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Plays - I bet on losing dogs by mitski
Some Pierrot practice to pass the time, both of my jobs are keeping me a tad busier than usual so I’m running a bit ragged. Hopefully soon I will get the time to put full projects on paper.
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"To be lost and to be found, that is the lifespan of love"
Frankenstein (2025) dir. Guillermo del Toro + paintings
I would be a pushover for him… Stupid puppy-faced man. 🐶
Bro did not wanted the smoke 💀🙏🏼
“If you are not to award me love, then I will indulge in rage.. and mine is infinite!”
Tips for writing those gala scenes, from someone who goes to them occasionally:
Generally you unbutton and re-button a suit coat when you sit down and stand up.
You’re supposed to hold wine or champagne glasses by the stem to avoid warming up the liquid inside. A character out of their depth might hold the glass around the sides instead.
When rich/important people forget your name and they’re drunk, they usually just tell you that they don’t remember or completely skip over any opportunity to use your name so they don’t look silly.
A good way to indicate you don’t want to shake someone’s hand at an event is to hold a drink in your right hand (and if you’re a woman, a purse in the other so you definitely can’t shift the glass to another hand and then shake)
Americans who still kiss cheeks as a welcome generally don’t press lips to cheeks, it’s more of a touch of cheek to cheek or even a hover (these days, mostly to avoid smudging a woman’s makeup)
The distinctions between dress codes (black tie, cocktail, etc) are very intricate but obvious to those who know how to look. If you wear a short skirt to a black tie event for example, people would clock that instantly even if the dress itself was very formal. Same thing goes for certain articles of men’s clothing.
Open bars / cash bars at events usually carry limited options. They’re meant to serve lots of people very quickly, so nobody is getting a cosmo or a Manhattan etc.
Members of the press generally aren’t allowed to freely circulate at nicer galas/events without a very good reason. When they do, they need to identify themselves before talking with someone.
“I have stared into the abyss not just long enough for it to stare back. But for it to get uncomfortable and ask me to stop”
There was this hole where my mirror should have been. All that remained of it was this abyss of darkness and yet still, as if the glass remained perfectly intact, I stared aimlessly into its surface. My mind wandered far away from my consciousness as the shadows in the bleak swirled to and fro, I’d hardly even noticed when a form began to take shape in the “mirror” in front of me, lost desperately in the farthest recedes of my mind.
“Child…”
It began to speak, drawing me from the once consuming thoughts of my mind as the gruff disembodied voice came from the blankness in front of me, a form sitting in the midst of the blackened hole. It wasn’t human of course, my mind could barely process the hole being there in the first place, let alone a conscious being existing within its depths.
“You must stop staring into my depths..”
It spoke to me once again after I continued to observe it in a silent morbid fascination, I’d tilted my head at the spectral mist, like a dog would look to its owner. Confused and yet responsive. I did not speak back to it as its illusion faded away and the mirror was back once again, as if nothing had ever happened at all.
Hello people of Tumblr!
I decided to take step forward with something I’d like to do, and I’d love some feedback from y'all, being my first time trying something like this and all. I know not all feedback will be positive, so I’ll have to remain so, please let me know what you think!
I want to make more, and even with negative nonconstructive feedback I don’t see myself stopping, I love storytelling, and I love writing :)
Little quick piece I did of my Xuihcoatl | Flight Rising :D!
art by The Baby Goat