#I KNOW THE ROSES IN THE STORY ARE RED

[roitaminnah]

okay i'll bite,,,, but just so you know I am doing these sketches day of with zero preperation..... n e ways... stargazing....

also I re-read maybe I'm not all you thought yesterday (one of my faves) so a little of that too... for sleepover....

#butterfly soup #butterfly soup 2 #ppkm #ppkmweek2023 #is that the tag? idk idk #the first 'week' i participated in i genuinely thought everyone was making the drawings day of . like fully rendered drawings #so I did that. alas now I am no wiser. #I like how so many people chose stargazing because sleepover is hard to be honest. but I love maybe I'm not all you thought that's my. #favorite ppkm sleepover but I've already drawn it so alas! a different section of the story then #tried to draw them kissing in an industrial dryer yesterday it didn't go over well. #in general none of my drawings have gone over well as of recent. alas I fear I am experiencing extreme art block and burnout #u know I really need to finish roses are red. I re read that one to and it was good! and I just left that poor baby unfinished. #alas #roi draws #roi writes a short novel in the tags

[thychesters]

Luffy is like staring into the sun.

At least, that is what Zoro thinks the first time he sees him. But then, his first coherent thought had been it’s too bright upon their initial meeting, looking up from glowering down at the ground to raising his head and squinting at a too big, self-congratulatory smile and do you want to join my crew?

Then it had been simple enough to blame the harsh sunlight blinding him, framing Luffy’s profile and that bright grin, and he’d bitten back the hell I will one minute and had a sword and an oath clenched between his teeth in the next.

And so Zoro follows the sun.

He follows and his skin reddens and blisters and peels; it splits at the seams and bleeds as he burns, and still he follows. It aches and cracks, and still he reaches out, twining his fingers through promises and a loyalty that will not bend.

Luffy curls a hand around his jaw and it’s a different sort of burning, flaring up into his eyes and down to his very marrow. And Luffy asks, where will you go? Nowhere, Zoro says as the words gather in his throat, raw and parched, and he chokes on them, anywhere.

His touch is a balm as fingertips skitter across his skin, soothing and pressing and digging and prying, and Zoro thinks he would burn again and again, blinded by the sheer brilliance of it all.

And then it’s dark out on the open sea, some nights, and then others too many stars dot the horizon, gathering up above them like they’re spilling out of the slit open belly of a giant, and Luffy tilts his head, blistering heat where he rests against his shoulder and looks at Zoro and says, I think I know where, and would you come with me?

And Zoro is a drowning man with a lungful of sea water, salt gathering with blood at the corners of his mouth and asks, of course, and where?

Luffy smiles and it’s a gathering of starlight and the sun, and it makes Zoro want to shove his fist into his mouth and shatter every one of his teeth, and Luffy would just laugh and bite down on his wrist and lay claim to his pulse point, like he doesn’t already live inside its every thrum.

No telling, he says. Will you still come with me?

And Zoro burns and it rages in the pit of his belly right into the raw skin of each scar, into his fingertips as they dig into Luffy’s scalp. How dare he have to ask, grin with the knowledge that he already knows the answer, and Zoro turns to follow the sun and says, yes, says I wouldn’t be anywhere else.

#zolu #or however you want to interpret it i suppose! #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #one piece #roses are red / violets are blue / i want to set myself on fire when i look at you -- zoro probably #(sanji: ok do NOT say that usopp: stop chopper's turning the infirmary into a burn ward. you're giving him more anxiety than usual.) #the first few lines were originally written for another wip i have but i'm bullying myself into getting further into the story first #since i'm only on episode 135 now but i'm!! impatient!! #so maybe that'll come along eventually! who knows! not me! #i wanted to try something different and write something a little more poetic with them but at the same time #neither of them are poetic at all #like why use 20 words when 5 gets the point across #sometimes love is stored in a burn. or a stab wound. #(well i already used that for that last fic with nami but that was more. her and zoro being bros. it's different here ashfjksdalgs) #pardon the typos rip #and if anyone would like this tagged for anything please let me know #kate writes #**

[the-kestrels-feather]

Donna Noble is out here threatening homicidal maniac aliens because they were disrespectful to her daughter, meanwhile my mom won't even change my contact in her phone to my proper name.

