Cinched & In a Pinch

i’ve been gone for a long time....but i need a new outlet. some place to let loose. 

Those days when you just want to REPEATEDLY slam your head against the wall and ask why people can't get their shit together.

Don't ask to be apart of something, then not do your part, or not get your ducks in a line. Just... don't. 

Planning a show is no easy feat, especially when there are only so many fandom-friendly performers available. 

Geek Vaudeville. Love it, but planning a show makes me want to throw things. Performers >.<

I combined these two soundtracks into a playlist on my iPod. 

Inhaling sharply, she squeezed her eyes shut. Her eyelids began to flutter with pain as her slender fingers laced into her deep crimson curls, cupping her palms over her ears, desperately protecting her senses from the verbal assault of voices that resonated off the steel walls of the massive circular chamber.

  There were dozens of them. Dozens of angry voices blended together into one angry sound and it was all aimed at her. Each voice threw words at her like clusters of knives that bore into her.

  Her fingernails dug into her scalp. The pain was nothing compared to the voices that surrounded her.

.

Though they argued, they all seemed to agree that her refusal was unacceptable. Her ignorance and rebellion could not be tolerated: she was no longer worthy to be among them. They demanded a harsh sentencing.

  She pushed her palms against her ears, trying to drown out the voices, but the sudden absence of noise roused her defense. Gingerly, she lowered her hands. The sound of silver and gold charms kissing followed her movement and echoed delicately in the deathly quiet room. She opened her eyes and slowly lifted her gaze to those who stared at her. She could see it in their eerie sea-green eyes: her sentence.

  Her price to pay.

  Exile.

  Breath escaped her as if she had been holding it for ages, her chest collapsing as the all air left her. She knew it would come to this. But she would not kneel to their desires. Bow to the so-called ‘destiny’ she was awarded when she came of age. She would not play role in their game. Planets were not playthings.

  “Do you understand this ruling?” A deep voice called out; her eyes were drawn to the man who stood at the front. He was tall and structured, with hair the color of captured moonlight that fell to the base of his spine, pulled back in twists and braids, adorned with beads and trinkets to exhibit his status. His gaze seemed to harbor the most disappointment…and anger inside those glowing and vibrant cyan orbs.

  She swallowed hard and nodded.

  “You have one last chance before this sentence is passed. Do you renounce your choice?”

  She could feel the guards standing there, ready to take hold of her with their strong hands, jerk her away and carry her to her fate. She could change her mind, and remain with the community but she knew it was wrong. She lifted her head and stood tall. “No. I do not. I will stand by my decision.” She said. Her voice was loud and her tone confident.

  He breathed in deeply and looked away from her. She could see his disappointment grow in his eyes before he shifted his gaze to the two men standing behind her. He motioned his hand to them as he began to speak, “Very well, if that is your decision: then this is ours.”

  She cringed as the fingers wrapped around her arms, pinching and twisting her skin painfully in their grip, but her eyes never left him, even as tears began to well up behind them. The patriarch and leader of her people. The man she once revered and longed for. There were so many words she wished to speak out of anger and out of hurt, but pressed her lips together and kept her head high.

  She would accept her fate and force the pain to dissipate. She would not let it fester; she would be at peace with her decision. She had yearned for no more pain. No more fear.

  But there would always be pain, and there would always be fear.

  It would never end.

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I miss Cosplay... and photoshoots. 

T-T

stupid work schedule.

I miss this dress. My first 18th Century gown that I ended up re-working and hand embroidering the stomacher. One day I'll wear it again... better pressed that time. 

Some of my commission work...hopefully one day I'll be able to start taking commissions again. It's been awhile...

So, while unlikely in the MCU, I have convinced myself that Ronan isn't dead...

I mean, the Universal Weapon gives him all sorts of nifty tricks like interstellar teleportation along hyper-spatial passages and time-motion displacement fields... so its highly possible... 

Just saying...

Especially if there's talk of an Inhumans movie...

Of course his involvement would entirely depend on that story arc. 

My personality:  * I’m loud. * I’m obnoxious.  * I’m sarcastic.  * I’m cocky.  * I cry easily.  * I have a bad temper.  * For the most part I don’t like people. * I’m easy to get along with.  * I have more enemies than friends.  * I’ve smoked. * I’ve smoked weed.  * I drink coffee. * I clean my room daily. 

My appearance:  * I wear makeup.  * I wear jewelry. * I wear contacts.  * I wear glasses.  * I have braces.  * I color my hair regularly.  * I straighten my hair often.  * I have a piercing.  * I have earrings.  * I have a tattoo.  * I have small feet.  Relationships:  * I’m in a relationship now.  * I’m single.  * I’m crushin’.  * I’ve missed an ex before. * I’m always scared of being hurt.  * An ex has abused me at least once.  * I’ve been in love more than two times. * I believe in love at first sight.  * I believe lust is more important than love.  Friendships:  * I have a best friend.  * I have at least ten friends.  * I’ve gotten a phone call in the last 48 hours from a friend.  * I’ve beaten up a friend.  * I’ve been in a serious fight with a friend.  * I can trust at least five people with my life.  Experiences:  * I’ve been on a plane.  * I’ve been on a train.  * Someone close to me has died.  * I’ve taken a taxi.  * I’ve taken a city bus.  * I’ve taken a school bus.  * I’ve gone bungee jumping.  * I’ve made a speech.  * I’ve been in some sort of club.  * I’ve won an award.  * I’ve spent 24 hours on the computer straight.  * I’ve been in a physical fight. Music:  * I listen to R&B.  * I listen to Country.  * I listen to Pop.  * I listen to Techno. * I listen to Rock.  * I’m one of those people who play songs repeatedly until i hate it.  * I hate the radio most of the time.  * I download music.  * I buy CDs.  Television:  * I spend at least six hours a day watching television.  * I watch soap operas daily.  * I’m in love with Days Of Our Lives.  * I’ve seen and liked the O.C.  * I’ve seen and liked One Tree Hill.  * I’ve seen and like Americas Next Top Model.  * I’ve seen and like Popular.  * I’ve seen and like 24.  * I’ve seen and liked CSI. * I’ve seen and like Everwood.

Family Life:  * I get along with both of my parents.  * My biological parents are still together.  * I have at least one brother.  * I have at least one sister. * I have at least one step brother/sister.  * I have at least one half brother/sister.  * I’ve been kicked out of the house.  * I’ve ran away from my home.  * I’ve sworn at my parents.  * I’ve made my parents cry.  * I’ve lied to my parents.  * I’ve lied to my parents about where I am.  * I’ve lied to my parents about what I’m doing.  * I’ve lied to my parents so I’d be allowed out.  * I’ve walked out when I’ve been grounded.