#im done with my sister weed

[keepinit-g]

Why tf does this new pack have me on my ass like this ???? wtfff I'm outta this bitch

[bitegore]

They're NEVER making another guy like me

[ceolocunt]

[29121996]

.

[voxmilia]

actually talking to your difficult family when you feel like shit instead of relying on old coping mechanisms of ignoring them or ignoring your feelings

[alienated-idiot]

I'm slowly moving all my things back into my moms while I still decided if our relationship is worth fighting for.

I'm tired of being a mother to 28 and 54 year olds. If I wanted to be a mom, I would have had my own baby years ago when I actually did want one with him.

I'm just at a stand still in my life. We're getting "evicted" (his mom owns the house and she's being foreclosed on, we can't/i won't pay her bills). I just had surgery and I'm having to clean the house and prep for moving out on my own because his "back hurts too much 😭😭". My dude, I'm not supposed to be lifting more than 15 lbs because I would bleed out but here we are, if nothing gets done then we won't have anything when we get kicked out.

We've been together for 5 years. I've wanted our own apartment. I've wanted to finish my bachelor's degree. I wanted him to get his GED. I've wanted to have a family. I wanted to move out of South Dakota.

He's too worried about what his mom will think if we up and leave her to deal with her own fucking mess that she created. So I'm about to up and leave him. Once I'm healed, we'll see.

[januaryembrs]

impulsive!hotchner!reader (i’m thinking hotchs sister) x spencer reid

as in reader completely ignores the dangers of the job but somehow it always ends up going how she planned for it to go and then there’s hotch and reid completely pissed at her im talking spencer red faced and spewing facts and statistics on what could’ve gone wrong and hotch just backing him up with a frown and crossed arms

THREE'S A CROWD | Spencer Reid x Hotchner!Reader

description: it's hard enough getting your job done when you work with your boyfriend, even harder when your overbearing boss happens to be your brother.

length: 500wds

warnings: mention of house fire + medical side affects of inhaling smoke

“You’re grounded,” 

You baulked, eyes narrowing at your eldest brother where he’d forced you to sit in the back of the ambulance, the medic draping a shock blanket over your shoulders.

“Grounded? Are you kidding me?” You seethed, and your lips pulled into a snarl when he crossed his arms over his chest, his face tipping on furious, “Aaron, I’m not-”

“Don’t Aaron me, you could have died. Do you not realise how irresponsible you were being?” You huffed, rolling your eyes and sitting back with your own arms lacing over your chest, feeling like a fifteen year old all over again being lectured on why you shouldn’t sneak out to parties or roll weed. 

“Thank you, agent, for saving five citizens from a house fire, that was incredibly brave of you. Oh sure, no problem big brother, anything for the job-” You mimicked childishly, your teeth clenching roughly as you felt their stares burning into the side of your head, pun intended. 

“The biggest killer in fires isn’t the flame itself but the smoke inhalation,” Spencer snapped, his lips pursed together just as annoyed as your brother, and your whirled around to match his glare, “Black smoke not only is the cause of thirty thousand people a year alone, but also supercharges existing health problems and can cause life long-chronic inflammation of the lungs. So yes, you were being irresponsible,” 

You gawped at your boyfriend, the two men staring down at you with irritation, and you had to admit your lungs were feeling a little tender from where you’d ran back in the house to help the father drag his wife and children out of the burning building. But you wouldn’t admit that to them, you couldn’t. Because if they were this worried and vexed at you being asymptomatic, you shuddered to think how overbearing they would be if you so much as coughed. 

“Seriously, Spence, you want in my bad books too?” You snipped, but he doubled down, shaking his head and scoffing in a way you’d never heard from him before. Sometimes you wondered if they took tips from one another on how to be the world’s most affectionate pains in your ass. 

“I am serious, just as serious as heart disease, COPD, cardiovascular issues, emphysema, all of which are common long term side effects of black smoke inhalation-” Spencer continued, and you threw your head back with an eye roll and a groan, feeling your chest aching already with where you struggled to keep your breathing even, already knowing you were going to kick yourself when the two of them hit you with the ‘I told you so’. 

“Man, I would hate to be that girl right about now,” Morgan said to Emily, stuffing his hands in his pockets where he watched you get chewed out by Hotch and Reid. 

“Are you kidding me, being yelled at by those two, I’d take facing a house fire all over again,” She murmured, shaking her head as you shoved past the two of them, the three of you squabbling over the fact they insisted you stayed to be checked over by the EMTs, “Kid’s got balls on her, I’ll give her that,” 

[pynkhues]

Idk if uve discussed this before, im new haha but I really enjoy your readings of the show and I’m curious, would u call louis a femme? Idk i think it’s a widely accepted canon in the fandom and i constantly see it spread all over twitter with no argument whatsoever and im over here like i.. i dont see it?? Idk!

Hey! Welcome, anon! And thank you for your kind words! You’re very sweet!

I think I’ve probably discussed it in fragments before, but not outright said it, but no, I wouldn’t call Louis a femme. It’s certainly a largely accepted fanon in a vocal part of the fandom, particularly on Twitter and ao3, and yeah - - I mean. I’m really glad people are having fun with it! I do also sometimes feel they’re watching a different show to me though, because it’s honestly not something I see at all. I don’t know if their arguments are necessarily organized in the one place (although I could be very wrong in terms of that!) but I might use this as an opportunity to collate my thoughts and the previous posts I’ve made addressing the arguments around this particular topic. SO! Okay! Let’s break it down and dive in:

Louis is femme because he’s a Gothic Heroine

I just don’t agree with this argument, I’m sorry. I’m not going to get into the weeds of this one, just because I feel like I’ve done so already, but I don’t personally read Louis as a gothic heroine at all. In fact, I see him as a very archetypical Byronic Hero, which I talked about in this post, and in others in my Byronic Hero tag.

