#working for the knife

[floral-hex]

I used to think I'd be done by twenty Now at twenty-nine, the road ahead appears the same Though maybe at thirty, I'll see a way to change That I'm living for the knife

[genevievesdiary222]

[swordsonnet]

three specific kinds of terror, jacob geller / working for the knife, mitski / the magnus archives, ep. 92 "nothing beside remains"

[booksandothersecrets]

Do not give in to your tragedy!!!!

Homesick, Noah Kahan // Working for the Knife, Mitski // Triple Dog Dare, Lucy Dacus // Good Luck Babe!, Chappell Roan // Fantastic Mr Fox, dir. Wes Anderson // Arcane, S1 // Do not go gentle into that good night, Dylan Thomas // Invictus, William Ernest Henley

[orbweaverspidergirl]

Working for the Knife: Act 1

"I always thought the choice was mine. And I was right, but I just chose wrong." -Mitski, 'Working for the Knife'

summary: Orbweaver, Gotham's one and only spidergirl. A hero for only a year, she's easily recognizable from her brown spider suit, and six-eyed mask. But, without the mask, she's Nicole Lawson, the "unwanted" daughter of Bruce Wayne. She didn't mind it, not too much, but after the death of her mother and the exposure of her identity, her life is in shambles.

I cry at the start of every movie

I guess cause I wish I was making things too

But I’m working for the knife

     You liked to crochet. You don’t do it much anymore; you don’t have time to. But you enjoyed it. For a short while, you enjoyed being the artist, the creator. To some extent you still are. The webs you create are beautiful, entrancing, even. You wrap your prey in your web, and they stay, of course. It entraps them, and whether they wish it or not, they cannot leave it. Not until you say. 

I used to think I would tell stories

But nobody cares for the stories I had about

No good guys

     You tried to help them. The Joker, Bane, Scarecrow, all of them. You were kind once, willing to lend them a hand, like Batman. You were kind to them, but that kindness was because you were a fool. You learned. You learned why it was dumb to have even tried in the first place. For starters, they did not want help. And for seconds, you were no Batman. 

I always knew the world moves on

I just didn't know it would go without me

I start the day high and it ends so low

'Cause I'm working for the knife

     You felt behind. In life, in school, in your family. You were always one step behind, watching and observing. The night was your only peace. In the city, you weren’t Nicole. You were Orbweaver. You were the only Spiderwoman. People adored you, loved you, no one cared for Nicole. Sometimes, you wonder if the bloodshed would ever end. You like being Orbweaver, but it tired you. Life, in general, tired you. 

I used to think I'd be done by 20

Now at 29, the road ahead appears the same

Though maybe at 30 I'll see a way to change

That I'm living for the knife

     You’re sixteen now, a junior at the academy, and also Bruce Wayne’s unwanted daughter. You thought the nicknames ended back in middle school, but you guess they never really stopped. You’re not hurt by the name calling, it’s not like it isn’t true. You are unwanted, by him anyways. 

I always thought the choice was mine

And I was right, but I just chose wrong

I start the day lying and end with the truth

That I'm dying for the knife      You sometimes wonder what your life would be like without choosing the hero mantle. You’re not sure if you’d be happier. Maybe freer, but you doubt even that. You lie to yourself often. You wake up, and you are Nicole, but you’ll always end the night with Orbweaver. You have always been Orbweaver, but have you always been Nicole? You don’t know. You don’t think you ever have.

[fuckingwhateverdude]

put up my old mcr and mitski collages 🫶❤️🦇

[beingharsh]

"When Memories Snow", Mitski / "Working for the Knife", Mitski

[wayrad]

Wip Wednesday

i was tagged by @weimarweekly thank you <3 here is a tidbit of my wip for the WOTA Halloween writing event tehe

Gale would never tell him this, but Bucky sure did take his time getting there. There, with its dog footprints, and its mud, and its towers. Gale can’t even say it, the two syllables that make it up, the fourteen months of his short life he’s never getting back. Hasn’t been able to utter a single word since the press interview, the whole entire bomb group looking to Buck and Bucky like a pair of lucky deuces, like heroes, and all the words he’d prepared in the mirror had stuck inside his throat like a vice, and he didn’t say nothing at all.

The silence has always been easier. A second-nature sort of thing; a fight or flight, his lizard brain that not even days of interrogation could break out of him.

They couldn’t break it out of him, but that isn’t to say that nothing broke.

Gale Cleven is— he is broken. He’s out, they’re out, the war’s over, and he’s still every day fighting it. Fighting like he’s still sitting in that cockpit over Bremen. Fighting as he dresses in slacks and a button up to teach astrophysics to underprivileged young adults at the community college. Fighting when Bucky plates them up two plates of chicken and collard greens that he never quite boils all the way through. Fighting with his hand around his cock, fitful pulling and screwing and pumping that never seems to work, not even when Bucky gets him all hot beneath the collar, big hands roaming, and it feels good but he can’t show it, same as he can’t say anything he goddamn means to.

no pressure tagging @nicijones @wolveshine @skyyguy @alienoresimagines @sleepr-agent420 show me what you got cookin’!!

[cryingpariah]

Been hotter than a hot minute since I did one of these.

This is relevant and topical right?

[cybereucharist]

2023.

I was working at a factory at the time (benefits practically non-existent, less than minimum wage, horrible conditions) and I was incredibly depressed. I'd quietly slip away into the bathroom whenever the opportunity arose to escape the various noises of my workplace—coworkers yelling, machines whirling, radio blasting— and each and every single time I would get lured in by my own reflection in the mirror. I could not stop staring at myself. I wondered if I looked as sick as I felt. I got a neo tribal tattoo on my knee to regain a sense of agency but it did nothing to dispel the disenchantment I was feeling, which is to say that this was the year I grew up. Welcome to the world.

[kafkaesqueer]

First Love/Late Spring, Mitski // Take This Lonely Heart, Nothing But Thieves // Working For the Knife, Mitski

[places-across-time]

I shared this everywhere else so I may as well put this here, please enjoy Merlin set to Working for the Knife by Mitski (symbolism go brr — Merlin’s destiny, Arthur, the knife)

[hiraskolnikov]

When mitski says "I cry at the start of every movie I guess 'cause I wish I was making things too" I feel her.

[orbweaverspidergirl]

Working for the Knife:News

Hey everyone! I plan on re-writing Working for the Knife! It will have a similar presence, but the direction that it is going is not one I like. I will be keeping the original chapters up.

[mofumomoka]

ode to shorter nights (rewritten)

(28/6/24)

good evening three o’clock sunset soon to be living entirely in darkness as gorgeous as the night sky blooms i cannot count on the moon to hold me close fumbling knitwear and warmth of soul the journey in the night does not feel so lonely

c.m