#jason: slay the house boots down
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y/n: bestie just slayed
tim: jason commit manslaughter-
y/n: yea, he literally slayed!
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little things in be more chill
Act 1
-the subtle lyric changes throughout. I was skeptical but they were good
-the intimacy of the theater. every single seat was good and we were all so close. it was such an experience. add to that the fact that there were only 8 or so actors and it was just amazing
-the band in the background at first. they were awesome
-Will Roland’s facial expressions were killer. and his high notes/head voice were so so good
-the huge cheer when Michael came on
-I LOVE GEORGE SALAZAR. just putting that out there
-the gay pride patch on Michael’s jacket
-after the Boyf Riends backpacks Michael saying “my moms would be proud” and it was the sweetest ever
-all of Christine in I love play rehearsal
-HER SPARKLY BOOTS
-and her green flower dress
-Christine almost kissing Jeremy before she starts running around screaming
-“and today… that dream dies”
-Brooke humming do you wanna ride
-“parting… is such… sweet..”
-christine being appreciated by Jake. can this be a regular thing please
-jake dabbing while describing how sad juliet’s death was
-GERARD CANONICO.
-getting zapped by the squip :(
-rich slapping himself when he lisps
-*confidence*
-he was almost crying when he said “so suicidal”
-the hand dance I love it okay
-and then everyone was doing it in the background
-two player game aka the iconic boyf riends bop
-their knees were literally touching oKaY
-soft smile when Jeremy says “you know that you are my favorite person”
-Michael’s concern when Jeremy gets mad at his dad: he was so worried and you could see it on his face
-controller flips™
-the apocalypse of the damned screen around the edges
-honestly the whole set. the screens were so cool and versatile and the sliding pieces and they did so much with so little and honestly I should make a whole post about it
-the sketchy payless man gives me life
“well what does it taste like?” “LiKe gHoSts”
-the squip’s ICONIC entrance: the signs all slide off and he steps in with that suit like damn son
-DAMN THE SQUIP OKAY
-ODDLY ATTRACTIVE AND HIS VOICE WAS SO SOOTHING. SO CALMING. HE WAS SO COOL IT WAS PERFECTLY CAST. AND HIS SUIT MY GOD
-I won’t rant long but his voice okay. his voice. and his mannerisms. and his— I need help
-“JERRY-ME”
-brooke sliding her straw into her cup very vigorously in do you wanna ride. plus the dance moves
-the squip checking out chloe (several times). I’m uncomfortable but same tbh
-BMC part 2 breaks me every time. jeremy is so sad. it’s awful
-silhouettes. ALL OF THE SILHOUETTES
-the squip looking out into the crowd before more than survive part 2
-and then tucking in jeremy like okay
-all the squip’s super quick costume changes give me life
-“Hello?” *silence* a beat… *shrugs and grabs laptop*
-the entirety of More than Survive part 2 for this reason and this reason alone: the awful look on Michael’s face. he kept mouthing “Jeremy” but Jeremy never once noticed him. and he already looked so torn apart
-rich being nice finally. and them being friends while Michael has to watch alone
-iAMbic PENtamETer (thanks brooke)
-jenna slaying the play. theater kid yes and thank you. with her iconic outfits
-christine and jeremy were dancing during a guy that i’d kind of be into and jeremy’s hands on her waist was the cutest purest thing ever
-jeremy adamantly saying “I want Christine.” buddy. she’s a person.
-“pursue…. other options” *brooke dances in*
-“I don’t know why I’m crying” yup me neither jerry
-ENIMEN IS DEAD??
-DID YOU KILL EMINEM??
-jeremy and brooke making out alright then
-christine didn’t get her ad lib but her confused-shocked expression was on point
-so the squip got jeremy’s lines about “Tried to be genuine and true. but now it’s time for something new” and etc. which i think actually makes sense. and then we got to see everything from Jeremy’s point of view
-seriously the stage was clear just him. it was kind of awesome
-UM THE WHOLE NEW SONG??? “Loser Geek Whatever”- those notes at the end and his power oh my god
-CALLING MICHAEL HIS ONE TRUE FRIEND
-noooooo the optic nerve blocking
-it was awful because Michael looked so happy that Jeremy was back and then the cover just flew down over him and it all went black
-and then the squip’s costume oh my gosh
Act 2
-the halloween decorations
-THE HALLOWEEN COSTUMES. Jenna Rolan as a huge clown is the mood of the year.
