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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
we're not kids anymore.
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@maggells
“Occasionally, however, a woman writer is told gravely, “You write like a man.” Since this is the highest accolade, presented as a judgment from above and closed to any further discussion, it would be impolite to ask, “Which man? Any man? You?””
— Joyce Carol Oates, Why Is Your Writing So Violent? (via warmhealer)
Michelle (or any of her characters if you prefer)/Reader
It’s late, near closing, and the small frame of the dark haired woman sat in a corner of your bar working on her third scotch neat looks achingly familiar. Her hair is up and she’s wearing sunglasses despite the dim lights but you’d still recognize her bone structure almost anywhere. She’s been watching you serve drinks to the few stragglers at the bar top for the last half hour. You can’t see her eyes but you can feel her gaze on your skin and it burns like quicksilver. Her fingertips are stroking the rim of the cut glass tumbler in front of her and the way she licks her lips when she downs the rest of it is completely filthy. As if you weren’t wet enough already.
You make the mistake of turning your back for a moment to re-shelve a bottle and when you spin back around she’s right there in front of you, so striking you audibly gasp, trying to play it off with a grin and a tight laugh.
“You startled me. Wasn’t expecting such a gorgeous sight right in front of my very eyes.” Turn up the charm, stamp down the flip-flopping sensation in your gut like you’re freefalling without a parachute. Your hands feel empty and anxious, like they want to touch her but you can’t, the thick wood of the bar a very physical barrier between you even if there weren’t countless other impediments, so you pick up an already clean beer mug and a rag and busy yourself.
She slides her designer glasses up onto her head, her eyes are just slightly glassy from the liquor but still sharp, clear blue and alight with longing, more captivating in person than you could have ever guessed. She studies your features with a nostalgic hunger you shouldn’t be able to recognize but you’ve always had a knack for reading people. It’s unnerving but not altogether unwelcome.
“We’re closing now but I’m happy to stay a bit longer if you’re looking for another drink.” Her eyes crinkle at your hospitality and she traces a sharp canine with the point of her tongue in consideration. You hold her gaze patiently and it seems to encourage her brashness, decision etched across her lovely face like a perfectly painted expression.
“I’m actually in search of something a bit stronger, alcohol doesn’t seem to be doing the trick tonight.” Her accent drags over the words, not slurred but languid, and her weighted gaze pins you in place, implication heavy in the air. Is this really happening right now or are you going to wake up any second, breathless and tangled in your bed sheets and realize it was all a vivid dream?
“I’m off in ten.” She hums in satisfaction and reaches up to snag the pen from behind your ear, the cap chewed but still serviceable, scribbling something on a stray cocktail napkin. You take the few moments those piercing eyes are averted to center yourself, trying not to stare too obviously down her shirt while she’s leant over, the spray of freckles exceedingly distracting.
“Meet me here. Ask for Frank at the desk. I’ll let them know I’m expecting company.” She pushes the napkin in your direction and smoothly tucks the pen back behind your ear, her thumb just grazing your cheekbone as she pulls away, even that brief ghost of a touch sending a shockwave of need through your core. She winks cheekily before retreating to the exit, your eyes pulled to her ass in tight jeans like a magnet, brain scrambling to take a mental snapshot, her boots disappearing through the entrance door while you watch. Lilith help you.
VOTE VOTE VOTE
Oh, it’s porn
Every Caryl/Caryl Related Scene (1x05-10x11)
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Hi! So in the link above, I put all the Daryl & Carol scenes together (+ scenes that I personally think relate to their relationship) and I wanted to post it here for people to watch or use for edits. I think the only thing I’m missing is the Jasper Stone scene from S4 because I forgot it, lol. There is a rendering glitch between 5x02 and 5x06 where there’s a black screen for a handful of seconds, but there’s nothing missing! They’re all in HD, 1080p, and there is an individual file for each season. Below are the timestamps for easy navigating. I hope you find this useful! :)
S1:
Just EP5, Wildfire.
