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just submitted my last paper of the term 🙏 also the worst essay i've ever written in my life. anyway party party 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
#which is saying something cause i've written some dogshit#i have 2 finals this week?but idec bc that paper was actual hell#ooc.
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mr. and mrs. smith plot WHEN
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Wardrobe/Outfits Appreciation
Angelina Jolie as Jane Smith in 'Mr & Mrs Smith'
#she's everything#⁰¹. OR DOES SHE MOUTH ‘FUCK YOU FOREVER‚’ manner.#⁰¹. I’M WHAT’S LEFT OF WHEN WE SWAM UNDER THE MOON‚ aes.
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ftr i don't have a specific ma/rvel-centered verse for nov but i've been running with the assumption that her canon can just work within that universe as it is
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prompts: ttpd, the anthology by taylor swift.
your location, you forgot to turn it off.
the only thing that's left is the manuscript, one last souvenir from my trip to your shores
could it be enough to just float in your orbit?
quick, quick, tell me something awful, like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy.
i just don't understand how you don't miss me.
now and then she rereads the manuscriptof the entire torrid affair.
if you wanna tear my world apart, just say you've always wondered.
if comfort is a construct, i don't believe in good luck.
i move through the world with a broken heart.
they killed cassandra first, 'cause she feared the worst.
don't want money, just someone who wants my company.
say it once again with feeling.
even statues crumble if they're made to wait.
we here-by conduct the post portem.
what doesn't kill you makes you awake.
they tried to warn you about me.
i'm not a doner, but i'd give you my heart if you wanted.
i got cursed like eve got bitten.
i hate it here so i will go to secret gardens in my mind.
i feel so high school every time i look at you.
I look in people's windows like i'm some deranged weirdo.
there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.
she wrotе headlines in the local paper, laughing at each baby step i'd take.
one bad seed kills the garden.
when the truth comes out, it's quiet.
you see, i was a debutante in another life.
you have a favorite spot on the swing set.
the empathetic hunger descends.
i'm addicted to the 'if only'.
he said that if the sex was half as good as the conversation was, soon they'd be pushin' strollers. soon it was over.
oh, we must stop meeting like this.
way to go, tiger.
i built a legacy that you can't undo.
you said some things that i can't unabsorb, you turned me into an idea of sorts.
i may never open up the way i did for you.
he was a cad, wanted her bad just like any good trophy hunter.
tell me about the first time you saw me.
they knew, they knew, they knew the whole time.
i don't think you've changed much.
you have no room in your dreams for regrets.
they set my life in flames.
i thought it was just goodbye for now.
i loved you the way that you were.
you're a just ruler covered in mud, you look ridiculous.
i'm there most of the year, 'cause i hate it here.
you saw my bones out with somebody new who seemed like he would've bullied you in school.
how did it end? i can't pretend like i understand.
this place made me feel worthless.
i wanna find you in a crowd, just to hide from you.
quick, quick. tell me something awful.
i won't confess that i waited, but i let the lamp burn.
i can't forgive the way you made me feel.
Buried down deep
out of your reach the secret we all vowed to keep it from you in sweetness.
splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless.
old habits die screaming.
i'm lonely, but i'm good.
in my fantasies, i rise about it.
forgive me, [name], please know that i tried.
if i sell my apartment and you have some kids with an internet starlet. will that make your memory fade from this scarlet maroon?
behind her back, her best mates laughed.
you needed me, but you needed drugs more, and i can't watch it happen.
she's the albatross, she is here to destroy you.
i'll tell you one thing, honey. i can tell when somebody still wants me.
were you makin' fun of me?
nostalgia is a mind's trick.
i read about it in a book when I was a precocious child.
does it feel alright to now know me?
excellent fun 'til you get to know her.
life was always easier on you.
tell me all your secrets, all you'll ever be.
it wasn't a fair fight.
if i die screaming, i hope you hear it.
i can confirm she made a curious child, ever reviled by everyone except her own father.
are you gonna marry, kiss or kill me?
i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.
all that time you were throwin' punches, i was buildin' somethin'.
one less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen.
i'm hearing voices like a madman.
you said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me.
but i can't forget the way you made me heal.
they nicknamed her 'the bolter'.
wise men once said 'wild winds are death to the candle'.
now i wanna sell my house and set fire to all my clothes.
i'm gonna get you back.
push the reset button, we're becomin' something new.
i'm watchin' american pie with you on a saturday night.
i'm an aston martin that you steered straight into the ditch.
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athena november odysseus thinkpiece. just pretend i've got one.
