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zerimarclassics · 3 years
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Leave the severed thing on the floor. #zerimarclassics #tiktok #videos #horrorandchill #scarythings https://www.instagram.com/p/CRer5qUDl6S/?utm_medium=tumblr
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zerimarclassics · 3 years
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***WEDNESDAY REVIEW*** At long last! Excuse me I’ve been sick. ⬇️ Another #disneymovie that is about the villain origins because we live in an age where we now need the explanation on how the Princess turned into the dark Queen. I understand this and #curelladevil has been one of my favorite crazy Disney Villians of all time. Maleficent wins all, however. Anyway, this movie paints a rather successful image of an ambitious young girl into an equally ambitious (albeit rather damaged) young woman. FASHION GALORE IN THIS! Some of the outfits are truly remarkable and I would LOVE to attend a fashion show that lets me trash a place. Might feel obligated to assist in clean up though. As for the Dalmatian controversy that has been surrounding this movie. It’s not what you think. That’s all I will say. I suggest you watch it with an open mind and expect - weird Curella DeVil. If she doesn’t scare you. No evil thing will. #moviereview #blackandwhite #fashion #dalmation #controversy #wednesdaymoviereview #zerimarclassics #sophiereviews https://www.instagram.com/p/CQfOpuHly2C/?utm_medium=tumblr
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zerimarclassics · 4 years
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zerimarclassics · 3 years
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From last night AND YOU SHOULD BE PAYING ATTENTION TO MY STORY AND BIO HIGHLIGHTS! I post lots of stuff up in there all the ding dang time. Also since I completely missed yesterday- here’s today. The movie Thirteen was a pivotal movie for me growing up. I still watch it today and it gives me the same chills as before. #tiktok #zerimarclassics #thirteenmovie #moviereview #comingofage #checkmybio #seehighlights #notyouraveragewriter #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #writersofig https://www.instagram.com/p/CORJsqflC_O/?igshid=tz3b96lmsntf
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zerimarclassics · 3 years
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****WEDNESDAY REVIEW**** NO SPOILERS HERE! Like most Disney movies - it made me cry. However, I was watching them with my family and we gotta be strong for the kiddies. I feel this came at a good time and talks about something that resonated very loudly with me. Aside from the obvious cultural influences, there are some valuable lessons very well hidden behind adorable characters and even more adorable lines. It’s good to see a variety of characters all working towards one goal but at the same time - not. The animation is INCREDIBLE! If you watch it for anything, watch it for that. You might get teary eyed and full of good feelings. Let me know what you think. #rayathelastdragon #raya #sisu #dragon #sisuedragon #lastdragon #zerimarclassics #moviereview #reviews #wednesdayreview #wednesdaymoviereview #sophiereviews #reviewersofinstagram #disney #disneyondemand #disneyplus https://www.instagram.com/p/CMQfQ5qFs22/?igshid=ecv3s6z49gfl
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zerimarclassics · 3 years
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***WEDNESDAY REVIEW*** the cutest thing in the world. ⬇️ I don’t understand why I love this movie so much, but I do. You start with the rising action before back tracking into the proper introduction of the characters. I��ve felt a strong connection with the main character for many reasons. Primarily the “weird art” part. The entire family has little things that you fall in love with before everything else happens. It’s a fun movie and I think it’ll fit for everyone, if not be some fun background music for you while cleaning the house. #netflixoriginal #family #comingofage #machines #sophiereviews #zerimarclassics #wednesdayreviews https://www.instagram.com/p/CQw7H8YH-hM/?utm_medium=tumblr
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zerimarclassics · 3 years
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***WEDNESDAY REVIEW*** I love Billie Holiday. There’s absolutely zero guessing needed to understand what kind of life she could had had. When she passed away, she was near penniless. With seventy cents in her bank account, cirrhosis of the liver and a legacy left behind her. They tried to arrest her in bed while she lay dying. For what? Being black, high, and singing one of the most pivotal songs in the history of the United States. This movie talks about Billie. Her struggles and want to just sing a song that was so close to her heart. I think you should watch it. It’s a long one so park it but it’s also a very good one. #billieholiday #strangefruit #theunitedstatesvsbillieholiday #moviereviews #zerimarclassics #jazz #blues #sophiefrands #notyouraveragewriter #wednesdayreview #music #biographicalfilm https://www.instagram.com/p/CNG1KONFTAS/?igshid=1odt87akx96kl
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zerimarclassics · 3 years
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***WEDNESDAY REVIEW*** I HAD FEELINGS AND THEY WERE GOOD ONES! One of my bestest friends suggested I watched this, and I did, and I loved it. The plot line is revenge, with a Long Island Ice Tea kind of mix. Every sip is a different flavor of crazy. You’ll see at least ONE familiar actor and be ready to have your gut punched right when you think everything is working out. I am also a fan of her nail polish. Adding on to this, I have been in the brain fog this character is in. You become engrossed and obsessed with one thing, or like in my case, nothing at all. Others continue to say there is something desperately wrong with you, but you either remain fixated or go full on self destruction. I enjoyed it. Let me know if you have a movie you’d like me to watch. Toodles! #femalelead #moviereviews #revenge #revengeplot #thriller #comedy #zerimarclassics #notyouraveragewriter #wednesdayreviews #doyouevenreadthese https://www.instagram.com/p/CM01UQAFDQ1/?igshid=1p5a4hv2mejmx
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zerimarclassics · 3 years
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I FREAKING LOVE IT! Don’t get me wrong ⬇️ I love getting feedback on the things I post up. I like talking about it. It’s just kind of a surprise when people I have known my entire life talk to me about what I posted or leave me comments asking legitimate questions. Or suggest new things for me to do. I’m just not used to people talking to me about my interests or etc and because of that I tend to Ungracefully flail and squeak out a “thank you”. So thank you. #tiktok #zerimarclassics #notyouraveragewriter #writersofinstagram #writercommunity #writercommunityofinstagram #family #friends #newthings https://www.instagram.com/p/CNjMgPtlIoQ/?igshid=1rfvx96fe85f8
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zerimarclassics · 3 years
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I’ve been using a dating app and CANNOT continue a conversation with a guy if I ask a question and they come back with “you’re pretty”. I appreciate the compliment, but when it is applied appropriately.
