self portrait as a wall

Concept: an immortal who doesn’t shy away from photos or paintings. Draws self portraits on cave walls. Photobombs everything with a pout and a suave pose. Commissions numerous portraits of themself as a literary Romantic before faking their death. Tries to be at least slightly famous every time they have a new identity. Creates a conspiracy blog linking all their past photos together before mysteriously disappearing in mysterious circumstances. Mysteriously. Usually only disappears for 10 to 20 years after “"dying”“ before making another appearance. Everyone else in the immortal community lowkey hates them. “Ah, fuck. You’ll never guess who’s resurfaced again.” “Fucking… Dave?” “Fucking Dave.

LIBRA: Occasionally you have to fake it until you make it. I know that this is a cliche you’ve heard many times before, but have you ever actually tried it? Cliches don’t become ‘cliche’ unless a lot of people believe in what they’re implying. Feel free to test this, even if it’s just for a day or two. Pretend that you’re in the right career, pretend that you haven’t been sad at all for the last few weeks, pretend that you’re powerful and comfortable and know exactly who you are. Sometimes a little confidence, even if it begins as a front, is the final piece to the puzzle.

SCORPIO: You’ve had chains wrapped around your ankles for so long now that you hardly ever notice their weight anymore. Don’t get me wrong, it’s wonderful that you’ve found a way to cope with the things that try to drag you down. But it seems like you’ve become so complacent in this state of being that you’ve given up on escape. Like you’re an audience member to your own existence. But you aren’t, even though life comes at you so viciously sometimes. You are in charge of your body, and in charge of what you do with it. Now use it.

SAGITTARIUS: There’s always something about the early days of autumn that make you feel as though anything is possible, and this year you should take advantage of that. Now is not the time to play it safe or rein in your grand ideas: now is the time to give them life. You’ve become an expert at putting things on hold for circumstances that are outside of your control and putting an end to that is overdue. The world isn’t always going to give you a green light to move on, sometimes you have to build it yourself. Sometimes you just have to go for it.

CAPRICORN: The world is already cruel enough without adding your own self-doubt into the mix. I think it’s time that you start being kinder to yourself. You’ve been through so much, after all; nobody is expecting you to be perfect or be immune to making mistakes. Take some time to reward yourself for the positive things you’ve accomplished. Buy that coffee, watch that movie, put your feet up and relax. You are so good at making the people around you feel content, apply that talent to your own life.

AQUARIUS: There’s been so much in front of you lately, both positive and negative, that you’ve been letting everything behind you fade into the background. And while moving forward is necessary in order to survive, the things you’ve already experienced are learned lessons that you shouldn’t forget so easily. Do you remember the last thing you cried over? Do you remember why it made you so sad? Now, put that feeling in a bubble and don’t let yourself make the same choices that led you to that feeling. Your past matters, but it will never own you. There’s a difference.

PISCES: Life can be pretty overwhelming sometimes, can’t it? You aren’t overreacting if lately you’ve felt as though the planet has been taking a toll on you. Just remember, it’s good that you’re busy and that you’re involved with what’s going on around you. There was a time when a past version of yourself wouldn’t have dared to lay their heart out as boldly as you do now, and your progress is cause for celebration. Take everything one day at a time, if it’s getting to be too much. Breathe. Take breaks when needed. Persevere.

ARIES: Everything in your life feels like a big quilt of sorts, every event and person and memory connected to another by a few threads and some time. Lately you’ve found yourself wondering about what the significance of all of that is. But maybe the meaning isn’t within the connections themselves, but in the person that’s tied them all together. You have created a vast network of friends and feelings and you’ve brought positivity and good vibes to every link in this chain of relationships. These interconnected moments all call your heart home. Embrace their warmth.

TAURUS: So, you’re still attached to a lot of things that you thought you’d be disconnected from by now. There are still regrets and past lovers and half finished letters stuffed underneath your mattress and you’ve accepted that this is how it is. You’ve grown resigned to the fact that some things are impossible to move on from. But I’m here to tell you that nothing can keep you in its grasp unless part of you is letting it. If you own a pair of scissors, why aren’t you using them to cut the strings that are tied around you? What possible reason is there to keep suffering?

GEMINI: It’s easy to look in a mirror and point out the parts of yourself that make building relationships difficult. You find yourself constantly having to relearn how to touch people without hurting them or yourself in the process. It isn’t your fault that you’ve tried to give affection to people that are unworthy of it, it’s their fault for fooling you into thinking they deserved what you were providing. Just because this hasn’t been working out for you lately, doesn’t mean that it won’t ever. You are lovable even when nobody is loving you.

CANCER: Enjoying your accomplishments without thinking about the people that should be there celebrating with you is something that you still struggle with from time to time. It’s okay to be sad that there are certain moments you’ll never be able to share with those that would’ve understood your happiness; it isn’t fair that you’ve had to mourn so many missed opportunities. But don’t let what’s absent diminish your successes or make you feel as though you aren’t allowed to be proud of yourself. You’re thriving despite all of that negative space and it’s beautiful.

