poison label

Forget Me Not

Requested. 
Who:
Cole Sprouse
Quote: It seems to me that love could be labeled poison and we’d drink it anyway. 
The poem within this imagine is not mine whatsoever. It was written by the lovely Lang Leav !

(Even though I don’t want to, I ship Cole and Lili so hard, it’s unreal. Fight me)

She could see the way Cole looked at her, a look that he had once kept just for herself.

It hurt, a deep kind of hurt. The kind that kept her awake at night because all she wanted was for him to look at her the way he used to. But, his looks were empty, hollow. And his kisses had lost the passion she had fallen in love with. Her first love was falling out of love and there was nothing she could do. 

Cole found her sitting on their balcony that overlooked the city. He had been home less than twenty-four hours and he could sense that [Y/N] was off. She had hardly said anything when before she’d want to hear all about the things he didn’t get to share during their phone calls.

Silently sliding the glass door open, he watched as she scribbled down words on her notebook. “Hey.”

The sound of his voice made her chest tighten. Her grip on her pencil increased as her knuckles turned white against the pressure. Looking over her shoulder, she mumbled out a response. 

Sitting down beside her, he gave her a cocked look. “You, uh, you okay?”

[Y/N] sighed, looking at the sun disappearing behind the skyline of their beautiful city. Without meeting his gaze, she calmly asked. “Do you like her?” 

Cole was taken back, a question he had not been expecting. One because it had come out of nowhere and two because he knew exactly who she was talking about. Bowing his head slightly, he pulled his knees to his chest. “I don’t know.” 

Nodding, she looked back down and wrote some more words. 

He watched her, admiring the way the muscles in her face moved. Cole had fallen in love with [Y/N] years ago during their time at NYU. They had rotated in the same classes, crossing each other’s paths constantly until Dylan decided to lock them outside a frat party they had both attended. 

It took time but Cole found a lot of qualities about [Y/N] that he couldn’t find in anyone else. She was brilliant with her words, so eloquent and her poetry could send chills up and down anyone’s spine. He appreciated her love for the fine arts because he loved them too. The thought of falling for someone else had never crossed his mind because he was so darn sure that [Y/N] was going to be the one he would marry; despite their young age. 

“Are you working on something new?” 

Looking up from her notebook, she looked up at the now purple sky and sighed again. “It seems to me that love could be labeled poison and we’d still drink it anyway.” 

Quirking a brow, “I suppose that’d be one way of looking at it.” 

“I asked if you liked her and you responded with I don’t know.” Looking at Cole, she frowned. “It’s troubling to me because you never asked who I was referring to, you just knew.” 

“[Y/N],” Cole started, “ We work together. We constantly see each other. It’s not uncommon to develop a small crush on your costar.” 

Biting her lip, she looked over at Cole. Tears forming in her eyes as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his cheek. Standing up, she handed him her notebook. “I think I’m going to stay with [Friend’s Name] for a few days.” 

“[Y/N], what? No.” 

“I think we both need to decide what we want. Whether it be that it’s the same or not.” Blinking back her tears, she walked back inside and closed the sliding door behind her. 

Cole chewed on the inside of his cheek. Sure he liked Lili a lot more than he should but [Y/N] was home. She was the one he could go to at any hour of the night and she’d be there. The person that could pull him out of any funk or mood. It would take years for Lili to reach where [Y/N] had been. He didn’t want Lili despite they way he looked at her. He admired Lili for many reasons but crushes were just that. He didn’t love Lili the way he loved [Y/N]. Or at least he didn’t think so. 

Looking down at her notebook, he read in her beautiful, neat handwriting,

“The choice was once your choosing,
before losing became my loss.
I was there in your forgetting,
Until I was forgot.” 

bl/ind and trans ppl

i figure that BLI is pretty tolerant when it comes to binary trans people. the issue comes up when someone doesn’t want to identify as either male or female. it has nothing to do with religion, of course, nor with ““biology””– chromosomes or genitals or whatever– it’s just that BLI believes that it’s too confusing for citizens to have more than two set genders floating around. bad for productivity. BLI already divides everything into a binary, all black-and-white, so gender has to be as well. 

gender EXPRESSION isn’t really policed or anything, if you’re dmab and you wanna wear a dress BLI doesn’t care. they only get involved once it’s a question of gender IDENTITY, of pronouns and legal names and markers on documents.

if you get cleared by your BLI physician, the company is more than happy to provide you with hormone therapy through their Gender Reassignment Program. it’s just another set of pills, after all. any surgeries are optional, but still covered if wanted. but to get access to any of these, you have to identify as either male or female, and you have to exhibit “strong enough” dysphoria (evaluated by an appointed professional). 

anyone trying to assert that they don’t want either of the two gender markers to be used is obviously misguided. that’s a problem. that’s inconvenient. they get assessed, and if they are found to exhibit dysphoria, then they are prescribed a mandatory transition to the opposite gender. if they are not found to exhibit enough dysphoria, then they are sent away and continue to be marked as their assigned gender. 

in contrast, gender’s seen as a lot more fluid once you get out of BLI’s clutches. some joys get out there knowing they’re trans, but some, it never occurs to them until they’ve spent some time in the desert. they’re able to explore themselves more once they’re out of that cage, and settle on what they think suits them best. overall, though, labels and such aren’t so important. lots of joys don’t settle things any further than a set of pronouns.

