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It’s time to stop okay …

"No, you're still directing your hate towards yourself, it's like you're just punching your own face. I'm a monster, I'm going to kill everyone, I don't know what I am. No, none of that is your fault, you big, dumb, idiot! Father made you think that you're dangerous and to control your anger. How do you know that the outside world would reject you? Have you been up there? No one gives a fuck! New York is insane! No, no don't beat yourself up, that car is everything that ever hurt you. Again."

“Father didn’t make me think these things. Stop blaming him for everything. I know you blame him for all of your problems, but I won’t blame him for mine. Maybe you’re right about one thing, though.” He took a breath. “Don’t direct my anger towards myself.” He said the last part to himself. The beast isn’t your enemy, the beast isn’t a monster. He’s your ally, he’s a protector. You wouldn’t be able to protect your family as you do if it weren’t for him. Don’t fear the beast, don’t blame the beast. He’s you. Blame those who would cause your family harm.

#anon #queenie anon #ask #world below

"You're much stronger than I remember, Kitty. But that's why we're here, we all have monsters and we need to take them for a walk! Air them out so it doesn't bubble up!" Queenie takes a breath, okay, defuse the situation, he's self loathing and it's not helping him. "You know what else I hated? He made all of us wear brown, stitched up clothes instead of dressing like normal people!" Her bat smashed into the TV. "I hated that! Remember when I got this coat, how shook you all were?!"

Her voice brought him out of it a bit, back to himself, but he didn’t want to lose momentum, at least not all the way because she clearly wasn’t done here. Redirect. A part of the redirecting involved him physically changing the direction his impacts were hitting. He still couldn’t allow himself to think about what had just previously happened, he knew that would come back to haunt him later, but it… It did feel good to get that out of his system and it felt good not to hold back. “I think… I think you might have been right about this. At least for now.”

#anon #queenie anon #world below #ask

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"Okay, okay... Let's start with the obvious one." She grabbed the bat at first, holding it tight in her arms. "Father made sure, you didn't speak to me for YEARS!" Smash! The hard wood hit the car's window. "I was ALONE, underground, because Father made sure everyone would avoid me like the plague. Half of my 'family' hates me because I spoke against him, it's power abuse!" Smash! "Now you Vincent, what gets you fired up, what pisses you off more than anything? That is the car."

He watched her as she smashed in the car’s window. She had so much rage, and he didn’t blame her. Her words only increased the sense of guilt he was feeling. What gets him fired up? What does get him fired up? What does he hate? He hates… This conflict between her and Father. He wished they could work out their differences but they’re both so stubborn and it’s torn their community apart. At least, it’s torn her away from them. From her home. He hates… He hates that there are questions that Father won’t answer. Secrets he knows that Father is keeping from him, from everyone. He doesn’t push too hard, because he’s sure Father has his reasons he just hated that he didn’t know what they are. He hates… “I hate that… You’re kept apart from the community. That you won’t come home. I hate that… There are secrets that Father won’t tell me. I hate–” A small growl, “that I don’t know what I am. That I probably won’t ever know who I am or where I come from.” Take it out on the car. ”I won’t know why I was abandoned or who it was that left me– I hate that I can’t ever leave here– stuck in the shadows, hiding underground. Shunned. Feared. There is beauty in the world that is forever forbidden to me because I am a beast, a monster unfit for the outside world.” He hit against the car. He didn’t need a baseball bat to damage it. It barely even registered that it should be hard metal he was hitting into as his blunt force dented it. “I hate that that is what they’d see in me– I hate it because they’re right.” He continued to beat against it. “There is a beast in me, a wild beast who claws at me everyday and I could lose my control–” He gripped onto the car door where Queenie had previously shattered the glass, and his tight grip dented the metal. “I could lose it so easily and I seem calm, placid, passive but I’m not– underneath the surface there is a monster who could rip everyone to shreds in seconds and I’m terrified that he will destroy everything I love.” He let out a growl and ripped the door off its hinges and he didn’t know if she had been expecting this tonight, or if he had, or even what he had been expecting to happen tonight but he allowed himself to rip into the car anyway. He couldn’t bare to look at her now and he couldn’t let himself think because if he did he might try to get himself to stop or run away, or actually process all that he had said, or recognize that the monster he so feared was out so he had to focus only on the car.

#ask #anon #queenie anon #world below #the beast

“Je t'aime.”

“Je t’aime aussi mon amour.”

"Okay, we're almost there, almost- Stop peaking, dickhead!" Queenie led Vincent to her completed project, his panic room, a place for him to let go, just for a second, a part of the undergound, isolated from everyone, with a busted up car and other smashable things all around. "Ta-da! It's amazing what you can find in the old theatre storeroom, am I right. So, Kitty..." Queenie grabbed a baseball bat of her own. "Where do you want to start?"

“I’m not peeking.” That didn’t mean he hadn’t tried, though. Why was the blindfold necessary? Alright, he knew that she wanted it to be a surprise. A part of the fun for her. But he was already apprehensive enough. He tried not to let it show. He looked around the room when she removed the blindfold and it… Made him feel a bit better about it, actually. There was enough room and enough things around that he could keep his focus on. It was manageable. It’s not putting her in a huge amount of risk. He smiled. She put thought and effort into this, has it all figured out and he appreciated what she was trying to do for him, even if he still wasn’t convinced it was the best idea. It could be… fun, not fun, but a good stress reliever. It shouldn’t be fun… right? “This is… Wonderful, Queenie, thank you.” He looked around. He wasn’t sure how to start, really. “I… don’t know. You can start, just give me a minute.” It would probably be easier if her attention was on something that isn’t him.

#anon #queenie anon #ask #world below

twinsand

starsintheskysandsontheshore

I’m slowly dying under my workload and backlog list as long as my arm whole stinking body so I tried to calm down via Vincent doodle

#Beauty and the beast 1987

tainbocuailnge

terrifying monstrosity: who could possibly love me when I am a terrifying monstrosity me, stretched out on the table in front of them with a rose between my teeth: well

teabirdy

WELL THEN.

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OH MY GOD

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el tigre es pequeño y gordo

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EL TIGRE ES PEQUEÑO Y GORDO

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EL TIGRE ES PEQUEÑO Y GORDO

fourteen--steps

First of all, it’s not nice to take pictures without sourcing them to the photographer. Which is doubly important because if you had you would have found the rest of Paul Wiggin’s photos of this sumatran tiger cub from the Chester Zoo and and used this one instead, which is objectively 10x better in every way

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EL TIGRE ES PEQUEÑO Y GORDO Y ENOJADO

frederick-the-ii

Adding more photos of this tiny and fat and aNGRY boi

#grr

manenimittliv-a-blog

Vincent sat down by the lake. The children were convinced that there is a mermaid living in their lake and he agreed to check it out, since none of the other adults would believe them. So he sat to wait and see if the mermaid would come to the surface.

Anna stayed a few feet below the surface of the water and just watched him. She usually avoided the adults, but there was something about him… The children had mentioned someone who would believe them. Maybe this was him? She was debating with herself about what she should do. She didn’t want him thinking the children were liars, but she also wasn’t sure she wanted to be found.

hecomesfromasecretplace

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She nodded. I could show you if you want. It could also wait. I don’t want you to get overwhelmed. It was a lot to take in. He had come looking for a mermaid, though, so it wasn’t like telling someone who thought she was human.

Overwhelmed? Oh, no, it’s alright. I wouldn’t get overwhelmed. But you don’t have to show me, either, if you don’t want to. Honestly he was very curious, but he didn’t want her to feel like she had to.

#The Mermaid of the World Below #Anna #manenimittliv #world below

"They also make you look good. But I guess you're right." She placed them on top of her head, and there they stayed. As soon as they went home, she tried to write music again, she'd play a few short chords on her beaten up old guitar then "Dammit!" Tried to hum something "Dammit!". Lily was starting to get frustrated as Vincent walked past. "Dammit, dammit, dammit!"

Vincent heard her struggling with her music and paused for a moment, watching her. “Is everything alright, Lily?” He walked to her. “Still haven’t been able to find your muse, I take it. Anything I can do to help?”

#Lily Anon #anon #asks #world below