revenge in yellow

i. Kids playing hooky early morning, I am the pain relief pills they hide under their tongue and spit out under the couch cushions when their mother shuts the screen door. I am the first time you skin your knee, in the rain whispering nixie weaved revenge spells down your yellow coat and your red boots (the first time you really know you are alone). I am the hand stand on the sidewalk when your elbow buckles in like lame horses fall to the canyon mouth, you are just a child. You can fly, turn invisible, speak to animals, walk through walls. Rustling, do you hear it? Yanking the baby teeth from their pink beds.

ii. You crumble under the weight of a naked black sky, feeling something skittering on your skin. Something wicked and naive. Like a spider egg. You get a mouthful of broken teeth, and lay frying sunny side up on the summer asphalt.

iii. Tonight you’re gonna learn how to fall, then get back up again. Tonight you are gonna know what it is to be exhausted. Are you okay when you fall off your daydream and end up on your back? Your eyes are red where they used to be white.

iv. you have been chewing your will to live with the aching wisdom teeth you desperately need to get pulled. you have been softening it with your saliva, but it’s 11 pm, and it’s stale now, and it tangles into your rapunzel locks in your sleep and finally gives you an excuse to cut all your hair off.

v. Last week your dentist asked if anything was bothering you, and you almost told him about the small tooth you think is growing between your tricuspids, pushing everything out of place, sending you on the verge of sonic tears and crawling on the bathroom floor with no idea where your phone is, and something out of control, and poison, and odontalgia, and dysthymia, and forgetting the Latin roots, and ripped out pages of a book that was supposed to tell you how to get back home and. how long do you think I can hold my breath before I look like a blueberry, and it is, in me, and the throbbing red bump at the base of your sternum and how you tried to cut it off but you were too scared of what was underneath, and dandelion seeds of reasons why you should just stay here until somebody forgets you even showed up heaving out of your mouth and into a McDonalds bag, and the feeling at 13 in the bathroom stall after swim practice shaking like coffee on an empty stomach pulling out the first tampon you ever put inside, and your wet thighs, and the warm dirty smell.

Gargle, spit. You say no. Nothing really.

vi. you should get gold fillings. then all you have to do is flash a smile and no one will fuck with you.

vii. Four months until graduation we are not wasting time, but we eat it too fast and end up vomiting on the highway. On the swing, wood chip splinters, and agitation like termite fever beneath my skin. It’s not that I think the zombie apocalypse would be cool, but I could do all the things I do right now without getting sideways glances in the convenience store, or being told I’m depressed like it’s such a problem, or being treated like the splattered milk gallon on the dairy aisle linoleum. Everybody stepping back and maneuvering their shopping carts around the fresh disaster, and staring, and looking away, and ignoring what they don’t want to deal with. And not wanting the blame.

viii. I’m not depressed. It’s just winter.

ix. Is this the last weekend before the first blood? I’m not gonna do my homework anyway.

x. I’m not depressed. My brother took me into the car with the light fixture wires hanging from the ceiling like your wet hair from shower tiles. we zoomed down with Apollo laughing in the backseat and egged the big white houses in Beverly Hills and pretended like we were still the strawberry jam kids on concrete playing hopscotch, living in sandcastles, eating mudpies. Like we were not hotboxing, and taking pictures of half healed things under the band aid, and always ready to put our hands up when we hear sirens, and microwaving earthworms. And growing up too fast.

I’m not depressed. But I’m not coming back this time either.

xi. It’s a haunted Sunday in the home your parents left to rot, and the black mold spores bleeding down the buttermilk wallpaper are causing you to do unadvisable backbends. And somehow years later I am still the grocery list you are always throwing in the trash with the candy wrappers.

—  6. graduation cometh
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What ordinary people Don’t Understand about Transformers Fangirls

Me: *sitting outside a burger parlor with two random guys from my school in front of me*

Me: *sees a yellow Chevrolet Camaro with black racing stripes drive by*

Me: *gasps loudly, making the guys look up at me* It’s a Bumblebee!

Guy 1: Oh, are you allergic?

Me: No, I meant the Transformer…

Guy 2: Transformers is stupid.

