#marjorie snow

[exileseverafter]

GT July 2024: Overbearing

Characters are from The Exiles Ever After on AO3.

Marjorie: Human, handmaiden and bodyguard to Princess Philomene. Also a jester, but they're very far from court at the moment. Philomene: Princess Philomene Marl Thumbelina, a Flowerling (about 3 inches tall) who had to flee Thumbelina Kingdom due to a disastrous curse.

Marjorie moved through the village with a perfectly painted smile, her acting skills presenting her to all the (human) world as merely a young, wealthy woman visiting the countryside for her ailing health. She knew exactly what to say to charm a few extra apples out of a merchant and how to slip into even a small crowd in order to detract attention from herself. She could not let even a little bit of insecurity or fear slip through, in case anyone decided she might have something to hide.

Which she very much did.

“Marjorie,” a tiny voice called up from the inconspicuous pouch she wore in her dress, “do you see anything suspicious? Any unusual plants? I suppose that would be too obvious, wouldn’t it. Still, even so much as a rose that’s a little off-color?”

The young woman covered her face with her fan so no one would notice her quailing as she ducked into a small alleyway, peering down at the pouch.

“Pardon, Your Highness,” she whispered, “but please, I don’t think anyone should see us conversing! I don’t want to draw attention to you!”

“I know, I know. But this is my investigation too!” Technically, the Flowerling princess Philomene was heading it. “If you’re to be my eyes and ears I need to offer input, don’t I?” She was peering out from the entrance now, up at her human handmaiden and bodyguard.

“Yes, but…” 

Philomene was usually very cautious and aware of how perilous the human world was for Flowerlings, who could sit comfortably in a human hand, but being separated from her kingdom had understandably put her on edge. She was clearly in a hurry to get back to her research, though there was little to be done about that until they found a decent place for them both to hide.

“You could get pickpocketed. They might think I have some kind of fancy toy with me someone could sell. Worse, they might realize you’re not just a Flowerling traveling outside of a Colony-City, you’re obviously someone of importance.” 

“Ah, you’re…worried I might be kidnapped and held for ransom, Marjorie?”

“I know it sounds dramatic, but, you are a princess.” Even Marjorie knew that things just tended to happen to princesses in stories, and those were usually human-sized ones. Philomene could be kidnapped by a crow if Marjorie wasn’t careful.

The tiny princess sighed and shuffled around to a sitting position in her pouch, the layers of her flower petal-like gown falling around her. “You’re right, I am being foolhardy. I will keep a low profile. But in return, once we find a place to stay, please do remember that you don’t need to hover over me all the time. You’ll make yourself ill with the stress, and I am older,” she added with a hint of humor to her voice.

Marjorie gazed down at her royal charge, then let her shoulders sag. “I suppose if I make myself ill that’ll just be more trouble for you. Alright, do keep a low profile and I’ll find you some privacy. In fact,” she said as she spotted a fancy dollhouse in a shop window, “I think I have just the thing!”

[izzy140105]

'MARJORIE' !! WITH THEM?? OH JUST PUT ME DOWN!!

edit by @/glqggieslove on tiktok

[angelicgirlmj]

an angels guide: january media recommendations

hey angels, here are my favourite media pieces for what can feel like the rainiest, dreariest month (sorry january…). in order to cheer myself up and beat the end of winter blues here are some of my most beloved pieces of media!

books

my year of rest and relaxation, ottessa moshfegh - for those days when you also feel the desire to sleep for as long as you can.

murder on the orient express, agatha christie - i love a cozy wintery murder mystery!! especially by agatha.

before the coffee gets cold, toshikazu kawaguchi - i read this when im craving connection (and also a good cup of coffee).

small things like these, claire keegan- beautiful religious imagery, gorgeous setting full of intriguing characters. historically relevant.

poems

sonnet 97: how like a winter hath my absence been, shakespeare - i love the sonnet form and this poem encapsulates that winter feeling for me, the fertility and feminine images are so so interesting.

the snow fairy, claude mckay - may be my favourite poem that ive found this year! definitely going to check out some more of her work.

white eyes, mary oliver - nature and mary oliver go together like a cute mug and hot chocolate, total perfection!

dust of snow, robert frost - short and sweet, gives me winter chills!!

films

the holdovers - christmas film maybe, but still relevant and lovely for miserable januaries!

the lion, the witch and the wardrobe - one of my childhood favourites, this film is so cozy and comforting, just what is tvneeded.

notting hill - unrealistic and silly? 100% but it’s still so funny and cute, helps me stay optimistic and hopeful in the winter.

the shining - some days i go a little stir crazy and need some old horror to snap me out of it!

albums

diamonds & rust, joan baez - this album is so beautiful and a fairly new discovery for me, im still letting it sink in. my favourites probably blue sky!

blue, joni mitchell - my perfect winter album. listen to river. always makes me cry.

bury me at make out creek, mitski - some days you just have to sink into those winter blues. i love the last words of a shooting star.

evermore, taylor swift - an underrated taylor album! my go to from november till at least march. marjorie is hitting so hard right now and im not fully sure why!

we’ve made it this far through winter angels! we can make it a little further. stay cozy, safe and most importantly keep romanticising your days in even the little ways.

love, m.

[hichelps]

&.⠀fem names !⠀

aimee. aisha. alice. amanda. amelie. apple. arabella. audrey. aurora. barbie. betty. bloom. calypso. camille. candy. carina. caroline. cassandra. chantelle. charlotte. cherry. cindy. circe. claire. cloe. colette. coraline. daisy. daphne. darcy. diana. dorothea. eleanor. elise. emma. eve. giselle. heather. helen. honey. icy. irene. iris. isabela. ivy. jacqueline. jade. jolene. juliet. karina. karine. lacy. lola. louise. lucille. lucy. margaret. marjorie. matilda. michelle. musa. nina. noemi. odette. odile. olivia. peach. penelope. persephone. rose. roxie. sakura. sasha. scylla. snow. sophie. stella. taranee. therese. wendy. willow. yasmin. zaira.