#personal #i know there are trans people with far worse home and family situations and im not trying to negate that but like. #its the little things like that that i see and its just kind of a punch in the face reminder that the only support i get from her in regards #to me being nonbinary is apathetic.like if she's telling a story about me before i came out she wont use the right pronoun/name in the story #or when shes talking about how she was talking about me at work and uses my birthname/pronouns (i okayed this we live in a red county) she #wont change the name/pronouns. or how she gets weird any time i mention top surgery or how instead of calling someone out for deadnaming #or misgendering me she just also starts doing it or how she still introduces herself to people as “[deadname]'s mom or #its just annoying #anyways im ranting in the tags now. sorry. #donna noble #rose noble #unsupportive mother #casual transphobia #doctor who

[feralchaton]

The promise of a clean regime are promises we keep. Do you like it rough, I ask and are you up to task?

#monarchy of roses #red hot chili peppers #rhcp #the story knows that I will always haunt you #currently #whole lotta red hot #Spotify

[thedreadvampy]

so me and Sam FINALLY watched the last season of Capaldi's Who

and tell me how, after literally over a decade and for perhaps the first time in his fucking career, Steven Moffat wrote a not just tolerable but really actually good two-parter and fully stuck the landing. like the editing and pacing were still a bit off but the storyline was original, fun, interesting and emotionally invested, and most importantly, rather than ending on a damp fart or the most furious autofellatio in history, the final part didn't fumble it and ended in a way that felt emotionally satisfying and like it made sense for the characters. like the last time he successfully wrapped up a multiparter in a way that didn't feel cheap and hollowly disappointing to me was literally The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances, and a) that was in 2005 and b) tbh The Doctor Dances is about a tenth as compelling and memorable as The Empty Child.

so after 12 years of either hackery or great ideas that fall apart in the second act, Steven Moffat writes what I would genuinely consider to be a memorable Good Doctor Who serial. it ends with bittersweet pathos, a solid closer for all the main characters, and sends Moffat's showrunning career out on a genuine high despite failing ratings and budget cuts (and the fact Doctor Who hasn't been consistently good since about 2009). good job Steve. with grudging respect I admit you pulled it out of the bag on this one.

wait what's this there's one more episode left? and it stars Mark Gatiss? and you literally spend the whole episode inexplicably just shitting all over the legacy of Doctor Who by inventing a version of the First Doctor that bears literally no resemblance to the character that William Hartnell actually played, just so you can spend the whole episode saying misogynistic things to run yourself off to how much more Totally Feminist your version was than the version you made up in your head of what Doctor Who was like in the 60s? and it added literally nothing to the season except to take all the wind out of the sails of the actually good finale you already wrote?

even when he writes a good episode this fucker still finds ways to disappoint me.

