#marjorie rambles

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

for the record whichever one wins I'm gonna do some ask games for to try and get myself back into creative mode on something.

a brief blurb on each, for context:

crosscountry apocalypse: the world Stops. Dany (not her real name) is trying to get to her family. instead (or maybe as well) she gets a traveling companion named Robin. neither of them knows what they're doing but at least Dany can act like she does. they're both scared. over the course of a year, they grow closer and learn to trust and find purpose in a world that's so much quieter than the one they know and so much more dangerous. all things end or stop. some things have to keep going too.

a tale of two Marjories: two cousins who share the same name meet up annually during family reunions at an ancestral lakehouse for most of their lives. this story covers their final summer together as they learn to grow up and let go and keep their heads above water through change and trials and pain.

untitled wedding story: a multicultural family tries to navigate cultural and interpersonal tensions while preparing for the marriage of one of their daughters. Hailey, the older sister of the bride to be, is trying to figure out the trajectory her life should take as both her siblings seem to already know, so she takes up the role of Wedding Planner(TM). as the two vastly different sides of the family butt heads and tension builds as more guests arrive, the wedding itself may be the most normal part of the situation.

eldritch places: a post-grad enviromental sciences student (is that even a thing?) is tapped by a shadowy government organization to take part in a remote research project inside the enormous sarcophagus hiding a mysterious island from the world. along with her handler/research partner, Tom, Olive will experience things she's never even conceived of being afraid of. the epic highs and lows of noneuclidean research, as it were. at least she's not alone.

#I've had awful writer's block for like... most of this year and I would like to pick a story to focus on for a bit #as always cca is my darling beloved child but. the people may choose a favorite as well #these are all working titles bte obviously akdkfnskgnaogmaokg #Lu rambles #Lu writes #crosscountry apocalypse #a tale of two marjories #untitled wedding story #eldritch places #I wish you could set polls for a time other than just 1 day or 1 week :/

[apricusapollo]

when marjorie by taylor swift comes on and all of the sudden it's April, the living room is filled with the smell of flowers and candles, everything is painfully quiet and yet as I'm getting ready for my grandpa's funeral, I can still hear the sound of my grandma screaming and sobbing after she found out that her son had died a day prior

#damn #trauma dumping ig #i was just listening to marjorie and trying to write legolas mourn boromir #and i somehow ended up being transported back to the most horrible days of my life #silly; isn't it #crys' rambling

[b1mbodoll]

gabi QUICK your fav vaults from 1989 re-record?

i think my fave vault track is “is it over now?” idk there’s something about taylor’s sad lil heartbreak songs that really get to me </3 but my overall fave songs from 1989 are probably “you are in love” and “this love” <333 agh im such a lovergirl n a biiiiiggg sucker for romance :( and the lyrics to those songs are so lovely 🥺🥺

#my fave albums r folklore speak now and lover <33333 #those r Myyyy albums agh idk they have such a special place in my heart #evermore is really good too </3 oversharing a bit but the song marjorie really helped me thru one of the worst times of my life #2021 was rough :( the song makes me think of my own grandmother n really helped me accept that although she’s not physically with me she’s #still around me everyday <3 although we adore the physical forms of our loved ones i think its sweet to think that their love surrounds us #in the simplest ways #ill see a moth or sunflowers or rainbows or itll be a really pretty n sunny day and im like wow thats my abuelita :( #im rambling now sorry T_T im very lovey dovey #♡.signed. sealed. delivered. #beanysofa

[star-kovs]

I got to see Nothing New live the first time it was performed, witness her announce Speak Now TV, and my surprise songs were Sparks Fly and Teardrops on My Guitar (this one is really special because it was my first favorite song of hers, yes I’ve been a fan since debut) 🥹🥹🥹

#I love her sm and I had a blast #I sang and recorded every song #and Marjorie got me and I cried thinking of my own grandma #it was a magical night. I will remember this moment #kat rambles #also she was so adorable getting bashful with all the cheers and applause

