𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘌𝘙𝘗𝘌𝘕𝘛 .

𝐈 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐍 ,

[luthienne]

“Better not to think about / the unimaginable distance / I’m at these days.”

— Bella Akhmadulina, from The Garden; “Features of an Artist’s Studio” (Tr. F.D. Reeve)

[thelezzieborden]

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[princessamericachavez]

I’m a huge sucker for characters that chose to be heroic. Like, no big prophecy, no great chosen one moment, just someone who consciously decided to do the right thing because someone fucking had to.

[rothelp]

grace and frankie season 5 starters.

i like the enthusiasm, but vibrators aren’t like donuts.

no tea, no shade, but why you gaggin’ bitch?

this is incredible! it’s amazing!

this is a disaster. it’s terrible.

i’ve already given you a hobo name. it’s patches.

oh my god, dreams do come true!

well…what else is supposed to happen?

i suppose it’s too much to hope for “you show me yours, i’ll show you mine”?

you wanna have sex me with or what?

i’ve kissed a girl.

fuck it.

you want to die today?

see, there it is, in glorious buttercream.

you can’t have your cake and fuck it too.

can i fuck it and then eat it?

you know, you always have a place here.

i’ve earned the right to take my sweet fucking time.

that’s my girl.

i’m not a guest. i’m a hostage.

every year, once a year, i allow myself a single, annual cry.

is that weird?

what is the best part of you?

i drank bong water that day, too.

honey, it’s not that bad.

there’s a naked hippie in my pool.

doesn’t he set off your bullshit detector?

i can’t tell if you’re joking or sad.

and thank you for putting your fingers in my mouth.

maybe i’ve taken a wrong turn.

you mean with me? i’m the wrong turn you took?

if it were, i would’ve found it already.

i thought you and i were doing something with meaning.

i thought we mattered.

you were right for once.

oh my god, it’s coming from inside the house.

you’re also scheduled for a big kiss on the mouth later.

you see, i’m an amateur sleuth with a degree in detectorology.

whoa, daddy.

just do an internet.

did alexander graham cracker need anyone’s permission to invent the cotton gin?

after great deliberation, i’ve decided to step down to spend less time with my family.

why did you suddenly decide to get high?

well, i have a few notes. first, it’s not good and i hate it.

don’t we sometimes sneak into each other’s bedrooms at night to kiss each other on the mouth?

why did i feel so relieved being away from you for two weeks?

you know how i felt when you were gone? free.

what the hell are we doing living together?

let’s hear it for the most amazing mother in the world, everyone!

maybe we don’t make sense anymore.

god only knows what i’d be without you.

do i look okay?

stay there! i’ll come to you.

oh, i need you, too.

i’m so much better because of you.

you’re my best friend and my partner and i  ––  i need you.

[devilomens]

secretariius.

 ——— —           FILES  FROM  THE  MEETING  TUCKED  UNDER  HER  ARM,     lillim  walks  briskly  back  towards  her  office,    making  it  clear  to  passerby  that  THEY  should  be  getting  out  of  HER  way,     not  the  other  way  around.     what  a  nightmare,  to  have  to  listen  to  demons  SPEAK  for  an  extended  period  of  time,    and  what  a  RELIEF,   the  sweet  silence  of  her  office       —

door  opens  and  she  stops,   hand  gripping  the  doorknob  as  eyes  examine  the  slouched  figure  at  her  desk,  surrounded  by  rats.    no  WONDER  he  wasn’t  at  the  meeting.   wordlessly,   she  removes  her  sunglasses  and  offers  a  single  exasperated,  yet  UNIMPRESSED,  expression.

RATS       ARE      BETTER       COMPANY      THAN      DEMONS               –––             it’s    a    fact    of    life    that    everyone    should    know    ,            really    .               so    ,          it    seems     a     little     like     common     sense    ,           then    ,           that     crowley’d      much    rather     hole     himself    away    in    lillim’s    office             (      WITH    AFOREMENTIONED     RATS       )             instead    of    actually    attending    the    meeting    he’d    been    approximately    twenty    minutes    late    to    .