Also not working if my comment or question is blatantly ignored because you like my skin.
No, Buffalo Bill. I want conversation. Not lotion. It clogs my pores.
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zerimarclassics · 3 years
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If this gets to 3k you get a live whatever with Sophie. Who thinks it’ll happen? 😳 #tiktok #goinglive #zerimarclassics #nuthinbutlove #notyouraveragewriter https://www.instagram.com/p/CLxRJs4la2R/?igshid=1d7220qoqqxx
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zerimarclassics · 3 years
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ITS SOPHIE IN HER NATURAL HABITAT! to anyone who is NOT family and just joined me - hai. Thank you. This is why I’m doing any and all of this. ⬇️ My hopes is that I will already have a fairly okay following of people in the interwebs who like what I already do and so will be encouraged to read what I put out. There are rules: 1) you won’t be seeing my family on Instagram or TikTok. I have promised them this. A majority of my family are just not comfortable with the idea of coming out in either one for any reason. As their family, I respect that and abide by their wishes. 2) I’m very particular in what I’d like to talk about. I’m too lazy for drama and my mouth can get me in trouble. I do still have a day job and need to keep it. But if you’d like me to talk, or review something- I am more than happy to and will be honest if I just don’t feel comfortable doing it. 3) No, I am not perfect and my life is just as stressful as everyone else’s. I do not put up any kind of illusion- I just chose what you lovely people get to see. Do I have a Facebook? Yes, but it is mostly dedicated to the same things you see on my Instagram. Also under a different name. 👍 I hope to gather more interaction in the coming year. And No. I don’t always look like the above. HUGS AND KISSES! BE SAFE! #writersofinstagram #family #rules #zerimarclassics #storytime #curlyhair #curlyhairroutine #welcometoinstagram #introduction #welcome #moviereviews #reviews #wednesdayreview #subtitles https://www.instagram.com/p/CI6Fipcll1m/?igshid=ceqag0brjtkh
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zerimarclassics · 4 years
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***WEDNESDAY REVIEW*** who doesn’t love things by Stephen King? In The Tall Grass is an inception brain hurting combination of circle plots. We start off fairly - normal, with our above featured lady having to make a difficult decision. While on a road trip to this decision with her brother, human kindness takes over and they end up stuck In a gigantic grass field, which I feel is much more common on the east coast than in Arizona. Stephen King likes to make you think. Think about yourself, your decisions and what you do with the world from here on out. The same repetition often gets us the same result. In this dramatic spell, and one very VERY gross scene - well everyone dies. I will always rush head first into a Stephen King anything. I don’t care how confusing it might be. #horrormovies #horrormoviereview #stephenking #basedon #wednesdayreview #zerimarclassics #inthetallgrass #netflix #netflixoriginal #spookyseason #suspense #thriller #circleplot #everyonedies https://www.instagram.com/p/CFfR-1Bl7Ce/?igshid=1fp6nhutvxsmi
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zerimarclassics · 3 years
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GUESS WHATS COMING WEDNESDAY! Few people know what it feels like to see something on tv and go “THATS WHAT I SEE!” I was in the middle of deciding if I liked the show or not and then it got to something I have written about on my tumblr. I forget sometimes tumblr isn’t the friendliest place if you don’t have an account. So I’ve decided if i post something on there - I’ll just lazily crop it and put it here. Comment, like and share and SEEEEE YOU WEDNESDAY!!! #thehauntingofblymanor #haunting #netflixseries #zerimarclassics #ghoststories #spookyseason #spiritualmedium #ghostwhisper #yourexperience #shareyourstory #tumblr https://www.instagram.com/p/CGfl5RelzNV/?igshid=w277j9786rf8
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zerimarclassics · 5 years
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THE ARCANA MC STORY
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First off, I CANNOT DRAW! I make a valiant effort though and - well - failed. So here if a brief little bit on my MC. Well - one of them.  This will soon make sense. (Also she is minus the sombrero and braids, of course. Hair is wild and free baby!!)