[yeehawnatalie]

sometimes I think about how marjorie was written about Taylor’s grandmother, and then I think about my own grandma. she’s the strongest woman I know, and everytime I listen to that damn song I can’t help myself from crying. makes me think about how she raised three kids on her own after her alcoholic husband died in a motorcycle crash while they were in high school, battled low finances while being a librarian, gets me and my cousins an ornament every year…. screw this i’m turning this into a grandma appreciation post. i love this woman.

she’s obsessed with disney, she loves mickey mouse and has an entire christmas tree dedicated to mickey mouse ornaments. she also makes the best cookies. every thanksgiving and christmas she makes the turtle cookies with pecans and they’re so good. she lives in a small, somewhat poor neighborhood, but she always makes the most of it and never fails to help me and my mom with anything we need. she texts me every month and never fails to remember my birthday even when my friends do. she writes cards to my dorm because she thinks the cats on them are funny. she took in my uncles dog when he was battling addiction and took care of the dog until the dog died 10 years later. she loves sewing. one of my earliest memories is when she made me a pink fairy costume when I was a toddler for a mall halloween event. she sewed it by hand and i was so freaking proud to show off that costume. she hemmed my pants for a baking competition in high school and helped me to put together my chef outfit. she later helped me alter my senior prom dress and constantly told me how beautiful i looked in it even though my mom kept making remarks about how i needed to lose weight. she would take me to the zoo when my parents worked during the summer. she never had a lot of money, but she would always make sure i was having fun and was well fed. no matter how i was feeling, she was always there to encourage me and congratulate me on anything. when i was accepted to Baylor on a scholarship, she was the first to know. when I accepted my UT application, she invited me over for dinner at her house. she was there when my cat died suddenly and offered support. she came to every theatre performance and choir concert i had, even if my parents didn’t or couldn’t make it. she always comments on my instagram posts no matter what it is. always a “you look amazing!” or “looks like fun!” or “miss you!”. she never misses the chance to be there for me. she lost her husband many years ago, but never remarried. she does all her housework and constantly reminds me i don’t need anyone else to be amazing. she brought me flowers at graduation and told me how proud she was of me. when i used to play volleyball, she would come to every home game and cheer me on. she got me signed books from my favorite authors and even some books ahead of their formal publication date. she buys me cat stuffed animals when she sees them because she knows i love cats. she got me plant pots for my birthday because I had mentioned once how mine were too small. when i was really little, she would run a bath for me and i would play with this really old ship toy in the bath. she used to let me play pretend cook with her tupperware and i would serve her “gourmet beef.” she has this really old green armchair that was tearing, and cried when my family decided to refurbish it as a birthday present. she gives the best hugs and smells like cinnamon and plastic (oddly enough in a good way). she write in cursive and sometimes it’s so loopy i can’t read it. she used to have this really big tree in the backyard and every year during pecan season we would go scavenge the pecans that fell from the tree to make pie. god omg i’m crying rn as i’m writing this. anyways, idk why i decided to write this - i guess marjorie just had me thinking about it today. my grandmothers name is Margaret, and it’s scarily similar to marjorie so it makes me sob everytime. thanks grandma for being amazing.

#taylor swift #taylor swift eras #swifties #midnights #taylor swift midnights #taylornation #the eras tour #tsmidnights #anti-hero #grandma #grandma appreciation post #rambles #marjorie #memories #sad #kinda? #evermore #grandparents #childhood

[cornerihaunt]

i know better… but you’re still around……..

#marjorie always fucks me up #rambles #taylor swift

[uncelebratedjuvenescence]

Generational trauma is something each of the main characters go through both emotionally and physically

But like being the next runner ups as magical guardians on top of it….