&         he’d    been    enjoying    himself           (      as    much    as    one    can    enjoy    themselves    in    the    pits    of    Hell       )       ,            until    lillim    walked    in    .             more    specifically    ,                until    he’d    glanced    up         &         saw    that    expression    on    her    face    .                 ❝            ahh       –––       don’t    give    me   that    look    ,            ❞                comes    the    murmured    interjection    ,             quite    like    a    child    who    knows     they’re     about    to    be    scolded    .             they    share    common    ground    when    it    comes    to    abject    disdain    for    meetings    .                 ❝           anybody    miss     me     ?           ❞               he’s    rather    wrongfully    hoping    no    one    noticed    he    was    even    missing    !

[devilomens]

godslained.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇❜𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍;  a flair for the dramatic is one of the things he prides himself upon, and while crowley didn’t intend for march to hear      ———      nothing strays from his ears, mortal or otherwise.    ❛❛      is it above your power?   i had wondered what you were made of, at first, when we met that night so long ago,      ❜❜    a slender, black brow is raised, but he’s amused.    he snuffs out his cigarette in the ashtray, merely staring at crowley for a moment.    with a smile, march stands, walking over to bar, pouring them both a pair of scotches      ———      something ancient, something that march consistently conjures.    he hands the glass to crowley and sits once more, crossing legs knee - over - calf.    ❛❛      what did you want to talk about?   i daresay it won’t be pleasant, because it never is,      ❜❜    there’s a minute stretch of march’s mouth, almost a smile, but not, before he takes his drink and sips it, feeling the alcohol wash his brackish insides clean.    ❛❛      you either want something, or you need something, there’s never an in - between with you, now is there?      ❜❜

PRECARIOUSLY      FINDING      PERCH       upon    chair    ,             reluctantly    reclining    with   offered    scotch    going    untasted    in    near    death  -  grip               &             leg    bouncing    with    some    nerve  -  treading    ,               unspoken    anxiety    .              always    on    edge     in     this    place              –––             something    he    can’t    help    ,                when   it   comes    down    to    it    .            not    with    the    aching    ,          agonizing     steel    spires    of    art    deco    built    on    the    very    foundation    of   sin    ,           not    when    there’s    rampant    discomfort            (       CONTRARY    TO    POPULAR    BELIEF    !           )                bleeding    into    bones    at   the    seeping    cruelty    that    suffuses    the    air    .               somehow    ,            it’s    worse    than    being    downstairs    .                     ❝             nnn  .  .  .  nope    .           not    pleasant    ,           no    .             ❞                     not    in    the    slightest    .           free    palm    scrubs    over    black    denim    ,          serpentine    glow    from    behind    darkened    lenses   dimmed    .             nervous    tick    .                     ❝            i    need            –––             a    room    .            for    awhile    ,               few    weeks     maybe    .               people    to    tempt    ,              quotas    to    fill    ,               y’know    ,          that    sort    of    thing    .            ❞

[devilomens]

crowley will eat frogs whole in front of hastur as an intimidation tactic

[devilomens]

secretariius.

——— —               CLAWS  TIGHTLY  CLUTCHING  HER  HANDBAG,     almost  as  if  she  were  to  wring  it  out  in  frustration.       an  overreaction  ?      perhaps,  but  one  had  to  understand  that  lillim  had  never  NOT  KNOWN  SOMETHING.    since  her  creation,  she  had  known  everybody’s  business.     simply  the  idea  that  she  wasn’t  in  on  some  GREAT  SECRET    (  especially  pertaining  to  a  seemingly  unkillable  demon  )    was  enough  to  light  a  fire  beneath  her  eyes.            ❛      of  COURSE  i  was  there.    i  thought  i  was  about  to  watch  you  BOIL.     what  the  fuck  happened ?      ❜

PREEMPTIVE     STEP     BACK     ,             eyeing    the    bag    from    behind    shades                :            an    unconscious    defense    mechanism    borne    from    too   many    swats    .                   ❝             uhhh   .  .  .         –––             ❞                 elongated           &          wavering    ,                nearly    losing    unsure    footing     .                should    he    say    ?                  ❝                it’s   .  .  .   a   long   story            –––           y’wouldn’t    believe     me     if    i   told    you    .             ❞

[devilomens]

shakespeare   aesthetic ,      repost   do   not   reblog .

