To say my grandmother was eccentric is an exercise in gross understatement. Particular to the point of painful, she needed everything done just so, or she would throw impressive fits, and claim she would never speak to the perpetrator again.
The Signs as Beyoncé's Lemonade Monologue feat. poetry by Warsan Shire
The audience applauds... but we can't hear them.
Grandmother, the alchemist. You spun gold out of this hard life. Conjured beauty from the things left behind. Found healing where it did not live. Discovered the antidote in your own kitchen. Broke the curse with your own two hands. You passed these instructions down to your daughter. Who then passed it down to her daughter.
You are terrifying...and strange...and beautiful. Magic.
The scar heals into a smile. The man I love pulls the stitches out with his fingernails. We leave black sutures curling on the side of the bath. I wake as the second girl crawls headfirst up my throat. A flower blossoming out of the hole in my face.
If it’s truly what you want, I can wear her skin over mine, her hair over mine, her hands as gloves, her teeth as confetti, her scalp... a cap, her sternum, my bedazzled cane... We can pose for a photograph, all three of us, immortalized. You and your perfect girl.
Baptize me... now that reconciliation is possible. If we're gonna heal, let it be glorious. One thousand girls raise their arms. Do you remember being born? Are you thankful? Are the hips that cracked, the deep velvet of your mother... and her mother... and her mother? There is a curse that will be broken.
I don't know when love became elusive. What I know is no one I know has it. My father's arms around my mother's neck. Fruit too ripe to eat. I think of lovers as trees... growing to and from one another. Searching for the same light. Why can't you see me? Why can't you see me? (Why can't you) Why can't you see me? Everyone else can.
And my torturer became my remedy. So we're gonna heal, we're gonna start again. You've brought the orchestra. Synchronized swimmers, you are the magician. Pull me back together again the way you cut me in half. Make the woman in doubt disappear. Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk, knot after knot after knot.
Why do you deny yourself heaven? Why do you consider yourself undeserving? Why are you afraid of love? You think it's not possible for someone like you. But you are the love of my life...love of my life...the love of my life...the love of my life.
Film, star, beauty. How to wear your mother's lipstick. You go to the bathroom to apply the lipstick. Somewhere no one can find you. You must wear it like she wears disappointment on her face. Your mother is a woman. And women like her can not be contained.
Her God is listening. Her heaven would be a love without betrayal. Ashes to ashes...dust to side chicks.
She sleeps all day, dreams of you in both worlds, tills the blood in and out of uterus,wakes up smelling of zinc. Grief sedated by orgasm, orgasm heightened by grief.
Hey, just passing by to tell you that, what the Fuck, Lance is 17, you're an awful human being :)
Thank you so much for getting rid of my writer’s block! Enjoy reading! :)
The Blue Paladin stared into his boyfriend’s gray eyes, feeling guilty for believing if they had confessed their relationship to the team they would be frowned upon. Lance couldn’t bear the thought of losing the respect of his loved ones. He had been bottling it all up; his desire to know the truth. And now, this was it, his chance to come clean to Shiro—his beloved Kashi.
“Kashi, baby, please tell me the truth,” Lance spoke apprehensively. “Am I too young for you?”
Shiro stared into those beautiful blue eyes in confusion, wondering what brought this strange question up. “What makes you say that, Kitten?”
“I… I don’t know. But I just think that—”
Suddenly, mid-sentence, Shiro placed his big palms over Lance’s shoulders, leaving the rest of the Blue Paladin’s words to remain unspoken. “Listen carefully; if you were ‘too young’ for me, you wouldn’t be reliable or levelheaded, but you are, Lance. You are a strong, smart and independent young man, and I love you.”
“You don’t think they’ll find it weird that we’re dating?” Lance asked, holding onto Shiro’s wrists to pull away, but it was useless, his boyfriend’s grip was firm.
“Who, the team?” Shiro asked.
“Well, yeah. But others too…”
Then, Shiro’s tight grip loosened on Lance’s shoulders, moving his hands upward to gently cup the Blue Paladin’s cheeks in his hands. “Do you love me, Lance?”
“Yes, of course! I love you so much!” the Blue Paladin genuinely replied, earning a fond smile from his lover.
“Well, then, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. As long as they know that you and I both love each other just the same, everything is okay. Right?”
Lance smiled at Shiro’s reassuring words. This is what he needed to hear; that there was absolutely nothing wrong about their relationship; that it was healthy and comforting; that there was mutual understanding and respect. Because having someone like Shiro—a very patient and caring man—was difficult to find, but Lance couldn’t be happier.