#red said #as I remembered it is by a LONG shot the best that Doctor Who has been under Moffat and I do think giving Capaldi more creative control #helped a lot. cause he's a massive nerd and also he approximately knows how to construct a story. #bill is the first female companion Moffat has ever written with an actual fucking personality #(even if being mean that personality is maybe kind of just what you'd get if you put rose Martha and Donna in a blender) #(at least she's not a blank slate with the words SASSY. SEXY. written on it) #matt Lucas is genuinely surprising bc despite hating the man it's kind of impossible to not like Nardole by the end?? #michelle gomez finally gets some room to get her Anthony Ainley on and be the Master PROPERLY #i was hooting and clapping my hands at the John Sim Master's dumb disguise #like the cast is GREAT #(and while he still can't shut the fuck up about her at least Moffat isn't shoving River fucking Song down my throat 24/7) #buuuuuuuut uhhhh the politics are. incoherent and the vibes are rancid in a lot of the episode plots. #they clearly WANT to do Social Commentary but weirdly keep bringing up colonialism and capitalism and then taking the side of the baddies? #how are you doing to do a piece about the British Empire colonising Mars with a posh villain and a whole comparison to the British Raj #then come down on the side of the British state? same with the ninth legion piece? and the zombie spacesuit one is fun #but it wraps up with 'and then they complained to upper management and capitalism ended forever the end' #uhhhhh in the one with the microbot colony again we conclude the Morally Correct Answer is colonialism #don't get me started on the monks plot which is a) literally just ripping off the Year That Never Was but without the emotional impact #but also b) has some really weird and genuinely fucked up ideas about both geopolitics and uhhhh consent???? #so yeah the philosophical core is either incoherent or Fucking Horrendous in almost every episode #it's frequently derivative but tbh that's often to its benefit bc it vibes like trying to figure out what actually makes episodes memorable #and the budget is clearly cut to the bone bc the visual effects look worse than 2005 and the post edits are really weird and janky #like the pacing and ordering is weirdly off and a lot of the shot to shot transitions are awkward or confusing. #plus the sound design in the first few eps is. unhinged. it sounds like offbrand versions of standard stings it's all just Slightly Wrong #but for real i liked it more than I've liked any other season of Moffat Who. it's messy incoherent and often politically INFURIATING #but it has some actual heart and energy. and it feels like doctor who. and i would say moffat is spending like 10% as much time #wanking over his own past triumphs (and Alex Kingston) #and a lot more time like. trying to write something which works. he's not like successful 100% of the time. or even 50%. #but there's a lot more warmth and creativity. mackie capaldi and lucas have actual chemistry as a core cast #and i think it helps that everyone in the core cast is SO PSYCHED TO BE THERE. like it just wasn't a slog like all Moffat's other seasons.

[miralines]

What if instead of finishing the next mini-chapter of the Briar fic I fucked around and edited some of the frankly obscene amount of Rose Red oc stuff I’ve written in the last year… jkjk… unless?

#I have so much stuff about Red particularly #but also a short story about June who no one but Travis even knows EXISTS #also an unfinished thing about her I’d like to finish and post eventually #tentatively titled ‘The Attempted Termination of Red-1889370’ #that’s gonna take a bit though #anyway #ouatis #rose red tag #oc: red #one thousand and three

[bongo-smash]

Someone help me I'm thinking about the 'kid in a yellow raincoat' horror trope in relation to Jason

#Like. The kid covered in bright yellow in the midst of the “dark and stormy night” #You see that in a movie and you know immediately that something bad is going to happen to that kid #And Jason's Robin cape practically swallowed him whole #The yellow as a symbol of both an innocence and a warning!!! #But also!!!! Yellow as the warning for what that child will become too!!! #Like. The trope subversion in Little Nightmares where (spoilers) #The yellow raincoat kid (Six) Turns Out to be the bad thing that happens- or at least a part of the horror in the story #Which in my head kind of fits Jason?? #Like he's the kid in the yellow raincoat that stuck out in the night and bled for it in the end #But he's also the man who comes Out of the raincoat- scarier than the thing that took him #Obsessed with whatever symbolism there is in him dying in the yellow cape and then being revived into a man he never thought he'd be #The cape was torn away covered in blood and he rose from those stains y'know??? #Does this make sense??? Whatever it is I want to put it into a fic somewhere somehow #jason todd #red hood #robin #dc #Bongo's Writing!!! #(??? Probably counts)

[capricorndevil15]

My actual favorite fairytales are ones having to do with curses, getting turned into a beast, or accidentally/willingly/any-reason-ly marrying a beast or demon or monster. Prince Lindworm is one of my most favorite-est favorites. I had a pet corn snake at one point who I called Prince Lindworm (his real name was Slinky though). Other faves off the top of my head are East of The Sun, West of The Moon, The Demon in The Tree, and Featherflight.