[ilguna]

Can you do finnick odair with Marjorie by taylor swift for the piano sessions . Like finnick is grieving after reader dies in the sewers . I LOVE some good finnick angst

Ps I absolutely adore your work

☼ marjorie (Finnick Odair) ☼

warnings; swearing, death, death mention.

wc; 1.7k

notes; Piano Sessions: songfic, Marjorie by Taylor Swift.

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District Four is haunted by the ghost of you.

Finnick knew it would be hard coming back here, which is exactly why he’s been putting it off for so long. He needed more time to come to terms with the fact that you wouldn’t be by his side when he did it. It helped that he wasn’t immediately released from the Capitol directly after the rebel’s victory.

There was a set time period for the victors from the Star Squad to recover from their adventure in the sewers. Whether it be from physical, emotional or mental wounds. In Finnick’s case specifically, all three. He nearly got torn apart by the pale slimy mutts if it weren’t for you, coming in to save him. Ultimately, losing your life for him.

It’s hard for him not to blame himself. He knows that’s not what you would want, it was your choice to jump in front of him. He wishes you hadn’t. He’s sure that he would’ve found a way to get out of there, and he’d much rather you be here, than him. You deserved to live. 

The vote that Coin conducted regarding another Hunger Games with the Capitol’s children delayed his trip home further. In fact, it set off a whole domino lineup that he’s sure Katniss never thought would happen. She knew there would be consequences, of course, she just didn’t take the time to think about how severe it would be.

Finnick voted no to the idea twice. Once for him, because he would never subject them to the years of torture he had to go through, especially since they had no hand in the Games. And one more time for you, because you would never have entertained the idea. 

In the end, it didn’t matter, because the vote went through. The same evening, Katniss was to execute Snow on live television, when instead she took the life of Coin for suggesting such a tasteless idea. This was when the dominos began to fall. Her actions caused another couple weeks of trial while they assessed her wellbeing. While that happened, an emergency election took place, where Commander Paylor took charge of Panem.

When Katniss was granted permission to go home to District Twelve, so was everyone else that was in Capitol custody. For the first time in Finnick’s life, he could go anywhere, do anything. Despite the fact that it should’ve felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders, they felt heavier. When he imagined the light at the end of the tunnel, he always pictured it with you. Not by himself.

There were many people around Finnick that tried to support him. The most important of them being Johanna, who did tell him that he didn’t have to go back to Four if he didn’t want to. She wouldn’t mind it if he decided that he wanted to live with her for a little while, or even permanently.

With him being away for so long, he had to go home. He ached for it. The same way he ached for you to be in his arms, for you to kiss his face, for you to calm the rising grief in his chest for all the people you lost together.

Finnick’s never felt more alone.

He wasn’t sure what he expected when he stepped off the train a month ago, but it wasn’t the flood of memories that hit him while standing on the station. All of the times you’d gone to the Capitol together to mentor for the Hunger Games. How he held your hand every time while you carefully stepped off, because of the one time your foot slipped. His promise for it to never happen again.

It didn’t end there. It doesn’t matter where Finnick goes. It doesn’t matter how far he runs. He’s gone to the beach, and relived the picnics and the sunrises and the stargazes. The way you’d brush the sand from his skin, the minutes that never seemed to end when he had his eyes on you.

The first day he went to the market, he was met with all the sorrowed faces that frowned in his direction. Every single one of them knew how much you meant to him. If you were out of the house, usually he wasn’t too far behind, going wherever you went. If it meant he was able to spend more time with you.

It got worse when he returned to Victor’s Village, where he was met with a cemetery of houses that belonged to the victors that used to live there. With the rebellion, almost everyone had been wiped off the map by the Peacekeepers. And if not by them, then the rebels, who were afraid of the loyalists.

Besides Finnick, the only other victor that survived is Annie, but she lives with Katniss’s mother now. It was too painful of an idea for Annie to return here, she likely would’ve broken down completely. She can’t handle the memories the same way that he can.

He wishes he could say that he escapes reality in his house, that he’s able to pretend that nothing’s ever changed. And you’re still across the street, baking cookies with the door wide open. But his house is haunted, too. Finnick knew that one day he would regret inviting you to live with him at his house, when you had offered for him to move into yours.

He thought it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. Finnick never intended for the two of you to fall apart, he was going to hold you two together for the rest of your lives if you allowed him to. He never considered that an outside force would wipe you off the face of the planet forever.

He should have taken your offer, because maybe then it wouldn’t be so painful to stay here, in his own home. Maybe he wouldn’t be crying in his bed at night, clutching your pillow, begging for you to come back. For a sign that you’re still around, waiting for him.

You’re everywhere, you’re inescapable. Your favorite tableware is in his cupboards, the one that your family has been using for generations. The one that your kids were supposed to use as they grew up, and eventually take as they gave it to their own children.

Your favorite soaps are in his bathrooms, which he’s too afraid to use. He had to buy new hand soap to avoid using the one that you’d gotten. He doesn’t touch the shampoo and conditioner in the shower. He doesn’t even sniff the body wash that sits on the ledge of the tub. 

Your decorations are carefully placed throughout the house. You brought life to his kitchen, his living room, his bathrooms, his hallways, his bedroom. Pieces that he never would have thought to grab in the past, because he couldn’t see the point of having them.

