#i do wonder if it was intenional

[ganondoodle]

hm ....

[sillyyuserr]

posting again at nearly 1am :P

another small analysis (if you can even call it that)

what im going to be talking about takes place in jshk, chapter 79, a quick recap. This is during the red house arc, and at this point in time kou and nene are in the red house, whilst akane and teru are at the shrine talking to what seems to be either a worker at the shrine or a family member/family friend of teru’s (and aoi’s in the far shore but shes not very relevant in this chapter).

after they fail to get something out of the “family friend”, teru exhaustedly lyes down and starts “ranting” to akane ab how hard his life is

and whilst doing this they somehow get to the topic of aoi. And akane starts to wonder if teru GENUINELY likes her. And i mean we can kind of tell he doesnt, but its still a little odd to see him act like this

does he like aoi? We never truly will know, but theres alot of things implying he doesnt like her (and vice versa) but im too lazy to go digging those up so just take my word for it 😭

but akane doesnt even look mad here??? he’d usually either bitchslap someone for talking ab dating her or even hitting ppl with a fucking spiked bat who glance at her

but this? who knows. And not to mention teru looks almost sad when akane mentions him possibly liking her. Almost as if he misunderstood his intenions??

This is very interesting to me, he looks almost distant, but not in the way of no one understands him or he wants to get away from everyone but in the “im trying to tell you what i mean but you’re not getting it” kind of way.

you see it too right? Pls tell me im not insane 😭

but why is he looking like this at akane? Well lets come up with a few ideas. one reason could be because he’s possibly “hinting” to akane that he likes aoi, although this doesnt make much sense considering he literally asked him that straight up and thats his literal direct response.

another reason could be that he’s sad akane’s brought-ten up her again. Not because he dislikes her, but maybe a little reminder that akane still likes aoi, and that he’s still JUST out of his reach.

After that akane talks about going to save aoi on his own since teru’s being a sad sack and wont do it himself, leading up to these 2 panels.

LIKE UHM???? HOLD ON

Lets look closer here 😭 not only does he have the most love-struck eyes ive ever seen, but also he’s blushing??? ON BOTH SIDES?? Also the way his expression takes up the entirety of the upper half of this panel shows us that this is kind of important and for us to really pay attention to it.

ive seen him make this face TWICE. Both times looking at who you may ask? Take a guess

I have so many takes on terukane but no one wants to listen to them so i go to tumblr and share with my singular follower💀 im not even exaggerating

One sided terukane makes me SICK 😭

[stormyoceans]

top 5 books/top 5 snacks :D

OH THESE ARE SO NICE!!!!!! not sure if i was meant to answer both of them but I have the time to do it so. here we go!!!!

TOP 5 BOOKS (in no particular order)

emma by jane austen. EMMA WOODHOUSE MY SWEET DARLING CONTRADICTORY MOST BELOVED CHILD!!!!! she’s spoiled, she’s well-intenioned, she’s bright, she’s unobservant, she’s ridiculous, she’s witty, she’s shockingly thoughtless, she’s the most attractive young woman in town!!!!!! for its sharp-eyed, diverting take on people and society and for the vivid and wonderful creation of emma woodhouse, this is actually my favorite austen’s novels!!!!

the master and margarita by mikhail bulgakov. i picked this book up from my sister’s library in my late teens and i’ve been haunted by bulgakov's tale and by all the spirits, demons, ghosts, and apparitions he was somehow able to conjure in it ever since. it’s fantastical and modernist, sensual and absurdist, a love story and a social satire. it has pontius pilate struggling with his guilt. literally couldn’t ask for more.

the name of the rose by umberto eco. im unfortunately so compelled by medieval illuminations, monastic communities, gripping mysteries, and linguistic crafts that i always end up forgiving eco for giving me a headache with his complicated and dense prose when im faced with such a riveting narrative.

maurice by e.m. forster. admittedly i may be a little bit biased here, but this was the first piece of queer literature i was ever exposed to and it’s dear to my heart in ways i can hardly explain. the way forster describes evening primroses somehow always leaves me breathless too, and his statement that he would not have bothered to write unless he could give his hero a happy ending also majorly influenced me in my approach to fiction.

grimm’s fairy tales. it was so hard to pick the last book to put in this list and i feel like there are other ones who could be more deserving of this place, but the fairy tales they collected have been my companions during my many hours of lying awake at night because of my insomnia. they also started my deep love for folklore so i feel like I had to give them a spot in this.

