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this blog is on semi-hiatus but that being said catch me over on my multi @takivvatanga (side blog so i can’t follow back from there but yeh that’s where i am these days - I’ll come back here eventually i always do but at this point in time i’m over there pretty much exclusively)
Lisa Lach-Nielsen (Danish, b. 1974, Copenhagen, Denmark) - Made Myself Some Wings, 2019, Paintings: Oil on Canvas
❝ Forgive me, Philipa if I seem to lack interest in the subject matter. You know better than most that it is exactly as it seems. ❞ ~ i just wanted some snark uwu
Philippa smiles her red smile, her teeth, perfectly, unsettlingly white glinting briefly in light of the magical lanterns that illuminate the room. Yennefer doesn’t learn, does she? Always toeing the line, always poking the bear, always trying to unsettle, to challenge, to initiate conflict. Not a bad way to be, exactly – Philippa has to admit that this is something they share, this love of challenge, of rattling their chains, of questioning the status quo. Nothing like a good argument to alleviate the sense of stagnation that is an unfortunate side effect of their extended lifespans.
You want an argument, then? I’ll give you an argument.
“Yenna. Dearest. Are you quite certain that what you refer to as a lack of interest isn’t in fact a lack of understanding? If you require further explanation on the matter, I am more than happy to provide it. You know me, my dear. I take much pride in being approachable, particularly to those amongst my colleagues who struggle with this level of complexity.”
@snarkomancy: ‘ for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress. ’ (Phil for Orion)
There is syrup on her face, this wide-eyed look that often accompanied her when she knows she’s done something quite foolish. Of course, it is this very thing, one reason among many, that Philippa has had an easier time merely existing around her.
“Just live the kind of life I do. Don’t have to impress people if nothing matters.” – Of course it’s not as simple as that. Philippa already knows that Orion needs people to like her so much all the time, but she also knows that it’s hard to not like someone like her. They are two very different people, but all that means to Orion is that Philippa has chosen her friends in ways that didn’t lead to the best life.
There are people who would accept her for who she is without judging. There are more people like Orion out there, and more people like her but not like her. There are more refined in the ways that she thinks would be better suited for someone of Philippa’s status, but if she wanted that she wouldn’t be eating messy syrup soaked pancakes with her at noon.
Orion winced, her fork scraped the plate in just the wrong way, but such displeasure is easily forgotten. She dropped the fork with a noisy clatter and reached across the table, caressing the other’s cheek before her thumb grazed gently over her painted bottom lip.
“You can always stay with me, though. At least you’ll know that you don’t have to impress me. Even if you did my standards are low as hell. I mean– you’ve met my ex.”
Valentino Fall 2016
…yet one had only to behold the perfection of her mouth to understand how wicked she was.
– Amélie Nothomb, Loving Sabotage
(New Directions, 2000)
yo with the new dash where the fk is the option to turn off autoplay for gifs now? because it takes so long to load the dash i am dying
CIRCE: goddess of sorcery (pharmakeia), skilled with magic of transmutation, illusion and necromancy.
christopher citro, “our beautiful life when it’s filled with shrieks” / @inkskinned‘s poem about love between women
ok i can slowly adjust to the new dash maybe but i really really would like mutual checker to work again!!!
Jean Paul Gaultier | Spring/Summer 2007 Couture
Fleabag (2016) dir. Harry Bradbeer
Anne vc: I think I might needd to go to A&E.
Philippa raises an eyebrow, her gaze moving back and forth between Anne's hand, which is dripping copious amounts of blood all over Philippa's pristine kitchen floor, and her face.
Ah, yes. Good old adrenaline. Nothing quite like it. She takes note of Anne's widening pupils, of the subtle change of colour in her face.
Philippa shakes her head slowly, reaching out first for a tea towel, then for Anne's hand.
Pressure and elevation. Pressure and elevation.
"That you do, my dear. Here, hold this on but hold it tight. Tight, I said. And keep your arm up. I'll take you down in my car as long as you don't bleed everywhere, alright?"
Peter Handke - The Left-Handed Woman (1978)
grow weary of the court. the whole lot of them. ever scheming with their false smiles.
it is different when you do it though. for your own part, do continue to scheme.
Dancers of the New York club LQ play chess in between performances. Photo from the magazine LIFE December 22, 1958.