-“a loaf of bread will do” *swings baguette*
-jake, rich, brooke, chloe, and jenna being such a squad
-“I—I’m Juliet”: heartbreak
-Jeremy’s costume was really cool honestly
-Christine being so out of place at first but then everyone’s dancing and she’s found her place
-chloe crawling like a baby oh my god
-jake coming in the window
-Michael’s trash costume
-when Jeremy called Michael a loser I broke
-all of Michael in the bathroom. George has perfected it and he was crying real tears
-rubbing his eyes the way real people with glasses do
-everyone knocking on the door but then they all left because no one cared about him
-who was that abominable snowman though
-Christine and Jeremy were such cute little nerds at the party awww
-with their little grunting or whatever
-rich’s squip is a girl so yeah that’s a fact
-it was so sad when he got out the gasoline. he had nothing else to do and he would rather die it was awful
-the smartphone hour was genius
-THE GUYS DRESSED UP AS GIRLS I LOVED IT
-and Jenna’s riffs omg I loved her actress so much
-that selfie of jenna with the house literally burning down but it’s fine
-their silhouettes again wow
-jeremy in the all black outfit. I know he’s in trouble but wow
-they put the pants song before pitiful children but it worked so well
-“smoking…. incense”
-“do you love him?” *caught red-handed, with the whole audience staring you down while not wearing pants* *coughs* “uh… what?”
-his face was red and everyone in the audience just knew
-michael got to sing, by himself “when you love somebody, you put your pants on for them.” and if that’s not boyf riends idk what is. he loves Jeremy. it’s canon
-decorating rich’s locker
-“I’m a person, you know.”
-the squip’s last costume with the streamers and the wig
-“What’s wrong with me now?” THANK YOU CHRISTINE
-ATHENS, georgia. Center for Disease Control
-so they also changed pitiful children: the squip wanted to possess everyone in order to make them all happier which would stop christine from being sad and stressed out. and it worked better than just squipping the whole school because
-“Michael, call Michael” *kicks phone away*
-MICHAEL MAKES AN ENTRANCE is the most iconic thing ever don’t change my mind
-“wait, you came to see me in the play?” gets me every time
-“great, give it to me” “sure— NOPE”
-Michael demanding an apology because he knows his self-worth
-“I’m jealous that you care!” “Yeah, well I’m jealous that you don’t!” genius
-their fighting while the squip shadowboxes
-and the sad parallels to two-player game
-everyone getting zapped except Michael and his confusion
-the hilarious play costumes
-the changed part between Christine and Michael: “I’m not— she is”
-he sacrificed everything for her
-Michael joining in on the screaming
-and then the squip was alone on stage. and it was fitting because he got wiped away the same way Michael was in Act 1
-and then the screens all go black
-and then the be more chill colored pixels
-and then black
-rich with all the broken bones
-and rich being an iconic bi
-Michael to Rich, suggestively “I’m sure you’ll find a *very* special friend.”
-but then he runs over to Jeremy and his faced was concerned so idk what to tell you
-chloe and jake totally being a thing at the end
-jenna and brooke *totally* being a thing? It was hard to tell
-jeremy giving christine the cutest, most awkward kiss of all time and her pure cinnamon roll surprise and shock
-and then they kissed again and it was adorable
-the na na nas
-everyone getting off stage except Jeremy, Christine, his dad, and Michael because those are the three most important people in his life
-and Michael was last to leave may I mention
-and then it was just Jeremy, as it should be. and his smile was everything
Bonus:
-the cast having a dance party after the final bow
-Jason Tam (the squip) and Will Roland were dancing and it was hilarious
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so, um. if you have any particular feelings about labyrinth--specifically Sarah--uh, go wild.
WILD PEACHES [AO3]
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The morning after Sarah Williams defeats the Goblin King, she gets up and makes toast. She has to brush some glitter off the toaster—it withers and vanishes at the brush of her fingertips, and she stares at her hand for a long time.
It mostly just looks like her hand. Even when she turns it over, and sees where she scraped her knuckles against the oubliette, where the shattered mirror cut the back of her wrist. It looks like she fell, or was playing in the street. That’s all.
The toast comes out burned, and Sarah stares at that too. Eventually, she slumps down against the cabinets and cries, wracking sobs that send her dad and Karen rushing into kitchen. They check her forehead for a fever, put their hands on her, and keep asking, “Are you okay? Sarah, please, tell us what’s wrong…”
Eventually, her dad drags her into his lap and cradles her against his chest, like he did when she was little. Her legs are too long to really fit anymore, but Sarah hugs him around the neck anyway. “It’ll be okay,” he says, keeps saying. “You’ll be okay.” And Sarah—doesn’t laugh, because she can’t, and doesn’t have the words to express what—how—
(None of her stories ever talked about this. What did Sir George do, the morning after he slayed the last dragon in England? Did Tam Lin eat breakfast, or did he sit there, shivering, wondering if his hands were different, having been claws and wings and scales?)