“Yeah, you’re right,” he agreed, leaning in for a kiss. “Thank you, Kashi. I love you.”
Three SERIOUSLY UNDERRATED Movies I just watched recently:
1. Strange Magic
A work by freaking Lucasfilm/George Lucas himself!
Did not expect it to be a musical, very much cringe worthy—but once you look past that, this movie has stunningly beautiful animation!
Not to mention the plot is actually kind of interesting. THIS coming from the same man who brought us STAR WARS and we know how well those relationships work out half of the time *cough* Anidala *cough*—but it is a movie ENTIRELY about LOVE! I kid you not.
Though a few places are indeed very very much a cringe, other parts have me squealing like a fangirl! I wish I would have heard about it sooner!
So I guess 2013-2014 were just the years to have stunning visual animation for forest-related characters, in movies that both basically flop in the box office.
Epic was a little slow at times, but it was funny, unique, and had a few very memorable characters!
I will not lie to you, I am a sucker for ships, and Ronin and Queen Tara never cease to make my heart ache for a whole week after I watch this movie. T_T If you watch for nothing else, at least enjoy the beautiful visuals, A-list voice acting cast, and the FRICKING relationship between the Queen and the most badass guy in this whole movie!
3. Book of Life
So, aside from slamming me with the crippling nostalgia of watching El Tigre on Nickelodeon as a kid, this movie is witty, gorgeous, and (again unfortunately) more of a musical than I typically look for.
STILL! I cannot believe it took me THIS long to watch it! It was fun, exciting, and busted all sorts of chops for various people and stereotypes.
Plus, the fandom for this movie is ridiculously awesome! Jorge R. Gutierrez is very open with the fans with his info/rumors of sequels, and the voice cast nearly killed me. Channing Tatum was one thing, but DIEGO LUNA is the main character! We’re talking Cassian Andor with more than 5 lines of dialogue and a leading role!
And let me tell you about La Muerte and Xibalba—the OTP I didn’t know existed or that I needed in my life—their personalities are so different from what I was expecting and I love everything this movie did to make me think vs what I saw.
Plus it is produced by Guillermo Del Toro—I’ve been seeing his name so much recently—seriously, what does this guy not do!?
So those are the 3. This is just my opinions of things based on recent exposure to the films, and they aren’t the best movies I’ve ever seen by far, but they were enough to be exciting and they definitely deserve more love than they were given! —or at least more exposure so it didn’t take me this long to watch…
Briseis told stories too, strange and dreamlike—tales of enchantment, of gods spellbound by magic and mortals who blundered upon them unawares; the gods were strange, half man and half animal: rural deities, not the high gods that the city worshipped. They were beautiful, these tales, told in her low singsong voice.
Hello! Can I have a BTS reaction of them cheating on their s/o and breaking up and her moving on and them trying to get her back? Something angst! Thank you!!😘
Yes yes~ I’ll make it super angsty.
Also, I tend to make (Y/n) a girl, since I-myself-am a girl. If y’all fellas have a request please don’t be shy~ Tell me you would like a request where (Y/n) is a male, I don’t want y’all to feel left out.
BTS: Reaction to cheating on you and breaking up with you. You move on and they try to get you back. But they can’t have you back because… (aka the longest title in history)
♥Jin: What was wrong with him? How could he do such an awful thing to the most beautiful, genuinely sweet person in the world? He betrayed the definition of perfect. How could he ever convince you to come back to him? After a long hard day of work and overthinking, he headed to the apartment you shared many memories in. The same “Welcome” mat was in front of the door, and he almost immediately cried. He thought of all the times he’s tripped over that thing, and the times you’d cutely stomp your wet shoes on it before walking inside.
He had the balls to knock on that door. He tapped his foot as he counted the seconds it took for the door to be answered. Staring at the ground he thought of running, but it was too late when he saw light in front of him. He lifted his head and went to speak, but there he saw a shirtless man, running his fingers through his hair.
“Babe? Who is it?” Your voice sounded from the kitchen. Jin’s heart shattered to pieces.
“Uhmm… Just tell her this is for her.” Jin said in a soft voice before lifelessly blowing a kiss. He then turned and walked away.
♥Yoongi: He knew he messed up. He knew from the start that it was a bad idea. But he was possessed by another woman, and intoxicated. It’s been months since he’s seen you and with each passing minute he felt himself breaking apart from the inside out. He needed you, he craved your sweet sweet smiles and kisses. He knew how you’d react, he knew he’d only get pushed away but he had to try. He missed you, and he still loved you.
