I'm the same saberquill as always, but I've moves accounts to start afresh. This is a writing-themed sideblog. My larger universe is over at haveninstitute.tumblr.com
Unseelie Roommate: Should we have soup or oatmeal for dinner tonight?
Necromancy friend: Why not both? Oatmeal soup! Wait, that’s grule…
Lovers in Crime | For the modern Bonnie and Clyde.
West Ryder Silver Bullet (and this stolen car is loaded with junk, it’s so dirty, he’ll be the death of me, but that’s okay) / Seen It All (I could sense the mounting tension, the atmosphere of violence and then they took a guy outside and someone stabbed him with a knife) / You Know I’m No Good (I told you I was trouble) / 505 (the middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start) / Sinister Kid (if I kill a man in the first degree, baby, would you flee with me?) / Cheap and Cheerful (it’s alright to be mean) / Beat the Devil’s Tattoo (open up your eyelids, let your demons run) / (If) You Want Trouble (if you want trouble, you got it) / Criminal (he’s just a criminal) / We Must Be Killers (we must be killers, children of the wild ones) / The Mess We’re In (can you hear them, the helicopters?)
Listen to it here.
I want more girl byronic figures, I want more reckless self-important girl libertines leaving a string of broken men in their wake while dashing off poems and getting into obscene wagers. I want girl characters that are just on the charming mercurial side of unlikeable arseholes and definitely morally questionable, but always game for a revolution.
About a month ago, a few friends and I took a couple boxes of chalk and went to town on some of my guy friends’ townhouses. It was maybe three o’clock in the mourning by the time we were done, we had midnight milkshakes first, and it was just magical. After we’d started few more of the guys came out and joined us, and together, we left levely graffiti. I came back and took pictures the next day.
It’s funny. Looking at these, I can so clearly see where the kids in The Exiles come from- and I won’t say that I wasn’t thinking of Phoenix when I made some of these (hint, the snake and the quotes are mine).
You know, I don’t think you write what you know. I think you write what you love.
your otp picking out matching wedding bands
your otp arguing over potential baby names
your otp grumbling about getting up early to walk the dog
your otp playfully hip-checking each other while making dinner
your otp being domestic cuties