Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

spitegoblin:

I’m curious– What style of clothing would y'all wear if public ridicule, financial limitations, and general inconvenience weren’t a thing?

I’d wear ball gowns; I’m talmbout big, flowy, fluffy chiffon and taffeta 1980s prom night sequined nightmares. Catch me buying Hot Pockets at the Wal*Mart looking like Jennifer Connelly’s hallucination in Labyrinth.

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Anonymous asked: I think the earliest really formative movie I remember was Labyrinth, I was equally interested in being Sarah or the Goblin King.

sarahtaylorgibson:

Honestly same. 

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novellaqueen:

but mom, i don’t wanna be an adult anymore. i wanna be the goblin king. the glitter?? the drama?? that collar?? those eyebrows?? making it impossible for guests to get to my house by putting it in the middle of an actual labyrinth?? i’m perfect for the job

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Anonymous asked: For the song otp thing, bicycle race by queen

I see you trying to trip me up and all I have to say is: I hope this is as weird as you expected it to be.  I feel like it fits the tone of the song.  Two OTP’s, even though only half of each pairing is present, and I guess this is more like…the start of plot than just an OTP thing.

“Once upon a time, there was a girl,” the girl with the long hair murmurs, “and what no one knew was that the King of the Goblins had fallen in love with the girl, and he had given her certain powers.  Which I thought included a sense of direction, but clearly not,” she adds with a scowl, her helmet tucked under one arm and her hip propped against the motorcycle behind her.  “Snickers, where are we?”

The goblin in question peers out of her pack—where she firmly stuffed him out of sight because wow she is not explaining that to any cops who happen to pull her over—and stares, wide-eyed, up at the town in front of them. It looks…odd.  The town, not the goblin, Snickers looks pretty much how he normally does except slightly less chocolate-smeared, because it’s been a good six hours since their last stop at a gas station and his beloved candy bars have since run out.  But the town…

Well. Sarah’s not going to call the Arbys with the glowing lights overhead, the park in the distance surrounded by a twelve-foot fence topped with barbed wire (helpfully labeled ‘Dog Park: Do Not Enter, Look At, or Think About’ to Sarah’s unusually good eyes), or the house apparently under a pillar of divine light the weirdest thing she’s ever seen. But she’s maybe considering adding it to the list.

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generalmercer:

maybe i have a faulty understanding about how this works but like. i never understood the whole “one of us only tells the truth, the other only lies” like…. just ask them a question you know the answer to. what days christmas. the fucker over here going “april 7th” is the liar. problem solved

Because I’m me and kind of a pedant…

The critical third rule to this game is “You can only ask one question total.”  So you have the one who always lies in front of one door, for example, and the one who always tells the truth in front of the other door, say, and then you can ask ONE question that has to tell you everything you need to know.  Generally, if you can get the answer you need, finding out if you’ve asked the liar is a nonissue.

Exempli gratia: in Labyrinth, when Sarah is faced with the situation, she asks one of the two “would the other one tell me that this door leads to the castle.”  When the answer is yes, she knows that the other door leads to the castle and the one she’s facing leads to certain death.  This is because, if the guard she asked was the liar, she knows the other guard would tell her no, this door does not lead to the castle.  If the guard she asked was not the liar, she knows that the other guard would tell her yes, this door would lead to the castle, and it would be a lie.  QED, the other door leads to the castle.  The fact that Sarah falls down a hole does not change this, because she does eventually reach the castle and Jareth is kind of a cheat.  A faerie cheat, but still.

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Stranger Labyrinth

So, on the subject of ‘things i finished a while back and needed to post,’ this is Part Two of this thing.  It’s basically shippy nonsense and discussion of how Sarah Williams is a weird motherfucker.

“So who’s Sarah?” Jonathan asked after they’d eaten dinner—just takeout, because they were both feeling particularly lazy.  He was toying with the folded bit of notebook paper with Sarah’s number on it, curious, and Nancy smiled as she dropped the last few dishes they’d used into the drying rack.  She padded over, barefoot with her hair loose around her shoulders, and settled herself in his lap without so much as an ‘as you please’.  He wrapped his arms around her snugly and tucked her back against his chest, his chin hooked over her shoulder like a little boy.

“Sarah,” Nancy said, reaching out to play with the paper herself, “is the girl who recited Der Erlkonig in its original German.  She’s a freshman and she’s…odd.”

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lathori asked: Darling, dear, love. You've watched Stranger Things. You love Labyrinth. You are free from your internship. Stranger Things/Labyrinth Crossover we discussed. Nancy and Jonathan are my baby monster hunters. Sarah and Nancy meet in college. Go forth <3

LAURENS, your timing is a dream, I just finished the first part of that.  It’s going to be a longer thing, because of course it is, and I’m going to post it piecemeal under the tag “Stranger Labyrinth AU” because if people can portmanteau character names into increasingly worrying sexual diseases, I can do that.

It was the girl’s smile that drew Nancy’s eye, the first time.  There was something about it, something off-kilter and a little familiar—it was the smile of someone laughing at a joke no one else understood.  Harder than pure humor, somehow, as if looking out at the world and saying you poor oblivious bastards all the while.

There were days where Nancy lived that smile.  She hadn’t gone a day without seeing it on a face since she was in high school.  Her brother had it, sometimes, her boyfriend, often, she could feel it curve her lips every time someone suggested a horror movie. They sort of lost their thrill, when you’d lived one.

So when she saw the girl sitting alone at a table in the quad, long dark hair swinging loose and her lovely face turned up toward the sun, Nancy walked over.

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