t feel enough of a spark to justify breaking in.  

He used the last of his blessed salt to get this far.  He’s been out of holy water for days.  

The first tendrils of other have broken through the avenue’s barrier.  The whispers become razor sharp and crystal clear against Danny’s mind.  What are you what are you what are you and not here not there you don’t belong and we know you and pain and fear and give up give up give up.  They’re singsong and saccharine and far from the worst he’s endured so far tonight. 

He’s out of time.  He’s out of ideas.  

Danny takes a step backwards and stops being Danny.  

Phantom is different than Danny.  He is made of pain and fear and all the things Danny thought were more important than his own life.  He is a wild and contradictory spirit, his anchor to this word both inviolable and tenuous.  He walks the narrow path between the sacred and the unspeakably profane.  

The spirits reaching for him know this.  They use it as their weapon, and it hurts more than anything.  

(He is a thing that should not be and every second he does he degrades the souls of everyone around him he is a parasite does he not see--) 

Phantom knows he cannot win this fight.  But if he runs, these spirits will continue to hunt, to prey--

No.  

He can see the spirits more clearly now than when he was clad in flesh.  He can see them one, two, three, five, seven, eleven, thirteen times and more, spread across the layers of reality that they are allowed.  When he is Danny again, he will remember a shapeshifter and a woman made of black flames.  

(He does not know what he looks like in these places.  He is afraid to find out.)

He fights.  

He loses.  Badly.  

Not so badly that he cannot run home to the maze of light his parents built blind and he added to with averted eyes.  This could be seen as a kind of victory, to live to fight again, protect again, come up with a new strategy, but Phantom has been injured too badly.  A wound to the spirit is still a wound, never mind that when he wakes up as Danny all he feels is a heart-deep ache.  

His covers are tangled around him when he wakes, the protective signs Tucker had embroidered into the cloth pressed against his bare skin.  He does not know what happened to the clothes he was wearing.  If he is lucky, he dropped them in the wash in a post-transformation haze.  If not, they’re lying in the middle of Saint Rita Avenue.  Or just.  Gone.  Which is also an option.  

As he frees himself, he notices more marks on his skin.  They match the low-grade fog of depression in his brain.  Both are souvenirs from fighting with his soul outside his body.  

(Or whatever his soul had become.)

Getting dressed is a chore.  A painful chore.  He makes it downstairs eventually, although he wishes he hadn’t when he sees Jazz’s spirit week poster on the kitchen counter.  Spirit.  It seems like a cruel universal jest.  

A warm hand touches his shoulder, and Danny looked up into his sister’s eyes.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

“Yeah,” says Danny, even as he thinks no.  

She smiles, just a little bit.  “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Danny shrugs.  He can’t, really, and he doesn’t want to lie to her face.

“Just-- I know you’re going through some stuff, but, I have faith in you, okay?  I believe in you.  So, try to believe in yourself, too, okay?”

“Okay,” says Danny.  Something feels... different, about the way Jazz says that.  It isn’t her normal pep talk, and she doesn’t mention psychology at all.  

She gives him a slightly large smile and a pat and walks away.  

Mine, whispers the part of him that was always Phantom, sounding both surprised and pleased.  

Of course she’s ours, Danny thinks back, she’s our sister.  

But he feels fuller, now.  Healed, in some small way, from what had been done to him the previous night.  

It takes longer than it should for him to put the pieces together.

[lovelyirony]

Oh, can I please ask for one of your folklore prompts? “And I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want/just not home” my tears ricochet  For a young Tony, maybe? It doesn't have to have a pairing if you don't want to. :)

A house and a home are different. Tony did not know this until he was in college, much to his surprise. 

A house is somewhere you live. A central place that you come back to in between visits to other people or places or countries or anything else. It is not personal. It is something you use until you no longer see the need or the desire. You can move to a lot of them. 

A home lingers. A home is where you smile late at night over drinks. It is where crumbs reside from last night’s takeout, and you spend lazy Sundays. 

(Tony also didn’t know what that was either.) 

He’s lived in a lot of houses. He has a lot of houses. There’s the one in New York that is looming and lonely and probably would be his least favorite except it’s in New York, which earns it its redemption. 

There is sunny Malibu with its beaches and great views. There are a few others. 

None of them are homes. It’s just a place to rest for a couple of months or a year or until Howard decides it’s not enough. 

He gets to MIT and gets a dorm room, same as everyone else. It is pitifully sad, he gets sun only in the mornings, and that sucks. He kind of hates it. He guesses that’s the college experience. 

