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vintage heart-shaped lockets

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People only like the idea of trickster spirits. "Oh, I could deal with them, easy." But once they meet one in person it's suddenly "wow, this guy sure is annoying."

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Marilyn Monroe photographed by Ed Clark at the Griffith Park in Los Angeles, 1950.

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{I hope you're feeling alright, past the being sick part at least! Sending good vibes as well as I can to you and yours. -Cy}

I looked at this message many months ago and it truly touched me to know you were thinking of me. It touches me again to look at it now. Thank you so much, Cy 💖

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Hello everyone! I wanted to outright, before I say anything more, apologize for the total radio silence on my part. Your messages have not been ignored out of any anger or disinterest, but I have simply avoided even logging into this account out of stress of all I left behind.

I've had a very scary several months of family illness, financial problems, and housing insecurity. I'm not out of the woods yet and have no estimation of when I will be. I am hoping to be starting a new job in the next couple months, which will alleviate some problems, but also eat up even more of my scant free time.

I miss being here so much. I miss the friends I have here and reading all of your incredible writing. I don't know when I am going to have the time again for proper, consistent rp replies. I don't want to make any promises, because it could genuinely be weeks or even months between responses on my end.

But, that being said, I don't want to be gone gone anymore. I hope my writing partners won't mind me being here, sending asks and memes, chatting ooc, reblogging musing stuff and - occasionally - getting out a proper rp reply here and there. As I said, I don't know when my activity will be able to be consistent again. But I miss it here so terribly. And I very much want to be back ✨

@shiftingmuse, @n0rthsqueen, @riiese

(tagging some of the people I most want to apologize to 💖)

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Trick 'r Treat (2007)

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It would seem my assertion that I was not 'sick' sick was not true — as I've been so kindly informed by my GP. The fatigue was, in fact, a flu creeping up to kick my ass. Hit me quite hard over the weekend after a good build up. I usually get a bug around Christmas, so this better mean I've cashed that chip in early and I'm done for the year lol.

Thank you so much to everyone & their infinite patience. I'm going to take some more time to rest and medicate. Be back soon 💖

I want to apologize for my lateness on every type of reply imaginable (threads, ask memes, pms). I haven't been feeling the best lately. Not the *cough sneeze* kind of sick, but just a heavy fatigue that's really sapped my creative juices. Felt a little bit better today and was able to pitter-patter out a few hundred words of drafts, so hopefully the coming days will treat me better still.

Might reblog this tomorrow and tag some lovelies — just so no one thinks I've been ignoring them 💞🌼

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I want to apologize for my lateness on every type of reply imaginable (threads, ask memes, pms). I haven't been feeling the best lately. Not the *cough sneeze* kind of sick, but just a heavy fatigue that's really sapped my creative juices. Felt a little bit better today and was able to pitter-patter out a few hundred words of drafts, so hopefully the coming days will treat me better still.

Might reblog this tomorrow and tag some lovelies — just so no one thinks I've been ignoring them 💞🌼

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I've never done a munday post in all of my rping years — so I thought it might be fun once in a while.

Earlier this year, I took a long roadtrip to visit my mom's family and turned the journey into a cryptid adventure. Mothman & the Flatwoods Monster are like Sanrio characters to me.

I was able to hit up Point Pleasant, Flatwoods, and Rhinelander — and explored all of their museums and gift shops to my heart's content. Pictured above; me & my big puppy, the Hodag. And Mr. Mothman, of course.

It was absolutely one of the best roadtrips of my life. The only tricky bit was having roughly fifty in-depth conversations with hardcore cryptid people in which I had to essentially LARP as one of them. Because I didn't want to come off like an asshole by being like, "Oh, no, I don't believe any of this. I just love folklore".

Pretending and playing along with it enhanced the experience, honestly.

also, does anyone want to tell me why the iconic point pleasant mothman statue has six-pack abs and what appears to be chest hair??

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『✣』 I've finally put together an 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 『✣』

If we're mutuals — and you have the time — it would be so wonderful if you could give this a quick peek!

If we already write together or talk ooc, this is not necessary for you to fill out.

This is, of course, not obligatory — but I think it's a great way to break the ice and get threads going (and figure out who's interested in which muse!).

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Marilyn Monroe photographed by Milton Greene in Laurel Canyon, Los Angeles on September 1953.

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May Sarton, from Recovering: A Journal

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𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄.