Louis is femme because he is a Battered Housewife / relying on a Sugar Daddy

This point often gets tied up into the gothic heroine one, and it’s one that always kind of surprises me a little bit. Even putting aside the fact that it’s an ugly, misogynistic trope in general, Louis’ relationship to being a quote-unquote ‘housewife’ is one that – to me – is symbolic of his feelings of emasculation in the Rue Royale household not as a result of Lestat alone, but as a result of the white power structures in New Orleans that would disempower and disenfranchise him. He doesn’t like it, it doesn’t make him ‘femme’, in fact, my interpretation is the opposite – it emasculates him as a Black Man, and he feels that in every part of his life to the point that both his daughter and sister weaponize it against him, and I personally think it’s a factor in his periodic impotence in his marriage. Respectively, Claudia calls him the housewife, and Grace calls Lestat his white daddy – these aren’t compliments, these are callous insults from both of them designed to bruise his pride and force him into action. The fact that neither of them work to move him the way they want doesn’t mean Louis identifies with them, rather it means he’s – at the time – committed to Lestat for better and worse, but their words compound in a way that fuels his resentment of Lestat as both an adulterous husband and a symbol of everything wrong with his life.

Further to that – and I say it in the Byronic Hero/Gothic Heroine post that I link to above  – but a vital part of power dynamic tropes in gothic literature is that women lose power through marriage, they don’t gain it, and Louis does, in fact, gain it. Lestat’s a ticket to social advancement for Louis because as much as Louis (rightfully! It’s extremely racist!) hates being forced into a servitude role publicly at the theatre or in lease agreements, it’s Lestat’s whiteness that allows Louis into more conversations politically, and eventually allows him to buy the Fair Play Saloon and turn it into The Azaelia. It’s a limited power, of course, as a result of his race and the era, but the show actually explicitly lays out certain things for us like the fact that Louis pays Lestat back in full, and pointedly, that Louis never felt that he had to pay Lestat back at all:

The last line of which is Louis greeting Lestat not as a sugar baby or a housewife walking out to his sugar daddy or husband, but as a business man to his husband.

In fact, the interesting exchange of power in that sequence actually leans to the reverse as Lestat ends up playing host to a new client while Louis lords over an empire.

(You can't see it exactly in these subtitles, but it's Louis who says 'you about five years late', and Lestat honeytrapping with taking the man away).

It's a dynamic that repeats with the musician who tries to leave that Lestat coerces into staying - Louis' king of the castle, and Lestat, the show implies, I feel, plays the placating partner smooting over the edges.

But isn’t Lestat a symbol of patriarchal power in the Rue Royale Household?

I’ve had a couple of asks about this and have a long reply in my drafts that I’ll try and post this weekend, but yes and no? I think in Rue Royale, Lestat’s definitely a symbol of patriarchal power to Claudia, and I think Louis sometimes feels him that way too, but I don’t think it’s actually true for Louis in the way that it is for Claudia. Gender isn’t what divides Louis and Lestat, it’s race, and every time Louis has the chance to exert patriarchal power against anyone outside that house or inside it, he uses it – from coercing Lestat into Claudia's rebirth to physically assaulting Claudia over Lestat’s murder, to even trying to influence her diet and guilting her into staying, to throwing Lestat out of his own house and then fucking him in his lover’s bed (which, obviously, are after Lestat's singular act of violence), to being literally a pimp, strongarming his sister and his mother, to giving less than 0 fucks about Lily’s murder and the attempted anal-rape of Bricktop - - just.

Yeah. There are two patriarchs in the Rue Royale household, and both their names begin with L.

Eldest daughter syndrome

Sometimes men are also eldest siblings who feel the burden of responsibility?

Even beyond that though, I think Louis’ response to Grace is particularly paternalistic, a pattern he’d repeat with Claudia, which I talk about here. I do think Louis has a lot of responsibility and weight on his shoulders as an eldest child, absolutely, and I actually think there’s a lot to talk about in terms of his complex position as brother-father to Paul and Grace in s1 (and I empathise with him intensely in this regard as someone who’s been a sibling’s guardian), but like. That’s not a feminine trait, nor is it one that makes him an eldest daughter. I’m not one, and he’s not one either. Sibling dynamics aren’t cut and paste.

But Louis buys and reads Madame Bovary and obviously relates to Emma

I mean, he doesn’t buy it – the show literally, explicitly makes the point of telling us that it’s Lestat’s copy of the book that he’s reading, which honestly makes sense to me. I talked about it here (where I include the caps of it being Lestat's book too), but Emma as a character cheats because she finds monogamy boring, provincial life even more so and dislikes her daughter, while married to a successful man in a regional town. Louis’ not the Emma in that equation, Lestat is, given he's fucking Antoinette – allegedly because he wants variety – escaped the Auvergne in Paris, and can’t cope with parenthood and/or Claudia.

Interestingly too, Louis’ focus in that scene is on the 'denseness' of the prose and 'the absence of metaphor' not the content, as he ignores Lestat having a meltdown directly opposite him. My interpretation of that scene is that the writing is pointing out exactly how disconnected they are from each other, and that Louis can read a story that parallels a lot of Lestat’s experience, and fail to relate it to, or empathise with Lestat at all, even as Lestat indulges Louis’ depression and hoarding, which ! I love Louis, but Lestat does in that sequence (not that that justifies anything that Lestat does, of course).  

Isn’t Louis compared to Juliet and Mélisande?

Mmm, yes and no? Armand does put him in the Juliet role, which Louis riffs with Dreamstat about, but I tend to interpret that more to be about the involvement of the balcony than I do about their roles as Romeo and Juliet – because, y’know. Not everything’s actually about gender, particularly with same sex couples of that era who had limited reference points generally, and certainly limited mainstream ones.  

And Melisande - - not at all, actually? I do have to say that I’m a little bit baffled by this particular argument given we have the lyrics to Come to Me and Lestat puts himself in the feminine role of Mélisande (and I actually do think you can mount the argument that he's done that because he’s intending for Antoinette to sing it, which I thought for a long time before hearing Long Face tbh, and now I actually do think it’s deliberately playing into Louis’ sense of masculinity), and he does cast Louis in the masculine role of Pelléas. The chorus literally goes:

Ruin each other Like star-crossed lovers Your Pelléas, my Mélisande Oh, come to me Come to me

So, yeah. Again, that argument just doesn't quite land for me.

Wasn’t he jealous of Grace’s pregnancy though?

Was he? That wasn’t my interpretation, but I’d actually genuinely be interested to hear a case for it, because I feel that’s kind of tasty on a narrative level, haha. My interpretation of that entire sequence though kind of feeds back into that eldest sibling thing again where he a) resented Grace building something of her own before he could, and b) was terrified of the idea that her having her own family would mean that she’d pull way from him which she, of course, did.

