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Was life, were human relations like this always, Therese wondered. Never solid ground underfoot. Always like gravel, a little yielding, noisy so the whole world could hear, so one always listened, too, for the loud, harsh step of the intruder’s foot.
Carol by Patricia Highsmith (via wholesomeobsessive)
The ground looked breathing and young, even though the winter had browned the grass. There had been trees and hedges around the school at Montclair, but the green had always ended in part of a red brick wall, or a grey stone building that was part of the school - an infirmary, a woodshed, a toolhouse - and the green each spring had seemed old already, used and handed down by one generation of children to the next, as much a part of school paraphernalia as textbooks and uniforms.
Carol by Patricia Highsmith (via wholesomeobsessive)
Hundreds of feet below lay the tiny disorder of the abandoned mining town. There the eye and the brain played tricks with each other, for it was impossible to keep a steady concept of the proportion below, impossible to compare it on any human scale. Her own hand held up in front of her could look Lilliputian or curiously huge. And the town occupied only a fraction of the greater scoop in the earth, like a single experience, a single commonplace event, set in a certain immeasurable territory of the mind.
Carol by Patricia Highsmith (via wholesomeobsessive)
Or to live against one’s grain, that is degeneration by definition.
Carol by Patricia Highsmith (via wholesomeobsessive)
She had heard the piece occasionally in New York, but she had never heard it with Carol, and now the music was like a bridge soaring across time without touching anything.
Carol by Patricia Highsmith (via wholesomeobsessive)
Therese frowned, floundering in a sea without direction or gravity, in which she knew only that she could mistrust her own impulses.
Carol by Patricia Highsmith (via wholesomeobsessive)
Once they came upon a little town they liked and spent the night there, without pyjamas or toothbrushes, without past or future, and the night became another of those islands in time, suspended somewhere in the heart or in the memory, intact and absolute. Or perhaps it was nothing but happiness, Therese thought, a complete happiness that must be rare enough, so rare that very few people ever knew it. But if it was merely happiness, then it had gone beyond the ordinary bounds and become something else, become a kind of excessive pressure, so that the weight of a coffee cup in her hand, the speed of a cat crossing the garden below, the silent crash of two clouds seemed almost more than she could bear.
Carol by Patricia Highsmith (via wholesomeobsessive)
People were watching the actress. Therese was flattered, terribly flattered, and the flattery got in the way of what she felt, or might feel, about Genevieve Cranell.
Carol by Patricia Highsmith (via wholesomeobsessive)
appreciation post for the finest and most badass women in twd
Painwheel back story in a nutshell Give him BACK!!! COMPLETE EDITION - POPPY PLAYTIME CHAPTER 3 | GH'S ANIM...
What About Us?
Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader
Summary: Carol’s been so busy with work, you feel like she’s forgotten all about her little dragonfly. When you finally break, she’s quick to be back by your side.
Word Count: 419
Warnings: Angst and age regression.
A/N: The beginning hurts a lot. But the ending is super fluffy!! I hope you all enjoy :]
You grabbed your stuffie from the other side of the bed, tears threatening to spill. Carol had been choosing to stay in her office all day long, and you couldn’t take it anymore. Part of you couldn’t shake off the feeling that she forgot about her little dragonfly.
You let your pacifier bob in your mouth as you made your way down the hall, anger evident on your face. You didn’t even bother to knock, instead barging into her workspace and stomping over to her desk.
“Mommy, you’ve been ignoring me all day long! Stop it!” You whined, closing her laptop. Carol let out a frustrated huff and turned her head to meet your gaze.
“Don’t be bratty right now. Mommy’s already in a bad mood. Now you go be a good little one and go play.”
You frowned at her dismissal, stomping your foot loud enough for Carol to abruptly stand from her chair. “Stop it! You’re testing me, and I'm not in the mood. If you keep this up, I will put you in corner time.” The blonde warned, pointing a finger at you.
You sighed and your bottom lip wobbled while tears formed in your eyes. “Mommy, please. You’ve been ignoring me. Do you even love me?” You whispered in a broken voice, and Carol’s face dropped.
She made her way over to you and wrapped you in a tight embrace. “Oh, honey… of course I do. Of course, I love you. You’re perfect. I’m so sorry, you’re right. I’ve been forgetting about my little dragonfly.” She kissed your forehead before scooping you up, “Let’s go watch some cartoons little one, okay? I’ll order whatever food you want.”