#I also like deal with the devil/the devil and X stories a lot! #and any tale involving any type of curse or hex or geass #and I know it's silly but I do sort-of covet lesser-known fairytales and details from specific tellings. #also jsyk I don't care What the tale actually says in my mindpalace Featherflight is a giant just like her dad. #this same interest causes me to like Urusei Yatsura btw. it's so the same. #OH the tags are all a mess now but I ALSO WANTED TO SAY I recently found out that in different tellings of The Demon in The Tree people wil #change the type of food/offering given to the demon! which is obvious in retrospect but I didn't realize! I had only heard the version wher #you give the demon jam! and so that is my favorite version and the way I tell it too LOL. I love the idea of everyone intrinsically knowing #that demons just love jam #but anyway there are other variants where they give the demon different offerings as well! I can easily imagine asking the kids in the room #what it is that demon's love the most. and then whatever the kids pick is what the couple will offer the demon in that particular telling. #also yes duh yeah I like beauty and the beast! it's not really my favoritest. I like Prince Lindworm or Snow White Rose Red way more. #but there r some variants of beauty and the best that I like more than others. I am picky about it. which ultimately means I like it.

[starsandthorn]

feeling normal about the roses = secrets connection in mondstadt when i go to look at all the white roses in watatsumi and the ONLY yellow roses in sumeru that are placed behind where kaeya sat in caribert. btw

#personal stuff #delete later #was unsure if it was All roses so i went back and checked. #in noelle's story it seems more like it means only red roses. but in her hangout event she says roses are her favorites because etc etc #i love being right. #anyway. he's framed by roses in quite a few shots in the beginning + when he goes to leave at the end. #but they don't come into frame ONCE during his story about stowing away to sumeru until the end. #and then when he's talking about khaenri'ah itself they don't come into frame until he says it's all speculation and he doesn't know much #but then once dainsleif shows up they are in almost every shot. god #i'm sure it doesn't mean anything. explodes

[britishchick09]

if rewrite christine had a locket, it would be a book locket! :D

#she would definitely choose this since she has so many special people in her life that have helped create her story! :) #and she loves books! ;) #there are 6 photo spots which would be for daddy daae erik raoul meg madame valerius and her mom! :D #she only knows what her mom looks like thanks to her dad but erik could draw a cameo portrait of her :) #then she'd have everyone close to her heart! :') #if erik had a locket he'd have 4 spots for his parents nadir/ayesha and of course christine :) #raoul's locket would be of christine and... well... probably just christine since he's not as fond of his family! #erik's would be a silver heart with a little red gem in the middle (maybe a teeny tiny rose?) and raoul would be a gold oval #i could definitely see christine getting a locket in canon for her birthday! :D #now there's an idea for a short story! ;) #poto rewritten

[a-consuming-passion]

What, that's the end? But nothing actually happened? 😅

#dress up time princess #time princess #dutp #dutp romy and julius #dutp the red rose #Like I know it's a side story but I feel they used to be much better than this?

[musiquesduciel]

Officially part of the pink iPhone gang 🩷

#I've only ever chosen silver/white apple devices from iPods to Macbooks to iPhones (except that one time I was gifted a black iPhone X) #(which I also surprisingly used for the longest time in my life - 4 years) #but my last Apple purchases have me leaning towards Champagne (for my Macbook) and Pink for my phone. #My preference for silver/white devices started based on a misunderstanding too.I was choosing which colour iPod Nano 4th Gen to get in 2009 #& decided on silver because I was sold Selena Gomez's character Mary in Another Cinderella Story (2008) had a silver zune lmao #turns out hers was red but by the time I realized it I had already fallen deep into the silver hole & there was no going back. I also took #great pride in knowing that silver is the least chosen colour for apple products. Like dw I'll always be a customer unless they have #baby pink/purple or rose gold/champagne :) #iphone upgrade #phone upgrade #iPhone 15 #iPhone 15 pink #pink iPhone #electronics #personal

