Posted 2 years ago

Valen and Leonis discuss Twilight

noordinaryeden:

prettyboivin:

“I don’t understand the concept. It genuinely.. baffles me, how any person in their right mind would think of me as some twinkling faerie or some such.” Leonis sat at his usual place, drink blood from a wine glass, flavored with fruit. Valen affectionately called this “Bloodsucker Sangria”.

“This is why I prefer men to women.” The response came from the kitchen, as Valen sought out something suitable to eat. “Damnit, Leo.. I truly wish that you could do something about these blood packets. You just shove them in here any damn which way, and I can never find anything, ever. Shouldn’t you be out drinking people?”

“Sometimes I would like a midday snack and would rather not get dressed and go out.”

Valen rolled his eyes, getting his hands on some leftover cake before returning to the sitting room with Leonis. “As to answer your question, teenaged girls and women who write for teenaged girls have little concept of the reality of our kind, of any of us. No one ever gets it right… they just got it a little more wrong this time.”

A little? It’s sheer idiocy. The whole lot of it. If our hearts didn’t beat than our limbs wouldn’t work. Blood still carries oxygen to the body. The living dead are still living, albeit in a much different way. Don’t they teach biology and anatomy in school anymore? It’s utterly unrealistic and nonsensical.”

Valen just smiled as Leo became more and more irritated on the subject. “To these girls it’s a fantasy world, Leo. It’s just a bunch of nonsense. I don’t understand why this one in particular upsets you so much…”

Because Trystan came for a visit last night covered in damn glitter is why. 1000 years old and he’s still a child. Our own kind shouldn’t be playing into such idiotic ideas.” Frustration read visibly on Leonis’ usually porcelain-perfect features.

Trystan is an idiot, always has been an idiot, and always will be an idiot, Leo. You’re normally the calm one. What’s really gotten into you?”

HE CHANGED HIS NAME TO FUCKING EDWARD!” Leo’s booming voice shook the room.

Valen, meanwhile, could do nothing more than laugh. The half-eaten cake forgotten, he fell to the floor, tearing up and holding his stomach. “Edward! HA!”

It is not funny, Valen. It is.. pitiable and disgusting”

Tears in his liquid-silver eyes, Valen stopped laughing and looked up at Leo. In a single tug, he had the much older vampire pulled over on top of him. “That’s what makes it funny. Sparkling vampires, no heart beating, whiny little teenage brats winning them over. Think of it as a comedy and you won’t be so upset.”

You do this every time, Valen. I want to be angry and you’ve gone and spoiled it”

The demon pouted, eyes flashing with mischief. “Too bad, because you’re pretty when you’re angry”

Eying the chocolate cake smeared into a $3000 oriental rug, Leo gave his lover a broad, dark smile. “Oh…I can be plenty angry, little boy. Now clean that up with your tongue… I have to fetch something from the basement”

As Leo lifted himself off the floor, Valen called after him. “Don’t forget the glitter!”

(via lokixcat)

Posted 2 years ago

Lotus

The rifle’s barrel was invisible in the deep shadows, and Vincent with it, his patchy black and gray camo blending into the darkness cast by the gargoyles that festooned the former Masonic Temple’s exterior. When the Shriners had moved further upstream, their granite ediface had become a hidden sore, a laboratory focusing on the viruses and diseases so dangerous that to even speak their names was to invite silent vanishings in the night. There were very, very few of those…but then again, the reasons for them even still existing were less than savory. They could have been eradicated…they were man-made, after all. But no, no…megalomaniacs didn’t do kind and humane. 

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Posted 2 years ago

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So damn cute.

Posted 2 years ago

gothiclizzie:

fourthwinds:

gothiclizzie:

fourthwinds:

gothiclizzie:

Cute hair today

Hey there, sweetie. If you’ve been trying to get a hold of me, my phone ran out of minutes, and pretty much died. Gotta wait till tomorrow when I get rid of DVD’s!

I was really hopping it was just running out of minutes. Was starting to worry because id been trying to reach you for a few days. Are you working tonight? If not do you want to go see Footloose with me? i got tickets from my boss.

I’m afraid I am, hon. Between work and minutes and WORK NEVER STOPPING CALLING ME, my minutes just died. And I’m broke this week. -kiss- I’m sorry, I wish I could go…I don’t suppose those tickets might go for Saturday night?

Shoot. Unfortunately the tickets are only good for tonight, for friends/family night which is for sponsors. Poo on occk :-(

that’s ok i know work is unavoidable.

-snuggles- Well, how about a little dinner and a walk, you and me, on Saturday? I’m off at three-ish.

Posted 2 years ago

gothiclizzie:

fourthwinds:

gothiclizzie:

Cute hair today

Hey there, sweetie. If you’ve been trying to get a hold of me, my phone ran out of minutes, and pretty much died. Gotta wait till tomorrow when I get rid of DVD’s!

I was really hopping it was just running out of minutes. Was starting to worry because id been trying to reach you for a few days. Are you working tonight? If not do you want to go see Footloose with me? i got tickets from my boss.

I’m afraid I am, hon. Between work and minutes and WORK NEVER STOPPING CALLING ME, my minutes just died. And I’m broke this week. -kiss- I’m sorry, I wish I could go…I don’t suppose those tickets might go for Saturday night?

