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Gustav Janouch, Conversations with Kafka
Wicked (2024) Jon M. Chu
“Believe me, what you want is someone to have dinner with. Sleep with from time to time, telephone every day or write. It’s what you set up that is defeating. Make it very modest. And give yourself permission to make a few mistakes. You know, blow it a bit. Have a few drinks and fall into bed with somebody. It doesn’t have to be the final thing.”
— Leonard Cohen on relationships, 2007
"But now you're here, I feel no fear..."
me and the followers i pulled by saying nothing and sharing other peoples pretty images
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Anaïs Nin, from the short story “Elena”, Delta of Venus (published posthumously in 1977)
We are the weirdos, mister.
The Craft (1996) dir Andrew Fleming
a rose and it's thorns
i think we should have a custom blog theme renaissance
and i don't just mean making more of them, i also mean appreciation of them and making them a central part of tumblr's site culture again. no other popular social media site (although tumblr technically is a microblogging site) really offers this level of aesthetic and functional customization anymore. it's maybe a header, a bio, and an icon.
i remember when putting a lot of effort into themes, mutual theme "ratings", complimenting users on their pages, proudly announcing theme changes/customizations, and appreciating theme makers for their work was a norm on this site. it's how many young people got into html.
i know many people are primarily mobile users but when on desktop... who cares if tumblr makes it a little difficult to get directly to someone's blog page these days. i think themes are a really excellent part of tumblr and i don't want them quietly guttering out.
Pride & Prejudice dir. Joe Wright | 2005
Harwich: The Low Lighthouse and Beacon Hill (detail), c. 1820, John Constable
🎵 i just think we, as a society, need more taylor swift-inspired tenrose fics & james x rose AUs 🤍💫 (sorry i’m late btw)
I agree this fandom needs way more TSwift-inspired Ten/Rose AUs 😂
Song: Ivy
AU Idea: Another somewhat angsty song and idea, also with themes of infidelity due to the nature of the song.
This would make for another good ye olde time piece where James and Rose are each in an arranged marriage/betrothal to other people, but neither of them particularly ever wanted to get married, and they especially didn't want to be forced into a marriage. Both their marriages/betrothals are loveless and as a result, they're each miserable and depressed and want to burn the world down.
James is taking his betrothed out on the town, chaperoned of course 'cos God forbid anything untoward happen if he and his fiancée are left alone, even though everyone is aware of how much James hates being engaged. Perhaps Rose is a barmaid or something at the little pub James and his partner are at, and while she isn't his server directly, they keep locking eyes from across the room. James had never seen anyone so beautiful, and he's enchanted by her easy smiles and bright eyes whenever she interacts with a customer. Rose, meanwhile, thinks he's gorgeous and it's the first time she ever considered wanting to corner a stranger in a dark hall and kiss him silly.
Rose's shift ends before James and his fiancee finish their meal, and James sees her leaving and panics, because even though it's stupid and irresponsible, he wants to know her name and wants to see her again. He pretends he needs the toilets, and he follows her out the back door of the pub.
"Excuse me!"
She turns, and a delighted smile crosses her face to see the man she's been lusting over for the past hour. She smooths her hair back, and James's stomach sinks to see the wedding band on her finger. He nearly stutters out an apology, because surely she's a better person than him and doesn't despise her husband, but Rose saw the way he went a little dumbstruck at the sight of her ring, and she grimaces. He's confused, so he oh so loquaciously asks, "Er... married?"
She sighs. "Unfortunately. Earlier this year. Never met him 'til my wedding day."
Part of him aches that someone as seemingly lovely as her seems so unhappy, yet another part of him rejoices that he's not the only terrible person that hates their soon-to-be spouse.
"Yeah, I know what that's like."
"Oh? Miss blonde in there...?"
"Arranged. Parents need me to "carry on the bloodline"."
Rose giggles a little, and she holds out her hand. "I'm Rose."
"James." He shakes it, and it's like electricity shocks through him, stealing his breath and making his heart stutter deliciously in his stomach. "Say... I know this is odd and improper... but d'you... d'you maybe want to... take a walk with me sometime?"