He also has a roommate. Jarvis had told him it’d be good for him, and Tony had had to talk Howard out of about twenty-seven different legal documents that basically said “if you ever breathe a word of anything to anyone, you’re being legally sued.” 

James Rhodes. Literally studying to become a rocket scientist, has questionable taste in posters, and waves at Tony when they meet each other. 

“Call me Jim.” 

“...Jim. Are you eighty or something?” 

It’s probably the wrong thing to say. It definitely is the wrong thing to say by Jarvis’ raised eyebrows and down-turned frown. 

But James Rhodes takes it in stride. 

“You can call me something else if you want, but it has to be good and I have to approve it. Can’t be my last name, can’t be Jimmy. Anything else is fair game.” 

Different reaction. That’s...that’s weird. 

So Tony shrugs, smiles as Jarvis leaves, and realizes that he’s alone and Howard doesn’t really have an influence--except he does, god he does--and Tony asks James Rhodes if he’d like to get pizza. 

“You know anywhere with good pizza?” 

“Wanna find out if Hemingway’s is any good?” 

“It’s either going to be artisan hipster or the worst. Hell yes.” 

It’s artisan hipster. It is bad, and James laughs as he tells a story and burns his tongue when he’s reenacting his mother is chewing him out, using his full name, and: 

“Rhodey,” Tony gasps out. 

“I told you that you couldn’t use my last name!” 

“It’s technically not your last name, sugar plum,” Tony mocks, using one of his mother’s nicknames against him. “You are forever now Rhodey. Forever.” 

- 

From there, friendship progresses. Tony’s never actually had a real friend before, not that he tells Rhodey that. Besides, Rhodey probably knows. Tony just automatically assumes he’s paying for everything, and he’s not sure what to do with genuine affection for a couple of months. 

He looks at Rhodey with such love and affection. He does, really. Rhodey has created a whole new world for him. 

- 

And then, the holidays. 

Thanksgiving is Tony’s least-favorite-holiday for a variety of reasons. It’s all a fake kind of gathering. “Coming together to celebrate gratefulness” is the biggest goddamn crock of bullshit he’s ever cooked in his life, and for once his family isn’t doing a PR stunt, so his mother has announced that he’s welcome to be back home, but they won’t be there. 

Howard is taking Jarvis with him on a trip to England to visit Aunt Peggy and probably talk shop about Cap and ice and stupid fucking theories about the degree of alive he’ll be when he’s found. 

(When. What pretentious bullshit.) 

Tony doesn’t want to be alone in the house, because that’d suck shit and MIT would be better. At least he could make shitty ramen and cry and only get a noise complaint instead of one of the cleaning staff members saying that he probably needed therapy. 

“You are not staying in the dorms, what the fuck man,” Rhodey says. “You’re coming home with me.” 

“Now darling, I thought you said we weren’t going to be forward about this whole thing,” he purrs, putting on an old Hollywood accent. “Are you finally coming up and seeing me?” 

Rhodey rolls his eyes. 

“I’ll be as forward as I want,” he decides, and Tony wishes he wouldn’t say things like that, because that seriously get’s a man’s heart rising. “Besides, I told you that you need to have my Aunt Kendra’s rolls, and that’s a promise. So, Thanksgiving is now with the Rhodes’ family.” 

Tony doesn’t know if they know that he’s coming. He also doesn’t know the dress code, and Rhodey is absolutely no help. 

“What do you mean by casual?” Tony squawks. “Is it business casual? Dressy casual? Jeans casual?” 

“What do any of those mean?” 

“Oh my god, I’m going to look like a failure at this shindig. Your mother will die over her cooking because I’ll pull out of the wrong wardrobe and be a fool. I’ll die, and you’ll have to bury me, and you won’t even know which outfit I’ll want. God, this is going to--” 

Rhodey shuts him up, putting a hand over his mouth. 

“Just wear your red turtleneck and your dark jeans or whatever. That looks nice.” 

“You noticed?” 

“You don’t give me as much credit as I deserve,” Rhodey grunts. “Early wake-up on Monday. I’ll supply coffee as long as you give me gas money.” 

“I’ll give you anything for coffee. I’ll give you my hand in marriage for coffee.” 

“Don’t tempt me,” Rhodey teases. “I might actually do that.” 

God, I wish you would. 

- 

Rhodey’s house is a nice place, a wire fence bordering with a porch swing covered in a light dusting of snow, and swinging slightly with the wind that blows through the neighborhood. 

