#subway midnight rose

[bubbydarkstar]

drawing the entire subway midnight cast for the third anniversary PART THREE!!!

game's still on sale btw!!

[giggleboxstudios]

💗Subway Midnight Drawings💗

Happy Valentine's Day! 💌

[riceflourapom]

Assorted submid drawings

[iimr3]

the build up to the actual taking of the photograph in ghost quartet is sooo fucking good. i love the way GQ tells the story by circling around the event itself & giving us bits of information (& it does this with OG Rose & Pearl's story too; the way the musical ends with The Wind & Rain drives me up the fucking wall in a good way)

before anything we know rose's camera is broken. then we get the play-by-play in The Subway– girl is pushed onto the track, no one can stop, the photographer doesn't help. then in The Photograph we see the fallout & learn why her camera is broken: she smashed it because she's disgusted. she took a photograph instead of being a hero. immediate next song we learn what happens after the camera shop from Scheherazade: Rose gets a new camera and the camera shop owner gives her the number of the subway driver. then you get usher part 3 (one of my favorite songs), where we see the events of The Subway but with full details. right before Roxie kills Lady Usher, we hear the photograph before we see it ("I heard a flashbulb rip")

And God. the way the song shifts when Pearl falls onto the tracks. we get so much buildup around the photograph, and usher part 3 literally slows down time to walk us through it: Pearl is pushed onto the track. Rose is there. Rose takes the photograph instead of being a hero. Pearl smiles for the camera. "I let the train rip through me."

& then in Midnight, Gelsey tells us that Rose and the subway driver have kids– sisters.

[mirrorvinn]

tried to do a comic thingy

[stimsnosa]

Rose S. Numan - Subway Midnight

🐾🩸👁️‍🗨️

🌹⁉️🌹

👁️‍🗨️🩸🐾

[thepinkdreamganjaqueen]

Subway Obsessions FemReader's POV ch1

Arthur Fleck x Fem!Reader POV 

Masterlist 🩷

Summary: From Fem Readers POV. It's just another night on the subway on your way to work. Something feels different about today, but you can't put a pin in it. Perhaps it was anxiety? But you felt excited, but certainly not for work anyway, so what caused this rush of intense feelings? He's watched you before, seen you many a night riding the subway alone, you’ve felt his gaze before. Is tonight the night he approaches you? 

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, public exhibitionism, subway cruising, swearing, stalking, obsession, touch starved, mentions of violence, mentions of mental health struggles, fem!reader, romantic smut, fluff

A/N: Beginning to a series? Who knows. May add things later. Super hyper fixated, so expect more. First fic, btw! Something I've been mulling around with for a while. There are two versions I worked on for this, both POV’s, same storyline, so read both! Send ideas, edits, etc. my way!! And be nice please. Cheers! Enjoyyy! The first chapter is mostly fluff/ descriptive plot building.

Word Count: 3.4k

SERIES: Subway Obsessions 

CHAPTER 1: Chance Meeting 

You woke up early today. Early is relative for you. You work graveyard shifts, so 8 pm is early when your shift starts at midnight. You propped yourself on your elbows, leaning over to disengage your alarm on the nightstand before it went off, the prior night's dream fleeting in your mind. You race to try and remember, but it was nearly gone. Only shrouded images of a man watching you from a distance. It didn’t feel like a nightmare, though. In fact, you woke up heated and breathy, but by now, the images had completely faded. Fortunately, today, for whatever reason, you felt like you had energy. Perhaps it was the raunchy dream you had tried to remember. Either way, once your eyes opened for the night, there was no turning back. Most days, you were late for work as the buses in Gotham were entirely unreliable. So up out of bed you hopped, feeling a sense of urgency but in no rush to arrive to work. An odd feeling shifted inside of you, a mix of anxiety and excitement. Riding the subway this late at night was always dangerous, always a risk. The city has gotten darker as of late, more cruel, more unforgiving. You saw this every night on your 2-hour trek to work. You recently began toting around mace and a knife due to being randomly attacked twice now and being followed to work by someone you couldn't see, but you knew they were there. Every time, there is no security, and every time, there are no cops. Sometimes, you dreaded the possibilities, but tonight was different. You couldn't quite find the feeling and name it, but you felt the heat rise in your cheeks as you pondered the possibilities.  

You had your work outfit already planned and set out. All you had to do was shower, fix your hair, and do your makeup. Most nights, you walked out of the house with little makeup on and a comfortable outfit because most nights you were running late. Tonight was different, though; you woke up early and had time to get ready. You throw your planned outfit to the side, a loose fitted tee and joggers and opted for a pair of skinny jeans, a black fitted top, and a cropped pink velour sweater adorned with red hearts you hadn’t gotten to wear yet, why not tonight? You thought. You chose a black winged liner; some highlight on your high cheekbones and tip of the nose. You liberally smoothed glittered lotion onto your slender arms and décolletage. You opted for a nice pair of fuzzy fur black boots and a pair of rose earrings and a colorful beaded choker to pull it all together. You tossed your hair up in a half up half down style and secured it with a pink butterfly clip. You looked on in the mirror approvingly, appreciating how the skinny jeans carved out your curvy figure and how your cropped sweater drew attention to your large breasts. You felt like feminine rage, like a protest to the male gaze. Maybe I want to be seen tonight, you thought feverishly. Maybe I want someone to just take me and break me. Your own thoughts making you blush. Just thoughts you wantonly reassured yourself. You reach for your favorite perfume. A pheromone oil that smells like a sexy watermelon. Fruity yet sensual. You've been obsessed and wearing it every day. You dot some on your wrists and behind your ears along your neck. You begin to gather your things. Backpack, check, purse, check. Phone, headphones, etc. etc. check check check. After you were sure you had all of your necessities, you checked the time and headed out the door. 

The bus ride to the subway was uneventful and only took 10 minutes from your place to the station. The bus was early tonight leaving you having to wait at the subway station for another 25 minutes. Not too bad, although it was a bit cold tonight. After pressing your pass to the reader and heading down on the escalators you observed the desolate station. Florescent lights buzzed and flickered above you, the wind from the tunnel giving you a chill as it whipped past your face like a cold slap. You could feel that heat again rising in your cheeks. There was no one around, so you found a bench towards the end of the station. This is where the last subway car will stop, and you can start there and go through and pick one that was suitable enough to tolerate. You sat down to begin your wait. Glancing around every so often. Not a soul in sight. It was eerie. More often than not, you are a frayed string already unraveled with fear, anxiety, and worry. You mask it well; you would never want a potential predator to see you as prey, so you put on a hard exterior as a front. Hoping you seem unapproachable, that no one sees through your bluff.

The train approaches, you, in a flustered manor, you flail to gather your things. Just an all-around bag lady you think to yourself. So many things to carry. You often worried about people stealing them off you, ripping your laptop bag from you, your purse, your phone. You gulped back the worrisome thoughts and proceeded past the dingy grey steel doors that slid open like a jail cell.

Upon entering the train, your first observations are unordinary. Typical subway. Dark, flickering lights, shady characters, dirty surroundings, graffiti, and unidentifiable smells. You scan the seats, hoping for one in the back. One particular graffiti tag amongst the many scrawled out across the seats walls and ceiling catches your eye. "Cumsok" you can't help but blurt out and chuckle to yourself. Riding the train sure can have its quirks and charms, you think, maybe tonight won't be so bad. Air hisses as the door's close inward behind you and the air brakes release. The train moves forward at a jerking motion. You stagger to keep your footing and proceed to the front of the train car, hoping not to fall. You were klutzy and stumbled through life most days. You didn’t want to trip and end up with your face in a pole like that one time, how embarrassing that had been.  

Passing seats and flickering fluorescent lights above, you note that the train has a thick atmosphere tonight. The air from the doors whipped past once again as the train began its descending route onward. Your hair was blown in your face. You maneuver your head in such a way as to shake it off of your face. Your hands were full. This car is fine, you think, and pretty empty. I'll just stick to this one, I doubt the others are as forgiving. As you make your way back to the seats you see some kind of spill across several seats, it looked wet and sticky and sprawled across several seats leaking to the floor where it shifted as the train car changed speeds and direction. Not wanting to find out what it is, you turn to the section of seats just before the back by the door. As if reading your thoughts, a cheerful voice bellows in front of you.  

"This one's fine." You look up to see a gentleman sitting on one of the bench seats with his head turned towards you, looking back. You see his arm extending out, gesturing to the row of side seats in front of him. How did I not see him? You thought? I must've walked right past him. You were a bit shocked but also felt a sense of guilt or maybe sadness that you hadn’t noticed him before. He was striking, your eyes drawn immediately to his smile. "I don't know what that is back there but these are not so bad" he says with a tilt of his head to you and a grin on his face, that smile, you thought, he’s beautiful. His voice sounds genuine, soft, perhaps alluring even. The thought went as fast as it came. "Oh, thank you!" You found yourself sliding into the seat he had gestured to. A mere seat away from a stranger on an empty train car, yet you felt drawn to him. It was very unlike you as you typically avoided people at all costs. There were just too many fuck-asses in Gotham to think one stranger would be any different. But he was, wasn't he? He looked so innocent and sheepish. Had you seen him before? You think so, perhaps in passing? You wondered if he rides this particular subway often, not knowing you were already thinking about running into him again. He was a breath of fresh air in a polluted world.  

You placed your bags down on the seat next to you on the side furthest away from him leaving space between you two, almost tripping over your feet as you did. Does he want to mug you? Is he just playing nice? You haven't seen that yet but who knows?  Negative thoughts start to brim, you held a healthy skepticism but your confidence wavers as your body betrays your mind. You shoot a quick look over at him, taking in his image, internalizing it. He sat so confidently. His towering frame. One leg crossed over the other and an arm laid out on the head of the chair next to him. He looked so rigid, yet so pliable. Stoic yet shy. He was wearing a beige jacket. A brown knit sweater paired with a white button-down shirt underneath that clung loosely to his chest and hung over his shoulders, along with brown slacks. Something about him made your stomach flip and breath slow. He looked sanguine, unmovable, a force to be reckoned with. His frail yet tall and skinny stature was stoic. Hard with a gentleness you just couldn't define or put into words.  

He looked over, and his eyes caught your gaze. You quickly looked away, unsure of what you were or weren't truly willing to see, not ready. You caught a glimpse of his eyes, a mossy green under a hood of dark brown locks that shifted and swayed ever so slightly with the movements of the train car. He was so handsome, you thought. His smile beamed at you, making your chest rise and fall quicker than normal, your breath caught in your throat. Maybe it was his long hair. You've always loved men with longer hair. An intrusive thought emerged, validating your attraction for longer hair. That’s because you love the feeling of pulling it, of hearing them whimper in ecstasy! You thought to yourself. You don't disagree, but you shoo the thought away regardless, trying to hold your composure. Again, you feel the heat rush to your cheeks and the hairs on your arms, and legs begin to raise, you shiver and cross your legs to try and bring warmth closer to you and quell the sensation you began to feel from your core. This man had a physical power over you. You couldn't begin to understand. You found yourself slyly scooting closer, trying not to be noticed. 

Minutes go by, it seems like hours. Every time the doors on the subway open next to you, a breeze billows through and blows your hair off of your shoulders. Thinking nothing of it, you brush it all to one side with a single push. A strand of hair falls in front of your face tickling your chin and cheek. While brushing the strand behind your ear you catch another glimpse of the kind man in the seats next to you. He is staring at you! Eyes dark, longing and full of want. Fully engaged, no, enamored by your every movement looking on with a curious but balmy gaze. You pretend you didn't see. But something is taking over you, your mind starts racing and you can't control your thoughts. Him looking at you made you feel safe. But it also awakened a primal urge inside you, a lust only reminding you of your earlier thoughts. It made you only want him more.  

You could feel his penetrating gaze as his eyes hungrily roamed your body. You could feel a throbbing sensation now emanating from your core. Normally, having a male stare at you on the train would cause concern, and panic would ensue. This was not that feeling. You felt a rush, a tingle in your extremities. Head spinning, fighting against itself and its better instincts. All you can think is, who is this man, this kind man all alone on the train? And why did I find him so captivating? Why do I find myself unable to think, let alone move within his presence? Why do I feel drawn to him? Like some electrical current only intensified by the space between us. What would happen if you got closer? You quickly harden and think this must be crazy. A man as confident and beautiful as this surely wouldn't waste his time on you. You could only hope. The heat of desire spread across your body, sending shivers down your sides and up your neck. 