Rynn wants to be someone her mom can be proud of

Celeste’s mom is crazy overprotective

MJ’s mom is extremely negligent a

And Rouge’s aunt is the most well adjusted yet doesn’t talk about Rouge’s parents

#oc lore #Faeryn #my ocs #rynee #Marjorie #MJ #Celeste #Rouge #magical girls #me ramblings

[technicolorxsn]

oh. huh.

#theres something human that the road wants i think #the city makes me think that #how the citizens so desperately want to take the sound for themselves #but i cant quite fit the rest into this #other than the obvious taking of the love between jr and marjory #perhaps apollo and eve (and clyde in the vein of eve) being care and love and sacrifice and inability to go on #i really liked eve #the audio vers im listening to did. a really bad job portraying eve and lilith #but i still really liked them #and. lilith was just so human #and her line about how many people know theyre being told comforting lies on their deathbeds just- #god #idk #rambling here #we'll see if my idea holds any water lol

[insomtiny]

why is this written like this i thought i was having a stroke

#it should be ''are marjorie and steve harvey morgan harvey's biological parents?'' #kyra's ramblings

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

The Book of James, Chapter Four, Verse Fourteen (in the steps of Solomon)

everything is vapor

mist

futile

vanity

or so Solomon's God-granted wisdom said.

life is fleeting

time standing still even less.

to belong anywhere takes too long

sometimes just fitting in works best

until you're on the road again

and no one feels like home

no one would even miss you

if they even know your name.

so you put it down on paper

write it to a new face

hand it off onto a character

so you don't have to hold it anymore.

nothing lasts forever

not much lasts more than a year or two

and home doesn't have a definition.

people write their songs and spin their stories

of a place called a hometown

and you sit and listen and act like you know

any of what they say.

everything is vanity, so Solomon said

mist

vapor

incorporeal

you can't hold onto anything.

so you set it down in stone

in ink and artwork

pass it on to someone else

even if they only exist

as words on a page and a song in a mind

she's you but not really:

she's better. they always are

so you set it down in story

place it on the table

all that loss and fleetingness

finds its final resting there.

everything is mist

vanity

vapor

you can't hold it

and you don't have to hold it anymore

~ L. T.

#maybe this is just about creativity as an outlet to loss #marjories is like cheat therapy bc of the military kidism and loss. #Lu rambles #Lu writes #sometimes i think i could write poetry

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

i have a terrible idea

#this is me rambling #of sitting on my tub listening to marjorie as the water pounds down against my back

[desireesfics]

the girl across the street.

pairing: fem!reader x loser!ellie

summary: you’ve decided to move into a little house on ellie’s street, she sees you and almost dies from your natural beauty. being the big ass nerd she is, she decides to help you but continues to stumble on her words. instead of her helping you guys sit in your backyard for a bit and talk for hours only to find out you’re very similar.

warnings: none just fluff and ellie being a big loser.

a/n: ive been writing part 2 for ‘bad habits’ just wanted to take a break from it and write something i wanted to for awhile :)

it was a beautiful sunny day, perfect for you to move actually. not to hot, not to cold, just right! you called the people and waited for them to come so they could pick up the boxes that were stacked in piles among piles in your parents house.

they came and you helped them with very little strength into the moving truck. (you js picked up the light boxes but the people appreciated it.) they offered a lift there but you politely declined and hopped into your car.

it wasn’t so hot, but you still felt the excessive need to put on the aircon. you turned up the volume as one of your favourite songs had just come on, opening the windows and turning off the aircon (since it would be such a waste).

the whole ride there was a vibe, you felt a little sad when you had to hop out but you were beyond excited to see what your new house awaited for you.

you’ve obviously seen the inside before when you were looking around, but you just adored the street, the house itself — everything about this place was just so welcoming and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your time here.

you looked around as you hopped out, the moving truck had gotten here before you and they were already effortlessly lifting boxes into your house. you admired the little garden that you could build on out the front of your house. there were flowers everywhere, and it just looked beyond beautiful.

you genuinely couldnt believe you scored such a place. i mean apart from the rent being so expensive, you were still super happy.

you were talking to one of the moving people when you saw a glimpse of a very handsome girl staring at you through your window. jesus, you thought. you zoned out, completely out of it like literally not listening to whatever the guy was rambling on about. you were just staring right back at the mysterious, beautiful girl through her window.

she averted her attention from your lower half to your face and got extremely flustered after realising you were staring right back at her.

