Ophelia - Tumblr Posts
😭 Not this making me laugh for no absolute reason 😭
(You’re probably thinking I’m stupid right now but let me tell you a little secret: “E od vata uro”)
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💚this would literally be Dwotingmæ if he still went to school💚
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I audition for the role of Ophelia.
Ophelia might be 18. She might be 25. We don’t know. We know she’s young and pretty. I’m 27 and fairly pretty. I’m not young.
The director says he won’t cast someone who “looks” older than 25. I know this means he won’t cast someone who looks older than he thinks 25-year-olds look like.
The truth is, your face when you’re 27 is the same face as when you’re 25. The truth is, your face when you’re 25 is usually the same as when you’re 23. It changes sometime in the night when you’re 21.
Your face when you’re 20 is your face when you’re 18 is usually very close to your face when you’re 16. But when you audition for a 16-year-old when you’re 16, you lose the role to someone who’s 25.
You realize that all of those teenagers you watched in movies growing up were adults. They needed to be beautiful. They needed to be desired. Not awkward, growing, acne, baby fat cheeks.
That’s why you never looked like them. You wanted so badly to look like them.
Now 27 is too old for 25 and you spent your life waiting to look old enough to look young until you’re too old to look your age.
I lie. He can’t tell whether I’m 23-25-27 or whatever age at which a woman is disqualified.
I get the role. I meet the actor playing Hamlet. He’s 45. I meet the actress playing Hamlet’s mother, and she’s 30.
God forbid a woman looks like she was born before she gave birth.
Imagine if she looked like a mother.
Would Ophelia like to be a mother?
Would she have to look like one? With stretch marks and tired eyes from late nights nursing her baby?
Would she have to grow up?
Luckily for Ophelia, she drowns before she gets the chance.
Luckily for me, I still look young enough for the audience to care.
Ophelia and I leave behind a perfect corpse. And happily, because who leaves flowers at a grave with crows feet and smiles lines?
The play is a tragedy, so we don’t smile much, anyway. Luckily.
The people will cry because I’m worthy enough to die,
and happy Ophelia will never become too old to play herself.
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Ophelia— a somewhat lazy poem I recently found buried in my notes app.
thank you 🥹🫶
starting again! this time...with friends by my side!!
to: old from-izzy...
remember when you were scared that you wouldn't be able to make friends? well...look at you now? you've come so far!
no this is not a setback!
it unfortunately happened...and there's a high chance that tumblr's staff can't do anything about it!!
don't be discouraged! don't be sad for too long! cry it out! scream (okay it's 12:40am, maybe don't do that...) it out!
but don't forget your lovely mutuals! don't forget the genuine interactions you've had with them so far! don't forget the happiness you felt when they answered your message for the first time! don't ever forget these friends as you move on with your journey!
use this as an opportunity to start again! you said that you didn't like how your old posts looked right? you've found your trademark now!
rewrite it, remaster it, reupload it!
don't give up now, okay? not when there was proof before that people support your work!
you can do it! i believe in you!
from: new from-izzy
ophelia!! 🤭 i knew it! (ish, not really 🤣) thank you for putting in time and effort for this! i will for sure devour and focus on every single word! will write a proper feedback for this soon so please stay tuned!
is it also too late to say that i've been wanting to interact with you for some time...? hmm...but anyways! happy new year to you too!! 🎉🍻
Waiting For Our Storms To Pass
Pairing: Sunwoo x f! reader
Trope: Enemies to lovers
Synopsis: Lost in a storm of trying to be someone you’re not, a drive with your worst enemy might just be enough to let the snow settle and give you some clarity.
Warnings: profanities, mentions of another member, cheating, brief mentions of death, extreme weather, nicknames (princess), kissing, unrequited love.
Word Count: 3.1k
Network: @deoboyznet
A/N: This is purely fictional and is not an accurate depiction of the individuals mentioned. Not proofread. Also, clearly I know nothing about the weather but let’s just go with it for the sake of the plot. Please remember that the only reason you should change who you are is to become the best version of yourself and not to please others. 18+ content, Minors DNI.
This is dedicated to the lovely @from-izzy <3 (yep I'm your secret santa!!) I really enjoyed exploring this genre and I sincerely hope you find a way to enjoy it :) Happy New Year!
“No, no, no, no, no, please-”
You’ve been trying to start your car for the past 10 minutes, but you haven’t gotten anything more than a sputter of the engine. A yell of frustration rips from your throat, and you stomp your foot onto the floor of the car as you slump forward against the wheel.