You nodded and buried your face into the crook of her neck, basking in the affection you’d been craving for so long. “Even pizza, mommy?”
Carol nodded, “Of course baby. I’m going to get you all the pizza you’ve ever wanted, okay?” She set you down on the couch before joining you and setting you down in her lap.
“Mommy, could you play Adventure Time?” You quietly requested, holding your stuffie close to you while Carol wrapped her arms around your middle.
“Of course, baby. I love you so, so much, you know that? It was so unfair of me to put work before you because you are my little one. You’re perfect, baby. Mommy is very, very sorry.” She said, giving you a firm kiss on your forehead.
“Is okay. I forgive you because I love you.”
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Angst + Age Regression Taglist: @ghostlybailiffathletestatesman @milfloverslut @dani6279
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Blueberry Pies
Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader
Summary: You loved cooking, but Carol always said you were too messy when you did. But of course, when she started baking, her little dragonfly had to come along.
Word Count: 406
Warnings: Slight angst and age regression.
A/N: If you actually bake, I am so sorry. I know nothing about making pies so this is completely inaccurate- the fluff makes up for it though. Enjoy!
You were always a pretty messy cook. You loved baking and everything of that sort. There was nothing you adored more than making cookies on a summer day paired with lemonade. Carol knew this as well- which is why she tried to convince you out of baking.
Which you believed to be completely and utterly unfair. How did she get to do all the baking she wanted and you couldn’t? It simply didn’t seem fair to you.
See, you were upset because you could smell a delicious blueberry pie being baked downstairs. After debating whether or not it was worth trying to help, you finally decided to take a chance and made your way down the stairs.
Carol smiled when you ran up to her excitedly, clinging onto her sleeve with a grin. “Hi, my little dragonfly! I’m making a little pie for both of us. What do you need, little love?”
“Mommy, I wanna help! I wanna make a pie!” You said, clapping your hands together.
Carol sighed, “You know I love when my little helper is here, but we don’t want a messy kitchen! How about you read the directions out of that cookbook for me, hm?” The blonde tried to compromise, but you were completely unconvinced.
“No mommy! I want to help for real! Talking isn’t helpful.” You pouted, your bottom lip sticking out.
“Well, we’re going to have a big mess on our hands if you help out. And that’s no good, don’t you agree?” Carol said, crouching down to your level.
“I’ll clean all the mess! Mommy, please. I wanna help!” You pleaded.
“Okay little love, you can help. But you’re going to be the one cleaning up!” She pointed out, and you shrugged your shoulders.
“I’ll be a big kid and help!” You concluded, skipping over to a bowl full of dough. “Okay mommy, how do I help now?” You asked, leaning over the bowl.
Carol skimmed through the pages of the cookbook, “Okay lovebug, so you’re going to take that dough and evenly spread it on that circle pan over there, okay? After that, we’ll do the filling!”
You squealed in excitement, “Yay! I’m so excited mommy!” You were completely unable to contain your happiness, but Carol wouldn't have had it any other way.
“And I’m excited that I have my favorite little one right next to me. Now come on, it’s time to mix up some blueberry jam!”
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Age Regression Taglist: @milfloverslut @dani6279 @millieistheunofficialsimp
She is still alive in our hearts
Jingle Bells (Christmas With The Joker Edition)
Based on the song from Batman: The Animated Series.
JOKER: Jingle bells, Batman smells Robin laid an egg The Batmobile lost a wheel And the Joker got a-waaaaay!
JOKER: Crashing through the roof In a one-horse open tree Busting out I go, Laughing all the WHEEEE! Sounds of gunshots ring As coppers shoot me down But they still can’t catch ol’ Gotham’s Favorite psychopathic clown!
Oh, jingle bells, Batman smells Robin laid an egg The Batmobile lost a wheel And the Joker got away Jingle bells, Batman smells Joker’s running loose I’ve nabbed Commissioner Gordon and I’m going to cook his goose!
[speaking part]
(Joker arrives at his hideout, where his henchmen: Harley Quinn, Bob the Goon, and Gaggy are waiting.)
JOKER: “Harley! I’m home!”
HARLEY: “Puddin’!”