S2:
00:00 - EP1, What Lies Ahead
02:20 - EP2, Bloodletting
05:04 - EP4, Cherokee Rose
07:13 - EP5, Chupacabra
08:15 - EP7, Pretty Much Dead Already
20:00 - EP8, Nebraska
22:19 - EP9, Triggerfinger
26:12 - EP11, Judge, Jury, Executioner
26:34 - EP12, Better Angels
26:55 - EP13, Beside the Dying Fire
S3:
00:00 - EP1, Seed
02:50 - EP4, Killer Within
03:24 - EP5, Say the Word
04:46 - EP6, Hounded
06:23 - EP7, When the Dead Come Knocking
06:34 - EP9, The Suicide King
09:40 - EP11, I Ain’t a Judas
10:42 - EP13, Welcome to the Tombs
S4:
00:00 - EP1, 30 Days Without an Accident
01:34 - EP2, Infected
02:02 - EP5, Internment
02:39 - EP8, Too Far Gone
S5:
00:00 - EP1, No Sanctuary
01:48 - EP2, Strangers
06:01 - EP6, Consumed
48:08 - EP8, Coda
48:55 - EP10, Them
51:21 - EP12, Remember
51:58 - EP13, Forget
S6:
00:00 - EP3, Thank You
00:59 - EP6, Always Accountable
01:28 - EP13, The Same Boat
01:51 - EP14, Twice as Far
S7:
00:00 - EP9, Rock in the Road
01:00 - EP10, New Best Friends
15:07 - EP13, Bury Me Here
S8:
00:00 - EP1, Mercy
01:04 - EP4, Some Guy
01:52 - EP5, The Big Scary U
03:18 - EP11, Dead or Alive Or
04:36 - EP13, Do Not Send Us Astray
S9:
00:00 - EP1, A New Beginning
02:30 - EP2, The Bridge
03:27 - EP6, Who Are You Now
03:58 - EP7, Stradivarius
13:59 - EP10, Omega
15:51 - EP15, The Calm Before
18:35 - EP16, The Storm
S10:
00:00 - EP1, Lines We Cross
08:33 - EP3, Ghosts
24:16 - EP4, Silence the Whisperers
26:28 - EP5, What It Always Is
26:43 - EP6, Bonds
38:24 - EP7, Open Your Eyes
44:04 - EP8, The World Before
52:04 - EP9, Squeeze
01:04:51 - EP11, Morning Star
for @witchqueenlilith and all the other gays
Some words to use when writing things:
winking
clenching
pulsing
fluttering
contracting
twitching
sucking
quivering
pulsating
throbbing
beating
thumping
thudding
pounding
humming
palpitate
vibrate
grinding
crushing
hammering
lashing
knocking
driving
thrusting
pushing
force
injecting
filling
dilate
stretching
lingering
expanding
bouncing
reaming
elongate
enlarge
unfolding
yielding
sternly
firmly
tightly
harshly
thoroughly
consistently
precision
accuracy
carefully
demanding
strictly
restriction
meticulously
scrupulously
rigorously
rim
edge
lip
circle
band
encircling
enclosing
surrounding
piercing
curl
lock
twist
coil
spiral
whorl
dip
wet
soak
madly
wildly
noisily
rowdily
rambunctiously
decadent
degenerate
immoral
indulgent
accept
take
invite
nook
indentation
niche
depression
indent
depress
delay
tossing
writhing
flailing
squirming
rolling
wriggling
wiggling
thrashing
struggling
grappling
striving
straining
Appetite - craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal
Arouse - agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up
Assault - attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound Beautiful - admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting Brutal - atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild Burly – able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed Carnal - animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean Dangerous - alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous Dark - atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched Delicious - enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty Ecstasy - delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled Ecstatic - delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild Erotic - amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing Gasp - catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded Heated - ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous Hunger - appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst Hungry - avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting Intense - forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous Liquid - damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping Lithe - agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry Moan - beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl Moving - (exciting,) affecting, effective arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling Need - compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen Pain - ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart Painful - aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded Perverted - aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile Pleasurable - charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent Pleasure - bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven Rapacious- avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering Rapture - bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy Rigid - adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering Sudden - abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning Thrust - (forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel (push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick Thunder-struck - amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback Torment - agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe Touch - (physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap (mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize Wet - bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water Wicked - abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched Writhe - agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank
//MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS - HERE IS THE ANSWER TO THE PROBLEM OF FINDING THAT RIGHT WORD!!!!!