Afterwards, she leaves the burnt toast outside on the back porch. Not an offering. Maybe a reminder.
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It’s Didymus she sees the most often, mostly because he’s the one who invites himself rather than waiting for an invitation. He comes for tea, but even if there’s no tea—which there isn’t, usually—he comes to tell Sarah stories. She learns to love poetry because there’s no escaping it with him. (She won’t read Idylls of the King until Brit Lit in college, but she ends up scrawling a lot in the margins; Didymus’ telling of events had been much more interesting.)
Once, she falls asleep like that, her hands tucked behind her head with Didymus curled up and sleepily reciting from the crook of her elbow. “So tender was her voice, so fair her face—though I don’t think he was looking at her face, my lady, pardon me for saying so—”
Sarah buries her nose in his fur. Didymus always smells of rosewater, and a crispness she thinks is just…the Labyrinth. She falls asleep trying to place it.
She wakes up with a wild fox in her bed, animal-black eyes frightened and flat, teeth bared. The fox is whining, and she’s tempted to throw herself across the room, to get away from this wild thing and its teeth. It takes a monumental will to keep herself still and her breathing slow, even; like she’s still asleep and unafraid.
It takes her longer to swallow, and start humming one of the songs he taught her—a knight’s round, he’d said. She’s shaky at first, but the fox’s ears flick forward. It cocks its head, and slowly, the teeth disappear behind its lips.
She almost laughs when noses at her throat curiously, butting its head against her jaw like a cat might.
Not long after, she comes home from school to find a piece of parchment, folded over many times and sealed with wax, sitting on her bed. I do not think it wise for me to return so soon, Didymus writes. I do not know—what chanced that night, but I cannot risk such debasement again. Many apologies.
In a different style of handwriting—spiky, with too many flourishes on the ‘t’s—someone has written a postscript: stop turning my subjects into yours. they lose too much in the transmutation.
Sarah pretends she doesn’t know who left it there.
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The thing about humans, he would say, if she asked (she’s never asked) is that there’s too much iron in them—iron in their blood and iron in their bones. Teeth. Iron enough to make a nail so they made nails, and swords, and hammers, and walls and ships. Everything Aboveground is cold iron, leeching into the soil and the water and the air. It means that everything rusts, all things move towards entropy, even magic.
But down, in the Underground—
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She can feel him, sometimes, testing his limits. Not the owl—though occasionally she sees feathers from the corner of her eye—but more a sense of pressure, a heaviness. Static electricity, jumping between her and door handles. Once, she’s walking home from school with a friend and they look up, suddenly. “Do you feel that?” Denise Yarmley asks, squinting up at the relentlessly blue sky. “I wonder if it’s going to storm.”
Sarah lets him. Mostly because it’s…strangely reassuring, to know he’s there, even at sixteen, at eighteen. Sometimes she tests him back—walks along the edge of the bridge with her eyes shut, goes down dark alleys by herself. She’s pretty sure she imagines the hand between her shoulder blades, steadying her, or the sound of heeled boots on pavement, just step behind.
Still, she’s alone, the first time he tries to pass the threshold.
She’s alone, and her ears pop with the sudden shift in pressure; the air tastes sickly, like rotting honeysuckle. Worse is the sensation of being watched; she can practically feel him breathing against her skin, hot and damp and full of sparks.
Anger is a whipcord, and she grabs a hold of it, lashes out. When she stands, her biology textbook and sheaf of college-lined notes all slide to the carpet with a thump; she ignores them. She can feel him breathing, how dare he—in this house, where she lives, where Toby lives—
“I did not give you permission,” she says, and her voice comes out clear and cold as iron, or running water, other things she thinks his kind hate. (They didn’t exactly discuss what ‘kind’ he is, but she’s read enough fairytales to guess. Even if Andrew Lang left out the leather pants, and drugged fruit.)
The air feels like it’s holding its breath. Sarah Williams exhales, curling her hands into fists. “I said, get out.”
The presence vanishes.
Afterwards, every time she turns on the radio, it’s playing a song she likes. She can’t decide if it’s an offering, and whether to accept it.
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“You look different,” she says to Hoggle. She’s eighteen and trying to decide what to bring with her to college; he’s supposed to be helping her, but actually she’s spent most of the past twenty minutes trying to explain the entire concept of college, and why she won’t be living in her father’s house anymore.
“Well, it’s a different sort of you, looking,” Hoggle says in that matter-of-fact way he has.
Sarah scoffs. “That’s not how it works. Things don’t change how they are just because I’m different.”
