#gratiaplcna

[vorcotec]

i think jane being a lesbian is enough to cause discourse and make her Very Problematic on sight for like half of this website lbr

u speak da truth... she’d get headcanoned as “neutral evil” all the time and ppl would be like “i just hate her i don’t know why i think she’s such a b*tch”

[magaprima]

@gratiaplcna​

“Catholic guilt is nothing more than a name for a poison which they....deliberately inject into your veins, usually at birth, to ensure that you’re never free to enjoy yourself, that you never give into all the passions and pleasures that are your...fundamental right to enjoy” Lilith declared, her voice filled with the kind of certainty that didn’t exactly leave room for questioning, “And for women? Well, the control and oppression runs even deeper than that. And these...unfounded rules, this poison, is made by nothing more than....self-important, hypocritical men who themselves enjoy so many indulgences in the shadows,  many of them cruel, vile, even violent, and never feel guilt for any of it” Point made, Lilith sat back, satisfied with her own conclusion. “It serves absolutely no purpose but to control you”

[materialwoman]

❝       . . .    i   never   knew   i   had   it   in   me   to   dance   anymore  !!      ❞     oh ,  but  she  did ,  that  much  was  clear .   &   louisa  was  the  one  to  blame .   well ,   her  and  that  very  particular  set  of  vynils .  tammy  falls  onto  the  couch ,  remaining  still  for  only  a  second  before  finding  support  on  her  elbows  &  reaching  for  her  glass  of  wine.    ❝     i   don’t   think   i’ve   done   this   in   a   hundred   years  .    ❞

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[vaudevillainess]

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“  my  mom  had  this  tom  cat.  ”        

velma’s  sitting,  one  leg  crossed  over  the  other,  thigh  visible,  upon  a  bunch  of  velvet  cushions  --  --  she’s  poised  with  the  fire  of  a  15th  century  king,  backed  to  her  neck  with  loyal,  self  -  sacrificing   soldiers  of  the  nobility.    THE  NOBILITY  OF  VELMA  KELLY.   AND  LORD  KNOWS;  THERE  AIN’T  A  BETTER  NOBILITY.     to  her  left  rests  an  ash  tray  --  --   heavily  used,  of  course   . . .   flowers,  sent  by  some  johnny,   and  a  pile  of  newspaper  clippings  with  mentions  of  the     KELLY  SISTER  SENSATION     and     VELMA  &  VERONICA  BACK  BY  POPULAR  DEMAND      sprawled,  chaotically,   across  a  small  side  table.  

                      she’ll  talk  about  anything.        even  that  goddamn  cat.

a  long,  drawn  out  exhale    --    like  the  steam  engine  on  a  rail  line   --   velma  releases  her  hold.     for  some  reason,  she  remembers  that  goddamn  cat  perfectly,  bright  as  day.   so  many  other  things  about  her  childhood  . . .   her  floozy  mother,   veronica’s  crying  and  whining,  school,   her  dad   . . .  are  blurry  . . .   but  THAT  CAT  comes  back,  like  he’s  sitting  right  in  front  of  her  now.  didn’t  matter  what  she  did,  how  she  yelled,  how  many  matches  she  threw  off  the  railing  . . .  what  the  newest  guy  around  the  house  screamed  about.   that  tom  cat  was  always  sitting  there  on  the  rail  at  night  like  an  unchanging  gargoyle.  

“  that  thing  was  always  hangin’  around  our  front  steps.  ain’t  got  a  goddamn  clue  why.  my  mom  didn’t  keep  house  or  nothin’.   barely  fed  us.   don’t  know  what  good  she  had  with  a  cat  lyin’  around.  ”        velma’s  lips  purse  with  annoyance.   those  amber  eyes,  that  matted  fur.   what  a  freeloader.      “  that  thing  was  always  starin’  at  me.  the  nights  i’d  get  shut  out  he’d  sit  there   lookin’  at  me  like  i  was  the  antichrist  or  some  shit.   always  like  he  was  JUDGIN’  me.   like  i  ain’t  had  enough  of  THAT  in  my  life  without  a  cat  doin’  it.  ”   velma  looks  to  the  side,  shifting  her  crossed  leg  from  one  to  the  other.  “  i  hate  cats.  ” 

[azarchive]

‘Louisa?’ Her voice is soft, as gentle as she knows how to be in this place of pain and violence, shutting the door carefully behind her. She’s wary of startling the woman, of causing her more distress after what she’s just been through. Lillian doesn’t know the details, but nothing good happens in this place, and she knows she must be feeling terrible after her latest treatment. ‘It’s just me’. 