TOP 5 SNACKS

im actually not a big snack person, i tend to have my 3 meals per day and that’s about it, but if im hungry and i want a little treat i always go for:

nuts. peanuts, hazelnuts, walnuts, almonds, pistachios, cashews, literally if you give me any kind of nuts you will find me hoarding and munching them in a corner like a damn squirrel.

pan di stelle. all cookies are very hard for me to resist, but these ones are my all time favorite, an absolute comfort food, and impossible to resist. if you have these out, i WILL snack on them.

taralli. this is getting a bit too italian specific but, well, food is pretty much the only good thing we have here so ;;;;;; anyway if you can get your hands on these breadstick-like bundles of joy i highly recommend them. especially the red pepper variety. JUST [CHEF’S KISS]

chips sticks. i think that’s how they’re called?? anyway these little fuckers will trick you into thinking you haven’t eaten a lot of them and then suddenly you’ve reached the bottom of the bag. you can’t even regret your choices because they’re so damn delicious.

…..can ice cream be considered a snack? because that’s pretty much the one thing i consistently eat out of my three main meals during summer ;;;;;;

[momosbrainrots]

Hello! First can I be called skeleton anon on your page, it's okay if not. Second I was wondering if you could do Jinx with a reader who has anger issues kind of giving 'tough love' to Jinx when she has a hallucination thing (Afterwards! Clearly wouldn't do that during the thing) and then after that it's just fluff? DON'T DO THIS IF YOUR NOT COMFORTABLE WITH IT OR DON'T WANT TO! Have a good night/day!

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Jinx was like a bomb with a short fuse, with the slightest spark it explodes in a wink .

Having to comort her was a common occurance since you two become a thing, luckly it seemed that the episodes took place less often, but there’s still days when the voices overlap her own, yours and lets her insecurities blind her rationality. 

But for her your words were like a curse and your ways were full of hatred towards her.

When you arrived to her lair you see her anxious form pacing side to side murmuring, with an agitated voice, to the empty place. "Jinx?"-you said but fall on deaf ears, she wasn't aware of your presence yet. You prepared yourself to deal with whatever was going on and started walking towards her. As you got closer, you peek over the workbench past her, everything was scrambled around, tools on the floor and broken pieces everywhere. When you were close to her, you reach your hand to touch her shoulder "Jinx... Is everything alrig..."She was not here, not now. Her mind was racing fast and her eyes looked everywhere but the person ahead of her. Noises and violent visons of... them where the only things she could percieve. Your face was distorted, you looked at her with disgust, with pity and she did not want any of that. She wasn’t listening, not that she could focus clearly in your words.

The way she interpreted your intenions where malicious, she was a burden isnt she? 

With patience you were able to bring her back to self. They were silent now, almost like a whisper, they quieted and they were replaced by the drum of your heart. Both of you sprawled on the cold metal floor, limbs intertwined and her on your lap, hugging you, as if she was afraid you were going to run away if she let you go. At last her breathing returned, serenely, up and down, inhaling your essence and melting into your warmth. She is safe.

Everything's fine, you're here. But her mind keeps spinning, was this really okay?

"Why do you... stay? I'm always bothering you with, me."- words lingered in her mouth, she really didn't want to ask you that, afraid of what would you answer.

"Do you really want me to answer that? Do you really think that if you bothered me I would be here? Seriously?"- your tone was rough but caring. Her heart pounding at your breath ghosting her neck.

"You know. The issue is that you keep listening to those awful things instead of me, do you really think I'd be with you like this if I didn't care about you? If I didn't lov... The thing is, you need to forget about that nonsense and, please, start trusting me, trust us.- to make your point clear you raise your hand to give her small taps on her head, ending up resting that same hand on her cheek, where dry tears left a shiny path behind.

" ...Okay"- it was your sweet and unexpected touches together with your tough way of showing love that made her feel safe. She needed someone to make it clear to her that if she wanted, she could have the whole world, someone who could ground her with that sweet touch for contrast, almost like shimmer, but without the harmful part, just addictive, comforting.

