Leave it Alone Photoshoot

So Hayley Williams has a song called Leave it Alone from her new album 'Petals for Armour' and I've been obsessed with it since it released. The whole album really.

Sometimes when I went out walking I started noticing wild roses coming into bloom. I wanted to recreate this look even though I have absolutely no skills and or supplies, but I would put it off because I knew I wouldn't be able to do anything remotely similar and I wasn't sure if my idea would even work. But then some of the wild bushes I have access to were either slowly losing their petals or a hassle to get to and I was running out of time to do this project if I really wanted to do it which I did. I also didn't really want to explain this project to my family because they question my sanity enough as it is.

Anyways this is such iconic look and there would have been so much effort put into this. My attempt is loosely based on this look. My supplies were wild rose petals, a couple other de-bugged weeds, honey, and a cheap paintbrush.
Literally that's it.

So I knew it was going to be interesting to say the least.
It didn't work out but honestly considering everything it was the best I could have expected.
Sorry these photos are terrible quality. It was fun to do the project which is the main thing.
I like to think Hayley would appreciate the effort.

When my brief trial run showed potential

The petals would eventually wilt against my body heat and the honey would roll off my face after awhile. And this all took absolutely forever to put on which is why I didn't end up doing the zipties in my hair because by that point everything was all very close to completely falling off.

The struggle was very real

Can I just acknowledge the honey somehow managed to keep those stems there? I mean clearly everything was slipping and dripping everywhere but considering everything I was impressed.
I didn't get to half I wanted to but honestly I wasn't sure I'd get this far.
If nothing else I laughed at myself which isn't hard but still.

Strange Rambles About Aesthetics and Fae Cryptids

Keep in mind there's a whole slew of other aesthetics I love but this is more relating to the earthy faeish kind I guess? I'm not sure what you'd call it.

I've always loved aesthetics even before I knew what aesthetics were. And magical things and stories. I was the kid that would forget I was pretending and would get way too personally and emotionally involved in whatever it was I was doing. I also was a very logical, analytical child. I was Alice in Wonderland being very logical over things that didn't make sense to begin with. I was one of those kids that told other kids that Ring-Around-the-Rosie was about the plague. I was weirdly obsessed with wild feral things and that never really went away. Even how some pretty things seemed a bit feral. And like most kids I was afraid of the dark, open closets, and underneath my bed.

So Folklore and Cryptids were always interesting before I even knew it was a whole thing that existed. There was so many aspects of it I liked. Nothing of the demonic kind because I hate that kind. I just like the myth, the story, the aesthetic of it. The earthiness of it. I'm not even talking about the dark kind I mean there's such a beautiful kind too. It's those moments watching thunderstorms and heavy down pour. The dew on flowers in the morning.  Old mossy, gnarled trees. The webby aged feel of it even if it's new.

I love the feel of a ghost story. The strange prickle you get when something is off. Or mysterious characters like Rumpelstiltskin who come in with their under-handed deals and careful wording. You don't tell them your name. You never eat the fairy food, kind of like Hades and Persephone.  Don't step into a fairy ring. You never make a deal with the fae because it's costs much more than you think. How there's places you have to follow an exact path to get somewhere even if the path doesn't make sense, because you will never find the place again if you don't. The prettiness and richness of glamours covering the rot underneath making it seem more than it is. Magic having a price.

I love places that feel alive and old and there's part of you that knows to be careful. No one even has to tell you. Places like Ireland (I have never been but would love to) that just seem so wild and untamed and beautiful at the same time. It's in the aesthetics of the seasons.

I love the stories that get passed along. Especially because myths/legends usually have a basis somewhere even if the story is unrecognizably distorted and even if the source of it is silly. It's the intrigue I guess. It's like Friday the 13th or April Fools Day. It's really no different from any other day but it's fun I guess. It's a small thing that adds interest to something completely ordinary.

Anyways, I love it 

Things like: (In the aesthetics department)

American Gothic 

Dark Academia (not the occult aspect because why?)

The cheesy fun of Halloween 

The pastels of Easter and spring

Berries and milk 

Moss 

Summer nights 

Lots of things

Things like: (Cryptids I find fun)

The Not-Deer (My personal current favourite)

The Mothman

Bigfoot

General lake monsters

The iconic look of a Wendigo although it would be totally terrifying

El Chupacabra

I don't know just general kinds.

It's just a fun concept. Like a Halloween or Christmas themed episode in a show is exciting.

Sorry this is a mess. I did label it Strange Rambles so there is that. You had fair warning.

Random Movies

I've seen a few random movies lately. I'm sure there's more that I've forgotten about

Shazam, which personally I thought was terrible, but entertaining as me and my sister made fun of it the entire time. I did enjoy different parts or lines from it though. I could kind of see what they were trying to go for with the movie but they didn't manage to pull it off.

Into the Spider-Verse which I thought was amazing

Peter B Parker is just me as a person through the whole movie

The Proposal starring Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds. I'm a sucker for the fake dating/fake married trope. Loved it. Couple minor things in there I could have lived without but I really enjoyed it.