[uncouth-peasant]

I’m rewatching Snow White and the Seven Dwarves and I love the intro where the mirror is listing off qualities that the prettiest girl in town has and the queen is like “‘skin as white as snow’— SNOW WHITE >:C”

Girl you’re in Europe that’s not a clue

#like maybe it was Susan down the road #this also implies the existence of a Rose Red #and an Ebony Black #mirror: can I finish who tf— #really jumping the gun aren’t we #luckily you only know one fucking person like this huh #maybe it wasn’t snow maybe you just need to change your fucking blush #he’s a mirror he’d know #snow white #“And she HATES CLEANING” #“WITH A VOICE LOW AS AN OWLS” #There’s some poor beautiful alto that this story completely missed

[murmeloni]

I need more fanboy Clark Kent in my life.

Like, he's seen Bruce Wayne interact with a child once and immediately fell in love with the guy. Now his bedroom walls are plastered with posters and he follows several social media accounts focused on capturing pictures of Bruce with kids and/or animals etc. He defends Bruce to anyone, no matter the antics he gets up to and it has become a bit of a running gag around the office.

Then, one day, Cat is out sick and someone jokingly suggests Clark should cover the gala in her stead, seeing as Bruce Wayne will be there and maybe this'll be Clark's shot to finally get his man? To everyone's surprise, Perry really does assign the gala coverage to Clark, who spends the days leading up to the event in a state somewhere between absolute panic and ultimate bliss.

But when the day finally arrives, Bruce doesn't show.

Of course Clark does his job and interviews everyone there (yes, even Lex Luthor) but a part of him spends all night waiting for Bruce to crash the party late, like he so often does.

Eventually, Clark gives up hope and it's shortly after that, that he stumbles upon one of the children dragged along to the event by their parents. Because apparently someone thought a charity gala was a good environment for an eight year old. The parents are nowhere in sight and the child is close to tears, so Clark makes it his mission to cheer the little girl up, regaling her with stories from his upbringing on a Kansas farm while he searches the crowd for her family.

With Clark thus occupied, he doesn't notice Bruce Wayne finally making his appearance for the night. But Bruce definitely notices him. The gentle giant who's all kind smiles and corny jokes... Until he finds the girl's parents. Uncaring of the fact that he's here on a job and that these people are richer than any one person should be and could easily sue him into oblivion, he takes them aside, fire in his eyes, and tears them a new one for losing track of their kid like this. Anything could have happened to her and maybe the readers of the Daily Planet would like to know about that? After all, how reliable and trustworthy could a company whose CEOs won't even look after their own daughter really be?

Bruce is immediately smitten. The passive-aggressive lecture and subtle threats - not to mention the broad shoulders and handsome face - are incredibly attractive to him and he wastes no time cornering the man afterwards.

Clark, who is so starstruck by the mere sight of Bruce coming towards him that he loses the ability to speak, nearly faints when Bruce just straight up shoves his tongue into his mouth. They end up in one of the coat rooms and Clark thinks that's it, just a one night stand. It sucks that he won't see Bruce again, but the night was amazing and at least he has the memory to treasure, right?

He thinks that right up until he gets to work the next day and two dozen red roses are waiting for him on his desk. There's a handwritten card nestled inbetween the petals and on it is the name of a restaurant along with a date and time. It's signed by Bruce.

And that is how Clark gets together with his celebrity crush.

#bruce wayne #superbat #clark kent #headcanon #superman #dc #batman #writing promt #fanboy Clark Kent

[empresskylo]

You hadn’t expected Simon to get you anything for Valentine’s Day. It just didn’t really seem like his kind of holiday.