Your favorite smell is embedded in the blankets on the bed you shared. With your preferred perfume still sitting on the bedside table, waiting for you to come back. It would bother Finnick when you would spray his side of the bed, but now he would give anything for you to do it again.

Your makeup is on the vanity on the far side of his room, the jewelry box is propped open, the silver and gold collecting dust because he doesn’t want to close it. And your clothes are still taking up half of his closet, which he resists smelling every hour of the day.

Johanna told him to get rid of all of it. Or, at the very least, bring it back to your house, but he can’t bring himself to do it. It’s yours. For a brief moment in time, this place was yours too. Even if your belongings are gone, your feet are still imprinted in his wooden floors. In his mind.

You linger.

There’s a trace of you in every path you walked, in every object you touched, in every person you talked to, and in every breath of air that Finnick takes. This becomes increasingly obvious the longer Johanna stays with him.

“Maybe you and Katniss should spend some time together.” Johanna suggests, arms crossed over her chest. She looks over Finnick. “I heard that she’s not doing very well either.”

Of course not. Katniss lost more than she probably ever thought she would. She went through with being the Mockingjay to free Panem, but more importantly, to keep her sister safe. The whole reason why she ended up in that position was because she didn’t want her sister to go into the Games. Now that she’s dead, not even her own mother will return to Twelve. And the person she loved hasn’t stepped foot back, either.

When Finnick tears his eyes from the pot of fake greenery in the corner to look at her, the scowl on her face smooths out.

“No gossip.” She breathes, arms unfolding. “(Y/n) would’ve scolded me by now.”

Finnick presses his lips together, wanting to keep the growing pressure behind his eyes contained. 

“You and Katniss got along though, didn’t you?” She asks. “I thought I saw you getting close while we were in District Thirteen.”

He nods. “We had a lot in common.”

“You still do.” She says, the expression on her face has changed once again. This time to concern. “Finnick, are you sure you don’t want me to stay?”

“I’m sure.” Finnick breathes.

If Johanna stays, then she’ll ultimately end up trying to erase the time you put into him. She’ll try to take his mind off of all the things he knows about you. How you loved the amber skies in autumn. The way you’d pull him into the freezing beach water, while he complained the whole time.

The song you’d hum on the way back to his house, holding his hand up until the very minute you got into the shower together. He should’ve asked you what you were thinking about, he should’ve listened to every word.

‘Cause every scrap of you would be taken from him.

--

this was part of my 3k celebration!!

[mythals-whore]

ASSIGNING THE MEMBERS OF THE VEILGUARD A TAYLOR SWIFT ALBUM BECAUSE I CAN!!!

Harding - Debut

Obviously she’s our Ferelden farm girl so this just makes sense, but let me elaborate anyway. Harding is VERY Tied Together with a Smile/ The Outside to me?? Not to mention i feel like she would love the angrier songs Picture to Burn/ should’ve said no. We know how she gets when she’s angry. And you can’t convince me she wouldn’t LOVE Our Song.

Neve - Midnights

Do i even need to explain this one?? Neve gives such Midnights vibes, vigilante shit/mastermind/midnight rain???? Also SO yoyok coded. i feel like her romance is very Labyrinth/Snow on the Beach. And the woman who pets all of docktown’s stray cats is very “karma is a cat” of her idc.

Bellara - Red (TV)

This one was hard! It was between Red and 1989 to me. I just think Bellara would love the high energy pop beats (22, WANEGBT, Starlight). But i think she would LOVE Treacherous/State of Grace as well. Will help with the fanfic writing 100%. I put TV here specifically bc Better Man & Forever Winter could very much remind her of Cyrian??? And you can’t convince me Bellara wouldn’t be obsessed with ATWTMVTV.

Lucanis - Speak Now

Purple vibes, obvious. But he’s like, very Enchanted to me. AKA loves reading romance novels and the concept of romance but doesn’t know much about it/has never experienced it but wants it badly. Which is also why Electric Touch/Sparks Fly apply here. Don’t think about Lucanis listening to Castles Crumbling when he gets back from the Ossuary to find that Caterina is gone (+ later if you don’t save Treviso). Also Innocent was written about him, Taylor told me.

Shout to passenger princess Spite which i feel Taylor embodied when she wrote Dear John (iykyk)

Davrin - Lover

First of all, he is SO The Archer. “Ive been the Archer, Ive been the prey” “i jump from the train and ride off alone i never grew up its getting so old” “i cut off my nose just to spite my face and hate my reflection for years and years” its so Davrin (also one of my favorite songs maybe ever so this is big news). Also as @pinayelf pointed out, Assan as the Arrow?? Dying. But also Davrin’s romance is so Its Nice to Have a Friend. I saw someone talk about this not that long ago, but he’s very much a friend first?? Like he gives the vibe that as your LI you just hang out and rib on each other. I just i feel like they laugh a lot. + Lover as an album is soft but very anxiously attached?? Which i feel is the whole inner life of “i am a Grey Warden and im not supposed to get to attached bc it can’t last.” Honorable mentions go to Daylight/I Think He Knows/Cruel Summer/ Cornelia Street

Could also be convinced he is Reputation bc Reputation seems hardcore but is secretly very soft.

Emmrich - Tortured Poets (The Anthology)

Emmrich would LOVE the flowery language in this. Would love analyzing the lyrics with his besties. He’d love The Albatross (which, coincidentally is one of my favs, guess he just has good taste) and The Manuscript. Also tbh i don’t know much about his romance but “you know how to ball, i know Aristotle” feels like Emmrich with a much younger Rook (shout out to But Daddy I Love Him as well). Idk i think he’d secretly love it. Also relating Robin to Manfred bc that is his son??? On the sad side i feel like Emmrich is very the Prophecy/Peter because he has that dialogue about how he ‘once thought he’d get married’ like he always wanted love but never found it.