Hoggle, who now looks like something from a Rackham illustration, all floppy ears and abnormally-long, smooth limbs, huffs. “Shows what you know. Hope they teach you some common sense, at your fancy school.”
They don’t, really. Her roommate thinks she’s insane, for tucking the little bag of herbs and rocks into the corner of the windowsill, and thumbtacking another beside the door. She claims it makes the room smell bad—like honeysuckle and rosewater and something rotten, something off. But neither of them is ever late for class, no uninvited guest passes the threshold, and when Jason MacAllen sets off the sprinkler system on a dare, their room is dry as a bone.
“Maybe I can change you back,” Sarah says, her head propped up on a hand as she watches Hoggle eat his body weight in hostess snacks. Mostly her roommate’s. (She’s been reading a lot of horror lately, his mouth has taken on a grotesque slope, with too many teeth.) “Do you want to go back to—what you were?”
Hoggle shrugs. “T’wouldn’t be much of a point. You’d still be looking, wouldn’t you?”
(The observer effect, Sarah’s physics class teaches her. The act of looking at a thing changes the thing itself.)
The roommate moves in with her boyfriend halfway through the year. Sarah doesn’t miss her at all.
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The thing about iron is that it draws all things to it. Even just to rust.
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She honestly thought he’d show up—well, when she was seventeen and Peter Jacobson took her to the prom, then to a motel after. Even before she wrote her Comparative Lit final on psychosexual angst in fairytale reinterpretation, she knew maidenhood was important. (It was always Snow White and Red Riding Hood sent into the forest, not their stepmothers. Adventures happened to fifteen year old girls in white dresses, on the cusp of becoming complicated. Never those who have gone over.)
Sarah had been so sure that she had sat up awake afterwards, shivering in the too-cold motel room and peering into the dark, waiting—
But the Goblin King had not come. He had not come the first time, or any of the times after. She’d stopped expecting him, really.
Which is why Sarah stops dead at the sight of him, standing in the middle of the sidewalk. He’s shed the feathers, the glitter; if it weren’t for the long blue velvet coat and the shock of white-blonde hair, she wouldn’t have recognized him at all.
In the weak morning light, he looks almost…tired.
“Any further, and I will come into your kingdom,” he says, while she stares. The wind almost steals the words away—there’s still yards between them, more than a few sidewalk blocks, with weeds growing up through the cracks.
She laughs when she realizes he’s standing at the very edge of campus, where the public concrete turns into brick. One more step, even if he just leans, and he’ll cross the boundary.
Sarah didn’t know she owned a college.
She has to walk around him—skirting the edge of his long coat, which overflows the sidewalk, and drags on the grass—to plant her feet on her kingdom. She think she imagines the way he bends, just slightly, like a plant following the sun, as she moves past him.
His face is changed. His eyes are not.
“Hi,” Sarah Williams says to the Goblin King. She wishes she’d redone her makeup, or borrowed one of Steve’s jackets. Not that the Goblin King is staring (it would be easier, if he were staring) but she wants more armor for this fight than a miniskirt and a blouse wrinkled from a night on the floor.
He is looking at her, and it’s an awful cliche how much he looks at her like a man dying of thirst. Like she’s water. When he notices her looking back, his mouth twists in a small smile. “You are cruel as iron, Sarah Williams,” he says, finally.
She waits for him to go on. “Is there anything else?” she asks, when he doesn’t.
“Is your intent to taunt me with them?”
“With who?”
“The—whelps, the boys you lay with. I thought they merely the indulgence of youth, but this one has lasted almost a twelvemonth. Are you trying to wound me?”
Sarah stares. She can’t help but laugh, breathless with how presumptuous—“If you disapprove, don’t watch.”
For a moment, he looks like she remembers—cold and fey and strange as he had been amid the ruins of the Escher room. Then it slides away, and he is tired again. “Fidelity is supposed to be the great virtue of your kind,” he says, and she can’t help laughing, still.
“You have no power over me, Goblin King,” she says, and his eyes (unchanged, after all this time) narrow. “So you have no right to my fidelity. You can’t ask that from me.”
“A fact you taunt me with!”
“I’m not taunting you! I barely think of you at all!” Sarah shouts, and he jerks back, cringing away
It’s early and the world is quiet, but the silence is somehow deeper, between them. Sarah licks her lips, swallows. “I don’t—I don’t think about you,” she repeats, more quietly. “It’s just my life.”
The Goblin King is staring blankly; no emotion in his face at all. Without his smirks and songs to distract her, it’s almost terrifying, to watch the inhumanity of him laid bare. (There’s a part of the human brain that remembers what it was like, to be something small, cowering from beautiful monsters with cold blood. It screams, in recognition.)
