#red and black curtains

[t-u-i-t-c]

"When I saw him, my mind went blank."

[its-stimsca]

Stimboard of Orpheus from Hadestown BECAUSE I GOT CAST AS HIM IN MY LOCAL PRODUCTION OF THE SHOW AAAAA

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[hotasfahrenheit]

No matter how many hundreds, thousands, or million days...

No matter how long it will be...

May our love last forever.

[1000 Years Old, 1.01, 1.02, 1.12]

[ad-astra-per-aspera1976]

Back in 1990, they started these ads for a new tv show saying “Who Killed Laura Palmer?” And I was hooked cuz I love murder mysteries.

Of course being made by David Lynch meant it was a LOT more than just a simple mystery. It was ALL KINDS OF FUCKED UP! That I don’t even understand till 20 years after the fact. Well I mean if you can ever figure out what the fuck David lynch is doing cuz he’s a fuck ing weirdo.

Then they did the prequel movie set leading up to her murder, and that was even more fucked up!

And Lynch’s daughter wrote the “Diary of Laura Palmer” which is from the show and it’s basically her diary from age 13 to before she dies.

And it was 100000000 times more fucked up shit. And HORRIFYING the things done to her and things she did.

And I’ve never not been obsessed with that world since then. Back in 1991, I was 15 and even visited the town in Washington state where it was filmed. I saw the high school, the downtown, the hotel with the waterfall, the diner and the road house. I still have pictures in a drawer somewhere.

Anyhoo I’ve just always wanted some tattoos to celebrate my obsession and finally got it 33 years later.

[whosxafraid]

She's A Rolex

Starter requested by @ifyoucatchacriminal

Banging.

That's the first thing that should have told him something was fecking wrong. But up until three seconds ago he was dead asleep--closer to the actual than the metaphorical to boot. And now he's shuffle footing it to his front door. Half fell down the god damn steps before getting to the lock. Half a dozen curse words not in English before he's slinging the god damn thing open. Green and off yellow going wide as he stares down at the face staring up at him.

"Watch?! Lass, wha--?"

No time. Let me in.

And he's on alert in a fraction of a second. Gaze tearing from her to the outside. The outside where the rain is coming down in sheets. The scent of everything sub-duded. Muted. Muggy if he had to put a word to it. And he hates that. Hates that in spades. But where scent is not helping him sight and hearing attempt it. But there's too much movement from the rain and too little of it anywhere else. And its roaring like a dragon thrice pissed. So it's with only so much caution that the door slams shut behind her. Every lock from the top to the bottom shoved into place.

And hand that only dares hover at the small of Watch's back as he ushers her through the space he uses as a garage. Passed the SUV, van, and motor bike, all unmarked, all unassuming and as black as the void in which they sit. Onward up the steps he directs until the next door behind them is pulled closed. And from there she sheds shoes and socks while he takes her coat.

His guest allowed to venture out into the living room of his abode. A living room buffeted on two sides by floor to ceiling windows. Similar sized bookshelves that stand upon either side, in between and along the length of the opposite wall. Watch moving to collapse upon the couch at the center of the view while Luka digs up a towel, blankets, something to eat and drink. And by the time it is all said and done? She looks far better than she did when the banging began.

"Ye go' toi'me now, lass?"

She nods. A breath taken. A wary look at the windows. He knows she knows nothing can touch her here. That glass has stopped stronger things than sniper bullets in and outside of this zip code. And while he will close the blinds if she asks...

I'm being...watched.

He doesn't smile. Not a single lick of amusement to what should have been a slightly funny inside joke to break the tension. But now isn't the time for jokes and there's the slightest chuck of his chin to get her to continue.

I don't know how...or by who...hell I don't even know when it specifically started. I just....things weren't...things haven't been where I put them. Every time I leave the house it feels like there's someone right behind me but every time I try to catch them...

Hands come up as she shakes a frown from her features.

I thought it might have been the nymph you said lives in the tree in my court yard--she's been acting weird. I thought maybe she was sick but she wouldn't talk to me. And then two nights ago...

She wanders away from whatever she was going to say, and he has to redirect. The slightest nudge of a finger against tea mug in her hands now, because anyone that knows Watch? Knows her germophobia cannot handle being touched.