#ooc.#DO YOU SEE THE VISION#i didn't have this in mind when i named athena (nov's version) but now i've never felt the gift of prophecy so personally
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november doesn’t know how to be taken care of, maybe in part because she doesn’t want to be but mainly because no one ever really has. it’s more complicated than just that; she learned pretty early not to rely solely on people — to always have a backup plan (aka herself) because chances of being let down weren’t far from high. so when time came that she might have needed people, she mainly wouldn’t let them. her friends were close enough to see her as a real person with flaws, but not close enough to face many of those flaws head-on. even her relationship with gomez began to nosedive as soon as her “true colors” came to light with the nature of the job, pushing the possibility of that away before it even surfaced. everything with him & co. also left her particularly bitter — even outside of relationships, it contributed a lot to her control issues, left her feeling used and manipulated like never before, and she’s yet to be truly vulnerable with anyone since, save for maybe athena if november’s shit-talk-venting and other assorted chismis counts as “opening up.”
she’s learned to be entirely self-sufficient (emotionally, domestically, financially, etc.), content in her own company and that of the occasional fling — the prospect of romance being (maybe more than) a bit ruined for her, not that she believed too much in the fairtytale ending stuff anyway; and especially in this business, she’s pretty sure no one is fit to be a good long term partner, herself included.
but anyway, she has a habit of extending her individualism to others, assuming they think like her or operate by the same instincts or logic. when shown otherwise, she can remember this isn’t the case and act accordingly, but typically figures that, at least on an individual level, no one can do for her what she can’t do for herself. she does like people, despite the distance — gets along well, knows how to collaborate, teamwork makes the dream work if it comes down to it as a point and all that — but mainly in passing. she belongs to herself, every crevice, and it keeps her safe. it always has.
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a meme call for u. like for some stuff + multis feel free to specify a muse or a few. i'm laying low today (mwah)
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thinking about how november’s factory setting is chill and effortless and consciously Cool Girl but her secondary emotion is anger. & how the closest thing she feels to sadness is bitterness but she has too much pride to let it cross into regret or anything near that. & how vulnerability isn’t an option, but not even because of her job and responsibility but because her body goes into fight or flight at the first sign of it. & how her obsession with control was thrown and shattered and stomped on when she first realized she’d been molded and directed her whole adolescence. & how she goes on like she doesn’t carry any baggage because the things in her life that should disturb her just don’t, but she is still mad about it. she’s pissed about a lot of things, actually, so fuck off — cool? cool. but also how, in her words, nobody made her into who she is. they might have shown her the way, but this is what she is. and we should consider ourselves lucky she found such a healthy outlet.
#gonna be rb-ing some old metas that didn't make it to beta tags#⁰¹. LOCHNESS WORKS BEST WHEN SHE’S UNPREPARED‚ study.#q.
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Jensen Ackles and Kristin Kreuk in Teen People, 2004
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say it once again with feeling. (From Nat)
SHE'S TAUNTING HER. NOVEMBER CAN FEEL IT. as she runs back over their stories: mutual friends, chance encounters, drop by drop until their faces were more than just familiar. some of her favorite twists of truth — those close enough to be real with the details prettied up for the grapevine, not so different from cleaning up a story for the kids, sparing them the complications. god knows there are enough to go around. but no, still not convincing enough.
november doesn't do much. she sighs out the impatience, lifts her brows, softens her eyes as if the fondest memories are right in front of her. ❛ ...and the rest is history. ❜ or so it goes. they've probably got enough stories to fill in the gaps.
↳ the tor/tured poets dep/artment : ( accepting. )
#ircnwrought#⁰¹. I’LL NEVER KNOW A SUNDAY‚ ic.#⁰². SWEEP IT UNDER MARBLE FLOORS‚ arc one.#fake marriage i'm here for u 😭#god i need a tag for them#also sorry she's projecting again. praying for them sjdfhk
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ODESSA A’ZION in Ladyworld
2018, dir. Amanda Kramer
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she would have slayed in b.ottoms (2023)
#no pun intended#everyone who played possessed-by-dawn was so funny#and kristin was so over the top. Love#ooc.
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if you wanna tear my world apart, just say you've always wondered. ( from Ben! )
SHE SEARCHES HIS FACE FOR WHAT EMOTION HE IMPLIES, whatever that may suggest. dim from the streetlights peering in: is it just confusion or is it pain, is this some tragic outcome? maybe for him. it must be confusing, being lost, straying from the path — or at least the scenic route. ❛ don't really need to wonder. i already know, ❜ she teases. she always thought she'd kill in marketing, as much as the very thought of it pisses her off. or maybe a cover girl, guts and all.