I tend to see Louis’ desire to have Claudia as a fairly impulsive one, and I actually see (in the show’verse) his desire to have Lestat be the one to turn her as a part of him further interlocking him and Lestat together, particularly after he's effectively just broken up with Lestat. It's messy! But yeah, I mean, I think 2.07 laid out pretty cleanly that Louis' choice to turn Claudia was inherently a selfish one, and I personally don't see it as one borne out of jealousy so much as needing an anchor. 

Anne bases Louis on herself

She also bases Lestat on herself and/or everything she wants to be, and also washes her hands of Louis as a character for books at a time, and like - - I’m sorry, this is not the tone I usually take, but like - - lowkey, who cares? Everyone in this fandom loves death of the author until Anne says one thing they can use to justify their headcanons, and I just don’t really get it. Why are you trying to interpret a vampire novel as a memoir? Obviously it’s not factual? Anne’s not a man, she’s not drinking blood, she’s not romantically entangled with her dead daughter, like I do understand that it can feel noodly sometimes with authors and characters, but as someone who works with a lot of writers, I can promise you they’re dipping in and out of characters like crazy, haha.

It doesn’t mean a character’s them, and it certainly doesn’t mean you’re interacting with Anne when you're interacting with Louis, which I suspect a lot of people don’t want anyway? I don't know, personally I view this one as a bit of a non-starter.

Louis’ pretty though

Yeah, he is! He’s your Helen of Troy! He’s beautiful! He’d look amazing in tights and heels! That doesn’t mean he’s canonically femme though.

[rowretro]

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

WARNINGS: Hardcore Drug usage, underage drinking/smoking, abuse

✧taglist✧: (Idk if there is anyone who asked, but Im starting to confuse every taglist on each series)

✧CHAPTER 4✧

“Are you seriously high this early in the morning? The first lesson hasn’t even started yet fucksake y/n… Riki can’t race tonight because of your junkie ass.” Heeseung complained as the girl rolled her eyes. “Im sober when i'm high or drunk broski, not my fault he’s weak” y/n added as Heeseung facepalmed. The male had walked in on his high sister, snuggled up with a high Riki who had a race scheduled for this very day, beside them a broken, burnt out guitar that had homework stuffed in. She’s one hell of a bad influence on him.

The male wasn’t racing due to his recent high, he couldn’t take the risk of going on the track, speeding and seeing stars before he even got to the juicy part of his young age. He was too young to die. He hated it. God he’d never even look in the direction of coke ever again… So he called her up to smoke some weed after school. “Why did he even do that shit he’s never even done it before…” Heeseung mumbled as y/n frowned, turning to him “That was his first time?” the girl asked, now feeling bad for even agreeing to do coke with him.

“Yeah, guess he wanted to try and since you're a junkie who knows literally every dealer to even breath in South Korea” Hee added as the girl rolled her eyes “he does weed though right?” She asked as Hee frowned “Yeah, anyone could get weed if you think about it, anyways point is, let him influence you, stop influencing him, if you deal any hardcore drugs with anyone, dad will happily give you his position as a drug lord.” Hee pointed out as the girl turned to him, glaring holes into his head, the poor girl failed to notice the obviously closed door before her as she walked into it, hitting her head pretty hard.

“AHH FUCKING FICKLE HEAD- ” She groaned as she sat on the floor "every goddamn time" Hee snickered. Heeseung sat beside her, the two sitting on the freshly mopped school grounds, by the tall lockers. They had arrived early to school since Heeseung was dropping her off. "You know... Riki used to race illegally... and well some one who had connections to a more legal company saw him and his skills which is how he's so famous now." Heeseung pointed out as he turned to her.

y/n sighed as she took a sip of some cold, refreshing gin out of her flask, as she turned to Heeseung "It's not going to happen Heeseung... racing is just a princess dream." Y/n simply said as Heeseung sighed. If it was anyone other than Heeseung Jungwon or Sunoo who dare to even bring up racing with her, that person oughta go home with a rearranged face. It seems Riki was lucky.

It's funny how something someone loves so dearly and always dreamed of having some day, could turn into something they dread so much, they don't want to even hear anything of it. To y/n racing was her first love, her bittersweet lover who left her with a fresh wound that can never be treated. Maybe she stuff a human in that car shaped hole in her heart.

Heeseung patted her head as he got up "The offers always up if you're down to make your dreams come true." Heeseung said as the girl scoffed "I don't have dreams... dreams are for losers" she remarked. "Well, I know a little 7 year old who always annoys me with her dream plans to be a racer in her flaming pink race car with a nice disco ball inside... I'm sure you wouldn't mind making her dreams come true" Heeseung added with a smile, seeing that she didn't spit any snarky comebacks at him.

"Even if she's being a stubborn, annoying and showing me a little attitude, she's still my baby sister... I'd hate for her dreams to disappear like that" Heeseung simply said before leaving the girl with her own thoughts. It's true, her whole childhood, she always wanted to be a racer. She never actually watched any racing programmes, just the fast and furious movies, her favourite being 2 fast 2 furious. Perhaps why the specific pink colour of car

✧𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓✧

[octaviasdread]

I hereby conduct this tortured poets society album meeting in all of its mania and sorrowful blues as I move from unhinged impressions to unhinged first-listen analysis because I am incapable of saying less.

(and to all the Aimees i’m so sorry but that’s on Kim)

This Anthology is taking me so long to process, but nothing feels like the first jarring moments of I Can Do It With a Broken Heart - the cacophony and flashes of a birthday breakdown bopping to 80s arcade game synth. It's crumbled cake and mascara streaks when Bejewelled is actually a delusional Mirrorball,

and The Secret Garden reference in I Hate It Here, oh god, she’s so me:

I hate it here so I will go to / secret gardens in my mind / people need a key to get to / the only one is mine / i read about it in a book when I was a precocious child

I need to come back to that. But the whirlwind of Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? Plans cancelled. IM THE ONE barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine, actually. It's me chained-up in that poor things victorian mourning dress shrieking elegies in my tortured nightingale screams.