You’re shivering and on the verge of tears in your useless excuse of a car, and you begin to wonder if your week could get any worse. Firstly, you missed out on an internship because you didn’t have the right connections. Secondly, your parents called to let you know that they wouldn’t be able to fly into town for the holidays, leaving you to curl up in your apartment all alone. Next, you’ve begun to suspect that your boyfriend is cheating on you.
And now, the universe has just smacked you with dreadful weather and you have no means of getting home safely.
You watch as the snow gets heavier, and you curse at yourself for making the effort to attend a class in-person when you could’ve skipped it like nearly everyone else did, even if there wasn’t an official announcement from your lecturer. It doesn’t pay to be a people-pleaser, you think.
You dial your boyfriend’s number, holding your phone to your ear as it rings, but he doesn’t pick up. You try again, and after the first few rings, he picks up, and you heave a sigh of relief.
“Babe, where are you now?”
“I’m at Juyeon’s place- why do you ask?”
“Um,” you hesitate, already anticipating that he’s gonna disappoint you yet again, “I-I’m stuck on campus because my car won’t start and the snow’s really coming in. Could you come get me, please?”
You hear the rustle of bed sheets on the other line, and Hyunjae groans.
“Can’t right now- we’re pretty swamped…”
Your heart sinks in your chest, and right at that moment, you hear someone giggling on the other line. A woman.
“Hyunjae, is someone there with you-”
“Hey- I gotta go, I’ll call you.” And he hangs up on you, leaving you to freeze in your car.
Tears begin to prick at your eyes and you huddle your knees to your chest. “How did you manage to lose this one, y/n?” you whisper. The sound of the winds howling isn’t nearly enough to drown out the thoughts of failing to find love and being all alone for eternity. Afterall, It’s impossible to seek something without even knowing what it looks like.
You nearly jump out of your skin at the blare of a car horn, and you roll down your frosted window to get a look at whoever honked at you only to sigh in annoyance when you take in his unmistakable smirk.
Kim Sunwoo, childhood best friend turned bad boy and bane of your existence, sits in the car next to yours. The things he did always brought out the worst in you- invading your space, ridiculing you for your taste in men, interrupting dates, you name it- and he’s been doing all of it for his own amusement for years.
You have no idea what brought this kind of behaviour on. As kids, the both of you were inseparable, pairing up for class projects, screaming playfully at each other during dodgeball, and having little conversations about your futures. But, things changed when the both of you entered middle school- you got into boys, and he got into trouble. Even till today, you’re stuck in the same pattern, because no matter how hard you tried to shake him off, he would follow you. God knows how he even managed to follow you to your dream college on the other side of the country and continue to taunt you. Gone is the sweet boy who used to keep a hair tie on his wrist in case you needed it.
“Stuck, princess?” he taunts.
“Shut up.”
“How rude,” he tuts, tilting his head, “I was literally asking if you were stuck and I was about to offer you a ride.”
“I’d never go anywhere with you, Kim Sunwoo,” you snap, “don’t you have some daft bimbo to screw with? Maybe some frat’s house to vandalise? Typical bad boy shit?”
“I could, but not right now. Talking to you like this is fun enough as it is,” he teases, and you nearly pray that you freeze to death. He laughs at the disgusted look on your face and waves you over, “come on, I’ll give you a lift.”
“Over my dead body,” you snarl.
“Why not?,” he pouts, feigning concern, “the heating’s on blast and I’ve got snow tyres.”
“I’m perfectly fine,” you huff, “now, fuck off and move along.”
“So… you’re not shivering and on the brink of death by hypothermia?”
“Will you just shut the fu-”
“Take it or leave it, ice princess,” he smirks.
You hate yourself for doing this, but alas, desperate times call for desperate measures. You try to roll your window back up as much as you can, grab your belongings from the back as you get out of your car, and you trudge towards his mustang.
The moment you slide into the passenger seat, you’re welcomed by the blast of heat from the vents, and it’s finally warm enough to rid yourself of your coat. You make the mistake of turning to look at Sunwoo, who stares right back at you with a triumphant smile on his stupid face.
“You’re welcome-”
“Just shut up and drive.”
He pulls the car out of the parking lot, revving the engine and speeding off into the dark, cold night, and you brace yourself for the storm ahead.
For the first few minutes, you sit in silence, directing your attention to the snowfall outside until he initiates conversation. “Got any plans for New Year’s?” he asks. You roll your eyes and shift in your seat, refusing to answer him and you continue to fix your gaze on the snow as it passes your window.