Sarah shuts her eyes. When she opens them again, he’s still looking at her. “Is it the one you want?” the Goblin King asks Sarah Williams, there on the concrete sidewalk that spans the chasm between her kingdom and his. “This life you have here, with the whelp—is it the one you desire?”
Sarah laughs quietly, crossing her arms over her stomach. The chill of the morning is finally getting to her; she can feel herself shivering. “Maybe. Maybe not. But it’s—it’s still better than peaches.”
She’s cold, so he gives her the blue coat in exchange for a kiss, her mouth with fading lipstick pressed dryly to his cheek. She almost loses her balance, and she can feel him shudder, when she digs her fingers into his shoulders to steady herself.
The hem of the coat drags across the grass as she makes her way back to the dorm. That afternoon, none of the students know what to make of all the cornflowers, growing up from the dust.
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The other thing about iron: it always knows where north is, seeks it. You cannot lie to iron.
Ludo is the only one who’s never changed, in all the years between. He’s still burnt orange, with horns like a brindled goat. Sarah couldn’t count the hours she spends curled up against him, studying or reading as he brushes out her hair, sings nonsense songs. Sometimes his teeth look a little sharper, or his paws become talons, but Ludo is himself, ever
Which is maybe why she’s so surprised when he comes to her with a cream letter in a silver envelope, stamped with wax and signed, jareth, the goblin king. She hadn’t expected it from a creature so straightforward as Ludo.
“I don’t like him,” Sarah says, holding the silver letter in her hand.
Ludo moans, and she scowls at his tone. Uses her nail file to break the wax seal open.
She doesn’t blush, reading it. It’s not an offering, a favor, or a gift; there’s nothing flowery there, no compliments or flattery. It’s a plain apology, which is rarer, and more precious. She isn’t so young she doesn’t know that.
Sarah tucks it into her desk drawer, attempts to forget about it. How he called her, dearest one, nearest my heart.
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Her senior year, she goes down to the sea—with her friends, the ordinary human ones—to celebrate spring and their last grasp at freedom. Sarah honestly forgets the name of the town when she tells this story. It was cool and smelled of the tide; she ate shellfish, and built fires on the rocky beach. She fell asleep that way almost every night, listening to cold-water mermaids sing about oil tankers, and sailors who stopped breathing when they dragged them under.
No one else can hear them, but her.
And maybe that’s—her ears are full of mermaid song and her belly is warm with beer and wine spritzers, and she decides to walk back from the bar alone, through dark alleys and down the rocky beach. A test, like when she was seventeen and guiltily enjoyed the idea of a Goblin King in love with her. (Hold me fast and fear me not, and she could never decide which of them was supposed to be Janet and who was Tam Lin.)
She smiles, when she hears heeled boots, a step behind her in the alley.
“You should walk with me, Goblin King,” she says, but she’s still surprised when he does. It only takes him a few steps and he’s there, dressed in blue-black shadows and smelling of honeysuckle, carrying the heat in his wake. His makeup is darker around his eyes and mouth; it looks like bruises.
He is very beautiful. Never let it be said that Sarah Williams does not know how beautiful her Goblin King is.
“You’re drunk,” the Goblin King says.
“A little,” Sarah says. “But you shouldn’t complain, you know.”
“I’m not complaining,” Jareth, the Goblin King, says. “I’m noting.”
“Oh, fine then,” Sarah says, and takes his arm, laughing when he puffs up, his feathers ruffled like a bird’s by her closeness. His eyes are animal-black, and frightened. (Sarah does not sing for him, though she might, if she thought it would soothe the wildness, chase it from him.)
She says, “I can’t eat peaches anymore, you know.”
He says, “I hardly see why that’s my fault.”
“I liked peaches.”
“So eat them.”
“Trauma,” she says, and he snorts. It is very unmythical
“Yes, my sincerest apologies for a sparkly dress and a ball.”
The sky is clear when they step out of from the shadows, onto the water front. Starlight makes him stranger still, and Sarah spends a few minutes deciding that she will not touch his skin, no matter how beautiful he is in the jagged, silver starlight.
“I was trying to save my brother. You just have terrible timing, Goblin King.”
“So if I asked you to dance now—?” he asks, and somehow they’re on the rocky beach already, the sound of the sea crashing against the shore in her ears. (Here is the secret about mermaid song: they love the oil tankers, all those sailors with slick black painted on their bodies. Never underestimate the capacity of a thing to love what can destroy it, or to destroy it in turn.)
“You haven’t asked me, Goblin King,” Sarah Williams says, and he catches her, when she trips over a rock. The moonlight is weak, but his eyes still burn silver, and she burns too.
