Nicole Kidman & Laura Dern in Monterey,CA While filming ‘Big Little Lies’ on Monday, April 16th.
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Not today Justin
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Nicole Kidman & Laura Dern in Monterey,CA While filming ‘Big Little Lies’ on Monday, April 16th.
-listens to your reality- -CRIES-
“aeipathy”
— (noun) A lost word, an aeipathy is classified as an unyielding passion or love of something or someone. A passion so strong that it could be considered pathological; it withstands, time, doubt, and change. (via wordsnquotes)
no honestly if you don’t think my haruko muse is gonna shoot through the roof.
NEW FLCL SERIES IN JUNE AND SEPTEMBER. HARUKO’S COMING BACK. SHE DOES THE VOICE OVER IN THE TRAILER. SO MUCH INTERNAL SCREAMING. H A R U K O. MY FUCKED UP CHILD. THE THEME SONG STARTED AND JUST FLCL FLCL FLCL FLCL. AND IT’S HARUKO. AND I JUST. FLAILS.
things to do: -Mami’s America verse -CSM’s write-up -the misc. Monika headcann just sitting in my drafts -starters??? -replies???? -????? -profit????
THE BEAST is much more comfortable walking around on all fours than he is on his haunches. Despite the fact that he is a prince transformed into an animal, the latter is still what he physically is - and animals such as he is are four-legged creatures and walk about on all fours. In his first few years, he trained himself - slowly but surely - to maintain balance and walk on his hind legs to give himself a more humanoid stature, to retain something of his old nature, but doing so took a great deal of work (consider training a cat or a dog to walk on their hind legs). His balance is slightly off walking like a human, and his more princely attire (what has been modified to fit his more beastly frame) always feels constrictive against his fur. When no one else is around, he has a tendency to prowl about more like a lion with much less constrictive clothes (think the cartoon version - the draped cloak (not even a full shirt, just a cloak) and torn pants), and even with visitors, his clothing is still likely to not be princely in nature unless he feels the need to perform or believes that they’re worth the extra work. He is primarily concerned with his own comfort, especially as his time as a cursed being grows longer with no suggestion of being saved - making the most of how he looks, even if that is not who he is.
@rodedragons - from [x]:
“Just a farmer’s boy.” At one point, that might have been true, but that moment has long since passed. At a guess, one could likely say the same of the THING that stands before him. It speaks like a man and stares at him with a man’s wariness, but there would be no mistaking it for anything but a BEAST. “If I asked the same of you, would you answer?”
“About as well as you did.” The prince is not a petulant child, but he maintains the same stubbornness. Truth be told, it is not a question he has needed to answer since his days in school; when he was human, every one had known who he was, and those who didn’t asked someone else. He rocks back on his haunches. “What is a farmer’s boy doing here?”
@dejabrewed - because you write a thing when you have muse to write the thing even if you’ve got other stuff you’re supposed to be doing on a blog oops.
You’re maybe a little too old to be playing in shops. But it’s all you know how to do - your mother’s guitar between your hands on the soft sets, your voice crooning as calloused fingers shift chord to chord, plucking notes with eyes closed. The lights are too harsh on your skin (that’s her imagination, actually, the warmth of shop lights make her much younger than the harsh ones of the stage - she’s not quite a decade older but she looks the same. she’s just too close to see it); you think everyone must see every wrinkle no matter how good the make-up looks before you leave. --and you never start with her guitar, even if the acoustic sound is better background noise than the one you’d bought with The Shooting, the one to match Rin and her purple Rickenbaker, Kara and her pitch black, the one painted gold in bright contrast even though Rin’d begged you to go with a soft ice blue (and Kara didn’t say it, but Jess knows that if she had to pick a metal, silver fit best - but she had to stand out, didn’t she? wasn’t that the point?) - but you’re a rocker. You were anyway. You’re not sure what you are anymore.
Her arms are way too full - two guitar cases on one side (she has such a hard time keeping them from knocking together if she holds one in each hand), her mother’s in her hand, hers tucked between arm and far too spindly waist; an amp in the other (heavier than the guitars by far but necessary) - and she has to put the amp down on the ground to open the door, brushing sunglasses up onto her head, tugging at her bright red hair. It’s too hot for anything but a tank top - it accentuates curves; Rin would be proud if she were still here - but she has multi-colored hoops and bands hanging from her wrists three inches high. They keep her from feeling so bare.
Jess places the amp just inside the door, glances around before finally, finally--
“Jo, Jo!” A pause - Fuck - and she corrects herself (she is always shortening names; even when Dee named her Samantha, she was Sam, and Dee was always Dee; she couldn’t even remember what her real name was anymore)-- “Ms. Calloway--” Keeps the guitar tucked against her side, the other in her hand, is careful not to rush or speak louder than an almost hiss because to disturb the customers would be death-- “It’s--- I’m Jess.” She holds out a hand, polite as you please. Or trying, at least. “...where do you want me to set up?”
≈Doki Doki Literature Club, Monika
- By Emy
me@me: did i ever do that write-up for the mami in america verse.
nope i didn’t i need to get to that.
me@me: did i ever do that write-up for the mami in america verse.
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