I’ve reblogged it before, and I’ll reblog it again
THIS WILL SAVE MY MOTHERFUCKIN LIFE
tagging this under “writing” so it’s easier for me to find when i need it
So someone I know is going to name their child 'river'
My little River. 💓
Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.
Arepo built a temple in his field, a humble thing, some stones stacked up to make a cairn, and two days later a god moved in.
“Hope you’re a harvest god,” Arepo said, and set up an altar and burnt two stalks of wheat. “It’d be nice, you know.” He looked down at the ash smeared on the stone, the rocks all laid askew, and coughed and scratched his head. “I know it’s not much,” he said, his straw hat in his hands. “But - I’ll do what I can. It’d be nice to think there’s a god looking after me.”
The next day he left a pair of figs, the day after that he spent ten minutes of his morning seated by the temple in prayer. On the third day, the god spoke up.
“You should go to a temple in the city,” the god said. Its voice was like the rustling of the wheat, like the squeaks of fieldmice running through the grass. “A real temple. A good one. Get some real gods to bless you. I’m no one much myself, but I might be able to put in a good word?” It plucked a leaf from a tree and sighed. “I mean, not to be rude. I like this temple. It’s cozy enough. The worship’s been nice. But you can’t honestly believe that any of this is going to bring you anything.”
“This is more than I was expecting when I built it,” Arepo said, laying down his scythe and lowering himself to the ground. “Tell me, what sort of god are you anyway?”
“I’m of the fallen leaves,” it said. “The worms that churn beneath the earth. The boundary of forest and of field. The first hint of frost before the first snow falls. The skin of an apple as it yields beneath your teeth. I’m a god of a dozen different nothings, scraps that lead to rot, momentary glimpses. A change in the air, and then it’s gone.”
The god heaved another sigh. “There’s no point in worship in that, not like War, or the Harvest, or the Storm. Save your prayers for the things beyond your control, good farmer. You’re so tiny in the world. So vulnerable. Best to pray to a greater thing than me.”
Arepo plucked a stalk of wheat and flattened it between his teeth. “I like this sort of worship fine,” he said. “So if you don’t mind, I think I’ll continue.”
“Do what you will,” said the god, and withdrew deeper into the stones. “But don’t say I never warned you otherwise.”
Arepo would say a prayer before the morning’s work, and he and the god contemplated the trees in silence. Days passed like that, and weeks, and then the Storm rolled in, black and bold and blustering. It flooded Arepo’s fields, shook the tiles from his roof, smote his olive tree and set it to cinder. The next day, Arepo and his sons walked among the wheat, salvaging what they could. The little temple had been strewn across the field, and so when the work was done for the day, Arepo gathered the stones and pieced them back together.
“Useless work,” the god whispered, but came creeping back inside the temple regardless. “There wasn’t a thing I could do to spare you this.”
“We’ll be fine,” Arepo said. “The storm’s blown over. We’ll rebuild. Don’t have much of an offering for today,” he said, and laid down some ruined wheat, “but I think I’ll shore up this thing’s foundations tomorrow, how about that?”
The god rattled around in the temple and sighed.
A year passed, and then another. The temple had layered walls of stones, a roof of woven twigs. Arepo’s neighbors chuckled as they passed it. Some of their children left fruit and flowers. And then the Harvest failed, the gods withdrew their bounty. In Arepo’s field the wheat sprouted thin and brittle. People wailed and tore their robes, slaughtered lambs and spilled their blood, looked upon the ground with haunted eyes and went to bed hungry. Arepo came and sat by the temple, the flowers wilted now, the fruit shriveled nubs, Arepo’s ribs showing through his chest, his hands still shaking, and murmured out a prayer.