There are quite a lot of cars parked in the driveway and in the street, and Tony can see at least six people inside the house, which is more family than he actually knows on either side. 

It’s all warm and yellow, and Rhodey moves with an ease that Tony didn’t know happened outside of those cheesy family shows. 

He throws open the door and there are shouts of joy and happiness and “Jimmy-boy!” 

“I didn’t know Jimmy-boy was on the table,” Tony remarks dryly. “And here it’s been for months, Jimmy-boy.” 

Rhodey groans. 

“This is worse than Rhodey,” he mutters. 

A woman who could only be his mother steps forward, grinning. 

“Call me Mama, darling. And what’s this I hear about ‘Rhodey’?” 

“He burnt his tongue on pizza while telling me about a time he got a well-deserved talking-to by your own graceful words, Mrs. Rhodes,” Tony says. He’s charming. Oh, he’s very charming. 

She giggles. 

“I said mama, but I can’t say I’ll mind too much when you talk like that. Jim, you should’ve had us meet earlier.” 

“You see I would’ve, but I happen to value myself,” Rhodey says. 

“You do?” a man says. Mr. Rhodes, tall and a smile that could put any of the fake veneers in Hollywood to shame. “Could’ve fooled me.” 

Rhodey gets pulled into a hug, and he laughs, and Tony has the Distinct Memory that He’s Never Been Hugged by his Father. 

Well, isn’t this a time to realize family inadequacies! 

“Rhodey, light of my life, where am I setting up my suitcase?” Tony asks. 

“Come on up with me. We’re sleeping in my room, hope that’s alright.” 

It’s more than alright, and Tony smiles when he sees Rhodey’s room. 

He loves it. It’s decorated with model airplanes hanging from the ceiling, a peeling Star Wars poster that has most definitely been needed to be thrown away for more than five years (but won’t be), and a few trophies from soccer. 

Tony’s never had his own room decorated with anything but the current trends, his mother hand-picking his comforter and the decorations in his room. And they all say he’s so “fashionable” and “keeps an eye out for trends.” 

(Ha.) 

It’s odd for him to see a house look so...lived in. 

“Welcome home,” Rhodey says. “I haven’t grabbed it yet, but I’ll use a sleeping bag and you can take the bed.” 

Tony snorts. 

“No way, honeybee. I’m not kicking you out of your own bed. We’ve shared a bed before, this is no different.” 

"Only if you’re sure,” Rhodey says, smiling at him. “This is a bit different than both twin beds being crashed together because we wanted more space for the fridge.” 

“This time we don’t have the fridge,” Tony quips as Rhodey laughs. 

“Come on, let’s head downstairs. Mama’s probably gonna have us wash dishes or something. Maybe set up some more chairs.” 

What actually happens is that their laundry machine has gone rebel-mode, and is currently trying it’s best to fling the door open and spew laundry everywhere. 

“Shit,” Mr. Rhodes says, looking at it. “Another call to the repairman this month...” 

“He won’t get here until a week after Thanksgiving,” Mama says, sighing. “How much do you mind your jeans freezing up a bit?” 

He smiles a bit at his wife. 

-

Tony’s never seen that. But he likes it. 

-

“I can fix it,” he says. Family turns to him. This is all quite embarrassing. “I, uh, I’ve taken apart some washing machines before. I think I can figure it out, if you don’t mind me poking around.” 

“I wouldn’t mind a bit,” Mama says. “Jimmy, I like this one.” 

Rhodey rolls his eyes. 

“I’ll go get the toolkit for you. Need anything?” 

“Towels and you, honey-pie.” 

“You get one out of two of those options.” 

“You treat me like a vagrant,” Tony declares. Rhodey laughs as he heads to go get supplies. 

- 

The night goes on. People occasionally check in, and Rhodey assures them that it’s going well. 

“Instruction manuals are such bullshit,” Tony says. “Half the time they’re written by someone who doesn’t even know how to do it themselves. The other half, no one uses them.” 

“Well when you take over your company, write better instruction manuals,” Rhodey says. “Pass me a towel, things are about to get sudsy.” 

Forty-five minutes later, the washing machine is probably doing better than it was even at production, and Tony gets a kiss on the cheek and cheers all around him. 

“This calls for cookies,” Rhodey declares. “Tony, let’s go get some.” 

They sit at the kitchen table, and Tony learns so much about Rhodey’s family. He sees him laugh and relax and tell the funniest stories about when he was little and got stuck in a tree. 

-

It’s home. That’s how he finally understands it. Home where you keep on going long after, with people you love. 