S-sorry uh...t-two nights ago--this is going to sound insane but I--I was working and... I swear I felt someone touch me, Luka. I felt the warmth of their hand the weight of it but the second I turned around...nothing. Nothing but this gut wrenching feeling I was exposed. Exposed like I was in Pa--Paris. I wasn't followed...I checked and rechecked and rechecked again just like you taught me.

And that is all he needs to hear. He promised her what happened to her in Paris would never happen again. And he meant it. It wouldn't. Watch had nearly died that night, and it was not something Luka O'Rian was going to allow to happen twice. And he tells her as much, before getting up. Moving to one of the windows. Phone pulled from a pocket, a number dialing as it settles at his ear.

Because Watch isn't his only "friend" and if there's one thing that all six foot ten and red hair of him is good at? It's finding people that don't want to be found. Especially when they're a threat to his employee and by that measure his own livelihood.

[yeowninefive]

Screenburn (Original and Alt)

So there's some buzz about two major film releases this weekend --The First Omen and Monkey Man-- having incredibly similar concepts for their primary film posters...and I figured to take a crack at designing a poster with the same concept.

The second poster is moreso a bonus design that I came up with during development. (I figured I strayed too far from the concept, but liked what I had done with it to not discard completely.)

[gummi-stims]

Do you mind making a stimboard of Gangle from tadc?

I don't mind at all! Gangle deserves some love <3

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[stizuku]

A Kamishiro Rui stimboard for @r0ttiingphantasm ! I don't know much about project sekai, so I hope it isn't/too/ off ^^:

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[moonshinenight]

🥀 Gothic room made with AI 🥀

I love it

[theflyingfeeling]

more ramblings to procrastinate work because I opened one student essay and was immediately like "fuck it" because........dear child what are you even saying 😭

[artmarkmedia]

Watercolor black cat

[garlicsims]

Maud’s kitchen 🪴

[prettyvacanttt]

MY NAKED CAT GOT SUNBURNED!!!!!!!

[a-passing-storm]

Fun fact about me is I dress like your typical YA Bad Boy but I am just a silly little guy that like poetry and poppies.

[art-portraits]

Maria Hamilton Beckford (Mrs. William Beckford)

Artist: Benjamin West (American, 1738-1820)

Date: 1799

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Collection: National Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C., United States

Mrs William Beckford

Maria Hamilton was the daughter of the Hon George Hamilton, MP for Wells, and his wife Bridget Coward. She was born on 7 January 1724/5 at Wells, Somerset.

She married twice. Her first husband was Francis March, by whom she had a daughter Elizabeth. In 1756 she was married for a second time to William Beckford, Lord Mayor of London in 1763 and 1770 and MP for London, by whom she had a son William.

[my-demons-personified]

Day 12- BLUE RED AND TRANSSSSSSSS PPAAAAARRRRANOIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I had a dentist's appointment and went to my grandma's house. I watched some Dragon Ball Daima for the first time and didn't really care so I moved on to the next thing and would you look at that, Ranma 1/2 is getting a remake? I simply must watch this on the TV as a hint! I haven't had any good ones in a minute so this delightfully devilish scheme was perfect until Seymour hit the fan and all of a sudden, Ranma was just walking with his tits out and all this other wild shit. That is NOT what I want my family seeing me watch. I've never seen anything about Ranma except for like 20-30 minutes of a video essay on it and its relation to the trans and bi pipeline(s) so that wasn't even just out of left field, it hit a corkscrew out of left field just to climb up the tower of babel and fight god with Rick Sanchez and Sonic the Hedgehog. All this to say that I finished all the available episodes NOT with my family and put on smiling friends instead.

I also finished the final 3 episodes of Frieren. It was hard to watch knowing that nothing else will be this peak again.

Beat celeste again btw

I've still been "me" throughout all of this (singing Tyler, the Creator and other queer shit) I just don't want to bear the shackles of over-repetition, the true villain of our story...

All of this relates to the title because all of it connects to my anxieties. Also Faust reference

Me after a long and hard, yet rewarding day of Fausting my shit and the like (I haven't played GGST all day):