                                macbeth:

the howl of wolves.    moonless nights.   dirt under fingernails.   stained silk.  chattering teeth.    voices hoarse and cracked.   rotting fruit.    echoing drums.    dry heaving.   hanging cobwebs.   stifling humidity.    bloodshot eyes.    the roughness of rusted steel.   wild rosebushes.    muscle cramps.    the sound of splintering wood.

                      a midsummer night’s dream:

crackling fires.    ivy crawling on stone.    the faint music of running water.    petrichor.    dirty, bare feet.    tattered clothing.    thistledown.    wilted wildflower crowns.    late evening birdsong.    curling leaves.    a symphony of croaking frogs.    drifting feathers.    the eerie sound of windchimes at night.    humming bees.    beds of clover.

                        romeo and juliet:

warm golden lamplight.    worn shoes.    crumbling brick walls.    whispered poetry.   embroidered satin.    cool, hazy mornings.    tousled hair.    rosewater.    flushed cheeks.    distant orchestras.    unfinished marble statues.    cobblestone streets.   loose threads.   ink smudged on parchment.   tapping fingers.    dust illuminated by sunlight.   poison vials.

                             hamlet:

shattered glass.    cluster of fraying ribbons.    unanswered knocks on doors.    lingering dampness.   white noise.    inexplicable drafts.    migraines.    memories of dreams.    tarnished silver.    bleeding ears.    the taste of metal.    reflected mirrors.    dry, cracked lips.    the sound of tearing paper.   fogged windows.    protruding veins.

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[luthienne]

Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

[devilomens]

❝            I      MEAN      IT    .             whatever     you     want            –––            just    say    the    word    .             ❞                 /            @destinedgreat    liked   .

[devilomens]

❝           –––          PLEASE        TELL        ME        YOU’RE        NOT         seriously     living     in    that     thing    .                 ❞                  /           @coyti    liked   .

[devilomens]

❝            SO     ?           WHAT     SAY     YOU     ?            –––         what    sssort     of     trouble      should     we    get    into    tonight    ?           ❞                  /            @vaempir    liked   .

[devilomens]

deetztm.

❝    INTERESTING BOOK YOU GOT THERE    .    ❞    inquisitive eyes scan the leather    -    bound volume    .    it almost reminds her of the handbook for the recently deceased    ,    but the cover is too dark to be so    .    ❝    is it worth the read    ?    ❞ 

❝            ER      –––           ❞              quickly    dropped    gaze    to    the    book    in    question     ,            nearly    forgotten    about    despite    fingers’    grip    ‘round    it    .               ❝            your    guess’s    as    good    as    mine    .            it    belongs    to    a    friend    .            don’t    think    he’d    been    too    keen    on    you    borrowing    it    ,           though    .           ❞

[devilomens]

❝            –––           ARE     YOU     THE     ONE       that’s    been    going    ‘round    ,           stealing    things    ?            art    ‘n    whatever    else    ?            ❞                   /           @hisleisure    liked   .

[devilomens]

vricll.

“angel business. stuff you wouldn’t understand anymore.” uriel’s distaste is clear in their tone. it’s snooty, perhaps, but that was one thing angels could be counted on to be – holier than thou and arrogant to boot. or, at least the archangels were such. or had become as such. power did that. “i suppose i will just wait for him with you, then.” uriel’s smile is positively mocking as they settle in a chair across from the demon, studying their nails – painted a tan with gold accents.

no way they were going to tell crowley what had happened. not quite banishment – but reassignment. they last thing they wanted was to give the demon a reason to mock them. their ego was fragile enough right now without the added insult to injury.

AWKWARD     AN     UNDERSTATEMENT             :           the    presence    of    an    angel     other    than    aziraphale    uncomfortable    ,             to    say    the    absolute    least    .                 ❝             .   .   .     right    .             ❞                hesitance    bleeds    into    the    resettling    of    position    on    couch            –––           on    much    higher    alert    as    serpent’s    gaze    focuses    itself    ,            unblinking    ,          at    the    celestial    across    the    way    .             shoulders    pinched    straighter    ,           lips    pressed     together     in    apparently    serious    thought    .

it’s    not    really     his     place    ,            but    there’s    some    ungodly    need    to    deafen    silence    worming    its    way    up    throat              &           it’s    too    far    gone    to    be    swallowed    back     down    ,                 ❝            i    might    be    off    the    mark     here    ,              but             –––             there’s     something     different    about    you    .           i    just    can’t    quite    put    my    finger    on    it    .            ❞

[devilomens]

❝            –––          WHAT      IS     IT       that    we’re    trying    to    do    again    ?            m’still    a    little    fuzzy    on    the    details    .            ❞                   /            @oharetulip    liked   .