He walked up to your front door, but there was a vacant sign. He went on a crazy hunt for you, asking all your friends and parents what couldn’t happened to you. But all they did was give him dirty looks.
“Why don’t you check the bone-yard? You filthy dog.” Your father responded to him. But what Yoongi didn’t understand was, the truth in that statement. His last destination, the graveyard, is where he fell to pieces. A tombstone that had your name was the last thing he expected. You were killed in an accident. Yoongi felt as if he truly did betray you. If he didn’t leave you, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Or maybe you both would’ve gotten killed and he’d still be happily with you wherever you ended up.
Hey laid next to your grave and cried silently, occasionally letting out whimpers and slowly falling into a deep sleep.
♥Namjoon: It all started with that party. He remembered clearly, the words you spoke to him before he left. “Be careful Joonie~ Don’t drink too much. Call me when you need to pick me up. And no other girls ok?” Your voice was so sweet, how could he promise you he’d stay loyal to your words, but break it so easily? He met a tall, blonde girl at the party. Nice legs, nice breasts, how could he resist? After that night, it slowly became more than just sex. And he told you about it. He felt so right but so wrong. And after a month of not seeing you, he realized he seriously fucked up.
He was in deep emotional shit. Staring at his lifeless self in the mirror. Scruff outlining his face and the scent of alcohol lingering in the air. He felt petite arms wrap around him and he felt angry. It was her fault that he left the most wonderful woman in the world. He threw her arms off him and ran outside. White t-shirt, red boxers, and no cares in the world. He wanted you back.
He drove to your house, crying and thinking of what to say. His mind was scrambled. He got to your house, and eyed you as you pulled fresh oranges out of the orange tree you raised together since you were kids. He smiled big, but his smile completely went away when he saw a man come up behind you and hug you tight. He was squeezing you and spinning you, and you were genuinely laughing. You moved on. His heart broke into the tiniest pieces and he watched you for a long time before driving up a mountain, somewhere he went with you all the time to forget the bad things in life.
♥Hoseok: You were his hope. And that’s saying a lot, considering he WAS hope himself. You’ve helped him through so much, the good and the bad, and you never left his side. But he left yours. A 3 month long tour, and he met a girl in Jamaica. God was she beautiful. But no matter how beautiful he thought she was, his mind kept wondering back to you. He loved how happy and bright you were all of the time. How shameless you were, and how you were just yourself all of the time.
His Jamaican girlfriend moved to Seoul to be with him, but he felt wrong about it. As he laid in bed with her arms wrapped around him, he thought of you, sleeping all cute and cuddled up to that teddy bear he bought you when you were sick. He started to smile and noticeably, he started crying. He kissed his girlfriend to try and forget. After a ton of perfect kisses, he made his decision. “I don’t love you.” He told her honestly. He stood up and got dressed. He had to see your beautiful smile even if you just rejected him. He stopped at a store for flowers, where he strangely ran into you. “(Y/n)…” He whispered and grabbed your hands, tearing up. “Baby it’s me-it’s Hobi-” He was cut off when a man wrapped his arm around your neck.
“Is this guy bothering you darling?” The man spoke to you in such a way that made Hoseok want to strangle him. Of course, he wouldn’t go to such measures.
“No, I think he’s just confused…” You gave Hoseok a sympathetic look, but you couldn’t forget what he did to you. So you shook his hands off and wrapped your arm around your boyfriends torso. “Let’s go.” You walked off with him, not even caring to glance back. You left Hoseok there, wrecked as if he’d just been hit by lightening.
♥Jimin: It’s like he was being haunted. Every time he slept, or had sex with his girlfriend, or ate a meal… anything he did, he thought of you. He thought he was over you. So he decided to go to see you. He wanted to tell you how he felt, and that he wanted you to get out of his head. But the second he saw your gorgeous face, he started remember. He was so, helplessly in love. “Oh, Jimin? Do you need something?” The way you spoke to him as if nothing happened between you hurt him so much.
“(Y/n) do you hate me?” He asked, his voice cracking. You just smiled in response.
“You know I don’t hate anyone. I… I hate what you did. But, Jimin I’m over it. We just weren’t meant to be is all.” You said while putting potted flowers on shelves in your flower shop that you once owned together. He panicked as you spoke. You were over him??
“No, (Y/n) I still love-” He was cut off by the bell, letting you know a customer entered the building.
“Oh~ Hi baby!” You said with the cutest tone that drove Jimin crazy. Only this time, the crazy it drove him was negative. He saw you run into the arms of a guy he’s never seen before. He was so heart broken.
“I’ll leave…” He said quietly, in his deep accented voice before storming out of the building.