She's Grammys Taylor looking at the crowd of her peers rolling their eyes, she's the litany of snide jokes diminishing her success, and the children, sisters, friends, and girlfriends of those who wronged her loudly singing her songs.

so i leap from the gallows and i levitate down your street / crash the party like a record scratch as I scream / who’s afraid of little old me

i was tame i was gentle til the circus made me mean / don’t you worry folks we took out all her teeth

ohhh, the throwback to Speak Now and the significance of MEAN. The song and its titular word show how childish language encapsulates that pointless spite and the bone deep hurt mean behaviour breeds - but now she’s a phoenix risen, and they hurl her youth and her downfall back in her face - word for word, surprised face - its the dark side the The Lucky One, of not escaping the cage of fame games.

you lured me and you hurt me and you taught me / you caged me and then you called me crazy

i wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me / you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me / so all you kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs / i’m always drunk on my own tears isn’t that what they all said?

PUT NARCOTICS IN MY SONG took me out. This album is funny in the most sardonic and absurdly humorous ways,

like the classic cowboy western guitar strings in her crime songs (I Can Fix Him, No Really I Can - pistols drawn), but especially the ones leading into Fresh Out The Slammer. Fucking genius, and to follow on with static sounds at 2:26ish to the house where you still wait up, is exactly the kinda detail I adore.

Naively, I thought Florence was done with me after Florida!!! It's a lyrical meme for single 20 & 30 somethings who moved away from home,

my friends all smell of like weed or little babies / and the city reeks of driving myself crazy / little did you know your home’s really only / a town you’re just a guest in

and the haunting morphs from the ghost of your girlhood into the catalogue of decisions and delusions which get you through adulthood. Yet it feels almost like an interlude within the song when

me and my ghosts we’ve had a hell of a time / yes i’m haunted but i’m feeling fine / all my girls got their lace and their crimes / and your cheating husband disappeared/ well no one asks questions here

appears like an alternative pov for No Body, No Crime with the girls and their ghosts and their pacts made over wine. Every Action has an Equal Reaction. Run away to Florida, or Texas, and lose yourself to lose the heartbreak. Its self-destruction, it's trauma-healing, bonding, and its breaking.

(what a song for an angsty girl collab, problematic girl in hand with problematic girl, lyrically and thematically, maybe the real love story is the friends we make along the way.)

And that wasn't even the last of it. It's Florence 2.0 with B side Cassandra, but instead of Dance Fever, its Taylor’s glorious mythology with all the allusions, parallels, intertextual and lyrical ruining of my mind:

when the first stone’s thrown they’re screaming / when its burn the bitch they’re shrieking / when the truth comes out its quiet

so they killed cassandra first cus she feared the worst / and tried to tell the town / so they filled my cell with snakes i regret to say / do you believe me now?

No apologies anymore. A girl given the gift of prophecy by Apollo, the GOD OF POETRY, is cursed with her prophecy never being believed: Burning all the witches even if you aren't one, indeed. She saw the truth of the Trojan horse, and the Trojans insulted her. Rep snake branding and the current cultural view of KK and Ye. I don't need to say anything else.

i was in the tower weaving nightmares / twisting all my smiles into snarls

the family the pure greed the christian chrous line / bloods thick but nothing like a payroll / bet they never spared a prayer for my soul

I literally played that THREE times before I got over it enough to finish my first listen,

and i’m still thinking about Clara Bow and that Stevie Nicks tambourine we collectively freaked over from the Spotify installation, and all the silent movie speculation from the track title release.

you look like Clara Bow in this light - you look like Stevie Nicks in '75 - you look like Taylor Swift

Three women whose public profession became entangled with their pain. Silver Springs. Boyfriend songs. The jokes. Clara Bow.

Clara feared being left behind by 'talkies.' Miss Americana. The fear of 30 bringing death to a woman's Hollywood/Musical career,

beauty is a beast that roars down on all fours demanding more / only when your girlish glow flickers just so / do they let you know?

Three women who beat the odds - three women whose talent, craft, and popularity carried them through.

But there's something more to unpack here with cycles and patterns - of the past endlessly repeating. It's the transient nature of fame and our fleeting view of beauty mapped out in the untouchable, ever-changing, and culturally worshiped moon.

It's a body of physical craters, a natural body we call discovered, and fight to claim. We project emotions and create rituals of worship - you're the new god we're worshipping. Endless stories are told about her, but we can never fully see the moon with human eyes. Eclipses, shadows, - 'half moonshinе, a full eclipse' - half-truths and half-moons:

this town is fake but you're the real thing / breath of fresh air through smoke rings / take the glory, give everything / promise to be dazzling

There's a play on light and a play on words in the repetition of Dazzling, shining so bright so blindingly bright. Who is dazzled? Who is doing the dazzling? There's an instability between Director - Public - Star. It's Hollywood lights, No one in my small town thought I'd see the lights of Manhattan / No one in my small town thought I'd meet these suits in LA.

She beat the 'War Big Machine' - but for me, there's ambivalence and illusion on all sides of the final lyrics, you've got edge, she never did / the future's bright, dazzling.

(and ‘Edge’ is particularly ironic when you consider the songs on this album…)

Moving again into the B Side, it's Taylor's departure from Invisible string, red strings of fate, and golden threads à la the golden chain of fate in Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities that strikes me.

First, I thought her writing was a complete departure from the themes of destiny and fate, but then, The Prophecy:

cards on thе table / Mine play out like fools in a fablе

it isn't an absent symbol; it transformed. It's the evermore forest amped to the max. Witches, folklore, fairy-tale and fable - a homeric epic. Its the hero's journey distilled as she opens the song with a move from 'full throttle' adventure, to slowing down 'Hand on the Throttle' to appeal for Supernatural aid at the hero's transformative fall.

and it was written / I got cursed like eve got bitten / a greater woman wouldn't beg / but I looked at the sky and said / please I've been on my knees / change the prophecy

Lover asking Traffic Lights becomes spending my last coin so someone will tell me, and this might be the most slept-on heartbreaking line. Her search for reassurance can't be framed as an arbitrary musing anymore. It can't be dismissed as a mere thought on her drive home, or something triggered throughout the day - its intent. It's a quest for answers, a plea, a last-ditch hope difficult to deny.

and I sound like an infant / feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen/ a greater woman stays cool/ but I howl like a wolf at the moon / and I look unstable /

gathered with a coven 'round a sorceress' table / a greater woman has faith But even statues crumble if they're made to wait / i'm so afraid I sealed my fate / no sign of soulmates

She's asking for a gift from the Gods, and when the God's won't answer, she plunges straight down from heaven or Olympus into the self seizure of power in witchcraft. And when it fails, she descends further - Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay - paying mortal fortune tellers, even if they lie.

