beatrice 6 + 10 thx!
When Violet is born, she’s so perfect and fragile that Beatrice is petrified of her. How can she have been responsible for this soft, unblemished little creature? This creature that needs her - really needs her. And grows up to be so sweet and solemn and clever. Violet doesn’t care what her classmates think of her. This trait amazes Beatrice, she’s enthralled with it. Violet is happy to sit with her mother in the library and look at blueprints quietly for hours, grinning at her when Beatrice brings her green tea. Violet makes her bold enough to start a family.
Klaus is more emotional and excitable, and a grizzlier baby, too. He won’t feed as easily as Violet did, but Beatrice relishes the banality of the challenge. The mundanity of these sleepless nights, the safety of a grumpy baby, it comforts her. Bertrand is better at settling Klaus than she is, and for once, that doesn’t feel like inadequacy. He needs glasses by the time he’s four and he’s got so much to say. Her little conversationalist.
Sunny is still so new, happy and gummy and teething. Surprisingly cheerful, for a teething baby. She doesn’t whine, just chomps on Beatrice’s finger. Rejects the baby food Beatrice lovingly made for her elder two but adores the wooden teething peg that Bertrand whittles her. She crawls so fast that her mother has to skitter across the carpet to keep up with her before the crazy little perfect angel tumbles down the staircase. She’s still so afraid for her children. She never stopped being afraid for them.
The day Beatrice dies, she sent the three of them to the beach. They’ve always been good at entertaining themselves. She needed them out of the house because she’s so scared for them, and old associates visited, didn’t stay long. She’s waiting for them to return, swaning around upstairs, when Olaf slips in through the unlocked front door. He doesn’t make a sound as he pours out lighter fluid, fumbles with his box of matches. If Beatrice had seen it, she would have been impressed at how quiet this loud, brash man, this boy of hers, could manage to be. Given the right motivation.
She only sees him later, the figure of him, while she’s struggling in the drapery. The smoke is thick, but his tall silhouette is unmistakable. How rude of him, not to even come to say hello, before he did this, finally. It outrages her, the indecency of it. Does the past mean nothing to him? Could he not have throttled her to death, to make it personal? Right for them, befitting of their history. Olaf sets fires when he’s angry with people who have hurt him. Beatrice isn’t just people, is she?
Then everything is dimmer and easier, and breathing seems to matter less.
Shoutout to my Monkees mutuals for reminding me about the Monkees and their music; now I'm thinking about how She is such a season 2 Damon talking about Katherine song.
Meanwhile, 1864 Damon is of course firmly Vampire Girl by the Misfits (he would die for her, and he did).
I found it here for non-spotify folks, too :) The whole thing is really a pretty fascinating listen, but they start talking about the catering and its massive barbecue around 16:25 and then about barbecue bands, including MCR, at 18:35.
Anyways I am now sad for a music festival that ended 2 years ago without me knowing about it, but oh well. At least MCR is back :)
Screenshot IDs: “serendysm: Early on it was more for baby bands to do it, it wasn't meant to be mean and BBQ bands were mostly happy to cook for fellow band mates. It might have changed later to more of a rotation thing. At least for MCR it was right as Three Cheers was released and they were not popular quite yet as they were also the breakout band that year.
serendysm: But yeah for sources on specifically MCR the radio episode can be found on Spotify under "The Ongoing History of New Music" episode name is 24 Years of Warped TourActions”
I love the fact that MCR was such a small baby band that they were the 2004 Warped Tour official BBQ Band™ whose job was to cook barbecue for all the other bands in order to be allowed to play, like imagine these punks making you a hot dog before going on stage to play I’m Not OK, 2004 was a wild time y’all
Ooo I love this idea!
Although I could also see Ghoul really enjoying a kick wheel too, because there's just something so delightfully tactile about giving big leg-flopping kicks against a large metal disk to make your pottery spin... I always found it more satisfying than the electric wheels so maybe I'm just projecting, but I feel like Ghoul would also vibe with the sensation of using kick wheels.
Ooh, and also, if they couldn't make it out to the kiln sometimes, they could always try a pit firing! It would be a good excuse for a nice big bonfire with the crew, and then the pottery would have a cool, smokey look to it, even unglazed (I think?)--like this:
(Image source) [Image ID: a short stout clay pot with an almost watercolor-esque swirling and speckled pattern of rust, dark silver, smokey grey, and maroon splotches on its surface resulting from a pit firing. End ID]
Of course, the bonfire might risk drawing the attention of Dracs, but then again we know they do canonically have fires at night sometimes... Ooh I just decided my new headcanon for the campfire scene in Na Na Na is now that they were doing a pit firing! (Or you could always just pit fire during the day when it would be less obvious, but I’m just enjoying the thought of this.)