All sentences are taken from different books from Phillipa Gregory, specially her series about the historical fiction setting of the war of roses and the tudors era. Change names, locations, pronouns and nouns as you see fit for your own liking. Some of these have slight foul language or involve insuation of sexual situations. Please beware. This is part one.

You can smile when your heart is breaking because you're a woman.

If it means something, take it to heart. If it means nothing, it's nothing. Let it go.

I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything but think about him.

At night I dream of him, all day I wait to see him, and when I do see him my heart turns over and I think I will faint with desire.

A man will always promise to do more than he can do to a woman he cannot understand.

I would know you anywhere for my true love. 

Whoever I was and whoever you were, I would know you at once for my true love.

When a woman thinks her husband is a fool, her marriage is over. 

The world hasn't changed that much; men still rule.

If you go on flirting with the king with those sickly little smiles, one of us Boleyns is going to scratch your eyes out

What a pair we shall be! What man can resist us?

You have to choose the best, every day, without compromise...guided by your own virtue and highest ambition.

I never thought it would end like this. I never thought he would leave me without saying goodbye.

But I don't forget and I don't forgive.

A woman has to change her nature if she is to be a wife.

To be a good wife is to be a woman with a will of iron that you yourself have forged into a bridle to curb your own abilities. 

But I am above these judgments, I am a Queen.

Anyone can attract a man. The trick is to keep him.

I was born to be your rival.

Know your rights.

When they see us dance. When they see how you look at me. When they see how I smile at you.

I have learned the power of surviving.

I was a woman who was capable of passion and who had a great need and a great desire for love.

Good god what men can do to their brains when their cocks are hard.

They are a house which has to have blood, and they will shed their own if they have no other enemy.

I want to take you for pleasure, and hold you in my arms for desire.

 I want you to know that it is your kiss that I want, not another heir to the throne.

You can know that I love you, quite for yourself, when I come to your bed, and not as the York’s broodmare.

You think to bed me for love and not for children? Isn’t that sin?

I shall make sure that it feels richly sinful.

Some women attract desire. Others do not.

Every woman has to have something which singles her out, which catches the eyes, which makes her the center of attention.

If it has to be done at all, it must be done with grace.

She  was speaking out for the women of the country, for the good wives who should not be put aside just because their husbands had taken a fancy to another.

Because all books are forbidden when a country turns to terror.

You can smile when your heart is breaking because you are a woman, and a courtier.

War does not answer war, war does not finish war. The only ending is peace.

To save my son, I would plot with the devil himself.

Yes, but either way, shamed or not, I shall be Queen of England, and this is the last time you will sit in my presence.

I am not a yard of ribbon. I am not a leg of ham. I am not for sale to anyone.

We have to be more royal than royalty itself or nobody will believe us.

I betrayed as a daughter will betray her mother and yet, never stop loving her.

I am an object of beauty. He has never loved me as a woman.

When a man wants a mystery, it is generally better to leave him mystified. Nobody loves a clever woman.

I wanted the heat and the sweat and the passion of a man that I could love and trust. 

And I wanted to give myself to him: not for advantage, but for desire.

I am a fool to own it, but I am in a fever for his touch.

It is luck to love someone who is free to love you in return.

Just decide that you are not going to be a fearful woman and when you come to something that makes you apprehensive, you face it and walk towards it

This was my destiny: to put my son on the throne of England.

This is a woman whose belly is filled with pride.

 She has been eating nothing but her own ambition for nearly thirty years.

Plainly, she is quite besotted by him,... a girl, a young girl, and she is falling in love for the first time in her life.

And – I think you know, don’t you? – that I love you, Anne.

And you are the sort of mistress a man doesn't bother to marry. Sons or no sons.

You don't need to struggle, your baby is coming.

You give birth, you don't force birth or besiege it. It's not a battle, it's an act of love. You give birth to your child and you can do it gently.

But young hearts mend easily.

Either you have me or not at all. Either you love me or not at all. Either I am all yours or I am nobody’s. I will have no half-measures with you.

Men die in battle; women die in childbirth.

 shall put a curse on their house that they will have no first born son to inherit. 

Have you ever wondered, Anne, in your untiring dance of seduction, whether you might not be dancing to Henry's tune instead of your own?

I am a Queen. It is natural that men are going to gather round me, hoping for a smile.

My honour and my pride are in my heart, and not in what the world says.

He is fragile, like a prince of ice, of glass.

But I warn you that a woman who seeks great power and wealth has to pay a great price.