LEO: Nothing comes as a surprise to you anymore, but despite that you still find yourself stuck with unrealistic expectations at the end of the day. Either you know that you deserve better and you don’t want to admit it, or you’ve become so comfortable with being disappointed that you’re scared of being anything but. Maybe it’s a little bit of both. Maybe you know what you want and you know that you shouldn’t want it so you’re self-sabotaging any chance you’re given at obtaining happiness. I think that something inside of you knows the answers to these maybe’s. Let it out.

VIRGO: Self-preservation is an art form you’ve become incredibly dedicated to depicting. If your heart were a gallery, there’d be sculptures of brick walls lurking around every corner and self portraits donned with armor cluttering up the walls. There’s nothing wrong with putting yourself first, in fact I would encourage you to always do so. But be careful; there’s a fine line between prioritizing yourself over others and knowingly hurting others in the quest to better yourself. You have to find a balance between the two.


Go Away

(Part 11 of Insomnia)

Black Hat looked at the time. It was almost midnight. Flug hadn’t shown up at curfew!

He growled to himself and stood. It didnt matter, he didn’t want to see Flug anyways.

Groaning in disgust at the thought of Flug, he walked to the door. No reason to waste his time on something as trivial as sleep tonight. Must as well go get some work done.

Opening and closing the door to his room, he stepped into the hallway and started towards his office.

Black Hat needed to clear his mind, he couldn’t focus on work with such horrid thoughts as Flug interfering with his train of thought. He let his mind wander elsewhere as he navigated the halls.

Turning a corner he looked at the self portraits along the wall. He was a wonderful being, so powerful, so evil, so monstrous! He was a glorious beast, no human could ever fully appreciate his amazing power.

Smiling evilly to himself he filled his head with narcissistic thoughts, inflating his own ego. He was amazing! He was Black Hat! He was-

As he neared the doors to the lab on his way to his office he saw a peculiar sight. Flug was sprawled out in the hall, passed out and whimpering in his sleep.

Black Hat’s train of thought went to a halt as he walked closer to Flug’s unconscious form.

Why was he here? Where was his bag?

Looking over he saw the bag a few feet away, it looked damp, as if water had spilled onto it and it had been left out to dry.

He leaned forward and closely inspected the scene in front of him. Flug’s face was slightly puffy and pink, as if he had been crying recently.

Black Hat’s gaze narrowed. Why had he been crying? Standing straight he thought to himself for a moment before remembering the events he had worked so hard to clear his mind of.

“Oh, bloody hell…” He mumbled to himself before frowning and growling in repulsion.

Black Hat stood there, staring down at him. The longer he stared, the foggier his mind became. He wanted to leave and never see him again, but something inside him prevented him from moving. He was immobilized by something deep in his gut, a small flutter still remaining in him.

The flutter began to grow, extending wings inside his gut and crawling up to his chest. Snapping out of his trance he took a step back, realizing what was happening. He still had feelings for Flug, they hadn’t left or even lessened.

Black Hat shook his head, hoping that by some magic the feelings would be shaken out. Alas, they were not, and he let out a shakey sigh in frustration. Looking back to Flug caused soft flutters to scatter throughout his core, and he hated it. He loathed it. Why wouldn’t it just go away!?

He growled loudly to himself, a bit too loudly. Flug was pulled back into consciousness, groaning as he pushed weight onto his arm to lift his body slightly. With a solid push he was in a sitting position. Moving his hands to rub his eyes, he noticed the absence of his bag and goggles.

His eyes snapped open and he immediately stared directly at Black Hat. Memories smashed into his head and he let out a loud squeal, waving his arms and falling back onto the floor.

“J-jefecito!” He sprang up and tried to walk forward towards Black Hat but was met with a stab of pain in his head and a feeling of nausea penetrated his stomach, causing him to stumble back and fall back onto the floor.

Black Hat narrowed his eyes. “Don’t call me that ever again.”

Flug’s eyes widened, and he felt something shatter deep in his chest.

Black Hat growled and turned, walking down the hall towards his office. Flug sat there and felt like he was going to vomit. He was unable to cry, there was nothing left to get out.

Watching his boss, Flug didn’t move. He wasn’t able to move, every part of his body felt weak. His body felt like he had weights tied to every muscle, and every movement was pain.

Everything felt hopeless. He had wanted to be with Black Hat so badly, he had wished so hard for him to realize his feelings, but never thought about if he would accept or reject them.

Flug turned his attention back to his boss. He had moved further down the hall, almost out of sight.

Why didn’t Black Hat believe him? Why couldn’t he believe that Flug was telling the truth?