Taash - evermore

This was very difficult but i think the general witchy vibes are very “I’m Rivaini, we’re cool with spirits”. Also Tolerate It feels like when their mom comes to visit and no matter what Taash does it’s not good enough. Laash specifically is Dorothea/Ivy to me. And then of course (endgame spoilers) Marjorie after their mom dies and RWYLM if Harding is also gone. As a fan of the ‘pots and pans’ of Closure, they also get this one assigned to them. Just feels right.

[notbecauseofvictories]

The full list is quite long, so I didn't want to clutter up the last post with it---still, it is impressive to see them all laid out together. So without further ado!

THE 50 MOVIES AND 50ISH BOOKS I WATCHED/READ IN 2024

MOVIES

The Count of Monte Cristo (2024) Emilia Pérez (2024) Wicked (2024) American Psycho (2000) Heavy Trip (2018) La Planète sauvage / Fantastic Planet (1973) The Slipper and the Rose (1973) Bottoms (2023) I Saw the TV Glow (2024) *We’re All Going to the World’s Fair (2021) Oddity (2024) Maxxxine (2024) *The Substance (2024) *The Wicker Man (1973) Housebound (2014) Problemista (2023) Showing Up (2023) *Arsenic and Old Lace (1944) It Comes at Night (2017) The Boy and the Heron (2023) Abigail (2024) Seven Samurai (1954) The Iron Claw (2023) Talk to Me (2023) Bodies Bodies Bodies (2023) Rashomon (1950) *M (1931) Lord of Misrule (2023) The Tale of Princess Kaguya (2013) *Crimes of the Future (2022) Sanctuary (2022) After Yang (2022) **The Florida Project (2017) Pig (2021) The Favourite (2018) Poor Things (2023) Infinity Pool (2023) The Feast (2021) Office Space (1999) *Corsage (2022) Robots (2023) The Deer King (2021) Madame de… (1953) Orphée (1950) Master Gardener (2022) *Something in the Dirt (2022) Black Orpheus (1959) Priscilla (2023) How to Blow Up a Pipeline (2022) *The Lure (2015) To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar (1995)

BOOKS

The Shambling Guide to New York City, Ghost Train to New Orleans, Mur Lafferty What Feasts At Night, T. Kingfisher *Bad Girls, Camila Sosa Villada Don't Fear the Reaper, Stephen Graham Jones *Vintner's Luck, Elizabeth Knox The Barrow Will Send What it May, Margaret Killjoy You Know How the Story Goes, Thomas Olde Heuvelt Bloodchild, Wild Seed, Octavia E. Butler The Angel of Indian Lake, Stephen Graham Jones The Default World, Naomi Kanakia Fantasyland, Mike Bockoven Something is Killing the Children, issues 1-15 The Night Eaters Book 1, Book 2, Marjorie Liu This Wretched Valley, Jenny Kiefer These Deathless Bones, Cassandra Khaw *Dead Inside, Chandler Morrison Mental Diplopia, Julianna Baggott A Human Stain, Kelly Robson The Shape of My Name, Nino Cipri Daughter of Necessity, Marie Brennan The Mist, Stephen King A Skinful of Shadows, Frances Hardinge The Chalk Man, C. J. Tudor *The Rehearsal, Eleanor Catton Come Closer, Sara Gran The Underwater Welder, Jeff Lemire Blink, Christopher Sebela Pulling the Wings Off Angels, KJ Parker Thirteen Ways to Kill Lulabelle Rock, Maud Woolf An Elderly Lady Is Up to No Good, Helene Tursten Thornhedge, T. Kingfisher HEX, Thomas Olde Heuvelt Midnight Rooms, Donyae Coles Aglaeca, Mohnfisch Dr. Limos Plays God, Stevie Barot Home by the Rotting Sea, Otava Heikkila Last Crane, Narsid Sacred Bodies, Ver No Trouble at All, Various Authors (short story collection) *Wylding Hall, Elizabeth Hand Glass House, Paul Jessup Agony's Lodestone, Laura Keating * Big Swiss, Jen Beagin House of Rot, Danger Slater Dreadful, Rebecca Rozakis *Diavola, Jennifer Thorne Lute, Jennifer Thorne Regrettably, I Am About To Cause Trouble, Amie McNee The Rules Upheld by No One, Amie McNee The Sacrifice, Rin Chupeco The Bog Wife, Kay Chronister The Unmothers, Leslie J. Anderson *The Eyes Are the Best Part, Monika Kim Paying for It, Chester Brown Snow, Ronald Malfi Midnight on Beacon Street, Emily Ruth Verona Haunt Sweet Home, Sarah Pinsker The Doll-Master, Joyce Carol Oates The Third Person, Emma Grove The Werewolf at Dusk, David Small It's Lonely At The Centre Of The Earth, Zoe Thorogood Mom's Cancer, Brian Fies Mary Astor's Purple Diary, Edward Sorel Impossible People, Julia Wertz Roaming, Jillian Tamaki

[queenlucythevaliant]

There was a park a few blocks away from Uncle Harold and Aunt Alberta’s home in Cambridge where Lucy would often wander that summer when she wanted to be alone. She’d tuck a book under her arm and call to Edmund, “I’m going!” and then she’d go find herself a tree.

Branches waved gently, like fingers against the sky. Lucy would settle herself on her favorite bench and try to read, but sometimes she just found herself gazing at those branches. When she was sure the park was empty, she’d succumb to her most fanciful impulse to get up and walk among them. Wake, she’d think, and imagine the faces that each kind of tree would have.