“You really aren’t gonna speak to me at all?” he presses. You figure that this could go on forever, so you release a loud sigh, coming up with a reply without even sparing him a glance. “No, I’m on my own.”
“Oh?” he says, quirking an eyebrow and you hate that he finds joy in your misery, “is that so?”
“What do you want from me, Sunwoo?”
“Nothing, I’m just making small talk… Sometimes I just might not be the asshole you make me out to be, y’know,” he mumbles, and you shoot him a glare instead of thinking about apologising. He puts the radio on, a song by Snow Patrol comes on, and you’re suddenly reminded that it was a song you particularly liked during your childhood. You wonder if Sunwoo remembers, but you don’t see a point in trying to find out.
“Well, maybe if you didn’t do things a typical asshole would do, I wouldn’t have judged you so quickly,” you argue.
“Whatever you say, princess,” he teases, and you cringe.
“Don’t call me that,” you retort, and he merely chuckles at your reaction.
You notice that even when he’s trying to mess with your head and he only has one hand on the wheel, he’s surprisingly careful on the road, but you won’t give him credit for that. You turn your head slightly to look at him, and through the years, you’ve never actually bothered to really get a good look at his features. Other than the stronger jawline, he hasn’t changed too much. His lips are still plump, and his eyebrows have maintained their shape and thickness- but there’s something different about his eyes, and you can’t quite identify what it is.
There’s no point dwelling on it, you think, he’s a different person now. You think you may have loved Sunwoo at some point before things changed, but what did you know about love?
You pull yourself out of your thoughts, and you focus your gaze back onto the road ahead.
“So,” he quips, “why am I the one rescuing you instead of that boyfriend of yours?”
“I wouldn’t go there If I were you, Sunwoo,” you warn, the feeling of unease already creeping in, but he continues.
“Was he busy tonight? Doing something important? Doing someone-”
“Sunwoo, please-”
“What a surprise,” he drawls, “pretty boy can’t come rescue his girlfriend because he’s busy screwing other chicks.”
“Will you stop-” the reminder of being tossed aside for someone else begins to overwhelm you, but Sunwoo’s attacks keep coming.
“He’s such a jerk, and the fact that you try to convince yourself that he’s not just makes you stupid as well.”
You turn your body to face him, retorting with a glare,“well, it seems that you would know how jerks behave, Sunwoo.”
“At least I don’t try to delude myself into thinking otherwise,” he counters, raising his voice slightly.
“You shit on every guy I date but,” you yell, “just so you know, your opinion means jackshit to me.”
“Oh, just like how you mean jackshit to every guy you date?”
His words cut through you deeper than you expect them to, and the realisation that he’s right seizes your chest.
“Stop the car.”
“Excuse me-”
“Just stop the car, damn it!” You shout.
You get out of the car before it can come to a complete stop, leaving your coat behind, preferring to brave the storm rather than to remain in the suffocating warmth of Sunwoo’s car. “Fuck,” he curses, grabbing your coat and scrambling to get out of his car to go after you.
“Y/n, are you fucking crazy?” he shouts
“Yes!” you scream, trying to hasten your pace,
“Just come back, it’s fucking freezing!”
“Leave me alone!” you cry.
You try to break into a run, not caring if you look absolutely ridiculous while going against the wind, and Sunwoo swears as he’s forced to catch up.
Battling the winds, you run as fast as your body allows you to, but you’re too blinded by rage to spot the black ice ahead of you. You lose your footing on the ice, yelping as you slip and brace yourself, but your head never hits the ground.
Sunwoo’s got one arm around your waist and a hand gripping your upper arm, hauling you back onto your feet. He huffs, picking your coat off the icy road and wrapping it tightly around your shoulders. “You’re fucking insane,” he rasps, hunching over and resting his hands on his knees as he catches his breath.
You clutch the seams of your coat, shivering from the force of the winds, but aside from the cold biting at your cheeks, you’re feeling too many things at once. An otherwise touching gesture plunges you into confusion and frustration- if he had hated you for all these years, gone to great lengths to bring you misery and probably wouldn’t care if you were left to die alone, why the hell would he even bother to chase you in the midst of a snowstorm to make sure you didn’t freeze to death?
You hate that he’s messing with your head like this, and you take a step away from the boy in front of you, and you demand answers.
“Where did we go wrong, Sunwoo?”
He looks up at you, straightening his posture, and when he’s facing you properly, you continue to confront him.
