2ndary

disco

[groommywriting]

alias: disco

pronouns: she/her

fave faces: jock boyz, girls that look like they can kill you, older men (my love for mads mikkelsen and keanu reeves smh) i do try to change it up but alex pettyfer is a fave

thing(s) you’d like to see on the site: family plots!!! big extended families with a million siblings who all have complicated relationships, and people married into said families. makeshift families of rag tag kids that ride or die together. twisted relationships. fluff. friendship fluff. rapidfire group threads. a million threads in general so i can stalk y’all.

fave spooky film/show/book/etc: i cannot watch horror movies because i am a Coward but i love spooky thrillers and read the goriest of books. somehow that's ok?? anyway i read all of stephen king when i was a tween and my favorite thing is a plot twist. 

hit us with yr fave gif:

[starrover]

““"Is it poisonous?” “Like all beautiful things, I would hope so.”“”

— - Vanessa Ives and Dorian Gray; Penny Dreadful

[cataphatism-blog]

MARAUDERS ERA, LONDON TWENTY-EIGHTEEN.

Smokes that billow. Soot that stains. Dust that settles. Gods are now silent as the wizarding fragment of London is halved in two, with the oligarchical reign of the Dark Lord in one, and the Order of Phoenix as another inconsequential factor to the equation. The First Wizarding War ended years ago, but it has never meant that the battle is over. It never is.

COMING SOON TO JCINK NEAR YOU: TRACKING #DEIFORMRP. CURRENTLY STAFF SEARCHING.

[authors-haven]

Southern/Suburban Gothic Prompts

- The long grass waves in the fields as the sun goes down, making a sound like it’s whispering. You don’t want to know what it’s saying.

- The streetlights always flicker twice – once as you pass under them, and again just after. You wonder if they flicker every time something passes underneath them, but you don’t want to turn and find out.

- He’s the perfect southern gentleman: gelled hair, soft eyes, a gentle accent that makes you almost sleepy. The first time he kisses you, when he bites your bottom lip, you could almost ignore how his teeth feel too sharp. Almost.

- The storefronts wait empty; the wind blows the doors open and shut, open and shut. Everything looks deserted, but you know it’s not. They’re lying in wait, is all.

- You pass an alleyway and there’s something waiting – something with bright eyes and an eager smile. You pass without a second look. As long as you don’t look, you’re safe.

[antiquery]

O LORD ANSWER ME: a collection of southern gothic music with religious themes. 

nothing but the water grace potter and the nocturnals | the devil had a hold of me gillian welch | saint elizabeth kaia kater | devils amelia curran | old time religion parker millsap | bless your soul the bones of j.r. jones | broken bones kaleo | i am the man thomas devil makes three | all saints’ day the silent comedy

[kohlhase]

[ivory-lace-and-sunlight]

[florizels]

I stand in the presence of the destroyed god: a rubble of tendons, knuckles and raw sinews. Knowing that the work is mine how can I love you?

Margaret Atwood, Excerpt of Speeches for Dr. Frankenstein from Selected Poems 1965-1975. (via xshayarsha)

[phantohms]

I drag my chain of gilded crowns, the weight splinters my bones

to rule is to be captive // s.g. (via phantohms)

[chantatum]

[men-men-everywhere]

Alex Pettyfer

[lifeinpoetry]

Many things dwell inside my bones: Hebrews believed demons          brought madness—but when young

                                       girls placed dull knives to their                              flesh, no spirits escaped—No,                                        nothing can hide in the                              body: because my body is the moon

grabbing hold of light.

— Ashley Mares, from “Spellbound,” published in Stirring

[groommywriting]

#son of a preacher man

[lifeinpoetry]

I have stars in my mouth—might you forgive me?

Vickie Vértiz, from “Resistance as Glass and Lace,” Palm Frond with Its Throat Cut (via lifeinpoetry)

[lifeinpoetry]

But the night was dark and love was a burning fence about my house.

Audre Lorde, from “Gemini,” Undersong: Chosen Poems Old and New (via lifeinpoetry)

[victoriousvocabulary]

ACCOY 

[verb] 

1. to render quiet; to sooth. 

2. to subdue; to tame; to daunt. 

Etymology: from Middle French acoyer, from a- + coi, ‎“quiet, calm”.

[Audrey Benjaminsen - Little Red Cap (by Carol Ann Duffy)]

[lifeinpoetry]

i call for God. i call for God but out comes your name

//

i call for God & out comes your name & then your blood next,

— Danez Smith, from “For the Dead Homie,” published in The Fight and the Fiddle

[antigonick]

He was like a wild thing that hides, not a wild thing that pursues.

Iris Murdoch, The Unicorn (via antigonick)