Sarah Williams has read all the fairytales and folklore. She knows exactly how to ask, to count out pomegranate seeds and give real consideration, weight if she’s heavy with child or just desperate. And she knows exactly how to turn up the next morning, her eyeliner smudged and lipstick worn away, but smiling, still.
Her jewelry was gold, the night before. Moonlight turns all things grey, and bright.
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The thing about goblins—or fairies, she’s still not sure what he’s supposed to be—is that there are rules. (Not like iron, the Goblin King would say, if he were invited to take part in this conversation, which he isn’t. Iron obeys no laws except its own will. Like her.)
But goblins have rules. They are cruel, and unjust, but they are rules all the same. Stricter than laws. Cold as iron.
The rules say: a favor for a favor. The rules say: you cannot take what isn’t given. The rules say: one, and that’s all and everything.
The Goblin King called fidelity a virtue of Sarah’s kind, but he was the one who picked her. All and everything. No takebacks. Not ever.
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The celebrations have subsided. She’s a graduate now—Latin, prayed over her degree, summa cum like an invocation (though there was an invocation, and Sarah had wanted to laugh at it. Or not laugh, but maybe question which god, and why. Didn’t they know how cruel some of them could be?)
This is her own private ceremonial; apart from the school-sanctioned or family-attended. Sarah had to search three different liquor stores for mead—actual mead, that smells like honeysuckle and the sharpness of alcohol, underneath. She takes a nervous drink from the bottle, even as she kicks off her shoes and walks barefoot, across the grass.
She’s technically not supposed to be in the park after sundown, but she’s also not supposed to open-carry alcohol, or pour a little out onto the dirt. She’s not supposed to feel the dull ache of desire, hoping her prayer is answered—
This is an offering, but she’s still surprised how quickly he comes.
He looks around anxiously, taking in what is her kingdom, and has been for the past four years. “I was summoned here,” Jareth, the Goblin King, says.
“I know.”
“I did not trespass.”
“I know that too. I invited you.”
He stares. His eyes are ever the same. “Why?”
“I wanted to see you.”
She offers the bottle of mead out to him, and he drinks. His eyes never leave her face, even though the dark of almost-night envelops them both. “You have no power over me,” Sarah says casually, and watches him choke.
“Yes,” the Goblin King rasps, once he has recovered his breath. “This is true.”
“What about you?” she asks, and the Goblin King shudders, the way he did when she dug her fingers into his shoulders, nails-first. “Do I have power over you?”
She takes his mouth, pressed to the pulse-point of her throat, as an affirmative.
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A final truth about iron: it alloys with silver only rarely. It takes too much pressure, and heat, and what some—the uninitiated, fools—might call magic.
#labyrinth#this is a thing I made#long post for ts#this isn't good but I WROTE A THING BE PROUD OF ME
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Kerry Washington Flosses Her Own Golden Globes, Tiffany Haddish, Lisa Bonet & Jason Momoa, J-Rod & More Hit The Red Carpet
The 2020 Golden Globes went down last night, and we've got the red carpet round up you'll need before talking about everybody's lewk last night. Get into Kerry Washington and her own golden globes, Tiffany Haddish, J-Lo, Zoe Kravitz our Dolemite faves, and more inside.
The 77th Annual Golden Globe Awards popped off at The Beverly Hilton Hotel last night. While there were VERY few nominees of color on the slate, more than a few still hit the carpet. As for the fashion - oddly one of the least impressive years we've seen. But let's get into it.
OK Kerry!
"American Son" star Kerry Washington gave us bomb face, a bomb bob (Takisha Sturdivant-Drew DID THAT) and a look that had folks torn on whether it was the one for her.
Fab stylist Law Roach slipped our girl into some Jimmy Choos and this sexy black Altuzarra two-piece number with a jeweled harness, no bra and plenty of inner side boob and skin.
She's a mom of two and makes this MILF life look easy, so we're not mad at the look at all. A tad bit jealous of the A & B cup hotties who can rock this easily, but we think she's giving us fresh, modern and memorable - the goal of any red carpet slay.
Some folks believed it looked sloppy and simply was not for her, even if it's a gorgeous piece on its own.
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We kinda love it though.
Also giving us fresh & modern perfection:
Newlywed Zoe Kravitz! The "Big Little Lies" star flexed in her Saint Laurent spokesmodel duties in this super cute mixed print dress. Usually, inverse color/size polka dots on the top and bottom would give us anxiety, but it works, especially in black & white. Possibly only a look Zoe could pull off as well.