Lucy knew it was fancy, but it wasn’t delusion. She could tell the difference. After all, it had been truth that first set her on the path to Narnia, dismissed as both delusion and fancy.

At school she read Shakespeare and Charles Dickens. She painted Prospero with Coriakin’s coloring, high wiry brows and sun-wrinkled skin. She gave him long fingers, an imaginative touch—Coriakin’s had been rather short and stubby—and heard the poetry in her own voice. She read aloud to her friends sometimes, just picked up wherever she was and read while Marjorie and Josephine curled up under blankets with mugs of hot tea.

“It sounds better when you read it,” Marjorie mused. “Even if it is musty old Shakespeare.”

There were glimpses of gold in puddles on the pavement, and Lucy found herself glancing up as though she expected to find Aslan in her periphery. He wasn't there, of course, but the sunset shot light into the street and made it shine. Aslan wasn't in the chapel at school either, but the bells pealed golden every hour. He wasn't stalking beneath her dormitory window, but there were fresh footprints in the snow.

Lucy was sure that if only she could remember the spell for making hidden things visible, she'd find her whole world cloaked in tawny, velvet gold. Aslan in the kitchen, Aslan in the sky at dawn. Aslan in the faces of her friends, who laughed when Lucy said fanciful things but who listened rapt when she read aloud.

"I swear, you and your read-alouds, Lucy Pevensie," grinned Josephine as the cover fell shut. "Why, it's almost as though you believe in all the stories! You're not theatrical, just credulous." So Lucy leaned back and taught her friend how to tell if someone was lying, or delusional, or if they had a marvelous truth to tell.

On lonely weekends, Lucy begged Professor Digory to take her with him to Oxford to see the great stone halls and the towering cathedral and she loved the way the angels’ sloping wings looked against the sky. Wake, she whispered as she passed by graves and monuments to those long dead, and imagined that she might see Aslan pacing behind them, ready to breathe them back to life.

[grandboute]

Another perfect day in paradise

En soutien à Marjorie qui retrouve Paris !

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[glassrowboat]

Yellow Ribbon. Albedo.

Summary: Sometimes when you want to do something for someone else, to let them know they are in your mind, in your heart, in your soul, it's harder than the way you imagined it going. Words tumbling out of you in a jumbled mess as a gift is held in your hand. Would he see this is because you love him?

Word count: 1,800+

Authors note: Just pure fluff really so enjoy

So, maybe this was a bad idea.

It seemed like a lightbulb had gone off in your head the first time the thought occurred, a ding and suddenly light would be shining over even the deepest crevices of your brain, not much unlike a cartoon. Now though it was hard to tell. Though it's hard to tell much of anything with The sound of teeth chattering blocking out every thought that wasn't about how damn cold it is up here.

Dragonspine truly is the devil's anus.

“I told you you didn't have to follow me up here,” a voice called out. Soft and understanding despite the fact the owner of said voice himself seemed unphased by the bite in the air. Short sleeves in this weather? It was enough to make anyone believe Albedo was eccentric. Though meeting him would do much the same.

“I'm getting tired of hearing that.” It's been the third time already and it was beginning to get annoying. No matter how soothing a person's voice is it loses its effect once they start repeating themselves as if they were a parrot.

“And I can hear you shivering.”

Well, someone's not afraid to call you out, but your entire goal for coming up here has yet to be achieved. Even as the snow crunched with every step Albedo took up here to the white dusted laboratory as you tried to step in the indents his footfalls left behind you couldn't do it. Not when anxiety was such a bitch that it kept that pretty box teetering on the tip of your finger rather than being passed along to its intended recipient. The soft blue paper something you picked on a whim to wrap the box up with when Marjorie held it up asking if you wanted the item wrapped up.

But reasonably speaking, how could you not when it was the same color as his eyes?

So even with the sun high in the sky during what was supposed to be a bright, warm day, you sat on a wooden seat that creaked with every move trying to figure out if the reason you couldn't move was something as plain as simple nerves or hypothermia.

What a great guessing game.

Maybe you just just say somethi- “I'm curious about that item you're carrying around. You have been fiddling with it for a good half hour now.” Or you don't have to be the one to start the conversation. That works.

“Timing me now?”

“Well, your constant shifting has proved to distract me from my experiment. It seems,” Albedo picked up the stack of papers he had been reading over, your eyes barely catching a name and scrawled out words in messy handwriting before Albedo set it back down, “I cannot focus with you like this. So let us address this now.”

Wow, the clear favoritism. “Poor Timaeus put in so much work in that report for you though, and you're just putting it to the side over little old me? I'm using this information to blackmail you later.”

“I can handle this later, but if you insist, feel free.” Yeah, maybe you should have expected him to be so unphased by that. “As for now?”

Even with the boards of wood laid out on the ground in his not so formal laboratory up here, the snow kicked up with each step he took closer to you. White powder covering the base of his boots. His thigh high boots, specifically. Something anyone would have to take a moment to appreciate. Anyways- “I can see where your eyes are going, dear.”

“No, you don't.”

His hand grasped the blanket wrapped around your shoulders, tugging it tighter around you as he bent down to your height in the chair. It was almost funny how Albedo tried his best not to touch the box as he did so, purely focusing on keeping that fluffy warmth wrapped around you. “If you say so. Is this satisfactory?”

“I have no clue how you're so unaffected by this weather.” That is, unless he finally finished that potion he had left half finished months ago. Something about keeping people warm even in the most frigid of places. Some say a shot would do the job just as well.