“We started off as friends, then suddenly you change and we’re at each other’s necks, and I know for a fact that I’m not the one who started it.”
Sunwoo looks like he’s just been slapped across the face, his expression turning into one of disbelief, but you don’t even notice.
“You aren’t the boy you used to be. We used to be inseparable, but now you do nothing but follow me literally everywhere to make my life a living hell,” you’re tired, exasperated, and you just need an answer from him., "tell me why you had to change."
Don’t put this all on me- we’ve both changed, he thinks.
“Y/n-” he starts.
“Tell me!”
“Because after all this time and what we’ve been through, how the hell could you still choose anyone but me?” he shouts.
The sudden change in his demeanour stuns you, you’re unsure if you heard him correctly, but Sunwoo’s pained expression shocks you more than anything.
“I’ve always been right with you, y/n,” he says, his voice still loud but shaken with emotion, “do you know how it feels to watch you throw yourself at literally anyone else time and again when I’m the one who’s been trying to keep up and be with you every step of the way?
“It fucking hurts to know that I’ve never been an option for you. No matter how differently I try to act, trying to be just like all those jerks you went after, people like Lee Hyunjae- fuck- I sunk to unimaginable levels just so you’d look at me.” Tears run down his cheeks, and he shakes as he unleashes years of pent up desperation. ”Yes, I have changed. But that’s not fucking fair, y/n. Don’t fucking put this all on me when I have watched you change for him- for all of them!”
You flinch at his outburst, and no words come to mind when you try to retaliate. You have no defence. You realise now that Sunwoo is right, and the awareness of what’s become of you is crippling. And right now, you can’t ever bear to face him.
“You never had to, you know,” he says quietly, “you were perfect- you’re still perfect to me…”
The words that leave his lips have you turning back towards him, and your heart aches in your chest. He’s staring right back at you, and you let out a quiet gasp of recognition. His eyes look different than before. Though tear-filled, you realise that you’re looking into the eyes of the boy you desperately missed- warm, hopeful, loving.
“I have changed myself thousands of times just so I’d get someone to stay, but none of them have, Sunwoo.”
“I stayed,” he whispers, and you feel like you could shatter if someone so much as lay a finger on you.
“Hell- I’ve kept up with you through all those changes, but the one thing that hasn’t changed is the way I feel for you.”
You’re so overcome by your emotions- sorrow, guilt, regret- and they’re building too quickly for you to figure out what to do with yourself.
Sunwoo knows that you’re in just as much pain as he is, and he just needs to make you realise that you’ll never have to twist yourself into a different person for anyone else ever again. He approaches you, raising his rough hands cup your cheeks, and before you can attempt to break free from his grasp again, he closes the gap between you, and his lips engulf yours.
Your breath hitches, you raise your fists to thump against his chest and push him away, but you pause. You feel like you should hate this a lot more than you do, but you can’t help but relax into the kiss.
Your frozen exterior crumbles as warmth floods throughout your body, and you let your eyelids flutter shut as the ice melts from your eyes, trickling down your cheeks in gentle currents. It all feels so sincere, familiar, and comforting, as if you’re right where you’re meant to be.
The both of you pull apart for air, but Sunwoo doesn’t let go of you. He keeps his eyes on yours as he caresses your cheeks, and your heart pounds when a smile grows on his face- his bright, genuine, unchanging smile, just the way it’s been at the beginning.
Everything seems to go quiet around you- the howling winds have stopped their abuse, the snow has gotten lighter, and suddenly you can see a lot more clearly.
Overwhelmed by emotion, you fall to your knees, and Sunwoo rushes to kneel with you. His warm hands find their way back to the apples of your cheeks, his thumbs wiping your tears as you sob, and he lets his forehead rest against yours.
“Open your eyes,” he pleads.
Tearful eyes meet his, and you keep crying as he kisses your tears away. You feel absolutely foolish for not seeing the signs earlier, and your heart wrenches at the fact that you’ve lost all of this time with him because you were chasing people who couldn’t give you what you needed.
“How can we go back?” you sob, “I don’t really know who I am anymore.”
“You’re the person I fell in love with,” he whispers, running a hand up and down your back to soothe you, “none of those guys were worth changing for. But I promise you- I'll be the one who’s worth staying the same for.”
He moves his hands to hold yours, interlocking your fingers and squeezing gently. “Just give us a chance,” he begs, “please… don’t make me waste another minute without you.”
With that, you throw arms around him, clumsily locking your lips with his and his hands rest on the small of your back and the back of your head, pulling you flush against him. His hands slide up, threading his fingers through your hair, and you continue to cling to him like he’s gonna slip away from your grasp at any moment.