"better?" "Mhm." "Good. I'm glad."

[witchnotabltch]

🌠 sleep spell jar 🌠

my insomnia has been acting up lately so i made spell jar for it and had wonderful results so i thought i'd share it here!

ingredients;

a jar

candle(s) (i used blue and white)

clear quartz - protection, amplifies energy and intenion

salt - protection (i used pink himalayan)

chamomile - calming, (also helps with anxiety!)

sugar - attracts sweet dreams 💖

Rosemary - protection, mentalclarity, focus, good memory (which can help you remeber your dreams!)

abalone shell - peace, harmony

(i have one i found at the beach which is rather thin and easy to break pieces off of so a put a couple in the jar!)

paper + pen (i used blue ink but it doesn't matter really)

1. Light your candle(s)

2. In your jar, put your salt, chamomile, sugar, rosemary, clear quartz, and abalone shell

(feel free to tell your ingredients their job as you place them in so they know what to do c: i personally did, but you don't have to)

3. Write your intentions on the paper and place it in the jar (i wrote "well rested sleep, no more insomnia" but feel free to write whatever you want!)

4. optional, but you can fold/roll up the paper and tie it with string or ribbon, i personally did not

5. Seal your jar with the wax from the candle(s) and you're good to go!

6. optional again, but when the wax was dried a bit a carved a pentacle into the top of the wax

i also put a purple star bead inside! You could use stars, moons, or anything the represents sleep, dreams or nighttime!

place on your altar, or under your bed or pillow, or near your bed! Sweet dreams!! 💜💙

[amplesalty]

Halloween 2021 - Day 17 - Theatre of Blood (1973)

William Shakespeare goes into a pub and the landlord says ‘Get out, you’re bard!’

Sometimes you catch the synopsis of a film and it just jumps right out at you. Vincent Price starring in a horror movie as a man casting his vengeance upon his foes with a series of themed murders? Why, this sounds oddly familiar...

No, this isn’t another entry into the Dr Phibes series but it is strikingly similar, but rather than following the theme of murders based upon the various plagues inflicted upon Egypt, here they are based upon ones that play out in the works of William Shakespeare.

Vincent Price stars as Edward Lionheart, a Shakesperian actor unappreciated in his own time and derided by his critics. Their shunning of him for t he best actor award at their award ceremony is the final straw, causing him to seemingly take his own life.

But you should know that the crypt could never tame him, and Lionheart rises again right back into the Burbage Theatre where his vagrant followers do his bidding and help bump off the many critics who mocked his fine thespian styling’s. But it’s not enough to simply take a mans life, one has to do it with a little dramatic flare so Lionheart will often soliloquize from the play of the day before taking shuffiling his critic off their mortal coil with something fitting. Be it the stabbing in Julius Caesar or drowning in wine ala Richard III.

One of said critics is played by Arthur Lowe, he of Dad’s Army fame.

These murders start out rather gritty, the first for instance sees one of the critics set upon by a bunch of squatters in an abandoned warehouse who suddenly start brandishing knifes and broken bottles. Or another who is run through with a spear before being tied to the back of a horse who promptly drags his corpse straight into the funeral of the first guy.

But oddly things take a turn for the absurd (okay that horse bit was kinda absurd) but only after the emotionally driven flashback scene of Lionheart confronting the critics after the awards ceremony where the prize he thought destined for him is given away to a newcomer. What they believe to be the drunken ramblings of a sore loser soon give rise to his intenions to end his misery as they watch in horror as he flings himself from a balcony and into the River Thames.

Once we cut back to current day though, there’s all sorts of weirdness going on, like Lionheart masquerading as a campy hair stylist who rigs up the lady critic with hair rollers that are rigged up to the mains. A few thousand volts later and she’s made her last cutting remark. Price looks like he’s trying out for the role of Bob Ross here.

The best though is where Lionheart has apparently hired or, presumably, stolen an entire TV filming truck filled with a equipment that he uses to stage some sort of mock production of ‘This Is Your Dish’, which I can only assume is an in universe TV show combining This Is Your Life with a cooking program? I can’t help but smile at the sight of Vincent Price in a chefs outfit, that still is tremendous and the premise is utterly ridiculous. This is all based on the fate of Queen Tamora in Titus Andronicus who is forced to eat her own children that have been baked in a pie. Only, you never see any of the critics’ children so you’re left wondering where they’re going with this, and then you remember the critic they’ve been showing throughout the whole movie who is always fawning over his two poodles...