❛ i wasn't very different in that... other world of yours, no? maybe it's just one of those things that's meant to be. ❜ she's swerving. only because she's dealt with the what-ifs already, the bitter taste in her mouth already turned to venom and already spit into the drinks of the deserving.
there are worse outlets for that itch of hers, near-misses of her irreverence. but that's the last thing ben needs to worry about. she still remembers him how he used to be, still remembers their picture together in the yearbook. THE LAST THING THEY NEED TO DWELL ON is the blurry, crossed timeline in between. ❛ it's late. ❜
↳ the tor/tured poets dep/artment : ( accepting. )
#luminarot#i hope this makes sense lol?#⁰². SWEEP IT UNDER MARBLE FLOORS‚ arc one.#⁰¹. I’LL NEVER KNOW A SUNDAY‚ ic.#don't mind her#kicking him out before he can start Thinking about THings
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casual wear (splattered with blood) vs. evening wear (drenched in blood)
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prompts: ttpd, the anthology by taylor swift.
your location, you forgot to turn it off.
the only thing that's left is the manuscript, one last souvenir from my trip to your shores
could it be enough to just float in your orbit?
quick, quick, tell me something awful, like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy.
i just don't understand how you don't miss me.
now and then she rereads the manuscriptof the entire torrid affair.
if you wanna tear my world apart, just say you've always wondered.
if comfort is a construct, i don't believe in good luck.
i move through the world with a broken heart.
they killed cassandra first, 'cause she feared the worst.
don't want money, just someone who wants my company.
say it once again with feeling.
even statues crumble if they're made to wait.
we here-by conduct the post portem.
what doesn't kill you makes you awake.
they tried to warn you about me.
i'm not a doner, but i'd give you my heart if you wanted.
i got cursed like eve got bitten.
i hate it here so i will go to secret gardens in my mind.
i feel so high school every time i look at you.
I look in people's windows like i'm some deranged weirdo.
there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.
she wrotе headlines in the local paper, laughing at each baby step i'd take.
one bad seed kills the garden.
when the truth comes out, it's quiet.
you see, i was a debutante in another life.
you have a favorite spot on the swing set.
the empathetic hunger descends.
i'm addicted to the 'if only'.
he said that if the sex was half as good as the conversation was, soon they'd be pushin' strollers. soon it was over.
oh, we must stop meeting like this.
way to go, tiger.
i built a legacy that you can't undo.
you said some things that i can't unabsorb, you turned me into an idea of sorts.
i may never open up the way i did for you.
he was a cad, wanted her bad just like any good trophy hunter.
tell me about the first time you saw me.
they knew, they knew, they knew the whole time.
i don't think you've changed much.
you have no room in your dreams for regrets.
they set my life in flames.
i thought it was just goodbye for now.
i loved you the way that you were.
you're a just ruler covered in mud, you look ridiculous.
i'm there most of the year, 'cause i hate it here.
you saw my bones out with somebody new who seemed like he would've bullied you in school.
how did it end? i can't pretend like i understand.
this place made me feel worthless.
i wanna find you in a crowd, just to hide from you.
quick, quick. tell me something awful.
i won't confess that i waited, but i let the lamp burn.
i can't forgive the way you made me feel.
Buried down deep
out of your reach the secret we all vowed to keep it from you in sweetness.
splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless.
old habits die screaming.
i'm lonely, but i'm good.
in my fantasies, i rise about it.
forgive me, [name], please know that i tried.
if i sell my apartment and you have some kids with an internet starlet. will that make your memory fade from this scarlet maroon?
behind her back, her best mates laughed.
you needed me, but you needed drugs more, and i can't watch it happen.
she's the albatross, she is here to destroy you.
i'll tell you one thing, honey. i can tell when somebody still wants me.
were you makin' fun of me?
nostalgia is a mind's trick.
i read about it in a book when I was a precocious child.
does it feel alright to now know me?
excellent fun 'til you get to know her.
life was always easier on you.
tell me all your secrets, all you'll ever be.
it wasn't a fair fight.
if i die screaming, i hope you hear it.
i can confirm she made a curious child, ever reviled by everyone except her own father.
are you gonna marry, kiss or kill me?
i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.
all that time you were throwin' punches, i was buildin' somethin'.
one less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen.
i'm hearing voices like a madman.
you said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me.
but i can't forget the way you made me heal.
they nicknamed her 'the bolter'.
wise men once said 'wild winds are death to the candle'.
now i wanna sell my house and set fire to all my clothes.
i'm gonna get you back.
push the reset button, we're becomin' something new.
i'm watchin' american pie with you on a saturday night.
i'm an aston martin that you steered straight into the ditch.
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