Posted 2 years ago

gothiclizzie:

Cute hair today

Hey there, sweetie. If you’ve been trying to get a hold of me, my phone ran out of minutes, and pretty much died. Gotta wait till tomorrow when I get rid of DVD’s!

Posted 2 years ago

Stop it Lizzie, just stop it

gothiclizzie:

stop letting the little stupid things get to you.

stop letting the fact that he got to see her on your birthday & you didn’t get to you. stop letting the fact that the one person you wanted to see a “Happy Birthday” text from on your birthday didn’t send one bother you.

stop thinking about little trivial shit. 

stop it, just fucking stop it. 

this is why i hate days off with no plans. too much time to over think things. my mind is a fucked up & twisted place that i wish i wasn’t so trapped in all the time. 

if i could afford to see a therapist i would.

Oh sweetheart. I am so sorry; I meant to send one to you, and nothing I say can or will excuse the fact that I didn’t. I didn’t, and it was a damn fool thing of me to do. *wraps around* I am sorry. Truly, truly sorry. I hope, so much, that I can find a way to make it up to you, to make up for the fact that drowning in my own life doesn’t mean that I should ignore everyone else who’s affected by it. 

I love you. I mean that. That I share my heart with both of you is a difficult thing to manage and I swore I’d do my best by you both…and I haven’t been able to. And that isn’t right. 

*all my love, till I see you tonight*

-Cass

Posted 2 years ago

Unpopular Opinion: “I don’t care about DID fakes”

mosaixnebula:

There are people who attack others with DID accusing them of being fakes. Some of those people who have been attacked are people we know - people we have met! To be honest, our opinion of whether they are truly multiple or not is totally irrelevant. I really don’t have a problem with them - with anyone who fakes D.I.D as long as they’re not misrepresenting it. If they are portraying it accurately then good luck to them. At least it’s getting more people to understand and learn about D.I.D for the rest of us.

As a community we really need to stop attacking others. Regardless of whether you believe someone else to be fake. The fact that you’re still angry and upset enough to go out of your way to attack others means there is something you need to work on. Focus on that. Focus on yourself, your hurts, your flaws, your system and leave everyone else to focus on them.

We are marginalised and criticised enough by people who don’t believe in D.I.D - surely there is strength in numbers? Surely it’s better for us all to stand united? I’m not saying you have to like everyone - there are quite a few systems that we’re not totally in love with, but we will never ever put them down - definitely not publicly because we have no right or desire to do that.

We are all survivors of abuse that was bad enough to make us split - and for a lot of us that was at the hands of family. Surely, now that we’re grown we should stick together to the people who can understand us the most?

Guess not. Which is why we now avoid the DID community like the plague. It upsets us. We always wanted to meet more people like us, and now we almost regret it.

Gods, this. Just, this. Thank you, all of you. 

And just for the record, the four of us would like to meet all of you, and have you all meet our large, large family. I think we’re…23 strong now? Sharing four bodies.

Posted 2 years ago

mistress-natsuki:

cadney:

classicwishlist:

Algunos vestidos azules de Mary Magdalene.

All of these… would be so perfect for my Tenth Doctor lolita outfit
God… damnit…

I can see my friend’s boy OC in these. Hnnng ; u ;

Gaia bless, we are making these.

Posted 2 years ago

Thoughts about weight, ice cream, and how men treat women…

fattiesinlove:

As some people who follow our blog might know, I work in an ice cream shop. Last night we were very busy and on two occasions, I noticed something happen with customers. In the first exchange, there was a family with two teenaged daughters, a mother and father. One of my coworkers was jotting down their order while I worked on scooping my own. The daughter ordered a cone with, maybe, two scoops? And the father turns to her and declares, “You’d better fit in that five hundred dollar prom gown I bought you.” The girl said nothing, and her sister cut in with, “Dad, she’ll fit!” If that girl went home and made herself throw up, or at least was completely unable to enjoy her dessert, I wouldn’t be surprised. The man the words came from wasn’t much of a trim athlete himself, and she was honestly gorgeous and fit, so… well. Fuck him.

Next there was a couple that I served. I passed out their sundae and cone and the man turned to the wife (who was a few feet away) and called to her, “I think somebody’s going to have to run a few miles tomorrow!” She couldn’t hear him, so he repeats this to her three times before she nods and responds with a half-hearted, “Yeah.”

Where do men (nay, people in general) get off telling women how to live their lives, what to eat, how to eat it, what to wear and how clothes should look on their bodies? It’s a wonder that society seems so puzzled about eating disorders when we have douchebags attached to girls saying things that make them feel beyond insecure. Now, you could argue that in the second case, she could just dump the man (never mind the fact that they might live together, may have been married, etc…)- but in the first instance, that girl presumably lives with her father and has been since birth, and will until she hopefully moves out. So, she’s stuck with this hyper-critical voice of a man who has no idea what power his words carry. 

From personal experience, nothing made me feel worse than when my dad would grin, pinch my side and chuckle, “You’re getting a belly there, kiddo.” At the time, I was crushed. Now, I wouldn’t care very much and would call him out— I mean, I love my tummy and my goofy-ass dad. But, for the average girl who is unexposed to fat acceptance, indeed, to the average girl who isn’t even fat and just needs to hear about BODY acceptance, no matter how sweet their father/brother/whoever is, the jokes those men make are serious. 

I hope those girls enjoyed their ice cream. I mean, we make some quality shit. And I hope they could get ready for bed, look in the mirror, and see the same beautiful women that I saw. -A