Freak’n love peacocks!!!
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Camille sat in the lobby of the esteemed Harrington Hotel pouring over one of philosopher David Hume’s shorter documents. She was starting to believe taking on this free lance essay thing was sucking. Green eyes flicked over at the clock…ugh…it had only been forty five minutes? Really? Nine thirty during the slow months could really creep by. She banged her pen on the counter pushing her bangs back though they were so short they fell back in her face immediately. Running a hand through her shoulder lenght, esspresso brown hair with its choppy layer and natural color differences she smiled. Her manager had nearly flipped over the feathers. Camille had gotten about ten of them just through out her hair all tiny little gold/black and white/black stripped.
That’s when she felt it…extreme power…real close…as a matter a fact it was speeding toward the hotel. Camille leapt up, pressing herself against the wall as it got closer. She sent out a silent signal to her friends mentally, sending them her terror not that any of them could do anything about it.
Camille? What is it?! Kylie was the first to get back to her because she was the closest.
I have no freaking idea! Camille answered terrified as she felt the thing sort of materialize in the parking lot out of sight.
Aldric flew over the tiny city of Louisville as a faint mist through the night…seeking out those who chose the life of the undead in order to destroy them. The city seemed tiny compared to the cities he had seen through out his centuries of existance and vampire hunting. Aldric was a Carpathian hunter, centuries old, and lost to all emotion and color as was the curse of the Carpathian male without a lifemate. Life had become dull and pointless, the last emotion he ever remembered feeling was despiration toward the women of his race who were all the same.
Childishly tiny though looking weird with full curves, like their spines would snap under the weight.
Long hair…like past their butt long and it was all black for the most part. He new of a couple Carpathian/human conversions that had blond or red…but even those from America all had black hair. BORING!
Lastly they all had these huge eyes that made them look even more like children…it was creepy.
Aldric didn’t know what kind of woman he wanted but he knew he didn’t want anything being offered on the home front that was for damn sure. As the mist he surveyed the city noticing all the pink, blue and yellow lights, the red lights of the cars and green lights of the traffic lights—
Aldric was so shocked he shimmered back into his form to being falling out of the sky. Colors! Joy, elation, excitment rode him hard as he bust out laughing. Using the skills he had gained from the centuries he went into his mind and reached out in all directions feeling for her. She was here! He felt it, the pull. Very faint but there and he kicked it into high gear to get there to her. He felt her become aware of him and her terror rise as he latched onto her mind sending her waves of reassurance though she was communicating on some other path.
He stalked into the hotel and lay his own green eyes on her as she had herself pressed against the wall behind the high counter. She was perfect so far. Her hair was short, shoulder length and full of…feathers? He liked it, it made her look wild and different. As he approached the counter more of her came into view and she took his breath away. No childish figure here, this was a real woman according to him. He knew her breasts would be perfect for his large hands and her hips would curve easily into his palms. Aldric easily leapt the desk to press himself against her and pin her against the wall with only his body, looking down he was pleased that her eyes were a green to match his own. Her body was so soft against his and he couldn’t help a loving smile as he plunged his fingers into her feather ridden hair.
Aldric’s mind latched onto her’s, establishing their own personal psychic link to speak the ritual words in her mind as well as to her ears.
“I claim you as my lifemate. I belong to you. I offer my life for you. I give to you my protection, my allegiance, my heart, my soul, and my body. I take into my keeping the same that is yours. Your life, happiness, and welfare wil be cherished and placed above my own for all time. You are my lifemate, bound to me for eternity and always in my care.”
The woman’s brow furrowed with obvious fury, her mouth parting sweetly, “Mother fuc—”
Aldric silenced her by claiming that full mouth of hers with his own.
Alphonse Mucha tattoos….fuck yeah
Privat-Livemont and Mucha?
True love right there. <3
Love Love Love Love LOVE!!!
I love this piece because I had just finished studying Herman Melville’s Moby Dick during my last spring semester at Western Kentucky University. I just want to say that it was a marvelous book. So full of surrealism, deep thought, detail, and knowledge that I was truly blown away. Thanks for posting this because it really brought back some great memories for me!
Philip K. Dick, In Milton Lumky Territory (via fernandofrench)
I have to say I am loving this!
Our generation’s theme song.
i will forever reblog this.
Ah, I’ll be telling my grandchildren that the first time I ever heard of Harry Potter was in the sixth grade back in…three, six, um…Oh my god, I’ll tell them that the first time I had every heard of Harry Potter was in the year 2000! Is that not the most epic way to start a story ever!? “Oh you’re reading Harry Potter, eh? Well in the year 2000 was when those stories were read to my entire sixth grade class.” “What’s a sixth grade class grandma?” “It’s a public school system sweetie, you wouldn’t understand even if I tried to explain it.” “They still had public school when you were kid a Grandma? That is so crazy!!!”