So you were rather surprised when he showed up with a bouquet of roses, a little handwritten note tied to them. Cliche, roses, but he knew you liked flowers. And he wasn’t above buying you cliche things. Simon knew he could show his love for you year round, and he always did in his own ways, but he had no problem treating you on February 14th either.

He didn’t just run out to the story and buy whatever random shit they had on the shelves, or snag a insincere hallmark card. He had gone to three different florists before he found the right mix of roses. He handpicked red, pink, and white roses, all arranged with baby’s breath decorating the sides. He thought they were rather pretty and wanted to make sure he got you a set you would actually like. Then he took a piece of paper and wrote you a little note. He drew a little heart at the top where he wrote your name, as wonky as it was. And he found a piece of ribbon, tying the card to the stem of one of the roses. He walked all the way to your apartment, smiling at himself imagining your surprise when he presented the flowers.

When you opened the door to a wide-grinned Simon, you thanked him for the gift, and he said, “Hope you’re hungry.”

“Oh. Simon, that’s okay. We don’t have to do that. I know the restaurants are all going to be packed and I don’t want you to have to—”

“Wasn’t really askin’, love.”

You quirked a brow, your face heating. “I don’t have anything nice to wear,” you said gesturing to your PJs. “I can’t go to some fancy—”

“Who said anythin’ bout fancy?” He winked at you before interlacing your fingers. Simon knew you didn’t do crowds and didn’t like to be fussed over, so of course he wasn’t about to take you out to eat on the busiest night of the year. He raised his other hand and showed you the bag of takeout, ready to curl up on the couch and watch whatever cheesy movie you wanted. And he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

He kissed your forehead before guiding you both inside your apartment, placing the takeout on the coffee table and pulling you into his lap.

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley headcanons #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #simon riley headcanons #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #valentines day

[thebibliosphere]

There are a lot of things I'm sad about in my life. You don't get to go through the kind of medical trauma I've been through and come out unscathed on the other side.

But one thing I'm really bitter about is that I can't remember my wedding anymore. The pernicious anemia took it from me and wiped my brain clean. Except it's not clean, not really. I remember it in patches. Like red wine stains on a white rug that have never quite lifted out no matter how hard you try.

I look at the pictures on my bookcase, and they feel like remembering a story someone else has told me. There's a young woman in a white dress wearing my face, and she looks happy. I'm happy for her. But you can see the strain around her eyes, too. The pain she's hiding because no one with authority believes her when she says her body doesn't feel right. That something is Wrong.

They won't believe her for another decade. They won't believe her until it's almost too late, and it's that lateness that will rob her of her memories and turn them into a wavering rainbow suspended in the fine haze of watery sunlight that occasionally surfaces through the blanks.

There's one memory that's real, though. Solid. It's not my vows. It's not my father walking me down the aisle. (Though those are there, just hazy and dream-like). It's our first dance.

It's the lights dimming around the room as the staff cleared the floor, causing the fishbowls full of white roses and LED lights on the tables to wobble like pools of moonlight against dark paneled walls.

It's the band inviting us out onto the floor and us giggling because we know what's coming next, and no one else does. It's the twang of a banjo reverberating around the room through the speakers, followed by the dulcet tones of Kermit the Frog wondering why there are so many songs about rainbows.

It's us waltzing around the enclosed circle of light, singing to each other out of tune and grinning like idiots as everyone around us starts to laugh.

It's everyone joining in on the song because it's the Muppets, and everyone knows the words. It's 100+ people singing the Rainbow Connection, some laughing, some a bit tearful, because it's bringing back memories. Because it's making a new one.

It's looking up at my new husband through the brain fog and all the pain in my body and thinking, "I want to remember this moment forever."

I don't know what entity was out there listening to me at that moment and chose to grant that wish. I don't know why this is the one memory that stuck while everything else in my brain got decimated into scattered, fragmented snapshots. But I'm so, so thankful it is.

#chronic health tag #trauma and recovery #memory loss #happy memories #note to self: do not forget