MARCH 23: Joan Crawford (1904?-1977)

Joan Crawford was an American actress - an old school ‘movie star’ from Classic Hollywood Cinema. While some of you may have seen her movies, her character is also currently on our screens every Sunday night played by Jessica Lange in FX anthology TV series Feud.

Joan Crawford between takes on Torch Song (1953)

Joan Crawford was born Lucille Fay LeSueur on March 23, 1904 (although her birth year is disputed) in San Antonio, Texas. Rather than Lucille, she much preferred being called ‘Billie,’ and dreamt of becoming a dancer. She lived with her mother and stepfather, who was a minor impresario and ran the Ramsey Opera House; but at 12, she went to St. Agnes Academy as a working student, where she spent more time actually working (cooking and cleaning) than studying, and briefly attended college afterwards.

 Her career started as a stage dancer and singer in the choruses of travelling revues, and she was soon discovered and offered a contract by the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer in 1925. She was credited as Lucille LeSueur in her early movies, but her name sounded too much like ‘sewer’ according to the MGM publicist. She was first supposed to change her name to ‘Joan Arden,’ (and we’ll pass on the connotations of gender crossing that come with that Shakespearian name ‘Arden’, and the reference to ‘Joan’ of Arc) but as it was already taken, she became Joan Crawford.

Joan Crawford, still from Today We Live (1933)

Her success at the MGM rivalled that of MGM actresses Norma Shearer and Greta Garbo, and she made a smooth transition from silent movies to talkies – which was not always the case for other actors. She often played the young, hard-working woman who found love and success at the end of the movie, which was quite popular with Depression-era audiences and especially women.

But then, having a contract with studios also meant having an obligation to be in movies, the quality of their script notwithstanding. Furthermore, her popularity declined in the late 1930s. So, like many other actors of her time, she was dubbed ‘Box Office Poison’ in 1938, a label designating actresses whose talent was indisputable, but whose high salaries didn’t reflect their ticket sales.

Trailer of Mildred Pierce (1945)

After the ending of her contract with the MGM, she signed with the Warner Brothers in 1943, and managed an Oscar-winning comeback with Mildred Pierce in 1945, which revived her career for several years, and gave her a second Academy Award nomination in 1952 for Sudden Fear. But then again, passed 40, she had to struggle with ageism in Hollywood, as roles became scarce for women her age. Garbo had left the industry, Shearer as well… She starred alongside Bette Davis in horror movie What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? which garnered publicity mostly for the rivalry between the two actresses, though their performances were outstanding and earned Davis her tenth (and final) Oscar nomination. She retired from the screen in 1970, and from the public scene in 1974.

Joan Crawford and Bette Davis discussing their script on the set of What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? (1962) From Bettmann/Getty Images.

Joan Crawford’s private life is often depicted as chaotic. She was married four times, first with actor and screenwriter Douglas Fairbanks Jr. (1929-1933), then with actor and director Franchot Tone (1935-1939), with actor Philipp Terry (1942-1946), and finally with Pepsi-Cola CEO Alfred Steele (1955-1959). She adopted her daughter Christina as a single mother in 1940, then her son Christopher while married to Philip Terry. After the death of her last husband, she adopted identical twins Cathy and Cynthia in 1947.

She disowned her two eldest child, and Christina wrote an infamous book entitled Mommy Dearest one year after Crawford’s death, in which she depicted a mother more worried about her career than her children, obsessed with her look, who was often drunk, and physically and psychologically abusive. It was denounced by many of some of Crawford’s friends, co-workers, as well as her two youngest daughters and ex-husband, but confirmed by others. The book became a bestseller, and made into a movie with Faye Dunaway in the leading role.

Joan Crawford with her four adopted children, Christina, Christopher, and the twins, Cathy and Cynthia, in the early 50s. From Underwood & Underwood/Corbis.

Although she was famous for her numerous husbands and love affairs with men, she was allegedly also attracted to women. But it was kept secret – as always, what was publicised was what the public was willing to hear, and what would profit their contractors: love affairs with men, and feuds with fellow actresses. For example MGM paid $100000 in 1935 to prevent the release of a pornographic lesbian movie Crawford had appeared in at the age of 19 – but on the contrary, they fuelled the rumours of a feud with fellow actress Bette Davis on the filming of What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? (see the documentary or the FX series’ first season to know more about it!)

