[satanless]

officially moving blogs! @satanless -> @observatries

[satanless]

officially moving blogs! @satanless -> @observatries

[satanless]

officially moving blogs! @satanless -> @observatries

[satanless]

Moving this blog soon aaaa

[fuckyeahmeganhilty]

Allison Janney, Megan Hilty, and Stephanie J Block in their entrances of 9 to The Musical

[ordyneir]

. 𖥔 ݁ ˖ where is koda?

@ordyneir; rhaenyra targaryen, fire & blood. 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍/𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘.

@gwendlyne; gwen stacy, marvel comics. 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘/𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐔𝐌 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘.

@bristul; skins uk multi-muse. 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘/𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐔𝐌 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘.

@kwinade; harley quinn, detective comics. 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘/𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘.

@satanless; multi-muse. 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐘/𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘.

@nosantaclaus; heather duke, heathers. 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐘/𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘.

[rhaenyratargeryen]

NATALIE PORTMAN as PADMÉ AMIDALA STAR WARS: REVENGE OF THE SITH (2005)

[seasonofhorror]

JENNIFER'S BODY

2009, dir. Karyn Kusama

[saintsknight]

Anakin is lost. In dreams, in jedi missions, in reality. Thoughts plague him, visions swarm in the night that he cannot discern real from not real. The latest is an image — a single image of his Padme, his rose-cheeked, angelic wife stuck in a scream. But he cannot hear her. He cannot get to her. The dream ends and begins in that image, forever ingrained into him that the mere thought of sleeping is too much to stomach. As she shifts in their bed, he makes the decision, a quick choice to sit and stare at the night instead of losing his mind and seeing the nightmare each time he closes his eyes. Outside, he watches the stars, the quietness of the night. It reminds him of home. Of nights when he could escape. Pretend he wasn't just a slave. It comes quieter, until he hears the rustle of her steps, the soft movements he has committed to memory since he first saw her. His eyes settle on her, on the glow. "It's nothing. Why are you awake?" Anakin studies her, vaguely concerned. "You shouldn't worry about me."

[satanless]

When she looks to him, all she sees is his pain. It's hard to look away when all she can feel when she does is heartburn, aching for his ire and his sadness to dissipate in an instant. No, that isn't how it works, she thinks, there is no such illogical way to get rid of one's challenge. Padme wishes for a way out of it, for them both to escape, alas; she has a duty too. One she cannot dismiss. It seems they are both plagued by decisions, though Anakin's overcome him in his entirety. All she wants is for him to be at peace: she knows, deep in her core, that peace will not be in the cards for him, but she chooses to blind herself to the thought of that. “ I reached for you, and you were gone. ” Browns, big and sparkling in the moonlight reach for him, she can feel him slipping away, and Padme grabs his hand. “ I can't help but worry about you, Anakin. All I do is worry about you these days. (she lifts his hand and pecks it, casing it with her other palm, Padme keeps it at her cheek.) Please, just talk to me. ”

[realchloesevigny1]

[09011989]

veronica cannot bring herself to meet heather duke’s eyes without an acute sense of disgust threatening to spill over. i just wanted my high school to be a better place, she thinks, her eyes finally landing on heather duke, adorned with chandler’s red scrunchie — almost as if the wicked witch of the west had found the east’s ruby red slippers before dorothy had. the green wardrobe just makes the comparison more apt, veronica muses, her own cleverness bringing an almost-smile to her face. though, she quickly remembered why she was there, why they were all there, together, and her expression became morose again.

“ this isn’t the time to debate senior superlatives. ” veronica mumbles. “ heather’s dead. remember? ”she swallows thickly, trying to suppress the guilt she feels. “ why are you wearing her stuff, anyways? ”she asks heather duke, trying to redirect her own attention: to stop feeling sorry for herself. (this is a funeral. it shouldn’t be about her, anyways.) “ feels like it’s a little too soon for that. ”

@satanless, @divoutful

[satanless]

“ Yeah, I know she's dead. And aren't we all the better for it. ” A sharp reply to a demeaning question Heather knew was coming in some form from the girl clad in soft cerulean. Her mind traces back to when she first learned about Heather's death, more shock than sadness — though a tear did fall down her cheek, and a sense of relief followed. Regardless, she quickly tilts her head, a plastic smile laid on thick, eyes forming to slits. “ Heather's mom asked me to come over and pick what I wanted from her wardrobe before they gave it all away. Too painful to keep it all, she said. ”

Regardless, she shuffles her sunglasses into a little faux leather bag, attaining her eye contact with the girl ahead. “ I don't think you should be discussing funeral attire in that hat, Veronica. ”

[satanless]

Pale lilacs and greys flutter as a gust of winds shakes through her balcony door; he is always alone, even around others, and his solemnity is a hardship she wishes he didn't have to face. “ What's wrong, Ani? ” Cheeks lose colour as shivers spliner her body which is thinly wrapped in satin, and Padme comes into the light of the moon. “ What is it? ” @saintsknight––

[satanless]

The leaves crunch beneath their feet; eyes set down as she watches where she steps in her new Ferragamos. “ I wonder what she'll say. ” A beat, she looks to see a tinge of perplexity on Veronica's face. “ About me wearing this? (she leans her head, showing off the red ribbon she placed onto her hair this morning as she rushed to hop into the back of Kurt's car.) She's going to scream at me again ... God, I feel like I might throw up. ” @09011989––

[satanless]

girl who only gets turned on by men when they propose school wide domination

[prince-frederic]

in light of events in belfast rn, im gonna post this fundraiser

Support people and groups impacted by racist attacks

We are raising funds to support people who have been attacked, displaced and traumatised in racist attacks in Belfast.

if youre able to donate, itd mean a lot to everyone whos been affected by this

[satanless]

heather duke

[satanless]

Mourning has never been on the cards when Heather Duke thought, and she did think, about the untimely passing of Heather Chandler. It always seemed like such a far off idea, one that would bring serene peace and tranquility into her life, and restore balance unto the sacred halls of Westerberg High — balance meaning that she was at the top of the pyramid. And just like that, things have started to fall into place. Things Heather Duke could only dream of.

Mr and Mrs Duke had overtaken Heather on their entry to the church, but plaid pine green finds its eyes on Veronica and JD, talking outside of the regal building Heather's still warm body sits in. “ I always knew that Heather's death would make this world a better place, I just had no idea it would spark love between the worst Westerberg's got to offer. ” @09011989 @divoutful