Her Hollywood hottie mom and stepdad also hit the carpet looking like the hot couple that they are:
Lisa Bonet (in Fendi) and her partner Jason Momoa (in a green velvet Tom Ford dinner jacket and Cartier jewelry) who was presenting last night, showed up looking gypsy fab as usual. Not everyone loved the Aquaman star's look but we're not mad. Even when he took off his jacket to give to Lisa during dinner because she qas cold (that's why he was only in his tank top folks!). Nothing can make that man look bad. No-thing.
Tiffany Haddish twirled onto the red carpet as she was on hand to promote her upcoming flick Like A Boss. Law Roach had his hands full dressing her as well for the night in a pink Galia Lahav gown and Jimmy Choo shoes.
Chile, J.Lo. Honey.
Never thought we'd see the day when we get physically annoyed by a red carpet look from the ultimate red carpet slayer Jennifer Lopez. The house of Valentino may have pulled a miss this go-round with this leftover Christmas present vibe of a gown. We all know she loves to be the belle of the ball with a fabulous princess moment, but this wasn't it. The hair, makeup and Harry Winston jewels were fabulous though.
The dress was horrid, but her biggest fan A-Rod didn't care or notice. He wrote her a heartfelt letter on Instagram about how she doesn't need a trophy to make her a true champion. The nominee lost in her category but chick stays winning in life.
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Jen, it doesn’t take a trophy, medal, or plaque to identify a true champion. . To millions of young women who have watched you and have been inspired and empowered to do amazing things in their lives, you are a champion. . For countless musicians, dancers, actresses, and performers who have seen and emulate your passion, drive and work ethic to find their own success, you are a champion. . To your children, your family, your coaches, your staff, and your extended family, you are a champion. . To everyone whose lives you enrich daily, you are a champion. And don’t you ever forget it.
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Sweet.
Eddie Murphy's Dolemite film was nominated, so he hit the carpet with his longtime partner Paige Butler last night:
This man doesn't age.
Morning Show star GuGu Mbatha-Raw showed up in a very yellow-gold Gucci look for the night. Not loving it, but she's beautiful as always. Next up for the British bombshell: Misbehaviour, in UK theaters March 13th.
Dolemite star Keegan-Michael Key and his new wife Elisa Key (nope, it's not his ex wife, he just has a type) hit the carpet together last night.
Our fave Dolemite star, Da'Vine Joy Randolph, made a statement in a fuschia gown for her big night that felt like life imitating art.
And Wesley Snipes rounded out the Dolemite cast on the carpet looking halfway in character and halfway like himself.
Cynthia Erivo gave us old Hollywood glam as she hit the carpet basking in her Harriet success.
Fab stylist Jason Bolden dressed her in a custom Thom Browne look (that took 800 hours and 11 people to create) and a $3 million Buglari diamond & jeweled necklace for her big night.
Director Barry Jenkins - whose film If Beale Street Could Talk was nominated for Best Screenplay last Golden Globes - hit the carpet with his significant other, director LuLu Wang.
Yessss Winnie! Designer LaQuan Smith and model Winnie Harlow - rocking his design - hit the carpet together.
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Stunning AF.
Pose star Billy Porter and his train came TF thru.
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How #BillyPorter pulled up on tonight’s #GoldenGlobes red carpet.
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He dripped in a custom white Alex Vinash look with custom Jimmy Choo boots and an Emm Kuo NY bag using over 4,000 Swarovski crystals. Of course.
"Queer Eye" star Karamo Brown looked dapper in a custom Grayscale black on black double breast silk brocade tuxedo. Werk.
E!'s Nina Parker ushered in the slate of fab red carpet hosts for the night in this golden Melissa Mercedes gown for the big night. Gorge.
YBF chick Zuri Hall slayed in Jovani Fashions (Jovani! Jovani! *Housewives reference*) and cute curls.
Comedian LaLa Milan made her red carpet hosting debut at the Globes in a LEWK. Stylist Winnie Stackz dressed her in this black Hollywood glam look.
And Sibley Coles brought the bedazzled pinstripe suit to the carpet.
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13 Best Michelle Obama Fashion Looks
Harini Natarajan Hyderabd040-395603080 July 30, 2019
“Your story is what you have, what you always have. It is something to own.” – Michelle Obama
Michelle Obama, former first lady, has had her fair share of the spotlight due to her impeccable outfits. Being the profound intellectual that she is, she enhances her image by using fashion to her best advantage. Over the years, she has evolved out of her comfort zone and experimented with pieces that shed light on her confident and bold personality.
Let’s take a look at 13 of her best outfits.
1. Michelle Obama In Thigh High Boots
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When you are out to meet the queen of shoes herself, it’s a given that you have to up your game. Michelle Obama did more than just turn heads when she met Sarah Jessica Parker in Brooklyn for her Becoming book tour. She went all-in for this one.