The song leans on figures without redemption, on the Eve's, on the women cursed and punished, and those who scream like infants rather than enduring burdens and pain in silence. She's poisoned, infected like Aurora from the wound of the pricked hand with dreams of him. Is this a punishment?

She's infected, cursed like Eve got bitten, [lyric of all time!!!!] but does a monster always do monstrous things? Who is the monster? Who is the folkloric, the literary Mad Woman? Perhaps she's written from the desperate, the scarred, and the wronged.

and the transition into another tale with Peter? As in Peter losing Wendy? Is it an epilogue to the Betty trilogy? or a different use of the metaphor?

and I didn't wanna hang around / we said it was just goodbye for now /said you were gonna grow up / then you were gonna come find me / words from the mouths of babes / promises oceans deep / but never to keep

The triangle is echoed in love's never lost when perspective is earned, reflecting the different povs of Betty, August, and James, and placing Peter as the new conclusion - the shelf life of those fantasies has expired / lost to the lost boys chapter of your life/ the woman who sits by the window/ has turned out the (porch?) light.

Promises wear out. Wendy's window closes, and so does this chapter in her life.

my lost fearless leader / in closets like cedar / preserved from when we were just kids / is it something I did? / the goddess of timing / once found us beguiling

is also - intentionally or not - Narnia coded. Is the storybook collecting dust in her closet? Or is the closet still holding a portal to another fairytale land accessible only in youth, another home you can't return to (and another folklore parallel with mtr, anywhere I want just not home).

Side B is so harmonious with ttpd being the end of a chapter as the anthology moves through all the seven stages (or Taylor playlists) of grief.

The Manuscript, the signing of the autopsy, is the Death of the Author. It's the Roland Barthes realisation of All Too Well reborn in joy and fan culture, the story isn't mine anymore, of the Eras - 'I hope you hear these songs and think of this night' - Tour. She knew what the agony had been for - art. connection. - and its these things that create the hope lost in ttpd's journey through mania, disorientation, loss and despair. It all leads to healing, nothing left but a manuscript.

So many thoughts from listen no.1 and they’ll probably change, but i’m so exhausted from this 31 song rollercoaster that I'm just gonna let this sit. death of the author, I guess.

[lynkurosawa]

Twisted Wonderland and Akagami no Shirayuki hime crossover AU part 1!

So i was thinking what if Yuu or Fuyumi is Shirayuki twin sister and she suddenly transported by a black carrige to night raven collage infront of her sister, Zen, Mitsuhide, Kiki and Obi? Her sister married with the second prince so when she got missing all hell would broke loose, Mitsuhide in panic, Kiki is mad, Obi going to kill someone. Izana plotting things with Zen. They fond of Yuu as little sister they never had afterall.

When she come to the school and knowing she cant come back she say "Oh no Izana nii and Zen would wrack havoc right now. Wait how about my work?!! Oh no my babies!! The plant would die without me!! What about nee san?!! She would be stressed she's pregnant with little prince or princess right now!! Obi, Kiki, and Mitsuhide would be so mad!! Im so done!! " Yep she's more concerned with her medical plant and how the other's would wrack havoc to search her as she is an important pharmacist in the kingdom with her sister before she got married.

When Fuyumi explain she's younger sister of a princess consort everyone in uproar. Crowley sweating bullets knowing she's an important figure. If something happend to her his head could fly!!

She ask Crowley to at least search a way to made her can communicate with her sister and brother's in law ASAP, if not Izana could start a war to neighboring kingdom just to search for her with Zen in their over protective brother mode and he agree with it even ask Lilia to ask Maleus if he maybe know something.

Knowing this is not a laughing matter Lilia agree and in the mean time Fuyumi need to stay at Pamofiore while Ramshackle being renovated and Vil agree with it. Afterall if she have magic Vil know the girl would be shorted to Pomefiore as she an axellent pharmacist.

She end up become Divus asistant with grim being her familiar.

Part 1 of how everyone view her

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosenheart

Riddle think she is smart. He fist meet her in the morning picking a weed at the side road that aparantly could be used as remedy for fever. She say it was the perfect time to pick because the effect would be more potent. He don't know that and make sure to remember it.

Fuyumi don't like to see Riddle being too strict and ask him why he become like that. When she hear what Riddle mother do to him Fuyumi was so mad. Fuyumi tell him that what his mother did is wrong and made his grow disturbed. She literaly claim him as little brother and invite him to come with her if he want when Crowley found a way for her to comeback to her kingdom.

He is surprised but happily accept it. Fuyumi eventually decide to stay until Riddle is done with his school years, and Riddle become calmer with her around. He start to call her nee san made her occasionally give him a big hug.

He wasn't happy when he know his nee san actualy run away from her birth place Tanbarun because an idiotic prince want her and her sister as concubine. He is so going to give him a beating if he meet him.

When Fuyumi found a way to contact her family they also agree to adopt Riddle. Izana and zen teach him Clarines law.

When Riddle overblot her patience is gone, she give a piece of her mind to his mother and tell her Riddle already agree to be adopted by her. This shock her she scream at her but she calmly say that he already 17 and he could pick what he want "You say your rules is the right but you can't even see he hasn't growing right physically and mentaly. You are lucky this is not my kingdom or you would be in jail right now for child neglect." This stunned her and her husband give his signature to agree with the adoption because he actualy love Riddle and want him to find his happiness.

Tray Clover

Tray think she is strong, she don't cower at Riddle and give him a piece of her mind without screaming or insult him. She calming him and ask him what wrong first before give him other option. She teach him to become better leader instead force him with her belive. She never say Riddle is wrong, but he tell him his magic should be the last resort to punish someone.

She teach Tray how to cook things with herb not just made it more delicious but also tell him the effect he could get from each herb.

