putting it on the tags what even

paint heaven and anger the gods

so the trailer for miss hokusai advertised one type of movie, and then the actual movie was …. something else entirely. but the trailer gave me ideas, so here they are:

there is girl –

no.

there is woman –

no.

there is a young woman, an old girl, and she has the eyes of youth but the weight upon her shoulders is that of age. or perhaps it is the other way around. perhaps she has the eyes of age, but upon her shoulder is the weightlessness of youth, of ignorance.

there she is, whatever she is.

her name is kana.

she is the daughter of a famous painter, known as juro. he is a man larger than life, and he paints wonderful things. he takes what is ugly, and makes it beautiful. he paints an unhandsome woman as a goddess, a sneering merchant as a king, a dirty city as a glowing capitol. he leaves all he touches brighter than it was found.

kana is not like her father.

she is a painter, but she is not famous. she has a mother she doesn’t speak to, and younger sister she visits as much as she can. she has pushed them both aside to follow her father, to sit with him in dirty shacks putting ink to paper as she does her best to make beautiful things. she throws off the expectations of her gender, of her station, of anything and everything in her pursuit to be a master painter.

technique is easy. she completes half of her father’s painting while he drinks, while he whores, while he seduces lords and ladies, while he paints empty things for empty people, while he leaves her alone in their dirty shacks. she can do the detail work, has a steady hand and a sharp eye, but when it comes to the whole picture – it is left lacking.

“her work lacks your beauty,” an old man says, talking to her old father while she kneels in the corner, ink staining her hands, the floor, ink just – staining.

“of course it does,” her father says, offhand. “how can she paint what she does not know?”

kana never expected lack of knowledge to be her downfall.

so that night when her father is gone, she does not stay in to work. instead kana paints her face, wears a kimono that’s too small on her, and goes to the worst part of the city, to where the alleyways and walls are stained red by the glow of the lanterns.

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Dark: I’ve been studying Anti for years and I’ve condensed what I’ve learned into this chart: “How Anti Spends His Time”.

Dark: You can see we have “Whining” and “Stabbing and Distracting Others”.

Dark: And this tiny sliver here is “Critical Thinking”.

Dark: I made it bigger. So you could see it.

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1x19 & 5x15

Thanks for the gifs, @postmodernmulticoloredcloak!

… I don’t really have anything profound to say, just look at all these times Dean didn’t know what it was like.

And then I moved onto the next part of my Wayward Sisters rewatch and

I went looking for antique silverware today.

I got some, but that’s – shockingly – not the fun part.

At first, I worried I wouldn’t find enough inexplicable thrift store items to warrant a post…

but as soon as I saw Terrifying Foot-Tall Corner Dress Rat, I knew my fate had turned.

After that, I couldn’t stop finding incredible things.

A disturbing coconut head man with “DICK’S LAST RESORT” burned into it.

It’s like if Mr. Potato Head went both tropical and feral!

A glass from a prom titled “Desert Moon” that happened in 1985.

Why’s no one bought this yet? It’s 10 years older than me, it’s an antique!

Everybody’s favorite funtime children’s toy, Demonic Hollow Bear!

This Christmas, let your children live out their veterinary dreams on this organ-free, stretch-mouthed creature of darkness. It yearns for your soul!

The aftermath of a centipede breaking its legs.

Just don’t think about how big it had to be to warrant that size of crutch.

A 2D cutout… semi-colored-in… of a confused-looking cat… sitting on a cushion… with little flowers on it?

I can’t even make a joke, here. There’s no topping the reality of what it is.

And, lastly, my favorite of all…

the extensive art collection.

It’s all extra special, since a very specific chain of events has to occur for the pieces to be there:

#1, whoever owned it had to look at it, and go “yeah, this should get donated, someone will prolly want to buy it”…

…and #2, the store had to look at it, and go “yeah, no, that is totally something we should put a price tag on right this second.”

But they’re wrong. Every single piece is priceless, and if I had the funds I would make a found-in-thrift-stores art gallery for all the world to cherish.

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HZD: Then and now

ok but think about the first time Viktor and Yuuri say “my husband” when referring to each other??? im crying in the club

With Yuuri it’s like. they aren’t even married yet. he’s just already starting to think of Viktor as his husband it’s adorable

  • reporter: So, what’s a typical day with you and Viktor like?
  • Yuuri, neatly tucked under Viktor’s arm, his hand in Viktor’s back pocket: Oh, well my husband and I usually––
  • Viktor: [dying on camera]

and Viktor? Viktor loves the term “fiancé” he says it whenever he can. which means that the first interview he does after he and Yuuri get married is full of him loudly, purposefully correcting himself

  • reporter: Do you have any comments on the other skaters here today?
  • Viktor, bouncing with excitement: oh? other skaters? like?? Yuuri?? Yuuri, my fiancé–– oh, excuse me! My husband. My husband, Japan’s Ace, Yuuri? Yes, well his free skate was wonderful, I love my fiancé–– oops!! I meant my husband

and of course

  • reporter: Skater Yuuri Katsuki––
  • Viktor and Yuuri, simultaneously: It’s Katsuki-Nikiforov.
Songs I wanna get laid to.