“Personally, my mind is more focused on what you have been toying with than the cold.”

Well some of us have this thing called heat sensors. “Good to know that I have your interest, though I'd much prefer it on something like a date. Maybe a picnic or we can watch Klee blow up a lake.”

A chuckle fell from his lips at your words, one that even despite your best efforts, had you leaning in closer just to hear that sweet pitch a little clearer. A little closer. A little louder. It's only natural to seek out something you're interested in, right? “I can't say I want to clean up that mess today. Maybe Monday?”

“Monday then. I'm holding you to that. If I don't hear a bomb going off and her cheerful little voice exclaiming ‘(y/n) look here’ then we're going to have a talk, buddy.”

“I will gladly talk with you as much as you like.”

Ignoring that for the sake of your heart, you grabbed his hand, peaking your own out of the wooly layer of warmth that you're wrapped up in. The blue box you've been debating over now placed in his hand, a soft contrast to the brown palm of his gloves and chilly air that seemed to tint everything a slight blue. It was enough to recall the last moment you two were up here, complaints about the cold on the tip of your tongue until he shared a little tidbit about how when the snow reflects the sun's light back to the atmosphere it is called a snow albedo.

“Just take it, it was for you anyway.”

“I suspected as much.” His fingers grazed over the box, the pattern one of polka dots as he examined it, like a new object of interest. It only stood to reason he'd scrutinize it so. “Thank you.”

“Just open it, I don't like you dallying over this.” It meant awkward silence just watching him, and as pretty as Albedo may be, that isn't exactly a great pass time when your heart is fluttering from the anxiousness the spur of ideas in your head was encouraging.

What if he didn't like it? What if it was presumptuous? What if the color was off? What if he does accept it but forgets about it when a new curiosity pokes up?

“You're so impatient all of a sudden.” Even with his teasing words Albedo pulled the lid off the box, pinching the cardboard as he lifted it up to reveal a charming yellow much like the tattoo, or birthmark as he liked to call it, on his neck. A silk ribbon raised up between them as Albedo lifted it from its confines, eyes focusing in on the charm hanging off the end. A citrine quartz held on by a string of gold.

“So,” you cleared your throat, trying to get rid of the raspiness the freezing air you have been breathing in left behind. “I know you have been…”

Start again, (Y/n).

“You and I both know what it's like to have our social batteries drained to their lowest point.” You have even seen him a couple of times having flipped the sign to his laboratory back In the knight headquarters to signify Albedo is going to be running experiments only for him to plop down on the couch, and with some insistence from you, use your lap as a pillow. In those moments, he truly looked angelic, a star on his skin and blond hair framing his face as the sun peeked through the open windows lighting up the space with its shining rays. “So I thought this would work. I went around and told a handful of the people we talk to the most that if you're wearing this ribbon it means you're fully charged and willing to talk. I hope that isn't," trying to find the right word you took a moment of pause until finally deciding on: "rude of me to do.”

And It could have been explained a lot better. Maybe you really should have spent some time before the bathroom mirror practicing this sad little spiel.

“You did that for me then? It is certainly practical.”

“That was kinda the point.” Taking the ribbon from his hands, with a good amount of struggle seeing as mittens aren't made to be worn for people trying to actually do anything, you slipped it through the metal band on his arm. Though you did have to ignore Albedo laughing at your attempt after the third try of doing so. At least he sat patiently, waiting for you to finish. “I just thought, well, I don't really know what I was thinking anymore.”

Maybe you were just hoping to ease that tired look in his eyes as someone prattled on when he clearly wanted out of a conversation.

“Then let me assure you of something. Ribbon on me or not, dear, you can always talk to me.”

“So you actually intend to use it?”

“You clearly put quite a bit of thought into this, having already explained it to the knights. How could I possibly ignore all that effort?”

Well, easily.

“(Y/n),” grabbing the corner of the blanket Albedo slid in next to you, his cold skin enough to have you squeamish and trying to pinch at him just for the small hope of mercy from the chill. Though you already knew he never would, not after being subjected to his cold feet every night. The fuckin- “I truly meant it when I said thank you. Not to mention, if this truly has been explained to a good number of the knights, this means I can take the ribbon off as Kaeya passes us by just to see his aghast expression.”

“I-” trying to keep from laughing, you dropped your head on his shoulder, the layering of the hood on his jacket a decent pillow for what that was worth- “You're a menace. And no one would believe me if I shared what you just said either! All they see is your impassive face and the nice way you treat your students.”

“I know, but that's alright. I much prefer this information to stay between us.”

“...So we're totally messing with Kaeya later, right?”

“In time. For now let us just stay here for a moment longer.”

Yeah, that doesn't sound bad, a moment longer. That will do. His cold skin didn't even bother you as much anymore as he slowly warmed up in your cocoon of blankets.

“Five more minutes, then I want off this blasted mountain.”

[likeawolfatthemoon]

i'm five years old, it's getting cold, i've got my big coat on. the autumn chill that wakes me up. your little hand's wrapped around my finger and it's so quiet in the world tonight. i hear your laugh and look up smiling at you, i run and run. your little eyelids flutter cause you're dreaming. past the pumpkin patch and tractor rides, look now, the sky is gold. you loved the amber skies so much. long limbs and frozen swims, you'd always go past where our feet could touch. so i tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light. i hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home. and i complained the whole way there, the car ride back, and up the stairs. i don't know why the trees change in the fall. i should've asked you questions, i should've asked you how to be. to you, everything's funny, you've got nothing to regret. i know you're not scared of anything at all. asked you to write it down for me. should've saved every grocery store receipt, cause every scrap of you would be taken from me. i'd give all i have, honey, if you could stay like that. don't know if snow white's house is near or far away, but i know i had the best day with you today. don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple. watched as you signed your name, marjorie. i won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart. all your closets of backlogged dreams and how you left them all to me. and no one will desert you. just try to never grow up.