She scold him as he coddle Riddle too much because as a leader he need to know when he was in the wrong. Izana even never coddle Zen and he is a real prince!! Tray could only accept it while sitting in seiza for an hour.

He was sad to know his friend would come with her when she can comeback to her kingdom but happy as he would be free from his mother.

Carter Diamond

Carter think she's cool, there is no one who could stop Riddle when he is too strict than her and he literaly think she is Riddle sister the first time he saw her red hair but she apparantly not. They don't have any blood relation with each other but she did think of Riddle as little brother.

He is exasperated knowing a phone still not found yet in her world and they still use a bird to communicate with others, can't imagine how bored she could be without one but apparantly she isn't and obsessed over medical plant instead.

With her obsession with medical plant and her beauty Carter think if she have magic she would be accepted in Pomefiore easily.

He teach her how to use a phone when Vil give one to her.

Deuce spade

He think she is so calm, the first time he meet her Ace insult her as she don't know about the seven statue on the hall, he is trying to stop him as he dont like ace to hurt other people feelings. But instead being mad she don't give him any reaction. Grim was the one who is mad and she stop him in time before he could burn the statue.

She just say she would mark ace as 'troublesome' student and tell Crawell to give extra attention to Ace behaviour. When Crowley come she tell him what Ace did and he punish him and Grim to clean the window as he not just insult a staff member but also someone who have relation with royal family from another world.

This shock them ofcourse but the more shocking was she could calm the house swarden when he hear the news and made Ace got more lenient punishment (cleaning the flamingo cage for a week without magic). She aparantly claim him as little brother and they are become really over protective with each other.

Her knowledge of herbs also facinating, Crawel class always more fun when she's around.

Deuce tell her his past and she just smile and say she' proud that he could change.

She think everyone younger than her is her cute little brother and apparantly Riddle and Deuce is in her favorite list.

Ace Trappola

Ace don't like her as he can't make fun of her, and because she's the staff and have relation with royal family in another world he can't do anything to her. She also mark his name as 'problem child' made the teacher give extra attention at him and made him can't run away from his punishment.

When he found out she have brother sister bond with Riddle he is freaking out and when Riddle hear about what happend he also mark Ace, he say "You, insult my nee san again it would be off with your head!!" Yup Riddle had sister complex over her.

In the end he never dare to make fun of her again but he still thankful that she made Riddle become more lenient with his punishment, he already hear some horor story from the others. Can't use magic the same thing as choping your head as a mage afterall.

She think of Ace as mischievous annoying little brother.

[beeandheroddobsessions]

You Stop My Heart (pt.1)

Pairing: Elvis x Black! Reader

Summary: Y/N L/N age 19, manages to make her way onto the louisiana hayride. Elvis Isn’t the only one who can cause a visceral reaction in the crowd. When he sees her, his heart stops.

Warnings: In future chapters, there will be heavy talk of race issues. Anxiety? 50s!Elvis (yes, i do consider that a warning). Nothing really in this chapeter.

A/N: Y’all don’t even know how im about to drag you through the weeds with this series! Happy reading!

Part 2

November 6, 1954

Nervous isn't the right word to describe how you're feeling right now; your heart is in your ass. It all started as a silly joke between you and your friend Mackenzie, who you dubbed 'Sister Mack' or sometimes just 'Mack.' Sister Mack and her family were the only white people that gave you the time of day.

You had been singing since you could form words. Everyone in the neighborhood was sure to let you know you had the loveliest voice around, and your mama had always been so supportive. She'd encourage you to sing to your heart's content. That's how you met Mack, around fifteen or so. She said she'd never heard someone sound so good.

Mack played the guitar and would often join you whenever you sang, adding an alluring melody to your vocals.

When she introduced you to her family, they were more accepting than you would've thought. 'Ma and pop' treated you like one of their own and supported you just as much as your folks.

Her brother, Greg, a tall, twenty-two-year-old, rambunctious man with fluffy brown hair and striking green eyes, had a love for percussion that you couldn't even begin to understand. He had no rhythm; half the time, he was just making noise on that drumset. Bless him. Eventually, you taught him how to play in time. That's when he joined you and Mack.

Valerie and Angel were Mack's older sisters. A sweet set of twins who absolutely adored you. They were great at harmonizing and loved the style of music you introduced them to. Over the next four years, the five of you managed to make it onto a local radio station. You wanted a heftier challenge though.

So here you all sit, about to shit yourselves. What you were about to do hasn't been done before. A black woman, or any black person for that matter, in a place like this? Unheard of. The strings your and Mack's family had to pull to get your name on the list were the only reason you hadn't hightailed it out of there.

Would you be throttled off the stage? Arrested? You didn't have a clue, but this was your only chance to advance in this business. All the money (and begging) spent to get to this point wouldn't go to waste.

"You guys ready?" Mack asks, "Sister Mack, I-I feel like I'm gon' drop. I-Is it hot in here? I'm burnin' up." You stammer out. She lets out a nervous chuckle, "It's just nerves, Y/N. We're gon' do fine." You nod your head in an attempt to convince yourself that she's right. You had gained a spot on the Louisiana Hayride, now was not the time to get cold feet.

Before your act, there was another. Some white boy in a suit that looked about two times too large; he wore eyeliner, and his hair had been slicked to perfection, save for the few strands that fell in his face. The thin layer of sweat that adorned his browbone and his heavy breathing let you know that he, too, was scared shitless.

The host introduced him as Elvis Presley. This 'Presley' boy expressed gratitude for being here with a painful stutter and a wavering voice. A few snide remarks are made, followed by chuckles here and there. You look away, disinterested, thinking he would be another country singer. You couldn't be more wrong. He starts playing; the song begins slow, his voice low and bouncy. "Oh baby, baby, baby..." You're uninterested again, just like that. But then the tempo shifts to something more upbeat.

You sit up a bit, brows raising and eyes widening as he bellows out, "Well... you may go to college, you may go to school, you may have a pink Cadillac, but don't you be nobody's fool." You don't even hear the rest; all you see is a man wiggling his hips in a way that sets a warm feeling deep in your belly. It feels wrong. Traditionally, people stay seated at these shows, not while he's up there. Women left and right pop up out of their seats, shamelessly forgetting about their boyfriends. Screams start as one and become many, soon filling the room.