She approaches the woman slowly, taking a seat beside her by the window, and reaches out to place a hesitant hand on her knee. Louisa looks wrung out and drained, and her heart aches for her. She barely cared for anything before Louisa arrived, drifting through the days in a listless haze of pain and despair. But she feels more like she’s living now, as difficult as it is. ‘Are you... are you alright?’ 

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[velvetipped-a]

@gratiaplcna     /     caroline  &  lou. 

                      there’s a moment of hesitation before you part your lips,  a low chuckle escaping your lips as a hand gestures above you.  mistletoe.  you’ve always found it such a ridiculous tradition  -   kissing beneath mistletoe,  indulging in life’s romance.  but now you’ve found yourself under it with her  -  and you can’t help the want,  the desire  to lean in and press your lips against hers.  but you don’t,  not here.  there are too many prying eyes for it to be deemed appropriate.  so instead,  you smirk and you laugh again.  “ how on earth did we find ourselves here? “ 

[wellward]

@gratiaplcna​

        “Yes, I... Quite understand. Well...” Mary pulls the curtain back, dipping her head to peer out the cottage’s front window. “I’m afraid it doesn’t show any signs of letting up.” The snow is piling up fast and thick outside, in drifts against the sides of trees, around the humped shapes of their cars--Mary’s and Louisa’s--in the drive. “We get these spells, you understand, as it turns colder, even so early in the season--particularly around here; Greendale is quite its own country, in a way...”

        She bites her lip briefly as she looks again at Louisa, so stiff and pale at her table. “I could certainly try again, to call the garage,” she says. "But you understand, it does take a while for the lines to come back up, in this weather. And it’s so cold, and it’s already quite late. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to... To relax--stay for dinner--to pass the time, and we’ll try again afterward? It’s no trouble. And I certainly wouldn’t want you trying to walk anywhere in this.”

[doctorsiebert]

*   @gratiaplcna   continued   from   an   ask.

[  𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮  ]   𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰  ‘ 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 ‘ . (𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘤 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘴𝘫𝘴)

she’s  gone  too  far.  pushed  her  patient  much  too  far  today.  and  is  it  worth  it,  really  ?  there  it  is,  between  the  choking  breath   . . .   victoria  can  feel  the  rush  of  coolness  overcome  her,   twinged,  funnily,  with  that  familiar    HOT  ,   SHARP   wave  of  adrenaline  alongside  the  chill . . .  the  feeling,  she  knows  so  well,  of  power.  IT’S  HERE.    she  can    B R E A T H E   .

lou’s  chest  rises  and  falls,  dramatically,  in  struggle  . . .   a  mess  before  her;  a  visible,  tragic  song  in  its  curt,  patterned  breaths;  SAVE  ME,  SAVE  ME  FROM  MYSELF.  and  victoria  will.   I  AM  HERE  TO  SAVE  YOU.   a  step forward;  an  expert  touch  . . .  victoria    places  one  hand,     JUST  EVER  SO    ,       upon  the  other  woman’s  shoulder.      SHE’S  HERE.      calmly,  she  slides  into  rest,  sitting   gently  upon  the  edge  of  desk,  knees  off,  before  the  other  . . .   she  is  now  slightly  elevated,  yet  serene  --    directly  in  front  of  lou.   and  lou  is  gone   .  .  .   lost  in  the  terrible  mist  of  her  panic.   they  had  been  talking  about  HER  BABY,  HER  BABIES.     the  hypnosis  had  been  working  like  a  charm;  victoria  playing  the  pungi.    “  focus.  feel  the  sensation,  your  current  surroundings.  i  want  you  to   listen   to  my  voice.    .  .  .   where  are  you ?  what  is  causing  you  pain  ?  ”   

when  the  other  will  not  settle    --    does  lou  even  know  she’s  there?    --    victoria  holds  her  chin  higher,  asserts  control;   forces  their  eyes  to  meet.   SHE  WILL  MAKE  HER  KNOW.   

“  louisa.  just  breathe.  ”      victoria  repeats  the  mantra,  strong,  soothing,  commanding,  voice  a  soft   bubbling   on  a  warm,  simmering  stove.   her  fingers  grip  the  patient’s  shoulder  like  iron  now   --   she  will  bring  her  back.  victoria’s  other  hand  is  upon  the  woman’s  wrist,  holding  her  in  place   --   she’s  getting  frantic  in  her  panic.     “  BREATHE.  just  breathe.  look  at  me.”   victoria  widens  her  eyes;   you   must   know   this.   “  you’re  alright.  ”