The Kids Get Some Rest

Dr. Nico

Arizona Gothic

× Summer started in May. It is still Summer, even though it is already the end of October.

× The scorpions are hiding. They are the sand, the wall, the cement. Only the green glow of their bodies at night alow us to slay them.

× There isn't a cloud in sight. The vast blue stretches hopelessly for miles farther than you can see. There is no end to the sky. There never has been, never will be.

× It's only 100°F outside. You thank the sun for being merciful.

× The rain is coming. You can tell by the wall of dust that's rolling toward your town.

× Monsoons have filled the parks with ponds. People swim and kiak there, happy that the ground was too hard to be pelted away by the rain. We do not wish to see what is underneith.

× The sun is bright and for once the wind is cool and gentle. You close your eyes and for a moment you imagine it's a lovely summer day. But it's only the dellusions of an early November.

× The lizards are about.

× The Cooing Doves gather in droves. They are mindless, yet organized. You wonder where they come from.

× Don't go into the desert at night. The military appriciates your cooperation.

× It's lightning storm season. The tease of rain is in the air, but it will never come.

× It's raining, it's pouring, it's unyeilding and destroying.

yknow that thing dog owners do when they put food in their dogs mouth and dont let them eat it until they say so

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Okay I’ve said this a bunch in my tags and to some friends, but Dick Grayson’s temper is unironically my favorite thing about his character

You’re probably thinking “Lucy that’s insane why would you love the thing he’s most ashamed of???” and let me tell you my dear friends, it’s because bad anger issues is the PERFECT foil to all of Dick’s positive traits

Dick is very outwardly perfect. He’s kind and polite to everyone he meets, he very easy going and laid back, he’s funny and insanely charming, he’s handsome and can basically befriend any one. So him having a really bad temper clashes HARD with the rest of his character traits

Dick can jump from 0 to 100 real quick when he’s angry, and his anger problems were always something he struggled to over come and had a lot of different ways to keep himself grounded so he didn’t snap at people

Most of the time it was pacing, doing gymnastic moves, removing himself from the situation if he knew he couldn’t handle it without blowing up

He’s also broken a lot of thing. The panel of him braking his car radio lives in my mind rent free.

Dick as always been an explosive character, so it would make sense that his flaws would also be explosive! The intensity of his rage always matched the intensity of the other ways he expressed himself, and think when they stopped making it so prevalent in his character he became a lot blander.

So basically what I’m saying is; DC give Dick his feral rage back!!! He’s not the same without it!!!

Southwest Gothic II

jackalopes are funny, but el chupacabra isn’t. and when the coyote howls you wonder if you should be relieved. Something bigger didn’t eat them.

route 66 is still the old post-card of American Nostalgia, except for when you’re driving past and it’s dark and you watch dust devils spin past you on the side of the road as you approach a lone gas station with a flickering street lamp. this place was forgotten long ago, and it’s not pleased to see you.

on that note, route 666 would make even the most staunch atheist uneasy.

you bought a tacky glass paperweight with a scorpion inside, but today you swear it moved

teddy bear cacti.

the ghosts have “types” of course. you know them by heart: miner, native, nun, cowboy, and scorned woman/prostitute.

but nothing can prepare you for the last kind of ghost or spirit – it isn’t a person, it has no one name, but it belongs there and it slides into the bodies of scorpions and under the scales of rattlesnakes, warning you off. Some might call it death itself – the desert’s most powerful ghost, the hallucinations of heatstroke, the dryness in your mouth, the hot, baked air that tempts you to your knees, to rest your head, or to wander off the hiking trail past petroglyphs and towards the glimmer in the distance where other bleached bones lay. death belongs to us, she is ours. and you are hers. take water with you. 

offerings for santa muerta. dia de los muertos – where the whole family goes to clean the graves and ask, not jokingly, did you hear them, mija? (You do. There are always voices on the wind).

the leylines are probably all hooey from snowbirds, but the different tribes all have their own stories about their land and the reservations, and if you’re related, you’ve heard them, and you know. The desert is big and it is alive. you might not “open your chakras” in sedona, but you will listen to your elders. it is in your best interest not to wake anything up you shouldn’t. 

rivers with no water, forests of stone, blood red rocks, sandstorms which overtake you, and the sweet smell of creosote after a rain bringing short relief from anything that might be hungry and waiting.

the ghost towns are empty, except when they aren’t and you need to run.

“r u a boy or a girl?” i am a forest fire. and i am the forest fire. and i am the fire and i am the forest and i am the witness watching it

soul on fire

[ Liar. ]

Cross my heart

and hope to die

stick a needle in my eye

wait a moment,

i spoke a lie

i never really

wanted to die.

but if i may

and if i might

my heart is open

for tonight

though my lips are sealed

and a promise is true

i won't break my word

my word to you.

Cross my heart

hope to die

stick a needle in my eye.

a secret's a secret

my word is forever

i will tell no one

about your cruel endeavor.

you claim no pain

but i see right through

your words in

everything you do.

teary eyes

broken heart

life has torn

you apart

Cross my heart

hope to die

stick a needle in my eye

i loved you then

i love you now

i'll still love you

though i'll break my vow.

i can't hold this secret

any longer

it's hurting you

not making you stronger.

you're my friend

so i'll risk your respect

by hurting you

i can protect

i'll save yourself

since you will not

you might hate me

but i'll give it a shot.

i'm willing to risk

our bond that we own

so long as you're safe

you won't be alone.

Cross my heart

hope to die

stick a needle in my eye

break my promise

tell a lie

save my friend

though, maybe it's 'bye.'

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