Me: *gets up and leaves before someone’s neck gets broken*


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Beyoncé’s Lemonade isn’t a breakup album, it’s a black album

By Ashley Ray-Harris

Beyoncé’s Lemonade is a black album. Before we can talk about the visuals, the poetry, the symbolism, or anything else, we have to start with the premise of blackness. While many of Beyoncé’s earlier feminist anthems walked right up to the line of a specifically black experience—“7/11,” “Feeling Myself,” “Flawless”—Lemonade wants you to know the line has been crossed and you’ve been offered a rare glimpse to the other side. From the words of Somali-British poet Warsan Shire to Serena Williams twerking, Lemonade is a collection of experiences and signifiers centered around black womanhood. Specifically,Lemonade looks at a version of black femininity that is rooted in Southern traditions and customs. As the videos unfolded, I remembered my own Texas family—my mother pressing my grandmother’s hair, my aunts and sisters joined together in prayer circles. I saw the rituals of black women laid bare; rituals that are so often dismissed in society. 

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HJack69< Y’know Nish, yellow and purple are… complimentary colors. Meaning they go together really well. wink wink

anonymous asked:

Prompt: SITH YODA!!!

Now that’s a terrifying idea.  Really, really terrifying, because if Yoda was a Sith, his entire line is doomed to Darkness.  Which is probably bad for the galaxy in general.  Though Sidious is also doomed, so it might balance out.


“News you have, my old Padawan?” Master Yoda looked up at the hologram of Count Dooku- who had taken on the title of Darth Tyranus in an attempt to find out what the newly discovered line of Sith was plotting.

“Yes, my master,” Dooku said.  “I’ve discovered how Sidious plans to destroy the Jedi.”

Yoda nodded.  “Plans, he does, to turn Skywalker,” he said.

“Yes, Master,” Dooku said.

Anakin Skywalker, sitting off to the side, snorted. “He’s in for a surprise,” he said, folding his arms.

Yoda slanted a glare at the young human, who snapped his mouth shut.  The boy’s own Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, flicked Anakin’s Padawan braid to calm him down.

“Master, there is more,” Dooku said, as if Anakin hadn’t spoken.  “He had me make some changes to the clones.  He had me order that a biochip be placed in each one, one that would allow him to order them to destroy the Jedi.”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan breathed.  “The Jedi will put their trust in the clones, and then…”

“He’ll use the clones to kill the Jedi, and probably claim it was some sort of revolt,” Anakin finished.

“Stop him, we must,” Yoda said.  “Allowed to destroy the Jedi, only we are. Change the orders, you cannot?”

“I already have, Master,” Dooku said.  “The Order he gives will, instead, make them totally loyal to you.”

Yoda’s eyes brightened.  “Devious you are, my Padawan.”

“I only ever learned from my Master,” Dooku replied. He looked over at Obi-Wan and Anakin. “And taught it to our line,” he added.

Obi-Wan smiled at the older man.  “Master always said you were a good teacher.”

“Much more time, we have?” Yoda asked.

“Sidious plans to start his war once the clones are old enough to fight,” Dooku said.  “We have perhaps four more years before he will contrive a way for the Jedi to find them, and use them.”

Anakin scowled down at his boots.  “I hate this,” he muttered.  “The clones… they shouldn’t be slaves, not even to…”

“Relax, Padawan, you’re broadcasting,” Obi-Wan said. “We can always free them as soon as Sidious is dead.”

Anakin sighed and threw another layer of mental shielding up.  “I’d rather… the Jedi aren’t even going to think about it, are they?” he asked.

“No,” Yoda said.  “Think about it, I would not, without you to say anything.”

“At least Sidious is handing us the means for our revenge, even if he doesn’t know about it,” Obi-Wan said.

Yoda cackled.  “Mistakes he has made,” he said.  “Taken my old Padawan as an Apprentice, he should not have.  Known, he should have, that Jedi Master Yoda would never have a Padawan that might turn.”

Dooku smiled.  “Then we are all fortunate that you are not only a Jedi Master,” he replied.

Yoda allowed his eyes to shade to yellow. “Revenge, we will have, against both the Jedi and the traitor’s line.”

His line all smiled back in response, eyes flaring yellow as well.

A second later, Dooku cut the comm, and it was just the three currently thought to be Jedi.

“I wish Qui-Gon was here,” Obi-Wan said quietly. “He’d be thrilled we’re finally getting close to our revenge.”

Yoda smiled.  “Know, he does, for in the Force he is.  Destroy Sidious, we will, and avenge him as well.”

Yoda looked them both over.  “Good.  Hidden, the Darkness still is.  Jedi, we must be, for a few more years.”

He opened the door and they walked out, leaving the Darkness behind, for now.  For now.

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