We were watching the glass blowing competition show on netflix because it's really cool to see those talented artists do their thing...
But I will NEVER forgive the judges for eliminating an amazing artist who's concept was that plastic hamster tubes are actually dangerous for hamsters yet they are normalized in our society so they made a beautiful glass rendition of an endless loop of colorful hamster tubes as an expression of how we can be trapped by society in a loop of behavior that is normalized but actually killing us
And the judges were like "this isnt DEEP ENOUGH" because they dont care enough about hamsters to learn and interpret the artist's statement at the level it was meant for.
They literally saw the glass renditions of colorful tubes that represent suffering and being trapped in a glossy predesigned hell and went "this is too normal and isnt saying anything important actually" Fuck them!!!!
Anyways Gemma should have won and I'm so happy to see that she didn't let it stop her amazing concept and she continued with it outside of the time constraints of the show. Fuck yes Gemma
Warnings: Domestic Abuse towards Reader, Reader commits indirect murder
Based on 'Blown Away' by Carrie Underwood
Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3
Dry lightning cracks across the skies
Those storm clouds gather in her eyes
You knew that the storm had been coming for a while. Calmly, you collected what you could from the house, and brought it down to your cellar. Some food, water, and pictures of your mother. You didn't need much to get by.
Her daddy was a mean old mister
Her momma was an angel in the ground
You thought about all the times your father hit you. You thought about all the times he hit your momma. You thought about the day she didn't get back up after he hit her.
The weatherman called for a twister
She prayed, blow it down
Finally, the news told the area to take shelter, but you already knew. As you quietly gathered the rest of your things, you hoped that would be the last time you'd see that house.
There's not enough rain in Oklahoma
To wash the sins out of that house
There's not enough wind in Oklahoma
To rip the nails out of the past
You could still feel the bruises from the last time your father had laid hands on you. You could still feel his hands around your neck because his team didn't win the game last night.
Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away
Every brick, every board, every slammin' door blown away
'Til there's nothing left standin', nothing left of yesterday
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away
Blown away
You had fantasized doing this for so long, but never had the guts to, and a twister had never come this close to your home. Now, your house was right in its path, and you knew it was either now or never.
She heard those sirens screamin' out
Her daddy laid there past out on the couch
It was getting close now. The sirens would have woken you up, but your father was still fast asleep. Part of you wanted to say it was because someone above was finally looking out for you.
She locked herself in the cellar
Listened to the screamin' of the wind
Some people called it taking shelter
She called it sweet revenge
The sound of the wind from where you were underground was haunting. You had your knees pulled up to your chest, but you didn't move a muscle as the storm raged overhead.
You were thinking of your father that whole time. Little voices in your head said to go back for him, but a much louder voice was shouting at you to stay put.
Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away
Every brick, every board, every slammin' door blown away
'Til there's nothing left standin', nothing left of yesterday
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away
Blown away
For a long time, there were the sounds of wind and debris flying. You didn't know how long you sat there with only the sound of your breathing. All you knew was when you did go to open the cellar door, it didn't budge.
There's not enough rain in Oklahoma
To wash the sins out of that house
There's not enough wind in Oklahoma
To rip the nails out of the past
You sat alone in that cellar for days. You thanked whoever was looking out for you that you had food and water. Part of you was scared that this was what you were getting for what you did. But you tried to hold out hope that someone would find you.
Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away
Every brick, every board, every slammin' door blown away
'Til there's nothing left standin', nothing left of yesterday
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away
Blown away, blown away
On the third day, you finally heard some movement. You heard yells, too. After you indicated where you were, it wasn't long before the cellar doors were opening for you.
It took a minute for your eyes to adjust to the light so you could see who was crouched in front of you.
Just as your eyes could fully make him out, you heard a man say, "Hi, I'm Tyler. Are you okay?"
Blown away, blown away
Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3
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I can't formulate thoughts rn its too late and I have way more energy in my body than I should because I just finished reading Deimos by @purplewitch156 and i dont think i will ever recover
I will perhaps write my thoughts properly in the morning but i just want to say, WHAT A MASTERPIECE OF A FIC. I have nothing but love and appreciation for you Purple, you are a phenomenal writer. I have never been more stressed reading a fic than I was while reading part 4: the thief. My poor darling Del is gonna wake up tomorrow with an influx of cryptic messages of me just yelling and stressing and then finally mourning the fact that I finished reading the fic.
@purplewitch156 please never stop writing, its a treat for the world and im so honoured we get to read it
I had similar thoughts about the prison and the glaive series as well, but i dont think ive ever penned them. I love you for these stories. And I wish I could read them for the first time, experiencing these emotions for the first time again.