♥Taehyung: He tapped his pencil against his lined paper gently, getting more furious as time passed by. He was writing out a list. he was hoping that writing out a list of all the bad things you’ve done to him would help him forget about you so he could go along with his new girlfriend. He couldn’t think of a single thing. All he thought of was positives. The time you picked him up from dance practice with Boba tea, and all the times you stood backstage just to hear the same songs over and over again, all for him. Every sound you made, every step you took. Every time your soft lips touched his own.
He started melting into his thoughts, and he laid his head on his paper that had a single word on it, “(Y/n).” He started chuckling every time he thought of a cute memory. His eyes filled with tears, and soon his paper was soaked. He could no longer write on it. He grabbed his phone and chewed on his lip roughly. He stared at your contact, which still had that cursed picture of you two kissing. He hesitantly but surely clicked the call button.
Ring… ring… rin- “Hello? Taehyungie?” You answered the phone in a tired. voice.
“(Y/n)… I uh, I know it’s late… But I wanted to talk to you…” He mumbled.
“Yeah sure, hold on just a sec. Hey baby, I’ll be right there let me just take this call.” You spoke away from the phone, but Taehyung clearly heard you. His breath hitched and he thought he lost himself for a moment.
“Baby?” He carefully asked.
“Yeah, I’m going out tonight for my 2 month with my boyfriend. Anyway, what was it that you needed?” You asked through the phone. He couldn’t answer. He quickly hung up the phone and started to slowly hyperventilate. How could this happen to him? He officially lost the best thing that has ever happened to him…
♥Jungkook: He was paralyzed. Standing in front of a woman he thought he loved, and holding her hands, his voice caught in his throat. The audience waited a whole minute before his wife-to-be cleared her throat at him. He refocused, and immediately said, “I can’t marry you.” He let go of her hands. He knew the real love of his life was probably laying on her couch, watching some sad movie like she did the past 2 months after the breakup.
He knew he cheated, he knew he did wrong but he needed to get you back, he was determined. He walked into your work, remembering your exact days and hours. As he stood in front of your office door, his soul left his body. There was a table set up with pictures and notes. Flowers even. His voice became uneven and he asked one of your coworkers where you were.
“You didn’t know? Well she… she died a few weeks ago. I heard it was suicide but I’m not too sure.” She said nonchalantly and shrugged. She then continued on her day, not caring about the boy who was having a practical mental breakdown in the office. He cried in front of the table, staring at a specific picture of you and him. He couldn’t believe that picture even still existed.
“Gone…” He whispered to himself over and over again as he slowly realized that he truly lost you for good. He let his world slip right through his fingers. When he went home that night, he sat in front of a candle in the middle of his room, that being the only light source he got. It was your favorite scent. “I’m sorry (Y/n)… I’ll see you soon.” And a trigger was pulled.
* it was your first date that he fell in love with your laugh
* You two were walking in the park
* There was a little snow covering the ground from the now passed winter
* Yoosung smiled and talked with you while you held hands
* His blush was as red as your infinity scarf
* The side walk fit you two perfectly
* But it was a little slick
* You had chuckled earlier but!
* It wasn’t until you both stepped on a patch of ice and fell onto each other and the sidewalk that you really laughed
* “O-oh! Mc I’m sorry I didn’t- are you laughing?”
* You couldn’t help it, his hair clips had half fallen out, your scarf was caught on his jacket zipper, and he looked so flustered and cute
* So there you were, half laying on top of him on an icy sidewalk, crying laughing
* It takes a moment before he starts cracking up laughing too
* He can’t stop himself from giving you a hug while you laugh
* He thinks your laugh is infectious and perfect
- You were sitting on the couch together watching Mulan cause why not??
- During the movie his phone kept buzzing
- Somehow, his number was tweeted out and he was getting so many texts and calls from everyone
- At first it was a little surprising
- BZZZT BZZZT
- “Zen you got a text”
- “I don’t know this number mc..”
- BZZZT BZZT BZZZT BZZT BZZZT
- “Pfft who keeps texting you?”
- BZZT BZZZT BZZZT
- “Oh my gosh I don’t know?! I KEEP GETTING NUDES FROM RANDOM NUMBERS”
- Then the movie was sounding
- ~LETS GET DOWN TO BUSINESS~
- “…. wait what”
- “ SOMEONE TWEETED MY NUMBER”
- BZZT BZZZT BZZT BZZT
- ~TO DEFEAT~
- At this point you were starting to hold your laugh
- BZZT BZZT
- “MC I KEEP GETTING DICK PICS!!”