His movements are nothing new to you, but his charisma sure is. You look on in amazement. The man in front of you makes your heart flutter, and as you look a little closer, you realize he's just so pretty. You wonder if he'd think the same of you. "Fat chance," You mumble out. Greg, somehow, hears you, "What do ya mean, Y/N?"

You don't want him to know you've been ogling too, "uh...how are we s'posed to top that? It's just a fat chance, is all." Val speaks up, "It ain't a competition, Y/N. Show a lil' gumption, and all eyes will be on you."

You shake your head with a smile, "I don't think gumption will save me this time, Val." Mack chimes in, "worked for that white boy, didn't it?" This makes you laugh, "fair enough, Mack, fair enough." Soon, Elvis finishes his set; he and his crew exit the stage. As they make their way back, he glances at you, eyes widening just a hair.

You don't even notice, too focused on battling your nerves. The host speaks up again, "Woo! Quite a show, huh, ladies? Alright, Well...next, we've got Y/N L/N and the Sound Of The South!"

The first to walk on is Greg, then sister Mack, then Val and Angel. Lastly, you grace the stage. It gets so quiet you could hear a pin drop. As you look out over the crowd, you see a mix of confusion, interest, and disgust. You don't let it phase you. You step up to the mic and take a deep breath.

Alright, here we go.

Taglist: @dumpsterhippie @tacozebra051 @prayerstopresley @pennyroyalcreep @18lkpeters @misspresley @waiting4brucewayne2adoptme @dkayfixates @powerofelvis @presleyenterprise

[angellurgy2]

Do you have any current wips, along with Pull The Trigger?

yeah! fuck it actually i'll list em

The Colour of Luck is my graphic novel project im working on with my sister, i only got the first chapter and a lot of worldbuilding done rn tho. its a butch/femme t4t story in a cyberpunk world where two tgirls who r lonely in the most opposite ways finding happiness w each other n then building something from that. n its like a travelling story since one s the last human cargo truck driver and the others a hitchhiker

then we got No Escape which is an obsessed loving kidnapping story. i might just rewrite it into the next trigger story tho

then theres a wip about a succubus using weed as an aphrodisiac on a virgin tgirl

nnn one about a witch with rewind powers using it to snuff and torture this one girl over and over and over :3

oh and a short story from a journals perspective as a girl describes th effects of angel hrt

idrk what to write next tho so im kinda just waiting into a good feeling or idea sends me at smth

[ultimate-diagnostician-haven]

OC Intro Post!

Dr. Haven Mae Ross House

Birthday July 23, 1985, 27 years old

5 foot 7 inches

Light icy blue eyes

Short light brown-blonde hair in a shaggy cut

Genderfluid, aroace, all pronouns (but uses whatever pronouns go with the bit the best)

Creole, their grandfather was biracial (Black and white) and their grandmother was Native American (Chitimacha)

Her right leg is amputated above the knee, she either uses prosthetic legs or forearm crutches to get around

Newest member of the PPTH diagnostics team, filled the open position on the team after House faked his death (after s8)

Backstory

Haven's mother was a prostitute that House slept with when he was on a trip to New Orleans in his 20s. Haven's mother never expected to have a child, and Haven was raised more by his extended family than he was by his mother. Whenever their mother was trying to take care of them, her rotating door of boyfriends would be there too. Her boyfriends were often verbally, emotionally, and physically abusive towards Haven, and his mother never did anything to stop them. Luckily, Haven spent much more time with his extended family than he ever did with his mother.

He knows Korean, Mandarin, Spanish, ASL, and French. He learned all of these languages while being raised by his extended family. His mother had seven siblings, five of which had children. He has cousins that are part Korean, Chinese, and Hispanic, as well as a Deaf cousin.

Haven's natural accent is very New Orleans/Southern, but she trained herself out of the accent when she was in college due to the concern that people would take her less seriously. Occasionally, when she's mad or just drugged out of her mind, she'll slip back into that New Orleans accent.

Haven's mother and father figures were her aunt Adine Mills(her mother's sister) and her uncle Martin Mills. When they were eight, Martin became ill and was rushed to the hospital. After a few days at the hospital, Martin died of heart issue that none of his doctors had been able to find. After this, Haven swore to themself that they would become the best diagnostician there ever was so people like her Uncle Martin didn't have to die.

Haven was always an extremely intelligent child. She showed signs of this as young as three years old, and started high school at 11. After she finished high school, she was legally emancipated to allow her more easily attend college. She started college with a full-ride scholarship at 15, finishing her biology undergraduate degree in just two years. She also had a full ride scholarship for med school, graduated at 21, and began her specialization training for Internal Medicine.

Haven first met my other OC, Francesca, at college. They were roommates for about a year before Francesca married Marcus and moved out. Haven and Francesca stayed close friends after college, calling each other on a near-daily basis and living together whenever Francesca was in-between marriages.

Just after Haven completed her IM specialization at 23, they went out with some of her friends to celebrate, including Francesca's husband Marcus. Haven was chosen as the designated driver. On the way back from the bar, the car was struck by a drunk driver in a semi-truck. Haven was the only one in the car to survive. The damage done to their leg forced the OR to amputate the leg, and they also suffered burns on a significant portion of their other leg.

Haven suffers from moderate to severe chronic phantom limb pain (PLP), which for him feels like his leg is still being crushed and burned by the car crash. After trying a variety of pain meds, he discovered that opioids were the only thing that could really take away the pain. Haven currently takes oxycodone for his PLP. He also has a marijuana medical license, and occasionally smokes weed when he has trouble falling asleep or the pain meds aren't doing enough to take off the edge.

Often times, wearing their prosthetic leg makes their PLP worse, so Haven uses forearm crutches much more often than their prosthetic leg.

Haven discovered that House was her father at a medical conference that Haven attended at 25. Haven was presenting, giving a speech about how they were the youngest person to ever head a diagnostics department, and had to leave partway through the speech due to a bad flare-up of PLP. House and Wilson followed them up to the roof, where House was fully intending to just verbally fight her. A conversation later, House had managed to steal some of her hair, DNA tested it, and found out that she was his daughter. House didn't want to tell her, but Wilson went behind his back to call Haven and let her know.