1. Odd Eye - SHINee

2. Body - Mino

3. And You (Outro) - Dean

4. Pour Up - Dean

5. House of Cards - BTS

6. Bonnie & Clyde - Dean

7. Practice - Drake

8. Doing It Wrong - Drake

9. Twenty Four - EXO

10. Love Love Love - EXO

11. Heaven - EXO

12. Playboy - EXO

13. FIRST LOVE -EXO

14. HURT - EXO

15. Ava - Famy

16. Bed - J. Holiday

17. Suffocate - J. Holiday

18. All I Wanna Do (Full Eng ver.) - Jay Park

19. You Know (ft. Okasian) - Jay Park

20. July - Kris Wu

21. Off to the Races - Lana Del Rey

22. Blue Jeans - Lana Del Rey

23. Dark Paradise - Lana Del Rey

24. Carmen - Lana Del Rey

25. Cola - Lana Del Rey

26. Lose Control - Lay

27. Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

28. Chains - Nick Jonas

29. Fall for You - Secondhand Serenade

30. Bebe - Seo In Guk

31. Goodbye - Taemin

32. Déja Vu - TWENTY88

33. Often - The Weeknd

34. Kiss Land - The Weeknd

35. The Zone - The Weeknd

36. Wicked Games - The Weeknd

37. House of Balloons / Glass Table Girls - The Weeknd

38. High for This - The Weeknd

39. Keep You - Wild Belle

40. Tell Me (What is Love) - D.O & Yoon Young Jin

41. Adore - TAO

42. Skin to Skin - LuHan

43. Catch Me When I Fall - LuHan

44. Beware - Big Sean

45. I’m Not Sorry - Dean


TAG Your Friends and see what they put. It doesn’t have to be a whole 45, but try to make a long list. Please Tag me so I can see too!! :) Also, feel free to do it yourself even if you’re not tagged!!

@lz-01 @letmeshowyouwhatloveis  @jiminthefairyprince

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Happy birthday @thisshouldbegayer!! (oct. 9th)

I love you (◡ ‿   ◡ ✿)

He does this thing with people he loves. The way he lets you in, just a little bit at a time, and you don’t even really notice it until suddenly you know everything about him, every scar on his body and mind. It stops being a question of whether or not you’d follow him off a cliff and it becomes just a fact of life, that you’d hold his hand on the way down. All of a sudden, you’re a part of him, like another limb, and you don’t think to question it until you realize that you treat him the same way, like he’s your heart and your lungs and your blood would freeze in your veins without him. You stop being two distinct beings with two separate minds. You’re still different people, but it stops being a ‘you-and-him’ and it becomes a 'we’. And then he’s gone, and you’ve heard of phantom limbs, when amputees feel agonizing pain in limbs that aren’t there anymore, and maybe that’s what this is, but you’re walking around like a zombie and you can’t think and you can’t even fucking breathe, because he isn’t here and you’ve forgotten how to live without him.
—  from an unfinished story #818
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A Month of Spook - (17/31)

↳ What’s This? - Fall Out Boy

DEADLIGHTS

One | Bloody Introductions

Summary: It had endured centuries on earth, indulging selfishly in Its desires, never once blinking at Its monstrous ways. Your arrival into Its existence warped the both of you into an emotional chaos of white-hot lust and desire, throwing the both of you into never a ending poignant rollarcoaster of longing and unattainable sensual tranquility.

The clock was ticking. It couldn’t bring Itself to leave you, yet It couldn’t bring Itself to stay either. It hated this love, It hated this lust, It hated this desire, and most of all, It hated that It didn’t hate you.

Author’s Note:  Critique is welcomed. This is the first fic I’ve written in ages. Apologize for any typos or grammar mistakes, I swear I proofread this three hundred times. Typos will be the death of me. I tried. The next two chapters will be posted within a couple of hours. I may or may not have accidentally written 20K+ words of this fic before posting. Whoops. Enjoy!

Words: 5.1K +

Warnings: Very gory. NSFW content. Very sexual. Lots of clown sex. You know, the usual.


The first time It had tasted you was where it began. It had sunk Its teeth into your skin, every intention of getting a quick, juicy meal out of your body. Its eyes rolled to the back of Its head, the endless row of gums and fangs spilling out from Its deformed excuse for a mouth, becoming more monstrous by the second. Your ears were ringing rapidly in your head and you were convinced your heart would burst from fear sooner than you would die from this grotesque being; the organ pounded against your chest like it was a cage, a desperate animal fleeting to escape, your breathing impossibly quick. It had you cornered, there was nowhere to run, and even if there was, the monster had made it clear that It was more than capable of using Its strength to stop you.

You knew one thing on this night; you were sure you were going to die.

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