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SAID THE CUNNING SPIDER TO THE FLY, ‘DEAR FRIEND WHAT SHALL I DO,
To prove the warm affection I’ve always felt for you? I have within my pantry, good store of all that’s nice; I’m sure you’re very welcome–will you please to take a slice?’ ’Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, ‘kind sir, that cannot be, I’VE HEARD WHAT’S IN YOUR PANTRY, AND I DO NOT WISH TO SEE!’
this too is yellowjackets
@arachnofille | Wanted to Meet Lyssa!
There’s a sinking feeling in her gut as she looks upon the trophy— now, stuffed animals she could handle. The beasts were caught and disemboweled and stuffed with cotton and hay until they resembled their former selves. It’s an eerie art, but she has nothing against it.
The moth stuck on the pin, however—
“D—Do you do it ethically?” She questions with suddenly glassy eyes; she just couldn’t bear to see the fledglings of her Maker in such a manner. “Oh, I’m sorry, I—” Lyssa didn’t enjoy coming undone, but it felt almost sacrilegious to look upon it. “They weren’t hurt were they? Y—You didn’t kill them, did you?“
"i just collect'em, MOSTLY , " she turns , skirt spinning, with a bittersweet smile. somehow, she grasps lyssa's discomfort, sympathizes with it. FOND as virginia is of collecting live specimens, she feels BETTER feeding them to her tarantulas.
" THIS ONE , I did," she presents the frame with pride, rather than adding it to the lepidoptera tetris building on her bed, "back home, we call'em HONEYMOONERS 'cause their wings go all gold in the moonshine . . . " light glimmers & catches on the display as she twists & turns it for the other girl's benefit.
"he was OLD when i caught'im, and he didn't hurt none in the jar," thumb caressing the glass, voice going dreamy soft, "just fell asleep there. SAD how short they live, ain't it ? "
He has heard it all before. Except golly, mister - that might be a new come-on. It makes him grin widely all the same.
His hand fucking devours hers, makes her look like a little fairy. Some people are small, but she is particularly so. He realizes he's been flexing - and stops. He wants to be a gentler version of himself until he has a better idea of what she really wants.
He admires her pretty nails, her soft hands, her big, big eyes. He feels dopey and lovesick already. It really doesn't take much.
"You could do more than try them on, if you wanted."
" REALLY ? "
like no one's ever offered her something so WONDERFUL . it's not an act and it's not JUST because beck towers over her so fetchingly... he's HANDSOME , and he seems SWEET , and he's LOOKING at her with a puppyish adoration that makes virginia's mouth water.
AWARE as she is of her own foibles, of the regret lurking in the wake such impulsive forwardness, virginia can only handle SO MUCH temptation.
" C'MON , i wanna show ya somethin'," she squeezes his hand tighter & strikes off for the park's wooded border, moving fast & never doubting beck can keep up. as the trees get denser, virginia tosses a glittering look over her shoulder, "it's a REAL NICE spot. PRIVATE , too ! "
when ralph sees beck, he rolls his weight from his haunches to his feet & begins to stand. in fact, he begins to stand STRAIGHT -- a protracted, vertebrae - popping process with a stiff, distinctly - unnatural looking result -- & POINTS .
beck is BIG ! even bigger than ralph ! & nobody is ever bigger than ralph !
just as slow & twice as shy, ralph slides his mask ( he is wearing a papier - mâché clown mask because it is almost halloween, and virginia made it for him ) down so beck can see that he is SMILING .
♡ another one for beck boy ;; @vitalphenomena
♡ when virginia merrye said ‘ whattya mean what’re WE gonna do with her – don’t you KNOW ? you made this plan ’
& ginger fitzgerald said ‘ this is YOUR idea. you don’t like your ideas ? STOP having them ’
" GOLLY , MISTER , "
virginia giggles like beck being a whole foot 'n some taller than her is the funniest thing in the whole wide world, "you get nice weather up there ? & your HANDS ! "
as if she's just noticed he has them. she grabs his wrist, taking the time to fan out his fingers before pressing her other palm to his. only turns her beaming face back up once she's done admiring the effect.
"They swallow mine right up," remarked with satisfaction as her fingers curl into the space between beck's, pink manicure nestling up against his knuckles. "Thanks for lettin' me TRY'EM ON. "
♡ for beck boy ;; @vitalphenomena
“ CAREFUL there, with that WOLF - WHISTLE ! ” a warm - honey giggle, a dark shimmer of tossed curls. “ya never know what you’ll ATTRACT . ”
♡ THERE ! they see him ! Ralph peeks around the corner again before ducking back to his cover. He shouldn’t be here. He should leave. He should leave. heshouldleave. Excruciatingly, a quarter moon of the eldest Merrye’s face slides back into view, ropes of dark hair half - obscuring a large, peering eye. Filthy fingers the color of cave fish unfurl over the wall’s edge in an ALMOST - WAVE .
some more of my favorite things lol
Jane B. by Agnès V. (Agnès Varda, 1988)
—Mama, is my grief your secret pleasure? HÖSTSONATEN (1976) dir. Ingmar Bergman
Daisy Lowe