Well that took a turn I wasn’t expecting…God loves Harry Potter ;p
And then YOU:
This is so funny, from woody to this guy from where ever he’s from his hilarious!!! Every time I get on tumblr and see it I die laughing!!
I’m not going to lie, shit just got complicated.
Last night at the MTV Movie Awards, Reese Witherspoon was awarded a “Generation Award,” which is apparently their equivalent to “lifetime achievement.” During her acceptance speech she said:
“Girls, I know it’s cool to be bad, but it’s also possible to make it in Hollywood without a reality show. When I came up in this business, if you made a sex tape, you were embarrassed and hid it under your bed. And if you took naked pictures of yourself on your cell phone, you would hide your face. For all the girls out there, it’s possible to be a good girl. I’m going to try to make it cool.”
Dear Reese Witherspoon:
My name is Ashly/newageamazon. I run a feminist blog. I write for a pop-culture website where I attempt to do my best to make feminism relevant and relate-able for young women who have been taught it is outdated and man-hating. I donate to charities such as RAINN and Surfrider, sign petitions, help people with directions, open doors for other people, give up my bus seat for the elderly, volunteer at a local arts museum, pay my taxes and generally do a number of other things that I would consider “good.” Largely, I consider myself a “good girl,” for these exact reasons.
And sometimes? I like to fuck.
You say you want to make being a “good girl” cool again. What you mean is, you want to make “policing other people’s choices” cool again. You want to make “buying into a mainstream, patriarchal view of ‘good’ and ‘bad’ which is entirely dependent on your sexual activity and ‘modesty’” cool again. You want to make “determining a woman’s worth entirely by whether or not we assume she’s a virgin” cool again.
THESE THINGS HAVE NEVER BEEN COOL. They have been acceptable (news flash, they ARE still acceptable), they have been NORMAL (once again, they still ARE) but they have never been COOL. I am assuming you meant well by your speech, but you are, unfortunately, buying into the same social shit you THINK you are speaking out against: that there is a line between “good” and “bad” girls, that every Taylor Swift song ever is how life actually works and that women should be ashamed of our bodies and our sexual interests.
You didn’t speak out against the people who choose to leak women’s naked photos. You didn’t speak out against the people who take advantage of women, especially young women, to inundate them in a “Girls Gone Wild” culture and exploit them. You spoke out against WOMEN, not the culture that objectifies us and teaches us we have to be virgins who fuck all the time. But who can blame the predators for being predatory when it’s much easier to blame the prey? Let’s not point out that women are handed a “good girl/bad girl” dichotomy in order to shame, control and confuse us, let’s just insist they should always belong to the “good girl” ideal.
Well, like I said. I am a good girl. And I like fucking.
I’m pissed off that you choose to make a speech like this, but I know it’s not uncommon. Some day, I will in fact find a way to send you and a number of other celebrity women (including, but not limited to, Taylor Swift, Beyonce and Katy Perry) a copy of Full Frontal Feminism by Jessica Valenti in hopes that you’ll understand why there’s really no such thing as a “good” girl. There’s virgins, there’s non-virgins and there’s the part where what we do with our bodies DOESN’T FUCKING AFFECT who we are as people.
Oh, and congratulations on your lifetime achievement award.
The New Age Amazon
Oh, sweet Jesus…come on. I don’t think Reese Witherspoon meant to get every feminists’ panties in a wad. She was making a statement towards actors like Lindsey Lohan and Britney Spears and those who have done everything in their power to claim fame through destructive behavior. Reese Witherspoon fucks too, but she doesn’t publicize it. It is a Southern way of thinking, keeping things behind closed doors that is considered private affairs. I fuck too, but what she said didn’t offend me.
People just want more reasons to complain. Who cares what a celebrity says on the MTV awards? In all honesty, pop culture is bullshit.
I also think she might have been directing the comment to all the young women in our high schools making nude pictures and sex tapes and getting involved in all kinds of things that as an adult I don’t believe the majority of them are at a maturity level where they can participate responsibly. I agree with Kagerrr as well in thinking she was directing this toward Miley Cyrus, Snooki, and any celebrity giving women a bad image. Her point is idiots are what is ‘cool’ now and its changed the women are behaving and young girls think its ‘hot’ to act and dress like a complete slut. Ask anyone, I like to fuck too and I know a lot of strong CLASSY women who could not do without but we don’t act like a bunch of sluts. Like Kagerrr said, if you like to fuck keep it on the down low and do it responsibly. The whole world doesn’t need to know your ‘fucking’ business…literally.