I’m sorry there is so much pain in this story. i’m sorry it’s in fragments, like a body caught in a crossfire or  pulled apart by force. but there is nothing I can do to change it. ( m.atwood)

independent and private patricia blum uris of sk’s horror novel it. please read rules before interaction, loved by pam ( prev patricauris. )

I’m the worst but I am moving patty right after I finish my new carrd 

oh, oh, and not to mention! i just adore how you talk about her feelings, how she deals with grief and how she's able to move on. and i'm TOTALLY biased, seeing as our bbies are in a good old fashion relationship :))) like i just enjoy how you've made patty her own person, not just stan's wife like she has wants and desires and her life after her husband dies is valid and i just :"))) she deserves happiness and u give it to her ( sometimes )

beep beep how’s my portrayal   @shinedied

!!!!! listen, ok but thank you ?? truly when I fall into a hole talking about her feelings and dealing with grief we both know that 1. I can’t handle it and 2. she just only deserves good things in life because she was never given that ( a break ) = ) I often don’t write characters like patty who are defined by something tragic like her husband’s death ( or are mentioned once in the beginning and never again im calling out mr. king once again ) but I’m relieved she’s perceived as patty and not just stanley’s wife ( both are good but you know what I mean )

anyways you’ve seen patty from the beginning and I truly appreciate you & dan having a part in helping me write around her better ?? giving patty a friend and hello ?? a nice bf. but UNO REVERSE  i love the way you write mr. danny torrance  literally I had No Idea who he was until we started writing and ? I love and adore how much you love him and how much you care about his story ?? making sure nothing about his story is just *snaps fingers* Instant Fix  HE ONLY DESERVES GOOD THINGS. 

Natalie Portman as Jacqueline Kennedy in Jackie (2016) dir. Pablo Larraín.

“You were my death: / you I could hold on to, / while all fell from me.”

— — Paul Celan, “[You were],” Breathturn into Timestead, tr. Pierre Joris

NAME 10 COMFORT FILMS/SHOWS & TAG 7 PEOPLE

any studio ghilbi film

the addams family

bridget jones diary ( any )

star wars prequels / originals ( prequels first though )

crazy rich asians 

halloween 

spongebob 

doctor who ( david tenant as ten )

coco

a love so beautiful ( both chinese and korean versions )

tagged by: @dysquiet​ ( ty <3 ) tagging: @witchbvtch​  @wintrysound​  @winifrd​  @itswrpnt  @shevildead @onlyhoped  @pathreturn  & you !

shinedied​:

PATTY.  < patricauris​ >

    there’s  a  million  and  one  things  going  through  his  mind.  who  is  killing,  how  far  away,  were  they  like  them ?  could  they  CONTACT  and  see ?  if  it  wasn’t  the  middle  of  the  goddamn  night  he  would  make  for  wherever  the  girl  was  right  this  minute.  too  enthralled  with  the  danger  that  was  way  nearer  than  he  was  comfortable  with.  and  there’s  also  patty,  behind  him.  her  mind  a  chaotic  blend  of  blacks  and  oranges  and  reds,  vibrant  aggressive  greens  signaling  fear  –  terror.  (  𝘳𝘦𝘥  𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘴  )  one  at  a  time,  please.  one  problem  ;  one  MONSTER.

he  is  thinking,  reaching  for  her  but  she’s  gone  –  the  girl.  he  can  still  feel  her  like  a  cold  spot  in  the  room  but  he  doubts  she  is  actually  ever  physically  here.  thoughts  trend  towards  his  own  horrors,  however  he  cuts  it  off  before  he  can  run  away  with  it.  there  was  no  way,  the  place  was  burned  –  paved  over,  more  than  dead.  and  abra  had  never  been  there  before,  even  in  the  vicinity.  he  sends  thankful  thoughts  for  that.  hearing  her  call,  not  the  girl  but  the  woman  frantic  behind  him  he  jolts  himself  out  of  this  lock  he  feels  he’s  in,  what  are  you  thinking ?  too  much,  involving  a  multitude  of  stories  that  he  just …  can’t  get  into  right  now.  there’s  only  one  thing  on  his  mind,  and  it  seems  as  though  patty  feels  the  same.  “  what  –  oh,  she  …  she’s  fine,  i  think.  it’s  she  just  saw  it  she  wasn’t  there. ”  in  time,  he’d  come  to  know  that  wasn’t  entirely  true.  he  absently  wipes  at  his  nose,  the  skin  on  his  hand  comes  away  red.  