Haven had only small amounts of contact with House in the years leading up to his death. Whenever they called, they ended up fighting about chronic pain or religion or diagnostics or whatever stupid thing had pissed either one of them off that time. Haven also hated the bits of their father that they saw in themselves. Haven very reluctantly visited House once when he was in prison to get help on a diagnostics case that was stumping even them. House managed to solve the case in a few minutes, and the two actually ended up having a genuine, heart-to-heart conversation. Haven left actually feeling good about House being their father for the first time in two years.

Just before House faked his death, he left Haven everything that he didn't leave to Wilson. In the will, he included a clause that Haven couldn't get her part of the will unless she took the job that he had left for her in the diagnostics department at PPTH. Haven applied to the job, and was accepted into the position almost immediately following House's death.

Haven inherited Wilson's old loft apartment (House did some trickery so the apartment technically belonged to him), and moves in with Francesca shortly after accepting the PPTH job.

Pictures!

[what-if-nct]

Hello! Could you make a masterlist of your stories and reactions please? 😊❤️❤️

Oh of course I know it's hard to find through everything but I was able to find most of them.

Nct and Wayv as 2000′s fashion trends 

NCT (accidently) saying Mommy

NCT's Reaction to being called baby girl

NCT's reaction to being called a bad boy. (this one was labeled mature for some reason its not even that bad i have way worse but im not sure how you'll see it)

NCT Dream as things dates have done.

random nct voicemails

Places in the US NCT Could be from

NCT's reaction to being called a Bitch

NCT's reaction to having to wear huge hoop earrings.

NCT reactions to waking up and finding themselves stuck inside dream's dinosaur ABC music video

NCT's reaction to Johnny putting weed in the brownies.

Nct getting long acrylics

NCT's High Thoughts

NCT as New Girl Quotes

NCT  at  the mall

NCT as Lana Del Rey Lyrics

NCT members allowed to say Pussy

NCT's reaction to being covered in glitter by their partner

NCT reaction to walking in on you Twerking.

NCT serving you a beverage.

What NCT would be doing in their room

NCT as Questionable things I've done.

How NCT Would Masturbate.

NCT 127 and WayV as Things hookups/dates have done

Sharing a blunt with NCT 127 & Wayv

My sister's first impression of NCT members

NCT Members who would grab your thigh in the car.

NCT members who would ask if you know how to twerk.

NCT as things me and my best friend have done together.

NCT as random things I say and do for no real reason.

NCT As Taylor Swift Lyrics.

NCT members who would date Plus Size girls.

NCT vibes based on their energy.

How bad I want to fight NCT.

How much I'd charge to babysit NCT

NCT 127 as Tinder Messages I've received.

NCT as Texts from boys I met on tinder.

Bands I think NCT 127 would like. 

NCT 127 as EMO/SCENE kids

How Wayv would feed as Vampires.

NCT reaction to girlfriend asking if her butt got bigger

NCT reaction to Plus girlfriend saying she's too heavy p1 & p2

NCT red flags

NCT as messages I've received

NCT as good dating experiences

Where NCT would hook up.

Theres two I cant find no matter what but this is pretty much all of them I'll tag this as nct reactions and nct scenarios and ill tag accordingly in the future cause there is no order here.

Also This is my Fanfic blog if you'd like to read fanfics too:

@nctchubbygf

[theeio]

What got you into livio? Was it fic, art, another friend, or did you just see him and go: “wowza.”

HI IM BLOWING A KISS TO U CHRIS

there are…. SEVERAL factors to why i fixated on livio so here it is. ive written this elsewhere before but HERE IT IS AND HERE IT GOES:

Livio was a pivotal character in my absolute favourite episodes in Tristamp. Episodes 5-7 is one of the most breathtaking things I’ve seen in anime in a while. It’s not often you see such *strong* visual storytelling and show not tell in an anime, the BEAUTIFUL score and sound design, and seeing the tragedy of the blessing children, with the wonderfully done 2d animation, having one of the best action sequences in the season (Vash vs Livio), and how meaningful every moment was and how it aids in seeing the character’s motivations (especially Wolfwood). I could go on.

The found family between Livio and Wolfwood got to me. YES I KNOW. IM PREDICTABLE. Their moments, both in their backstory and when Wolfwood wakes him up...was so warm and tender it was unbelievable. How gentle they were as children, vs how the Eye of Michael made them to be now. Man that hurt. Also the bit in their childhood friendship montage including bonding by trying to smoke worm legs was INCREDIBLY FUNNY

And on that note. I think part of why love Livio is also because episode 7 was one of the FUNNIEST viewing experiences of anything in my LIFE. So story time I was watching this show for the first time with my older sister and mom, and when Vash was telling Wolfwood that in order to save Livio he needed to Make him remember (“There has to be something he cant forget") I joked offhandedly "lol wolfwood revives livio with weed" and then??? half a minute later THEY ACTUALLY WENT THERE?2?1?1?1?11?1?11?? WOLFWOOD ACTUALLY LEGITIMATELY REVIVED LIVIO WITH THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP AND WEED AND WE WERE LOSING OUR SHITS AND SCREAMINGGGG and then right after that Livio [REDACTED]s and then we were like

4. DVDJDBDJDJDKDJDKDFHKDDK but anyway yeah like, conceptually the episodes Livio in was RIDICULOUS but bro. I am UTTERLYYY OBSESSED with how they Made made it work???? So well??? Somehow those were the moments hit hardest emotionally for me. It was so, SO good.

5. Also Tristamp Livio relatable to me on an insanely specific level….like can’t move on from the best friend you made before you were 12 who had to leave from life circumstances, whose name also starts with “Nico” specific? Yeah me too Livio

6. And finally just. Knowing that Livio has SO MUCH MORE going for him in the source material? I haven’t read the manga yet but I’m so unbelievably excited to see more of this character, be it in Trimax or the next season of Tristamp. I love him and Razlo’s design and he intrigues me greatly from what I’ve seen and heard from manga readers. I’m vibrating at the idea of seeing him rigged up and animated in his full buff cowboy glory

OKAY IM DONE HDDJJDDJDJDK THIS GOT TOO LONG AND SILLY DHSKSHSKS have a livio scribble as a thanks🥰BYE