[lady-swanbell]

- Oh, I just stopped by to ask you a question. Are you free Saturday night?

- Sure.

- Well, I'm not! I have a date! Marjorie Nash, the 'Fruit On The Bottom' yogurt heiress. (...) We'll be attending our club's annual winter dance, the "Snow Ball".

[thegreatimpersonator]

Hi everyone! Here’s the newest addition to my Creator Shoutout Series (december 17 - december 24)!  I want to appreciate editors and their creations that i love from the past week. To track this series or look at previous shoutouts, please check out the tag on my blog *creatorshoutouts. Have a great week and a happy holiday to those who celebrate!

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: tigris gifset by @magnusedom

orville peck: 2023 performance wardrobe gifset by @madeline-kahn

taylor swift: the eras tour + details gifset by @lovestory

maisie peters: the good witch gifset by @antoniosvivaldi

brooklyn nine nine: raymond holt gifset by @muldery

narcos: javier pena gifset by @perotovar

home alone gifset by @percyjacksonss

taylor swift: marjorie gifset by @rogerhealey

maisie peters: guy on a horse graphic by @andtosaturn

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: book differences gifset by @saws2004

olivia rodrigo: get him back gifset by @usercindylou

taylor swift: the eras tour gifset by @h-f-k

the muppet christmas carol gifset by @cindylouwho

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: lucy gray baird gifset by @rachelsennot

yellowjackets: 1.01 x 1.03 gifset by @taiturner

the bear: syndey adamu in 2x03 gifset by @demarcoes

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: coriolanus snow gifset by @feodor-dostoevsky

brookyn nine nine: jake peralta gifset by @jakeyp

taylor swift: lavender haze gifset by @treacherous

the princess diaries: mia thermopolis gifset by @phoebesbridgers

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: lucy gray baird gifset by @maliagf

samia: triptych gifset by @sofiarostova

yellowjackets: shauna gifset by @girlbutcherwife

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: lucy gray baird gifset by @nowadayz

abbott elementary: holiday gifset by @goabbott

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: lucy gray baird gifset by @tomblythsgf

friends: holiday gifset by @birthdaysentiment

the hunger games gifset by @sharpesjoy

stranger things: nancy wheeler gifset by @eightynines

taylor swift: the story of us graphic by @taylrswift

the ballad of songbirds and snakes gifset by @kvtnisseverdeen

a charlie brown christmas gifset by @sheryl-lee

yellowjackets gifset by @natscatorrcio

the ballad of songbirds and snakes gifset by @richardgrimes

barbie 2023 gifset by @fawad-khan

the ballad of songbirds and snakes gifset by @clarisselareu

pride & prejudice: darcy gifset by @prideandprejudice

the ballad of songbirds and snakes gifset by @jakeperalta

the ballad of songbirds and snakes gifset by @kendalroys

olivia rodrigo: the grudge graphic by @georgesezra

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: tigris gifset by @padme-amidala

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: lucy gray baird soundtrack gifset by @crowley-anthony

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

House of Anubis Characters + Taylor Swift

Every character and their song off each album

Nina:

TAYLOR SWIFT: The Outside

FEARLESS: Bye, Bye, Baby

SPEAK NOW: Long Live

RED: The Lucky One

1989: Wildest Dreams

REPUTATION: Dancing With Our Hands Tied

LOVER: Soon You’ll Get Better

FOLKLORE: the last great american dynasty

EVERMORE: it’s time to go

MIDNIGHTS: You’re On Your Own Kid

Fabian:

TAYLOR SWIFT: Stay Beautiful

FEARLESS: Fearless

SPEAK NOW: Last Kiss

RED: I Almost Do

1989: Wonderland

REPUTATION: New Year’s Day

LOVER: It’s Nice to Have a Friend

FOLKLORE: cardigan

EVERMORE: closure

MIDNIGHTS: Hits Different

Patricia:

TAYLOR SWIFT: Tim McGraw

FEARLESS: Untouchable

SPEAK NOW: Dear John

RED: Stay, Stay, Stay

1989: I Wish You Would

REPUTATION: Getaway Car

LOVER: Afterglow

FOLKLORE: mad woman

EVERMORE: no body, no crime

MIDNIGHTS: Anti-Hero

Amber:

TAYLOR SWIFT: Mary’s Song (Oh My My My)

FEARLESS: Love Story

SPEAK NOW: Never Grow Up

RED: 22

1989: Welcome to New York

REPUTATION: So It Goes…

LOVER: ME!

FOLKLORE: epiphany

EVERMORE: dorothea

MIDNIGHTS: Bejeweled

Alfie:

TAYLOR SWIFT: Invisible

FEARLESS: Jump then Fall

SPEAK NOW: Electric Touch

RED: State of Grace

1989: Shake it Off

REPUTATION: Endgame

LOVER: Daylight

FOLKLORE: the lakes

EVERMORE: long story short

MIDNIGHTS: Snow On The Beach

Jerome:

TAYLOR SWIFT: Should’ve Said No

FEARLESS: You’re Not Sorry

SPEAK NOW: Back to December

RED: Better Man

1989: You Are In Love

REPUTATION: Delicate

LOVER: All Of The Girls You Loved Before

FOLKLORE: betty

EVERMORE: cowboy like me

MIDNIGHTS: High Infidelity

Joy:

TAYLOR SWIFT: Tied Together With a Smile

FEARLESS: You Belong With Me

SPEAK NOW: Foolish One

RED: Nothing New

1989: Clean

REPUTATION: Call It What You Want

LOVER: The Archer

FOLKLORE: august

EVERMORE: tolerate it

MIDNIGHTS: Question…?