- ~THE HUNS~
- You started with a giggle then moved to a belly laugh
- To him, the phone buzzing and the movie sounding was zoned out as he focused on your laugh
- He felt his heart swell and he smiled lovingly at you
- He thinks your laugh is beautiful
* You were sitting checking your phone while she was answering emails
* Her laptop dings with another notification
* “Mc I got this strange email.. can you check this.”
* “What is it Jahee?”
* “It’s a CGI frog?? Riding a unicycle I believe”
* You grinned like an idiot while you walked over to her laptop
* “Ah it’s just dat boi Jahee”
* “What boy?”
* “That’s the frogs name.”
* She looked at it for a moment
* “Is it an internet me-me”
* Once she said meme wrong you lost it
* You doubled over in laughter and laid breathless
* She laughed at your adorable laugh and helped you up
* “I know it’s meme Mc, I hear you and seven talk about them. I’m glad to hear your laugh though.”
* She placed a kiss on your cheek as you wiped a tear from your eye
* She thinks your laugh is unique
- We all know he’s got a little bit of a strange sense of humor
- But you love him anyway
- He heard your laugh while at the penthouse
- You two and the cat were all in the kitchen
- He was making pancakes for breakfast
- Good good man
- You feel your phone start to buzz and your ringtone turns on
- “It’s zen” you say as you put it on silent and stick it back in your pocket
- He chuckles a little at that
- He turned from the stove and looked at you stone faced
- “Oh hello I’m zen. Do you like my pony tail? Am I not too beautiful? *sigh* Jumin you need to stop being smart. Mc I’ll save you. God cursed me with these looks so I’m gonna complain to everyone in the chat.”
- You start cracking up laughing
- He smiles and chuckles at you
- Jumin walks up and wraps his arms around you contented
- “Mc, I can’t believe I have an angel with me.”
- You laugh and snort a little as he places a kiss on your head
- He thinks your laugh is angelic
* this boi is the joke king!!!
* How could you not laugh all the time with him???
* He’s heard you laugh a little over the phone and seen you on the camera, but never together
* He first experiences it when you two shared the apartment
* He was ignoring you so you went to the kitchen to get snacks
* But since you were lonely
* You were talking to yourself
* It started out quiet
* But because you are so extra
* You were talking to yourself louder
* He hears you speak “O hahah you think you’ll conquer the world”
* He pulls his head phones down and assumes your speaking to him
* “Mc I told you to let me- what?”
* When he turned around he didn’t see you
* So who are you talking to????
* He quickly and quietly walks to where your speaking is coming from.
* When he peeks inside the kitchen, he sees you talking and interacting with yourself
* You pick up a butter knife and point it at an imaginary villain
* “Knife to meat you, im-pasta. You’re not going to have a gouda time! Pfft c-cause *snort* I play C.O.D!!”
* You start laughing at your own stupid puns
* You fall onto the ground laughing and saying more puns
* “I’ve got a beef with you, spaghetti outta here you veal-ain”
* At this point saeyoung is holding his hands over his mouth while hidden in the door way
* You’re too cute
* He thinks your laugh needs to be protected
I made it to 100+ followers and I’m so happy! As promised I’m going to post a quick sneak peek of my newest fanfiction that’s coming out in June!!
Shiro finds the blue paladin, who is the last surviving altean from an escaped clan. Allura loses her shit, Coran goes into protective uncle mode, Keith is fucking shocked by this boy’s beauty, pidge is obsessed with his strange anatomy, and Hunk is excited to have a chill friendly alien that’s laid back and nice. Shiro feels love at first sight and was the first to encounter the younger man.
Lance,the last living pure blood altean from the Mcclain clan, had finally caught a break from Galra troops chasing him around and decided to go restock on supplies in a space mall only to be recognized by a security guard. While getting shot at, a stray blast hits a piece of machinery in a nearby shop, causing it to blow up and send Lance flying straight into a stranger. He felt a recent wound open and the world around him darkened.
Imagine being Viserys’s wife and queen of the Seven Kingdoms where you are known for your feisty yet caring nature.
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You have no idea how much I’ve missed your imagines!! I was wondering if you could do an AU plot where Viserys is Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and the reader is ruling with him as his Queen? ♥ Hope you’re having a wonderful week and thanks in advance, darling~!
I tried to make a home outta you.
But doors lead to trapdoors. A stairway leads to nothing.
Unknown women wander the hallways at night.
Where do you go when you go quiet?
You remind me of my father, a magician. Able to exist in two places at once.
In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3AM and lie to me.
What are you hiding? The past, and the future merge to meet us here.
What luck. What a fucking curse.
I tried to change.
Closed my mouth more.
Tried to be soft, prettier.
Fasted for 60 days.
Abstained from mirrors.
Abstained from sex.
Slowly did not speak another word.
In that time my hair grew past my ankles.
I slept on a mat on the floor.
I swallowed a sword.
I levitated… into the basement, I confessed my sins and was baptized in a river.
Got on my knees and said, “Amen.” And said I mean. I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet.
I threw myself into a volcano.
I drank the blood and drank the wine.
I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist for God.
I crossed myself and thought… I saw the devil.
I grew thickened skin on my feet.
I bathed…in bleach and plugged my menses with pages from the Holy Book.
But still inside me coiled deep was the need to know.
Are you cheating? Are you cheating on me?
If this what you truly want.
I can wear her skin…over mine.
Her hair, over mine.
Her hands as gloves.
Her teeth as confetti.
Her scalp, a cap.
Her sternum, my bedazzled cane.
We can pose for a photograph.
All three of us, immortalized.
You and your perfect girl.
I don’t know when love became elusive.
What I know is no one I know has it.
My father’s arms around my mother’s neck.
Fruit too ripe to eat.
I think of lovers as trees…
…growing to and from one another.
Searching for the same light.
Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me? (Why can’t you) Why can’t you see me? Everyone else can.
So what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you’ve killed me?
Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted, most bomb pussy, who because of me, sleep evaded. Her shroud is loneliness.
Her God was listening.
Her heaven would be a love without betrayal.
Ashes to ashes…dust to side chicks.
She sleeps all day…dreams of you in both worlds.
Tills the blood in and out of uterus. Wakes up smelling of zinc.
Grief, sedated by orgasm.
Orgasm heightened by grief.
God was in the room when the man said to the woman, “I love you so much. Wrap your legs around me and pull me in, pull me in, pull me in.”
Sometimes when he’d have her nipple in his mouth, she’d whisper, “Oh my God.” That, too, is a form of worship.
Her hips grind pestle and mortar, cinnamon and cloves, whenever he pulls out.
Dear moon, we blame you for floods…for the flush of blood…for men who are also wolves. We blame you for the night, for the dark, for the ghosts.
Every nightmare…anyone has ever had.
You find the black tube inside her beauty case.
Where she keeps your father’s old prison letters.
You desperately want to look like her.
You look nothing like your mother.
You look everything like your mother.
Film star, beauty.
How to wear your mother’s lipstick.
You go to the bathroom to apply the lipstick.
Somewhere no one can find you.
You must wear it like she wears disappointment on her face.
Your mother is a woman.
And women like her can not be contained.
Mother dearest, let me inherit the Earth.
Teach me how to make him beg.
Let me make up for the years he made you wait.
Did he bend your reflection?
Did he make you forget your own name?
Did he convince you he was a God?
Did you get on your knees daily?
Do his eyes close like doors?
Are you a slave to the back of his head?
Am I talking about your husband or your father?
He bathes me…
…until I forget their names…and faces.
I ask him to look me in the eye when I come…home.
Why do you deny yourself heaven?
Why do you consider yourself undeserving?
Why are you afraid of love? You think it’s not possible for someone like you.
But you are the love of my life…love of my life…the love of my life…the love of my life.
…now that reconciliation is possible.
If we’re gonna heal, let it be glorious.
One thousand girls raise their arms.
Do you remember being born?
Are you thankful?
Are the hips that cracked…
…the deep velvet of your mother…
…and her mother…
…and her mother?
There is a curse that will be broken.
You are terrifying…
The nail technician pushes my cuticles back…
…turns my hand over, stretches the skin on my palm and says:
“I see your daughters, and their daughters.”
That night in a dream the first girl emerges from a slit in my stomach.
The scar heals into a smile.
The man I love pulls the stitches out with his fingernails.
We leave black sutures curling on the side of the bath.
I wake as the second girl crawls headfirst up my throat.
A flower blossoming out of the hole in my face.
Take one pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of eight lemons…
…the zest of half lemon.
Pour the water from one jug, then into the other, several times.
Strain through a clean napkin.
Grandmother, the alchemist.
You spun gold out of this hard life.
Conjured beauty from the things left behind.
Found healing where it did not live.
Discovered the antidote in your own kitchen.
Broke the curse with your own two hands.
You passed these instructions down to your daughter.
Who then passed it down to her daughter.
My grandma said, nothing real can be threatened.
True love brought salvation back into me.
With every tear came redemption.
And my torturer became my remedy.