He doesn’t have one of those.  

He thinks, maybe, that he could make a home of his own. Maybe he could have AC/DC posters lining a wall, or have the pictures of friends and vacation in the kitchen. 

And Rhodey would be there. For now, he’s going to enjoy his hot chocolate and try to get more embarrassing stories about his best friend from his family. 

[rosesloveletters]

Comfort tag game!

What's your comfort weather?

What's your comfort/favourite song?

What's your comfort movie?

What's your favourite feature about your home/room?

What's your favourite snack?

What's your favourite compliment to receive?

How does your favourite outfit look like?

Which five songs give you strength?

What are your top five comfort quotes?

Which gesture gives you ultimate comfort?

Tag your ten most comforting blogs!

Ooh, I love talking about comforting things! Thank you so much for sending this in, dear anon!🌻

What's your comfort weather?

Sunny, clear/blue skies, warm temperatures, gentle breeze

What's your comfort/favourite song?

I have comfort albums; Folklore and Evermore by Taylor Swift. My favorite songs from both albums are listed below:

Folklore: Cardigan, My Tears Ricochet, Exile, Peace, The Lakes

Evermore: Willow, Gold Rush, Coney Island, Cowboy Like Me, Long Story Short

What's your comfort movie?

The Brothers Grimm

What's your favourite feature about your home/room?

My shelves where all of the belongings which are most important to me are kept. I worked hard to make it aesthetically pleasing and I also have notes from friends there, journals, memorabilia, etc.

What's your favourite snack?

Peanut butter filled pretzels<3

What's your favourite compliment to receive?

One from @ajokeformur-ray : "You are the epitome of sunlight, warmth, cosiness, love and reverence. You are a gift to the world and the universe is better off for your existence. I love you so much darling omg you're everything I aspire to be."

It also has meant more than I can ever verbally express when several different people have told me that I am like Heath. It is my life goal to embody his way of thinking and viewing the world; I want to bring him to life in the way that I interact with others and treat the world. It means so very much to me when others compliment the way that I do this<3

How does your favourite outfit look like?

Right now: A pair of jeans and my Joker sweatshirt<3 I don't really have a favorite outfit, but I have several pieces which make me feel happy or comfortable: I really love my red dress, my leopard print tshirt and I have a pair of yellow converse shoes I bought because I saw Heath wearing a pair and yellow is my favorite color, plus I've always loved converse.

Which five songs give you strength?

Daylight - Taylor Swift

The Archer - Taylor Swift

Long Story Short - Taylor Swift

Evermore - Taylor Swift

Happiness - Taylor Swift

What are your top five comfort quotes?

"Then the guests were sent for, and the marriage feast was given, and all made merry and danced and sang, and the best wish that I can wish is, that you and I had been there too." -the five servants; The Brothers Grimm Collection of Works. (Of all of their stories I read, this quote stood out because it was so genuine, pure and heartfelt.)

"Never give up on the things that make you smile." - Heath Ledger

"I wanna be defined by the things that I love, not the things I hate. Not the things that I'm afraid of. Not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night, I... I just think that... you are what you love." - Taylor Swift

"I take great pride in my soul and the consistency and longevity of my love." - Heath Ledger

"I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence." - Lang Leav

Which gesture gives you ultimate comfort?

Whenever people respect my comfort level and do all that they can to make sure that I feel as welcome, comfortable, etc. as they can; when my comfort and security is important to them. Cuddling also makes me feel extremely comfortable and safe (nobody ever cuddles me anymore though lmao)

Tag your ten most comforting blogs!

@ajokeformur-ray @jslittlebirdie @fan-of-pretty-much-2-much @metsienmenninkainen @cherryblossomskye @into-crazy @royaleclown @reginasansrex @rommies @sadclowncat

[nyctophilicbish]

To the person who told me I looked like a sunset,

Do I? Is that true, my dear? In the plethora of a billion sunsets that I laid my eyes upon, not one of them captured this very picky heart of mine. Sunsets never really send dancing goosebumps in my arms, but to be true, sunrises do. I’ve always loved the sweet and captivating hope of having to see the light once more. I love how the sun goes back up in the sky like the queen of the heavens, bringing the shadows of the night, the moon and the stars to bow at her magnificent wake. Doesn’t it sound like such a magic, Louis?  I may sound silly to you but indeed, sunrises really make me feel that magic of a feeling.