Flug looked to the floor, pressing his palms down on the cood surface. His mind was blank for a few seconds before he narrowed his eyes in determination. He gripped the floor, pushing his hands down hard and his whole body trembled.

If Black Hat refused believe his words, then he would show him and make him believe them.


Next: (unwritten)


Mere Speculation

Part Five

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Summary: Jughead digs deeper into the new girl’s past to understand her connection to Jason Blossom

Warnings: Mentions of death, infrequent swearing

Part One

Jughead spent the night researching all the boarding schools in the state. He read newsletters, combed through websites, looking for any trace of (Y/N). He had checked twenty-seven different schools before he found the one. He had got frustrated and simply Googled her name. The search led him to the website of an art gallery. (Y/N)’s work had been displayed there for a month after she won a state-wide competition. The art itself was amazing. She had managed to capture the movement of everyday scenes in her paintings. Jughead felt that just by looking at a painting of a busy city street, he could hear the noise of traffic and smell the pollution from the cars.

The article told him the name of her old school, which he found was a little over an hour’s journey by bus.

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David Bowie Q&A, 1991
  • REAL NAME: David Robert Jones
  • BORN: 8/1/47. Capricorn. Brixton, South London.
  • HEIGHT: 5ft. 10 inches
  • NICKNAME: I don’t have one.
  • SCHOOL: I was thrown out of the Stansfield Road Junior School choir for making too much noise–I was always singing and joking.
  • FIRST JOB: I was a commercial artist for 6 months after leaving at school. I had no interest in it at all. It was boring so I quit.
  • INTO THE BIZ: I was a saxophone player in a band called the Konrads, who hung around in Bromley. I wasn’t allowed to sing at first—they didn’t rate me!
  • FIRST PERFORMANCE: At Bromley Technical High School. I was incredibly nervous but it went ok.
  • MOST NERVE WRACKING EXPERIENCE: On a plane on the Glass Spider tour. The plane was called back as it was about to take off from Rome airport and everybody thought there was a bomb on board. It was only when we came to a halt that we discovered the real reason–the chief of police wanted my autograph! I was not so much annoyed as stunned—that could only happen in Italy!
  • GREATEST MOMENT: In Barcelona on 16 September 1990. That was the last time I played my best known songs in Europe. It was very emotional for me and the crowd knew that–they brought me back for seven encores. It was a fitting place to put Ziggy Stardust to rest.
  • BIGGEST COCK UP: Taking drugs. I went through hell when I was younger, mainly on cocaine and it was a total waste of time.
  • CAR: I have just one–a ten year old Volvo in Switzerland. I am not really into cars.
  • HOMES: My first home was in Brixton, South London. Now I have three–one in Lausanne, Switzerland, one in Mustique and one in Australia.
  • HOLIDAYS: Indonesia and Australia. I try to get to Bali once in a year–it’s a stunningly beautiful place.
  • FOOD: I am very keen on Japanese, Indonesian and Italian. My favorite restaurant is Sabatini in Rome.
  • DRINK: I love a very strong Italian coffee which I have flown in to wherever I am in the world.
  • MUSIC: My favorite bands at the moment would be the Oixies and Sonic Youth. But I will always love the Stones, the Beatles and Elvis.
  • FIRST RECORD: Little Richard with Lonely Girl
  • FAVE RECORD: Almost impossible Wild is the Wind by Nina Simone would have to be my choice.
  • FILMS: Brief Encounter for its Englishness and Mean Street for its Americaness.
  • HOBBIES: Art, painting and visiting museums. I reckon I’ve seen every major painting in the Western World. I go to art galleries in every town or city I play in. And I paint a lot. I’ve got a self portrait and one I did of Iggy Pop on my walls. I also love reading. On the last tour I had a special trunk for all my books. i can get through one a day when I’m going well.
  • ADMIRES: Montgomery Clift, Martin Scorsese
  • HATES: Ignorance
  • BEST FRIEND: Coco Schwab
  • FANCIES: In every city I drive past a stunningly beautiful girl and I never get to say Hello.
  • MOST FRIGHTENING MOMENT: it was during the filming of Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence. I was buried up to my neck in sand on this beach in the South Sea Islands. They dug a hole underneath my body so there was plenty of air about but also attracted rats—all I could feel was these rodents biting at my feet. It was terrifying.And I remember driving in the outback of Australia, with my band Tin Machine when a huge spider landed on the steering wheel. I swerved all over the place in sheer fright. I never did find out what it was but there are some lethal ones out there.
  • WILDEST PARTY: The Serious Moonlight tour was a virtual non stop party especially when the Duran Duran boys turned up in Sydney–they were pretty wild guys then.
  • FIRST KISS: I can’t remember who she was but I was about 7 years old. It was pretty momentous as I recall!
  • FIRST SEXUAL EXPERIENCE: It was unforgettable if only because I had to clamber out of the girl’s first floor bedroom window to avoid her parents. I would have been about 15, I think I got away with it though.