So we’re gonna heal, we’re gonna start again.
You’ve brought the orchestra.
Synchronized swimmers, you are the magician.
Pull me back together again the way you cut me in half.
Make the woman in doubt disappear.
Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk, knot after knot after knot.
The audience applauds…
…but we can’t hear them.
A little drabble inspired by @ripplestitchskein… and also beacuse I would love to have Blackbeard in Storybrooke.
“If it isn’t the glorified canon fodder!”
Killian heard the bane of his existence
before he saw him. He’d entered Granny’s with the hope of having a quiet drink
before heading home, hoping it gave Emma’s mother enough time to pack up her
monstrous wedding planning folder and leave them in peace. He should have known
he wouldn’t be so lucky.
Killian swiveled in his stool to face the
man occupying the booth near the back of the diner.
“I see you’re still amongst the living. How
unfortunate.” Killian snarked as he made his way over to sit himself opposite
“I thought I’d try to find the appeal of
this hideous town and I’ve got to tell you, Hook. I’m coming up short.”
“No surprise there. You always were on the
“Says the pirate incapable of holding onto
Granny appeared with two glasses and a
bottle of rum, placing them wordlessly onto the table before disappearing
“That depends on your definition of
treasure.” Killian poured them each a generous serving.
“Remind me. How many times now have you
lost your ship to me?” Blackbeard asked smugly.
“Enough times to know I always end up
getting her back.”
“Is that a wager I sense, Hook?”
“You sure you’ve got the knack for it?
You’re looking rather down and out, mate.”
Blackbeard’s eyes bored into him before
“Cards or dice?”
“Whichever you feel more confident in. I’ll
be winning either way.”
“Strong words from such a weak pirate.”
Blackbeard taunted as he pulled two dice from his pocket.
“You’re not going to throw a child’s tantrum
once I wipe the floor with you, are you?”
“If it’s a duel you’re after, I’ll be happy
to splay your defeated carcass out on this strangely tiled floor, just say the
Killian chuckled with fire in his eyes; a spark
of that old bloodthirsty villain within rising to the man’s bait.
“Just roll the damn dice, old man.”
Emma heard the loud, boisterous and off-key
bellows of their duet as she trudged across the wooden deck to the water’s
edge, looming over their seated silhouette’s observing the tide in the
“Ah! There she is. The love of my life. My
beautiful Swan.” Killian greeted her drunkenly.
“So this is the Mrs?”
“Uh… hi?” Emma greeted, confused as to who
the hell Killian was with.
“Emma, love. This horrid sight is
Blackbeard? He’s not like… some weird uncle of yours or something, is he?’”
“Not a chance!”
“Me?! Related to that mongrel?!” Both men
objected at her question with vigour.
“So you’re the woman this pathetic sailor
lost his ship to me twice for. She’s a sight to behold, I’ll give you that,
“Show some respect.” Killian growled.
Blackbeard turned back to a confused Emma
with a sloppy smirk, failing in his attempts to look seductive.
“Darling, if it’s a real pirate you wanted,
I’d be more than happy to grant you the experience of a night with a true
“I will throw you into the water, don’t
tempt me.” Killian warned, humour gone from his features.
“Sorry but I like my pirates clean, dashing
and in their prime.” Emma threw back at the man.
Blackbeard surprised them both by letting
out a guttural laugh, slapping Killian’s knee in the process.
“She is also very cold and wanting to go
home. Come on, Killian. Let’s get you back.”
Killian agreed as he wrestled himself into
a standing position and wrapping his arm around Emma’s shoulders.
“I don’t suppose you’ve got a spare bunk
for me to bed down on for the night?”
“Your barnacle encrusted backside is coming
nowhere near our home.”
“Ah yes. I forgot. You traded the sea for
bricks and mortar. Probably for the best then. Only a true seaman can sleep
soundly with the rocking of the waves.”
“Try not to drown, old man.” Killian left
him as he and Emma turned from the docks and headed home.
It was two days later when the couple crossed
paths with Blackbeard again as they headed down main street.
“I thought I could smell a traitor.”
“Why are you still breathing? I’d have
thought you’d have keeled over by now.”
“Oh, the first of us to go will be you
considering how soft you’ve gotten. I’d offer to do it now but I don’t want
your yellow bellied innards soiling my sword.”
“Say the word, Blackbeard. I’ll happily put
you out of your misery like the tired old sea-dog you are.”
“You keep dreaming big, Hook.” Blackbeard
turned and began to walk away as if their presence wasn’t worth his time.
“You’re on borrowed time, remember that!”