Anyways, how’s the world out there, at your part of town? I hope your chickens are fat and fine by now. My marigolds withered up and died last week. I guess they didn’t like mellow music as much as you do, which is kind of weird because I really fancy the songs you told me to listen to. Maybe not everyone in this town does, but I do. I really do. I had “The Simple Things” by Michael Carreon playing on my speakers all day nearby the flowers and the next thing I knew, the marigolds weren’t that gold anymore.  

But really, I don’t blame their demise on your taste of music, I guess I just didn’t water them that much or that I just totally forgot about them when I went to your basketball match last Thursday.

You must be bored at reading this letter by now. I’m sorry but I’m just not good at doing these kinds of things. I’m not much of a writer myself, Louis. Speaking of which, you are. You really are a great writer, Louis. I’ve read all your compositions in English class and I felt every single magic you hid in every word in all those stories of yours. Can you teach me your skills sometime, mister?

A sunset? Really, Louis?

You really had me thinking if it was my yellow dress or if it was just me. I just couldn’t quite believe that those words would come from lips of your own kind. Or did you just call me that because I had something in my face that time and you just didn’t want me to know so you and your friends can laugh about it? Or was it because I smelled of wildflower and you hated wildflowers so you called me that as a reverse psychology to make me go away? I’d be so embarrassed if those were your real reasons.  But nevertheless, I really didn’t have a care in the world but you at that moment.

I had all my eyes on you. And oh, was it one of the greatest over-the-counter decisions this 17-year old girl has ever done? Yes. Yes, it was.  I couldn’t forget how your eyes caught a glimpse of the warm afternoon August sun and glowed like amber. Who gave you eyes like that? Who said you could keep them? They looked like orbs of crystallized honey and I couldn’t help but look away to avoid drowning from your enchanting stare. And how could I ever forget the detail that makes you stand out from every other guy in this paper town, the unique mole near your right eye that only adds to the never-ending list of things I love about you. Oh, how can I get enough of your beauty, pretty boy?

Have I ever told you that the moon and I talk about you almost every passing night?  And that even the farthest of stars would come join our little tea party just to hear of my tales about you. Have I ever told you that your gravitational pull on me is a little too strong? Have I ever told you that I’m furious at you for making me feel this way? Have I ever told you you’re a firework in my lonely town? Have I ever told you the star in your eyes shine brighter than Polaris? Have I ever told you that you seem to put a spell on me everytime you flash that ever-magical smile of yours at me? Have I ever told you our hometown skeptics called it witchcraft? Have I ever told you you’ve got beauty even Saturn and Venus can’t compare? I bet I didn’t, Louis.

“What must it be like to grow up that beautiful with your hair falling into place like dominos? My mind turn your life into folklore. I can’t dare to dream of you anymore.”

You’re so beautiful, Louis. You’re a prize I’d cheat to win. You’re the purple-pink sunset I’ve been long waiting for in my life. You’re the portrait I’ll use all my best colors on. You’re the greatest poetry I wish I could write. You’re the only thing I’d wish to look at if I’ll go blind. You’re the only thing I’d want to dream about if ever I’ll be put to an everlasting sleep. You’re the only fairytale I’d believe if ever the Fairy Godmother asks me to choose one. You’re the only bottle of poison I’d purposely pick knowing that I’d be lying breathless on the floor moments after. You’re the only speck of glitter I’d want in my face even if it irritates me to the bones. You’re the only rose I’d pluck from a garden of sunflowers knowing I’d be in pain afterwards.

You’re all I want. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Even just the thought of you-a pigment of you. You.

You see, I also came to love sunrises because of you. Because of that picture of us I have next to my bed together will all my all-time favorite books-that picture we took when we danced together at a friend’s party back then, remember? Ever since, it never failed to paint a hopeful smile in my face everyday when I slowly blink my eyes open to the sound of birds and chickens just outside my bedroom window. I’ve always woken up to that magic of a sight, to that magic of a feeling. I’ve always woken up to you, dear.

You might despise me after you read all these. You might stop exchanging messages with me. You might stop suggesting the most beautiful songs my eardrums has called blessings for a long time now. You might stop giving me the smile of my century. You might not tell me when your next basketball match will be anymore. You might stop being in the same picture with me. You might stop reminding me to water my plants everyday. You might stop going out and drinking milkshake at the park with me on Saturday nights. You might not want to be in the same midnight train with me anymore. You might not walk me home afterwards. You might leave me.   But I want you to know, you can.