As for women having affairs with other women? Mum’s the word of course where the studios are concerned. This is why there are far less clues about Crawford’s romances with women – but still, here is what we know:

When Greta Garbo and Crawford met as co-stars for the filming of Grand Hotel (in which they didn’t have scenes together), Garbo famously took Crawford’s face in her hands and said, “What a pity; our first picture together and we don’t work with each other. I’m sorry. You have a marvellous face.” Crawford later commented that, “if there was ever a time in my life when I might have been a lesbian, that was it.”

Director Dorothy Arzner and Joan Crawford during the filming of The Bride Wore Red (1937). The filming drawing to an end, there were tensions between the two women who apparently only communicated through messages. There are only rumours about their romance, but Crawford said, reflecting on her film directors, that she liked to think that they had all fallen in love with her - and that she knew it had been the case with Arzner.

But then she also got on well with one of the first women directors in Hollywood, Dorothy Arzner, and according to the latter’s biographer, their relation went beyond mere friendship. She was also rumoured to have had liaisons with actresses Martha Raye, Claudette Colbert, Barbara Stanwyck, and Alice Delamar. But mind you, nothing can be really confirmed.

So, cheers to this great woman and legendary actress who managed to have a long career in movies while surviving Hollywood sexism and ageism - on screen and behind the scenes - and, had a place amid the secretive - though not so secret now - Hollywood Sewing Circle!

- Lise

I cleared out my ask box,

there were 103 stale requests. I’m really sorry for those who requested and I never got around to them…..I tried, I really did. I had 34 drafts that I cleared out as well. 

SO, we’re going to start fresh in a way that I feel like I can seriously write all the requests out. I might cap it a certain number, so I know for sure that I can get to all of them. 

Choose one of the following: 

Jughead Jones or Cole Sprouse
Archie Andrews or KJ Apa
Peter Parker or Tom Holland
Steve Rogers
or Chris Evans
Bucky Barnes or Sebastian Stan

Pair them with one of my favorite quotes for a theme: 

Angsty/Sad
1. She wanted to scream but remained silent for you no longer deserved her words.
2. My biggest fear is that eventually you will see me the way I see myself.
3. In your hesitation, I found my answer.
4. Sometimes following your heart means losing your mind.
5. You may paint over me but I will still be here. 
6. I am made of all the things this world couldn’t take from me.
7. I was your cure, you were my disease. I was saving you but you were killing me. 
8. And then I think that maybe I was designed to be alone.  
9. We had the right love at a wrong time.
10. It seems to me that love could be labeled poison and we’d drink it anyways.
11. Maybe that’s it. We eventually go numb because you can’t break a heart that’s already broken. 
12. I think we were meant to be but we did it wrong.
13. Somebody asked me if I knew you, a million memories flashed through my mind but I just smiled and said I used to.

Sappy/Cutesy
14. I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.
15. I looked at him as a friend until I realized I loved him.
16. Since you’ve been around I smile a lot more than I use to.
17. I’m okay with your history, it made you who you are. And I happen to be in love with who you are.
18. Her cold heart just tells me it needs to be set on fire again.
19.What’s meant to be will always find a way.
20.Push me against the wall and kiss the hell out of me
21.To the moon and back, remember?
22. I couldn’t unlove him and I didn’t want to.
23. I don’t believe in magic, the young boy said. The old man smiled, you will when you see her.
24. What’s a Queen without her King? Well, historically speaking, more powerful. 
25. I love you, idiot. 

Request Away 

Loving you was taking a bottle of love that was labelled poison,marked with the warning that it was a dark,twisted type of magic that would lead to dire consequences. But for you,I drank it anyway.

It came with the side effects of me doing everything and anything for you.

What you would ask of me,I would do.

And I never saw the disclaimer that said that whoever you fell for,upon drinking the bottle would then give them the power to shatter you completely.

I would have ignored it if I had saw it,but what broke me even more was that you shattered me so willingly.

—  written telltales//can you write about the power that love gives the other person to hurt you?

Found this is a nearby lab: some 4-chloromercuribenzoic acid.

4-Chloromercuribenzoic acid (p-chloromercuribenzoic acid, PCMB) is an organomercury compound that is used as a protease inhibitor, especially in molecular biology applications. 

PCMB reacts with thiol groups in proteins and is therefore an inhibitor of enzymes that are dependent on thiol reactivity, including cysteine proteases such as papain and acetylcholinesterase. This is also the reason why there is a big red “POISON” label on every bottle of this compound.