Michelle sported a bright yellow silk dress with a slit right above her knee, paired with bold over-the-knee, glittery gold Balenciaga boots. Vogue has now dubbed these boots “The Knife Boots”. The boots have stiletto heels and are made of sequined fabric. The boots glammed up the yellow silk dress to make Michelle look stunning.
2. Michelle Obama In Yellow Dress
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Michelle Obama was spotted at an outdoor event wearing a bright yellow lace dress. She opted for something that was elegant and simple, yet made a statement. Michelle went for the minimalistic approach and wore a simple belt around her waist. She finished off the outfit with a pair of nude sandals.
3. Michelle Obama In Emerald Green Tuxedo
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Leave it to the former First Lady to raise the bar every time she dresses up. In this emerald green tuxedo, her outfit is a complete 10 on 10. From her soft curls and her smoky eyes to her black stilettos, she looks stunning head to toe. Michelle’s tuxedo exuded power and confidence as she stepped out for an event for her Becoming book tour. This outfit has to be one amongst our favorites.
4. Michelle Obama’s Red Ball Gown
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Mrs. Obama was the definition of stunning in this red silk gown designed by renowned fashion designer Jason Wu. This particular shade of red looks very flattering on her dark skin tone. The halter neck flaunts her well-structured yet lean arms. Her bangs are perfect for this outfit. Michelle opted for some slick Jimmy Choo shoes to finish off this look.
5. Michelle Obama’s White Inaugural Ball Gown
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Michelle Obama looks spectacular in this heavenly white ball gown by Jason Wu. This ivory chiffon, one-shoulder masterpiece is everything. Its beauty lies in details like the organza appliques and Swarovski crystals. Michelle wore this splendid gown at The Youth Inaugural Ball back in 2009.
6. Michelle Obama In A Striped Suit
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Michelle looked stunning in this red suit with bold black buttons. It’s well fitted and has a slightly quirky vibe. She paired this suit with soft loose curls and a black mani. The color red pops on Michelle, making her look stunning.
7. Michelle Obama In Satin Orange Blouse And Pants
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This satin orange blouse and pants set is another of Michelle’s Becoming book tour outfits that caught our eye. The peachy orange color is fierce, and the satin makes it almost sensual. She went for bold earrings and soft curls to balance out the outfit.
8. Michelle Obama In A Black Gown
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Michelle turned heads in this black off-shoulder gown alongside her husband, Barack Obama. She sported this dress with ease and sophistication. The open neckline adds a dramatic effect, and heavu silver necklace and bracelet create an avant-garde vibe. This gown flaunts her curves to perfection, making her look absolutely marvelous.
9. Michelle Obama In A Floral White Dress
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How bright and aqua! Michelle opted for a classic blue and white floral dress at a panel discussion with Jennifer Lopez. She looked effortless with her hair let down and smoky eyes. This dress worked in her favor as she does not wear these colors often, making it a breath of fresh air.
10. Michelle Obama In A Gold Versace Dress
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For her last White House dinner, Michelle Obama went for something extravagant. She made a show-stopping entrance with Barack Obama in a custom rose gold Atelier Versace gown. It featured a fitted bodice, Grecian drapery, and an asymmetric off-shoulder neckline. Michelle slayed this look.
11. Michelle Obama In A Silk Green Dress
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This silk chiffon green dress by Kia Milla was worn by Michelle Obama at a celebratory gala event. This outfit is polished and poised. She paired this dress with silver statement heels and a silver bracelet that add excitement to the look.
12. Michelle Obama In A Black Sequined Gown
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Michelle looked all sparkly in this gown designed by Peter Soronen. This strapless gown enhanced her neckline, and the pearl necklace looked simply stunning with her hair tied up.
13. Michelle Obama In An All-White Dress
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Michelle Obama seemed to glow in this all-white attire. It is a simple and elegant white statement outfit. She matched her shoes to her outfit to keep the all-white theme going.
Though Michelle Obama has an impeccable sense of style and a great wardrobe, she too has had her fair share of fashion blunders. It could be a lack of effort on her end or simply that she didn’t care at that point. The public and media have criticized her for this. What do we think? Well, nobody looks like perfect every single day. We all have those “I wore the first thing I saw in my closet” days. We are sure Michelle Obama does too. Let’s take a look at a few of her fashion blunders.
Michelle Obama’s Fashion Blunders
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Whether you love her style or couldn’t care less about it, one thing is for sure – Michelle Obama is an inspiration to not only women but everyone around the world. Which of her outfits did you love the most? Comment below to let us know!
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