Five Feet Apart was sad at least later in the movie, but I knew that going in. I liked it. I'd seen a couple edits and knew Cole Sprouse was in it and it seemed fitting. I have some thoughts but I won't bother getting into it

Split/Glass with James McAvoy and Anya Taylor Joy. I really liked them both. I know it's a terrible representation of DID but that aside I really enjoyed the movies. I'm still not over them actually, I got way more invested than I'd expected. I re-realized that James McAvoy is an incredible actor and I have another monster boi  and final girl I'm way too attached to.

I finished Matt Smith's Doctor Who seasons which I've been dragging out for a hellishly long time but finally binge watched the last few episodes to rip it off like a bandaid. I'm still emotional

March Week

I've been working on a story idea I've had recently. As far as actual written story goes...

This is sort of a rough prologue thing I guess? So maybe it does count as something story wise, not that it matters. This is more for me than anything.

It was the stint of time before March Week in which the smart left on vacation, locals locked their houses, brown bags carried more than whiskey, and the Witchery stocked up on ingredients.

The town had been plagued by a strange phenomenon for the last few years. Sometimes it was just a dark swirl in the sky. Sometimes it caused storms and was a general nuisance to the fishing boats as it scared the fish, and no one could predict when it would happen next. Once it had caused a thick fog to fall on the town for two days. On more than one occasion it was blamed for crimes it hadn't really caused.

One benefit of the occurrence was that it bothered the mermaids who lived in the harbour and were known to kidnap humans. Their, at least temporary, disappearance was a great relief to everyone.

It had been early discovered that no one could do anything about it. It was a freak storm that they just had to weather out. It was wildly unpredictable and sometimes happened for days at a time. At others, it happened only a couple times a year. For the most part they had learned to live with it but it was incredibly inconvenient when they organized a large yearly event- namely the yearly fireworks.

When the fireworks were to be held, there was a period of about a week in which anyone that could do magic tried everything they could to prevent the occurrence from happening- at least until the event was over. This resulted in the generally accepted name of 'March Week' which was more a reference to the phrase 'mad as a march hare' rather than it occurring in the month of March specifically. As no one knew how to actually prevent the occurrence from happening, the magic users grew increasingly wild with throwing out any spells they thought might help and the non magic users growing increasingly irritated with the magicians which led to the madness of what made March Week.


This idea is supposed to be set in a small magical seaside town. Magical in a more...Diana Wynne Jones way. She's been a huge inspiration for this. Probably too much. I have a more or less main character called Ridley Goth who works at the Witchery or lives there, I don't know yet. She has a memory problem so she takes a lot of photos and has notes and stuff.

Things. Details. Stuff.
I have a board if anyone is curious.
March Week

Bugs Bunny Headcanon

This is a super random post but I'd forgotten about this story and thought it was entertaining. It's also incredibly short. 

So a few years ago my Grandpa and Uncle were doing a motorcycle trip in the States and they came to the famous Albuquerque intersection and they decided to try take the left turn at Albuquerque and it led them to a casino apparently. So it's a family headcanon that Bugs Bunny is a gambling addict. I wish I could remember if they said the name of the casino it would make this story more legit sounding. But it did in fact happen as far as I've been told. 

I just can't help but laugh and admire the commitment that they had to make a detour in their motorcycle trip for this. They saw the opportunity and they took it.

Strange Moths

I wasn't going to do a post today. I still felt a little exhausted after my last post and couldn't believe it had been a week already. I don't really know if I have a blogging schedule but it might be sporadic for the next while. Who knows what will happen.

Anyways I found this moth around and because I have a need to pick things up like a goblin, I did. It's called a cabbage moth and (the caterpillars) are really bad for plants but I also get excited when I see them flying around because it's like little white butterflies. 

I have no idea why but it stuck around with me for awhile. I wasn't even just sitting still. I tried to feed it grape juice which didn't work. I have no idea what moths eat. I watered some plants. I changed settings on my camera to take a picture of it, walked around outside with it, walked around inside with it, grabbed some food for myself, moved it around to sit on my knee. it wasn't going anywhere. I've never had a bug sit on me for so long before with the exception of possibly some honeybees but they don't really count as the same thing. Yes, I know that sounds weird but my mom started petting bees and picking them up off the sidewalk one day and I never stopped doing it myself after. There's a kind of power you feel carrying and petting bees. It's a thing I do. Respect the thing.

Anyways back to the subject...

Me and my entire family thought maybe it was going to die on me but it ended up flying away so...I guess I may have indirectly killed half our future plants which my sister nicely said is most likely but hey.

If anyone ever asked me what my days are like I really wouldn't know what to tell them

Geraniums, Poets and Pirates

We had a geranium sitting in water and I wanted to take photos. Because I can never make things simple for myself I thought a half-dead geranium seemed to suit a slightly sad poet vibe. Cue a photoshoot instead of just a photo of a flower.

I had an idea for a geranium with a violin.

And then it somehow morphed into a romantic looking piratey thing because I didn't take into consideration that dead flowers and old books make things look romantic. I was making imitation looking rum and absinthe at 11:00 o'clock at night.  The rum was a lot lighter in person than it is in the photos.

My whole process in a nutshell

Anyways without further ado...

Sorry if any of these photos were hard to see