You can if doing all those things is worth throwing away all the memories we had on willow street, if doing all those things is worth breaking the golden string we both kept after our ride home from that midnight train, if doing all those things is worth deleting all the late night conversations we both enjoyed, if doing all those things is worth forgetting all the secrets and inside jokes we both promised to keep only as ours, if doing all those things is worth turning all our lessons into weapons to point at my deepest hurt, if doing all those things is worth leaving me crestfallen at the wooden floors of my gold rush dreams of us. You can, if doing all those things will bring out the best in you. You can, if doing all those things will make you any happier, Louis.

I won’t-I can’t stop you from doing what you want, from what you need to do. You are my person but unfortunately, I’m not yours. I am not but you are. You are your person, at the moment. You are yours’ before you are anyone else’s. So take care of yourself, love yourself, dear. Whether you, the sun or the moon may like it or not but I will never forgive myself if you ever find yourself in hurt and pain. Live the rest of your days in joy but never be afraid to also let sadness wash over you sometimes, my beloved. Always deem that you are more beautiful than my marigolds that dried up, you are more beautiful than Saturn and Venus combined, better off, you are much beautiful than all the galaxies in this bewitching yet treacherous universe we are in. You are that beautiful in my eyes.  But calling you beautiful would be the greatest understatement of this century, Louis. You are ethereal.

By the time you receive and read this, know that I’ll be in that same yellow dress you saw me wearing that afternoon. I’ll just be here in my hospital bed listening to Elton John’s “Can you feel the love tonight?” with a cup of cookies and cream milkshake from that park we loved to hang out at. My cancer cells acted up again. I don’t get it why these cancer cells want to get rid of me so fast. They always have me doubting if I could still wake up to another sunrise with you. I don’t know if I’d still make it out through today, through this week, through this month, through this year. The doctor once told me I’d meet the angels pretty soon. Doesn’t that sound so magical, Louis? Well, it may sound sad to think that I’m going be leaving you-leaving pretty much everything in this world too really soon but alas, it is life, my dear. It is what it is.

But there will always be light at the end of every tunnel, there will always be happiness at the end of every story, right Louis? Mine may be nearing to an end and yours may still be going off to a start, promise me to remember these lines from this Taylor Swift song I find so beautiful:

There’ll be happiness after me

But there was happiness because of me

Both of these things I believe

There is happiness

In our history

Across our great divide

There is a glorious sunrise

Dappled with the flickers of light

From the dress I wore at midnight

Leave it all behind

And there is happiness.”

Before everything else, I have one favor to ask of you.

Love yourself and be happy, my beloved. I’d die to see you happy.

Goodbye or not, you’re still the most beautiful sunrise I’ve ever woken up to, Louis.

Marigolds and Sunsets, Millie

[madelainesvixens]

Title: Blood Mary

Ship: Alice (Cooper) Smith + FP Jones (Falice)

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''Don't do it,'' begged Hermione, trying to hid her skeptical fright.

Alice rolled her eyes. ''Don't be such pussies. It's just a legend.''

''A girl died in Greendale last night from invoking...her. It's not just some legend, Alice. It's very real,'' Sierra pointed out, glancing at Hermione for support.

An old legend had made the buzz at school, frightening students of Riverdale High: the legend of Bloody Mary. Although there was a lot of version of this legend in folklore, they all were revolving around a similar ritual. The first step was to stand in front of a mirror and call her name three times. Once the name pronounced, said Mary was set to happen in the mirror, covered in blood.

But, the best was yet to come.

Following the ritual, it was recounted that the woman in the mirror - Bloody Mary - would scratch the eyes out of whoever had invoked her, causing them to bleed out and die.

Naturally, Alice didn't believe this stupid legend. It was just some invented stories to creep people out - and it seemed to be working.

The blonde Serpent had been hiding in a bathroom stall during lunch break, smoking a cigarette when she heard Hermione and Sierra talking about Bloody Mary's legend.

''In that case, let's try it,'' Alice decided, just to spook the two girls out.

''Alice, are you serious? Please don't-''

Ignoring girls's pleas, a grin spread on the blonde's lips as she stared into the mirror, pronouncing the name of the one -who-shall-not-be-named. ''Bloody Mary.''

Sierra sucked in a sharp breath as Alice said the woman's name.

Bringing her hand over her own mouth, Hermione gasped, shocked. ''The curse is going to fall on you and you're going to...die.''

A part of Alice was surprised that Hermione got trapped into believing this absurd legend. She came from a very religious family and figured she'd know better than this. What would her parents think if they knew that their daughter believed in such nonsense.

Sierra, on the other hand, was not surprising. She was known to believe all sorts of gossips.