A whine leaves your lips when you pull away, wishing you could hold each other forever, but you don’t realise that your hair has become a complete mess.
“Come here,” he laughs.
He tugs you closer, and he pulls his sleeve back to pull something off his wrist. A hair tie.
You keep your eyes on him as he reaches around you and gathers your hair into a ponytail, putting it together to the best of his abilities, and your heart beats harder at the gesture.
“Come on,” he says, grabbing your hands and pulling you onto your feet, “let’s get you home before we freeze our asses off.”
“Never let me go,” you plead, and he holds your face in his hands again to plant a kiss against your forehead.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he whispers.
It’s absolutely frightening to be on our own, to be unsure of which paths to take and paralysed by hesitation. Perhaps if we give ourselves time and wait for the storms in our hearts to pass, our doubts and fears will disappear once the snow settles. We’ll wait, and we’ll take a run at life as soon as things are clear.
Towards the places where we’re meant to be.
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it is currently 'supposed-to-be-watching-lectures' time but! i need to step back a bit 😭
@astrae4 - 🍰
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@littleroaes - 🌆
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GIRL I JUST FINISHED (lies.) MY LECTURE AND WAS HAVING A CRISIS AND WAS ABOUT TO SOB OVER MY READINGS AND MY EMAILS WHICH ARE SUDDENLY BLOWING UP WHAT YOU DOING? 😭😭😭
I agree, the chaotic sibling vibe is VERY prominent between us 🥺 it's so cool because you were also one of the people in the net that I didn't think I could talk to (that's on me btw) and so when I found out you were somewhat near me geographically I was like "yo the world can be small sometimes" and tried to make small talk 🥹 ALSO ME WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I MIGHT BE GOING TO WHERE YOU ARE MID YEAR CAUSE THERE'S A CONCERT SCHEDULED THERE AND MY MUM WAS LIKE "YOU'RE NOT GOING??? AIN'T NO WAY YOU AREN'T GOING!!"DJDHSJSJ 🤣 MOTHER LWK WANTS TO GO TO THE CONCERT WITH ME LMAO 🥰 but that's a potential time to meet...but also again your home country is so accessible from me and it's def my number 1 to go to whenever my fam and friends are thinking of a holiday so 🥺 omg 😭🫂 the possibilities!! But thank you for being so supportive (especially with the latest topic I talked to you about) and so uwu and a fun person to be with. I am def working on broadening the things I read so 🤭 I love how open, objective and honest you are 🥹 You're going to achieve many great things! Whether you decide to stay where you are or go back home. I promise!! 🥰
Also wait I drive you nuts? 🤭 HECK YEAH!! achievement unlocked!!
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talk about your favourite mutuals and why you like them
@aimeecarreros ~ she always hypes me up whenever I'm not feeling good about myself, what I write, or whatever I do, and she sends me the cutest cat content 🥺 she also sends the most unhinged memes and checks in on me when she knows I’m not doing well, and seriously, she deserves all the happiness in the world and I owe her so much😭🩵
@from-izzy ~ Izzy is almost like a younger sister to me. We may only have gotten to know each other a little bit this year but every time we talk it's absolute chaos. Honestly the way our conversations can go from totally unhinged to dead serious gives me whiplash sometimes but I really like how we can relate to each other on a variety of topics🩵 she also knows how to drive me nuts sometimes but that’s just the younger sister energy🤪
@winterchimez ~ ah, the neighbour moot. Tbh we have only known each other for a few months but it really feels like we’ve been friends for such a long time🩵🙆🏻♀️ it’s so fun to bicker with her and she always hypes me up when we brainstorm fic ideas. Even though we fire shots at each other from time to time, it’s nice to know that we have each other’s backs.
@daisyvisions ~ daisy is the person who inspired me to create this blog🩵 (she didn't tell me to do it but I just sent her so many asks that I just decided I might as well start writing). She's got unmatched big brain energy and her opinion means so much to me. We could have the most depraved discussions but she always knows how to make it ✨fun✨ also if you haven't seen her fics before, where tf have you been.
show them the love they deserve!!
Omg the purple sunset description 🥹🫂
WDYM UNHINGED 🤨 hmph!!
'little sister shenanigans' is too real 🥹 also the bunny binkies hehe 🥰😘
can you accept my friend request now? 😐
things/aesthetic you associate with your moots please!