Anyways. Fun Ghoul does pottery. There’s a wheel in the diner, and they got it to operate off battery power, and they drag Kobra out on clay-finding missions, since he’s got such a skill for finding water. They make all their own tools for it, and stuff is mostly unglazed. There’s a working kiln at a studio in Zone Two, and every other month they load up the Am with one of the others and drive out to it.
They’ll make functional pieces whenever someone breaks a few too many plates by mistake, or clay shells for certain kinds of bombs, but mostly they make abstract, rarely-useful pieces, all warped and twisting, halfway between sculpture and dream. Sometimes they handbuild pieces on after throwing it on the wheel.
Happy belated black hole day because I have a bad habit of forgetting things in my drafts!
Also both the black hole picture and Treasure Planet are still awesome.
Happy black hole day!!
They are truly fascinating
Our production of Matilda opens tomorrow!! It’s been a while since I made a proper Opening Night Eve tumblr reblog, but then again, it’s been a while (like... 2 years) since I had an opening night! Actually, I realized the other day, it’s the longest I’ve gone not being involved in a play since I first got into a play in college, which sort of makes sense (given, you know, the whole pandemic) but also doesn’t make sense (because I still cannot begin to grasp the ceaseless flow of time).
I loved this movie so much as a kid so it’s exciting to be a part of it in musical form :) It really is pretty touching with some lovely songs. It’s been quite a while since I saw the movie, so I’m having trouble remembering whether some things are different or whether I’m just forgetting them--for example, was the Russian mafia involved in the movie at all? I don’t recall them being there, but I’m playing Russian Henchman 2 in the musical! I also don’t recall the acrobat/escapologist story but those are some of the prettiest scenes in the play I think. Anyways, it’s a fun show to be in; here’s hoping we break lots of limbs tomorrow! (Which I suppose is all in a day’s work as a mafia henchman, haha ;) )
Sometimes Matilda longed for a friend, like the kind, courageous people in her books. It occurred to her that such talking dragons and princesses with hair long enough to climb… such people might only exist in story books. But she was about to discover she had a strength… a strength she wasn’t even aware of.
MATILDA (1996) dir. Danny DeVito
I love how soft and whimsical this art is; it feels subtle and minimalistic and yet still very pretty. It’s like something out of a story book, and it captures the aesthetic mood of daydreaming. Lovely :)
Also I still haven’t seen 13 yet but now I own her coat since I dressed as her for Halloween and it’s very fun to swish around in her long flowy coat :) Definitely putting her season on my Christmas list.
Yellow
(with @turtleneckandtee‘s handwriting)
It’s a weird time for me fandom-wise. Normally, the way I cycle through obsessions, I’d be fading out on Gotham in favor of A Series of Unfortunate Events, because that’s kind of just how I process things, cycling from one fandom into another, and then back around again after taking a break for a while. But now Gotham is coming back, and both because I’m on tumblr now and because it’s exciting and rare for me to be current on a show I’ll want to keep up with it, especially since this is the final season, even though I was getting a little burned out on my obsession with it. But also, I’m in rehearsals for a play right now (which I need to leave for soon) and so I’ll be missing it live tonight (and for all of January) and I’ll have to stay off tumblr tonight until I can see it on hulu tomorrow--probably not until after rehearsal again, actually. Also I was going to try to put out a season 3 inspired Nygmobblepot fanmix before Gotham came back but that’s not getting done in the next 5 minutes so I suppose it’ll just have to come out this weekend amidst the rush on season 5 premiere stuff. Also I got a Doctor Who audio drama for Christmas and I’ve been listening to that in the car on the way to and from work, so it’s like I’m actively consuming things from 3 of my fandoms all at once, which is probably not that strange for most people, but which is rather strange for me given the way in which I obsess over things.
tl;dr--I’m going to try and put up a Nygmobblepot fanmix I’ve been working on this weekend, but because of play rehearsal I won’t be able to watch Gotham live on TV this month so I’ll be watching a day behind on hulu and avoiding tumblr in the space inbetween.
Spring is here again and I gave myself another sharpie leg tattoo :)
Welcome, dear traveller, to our fantastical lande shrouded in swirling violet mists. Here we study how stories shape our lives, how words weave wonders before our eyes. Here we are enamoured of love and the connections betwixt people. Here we seek daring adventures in our wild lande, delving into the unknown at every turn. But mostly, here you'll find my obsession with any number of things, like Doctor Who, the Vampire Diaries, or any number of others from the ever-shifting tide of obsessions through which I cycle. My more-used sideblog is blagueofchaos if you ever wish I posted more :) She/her, 28
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