''Die?'' Alice huffed out an humored laugh, glancing at the raven haired girl with the plaid skirt through the mirror's reflection. ''Don't be so dramatic, Hermione.''

''I'm not. I'm being serious!'' she insisted.

''Bloody Mary,'' Alice said for the second time, just as the lights flickered in the bathroom.

Sierra gulped, suddenly feeling nauseous. She glanced at Hermione who was looking just as frightened as her. ''Come on, Alice. This isn't funny...''

Just one more time and the invocation will be through. Just one more time and Bloody Mary will appear in the mirror and-

''Bloody Mary.''

A vacant silence filled the bathroom. Hermione and Sierra went completely still, holding their breath as Alice stared expectantly in the mirror.

Nothing.

''I don't understand what you're so afraid of. This is just some stupid legend, see?'' Alice nodded at the mirror, seeing only their reflection. ''No one appeared in the mirror and my eyes aren't busted out.''

.

Later that day, everyone had gathered at the Andrews's for a couple drinks before the big Halloween party at Marty's.

''No way! I didn't think you'd go through,'' Fred said just as Alice and FP entered the basement, dressed as Bonnie and Clyde, America's famous criminal couple who were known for bank robberies together during the 30s.

Although their costumes were a drastic contrast to their usual style, it was perfectly fitting for their personality and couple aesthetic as they were each other's ride of die.

FP exchanged a shoulder hug with Fred, snickering at his attempt at Danny Zuko. He might've got the hair down, but those tight pants were a laugh.

''You clean up well in a suit, Pendleton,'' Hermione pointed out from her spot on the couch, taking a sip of her mixed drink.

Instead of thanking her, FP retorted a question. ''And, you're dressed as..?''

''Rizzo, of course. You didn't recognize the jacket?'' She smoothed down her pencil skirt, glancing at him in a flirty way, as if he wasn't already taken. Classic Hermione Gomez.

FP rolled his eyes. Right. The bright Pink Ladies jacket and neck scarf were massive hints at Grease's Rizzo. She even had pulled her hair into a sort of updo, giving the illusion of a short hairstyle.

Stepping in, Alice broke the interaction and gave FP a beer. ''Here.''

He thanked her with a kiss and led her to the armchair, sitting down first and making enough room for Alice who followed and laid her legs over FP's lap, keeping a close hand on her thigh.

''Who's going to come tonight? Else than the Bulldogs?'' Hermione asked, plucking a stray thread from her skirt.

Before anyone could answer, Alice spoke up.

''That Gladys bitch better not show her face tonight or I'll-'' she warned with gritted teeth, taking a sip from her beer.

''How can you talk about people like that?'' Fred interrupted, shaking his head.

''She gave me a shiner at the last party, in case you don't remember.''

''And you think hitting her back is gonna solve things?''

The blonde nodded. ''Revenge is a bitch and, too bad for her,  Alice Smith has good memory.''

Behind her, FP grinned and kissed her exposed neck. ''That's my girl.''

Fred shook his head in discouragement. ''God, you two are really made for each other...'' he concluded, glancing between her and his best friend.

The basement door opened, followed by a clicking of heels resonating as Sierra made her way down in her Scary Spice costume.

Hermione stood, going to greet her friend. ''Wow, girl, you nailed it!'' she commented, looking her up and down, smiling at Sierra's camo pants and matching bra top.

''It's cold out though... The jacket ruins the look.'' She motioned to the colorblock parka on her arm. ''When do we show up at Marty's?'' Sierra asked to the group, taking the wooden chair while Hermione went to sit back down beside Fred.

They weren't dating, but it was clear that the raven haired girl was falling for the baseball player - especially with their semi-matching costume. It was as if they were subtly telling other people to back off, they're already taken. If Fred had dressed up as Kenickie, it would've been perfect.

Standing up, Alice went to use the bathroom, leaving the quatuor to themselves.

Taking advantage of the blonde's absence, Sierra decided to open her mouth and blab to the boys about her. ''Boys. Do you know what Alice did today at lunch?''

Fred gave her a curious look while FP seemed half interested. Whatever Miss. Gossips was going to tell them, there wasn't much that could surprise of shock him.

''We were in the school's bathroom and...'' Sierra glanced at Hermione, biting her bottom lip anxiously. ''She summoned Bloody Mary.''

''What? You mean, like the legend going on at school?''

Sierra nodded.

''Didn't someone die in Greendale from doing this?'' Fred asked.

''And, did you see her in the mirror?'' FP asked, cocky smile on his lips.

