I believe that last one is from Ladyhawke, and I adore that movie because of @eliciaforever. You talked about it so lovingly that I had to find it and now it’s a favorite of mine 💕
Ladyhawke is my favorite movie ever and I love when people tell me they’ve been hooked <3
Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?
It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.
a shawl wrapped around the shoulders and you’re wandering the moors in a Brönte novel, feeling melancholic
Looking out the window at the rain and you’re a love-stricken newlywed wondering when your husband will return from the war.
Long skirt billowing behind you while to go down the stairs, you’re a proper Lady in a flowing ball gown being introduced at a fancy social function.
Hair blowing in the wind and suddenly you’re hovering on a cliff by the sea, staring out into the waves and praying your merchant husband will return from his voyage across the ocean
Hood up against the rain and wind and you’re a medieval abbess defying the weather and travelling on foot with your people to find a place to establish a new community.
Wiping your hands on your apron and you’re an 18th century kitchen girl rushing to let in the delivery boy you secretly love.
The cool fall wind catches your skirt, sends leaves swirling around your feet, and catches your hair and sends it flying behind you, and suddenly you’re a enchantress roaming the woods, daring any man to challenge your power.
Hit ya Damn toe on the cabinet and suddenly your a Damn dragon.
Hmmm let’s learn to tell people that we’re upset with why we’re upset with them instead of being passive aggressive and expecting them to guess. Let’s learn to healthily communicate our anger/disappointment instead of dragging things out over days and weeks and breaking our own hearts and spiraling when people can’t read our minds and take the steps we think appropriate to reconcile the conflict.
Our moods are not as obvious as we think they are.
Look at all those guardian angels being there for lonely people. <3
Perhaps horror and terror aren’t always the same thing, and darkness isn’t always indicative of harm.
The traveler in the tunnel groped his way forward with a hand against the wall, a chill creeping up his spine. The guardian, watching its brave trespasser stumble, lit a candle for the man to find: on the other side he’d be outside the spirit’s care, but now at least there would be a light to guide his way.
The man alone in empty rows of cubicles allowed himself to be taken advantage of by his employers. The resident spirit kept watch on its melancholy charge, encouraging him to leave by spreading a vague feeling of unease: endless mechanized work was not meant for mortals, whose lives pass by so quickly if they let themselves be stripped of joy.
The guardians kept a close eye on the young woman. She was blithely unaware of the unscrupulous fraternity boys who never overstayed their welcome in her apartment after a wild party: who, instead, always stumbled home to pass out on their own couches, and fell asleep to the vision of many eyes judging their guilty thoughts.
The boy liked to be alone. When his father was home it was never good, but once his family moved into their new place something crept through the darkness that was stronger than his father’s temper. It wasn’t long before his father stopped raising his voice and his fists, frightened by horrible dreams that left him drenched in sweat whenever he so much as thought about hurting his son. The boy slept soundly: he always felt safe for as long as he lived in that house.
The radio broadcaster had recently lost his husband. When he was at work the good memories felt close by, and some of the horror of those last days beside a hospital bed faded away. Sometimes, when the weight grew unbearable, he almost thought he felt a hand on his shoulder, a soft voice telling him he was never truly alone. His love was there. He would always be there, as long as he was needed.
The darkness watched out for the ones who couldn’t watch out for themselves.
I’ve been making an effort to be actively helpful instead of passively so, by volunteering to aid people who seem like they need it but aren’t yet asking for assistance.
Today that meant offering to help an old woman find her family in a store. She seemed very surprised by this, and gave me a brief description of her son and daughter-in-law before asking if I was an off-duty cop.
“No,” I said, “But a lot of people get lost at my workplace and need help finding each other.”
“You have very broad shoulders,” she replied, touching my arm.
I took off my leather jacket to show her that I was in fact wearing shoulder pads, but then she got very flustered and put her hand over her mouth in embarrassment before saying “I thought you were a young man!”
1.) was… she initially attempting to flirt with me?
2.) are old ladies just Like This
3.) her family was literally right behind her the whole time