Killian muttered curses about the ‘scurvy riddled
cretin’ as he turned back to an open mouthed Emma.
“I don’t get it. You two were making with
the singing and drunken antics the other night. What happened?”
“It’s a pirate thing, love. It’s just the
way it is.” He explained, rather embarrassed.
Emma shook her head, not understand the
strange relationship her fiancé held with the other notorious pirate in town one bit.
Scenario: I’m a photographer for this big fancy wedding so I’m going around and snapping pictures of everyone and oh wow you are so incredibly otherworldly in your beauty and oops turns out I end up taking more pictures of you than the happy couple Genre: Fluff Word Count: 8,592 Author’s Note: Jayesslee’s Sonia Lee & Andy Yang’s wedding video and the wedding from (500) Days of Summer both played a big inspiration for the making of this story. I just love outdoor weddings okay. In Media Res is latin for “in the middle of things”.
There’s something about a camera that has always fascinated Jungkook, as well as the mechanics that come along with owning and being able to operate one at his will. The idea that he could physically capture a moment or a memory within the confines of a tangible object, a place where he knows the information inside could not slip or fade away (unlike the thoughts and visions that more often than not slipped through his mind like grains of sand passing through his fingers) gave Jungkook a sense of reassurance.
For the longest time, Jungkook found calm and chased the peace that came with trying to capture an image. His computer and memory drive are filled with scenic shots, candid snapshots caught perfectly in time. He likes the idea of needing to be fast enough to realize when something good, something breathtaking and so completely irreplaceable was about to happen—and having to be quick enough, sharp enough, to catch that moment on camera.
So when Seokjin-hyung requests Jungkook to be the official photographer for his upcoming wedding—Jungkook is ecstatic that the older man would even consider Jungkook in the first place. Weddings are beautiful, timeless, and (most of the time) only happen once during the course of someone’s life. A wedding is filled with memories just waiting to be captured.
So Jungkook answers in the way he feels most equipped to react: “I would love to hyung.”
I walk the fine line of being a friend to Them and plaything of Them. You see, I’m a music major, specializing in writing and string orchestra, first viola. I have an undying curiosity to how all creatures react to different types of music. Because of this, one day I decided to try and appease Them with a recently written cello concerto, maybe even gain Their trust.
When I played the first time, I gained the interests of 5 people. I saw one who was in my music theory class, another who was friends with my roommate. I also saw a woman, with sickly, strangely beautiful black-green eyes, a man who sound rang about, and another, who’s hood was drawn and skin was tinted blue.
I played a soft song, one which sang about loss and love, about nature and industry, and the harmony and discord they bring. I remembered to leave out a little more cream cheese that night, and all consecutive nights.
The next week, at the same time and place, I played again. This time, a violin piece, a louder, more energetic thing that sparkled and shine with happiness, with hope, with laughter. I brought in 7 people this time. 3 humans, and 4 Fae, though the only one that returned from last time was the one with the hood. This continued for my entire school career. Even when the snow piled a foot and a half, the way to my spot was clear and the bench weirdly warm. I never needed more than a iron watch.
There was only one time when I wasn’t able to make it. That was because one of my professors had sent in a piece of mine to the local symphony, and they wanted me to conduct. They didn’t take to happily to that. They had blocked the exit, gabbling in a mournful tone.
Why are you leaving us?
I heard through the the static.
Don’t you like us?
I tried to explainwhat was going on, but they didn’t listen. They only got angrier and angrier. I was fortunately able to set something up, with the help of the hooded figure, who was fortunately human who won a bet, I was able to set up a live stream of sorts, so They could listen to my show.
I arrived with 5 minutes to spare, and said that there was some accident on the way there.
The show was a huge success. I had gotten a standing ovation, and was quickly swarmed with journalists and reporters. I had an interview, had my picture taken what seemed like several thousand times, and met with a top composer, all in one night. But when I got back to Elsewhere University, I made sure to give an extra song, just for Them.
When I finally graduated, I gave a last performance. It was long, soulful. I’m still convinced that every Fae and Fae-touched on campus showed up. It was a beautiful sight. I’m sure there are rumors of me being a changeling, or that I was somehow gifted the ability to control Them. But I know that they love me.
Every year, on the anniversary of my first performance, I go back. I feel at home there. I play, meet up with old professors. And every year, I see the hooded one with the blue skin.
Strange? No, it`s very strange but look at this. Mana and Neah in elvish clothing looks like real Princes of Noldors. Two Feanors? Hah, what? But Feamana and Neahnor sounds good, I guess~ ..oh, and Evil. Evil must be terrible and beautiful at the same time
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