A Thoroughly Modern Millie

((Have to go take a final so I’ll finish that after If you want to make it easy for me you...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 13:31:47 -0700

((Have to go take a final so I’ll finish that after

~~If you want to make it easy for me you could always send me a pic for the page~~

~~…250x400 size…~~))

((also updating millie’s relationals page so like if you think you should be on maybe yes?))

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 12:57:51 -0700

((also updating millie’s relationals page so like if you think you should be on maybe yes?))

Œuf (Ples + Millie)

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 12:10:29 -0700

tiktiktikboom:

maybejustaweebit:

tiktiktikboom:

Oh dear. She had the Crazy Hairs too. Ples ran a hand over his own coarse hair, which bent with the motion of his hand, but then stood out at all angles again.

You’re welcome. I wouldn’t want to go through the transition alone. It’s bad. Ah, um, bad, as in, I know what it’s like. A-a-after I woke up, you know, I had no idea what had been done to me. How I had changed. You need blood or something similar, but…a-after my transformation, I didn’t need anything. Except oil, but, I didn’t know until I had practically lost the ability to move…

Well, that was a dumb story, but there it was. It was like some traumatic second puberty, and Ples’ figure suggested that the only sort of transition to adulthood he could ever have experienced was nothing less than awkward.

Given everything that had just happened, Millie was in no position to find Ples’ words humorous. It had probably been horrifying, so impossibly terrible that one’s automatic response was to laugh out of lack of a proper emotion. Millie felt her lips tremble and hid them in her cup, not putting it down until she was thoroughly convinced in her serious manner.

“Well, I guess I’ve gotten used to most of it. This is just the last…hurdle.” That was a way to put it. “Honestly, I’m less worried about, er, getting what I need, and more about, you know…disposal.”

Even if a body is found, I would think the odds of it being traced back to you are slim. U-um, er, unless you’ve been…u-unless you’ve done something a-and your information is part of a police record.

But there are little tricks you can do to keep you, a-and the bodies…out of the way.

Ples, for instance, was a free man, despite all that he had done.

“I haven’t done anything,” Millie snipped, perhaps a bit harsh for someone who has recently been found in a crime scene of her own design. “Though…there was that time in first grade where a police officer came to an assembly and had us do fingerprints in case we got kidnapped. That’s probably not a big deal, right?” She really didn’t need that of all things being what messed her up.

“What do you recommend?”

Œuf (Ples + Millie)

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:57:42 -0700

tiktiktikboom:

Oh dear. She had the Crazy Hairs too. Ples ran a hand over his own coarse hair, which bent with the motion of his hand, but then stood out at all angles again.

You’re welcome. I wouldn’t want to go through the transition alone. It’s bad. Ah, um, bad, as in, I know what it’s like. A-a-after I woke up, you know, I had no idea what had been done to me. How I had changed. You need blood or something similar, but…a-after my transformation, I didn’t need anything. Except oil, but, I didn’t know until I had practically lost the ability to move…

Well, that was a dumb story, but there it was. It was like some traumatic second puberty, and Ples’ figure suggested that the only sort of transition to adulthood he could ever have experienced was nothing less than awkward.

Given everything that had just happened, Millie was in no position to find Ples’ words humorous. It had probably been horrifying, so impossibly terrible that one’s automatic response was to laugh out of lack of a proper emotion. Millie felt her lips tremble and hid them in her cup, not putting it down until she was thoroughly convinced in her serious manner.

“Well, I guess I’ve gotten used to most of it. This is just the last…hurdle.” That was a way to put it. “Honestly, I’m less worried about, er, getting what I need, and more about, you know…disposal.”

Œuf (Ples + Millie)

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 19:01:41 -0700

tiktiktikboom:

maybejustaweebit:

tiktiktikboom:

I understand that it might be…um, s-something to adjust to. But, it’s who you are. There is nothing wrong about that.

Ples leisurely refilled Millie’s tea cup with fresh tea.

“That’s up for debate,” Millie said into her cup, taking a long sip before continuing. There was no use trying to fight it now, though the defeat at the admittance hurt, mingling painfully with the fear of just all that it would mean.

“But…would you help me?”

No, not at all.

Ples put his hand on her head and tucked some stray strands behind her ear. He nodded happily.

That’s what I’m here for, assistance, if nothing else.

Of course, being Millie’s hair, it soon sprung right back because it was terribly stubborn and wouldn’t be told where to be by some old dude. The actual Millie was much more receptive, looking up with large, watery eyes and fumbling with an eager “Thank you.”

peachymints: For character development of course. I miss my OCs...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 18:06:09 -0700

peachymints:

For character development of course.