@aimeecarreros ~ cherry blossoms🌸, ballgowns, light that bounces off the waves of the ocean✨, a cat purring as it loafs🐱, laughter after crying for hours, chaotic yet delightful energy
@from-izzy ~ blatant disrespect (affectionate), the purple hues of a fading sunset💜, unhinged hermione granger energy📖, bunny binkies, little sister shenanigans
@winterchimez ~ a fresh coat of snow that sparkles in the sunrise during winter🌨️, those aesthetic matcha desserts, firecrackers during lunar new year, mops, playful fights, blasting music through headphones 🎧
@daisyvisions ~ all things green💚, ultimate big brain energy🧠, beagle puppies, SpongeBob memes, diabolical thoughts🫣, corporate girlie vibes, uncontrollable champagne-induced laughter
🦇 OPHELIA'S INTRODUCTION POST
(i realized ive been active on tumblr probably since august and i still havent made one so im doing that now!)
ophelia | she/her | scenmo | scorpio (even tho im not really big on astrology i still think its fun) | bisexual | greek orthodox christian and i support all religions!! | i love open communication more than anything in this world | always open to meet new moots! | feel free to ask me anything as long as its not creepy |
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youtubers i watch: chad chad, stephanie lange, salem tovar, danny gonzalez, film cooper, drew gooden, not even emily, sarah chio, nailea devora, ally purugganan, erika diane, kurtis conner, verilybitchie (even tho i disagree w/ some of their opinions), benoftheweek, occasionally johnnie guilbert
books i love: !!literally anything by leigh bardugo shes my fave!!, the hunger games series including the ballad of songbrids and snakes, the house in the cerulean sea, the red queen series, the outsiders the book thief, loveless, a tree grows in brooklyn, hell followed with us, the scythe series, darius the great is not okay, a wrinkle in time, the woman in me by britney spears, i am the cheese, hole, twilight, the bell jar, that was then this is now, station eleven. always open to recs! <3
hobbies: writing, drawing, doing my makeup, thrifting, reading (especially fantasy), going on walks, baking, singing, collecting perfumes, listening to music, analyzing poetry and lyrics, teaching myself guitar, painting my nails, debating about pretty much anything as long as it stays respectful, journaling, sewing and altering clothes, making collages, swimming, playing the piano, watching long video essays on youtube (especially ones about anything related to music), talking to my friends irl or online, talking about music but especially mcr!!
top three celebrity crushes rn in order: 1) gerard way 2) frank iero 3) vic fuentes
people i'll write fics about (requests are currently open): gerard way, frank iero, mikey way, johnnie guilbert, vic fuentes, tony perry, but honestly feel free to request anyone! (speaking of fic writing: i wont write non-con or age play or illegal age gaps or anything along the lines of that; i won't write smut about an underage person; please do not plagiarize my work my writing is one of the only things that makes me happy)
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→ xoxo, ophelia! <3
I hate this so much oh my god I need to (remembers suicide jokes are bad) look at ophelia
Ophelia | The Lumineers
Honey, I love you That’s all she wrote
Sarah Bernhardt (1844-1923), Ophelia (detail).
Yes. Yes, I have. :')
If you know Brutal Legend and/or played it
Reblog/like this post. I want to see how many fans there are on tumblr.
Ophelia (2018) // November Nights, Arden Mae // House of the Dragon (2022-) // Persephone Returns, Emily Rose Cole // Ophelia, Friedrich Wilhelm Theodor Heyser // Mystery of Love, Sufjan Stevens // Fire with Fire (1986) // Spring and All, Cathy Park Hong // On-drakón (2015) // The Complex Sentence, Tony Hoagland // The Musketeers (2014-2016) // [from a letter], Sylvia Plath // 1883 (2021-22) // The Leaving Season, Jihyun Yun // Dorian Gray (2009) // The Lady of Shalott, Alfred Tennyson // Anne of Green Gables (1985) // Advantages of Being Evergreen, Oliver Baez Bendorf // Ophelia, John Everett Millais // Hamlet, William Shakespeare // Melancholia (2011) // Wild Geese, Mary Oliver // Revenge of the Sith (2005) // Summer Morning, Mary Oliver
O, I AM FORTUNE'S FOOL!
i. hereditary (2018) / ii. ophelia / iii. the oresteia / iv. wolf in white van / v. antigone / vi. romeo + juliet (1996) by @rocktheholygrail / vii. rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead / viii. hereditary (2018) / iv. hadestown (2019)
"Ophélie" by Jean-Baptiste Bertrand, 1867