‘fuck, she totally saw you looking! stop being a fucking idiot ellie.’ she repeated over and over, turning around, crashing her palm into her forehead and falling backwards onto her bed.

you stifled a giggle and the man thought you were laughing at him. he full on side eyed you.

‘s—sorry! what was it you were saying?’ you smiled politely at him. you were an angel in disguise is what ellie thought. pretty face, hair, clothes, body..

you were the definition of perfect. now you probably thought ellie was a big loser.

you didnt, actually the complete opposite of a loser. you thought she was beautiful, charming even. though you two have never actually held a conversation before, you enjoyed the thought of talking to her.

ellie really really really wanted to invite you over, maybe bring something over to welcome you to the neighbourhood. but she had no idea how to cook properly or even bake, ellie doesnt know how she lives on her own. but it already looked like her next door neighbour, marjorie, was already bringing freshly baked cookies over.

fuck marjorie and her old woman cooking skills, there goes ellies chance. she watched you embrace marjorie with a warm hug, your enchanting smile plastered on your face. she swears if she ever catches marjorie bringing over anything else shes going to fully box her.

‘cant wait til’ that old bat goes into a retirement home.’ ellie spat. its not like marjorie is so innocent either, she constantly tells ellie to dress like a proper woman, whispering to all the other old women on the street about her being a so called ‘dyke’. yeah screw marjorie.

ellie rolled her eyes and fell back onto her bed, only to go into a deep, well-needed slumber.

the next morning, ellie had spent all day making a drawing of you, adding in all of your perfections, thinking whether or not to give it to you. she was in a deep ass ponder when she got a knock on the door.

‘marjorie, i dont have any more sugar!’ she yelled. then she heard your faint giggle. oh fuck.

she rushed up from her seat, completely forgetting to cover the very obvious drawing of you. she twisted the doorknob a couple times with her clammy hands.

‘h—hey! sorry..’ she stuttered. you just flashed her one of your smiles and came in. was she dreaming? why are you in her house? what the actual fuck is going on.

‘i uh, i got your text! you said you made something for me?’ you smiled again, this time it reaching your eyes. ellie looked so confused, like a lost dog.

‘i texted you?’ holy shit, holy shit. ellie was so high this morning, she didnt actually mean to send that text to you. (please ignore the fact that reader literally didnt give ellie their number ellies just built different.)

her face dropped, all colour draining from it. ‘im so sorry, ‘i—i didint mean to actually send that text.’ she just babbled on and on and on until you glanced at her table.

‘who’re you drawing?’ you pointed at the table and she shuffled over to it. she shook her head and closed the drawing book. im such a mess, she thought.

‘’s no one.. not important.’ she smiled awkwardly. you just giggled, with your fucking cute mouth, she was internally dying, she felt so hot-headed.

‘oh! ellie, youre burning up! your face— its very red.’ you rushed over, concerned, oblivious to the fact that she was blushing over the thought of you.

ellie shook her head and shooed away your hands. she gave you a polite but very awkward, half-smile. ‘’m fine, its fine! i uh— dont wanna waste your time, you best be going.’

you frowned, was it something you did? why was she excusing you out of her house.

on the other hand ellie was stressing. ‘you best be going.’ who the fuck says something like that. she was staring at her feet, then she glanced up at your face and noticed the slight frown.

‘yeah, sorry. cya els!’ els? holy guacamole. she was even more red faced then before if thats even possible, the tips of her ears were quite literally bright red.