BOB: “Heya boss!”
GAGGY: “Merry Christmas, Mr. Joker!”
JOKER: “Alright, alright settle down! Settle down! Now is everything ready for the big night?”
HARLEY (hands Joker a Santa coat, hat, and beard): “We’re all set, Mistah J!”
JOKER (takes the costume and starts putting it on): “Excellent! Go start up the sleigh! Bob, start the camera! Gaggy…!”
(Gaggy smiles eagerly as he waits for his orders.)
JOKER: “Go…get me some egg nog.”
GAGGY (salutes): “Yes sir, Mr. Joker!”
(Gaggy runs off as Harley brings in a Santa chair).)
HARLEY: “Don’t forget yer chair puddin’!”
JOKER: “Ah, yes of course!”
BOB: “We’re live in five, Boss!”
JOKER (sits in the chair): “Alright then! A-A-Ahem…”
[end speaking part]
JOKER: Good evening, girls and boys And all your dads and moms Joker’s bringing you some toys And each one has a bomb! So unless our dear Dark Knight And his helpers stop my sleigh We’ll go “POP POP POP!” like chestnuts In the fire this Christmas Day!
Oh, jingle bells, Batman smells Robin laid an egg Nightwing is a circus freak And Batgirl does ballet Jingle bells, Batman smells Spoiler laid an egg Red Hood’s cracked, Batwoman’s wack And Bluebird’s…
HARLEY: “Mistah J!”
[speaking part]
JOKER: “Harley!? I thought I told you to start the sleigh, you--!”
HARLEY: “The sleigh’s junked puddin’!”
JOKER: “What!? How!?”
HARLEY: “I dunno! I took my eyes off it fer a sec, and when I turned around, the thrusters were blown!”
JOKER: “What!? How am I supposed to deliver presents without a sleigh!? Uuugh…nevermind! Come on, we’ll use the truck!”
(Harley is suddenly ‘bat-ambushed’.)
HARLEY: “Mmph!”
JOKER: “Harley? Where are you!?”
BOB: “Boss! Over there, it’s…mmph!”
(Bob gets ‘bat-ambushed’.)
JOKER: “What is it Bob? Bob!?”
(Joker realizes he’s alone.)
JOKER: “Harley? Bob? Anyone? Where’d you…? *bumps into someone* Oomph! Hey, watch where you’re gooooo—!"
(The Joker realizes he’s just bumped into Batman, the rest of the Bat-Family flanking him, with some restraining Harley and Bob. Batman’s leitmotif from the animated series plays.)
JOKER: “Batman!?”
POW!
JOKER: “Ooomph!”
(Joker falls to the ground as Batman slowly approaches him.)
JOKER: “But how…how did you find me?”
BATMAN: “Your singing.”
NIGHTWING: “We could hear you all the way from Crime Alley.”
ROBIN (DAMIAN): “Unfortunately.”
JOKER: “Guuuuuh…”
GAGGY: “Mister Joker!”
(Gaggy enters.)
GAGGY: “I’m back! Is it time to deliver the presents ye…?”
(Gaggy sees the Bat-Family standing over his defeated gang.)
GAGGY: “Ehhhh…Egg nog?”
[end speaking part. Scene transitions to the Joker’s cell in Arkham.)
JOKER: So here I am again In my nice and cushy room Bound in straightjacket and chains My plan shot to squadoo! It will take at least a week To attempt my next escape Maybe I should just give up this feud With the man in cowl and cape … … … NAH!
Jingle bells, Batman smells He doesn’t get the joke! So I’ll keep coming back until I make him laugh or croak! Jingle bells, Batman smells I’ve more tricks up my sleeve! ‘Til then, goodbye! But don’t you cry, I’ll be back on New Year’s Eve!
HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!
Ugh…Merry Christmas
Just some doodles I made through the week while trying out new brushes and techniques to help improve my sketch process.
Lance and Cosette belongs to Me
Copper, Mooniece, Marshall, Carol and Antonio belong to @youronlydrpepper
Sebastian belongs to @freckleocalypse
Jumper belongs to @ahjones94
My top 10 movies which I love all my heart (pictures aren't mine) ❤️
PS and of course "Pride and Prejudice", but I can only put 10 pictures in post :((
Moodboard: «Carol», dir.: Todd Haynes, 2015.