Sierra straightened up before responding. ''No, but I heard that you don't always see her right away. Once you summon her, she can appear at any time.''

''That's just some old superstitions, right, FP?'' Fred asked his best friend, suddenly skeptical.

FP shrugged. ''I don't know, man. I'm not into this stuff...''

The lights in Fred's basement flickered, followed by a piercing scream echoing from the bathroom, causing Sierra and Hermione to scream too.

''Alice?'' FP called out, raising an eyebrow. ''Everything okay?''

Another scream.

This time, they all scrambled up from their seats and rushed to the bathroom.

''Help! She's gonna get me,'' Alice screamed from the bathroom.

FP juggled the door, trying to open it and failing. ''Alice? Alice, open the door,'' he demanded, his voice frantic and panicked.

''Do something!'' Hermione begged FP and Fred. ''You must have a toothpick or something to pick the lock. S-she's gonna kill her-''

Alice's terrified scream cut off Hermione's sentence, followed by a vacant silence.

''Ali?''

Nodding, Fred went to find something to pick the lock, leaving the girls with FP by the door. No one had ever been locked out of the basement bathroom so Fred - nor his dad - never had to pick the lock. Fred's could barely think properly as he searched, his mind crowded by the adrenaline in his veins from the possibility of his friend being dead behind this very door.

''Alice?'' Sierra called, her voice shaky.

Hermione's eyes filled with water behind her glasses, realizing what might've happened to Alice. ''I-is she-''

Just then, the bathroom door opened and Alice came out, a huge grin on her face. She gave FP a high-five, confusing everyone.

''You idiots really thought it was true? That Bloody Mary had attacked me in the bathroom?'' Alice laughed mischievously, shaking her head.

Sierra narrowed her eyes at Alice. ''Have you lost your mind? You can't do stuff like that!''

A sigh of relief wash through Fred, realizing that it was a prank. A very bad prank, if you ask him.

''This is called revenge, Sierra. Next time you see a used condom the girls's bathroom, don't blindly accuse me.'' Alice turned to Hermione. ''I know it was you who spread the rumor, Hermione. You're no better.''

Hermione gaped, giving Alice a scandalized look. ''So, it was all a prank?''

.

Later, when Alice and FP made it back to Alice's trailer - slightly inebriated -, the two were still amused by they little prank. They'll admit, maybe it had gone a bit too far - they didn't mean to implicate or scare Fred, but he was there -, but it was a damn good prank.

''You should've seen their faces,'' FP told her with a grin, shaking his head and tossing his bowtie, hating that damn thing. It was so uncomfortable, how can people wear that? ''Hermione really thought Bloody Mary had killed you.''

Alice threw her head back, laughing as she untucked her yellow sweater, slipping it over her head, removing the last bit of her costume. ''I should've covered myself in syrup and let them think Bloody Mary had killed me.''

Cert, syrup could've given a more gruesome turn to the prank, but it would've made a huge mess - and Fred would've probably fainted from the 'blood'. He had already been caught in the middle of this prank by admission, there was no need to scar him with an image of a 'lifeless' Alice covered in blood on his bathroom floor.

''Poor Fred would've had an aneurysm. He was so panicked, frantically searching for something to open the door and..save you.'' He sighed, thinking back. ''Man, I feel bad for him.''

Alice came behind him as he finished undressing, kissing his shoulder blade as she snaked her arms around his middle, pressing herself against his back. ''He'll survive.''

Rolling his eyes, FP turned around in his girlfriend's hold. ''I know...''

''It was Sierra and Hermione's fault in the first place,'' the blonde justified. ''If they hadn't spread that nasty rumor about me, I wouldn't have had to scare them with this prank and Fred wouldn't have been put through this.'' She pressed her forehead to FP's, about to kiss him. ''Now they know not to mess with me and spread nasty rumors.''

FP's hands slid on the sides of her body, fingertips brushing against the lace of her underwear, causing goosebumps to form on her skin at his touch. Was this what Danny was talking about when he said Sandy's presence was electrifying?

A crackling noise filled the silence of the trailer, some branch scraping against the window as Alice closed the gap between their mouth, sliding her tongue past his parted lips.

A gasp left FP's lips, Alice's slender hands slipping to the front of his boxer and breaking the kiss. She smiled wickedly, plump lips brushing over his as she spoke. ''Even if it was ours.''

''They don't have to know that,'' FP said with a smug grin, grabbing the blonde by the back of her thighs and bringing her over to the bed, taking advantage of Alice's parents being out of town.