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rrueplumet: E N J O L R A S | an instrumental fanmix centred on the journey of enjolras, the chief, the revolutionary leader of les amis de l’abc 01. night journey (thomas newman) 02. humanity goes on trial (james newton howard)  03. my life before me (wojciech kilar)   04. lost generation (kevin rix)  05. the door in the floor (marcelo zarvos)  06. house of cards (m. rubino) 07. warrior of light (ramin djawdi)  08. breath and life (paul dinletir)  09. artemis (mark petrie) 10. stand and fight (ramin djawdi) 11. her fabulous incipience (thomas newman) 12. farewell (rob lane and rohan stevenson) 13. pact sworn in blood (marc streitenfeld)  link one | link two | link three

rrueplumet:

E N J O L R A S | an instrumental fanmix centred on the journey of enjolras, the chief, the revolutionary leader of les amis de l’abc

01. night journey (thomas newman) 02. humanity goes on trial (james newton howard)  03. my life before me (wojciech kilar)   04. lost generation (kevin rix)  05. the door in the floor (marcelo zarvos)  06. house of cards (m. rubino) 07. warrior of light (ramin djawdi)  08. breath and life (paul dinletir)  09. artemis (mark petrie) 10. stand and fight (ramin djawdi) 11. her fabulous incipience (thomas newman) 12. farewell (rob lane and rohan stevenson) 13. pact sworn in blood (marc streitenfeld) 

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Emma Bennett

Shadow of Doubt, 2009, Oil on Canvas
Ghost Story 1, 2007, Oil and French enamel on Canvas




okayophelia: Archetypes | THE TRICKSTER See him hiding in plain sight, with charm and flair, smoking your cigarettes and drinking all the rum, promising you the moon with one face and stealing your immortal soul and your pocketwatch with the other. The trickster more often than not cannot be understood, merely guessed at, for he wears many masks and takes delight in playing the fool to make greater fools of others. He is a black hole at the centre of the story with many reflecting facets, a blind spot in the hero’s vision, sucking up all the love and light and truth and turning them into shining rupturing distractions. He is a gateway to transformation and the underworld, with chaos at his right hand and death at his left, and a terrible whimsy in between. Change is the song he sings, and chaos the ruin that he wreaks. Like a particularly toothsome shark, he will never stop moving onward. He cannot abide any absolute or rule, will rattle at the cages of authorities until they come tumbling down. He likes to watch worlds crashing and burning and whirling like a whizzing firecracker with them. He has no care for good or evil, no need for the usual vices and virtues of humanity. Where others see fate and patterns, morality and honour, gods and righteousness, he sees only lies stretched over mayhem, and plays with them like a child playing cat’s cradle. Lies are his mother tongue, and with them he shapes and reshapes himself and the world to his liking. He may be destructive or merry, precise or bacchanalian, dealing out death or candy or all at once, but he is never, ever tame. He has no means but chaos, no plan but disorder, no motive but winning whatever fickle game he is playing against the universe, and so may be left standing alone in a burning wreckage that he never intended to create. (He will probably laugh for the flames anyway). He charms, he whittles at wills, he holds up a mirror to your soul and will twist your mind until everything you see is so warped you will trust only him to speak the truth. And the truth he will speak; only just enough truth to fit his purpose best. He is not a guide; though he may become one by chance or boredom. Humanity is a fascination for him; an ongoing project. He may hate, or he may love, but only in strange ways unbound from traditional emotion, from right or respect or truth, but in creeping, crawling, manic ways that burn and turn the object of his love inside out; that sends them howling mad into the abyss until they destroy themselves or come out the other side burned clean, like earth scorched and made fertile to grow things not seen ever before.  What he desires above all else is to be free, free to pursue his pleasures in all their caprice and recklessness through the playground of the world. Yet often, in the end, he is bound for his crimes against nature. He will always rise again. Change is his game. Examples: The Devil, Hannibal, Jack Sparrow, Tyler Durden, Loki (when he’s not trying to rule the world), Robin Goodfellow, Iago, Prometheus, Howl Jenkins, the Doctor, Alice Morgan, Moriarty, Anansi, Coyote, The Joker.

okayophelia:

Archetypes | THE TRICKSTER

See him hiding in plain sight, with charm and flair, smoking your cigarettes and drinking all the rum, promising you the moon with one face and stealing your immortal soul and your pocketwatch with the other. The trickster more often than not cannot be understood, merely guessed at, for he wears many masks and takes delight in playing the fool to make greater fools of others. He is a black hole at the centre of the story with many reflecting facets, a blind spot in the hero’s vision, sucking up all the love and light and truth and turning them into shining rupturing distractions. He is a gateway to transformation and the underworld, with chaos at his right hand and death at his left, and a terrible whimsy in between. Change is the song he sings, and chaos the ruin that he wreaks. Like a particularly toothsome shark, he will never stop moving onward.

He cannot abide any absolute or rule, will rattle at the cages of authorities until they come tumbling down. He likes to watch worlds crashing and burning and whirling like a whizzing firecracker with them. He has no care for good or evil, no need for the usual vices and virtues of humanity. Where others see fate and patterns, morality and honour, gods and righteousness, he sees only lies stretched over mayhem, and plays with them like a child playing cat’s cradle. Lies are his mother tongue, and with them he shapes and reshapes himself and the world to his liking. He may be destructive or merry, precise or bacchanalian, dealing out death or candy or all at once, but he is never, ever tame. He has no means but chaos, no plan but disorder, no motive but winning whatever fickle game he is playing against the universe, and so may be left standing alone in a burning wreckage that he never intended to create. (He will probably laugh for the flames anyway).

He charms, he whittles at wills, he holds up a mirror to your soul and will twist your mind until everything you see is so warped you will trust only him to speak the truth. And the truth he will speak; only just enough truth to fit his purpose best. He is not a guide; though he may become one by chance or boredom. Humanity is a fascination for him; an ongoing project. He may hate, or he may love, but only in strange ways unbound from traditional emotion, from right or respect or truth, but in creeping, crawling, manic ways that burn and turn the object of his love inside out; that sends them howling mad into the abyss until they destroy themselves or come out the other side burned clean, like earth scorched and made fertile to grow things not seen ever before. 

What he desires above all else is to be free, free to pursue his pleasures in all their caprice and recklessness through the playground of the world. Yet often, in the end, he is bound for his crimes against nature. He will always rise again. Change is his game.

Examples: The Devil, Hannibal, Jack Sparrow, Tyler Durden, Loki (when he’s not trying to rule the world), Robin Goodfellow, Iago, Prometheus, Howl Jenkins, the Doctor, Alice Morgan, Moriarty, Anansi, Coyote, The Joker.




jimmynovaks: miserable and poor. [southern gothic] for the hellfire sermons and twister-sick skies of the christ-haunted south | listen. when jesus comes - uncle sinner / the dust storm - those poor bastards / devil do - holly golightly & the brokeoffs / earth died screaming - tom waits / snake song - isobel campbell and mark lanegan / wolfgang - elliott brood / devil and the door - highlonesome / broken throat blues - antic clay / like a mountain - timber timbre / a chi sa dove sara - tarantella / to make a ring - woven hand and ultima vez / troubles - smoke fairies / 7 devils - goddamn gallows / luisa’s bones - crooked fingers / last kind words - geeshie wiley / someday - blanche / you will be my ain true love - alison krauss

jimmynovaks:

miserable and poor. [southern gothic]

for the hellfire sermons and twister-sick skies of the christ-haunted south | listen.

when jesus comes - uncle sinner / the dust storm - those poor bastards / devil do - holly golightly & the brokeoffs / earth died screaming - tom waits / snake song - isobel campbell and mark lanegan / wolfgang - elliott brood / devil and the door - highlonesome / broken throat blues - antic clay / like a mountain - timber timbre / a chi sa dove sara - tarantella / to make a ring - woven hand and ultima vez / troubles - smoke fairies / 7 devils - goddamn gallows / luisa’s bones - crooked fingers / last kind words - geeshie wiley / someday - blanche / you will be my ain true love - alison krauss




