Oh honey, that’s just how old houses are. They settle. They sometimes creak or groan, or quietly weep, or demand blood sacrifice in voices that sounds like the fluttering wings of a thousand moths. It’s just the house settling. For whatever it can get. Go back to sleep.
she’s the girl with a
fairytale face
but her mouth screams
like a wolf’s
words of the consultant, minjeong son (via perseaphonie)
be poetic. if you find the way the light falls through your window and onto your bedroom wall pretty, write about it. call it soft and golden as sunlit honey. if it makes you glad to be alive then it’s not silly. you look for the beauty of things, be proud of that. say the heavy rain is kissing you. write about the glow of the moon, the dancing of flowers. make your world magical. collect your metaphors and treasure them.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its lovliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
‘Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead; An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.
Asterion says Mum bought you pearls again and Ariadne rolls her eyes, provoking, and pushes the comb through her straight hair with more force than necessary.
sometimes she dreams of being dead
Asterion watches from the other side of his room, frozen on the childish office chair their parents bought him years ago; his fingernails drill in the ripped cotton that’s washed and bleached down to a hideous sea-green by now.
it’s not as horrible as it sounds
His eyes never leave his sister’s body – how she sways, how she bends, how she fucking moves – He wants to chain her up.
a grave may be dark but a grave is silent
Strap her. Strip her.
a grave doesn’t judge
Cut and purge and caress her wild-kissed brown skin that glistens golden and warm as soon as stray sun-rays cast their bright shine on her. He wants to bite down in the soft flesh of her thighs and choke on the blood that he will taste there.
a grave doesn’t care if you’ve put enough makeup on your face or if your dress is long enough to cover your thighs but short enough to show your knees
He wants to moan. To unravel her. To rip the delicate layer of her skin with his bare hands.
a grave simply is
He wants to fuck her, to control her, to thrust into her, deeper and deeper, he wants to – Do you think Theseus will notice me? Asterion blinks.
instead she wakes in the mornings and is too exhausted to try living again
Ariadne turns around and faces him, her lips shiny and luscious and pink. Ariadne, his sister. He swallows.
In medieval culture, an event like a royal christening is not a private party; it’s the public social event of the year. To not invite any person of rank to such an event is a deadly insult.
Maleficent is certainly someone you wouldn’t want at a party, but she’s also someone powerful enough that only a fool would ever dare treat her with such blatant disrespect. The only way the King and Queen could possibly have gotten away with not inviting Maleficent was to not invite any of the fairies at all; inviting the other fairies and excluding her is explicitly taking sides in the conflict between the fairy factions.
Which means they made themselves her sworn enemies, and she responded by treating them as such from then on. If you actually get into analyzing the social dynamics of the scene, it’s very clear that Maleficent was willing to show mercy at first by giving the King and Queen a chance to apologize for their disrespect to her. She doesn’t curse Aurora until after she gives them that chance and they throw it back in her face with further disrespect.
And yeah, if the King and Queen had done the properly respectful thing and invited her, Maleficent would have given Aurora a scary awesome present. Moreover so would the other fairies, because at that point both sides would be using it as an opportunity to show off and one-up each other. What they gave her before Maleficent showed up was basically just trivial party favors by fairy standards.
How do you know so much about the social dynamics of medieval fairies
How don’t you
maleficent is so deep and fantastic and i love it
important because so much stuff we think is weird, makes no sense, and thus write off as ‘because fairy tale’, ‘because bible’, ‘because story’, or ‘because foreign’ there exist reasons why certain elements are why they are. everything has its own context even if you didnt think it had one.
anything in grimms fairytale lineup makes far more sense if you see it through mid-late medieval germany mindset of very many small isolated rural kingdoms surrounded with wild forests with individual folklore, the bible makes infinitely more sense if you know anything about jewish law and how poorly it jived with roman law, anything in anime makes infinitely more sense if you know anything about their history or the novel ‘journey to the west’ because seriously two thirds of the ‘they did something weird but thats what they do in anime’ tropes originated from that book
Almost all Faiery lore implicates Faeiries are, for the most part, bound to their word. They ain’t going to cause the shit unless you bring it on yourself.
Be wary of any gifts they give. Do not even acknowledge the receipt of a gift even in the spirit of it, such as ‘Your presence here is a gift on its own’
Because that counts as something of your Word, too, and Faeries will gleefully mess with just how much that can be stretched if they feel capricious enough to do so. And since the fae are NOTHING BUT CAPRICIOUS, just be very fucking careful.
Be respectful to Faeries, but remember always they would turn you into a fucking snow drift for a decade or two if they thought it was funny enough.
Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move
Gotta try it
I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with.
Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path.
Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!”
I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way.
Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze.
Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note.
I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston.
I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible.
Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America.
WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA
It’s called the Murder Strut.
IT’S BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldn’t find it. I’m so glad IT’S BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!!
A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post.
This post went from Scientific to Feminist to Educational to HILARIOUS!
#make men get the fuck out of the way 2k17
Anyone got any badass boot links?
I taught my 9 year old neighbor this when we went to the store, I noticed a man staring at her with a creepy smile, I ushered her away from him and told her, “If you are ever in a situation where you feel unsafe, or threatened by men around you, walk like you’re about to murder anyone who looks at you wrong. Don’t be afraid to look mean, don’t be afraid to look like a threat. Walk through like you’re a Superhero.” She smiled and I swear she looked like a little Bucky.
I cannot express to you how important that walk is. Predators weed out the kids who look like they won’t be to much of a threat and won’t get them caught in the act of an abduction or assault. A kid who looks like they won’t back down for shit isn’t worth the risk for them. Please teach your children this, it’s so beneficial for them and for their safety. Not only is it a extra precaution to keep them safe, it teaches them that they don’t have to always be polite to strangers.
If you’re currently underage and reading this, DON’T BE AFRAID TO LOOK MEAN.
Imagine a fae who is just so mad about the idea of lying, like, I have spent a thousand years studying the subtle arts of deceit, weaving my spells of glamour and misdirection, and you, human, can just stand there and
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