#mischa and m

[snoweylily]

skyfall x dolce

or, in other words, emotionally-repressed blond serial killers and their curly dark haired sarcastic bitch boyfriends surrounded by paintings with far too many metaphors

[psyxmantis]

afterlife dance lessons <3

[tabooiart]

down on your luck, that’s how life goes

when life gives me rain, i make rainbows

[rebeccasundstrom]

Throwback Thursday Photoshoots Mischa Barton for Giant Magazine, September 2005

if you want to support this blog and my work. ❉ ko-fi

[izzys-ride-the-cyclone-archive]

Uniform Theater

[brooklynislandgirl]

What gets your muse in the mood instantly? (Mischa likes to think the answer is 'him'. And he's not talking coital relations)

Body of Evidence || Accepting There's a myth that a shark can smell a single drop of blood from a mile away. The truth is that they have the same sensitivity as most other fish. They can also detect smells at between one part per twenty-five million, and one part per ten billion, depending on the chemical composition and species of shark. Or roughly one drop of blood in a swimming pool. Another truth is that Beth is neither an actual tiger-shark though she can adopt the form and the abilities when she wants to hunt free of guilt or needs a breather from the human world. Neither is she full Rokea like her cousins, most of whom tolerate her only because she Kanaka Maoli, and some only because her grandfather's deed names carry weight even outside the Beast Courts of the Emerald Mother. What she is, though, is observant. Calculating in a way that her brother could never understand, and committed to her beliefs just as strongly as he is to his own. In her estimation, what she is doing now is a Public Service that will go unsung except by their shifting-kin, other Verbena, and no one else. She knows Mischa sometimes worries about feeding off her exclusively though in Grandmother's grace, she seems created entirely for that purpose, and she respects his mostly unvoiced fears. Secretly engaged with Kindred and Kine can be problematic for both sides. Her Tradition often sees his kind as an insult to the natural order, and her kin see him as an agent of the Wyrm. They don't know him like she does. They don't hear the dreams in his poetry, they don't feel his longing for the days he had been alive and able to walk in the warmth of the sun. They don't know the good he does against an increasingly strangled reality, and do not know that he is just as willing to help her correct the balance. And then...then there's people like Todd. Possibly the douchiest of haole types. Thinks that it's okay to call women 'sweetheart', 'toots', and the like, and subscribes that a man can put his hands on one anyway he likes, regardless of her opinion on the fact. Todd comes to her attention via a request to partner with Riley Steel to promote some new blah blah blah. She didn't read the whole proposal, not when it involved land in the Dakotas, oil, and had the Endron logo. They're still digging themselves out of the whole they dug ten years ago, when they were involved in a huge scandal from a pressure pump exploding off the coast of Scotland, killing thirteen or so people and causing a huge oil spill that covered large parts of the coast. The five billion dollar penalty and public discredit was not nearly a just punishment to make up for the disaster. But of all the company's disgusting acts, the two that are the most criminal to Beth and Jay, is the fact that they are investing heavily in hydraulic fracking and trying to build a mega-pipeline in Egypt, which they are currently calling "Apophis." There is a laundry lists of crimes that Todd-Actually-I'm-a-Top-Exec is guilty of and Beth has not a single qualm when she invites him to a secluded spot out by the old lighthouse she knows. He's only too happy to join her and it takes almost less of the five minute walk from the car to the lighthouse before his hands are already on her shoulders, her back, her other places. She isn't quite faking the elevated pulse, the soft gasping breathes, or even the flood of warmth in her most delicate places, but they aren't for Todd. No, those belong entirely to Mischa as he seems to the mortal eye to materialise from the darkness itself. She isn't so full of herself that she thinks the look on his face has anything to do with jealousy, but in her own fantasy, it's nothing but. That someone would dare presume to manhandle his Sprite. His fangs gleam as he flashes as smile at her, pristine white if only for the moment. Sure, Beth could have disposed of Todd all on her own, if she put her mind, and her not inconsiderable talents, to the task. But nothing stirs her quite the way Mischa does in all of his glory, sating his hunger.

[bastardtrait]

Mischa and Ruiyang's relationship, like any other, had pitfalls too. but they were somewhat...unlike that of anyone else's relationships. the sun beat down on Ruiyang differently, and he was more tired. Mischa was still young, and missing out on his early twenties made him antsy, mournful, nervous.

and prone to wandering.

transcript:

MISCHA: Yang...it's 5 PM. I go back to work tomorrow...can we do something? RUIYANG: Mm. I'm exhausted, Mischa. After work tomorrow?

MISCHA: Okay...well, I'll find something to do. RUIYANG: (muttering) Okay...later... MISCHA: Okay.

MISCHA: "Beef girl"?? (sigh) Aleks...I miss you...I'm out here...fuck.

MISCHA: Hey! You free today? What was that address again? ... Okay. Sounds good. Be there soon.

[amorcie]

Each time I remember that “Talia is just Noel catfishing Mischa” theory I die a little more inside

[girlinajar]

[kingeorgey]

Chapters: 10- clavicle Fandom: Ride the Cyclone: A New Musical - Maxwell & Richmond

Back from the accidental hiatus (finals, new in laws, meeting my internet best friend who is a famous author in the RTC fandom, saying goodbye to pets, working a ton, Christmas, yknow). Chapter ends with one of the best Spacedolls interactions I’ve written to date. ❤️

[pur-o-uwu]

The Sixth Sense (1999)

[ekirina]

Soy una miedica de cuidado. No puedo con las películas de miedo, paso miedo. La cuestión es que esta película la he visto a cachos muchas varias veces porque es un clásico en el mundo del cine. A mi madre, que le encanta las películas de terror, me la contó entera para que no me afectara tanto (y de ahí que haya sido la única película que he podido ver a cachos de este género). Hay gente que la pone como película de thriller y ya, pero lo siento, para mí es de miedo porque ciertas escenas ya no las visualizo porque sé lo que ocurre y tengo que mirar a otro lado.

Ayer la ví por primera vez con mi pareja en casa, porque tenemos un póster en casa con películas nominadas al Óscar y vamos tachando hasta completarlas todas. Pues esta vez, no sé si es porque lo veía con mi pareja o por madurez propia, no lo he pasado tan mal. Es más, me emocioné por las historias de amor que hay entre el matrimonio y la relación madre-hijo.

Lloramos los dos juntos porque el arte nos toca mucho. Y esta película es muy merecedora del Óscar aunque no ganó finalmente a ninguna, y eso que fue nominada a 6 premios Óscar. Una injusticia dada la repercusión que tiene y que está dirigida con mimo cada detalle desde el inicio de la película.

Recomendadísima aunque tengas pánico de las películas de terror (ves con compañía siempre y que sepas qué escenas debes prepararte).

¡Feliz año 2024!

The Sixth Sense (USA, 1999)

[angelstills]

The Sixth Sense (1999)

[bejustlikethem]

Mischa Barton

Matthew Williamson For H&M Leather Vest

[shivasdarknight]

there's a lot of shit that i've hated that's come out of tiktok, but besides the genuinely dangerous/utterly moronic shit i just

god i really hate that old tmnt shredder audio. tiktok's format is just the audio/video equivalent of those fkn icanhazacheeseburger meme formats or w/e and this is the utter worst that's come out this year it's so fucking annoying and i swear hitting the "DO NOT SHOW ME THIS SOUND" button just makes it appear more often

[kittieshauntedourfantasy]

Roblox nomnomnom sound

New RTC friends send me art requests I'm bored