“There is nothing here for you,” said the god, hudding in the dark. “There is nothing I can do. There is nothing to be done.” It shivered, and spat out its words. “What is this temple but another burden to you?”
“We -” Arepo said, and his voice wavered. “So it’s a lean year,” he said. “We’ve gone through this before, we’ll get through this again. So we’re hungry,” he said. “We’ve still got each other, don’t we? And a lot of people prayed to other gods, but it didn’t protect them from this. No,” he said, and shook his head, and laid down some shriveled weeds on the altar. “No, I think I like our arrangement fine.”
“There will come worse,” said the god, from the hollows of the stone. “And there will be nothing I can do to save you.”
The years passed. Arepo rested a wrinkled hand upon the temple of stone and some days spent an hour there, lost in contemplation with the god.
And one fateful day, from across the wine-dark seas, came War.
Arepo came stumbling to his temple now, his hand pressed against his gut, anointing the holy site with his blood. Behind him, his wheat fields burned, and the bones burned black in them. He came crawling on his knees to a temple of hewed stone, and the god rushed out to meet him.
“I could not save them,” said the god, its voice a low wail. “I am sorry. I am sorry. I am so so sorry.” The leaves fell burning from the trees, a soft slow rain of ash. “I have done nothing! All these years, and I have done nothing for you!”
“Shush,” Arepo said, tasting his own blood, his vision blurring. He propped himself up against the temple, forehead pressed against the stone in prayer. “Tell me,” he mumbled. “Tell me again. What sort of god are you?”
“I -” said the god, and reached out, cradling Arepo’s head, and closed its eyes and spoke.
“I’m of the fallen leaves,” it said, and conjured up the image of them. “The worms that churn beneath the earth. The boundary of forest and of field. The first hint of frost before the first snow falls. The skin of an apple as it yields beneath your teeth.” Arepo’s lips parted in a smile.
“I am the god of a dozen different nothings,” it said. “The petals in bloom that lead to rot, the momentary glimpses. A change in the air -” Its voice broke, and it wept. “Before it’s gone.”
“Beautiful,” Arepo said, his blood staining the stones, seeping into the earth. “All of them. They were all so beautiful.”
And as the fields burned and the smoke blotted out the sun, as men were trodden in the press and bloody War raged on, as the heavens let loose their wrath upon the earth, Arepo the sower lay down in his humble temple, his head sheltered by the stones, and returned home to his god.
Sora found the temple with the bones within it, the roof falling in upon them.
“Oh, poor god,” she said, “With no-one to bury your last priest.” Then she paused, because she was from far away. “Or is this how the dead are honored here?” The god roused from its contemplation.
“His name was Arepo,” it said, “He was a sower.”
Sora startled, a little, because she had never before heard the voice of a god. “How can I honor him?” She asked.
“Bury him,” the god said, “Beneath my altar.”
“All right,” Sora said, and went to fetch her shovel.
“Wait,” the god said when she got back and began collecting the bones from among the broken twigs and fallen leaves. She laid them out on a roll of undyed wool, the only cloth she had. “Wait,” the god said, “I cannot do anything for you. I am not a god of anything useful.”
Sora sat back on her heels and looked at the altar to listen to the god.
“When the Storm came and destroyed his wheat, I could not save it,” the god said, “When the Harvest failed and he was hungry, I could not feed him. When War came,” the god’s voice faltered. “When War came, I could not protect him. He came bleeding from the battle to die in my arms.” Sora looked down again at the bones.
“I think you are the god of something very useful,” she said.
“What?” the god asked.
Sora carefully lifted the skull onto the cloth. “You are the god of Arepo.”
Generations passed. The village recovered from its tragedies—homes rebuilt, gardens re-planted, wounds healed. The old man who once lived on the hill and spoke to stone and rubble had long since been forgotten, but the temple stood in his name. Most believed it to be empty, as the god who resided there long ago had fallen silent. Yet, any who passed the decaying shrine felt an ache in their hearts, as though mourning for a lost friend. The cold that seeped from the temple entrance laid their spirits low, and warded off any potential visitors, save for the rare and especially oblivious children who would leave tiny clusters of pink and white flowers that they picked from the surrounding meadow.