You look at your phone, only 30 minutes have passed, the ride was going too fast, a thought you've never had until tonight. "Sorry, I-it's hard for me to talk, I meant to introduce myself. I'm Arthur, " an arm extended out enthusiastically towards you. His hands were pale with balmy pink palms and bumpy weathered knuckles, possibly bruises, and healed cuts. "No worries!" You exclaimed without hesitation. "I know how it can be, trust me!" You said and beamed a smile. You meant to reassure him. "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Arthur!" You reached out to shake his hand. It was cold. You felt the urge well up to warm him, to bring him to you. "Y/N," he said. "I like that." A smile lingered on his lips. You wondered salaciously to yourself how soft they must be pressed to yours, how they must taste and replayed what they looked like, saying your name repeatedly in your mind.  

Not knowing what to say and not wanting to fill the air with awkward small talk but still wanting to hear this man speak, the man with the silky gravel voice, anything would suffice. You both went to speak and caught yourselves in the interruption. "No, it's okay. Go ahead." he uncrossed his leg and lightly patted his knee as he chuckled. "No, no, that's okay, what were you going to say?" You blurted out, needing to hear him speak, craving his cadence. Arthur broke the tension and playfully asked, "So what brings you to ride the subway so late at night? Aren't you scared?" You at first thought this could be perceived as an odd question, threatening even, but you didn't feel that way. You heard concern in his voice masked by humor. It caused a burst of oxytocin to release within you, and you felt fulfilled, welcomed, content with Arthur's presence. He cared about you.  

You had pondered your answer for a moment, thinking of the right words to say. What could you say to draw him in without looking like a fool or a desperate idiot? Your mental struggle must have been visible on your face as he leaned in closer, waiting baited breath for your answer. You spoke, finally unsure of what you'd say. " Well, I work at the Gotham Shelter overnight. So, having to ride the train every night, I've gotten used to it for the most part. But yeah, I do get scared sometimes. The city can be super sketchy, and I've been jumped twice already, so I had to buy mace and stuff to try and protect myself." She felt herself unload, not meaning to trauma dump, but she just felt like she could tell him anything, and he wouldn't just hear her but would actively listen. Hearing her words fully, knowing their weight and value.  

The color left his face, and a look of what can only be described as a mixture of concern, regret, and pure rage crossed his face. "These people are just fucking terrible!" He said looking onward but not in your direction. You noticed that statement changed his demeanor. You wanted so much for him to be happy, to relieve his tension. It was noble, even endearing to know that he respected and cared for you so much that it appeared to have affected him on an emotional level. Something you didn't see a lot these days or at all. You agreed, truly. The people here were shit.  

"Yeah, but I'm ok now!" You said while reaching out a hand, squeezing his knee and giving it a slight shake. "You're here now! And so, I feel safe." You said as you shrugged your shoulders. Arthurs' thousand-yard stare broke as he felt the heat from your hand on his thigh. His face flushed with red as he turned to look at you. A slight smile curled at the corner of his mouth with a longing look awaiting approval. "You feel safe? W-with me?" He questioned. A smile curled on your lips as well. You could sense the sincerity in his voice. This man was peace, you thought. Pure. Genuine. Peace. "I do." You said in almost a whisper, too shy to meet his gaze but peeking up sheepishly seeing his smile cross his face. "Then I will protect you Y/N" he said matter-of-factly. Heat traveled through your body, leaving you panting almost out of breath, breathing heavy. Impure thoughts began racing through your mind again as you caught each other's gaze in what seemed like forever when the bell chimed in over the loud speaker announcing the next stop.  

Your heart dropped as you realized it was your stop. Damn, I did not want to go to work anymore, I'd rather call off and follow this man wherever he wanted to lead me, you cried inside. Arthur stood with a hand out to help you exit before you even had a chance to say this was your stop. Was this his stop, too? You thought. "Thank you," you said and turned to Arthur. "It was so nice having someone to ride the train with tonight for a change!" Arthur took your hand in his to steady you, and as you walked, you could feel his other hand at the small of your back. How kind and generous you thought, followed by thoughts of that hand moving lower and caressing the plumpness of your cheeks or even sliding his hand inside and exploring. You thought you felt his hand twitch, hoped you did, but couldn't be sure.  

I've never met anyone quite like him, you thought. Your mind was at a battle with itself over how kind this person treated you versus the things you wanted to do to him right then and there. But that stopped when the sudden realization came over you that you may never see him again. As the doors closed, you turned on your heels and stepped forward, suddenly changing your mind, but the train began its route once again. You stood at the doors longing for him as you watched his waving silhouette disappear into the darkness of the tunnel. You hoped you’d see him again. 

[trauma-report]

𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙢 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘.               bold:  always  applies.   italic:   sometimes  applies.

𝙞. 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚.    �� love poems.  flickering candles.  conversations in the meadow.  roses.  midnight meetings.  silk dresses.  long phone calls.  spilling your heart out.  curtains blowing in the breeze.  cheap paperbacks.  the sun’s reflection on the water.  smooth jazz.  waiting for something to happen.  blushing cheeks.  kisses in the rain.  faded polaroids.  noses bumping.  floral perfume.  a restless spirit.  oil paintings on canvas.  hiding under an awning during a thunderstorm.  candlelight dinners.  horse drawn carriages.  sunset views.  smeared lipstick.

𝙞𝙞. 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.      streetlights reflected on rainy pavements.  a phone alarm.  rapid texting.  the smell of smoke.  aggression.  the natural instinct to fight.  dramatic reunions.  distant gunfire.  funerals in the rain.  the coppery scent of blood.  solitude.  fierce protective instincts.  doomed to fail.  driving too fast.  near death experiences.  inner turmoil.  running through crowds.  expensive watches.  tired eyes.  overnight plane rides.  cold cups of coffee.  dangerous secrets.  lying through your teeth.  bullet holes.

𝙞𝙞𝙞. 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧.      a distant farmhouse.  congealed blood on the hardwood.  ice picks.  tilted headstones.  bare feet on the carpet.  splintering wood.  masks that hide who you really are underneath.  quiet summer camps.  ghost stories.  locked rooms.  sharp knives.  a full moon.  the scent of rust.  grasping hands searching for something to hold.  last minute decisions.  bags under your eyes.  a cross hung on the wall.  crawling maggots.  the carcass of a dead animal.  an abandoned hotel.  blood-soaked clothes.  broken bones.  the sound of glass shattering.

𝙞𝙫. 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚.      gnarled rope between your fingers as you hold on for dear life.  glittering gold in a dark room.  snakes.  an incoming sandstorm.  the consequences of your actions.  hidden secrets.  an unopened door.  a leap of faith.  squeezing your best friend’s hand.  shelves of dusty books.  ancient curses.  the smell of fire.  crumbling buildings.  complicated puzzles.  mystery novels.  footsteps echoing in a large room.  smudged lenses on glasses.  warm skin.  doing what’s right.  dirt under your fingernails.  scribbled notes.  cobwebs blocking your path.

𝙫. 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙮.      friends you’ve known for years.  crowded comedy clubs.  crescent moons.  open mics.  out of tune pianos.  a messy desk.  leather messenger bags.  stacks of papers.  huge sweaters.  bitten nails.  ordering takeout every night.  dog-eared pages.  unmade beds.  hand movements & broad gestures.  the smell of the subway.  colorful graffiti on brick buildings.  big dreams.  enthusiastic phone calls.  rejection letters.  the heat of stage lights.  pulling pranks.  restless sleep.  cold showers.  laughing until you’re crying.  half-finished ideas.  tiny apartments.  velvet curtains.  cheap alcohol.

tagged by: @heartofglass-mindofstone tagging: I don't know who hasn't been tagged, so just steal it if you like to

[noblemaidenfell]

So I was listening to The Sound of Silence and I really like it for reasons I can’t explain, especially the hard to quantify dystopian blend of modern and ancient spirituality and it reminded me of City of Sorrows by Fernando Ortega which I also really like but don’t completely understand.

//And the people bowed and prayed//To the neon god they made//And the sign flashed out its warning//In the words that it was forming//And the sign said, The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls//And whispered in the sound of silence

//By the waters of Babylon//Still and deep//The sun rose at midnight//I was not asleep//I saw a man with a javelin//A carriage of steel//His eyes burned like sapphires//Wheels turning in wheels

//I saw aluminum angels//Arrayed like a choir//Hailstones falling//Rivers of fire//By the waters of Babylon//I sank down in shame//Covered in ashes//I called out your name

[fritextramole]

i'm falling, won't you catch me?

part 2 of a Serena van der Woodsen playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) ~ ABBA

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?

Rescue Me ~ Fontella Bass

I want your tender charm 'Cause I'm lonely And I'm blue I need you

American Boy ~ Estelle, Kanye West

Let's go shopping, baby, then we'll go to a café Let's go on the subway, take me to your hood I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good

Wouldn’t It Be Nice ~ The Beach Boys

And wouldn't it be nice to live together In the kind of world where we belong? You know it's gonna make it that much better When we can say goodnight and stay together

Something’s Got A Hold On Me ~ Etta James

Let me tell you now I never felt like this before Something's got a hold on me that won't let go

Electric Love ~ BØRNS

Thunder's getting louder and louder Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle I can't let you go now that I got it

Sunny ~ Boney M.

My life was torn like a windblown sand And the rock was formed when you held my hand Sunny one so true, I love you

Bei Mir Bistu Shein ~ Masha Ray

Of all the boys I've known, and I've known some Until I first met you, I was lonesome And when you came in sight, dear, my heart grew light And this old world seemed new to me

Bubble Pop Electric ~ Gwen Stefani, Johnny Vulture

I get this feeling when I'm in love I'm restless, can't you see I try my bestest To be good girl, because it's just us

Two of Hearts ~ Stacey Q

I've got this feelin' that you're going to stay I never knew that it could happen this way Before I met you I was fallin' apart But now at last I really know that we are

Paper Rings ~ Taylor Swift

Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life

You Are The Sunshine Of My Life ~ Stevie Wonder

You must have known that I was lonely Because you came to my rescue And I know that this must be heaven How could so much love be inside of you?

Intertwined ~ dodie

I've pinned each and every hope on you I hope you don't bleed with me I'm afraid of the things in my brain But we can stay here And laugh away the fear

September ~ Earth, Wind & Fire

Love was changin' the minds of pretenders While chasin' the clouds away

Out Of The Woods ~ Taylor Swift

I walked out, I said "I'm setting you free" But the monsters turned out to be just trees When the sun came up you were looking at me

Love song ~ Lana Del Rey

I believe that you see me for who I am So spill my clothes on the floor of your new car Is it safe, is it safe to just be who we are? Oh, be my once in a lifetime

Violet ~ Bad Suns

I'm never lost when I'm with you Except I know that isn't true I call the cab that takes you home Tomorrow I don't wanna know

Little Bit Of Love ~ Kesha

That look on your face Feel like I don't know you anymore

Never Got to Hold You ~ Carly Rae Jepsen

I wanna be the one that's in your arms I wanna feel you I never get to hold you

This House ~ Japanese Breakfast

Well I'm not the one, I was then My life was folded up in half I guess I owe it to the timing of companions I survived the year at all

Rose Petals ~ S. Carey

Hiding in the rose petals Holding on to what you know Hanging from the pedestal Hinging on whether you should go

Last Dance ~ Donna Summer

Yes, it's my last chance For romance tonight I need you by me Beside me to guide me To hold me, to scold me 'Cause when I'm bad, I'm so, so bad

First Love/Late Spring ~ Mitski

And I was so young When I behaved Twenty five Yet now I find I've grown into A tall child

[howlingmidnightmoonlight]

On the streets

I say alot of things when the sun goes down, even the devil knows I lie

I have seen tomorrow in a winter snow fall before midnight drifting carefully

I never understood where I was till it was too late to go home again

I left so long ago, that I am a drifter now coursing through the veins of the city

I wander on the remains of the dead, left in the park, still living feeble dreams

That tomorrow won't be the same, that we might find a little hope to live on

But anyone knows the turth, knows hell is all we will ever see

I loved an angel, but it was too late to show her that I could give all I had

In the morning dust that crawled away from my dried tears I wished once

I saw the river floating down the line, down the time running out in the sands

The hourglass don't lie when it runs dry it pried open life along the seams

Strewn about the shores of the night, starless and broke in the alley

Drank away the blues, tried to starve my soul in the dark

Gave a gold coin to the phantom on the corner for another try at eden

Turned off the moon, found an empty subway haunting neon

A score of years marked my eyes as I wore this time on my brow

Life was a scourge burning pain in the trains heading down south

Brimstone boiled as I suffered in the rain, on the horizon nero played

Dawn rose dancing on a pinhead staring down the stars

Heart stopped too many hours before to even wonder

You got to get on now, you can't sleep here

[bubbydarkstar]

Can you draw Lizz and Cass baking cookies or cake together? I love their character designs and need to see them together moreeee!1!!

oki

ive always wanted to draw an earnest christmas card so here's me living out my dreams

[mogai-sunflowers]

okie dokie here’s a list of all the phosials in my to-do list (including my requests)

gender lit by light filtered through rainbow fairy wings

gender lit by moonlight reflecting off a red rose

gender lit by moonlight reflecting off a bloody red rose

gender lit by black sunlight

gender lit by the sun in a black sky

gender lit by serene, peaceful light

gender lit by the night sky, the twilight sky, and the sun

gender lit by a sunset reflected by the ocean

gender lit by candlelight at twilight

gender lit by a candlelit bookstore at night

gender lit by a night sky filled with lanterns

gender lit by the midnight sun

gender lit by moonlight reflecting off bloody vampire fangs

gender lit by subway lights

gender lit by light filtered through smoke

gender lit by bipan lesbian pride

queer monster light

shadow space being light

gender lit by purple and blue glowing magic and the night sky

gender lit by light filtered through a bloody red rose

gender lit by light filtered through a bloody red rose beneath the night sky

gender lit by stars that are on fire

gender lit by sparks and stardust

[d3adshot]

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐌 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ( bold what applies! )

𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴. love poems. flickering candles. conversations in the meadow. roses. midnight meetings. silk dresses. long phone calls. spilling your heart out. curtains blowing in the breeze. cheap paperbacks. the sun’s reflection on the water. smooth jazz. waiting for something to happen. blushing cheeks. kisses in the rain. faded polaroids. noses bumping. floral perfume. a restless spirit. oil paintings on canvas. hiding under an awning during a thunderstorm. candlelit dinners. horse drawn carriages. sunset views. smeared lipstick.

𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. streetlights reflected on rainy pavements. a phone alarm. rapid texting. the smell of smoke. aggression. the natural instinct to fight. dramatic reunions. distant gunfire. funerals in the rain. the coppery scent of blood. solitude. fierce protective instincts. doomed to fail. driving too fast. near death experiences. inner turmoil. running through crowds. expensive watches. tired eyes. overnight plane rides. cold cups of coffee. dangerous secrets. lying through your teeth. bullet holes.

𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁. a distant farmhouse. congealed blood on the hardwood. ice picks. tilted headstones. bare feet on the carpet. splintering wood. masks that hide who you really are underneath. quiet summer camps. ghost stories. locked rooms. sharp knives. a full moon. the scent of rust. grasping hands searching for something to hold. last minute decisions. bags under your eyes. a cross hung on the wall. crawling maggots. the carcass of a dead animal. an abandoned hotel. blood-soaked clothes. broken bones. the sound of glass shattering.

𝙰𝙳𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴. gnarled rope between your fingers as you hold on for dear life. glittering gold in a dark room. snakes. an incoming sandstorm. the consequences of your actions. hidden secrets. an unopened door. a leap of faith. squeezing your best friend’s hand. shelves of dusty books. ancient curses. the smell of fire. crumbling buildings. complicated puzzles. mystery novels. footsteps echoing in a large room. smudged lenses on glasses. warm skin. doing what’s right. dirt under your fingernails. scribbled notes. cobwebs blocking your path.

𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙳𝚈. friends you’ve known for years. crowded comedy clubs. crescent moons. open mics. out of tune pianos. a messy desk. leather messenger bags. stacks of papers. huge sweaters. bitten nails. ordering takeout every night. dog-eared pages. unmade beds. hand movements and broad gestures. the smell of the subway. colorful graffiti on brick buildings. big dreams. enthusiastic phone calls. rejection letters. the heat of stage lights. pulling pranks. restless sleep. cold showers. laughing until you’re crying. half-finished ideas. tiny apartments. velvet curtains. cheap alcohol.

tagged by @gottesgrauen

tagging @imrauschdertiefe @kettensaege & everyone who hasn't done it by now (i know i'm late)

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stolen from: @triicksters stolen by: tag, you're it!

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐌 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂. bold always applies. italic sometimes applies.

i. romance. love poems - flickering candles - conversations in the meadow - roses - midnight meetings - silk dresses - long phone calls - spilling your heart out - curtains blowing in the breeze - cheap paperbacks - the sun’s reflection on the water - smooth jazz - waiting for something to happen - blushing cheeks - kisses in the rain - faded polaroids - noses bumping - floral perfume - a restless spirit - oil paintings on canvas - hiding under an awning during a thunderstorm - candlelight dinners - horse drawn carriages - sunset views - smeared lipstick.

ii. action. streetlights reflected on rainy pavements - a phone alarm - rapid texting - the smell of smoke - aggression - the natural instinct to fight - dramatic reunions - distant gunfire - funerals in the rain - the coppery scent of blood - solitude - fierce protective instincts - doomed to fail - driving too fast - near death experiences - inner turmoil - running through crowds - expensive watches - tired eyes - overnight plane rides - cold cups of coffee - dangerous secrets - lying through your teeth - bullet holes.

ii. horror. a distant farmhouse - congealed blood on the hardwood - ice picks - tilted headstones - bare feet on the carpet - splintering wood - masks that hide who you really are underneath - quiet summer camps - ghost stories - locked rooms - sharp knives - a full moon - the scent of rust - grasping hands searching for something to hold - last minute decisions - bags under your eyes - a cross hung on the wall - crawling maggots - the carcass of a dead animal - an abandoned hotel - blood-soaked clothes - broken bones - the sound of glass shattering.

iv. adventure. gnarled rope between your fingers as you hold on for dear life - glittering gold in a dark room - snakes - an incoming sandstorm - the consequences of your actions - hidden secrets - an unopened door - a leap of faith - squeezing your best friend’s hand - shelves of dusty books - ancient curses - the smell of fire - crumbling buildings - complicated puzzles - mystery novels - footsteps echoing in a large room - smudged lenses on glasses - warm skin - doing what’s right - dirt under your fingernails - scribbled notes - cobwebs blocking your path.

v. comedy. friends you’ve known for years - crowded comedy clubs - crescent moons - open mics - out of tune pianos - a messy desk - leather messenger bags - stacks of papers - huge sweaters - bitten nails - ordering takeout every night - dog-eared pages - unmade beds - hand movements & broad gestures - the smell of the subway - colorful graffiti on brick buildings - big dreams - enthusiastic phone calls - rejection letters - the heat of stage lights - pulling pranks - restless sleep - cold showers - laughing until you’re crying - half-finished ideas - tiny apartments - velvet curtains - cheap alcohol.

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Maroon and Jake Gyllenhaal: A theory

Jake Gyllenhaal is friends with Adam Levine who fronts a "band" called Maroon 5. Case closed.

Okay seriously this time. Since Taylor recently mentioned that Maroon was about something that happened "years ago", I think we can safely assume that it's not about JA since that breakup only happened recently. And yes I believe the song was written in the wake of a breakup, cf. "and I wake with your memory over me".

Taylor wears the Red TV ring in the Midnights Mayhem With Me video where she reveals Maroon.

Rosé, burgundy, blood, scarlet, carnations, roses, rubies, MAROON -> Re-e-e-ed imagery everywhere

"When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf" -> Jake has many indie records (much cooler than hers)

Also Jake is a fan of incense:

"The one I was dancing with in New York" -> Jake and Taylor spent most of their time together in New York

"The mark thеy saw on my collarbone" -> yes I know Harry did dance barefoot with Taylor in New York and there's a picture with a hickey from that time period, but again Jake and Taylor spent most of their date in New York, they also danced (see All Too Well), and they evidently got sensual occasionally (see Treacherous), so these are very likely to not be exclusive to Harry. I am also NOT going through pap pics from 2010 to look for a hickey.

"The rust that grew between telephones" -> they broke up when Jake didn't come to Taylor's birthday; also see "You called me later, "I'm sorry I didn't make it", and I said, "I'm sorry too", and that was the moment I knew"; "Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting"; and general focus on the fact that they were in different cities after the breakup in I Almost Do, I Bet You Think About Me etc.

"You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway" -> "Were you standing in the hallway with a big cake? Happy birthday"

Now the biggest question: Why would literal descendant of Hollywood royalty Jake Gyllenhaal have a roommate? I don't think this was a roommate in the "broke college students renting an apartment together" sense, but rather he had a friend with whom he lived together in New York. This might not be normal celebrity behaviour, but then again 2010s Jake was a cool-indie-music-concert hipster. For example, Jake seems to have a penchant for taking the subway although he literally does not need to. There are also some rumours that Jake lived together with a male friend (and of course that feeds into the homosexual rumours) which I will not address here.