‘no-no wait, can you just maybe come by again tomorrow, i havent actually finished what i was making for yo—‘ shes said to much. you just stood there smirking.

‘so you did make something for me?’ she was completely and utterly dumbfounded. mouth agape and just nodding her pretty little head.

‘ill be here at this time tomorrow, dont fail me ellie.’ you grinned, you enjoyed teasing this “stranger”. not to mention she was completely ogling over you when she opened the door to you.

‘y—yeah!’ she swallowed hard. she waved as you left the house and you flashed her one of your stupid smiles with your pearly teeth that she’ll be thinking about for days.

well, ellie was officially fucked.

#lesbian #ellie williams #ellie x reader #lgbtqia #i need ellie bro #wlw #ellie tlou #ellie williams tlou #sub!ellie #loser!ellie #this is so gay #i love ellie #fem!reader

[lacunafiction]

Progress Update: 31 July 2023

Book One Launch Post (DEMO!) | TFS Patreon (New Benefits!) 🌲

On TFS Patreon, you can use the ‘#public’ tag to explore content that’s open to everyone as a ‘thank you’, including stories, wallpapers, recipes, and a quiz.

Hi Returning Visitors!

I hope you‘re all doing well.

To avoid my usual rambling, I’ve used bullets! 😌 You’ll find some news below, a J snippet that should leave you wanting more, Patreon changes, and more!

Really, I probably should have waited a day to publish this in August, but it’s close enough. 😊 TFS: Book Two is progressing very well.

I recently surpassed a word count milestone while working on some RO branches! Each character is getting special attention. The words keep stacking up every day, fueled by your support and encouragement, as I work away at the outline. This book should be over 1 million words.

You all will be meeting some new characters in Book Two, although deepening the bonds/relationships with the Fernweh Gang is the main focus. There are also a lot of scenes with A. Corvin and more encounters with Ms. Verner, Marjorie, Milton, and even Officer Warren. It’s been so much fun working on the character dynamics and writing MC choices. 📚

✨New TFS Patreon benefits✨: I just updated them a few days ago, so you can read the announcement: here. Now, you can become further lost in Fernweh with monthly updates from Book Two. I’m eager to share spicy/heated Q&A’s and stories 🔥, including one with R. Verner soon. And more!

Here is a snippet from Book Two (Spoilers) 👀!

James

You almost wish there were more buttons to undo…

James's expression is one of concentration, but you know better than to peer too deeply into his intense green eyes, even if you'd prefer to get lost in them than in Fernweh's forests. Some raven hair grazes James's left cheek after having escaped his hair tie.

Jane

You almost wish there were more buttons to undo…

Jane's expression is one of concentration, but you know better than to peer too deeply into her intense green eyes, even if you'd prefer to get lost in them than in Fernweh's forests. Some raven hair grazes Jane's left cheek after having escaped her hair tie.

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#interactive fiction #reader interactive #romance games #fernweh saga #who do queue think you are? #progress updates

[fairycosmos]

i know you hate taylor swift but i feel like you would genuinely love some of her songs

hmmm idk honestly a lot of what i've heard from her sounds generic as hell however 9 yo me was not immune to love story / you belong with me and then i liked marjorie from one of her more recent albums so i get what you mean! tbh the problem is not really solely her music for me, though i get why people find it trite and overrated, it is literally her consistently horrific character / beliefs unfortunately. same with a lot of these weird hollywood people ofc like she is not an outlier. it's just compounded w her bc she is so famous and there's the environmental element. also bc her pr team works extra hard to make her seem like she isn't that way when obviously she is so there's a large contrast there which obviously creates discussion. anyway sorry for rambling lol but yeah. it's an interesting question to pose about separating the art from the artist but i find it increasingly harder to do that with any artist i give my time to if they're egregiously asshole-ish tbh

#sorry i know u did not ask for this half essay i do find this topic v interesting w the public figures i choose to follow #anon