thymoss: D A U G H T E R S   O F    L I L I T H  { music for monster girls } (for mae) they told her the world was a fairytale. somewhere along the line, she decided she would be its monster. born more terrible than adam himself, who cast her off in fear and in awe; she remakes hell in her image. exultantly, she scours her scars into labyrinths to keep some without and to lure some within. she paints blood across spidered lashes like warpaint and launches herself with fury into the battle against the false gods dictating corrupt myths. she weaves the snakes of civilisations into her matted, trailing mane; reducing lucifer himself to ashes upon her fiery tongue. she tools kings themselves into the very daggers of her fingernails and cleaves through the fortress of hierarchies. she has banished repentance and shame from the discordant arias of her  soul, casting off the chains ringed by smirking princes with the flare of her charred wings. see: she gathers with her demonkind with her beastly tongue, leading them all in a revolt through the deserts of empire, and then will dance on its ashes as she rebuilds in her own noble image. LISTEN | DOWNLOAD 01 BAD EDUCATION | tilly and the wall 02 BAD GIRLS | m.i.a. 03 THE BEAST (LIVE) | laura marling 04 BITCH | plasticines 05 BONES | msmr 06 DEATH PROOF | kate nash 07 FEMALE ROBBERY | the neighbourhood 08 FIERCE | azealia banks 09 FUCK YOU RIGHT BACK  | frankee 10 GET FREE | major lazer 11 GOLD GUNS GIRLS | metric 12 HOW TO BE A HEARTBREAKER | marina & the diamonds 13 I EAT BOYS LIKE YOU FOR BREAKFAST | ida maria 14 JESUS DOESN’T LOVE ME | dragonette 15 MONSTER | L7 16 MY DELIRIUM | ladyhawke 17 ONE WAY OR ANOTHER | blondie 18 PRETTY VACANT | lady sovereign 19 REBEL GIRL | bikini kill 20 RHIANNON | fleetwood mac 21 RUN BABY RUN | garbage 22 SHOCK | ana tijoux 23 SMARTER | eisley 24 THESE BOOTS ARE MEANT FOR WALKING | nancy sinatra

thymoss:

D A U G H T E R S   O F    L I L I T H  { music for monster girls }

(for mae)

they told her the world was a fairytale. somewhere along the line, she decided she would be its monster. born more terrible than adam himself, who cast her off in fear and in awe; she remakes hell in her image. exultantly, she scours her scars into labyrinths to keep some without and to lure some within. she paints blood across spidered lashes like warpaint and launches herself with fury into the battle against the false gods dictating corrupt myths. she weaves the snakes of civilisations into her matted, trailing mane; reducing lucifer himself to ashes upon her fiery tongue. she tools kings themselves into the very daggers of her fingernails and cleaves through the fortress of hierarchies. she has banished repentance and shame from the discordant arias of her  soul, casting off the chains ringed by smirking princes with the flare of her charred wings. see: she gathers with her demonkind with her beastly tongue, leading them all in a revolt through the deserts of empire, and then will dance on its ashes as she rebuilds in her own noble image.

LISTEN | DOWNLOAD

01 BAD EDUCATION | tilly and the wall

02 BAD GIRLS | m.i.a.

03 THE BEAST (LIVE) | laura marling

04 BITCH | plasticines

05 BONES | msmr

06 DEATH PROOF | kate nash

07 FEMALE ROBBERY | the neighbourhood

08 FIERCE | azealia banks

09 FUCK YOU RIGHT BACK  | frankee

10 GET FREE | major lazer

11 GOLD GUNS GIRLS | metric

12 HOW TO BE A HEARTBREAKER | marina & the diamonds

13 I EAT BOYS LIKE YOU FOR BREAKFAST | ida maria

14 JESUS DOESN’T LOVE ME | dragonette

15 MONSTER | L7

16 MY DELIRIUM | ladyhawke

17 ONE WAY OR ANOTHER | blondie

18 PRETTY VACANT | lady sovereign

19 REBEL GIRL | bikini kill

20 RHIANNON | fleetwood mac

21 RUN BABY RUN | garbage

22 SHOCK | ana tijoux

23 SMARTER | eisley

24 THESE BOOTS ARE MEANT FOR WALKING | nancy sinatra





starksmash:

Zuhair Murad Spring 2013 Couture




vatique:

THE FOOL’S JOURNEY | a southern gothic mix based on the major arcana of the tarot

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