I miss my OCs right now.

Œuf (Ples + Millie)

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 15:22:02 -0700

tiktiktikboom:

I understand that it might be…um, s-something to adjust to. But, it’s who you are. There is nothing wrong about that.

Ples leisurely refilled Millie’s tea cup with fresh tea.

“That’s up for debate,” Millie said into her cup, taking a long sip before continuing. There was no use trying to fight it now, though the defeat at the admittance hurt, mingling painfully with the fear of just all that it would mean.

“But…would you help me?”

radiomaru: queencorazon: Bitter Orange (x)Written and...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 10:42:01 -0700

radiomaru:

queencorazon:

Bitter Orange (x)
Written and directed by Hope Larson
Starring Brie Larson, Brendan Hines and James Urbaniak

Despite her short skirt and bobbed hair, Myrtle’s no flapper—she’s a career girl with her eye on the prize. But over the course of an evening in the company of Jack, a bootlegger, she’s forced to ask herself what she really wants: a legitimate career, or success at any cost.

You should watch this, it’s lovely.

I’m going to reblog this because it’s easier than figuring out how to post it myself.

BITTER ORANGE!
This is a short film directed by Hope Larson (my wife) starring Brie Larson (Envy from Scott Pilgrim). Check it out!

theladyadelaide: maybejustaweebit: theladyadelaide reblogged your post: theladyadelaide replied...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 09:00:34 -0700

theladyadelaide:

maybejustaweebit:

theladyadelaide reblogged your post: theladyadelaide replied to your post: au where…

(I think it is a great idea. I would help but I am not drunk.. also my feet are cold so I don’t wanna draw.)

dut you don’t draw with your feet

or do yoooooou?

(ffff no I don’t fjkalsd I just can’t concentrate if my feet are cold.)

((you can’t lie to me i know your secrets))

theladyadelaide reblogged your post: theladyadelaide replied to your post: au where… (I...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 00:30:13 -0700

theladyadelaide reblogged your post: theladyadelaide replied to your post: au where…

(I think it is a great idea. I would help but I am not drunk.. also my feet are cold so I don’t wanna draw.)

dut you don’t draw with your feet

or do yoooooou?

theladyadelaide replied to your post: au where everything is the same but every… (You...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 00:26:30 -0700

theladyadelaide replied to your post: au where everything is the same but every…

(You should draw it drunk. because it would be accurate.)

that is a horrible idea

or maybe a great one

i am sleepy

au where everything is the same but every character is dressed as a stripper

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 00:23:46 -0700

au where everything is the same but every character is dressed as a stripper

cdwalker: maybejustaweebit: cdwalker: maybejustaweebit: Good. On both counts. I don’t feel like...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 23:52:21 -0700

cdwalker:

maybejustaweebit:

cdwalker:

maybejustaweebit:

Good. On both counts. I don’t feel like there’s many uses for it beyond making my life painful.

*As Millie is hardly expecting an apology anyway, she doesn’t really pick up on it.*

Well I’ll make sure not t’make your life any more painful than it already is.

[She blinks and then scratches at the side of her face.]

Er.

Well not like that I mean.

…

Y’know what I mean.

…No, and actually it’s making me worried that someone does in fact want to pour holy water all over me.

If there is please tell me. Do you know something? I should prepare for that.

Uh. Not that I know of.

[She shrugs.]

I jus’ meant that m’not gonna cause y’any more grief. Y’know.

Well, ahm. Thank you? Don’t think you’be caused me much grief previously…

lily-violet-rose: Dear Creature’s Fall 2012 collection.

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 23:03:52 -0700

lily-violet-rose:

Dear Creature’s Fall 2012 collection.

+ragingrabble, +walkingwolf

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 22:59:17 -0700

walkingwolf:

maybejustaweebit:

walkingwolf:

maybejustaweebit:

walkingwolf:

maybejustaweebit:

Oh I’m sorry. Have you been waiting there long?

Oh — no I haven’t, miss. I am Charlotte Walker. And your name would be…? I do so like knowing the identity of those I interact with.

*Millie looks up, her face a bit skeptical* You wouldn’t happen to either go by Charlie or know someone who does, would you?

I’ve been known by that nickname on occasion, yes, but it’s not preferred. I apologize: I do not know anyone by that name.