Every woman is a mad ugly bad old witch somewhere in her heart.

My own mother told my lady governess that if the baby and I were in danger then they should save the baby.

She has a smile that grows slowly and then shines, like an angel’s smile.

Jane would be the next queen and her children, when she had them, would be the next princes or princesses.

I am mad for you.

You're not cursed daughter, you are the finest and rarest of all my children, the most beautiful, the most beloved.

One’s lover is one’s partner in observing and understanding the world.

Marriage is a place where joint narratives are composed. If the lover is a liar then all your joint observations are unreliable. 

If it was not in your interests to betray me then you would have been loyal.

I am marrying the finest man I have ever known.

You can have my glove, my favour.

Nobody gets to be Queen of England by being loveable. You will have to play your cards right.

Thomas More once told me: lion or king, never show fear or you are a dead man.

When I marry you, everything I have becomes yours.

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『✣』 Belle's face was red, then blue, then green, then orange, and red again — bathed in the neon glow of the lights dancing around the club's entrance. Above the door, a sign screamed "THE PARROT CLUB" in more buzzing strips of light, accompanied by a likeness of its namesake, beak turned skyward and wings slightly spread. She could hear the jackhammer beat of music from inside, muffled like a radio submerged in water.

It was not so squalid as she'd envisioned; no cigarette butts carpeting the pavement, no broken glass crunching beneath her feet, no showers of stale piss on the corner walls. The place's sordid heart was wrapped in clean packaging. It was all in the implication, the playful enticement of the flashing neon lights — as 'come hither' as a woman fluttering her lashes.

Before she could lose her mettle, Belle planted both hands on the heavy door and pushed her way into the abyss.

Abyss — as it turned out — was the precise word to use. It was so dark, it was disorienting. She blinked away the neon-coloured spots in her vision as her eyes adjusted. The music was louder now and the air smelled of heavy perfume and pungent alcoholic concoctions.

Belle cupped her hands against her temples like horse blinders and slipped through the shadows. She was able to move through the club with relative ease, dodging patrons and cocktail waitresses who towered above her in seven-inch platform stilettos. Her fear that she'd stick out like a sore thumb was unfounded. She was wearing entirely too much to be a woman worth looking at.

So, in her soft blue cardigan and sensible stockings, she barreled forward into the belly of the beast. Keeping her hands locked in place to block out any sight she deemed too unsavoury, she scanned the club for a clue as to where to find its owner. Did he watch his own shows? Did he drink at his bar? Did he make his rounds to read the riot act to the staff? Or did he stay hidden away in some backroom office, a king who did not demean himself to mingle with the peasants?

Devine left the library and basically fled back to his place of business. The idea he barred himself and allowed himself to be barred from a public building was getting to the man. Well, more truthfully, the woman who ran the place was getting to him. It would be a long and headache of a week for the club owner. His schedule would be ruined without his planner to go by, but he wouldn't dare go back to get it. No, instead he was ready to pay the woman back for her behavior. Danny was still going to do what he had said; he got a few men and women from his club to pack up the old inventory. 

When they asked about the situation, he simply told them about a proper tax right off to help the club out when it came to next year. No one rightly questioned it, if it meant better pay down the line. Of course he'd need to send some paper work with the inventory, but he figured the woman might be a class act at some point and get them signed back to him. 

The day the first call came in, the man was preparing his agenda and making certain he hadn't lost anyone in the chaos of starting over. He didn't answer the phone the first time and let it go as he was working. It didn't register who it could be, but the man noted the area code, which made him understand it was local. Nothing really seemed to fit into place as the days went on. It was some of the girls in the club that noticed Danny was sticking to home more than usual. As if he was afraid to leave the club for some god-awful reason. 

When the calls kept coming in, the man realized someone was leaving messages with them. His brow raised at the idea someone was so eager to get ahold of him. That wasn't like his usual lot of business; this had to be personal. Devine didn't do well with personal; he wasn't answering the phone. He didn't want to know who was on the other side. 

{Danny - Fuck off whoever this is; I do not want your fuckin' solicitation!!!}

He thought that would be the end of it, but a few more calls came, and he was getting paranoid. It didn't register in him that the woman was doing all the calling. If anything, he figured she would have tossed all the stuff out and was living her life as she had before he met her. So why did he feel like something bad was going to happen? Why was he so anxious to leave his club and venture out into the world away from his safe place of work?

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Trouble - Halsey : Francis Begbie x The Hierophant