Mara:

TAYLOR SWIFT: Picture to Burn

FEARLESS: Mr. Perfectly Fine

SPEAK NOW: Mine

RED: Babe

1989: Bad Blood

REPUTATION: I Did Something Bad

LOVER: Cornelia Street

FOLKLORE: this is me trying

EVERMORE: happiness

MIDNIGHTS: Mastermind

Eddie:

TAYLOR SWIFT: A Place in This World

FEARLESS: The Other Side Of The Door

SPEAK NOW: The Story of Us

RED: Message in a Bottle

1989: Out of the Woods

REPUTATION: Gorgeous

LOVER: Cruel Summer

FOLKLORE: mirrorball

EVERMORE: coney island

MIDNIGHTS: The Great War

Mick:

TAYLOR SWIFT: Our Song

FEARLESS: We Were Happy

SPEAK NOW: Superman

RED: We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

1989: How You Get The Girl

REPUTATION: Don’t Blame Me

LOVER: I Forgot That You Existed

FOLKLORE: the 1

EVERMORE: ‘tis the damn season

MIDNIGHTS: Midnight Rain

KT:

TAYLOR SWIFT: Cold As You

FEARLESS: Tell Me Why

SPEAK NOW: Innocent

RED: I Knew You Were Trouble

1989: New Romantics

REPUTATION: This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

LOVER: The Man

FOLKLORE: seven

EVERMORE: marjorie

MIDNIGHTS: Karma

Willow:

TAYLOR SWIFT: A Perfectly Good Heart

FEARLESS: Today Was A Fairytale

SPEAK NOW: Sparks Fly

RED: Starlight

1989: Style

REPUTATION: King of My Heart

LOVER: You Need To Calm Down

FOLKLORE: invisible string

EVERMORE: willow

MIDNIGHTS: Sweet Nothing

[fandomsarefamily1966]

Character ask: Beth March (Little Women)

Tagged by @princesssarisa. Thank you so much for this, as I love her and have a lot of feelings about her that I want to share.

Favorite thing about them: She is the kindest character in the whole book, and this turns out to be her biggest strength. She may be so shy to the point that talking to people outside her family is extremely difficult, but she doesn't let that stop her from helping those who need it, whether it's helping the Hummels when the baby is sick with scarlet fever, or talking to Frank to try and cheer him up. And this has an enormous impact: everyone adores her, to the point that they all miss her when she first gets sick, and make sure to show her how much she means to them when she's on her deathbed. She may not have "achieved" anything like her sisters do, but she still matters, and that means so much to me.

Least favorite thing about them: When she tells Jo to take her place after she dies. Like... Beth, sweetheart, no. No one could ever replace you. And Jo doesn't need to be more like Beth to be worthy of love. The fact that Mr. Laurence says something similar after he returns from Europe with Amy and Laurie doesn't help, either.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I've always been really shy and awkward, and tend to mostly keep to myself.

*I love music.

*I always try to be kind and help people as best I can.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I do want to get married and leave the house someday.

*I'm not much of an animal person.

*I can't play the piano, but I would like to learn how.

Favorite line: Once again, there are many, but I'll try to keep it simple.

When she starts to overcome her fear of Mr. Laurence for the grand piano:

"I'm Beth. I love it dearly, and I'll come, if you are quite sure no one will hear me and be disturbed."

When she gently calls out Meg in the way that only she can:

"You said the other day that you'd be perfectly happy if you could only go to Annie Moffat's."

When she commends Amy for her behavior with the rich girls and once again shows that she's not an impossibly perfect saint:

"Yes, we all do, and love her for being so ready to forgive. It must have been dreadfully hard, after working so long, and setting your heart on selling your own pretty things. I don't believe I could have done it as kindly as you did."

And finally, her reaction to Jo's poem about her:

"Then I don't feel as if I'd wasted my life. I'm not so good as you make me, but I have tried to do right, and now, when it's too late to begin even to do better, it's such a comfort to know that someone loves me so much, and feels as if I'd helped them."

brOTP: Her sisters, especially Jo, as well as Mr. Laurence. (I also feel like in crossover land, Lucy and Frodo would absolutely adore her, and vice versa.)

OTP: None.

nOTP: Mr. Laurence, or any member of her family.

Random headcanon: She's either on the autism spectrum, has social anxiety, or both, and her angelic image is an attempt to not be a burden to her loved ones and to try and make up for the fact that she can't mask.

Unpopular opinion: If any of the March sisters are aromantic, it's Beth, not Jo. Beth never wants to get married or have children, and Jo does change her mind about that after a while, which I guess might rub some people the wrong way. This isn't to say that you can't have whatever headcanons you want, but this makes more sense to me. Also, I don't normally say stuff like this, but if you think that Beth "needs to die" just because she's not a normal girl, you're ableist, plain and simple.

Song I associate with them:

"Stuck Inside a Cloud" by George Harrison.

"April Come She Will" by Simon and Garfunkel.

"marjorie" by Taylor Swift.

Favorite picture of them:

These illustrations by Pablo Marcos Studio:

With Mr. Laurence:

As the postmistress:

When she gets scarlet fever:

The snow maiden:

With Jo, before she reveals her doom:

With Jo at the seashore during THAT scene:

The last time we see her in this version:

These illustrations by Michael Adams:

With Mr. Laurence (this version is more affectionate):

With Meg and Jo watching over her on her sickbed:

This black and white illustration of her with her cats on her (first) sickbed: