𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖔𝖚𝖘 / ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ.

ɪ’ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴄᴀꜱᴛʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴇᴇɴ. independent JOSEPHINE MARCH of little women. ( selective. private. penned by a. )

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[maerches]

hey  all  !  i’m  seeing  little  women  again  in  a  few  days  so  maybe  that’ll  kickstart  my  muse  again  ?  i’m  struggling  rn  but  catch  me  on  my  main  @floralege  ‘til  then  because  i’m  HAPPY  to  dive  into  historical  verses  and  threads  with  all  of  you.

[niceaf]

Liability // Lorde

[azuremae-blog]

“Your heart understood mine. In the depth of the fragrant night, I listened with ravished soul to your beloved voice. Your heart understood mine.”

— Friedrich Bhaer, Little Women

[vince-thrilligan]

“Jo and Laurie even share clothing in the movie. We made duplicate costumes for them to wear in parallel, as if they were wearing each other’s clothes.” – Jacqueline Durran, costume designer

[baymakesmemes-blog]

pride & prejudice (2005) sentence starters pt. 1

[ some lines have been edited to make sense on their own. as always, feel free to make any needed adjustments to suit your muses ]

“As you wish to tell me, my dear, I doubt I have any choice in the matter.” “What have I told you about listening at the door?” “Are you listening? You never listen.” “How can you tease me so? Have you no compassion for my poor nerves?” “Now, if every man in the room does not end the evening in love with you, then I am no judge of beauty.” “One of these days, someone will catch your eye, and then you’ll have to watch your tongue!” “He looks miserable, poor soul.” “I mean, I can read, of course!” “I’ve never seen so many pretty girls in my life.” “She is the most beautiful creature I have ever beheld.” “She’s perfectly tolerable, I dare say. And not handsome enough to tempt me.” “You’d better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles. You’re wasting your time with me.” “Count your blessings. If he liked you, you’d have to talk to him.” “I wonder who first discovered the power of poetry in driving away love?” “I thought poetry was the food of love.” “So what would you recommend to encourage affection?” “You know perfectly well I don’t believe marriage should be driven by a lot of money.” “Only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony, which I why shall end up an old maid.” “He danced with you most of the night and stared at you the rest of it.” “I could more easily forgive his vanity if he had not wounded mine.” “Your skills in the art of matchmaking are positively occult.” “Although I don’t think you can reasonably take credit for making it rain.” “You drop something, they pick it up, and then you’re introduced.” “I think it’s amazing you young ladies have the patience to be so accomplished.” “I never saw such a woman. She would certainly be a fearsome thing to behold.” “I can admire you much better from here.” “Would you consider pride a virtue or a fault?” “We’re doing our best to find fault in you.” “I find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others, or their offenses against me. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.” “Oh dear, I cannot tease you about that. What a shame, for I dearly love to laugh.” “I think a ball is a perfectly irrational way to make new acquaintance.” “What excellent boiled potatoes. It’s been many years since I’ve had such an exemplary vegetable.” “How happy for you to possess the talent for flattering with such delicacy.” “Believe me, no one would suspect your manners to be rehearsed.” “I can’t be trusted. I have very poor taste in ribbons.” “Only a man truly confident in himself could admit to that.” “Ignore me. I’m of next to no importance, so it’s easily done.” “You can’t invite people to other people’s balls.” “It is not for me to be driven away. If he wishes to avoid seeing me, he must go, not I.” “We were both with him the day he died.” “I still think there must have been a misunderstanding.”  “I’m so pleased you’re here.” “Are you looking for someone?”  “I’m just admiring the general splendor.” “I did not think you danced.” “In fact, several people have complimented me on my lightness of foot.” “It is my intention, if I may be so bold, to remain close to you throughout the evening.” “It would be most inconvenient, since I have sworn to loathe him for all eternity.”  “No, I prefer to be unsociable and taciturn. Makes it all so much more enjoyable, don’t you think?” “Why do you ask such a question?” 

[maerches]

            i’ve  got  the  𝐤𝐞𝐲  𝐭𝐨  𝐦𝐲  𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞  in  the  air  —–   but  whether  i                                    can  𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛  remains  to  be  seen. 

independent  jo  march     /    loved  by  a   (  21  +  ,  pst  )   /  semi  -  selective  &  private.

[maerches]

with  :  amy.

sent by ➣ @floralege

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

“You’re not allowed to laugh,” Amy rules, her voice a small mumble against her forearms as her chin rests of the surface of the dining room table, her eyes distantly following the leaps and curls of the fire in the hearth in the next room. 

“But I don’t think anyone is ever going to love me. Really love me. Be in love with me.”

She swallows. It sounds silly, saying it out loud, but it also sounds true. It feels true. Of course, she knows her sisters love her. Marmee and father love her too, she knows; without question or condition. And she wants that to be good enough. She wishes it were enough. 

“I’m afraid that I’ve made myself so much of a fraud that even if someone does fall in love with me, it won’t be the real version. I don’t even know what the real version is. But if anyone saw it, I think they’d be disappointed.”

  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑  𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍  𝚒𝚜  𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚢  𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝   -----   beyond  the  crackling  fire  and  marmee’s  dulcet  croon  echoing  through  the  intimate  homestead,  there’s  a  muted  harmony  that  gives  jo  brief  respite  long  enough  to  finish  her  latest  play.  enraptured  by  illustrious  tales  of  dashing  heroes  and  feverish  adventures,  she  hadn’t  noticed  her  additional  company  :  she  very  nearly  parts  her  lips  to  request  amy  read  a  few  dubious  lines  aloud,  but  it  seems  her  sister  has  much  else  on  her  mind.  love,  love,  love  :  the  common  thread  among  her  sisters,  the  sole  desire  that  jo  rarely  understood.  not  the  love  of  family  or  companions,  which  she  savored  wholeheartedly,  but  romantic  love  that  lead  to  romeo  and  juliet  decaying  in  each  other’s  arms.

“  a  faint  grasp  on  personal  identity  doesn’t  make  you  a  fraud,  amy,  it  makes  you  human   -----   a  young  one  at  that.  you’d  be  awfully  bored  if  you  knew  everything  about  yourself  right  now.  ”  jo  sets  down  her  pencil,  offering  amy  the  rarity  of  her  undivided  attention.  “  isn’t  the  love  we  give  you  enough  ?  i  can  promise  that  i’ll  love  you  more  than  a  million  desperate  suitors  ever  could.  and  we’d  have  more  to  laugh  about.  ”  there  isn’t  a  single  person  more  enchanting  and  exciting  than  amy,  despite  the  countless  ways  she  ignites  jo’s  temper,  and  the  elder  sister  quietly  seethes  at  the  notion  of  romance  being  the  only  ambition  set  forth  for  amy.

“  anybody  who  is  disappointed  in  the  real  you  must  be  a  bore.  ”  jo’s  uncompromising  in  her  identity  to  a  damning  fault  ----  not  that  she  imagines  anybody  could  be  in  love  with  her,  a  miserable  curse  she  wouldn’t  wish  upon  a  single  soul.  “  you’ll  be  loved  brilliantly  someday,  and  i’ll  have  a  getaway  plan  prepared.  ”

[maerches]

            i’ve  got  the  𝐤𝐞𝐲  𝐭𝐨  𝐦𝐲  𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞  in  the  air  -----   but  whether  i                                    can  𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛  remains  to  be  seen. 

independent  jo  march     /    loved  by  a   (  21  +  ,  pst  )   /  semi  -  selective  &  private.

[vaememes]

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

—Greta Gerwig, Little Women (2019) Script

[crimesivecommitted]

Saoirse Ronan in Little Women (2019)

[fugglecases]

Little Women (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig

[lifeawoke]

little women group verse 

    a  group  of  sisters  and  the  people  in  their  lives–    the  family,  the  friends,  the  enemies,  the  love  interests,  and  so  forth–    navigate  their  world  as  they  grow  up.  in  short:    sisters  being  sisters,  people  being  people.

you  like  little  women    ?    you  don’t  know  jack  shit  about  little  women  and  wanna  join  a  group  verse    ?    here’s  your  chance    !    we’re  chill    &    our  main  focus  is  just  developing  our  characters  together.  join  the  discord  group  HERE.

[maerches]

also  !  lil  baby  heads  up  that  this  is  a  sideblog,  so  don’t  fret  if  i  don’t  follow  back   ----  it’ll  be  from  my  main  account  (  floralege  )  !

[maerches]

with  :  laurie.

      ➠ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 – @maerches·       ↳  ‘ tell me you’re not planning on doing anything stupid. ’

“On the contrary,” Laurie argues, his arms folding across his chest as his head tilts, the large tree that had caught his eye was the sole focus of his steer as the cogs in his mind were practically audible in their work. It must have been older than their grandfathers put together – if hers were still with them – and yet he was overcome with the urge to scale it like he was built for such things. 

Those whims are something he blames entirely on the most rambunctious of the March sisters, who made him realise he had almost entirely missed out on a childhood. 

( While also reminding him that joy could still be reclaimed. )

Like most of his fancies, the urge wasn’t passing, inspiring him to all but zip passed Jo with a mischievous look of encouragement on his face for her to follow. 

“I never plan my stupidity, I just unleash it and hope it finds it’s way to brilliance by the end.”

     “  forgive  me,  teddy,  i  didn’t  get  a  chance  to  finish  -----   ”  feline  grin  stretches  across  grinning  lips,  the  swashbuckling  pirate’s  hat  (  or  marmee’s  bonnet  that  the  imaginative  duo  had  repurposed  )   tilting  over  gleaming  hues,  “  ------   i  meant  to  add  without  me.  ”

jo  straddles  two  worlds,  with  a  feeble  grasp  on  either  :  she  can  spot  adulthood  taunting  on  the  horizon,  marriages  and  families  and  all  those  curious  things  that  had  been  laid  out  for her  with  little  regard  for  what  SHE  wants   -----   and  then  there’s  youth,  blissfully  gold,  begging  not  to  be  forgotten,  and  that’s  where  jo  carves  out  a  slice  of  the  world  for  herself  and  teddy.   just  them,  always  them. 

“  stupidity  and  brilliance  are  horrifically  close  to  one  another  !  ”  she  calls  out  breathlessly,  grasping  the  hem  of  her  perpetually  torn  skirt  as  she  eagerly  follows  suit.  a  few  paces  and  a  hefty  lunge  later,  she  flings  herself  on  laurie’s  back,  sending  them  both  toppling  into  the  grass.

 side  by  side  under  the  afternoon  sun,  the  spirited  writer  places  her  hat  atop  laurie’s  head  and  falls  into  a  fit  of  soft  giggles.  “  i’ve  been  thinking  about  a  life  for  us,  ”  she  begins,  earnest  in  an  almost  achingly  misleading  way,  “  -----  in  the  circus.  do  you  have  any  fitting  skills  ?  ”

[maerches]

full  facts  :   modern  jo  is  still,  by  nature,  a  writer   -----    but  her  first  job  post  -  college  is  at  a  publishing  house,  and  she  strives  to  be  the  head  of  her  own  someday.  because  it’s  not  just  her  written  word  that  deserves  to  be  read  :  it’s  the  written  word  of  all  forgotten,  marginalized  voices  with  countless  stories  to  tell.