In my head I feel like I enjoyed Phibes a little bit more than this one. That scene where Phibes forces the surgeon to operate on his own kid has always stood out to me and stuck with me in my memory even though it’s been nearly 10 years since I saw that movie as part of my first year of doing this whole thing. Man, I probably should plan something special for 2022, huh?

Maybe if you’re more familiar with Shakespeare this one works a little better, though I’m guessing that would be a weird ven diagram where you like Shakespeare and horror movies. The plagues of Egypt are perhaps a little more universal, I think we all learned about them as kids, whereas Shakespeare maybe only comes up once or twice towards the end of secondry school in England where you’re studying Macbeth or Romeo & Juliet or the like. I remember doing Macbeth for sure and I wanna say we looked at Henry IV, Part 1 at some point and maybe A Midsummer Night’s Dream too.

There’s something more chilling and menacing about Phibes as well, just his general look and his voice box sounding voice versus the very dramatic and over the top delivery of Lionheart. I guess it’s hard to sound scary whilst reciting Shakespeare. His menace moreso coming from the delinquents he surrounds himself with that will readily pounce upon his enemies at a moments notice.

It’s obviously derivative of Phibes but this is still a fun one to watch and perhaps that gap between watching Phibes and it’s sequel was enough of a breather to watch something familiar but fresh.

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Hokay

Some randomness:

I’ve been watching a few videos about paring down and minimizing and all that sort of thing. I know, I should just DO IT, but I was curious about tips and tricks. They’re not as granular as I think I’d like to be, but then I wonder if I should be so detailed. 

As recently noted, I think I’m going to feel guilty and/or ashamed for having so much stuff. And maybe I should feel those things.

One BIG thing that’s a problem is the number of Good Intenions I have littered around my house. Like, I’ve been meaning to send some care packages for like two or more YEARS, what the fuck is wrong with me? If I sent them, someone would be happy and I would have less stuff in my house. (I actually know one of the reasons why I stall on this: I’ve had two care packages in the past never reach their destination, and one was a handmade gift, which severely bummed me out.) 

I started a notebook/bullet journal the other day, sort of marking out categories of things to be quantified, analyzed, etc . . .

I’m actually a little worried that my shopping moratorium will make me more likely to hold onto things ‘just in case’, but maybe recognizing that it might be an issue will be enough to keep me more honest with myself.

An Issue:

Currently, we basically sort of kind of have three ‘junk’ rooms in my modest ranch house which is occupied by two adults. My goal is to have 0 (none). 

The first ‘junk’ room actually has been mostly cleared out because we are embarking on a repair/update to the room. (I’m actually really excited, because it’s going to end up with nook situation and you know how I LOVE a nook!) It’s going to be a guest room/library space and maybe a spot where I can do yoga at home. LOTS of work to be done here, though. We need to demo the back wall and part of the ceiling, rehang drywall, prime, paint, deal with updating the trim, build out the bookcase unit to nookify the space, possibly hang drapes. It’s going to take a while.

The second ‘junk’ room is downstairs and will soon become Mark’s office. Just inside the door is pile of stuff to donate, a chair I bought a decade ago that I want to get reupholstered, and the exercise bike Mark insists he plans to use soon. We need to get some closet doors to hang so that we can have storage WITH functionality. This one isn’t going to be too hard to make into something useful. And even if we don’t get the closet doors on right away, Mark can still use it as an office.

The third and most pernicious junk room is the room next to our bedroom that I use as a closet/dressing room/office/make-up applying station/storage area/potential craft space. This miiiiiiiiight be too many things for one room to be, and every time I get close to making it feel nice and useful, something happens (like, now, for instance, I’ve moved a bunch of stuff from the ‘nook’ room into this space while we renovate, so it’s chaotic again.) Streamlining and quantifying the stuff in here will make me feel 10000% better.

Ugh. Actually, just typing all that out makes me feel simultaneously better/worse.