Rose considers, and he's almost certain she's going to decline, but then she nods and says, "I take morning walks through the farm fields. I like watchin' the cows. I start my route on Henrick's street. Maybe I'll see you there?"
And she walks away, leaving him feeling giddy but so, so wretched.
And so a routine is borne. James and Rose regularly take morning walks together. Not every day, and not the same routes, because they're trying to avoid being noticed. It takes all of a week for James to tentatively reach for her hand while they stroll, and another week before he braves kissing said hand. They're each sick with guilt that they're essentially courting each other while they're promised to someone else.
But they can't seem to stop.
After the first month, they share their first kiss.
After the second, they make love in the shadow of an unoccupied barn.
That's their new routine. Walking and kissing and making love. But one day they're caught by the farmer whose barn they regularly commandeer, and word gets back to Rose's husband. He beats her to within an inch of her life.
James only finds out through whispers going 'round the town that Rose cuckolded her husband, and that she deserved the punishment she got, and that really, it could have been a lot worse.
He runs to her house to check on her, but she dismisses him and slams the door in his face when she sees him. It wasn't quick enough, because James hears a man shouting down the hall, asking who it was, and soon this hulking mass of a man is on the porch and takes a swing at James. The two of them skirmish, exchanging blows, with Rose pleading for them to stop. But all James sees in the swollen, bruised mess of her face and the arm she's got cradled in a sling. James punches her husband right in the nose, knocking him out.
James holds out his hand for Rose. "Run away with me?"
"Run away? Where are we going to go?"
"Does it matter? Anywhere is better than here. I know this is mad, but I'm in love with you, and I can't bear the thought of you staying in this house a moment longer. I can't bear the thought of not being with you, of not falling asleep and waking up beside you. Sod the rules and sod the expectations, and especially sod this horrible brute of a man you call a husband."
Rose wavers for a few seconds, eyes filled with tears, but she nods. She wiggles her wedding band off of her finger and slips it onto her husband's pinkie.
James almost collapses with relief, but he takes her hand and ushers her away into the morning. James has a bit of money saved up, so he sneaks into his house and grabs it all, leaving behind all of his material valuables. After all, he's got Rose. What else could he possibly need?
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RACHEL MCADAMS AS LISA REISERT RED EYE (2005) Dir. Wes Craven
tentoorose is simultaneously “i could fix them” and “i could make them worse” and “i could accept them as they are. you don’t like genocide? then grow tf up. the atrocities are part of them. i’ve decided they’re funny” which pretty much summarizes why they’re the most cunt-serving timepetals ship-adjacent
in honour of lithub making a list of ‘best 50 novels under 200 pages’ with a pathetic showing for women of colour… here’s a list excluding whites and men:
adania shibli, touch
shahrnush parsipur, women without men
fae myenne ng, bone
gwendolyn brooks, maud martha
theresa hak kyung cha, dictee
nawal el saadawi, woman at point zero
jamaica kincaid, a small place, lucy, annie john, my brother
mariama ba, so long a letter
maryse conde, i tituba, black witch of salem
kopano matlwa, coconut, evening primrose
suzette mayr, dr edith vane and the hares of crawley hall
tanya tagaq, split tooth
michelle cliff, no telephone to heaven, abeng
buchi emechata, second class citizen, the joys of motherhood
hiromi goto, chorus of mushrooms
tsitsi dangarembga, nervous conditions
yvonne vera, nehanda
emma perez, gulf dreams
etel adnan, sitt marie rose
jaqueline woodson, red at the bone
akwaeke emezi, freshwater
nella larsen, passing
laila lalami, hope and other dangerous pursuits
naomi fontaine, kuessipan
vi khi nao, fish in exile
shay youngbloood, soul kiss
bessie head, a question of power
han suyin, winter love
le thi diem thuy, the gangster we are all looking for
oyinkan braithwaite, my sister the serial killer
zinzi clemmons, what we lose
janet campbell hale, the jailing of cecelia capture
kim thuy, ru
sahar khalifeh, wild thorns
suniti namjoshi, the conversations of cow
gayl jones, corregidora
tamai kobayshi, prairie ostritch
gloria naylor, the women of brewster place
terri de la pena, margins
zen cho, the terracotta bride