The god sat in his peaceful home, staring out at the distant road, to pedestrians, workhorses, and carriages, raining leaves that swirled around bustling feet. How long had it been? The world had progressed without him, for he knew there was no help to be given. The world must be a cruel place, that even the useful gods have abandoned, if farms can flood, harvests can run barren, and homes can burn, he thought.
He had come to understand that humans are senseless creatures, who would pray to a god that cannot grant wishes or bless upon them good fortune. Who would maintain a temple and bring offerings with nothing in return. Who would share their company and meditate with such a fruitless deity. Who would bury a stranger without the hope for profit. What bizarre, futile kindness they had wasted on him. What wonderful, foolish, virtuous, hopeless creatures, humans were.
So he painted the sunset with yellow leaves, enticed the worms to dance in their soil, flourished the boundary between forest and field with blossoms and berries, christened the air with a biting cold before winter came, ripened the apples with crisp, red freckles to break under sinking teeth, and a dozen other nothings, in memory of the man who once praised the god’s work on his dying breath.
“Hello, God of Every Humble Beauty in the World,” called a familiar voice.
The squinting corners of the god’s eyes wept down onto curled lips. “Arepo,” he whispered, for his voice was hoarse from its hundred-year mutism.
“I am the god of devotion, of small kindnesses, of unbreakable bonds. I am the god of selfless, unconditional love, of everlasting friendships, and trust,” Arepo avowed, soothing the other with every word.
“That’s wonderful, Arepo,” he responded between tears, “I’m so happy for you—such a powerful figure will certainly need a grand temple. Will you leave to the city to gather more worshippers? You’ll be adored by all.”
“No,” Arepo smiled.
“Farther than that, to the capitol, then? Thank you for visiting here before your departure.”
“No, I will not go there, either,” Arepo shook his head and chuckled.
“Farther still? What ambitious goals, you must have. There is no doubt in my mind that you will succeed, though,” the elder god continued.
“Actually,” interrupted Arepo, “I’d like to stay here, if you’ll have me.”
The other god was struck speechless. “…. Why would you want to live here?”
“I am the god of unbreakable bonds and everlasting friendships. And you are the god of Arepo.”
Blackwood: Welcome to the “fuck Zelda” support group...
Blackwood: where we gather to say a collective “fuck you” to that stupid bitch.
Blackwood: But first, a few words from our newest member.
Lilith: So...I may have misunderstood
MIRANDA OTTO as Zelda Spellman Chilling Adventures of Sabrina | Chapter Twenty-One: The Hellbound Heart
#mother of THE MOOD™
I JUST CAN’T EXPLAIN HOW GOOD IT FEELS
I WON’T STOP, HE SAYS, AS THE EARTH PIROUETTES THROUGH SPACE, ITS ORBIT UNHINDERED BY YOUR OUSTING OF THE HUMAN RACE. TIME DIPS, FALLS INTO THE NEGATIVES AS YOU WORK YOUR WAY OUT OF WHAT YOU HAVE JUST LEARNT AND ALMOST ALWAYS KNOWN.
