Se On Kaunista Kirjoittamasi Sanat

Yoru wa Mijikashi Arukeyo Otome aka Night is short, Walk on Girl, 2017, Masaaki Yuasa

Eugene de Blass (The Flirtation | Confidences)

reblog to give a lesbian a sword, a bi girl a dagger, and a trans girl a cool gun

II

'Like a dog after it has run through barley,' say my fingers, tips grazing the scalp and sending small shocks through my gut. The oil is rubbed between hungry pads as I find the brush, so lost it had started to comb the bunnies from behind the dresser. Tangles grip with like damned souls, each bristle the ferryman's boat as it steers through the reeds and the mire. The water blanches into stagnant color, rivulets standing out as veins against the floor, all slugging their way to the pit. Steel falters to cut the twisting coils as each viper is measured and found wanting, resulting in tutting and sucked air. Treated silver and baked glass form the edges of the scrying pool that scries the slaying done today. "There's my girl!"

“I think that the gods created eyes so people can witness the beauty in yours.”

The Ukrainian Wreath

I’ll get right to it.

The  last few weeks have been heartbreaking, and there are no words to fully describe the devastation the Ukrainian people have suffered.

While living so far away can create a feeling of helplessness I wanted to try and do something to help. That is why I’ll be selling this print on my  Etsy shop with all profits going towards the Hospitallers.

A group of volunteer paramedics working in Ukraine to help those inflicted.

Stand with Ukraine. 🇺🇦 Stop The War.

Wishing you all a safe, and love filled week. ❤️

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1182646662/fine-art-print-the-ukrainian-wreath

Okay this is...rather unlikely, but I just cracked myself up imagining that Edith's first novel was basically one of those "and then everything was fine and E/T/L became a (consensual) thing and they all lived happily ever after" fics. Maybe in her altered version there were no previous murdered wives, and the only ghost was a mother cruelly determined to continue her abuse from beyond the grave, so the Sharpes can be more sympathetic and it can be okay for her author insert (if that's even the right term?) to stay with them at the end. Look, this woman had genuine love for her husband (and some... interesting feelings about her sister-in-law), but then all the horrible stuff came out so now she's super conflicted and... processing, okay? She's processing. Then I cracked myself up all over again remembering that this would require a late Victorian publishing house to accept a book where the happy ending features lesbianism, polyamory, and incest.

I mean, she could write heavy subtext for the lesbianism, polyamory, and incest parts. Perhaps her character rescues her beloved husband from the ghost/metaphor and becomes Closest Bosom Friends™ with his extremely devoted sister. And they all live happily, respectably ever after, and 110 years later the academic analyses of the text are WILD.

In the 1950s it’s all “A classic tale of romantic and familial love triumphing over darkness!” In the present day there are John Mulaney memes like “I think Crimson Peak (1902) is about a bisexual incest triad.”

I do think a lot about What If scenarios for the canon, published version of the story. How did she change it? We have snippets of the text in voiceover, but even sticking strictly to her stated canon feelings about things, no Victwardian publisher would want to touch it if it was completely honest.

Or was the story we saw not what happened at all? Was it a complete fabrication? If so, what’s the truth? Did Edith even marry Thomas? Did he marry Eunice or leave abruptly unwed, and the story is the dark past and future she imagined for him?

I have one idea where she bases the story on a series of dreams- but oops, it turns out Mama Ghost sent those dreams and they were real. All this eventually leads to Thomas hanging for murder and Lucille swearing revenge on a woman she met once for like an hour, who isn’t even in the same country.

But I digress. Fascinating concept, Anon!

hi I'm from your pseudo-medieval fantasy city. yeah. you forgot to put farms around us. we have very impressive walls and stuff but everyone here is starving. the hero showed up here as part of his quest and we killed and ate him

breathtaking

one of my best friends is a cat. animals don't abandon you, but people usually seem to. you pour a bowl of food or refill their water dish and they think you're the greatest thing in the world when all you really are is another piece of trash in a dumpster painted up to disguise its grotesque interior.

they climb into bed with you in search of affection and in return, give you their's. and when you wake up the next day, they're waiting, calling to you like they know nothing of the sins you commit each and every day. they love you all the same, they look forward to you despite your mistakes. truth is, they probably don't know what and who you really are, just what you've been to them. and god, please be good to them; not because of what they can give to you, but because it's what they deserve. there will come a day where you will look over and see them older, see the end draw near.

but 14 years is a long time to have something love you and you love it. i know i should be greatful for the time i have had, but instead im filled with greed, for even a decade and a half seems too short for a creature so unlike myself. so pure, so innocent.

- "i feel like i'm losing the only pieces of myself i like"