Oh, sorry. Just thought it was something. Common name, I guess. I’m Millie, by the way.

It likely is. When I was young, many of my friends were some variation on Charlotte or Charlie, yes. And it’s a pleasure to meet you, Millie. [Charlotte extends a slender hand to shake.]

Oh, I certainly understand that. “Millie” just came out of there being too many Emilys in my elementary school.

*She takes the hand and shakes* Nice to meet you as well.

cdwalker: maybejustaweebit: Good. On both counts. I don’t feel like there’s many uses for it...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 22:56:30 -0700

cdwalker:

maybejustaweebit:

Good. On both counts. I don’t feel like there’s many uses for it beyond making my life painful.

*As Millie is hardly expecting an apology anyway, she doesn’t really pick up on it.*

Well I’ll make sure not t’make your life any more painful than it already is.

[She blinks and then scratches at the side of her face.]

Er.

Well not like that I mean.

…

Y’know what I mean.

…No, and actually it’s making me worried that someone does in fact want to pour holy water all over me.

If there is please tell me. Do you know something? I should prepare for that.

Œuf (Ples + Millie)

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 22:53:33 -0700

tiktiktikboom:

maybejustaweebit:

tiktiktikboom:

maybejustaweebit:

Millie reacted quite contrarily to the help, only folding up tighter, one arm trying to cover her head while the other clamped over her mouth. She shut her eyes and covered her ears, trying to block out everything, to put everything in her head on pause and just stop for a while.

“It’s o-okay. Just—I’ll be fine.” Her voice came out tiny, her head shaking lightly in a poor attempt to get him away. She didn’t want him there. She didn’t want to be there, not in this position with anything less than composure and positivity.

Oh no. Ples knew this, too. Maybe she needed less stimulation. He left Millie’s side, switched off the lights, and shut up. He didn’t touch her, just waited.

She eventually calmed, taking slow, cautious breaths as she unfolded herself, her back becoming rigidly straight and upright in contrast to her embarrassing posture a moment before. “Sorry. It’s…you can turn the lights back on.”

O-oh, right, right…

He dashed over to the switch and flipped it up.

I. Sometimes, i-it would help me if the lights were off…

…I’m sorry.

What should he do now? He approached Millie slowly. He used to like it when his mother would push her fingers through his unruly hair, but he didn’t want to touch Millie unless he knew that she felt better and that the stimulation wouldn’t make things worse or trigger another…attack.

Are you all right now? Do you need more tea?

“Tea, yeah,” Millie replied quickly, wiping at her eyes. “I’m fine, really. Just…I don’t know. Me being silly.” She tried to downplay it, quickly becoming embarrassed by the situation she’d put herself in, and for the second time that evening. At least it was Ples. She wondered what exactly he meant by it helping him, though.

snowshu: 8)

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 14:31:12 -0700

snowshu:

8)

cdwalker: maybejustaweebit: cdwalker: maybejustaweebit replied to your post: Are you done being...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 12:36:43 -0700

cdwalker:

maybejustaweebit:

cdwalker:

maybejustaweebit replied to your post: Are you done being needlessly bitter today?

Yeah, er… Worth told me about you and Veser and…that.

..Right.

Well.

Sorry if I uh. Hurt you or somethin’. [She’s deliberately not making eye contact.]

So long as I’m not shoved into direct sunlight or a fountain of holy water, I’m typically okay. *She tries to give a smile to note everything being okay, bu notices she’s not really being looked at.*

Something the matter?

Nah m’jus’ tired. Hehe. [She turns her gaze back up and offers a reassuring grin.]

An’ no worries. I don’ carry holy water with me. Don’ have enough of a use for that t’do so. Heheh..

[She rubs at the back of her head awkwardly. Yeah she’s not good at apologies of any sort.]

Good. On both counts. I don’t feel like there’s many uses for it beyond making my life painful.

*As Millie is hardly expecting an apology anyway, she doesn’t really pick up on it.*

cdwalker: maybejustaweebit replied to your post: Are you done being needlessly bitter today? ...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 12:19:12 -0700

cdwalker:

maybejustaweebit replied to your post: Are you done being needlessly bitter today?

Yeah, er… Worth told me about you and Veser and…that.

..Right.

Well.

Sorry if I uh. Hurt you or somethin’. [She’s deliberately not making eye contact.]

So long as I’m not shoved into direct sunlight or a fountain of holy water, I’m typically okay. *She tries to give a smile to note everything being okay, bu notices she’s not really being looked at.*

Something the matter?