moving  over  to  the  box  of  kleenex  atop  the  dresser,  “  i’m  not  sure  on  anything  …  this  has  never  happened  before  so  i  just  –  i  have  no  idea. ”  he  plugs  up  some  of  the  blood  that  pooled  from  his  nose.  he  hasn’t  had  one  of  those  in  a  while  either.  a  thought  comes,  why  now ?  he  buries  it,  feeling  her  own  concern  –  if  abra  was  being  looked  after  by  her  parents,  he  felt  okay  to  try  to  refocus  here  at  home.  “  i’m  so  sorry,  are  you  alright ?  i  know  this  is  a  …  it’s  a  lot. ”  

in some crazy way she can’t explain, patty feels like she’s in the sidelines experiencing this happening to dan. and if there was one thing that patty both despised  and feared ― it was being useless. idly standing by and watching someone she loves dearly re-experience something that’s never ?  happened before. for now the second time in her life, patty had felt something squeeze at her heart to make her PAY ATTENTION , but not kill.  not yet.  patty watches him in parts; she largely had been focusing on his shadow, or a part of his back. but now she’s looking right at him. 

patty thinks about when she was a girl , jumping off the deck and submerging into the lake. before she found out that grief felt like fear. the adrenaline rush of going from warm, warm , and then cold.  patty would only feel that cold spot hit her legs because sinking anything deeper, she would have drowned. that was the first time. the second was around her heart when she found stanley and the third? it was all over this room. every gap and space had been filled with this cold spot. dan was stressed and patty didn’t understand. she wasn’t going to pretend she did either, who did that help ? patty was well aware dan wasn’t completely unaware to her own feelings. that strike of panic she got when the monster in question ATTACKED A CHILD. what that meant to her. it sickened her. but could patty claim such a trauma when she didn’t physically face that monster like richie ? like stanley did ? was she allowed to take up even a little bit of dan’s time with his own concern for her ? 

shouldn’t she bear all the weight for the both of them, just in case ? her mouth works around a good answer, but despite how she felt, the smile does look misplaced. “ i don’t think I’m alright “ lying right now would only hurt them both in the long run. patty’s crutch being self isolation would only read like she didn’t trust him. there wasn’t any need for that, but patty did still feel the urge. disappear, crumble, resurface like nothing happened.  “ but it doesn’t matter, “ she waves away absently, like she’s pushing those feelings away. “ I’m more worried about you, and .. i know it’s a lot but .. I’m here. you don’t need to take on so much alone, not anymore. “

she breathes like the setting of a sun, the whispers of wind in a forest of firs and pine. the sun illuminates everything in a fiery orange glow, like a candle, like a campfire. love lives within her eyes, the color of the earth, of mountains. strength imbued in the dark hues, to look in them is to see a swirling, entrancing void. to fall into them is to lose yourself only to find it fulfilled on the beach. you blink, the sun lights up the darks of your eyes, inescapable is her light. 1/ ? aes

( 2 / 2 ) her body is lithe, but muscles have built their way into her bones. she shakes, but does not waver, the earth in her eyes runs deep, straight into the iron in her blood. she stands at the edge of the earth, as if she were the first woman, and the last with enough tragedy to span the life age of a star. and yet through all this strength, there is only love, kindness, and eponymous warmth that beckons lovers forward, and she fears to their demise but to have been loved by her is a gift. 2/2 :)

tell me  my  muses  aesthetic  /  always  accepting

ok tell me you’re in love with patty without telling me you’re in lOVE WITH PATTY !! i kept this in my ask for the longest time because it’s ?? beautiful and to describe patty or seeing how someone else views her?? it’s just a lot of love and adoration and I am very soft thinking about it !! ok the description of the light she brings to people, love kindness and warmth , “  and she fears to their demise but to have been loved by her is a gift. “

“For you I was a flame…” Love Is A Losing Game by Amy Winehouse

HOW  DO  YOU  TRAGICALLY  DIE  ?

𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄.    You know the Griffin McElroy quote about exits from lives. Your death was arguably the most tragic of all: mundane. Nothing could have been done to prevent it, and YOU DIED FOR LITTLE TO NO REASON.  The dramatic reveal of your corpse, however, was one of the most stirring moments in the whole story.

tagged  by:  other dash tagging:  @shinedied​  @yoursmary​  @desertums​ ( stanley )  @jonbyers​  @shotcalled​  @callbullshit​  & You !

My kinda shit: When Person A put their hand on Person B’s cheek and Person B puts their hand on top while turning their head just enough to kiss Person A’s palm

it’s a mouthful to explain but man is it my kinda shit

“I told him that I’d turned into a ghost; or maybe that I was the only living girl in a city of ghosts; that, in any case, I didn’t like dying all the time.”

— Valeria Luiselli, from Faces in the Crowd (tr. Christina MacSweeney)

“Do we write in trauma, or out of it? I mean how do we write ourselves out of trauma?”

— — Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore, from The Freezer Door

“I feel like I’m back in my body and I’m shut down. I’m so close to crying. Somewhere there’s a place in my body where I can actually feel alive.”

— — Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore, from The Freezer Door

Natalie Portman as the new Miss Dior.