IT IS NO EASY TASK. SOON NEGATIVE TIME WILL FILL THE MOAT OF YOUR DISTANT CASTLE, SEEP INTO THE SOIL OF YOUR DISTANT WORLD, AND THEN ALL THE LIFEFORMS SHALL GROW CROOKED AND SULLEN. THIS IS BEAUTY, AS FAR AS YOU CAN QUANTIFY IT. YOU WOULD BE ARMORED THERE AND SHEATHED IN MIGHT. YOU SHALL LOWER THE DRAWBRIDGE, BRING IN YOUR ARMIES AND YOUR ASSASSINS, AND THEN RAISE THE DRAWBRIDGE AGAIN. YOUR ASSASSINS HAVE NEVER BEEN LOYAL, BUT LOYALTY IS A CHILD’S DREAM. YOU COULD HAVE THEM DREAMING OF SLICING THEIR OWN THROATS OPEN AND WHO IS TO SAY YOU DON’T? BUT NOW THERE IS ALL OF THIS AND THE SKELETONS SING YOU TO SLEEP WITH PRAISES BEYOND COMPARE. HOW MANY PHANTOMS MUST YOU HAVE BUILT BY NOW, NOT COUNTING THE DEVASTATION YOU HOLD DEAR AND SO WILL NOT NAME? BUT I WON’T STOP, HE SAYS TO YOU, AS YOU CHEW ON HIS BONES AND SIPHON YOUR POISON INTO HIS MARROW. I WON’T STOP, HE SAYS, AS YOU AIM METEORITES UPON HIS CITIES AND ECLIPSE HIS SUNS. I WON’T STOP, I WON’T STOP, YOU CAN’T MAKE ME STOP, HE SAYS AS YOUR KISSES POUND HIS WORLDS DOWN TO DUST. AND HE DOESN’T STOP, AND SO YOU PUT AWAY YOUR MISSILES AND MACHETES FOR LATER AND FLEE, LEAVING BEHIND THIS NOW-DESERT. THERE IS NO SHAME IN TAKING COVER, IN BECOMING NIGHTFALL. AT THE END OF THE SLEEPLANDS, YOU HEAR HIM CRYING. BUT YOU DWELL ON OTHER SECRETS. YOU TAKE ROOT IN UNFAMILIAR BODIES AND DRAW LIFE FROM SIGHTLESS LANDS. YOU SUPPLANT VACANT KINGS AND SWALLOW THE UNIVERSAL EGO. THERE IS LITTLE LEFT TO DO AFTER THAT, AFTER A VICTORY THAT DESCENDS INTO THE HOLLOW AND TRUTHLESS, AND SO YOU RETURN TO WHERE YOU LEFT HIM, PARKED IN THE RECESSES OF WHAT HAD ONCE BEEN EDGWARE ROAD STATION. AND HE HAS STILL NOT STOPPED, OR SO HE SAYS, AND YOUR ARMIES SCREAM FOR BLOOD FROM THE COFFINS OF THEIR STASIS CHAMBERS. PERHAPS YOU CAN MAKE HIM STOP.
THERE IS MUSIC PLAYING. MOORED TO THEIR TRACKS, THE TRAINS ROT IN THEIR STILLNESS IN THE ABSENCE OF INTELLIGENT LIFE.
CEASE AND DESIST, YOU TELL HIM, LIKE A STUPID CHILD.
BUT LOVING YOU IS ALL I KNOW HOW TO DO, HE SAYS IN TURN.
I CONSUME ALL OF THIS, YOU SAY, GESTURING TO THE STATE OF BEING AT LARGE.
THEN START WITH ME, HE SAYS. TAKE ME BY THE CUFF OF MY NECK AND TEAR ME FROM LIMB TO LIMB, AS YOU DO. THERE IS SO LITTLE GRACE TO ANY OF THIS. YOU WONDER IF THE STATE OF BEING AT LARGE DESERVES A KINDER, MORE ELEGANT END THAN ONE THAT BEGINS WITH ASSUAGING HIS COUNTLESS HURT FEELINGS.
STILL, YOU START SHUTTING DOWN THE STARS. HE WAITS FOR YOU, AND DOESN’T STOP.
Michelle and Miranda dancing to “Straight to Hell”
Have we agreed that the ship name for Zelda Spellman x Mambo Marie is “Mambo Spellman” or does anyone want to contest that name? Are there any creative alternatives floating around?
@maggells I had no idea Miranda Otto herself has weighed in on this topic!! Zarie works for me!❤️🔥😈
Also it looks like Mambo Marie calls Zelda "Cherie" as a term of endearment based on other IG interactions between her and Skye so it fits with that!
It's been a 🔥 minute since the Queen posted a dance. You have no idea how much I yearned for this.
A Concept™: Michelle Gomez returns at the end of Jodie’s run, à la John Simm. We get her, Sacha Dhawan, and Jodie in one episode, smouldering at each other. Across the planet, Doctor Who fans question their sexuality.
