Evening Dress By The House Of Worth, C.1880. From The "Fashioned By Sargent" Exhibit At The MFA Boston,

Young Woman With Sword by Jules-Élie Delaunay (1828-1891)

vivien leigh in a promotional shot for “waterloo bridge” (1940)

There are so many scenes that I want to see reinterpreted in this universe I've created, but then I remember that I have to write it to make it happen :') I'm currently working on a double chapter situation, one being a chapter entirely dedicated to these types of scenes that I couldn't figure out how to shoehorn into the main plot, but I wanted to see Kaz and Inej navigate them in the Wild West. The desire to daydream about my fic and not actually write my fic has been so strong fr!

[Image description: a screenshot of an instagram post from user @northwestleftist. It’s a graphic in the style of a block print with flowers and the quote “to be truly radical is to make hope possible rather than despair convincing” from Raymond Williams]

am i the girl that you dream of?

Blood Meridian by violet_persephone

Chapter 2: April Storms in Wyoming Territory

“Be quiet.” Kaz snaps, and the group falls silent.

Inej’s eyes are wide as saucepans. She looks at each of their faces.

“I know I’ve caused you all trouble,” Inej says quietly, “But don’t send me back. I won’t go back to Heleen. I won’t.”

Kaz feels his blood run cold. The others are stunned into silence. Nina says: “What? Inej, honey, what are you talking about?”

“Mr. Brekker bought me and it’s ruined your plans,” Inej whispers quickly, as if she thinks one of them will cut her off. Or worse, silence her with a slap across the face. Kaz clenches his fists, the leather squealing. “I’m sorry that has happened. But I don’t want to go back.”

Thierry Mugler - Fall 1995 Couture

sometimes i feel like writing is a grill and i am the meat.