Maryssa Craven is based highly off of Soldaderas Mexicana’s of my own culture as a Chicana. 
This image is a good depiction of the Soldadera nature and what they were known for. Being young, wild, and free. The soldiers of the Mexican Revolution would sing songs about how beautiful their women were to distract the enemy and make it look like THEIR troops were weak. So the more beautiful the women sounded, the more vicious the troop. 
This is Maryssa to a T. She will fight for her own and for the people and things she loves the most, but she is actually kind of quiet. She’ll talk and hold conversations with anyone, but she rarely starts them. She has a very expressive face though and hazel eyes, so they can look like any color under the right light. Don’t immediately assume that because she is quiet that she stays that way. She can hold her own if she has to and will speak up if she really has to. Also, if you seem interesting enough, she will come up and talk to you first.  She was also known to be a rather fiery flirt. Very blunt and would dress rather plainly in comparison to the other girls of her culture and yes, she had a band of girls she would get intro trouble with OFTEN, but a bat of those long eyelashes and a flash of those pretty teeth; she managed to make some close friends fast. 
She had hair that’s so black it looks almost dark purple or blue when the sun hits it, but it is indeed black. She wears a faded maroon dress and off-white shirt (like the image above), with a forest green shawl that she wraps around her hair and shoulders but somehow ALWAYS gets lost. Which is another way she ends up meeting friends. 
Maryssa: [to random stranger, who either got wacked with a flying shawl or grabbed it from a high ledge for her] Oh, thanks. That thing flies away all the time. I swear I tied it this time. 
She thinks spiders are cute, but hates grasshoppers. She is a spontaneous hugger, excited hitter, and will happy tackle glomp you if she is excited enough. At the same time, don’t get her mad. If she does this when she is happy, blood floods the streets when she’s mad. My headcanon is that the first time Asra made her mad while she was still nonverbal - oh, he fucking KNEW! She’s a five foot one spit fire, with puppy dog eye syndrome and she HATES it, because she isn’t being cute! She will freaking END you! Or end the world FOR you. It’s entirely up in the air. 
So I’ll ask you - do you think our MCs would get along? How would their first interaction go? And yes, I do roleplay so lemme know. 
SHARE A LITTLE BIT OF YOUR OWN BUDDY!
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zerimarclassics · 4 years
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THE GOLDEN EAGLE (Arcana Fan Fiction)
Familiar (noun): 1. well known from long or close association. 2. In close friendship. 3. Animal guides, associate to witch and cunning folk who practice magic.
 The relationship between a familiar and their master is beyond that of friend or companion. They are more than owner and pet. One does more than just feed the other, and one does more than just protect. Their energy ebbs and flows between them. A mutualistic relationship of two closely bonded friends who can sense beyond each other’s presence and thrive off one another.
So, imagine that connection being severed. Sliced in half unexpectedly. One left wandering, only missing half of themselves and never really knowing why or how it happened. All they knew is that their other half was missing. Their dear friend.
He flew over the city alone now, watching her carefully. He promised that the last time he saw him. He remembered he looked well then, worried, but well. His feathers no long shimmered with golden rays and his eyes had lost their brilliant red sheen. Everything on him looked dull and tired. Like a regular eagle amongst the flock of others, the only difference was his red eyes.
He watched them walk in the market place. Her forest green shawl still hung around her shoulders and hair. The last parting gift of a sibling to another.
But he would never again feel her fingers stroke his feathers. She would never feed or care for him again. She didn’t know him now, and would probably be frightened by him in his current state. His perch was a hole in a tree in the forest outside the city walls. The Lazaret sat within his eye line, slowly rotting away in its own nightmares. His master was not there. Nothing was.
Occasionally his call could be heard, an aching cry that broke the silence in the trees. It carried no heart or warning. It had no purpose but to make noise. Even when he landed near them, they ignored him. Paid him no mind. No more compliments about his beautiful feathers or dazzling eyes.
Nothing. No one. Only her, and she didn’t remember him. How did that hurt so much more than the knowledge that his Master was gone? Was it the remnants of his Master in him that mourned his little sister? Or was it the memories of how she smiled and held him that brought the hurt? 
The moon gave the city an eerie blue glow and it made him look ghostly pale as he flew through the narrow alleys. He landed on a window’s ledge and peered in past the curtain. He could see them laying next to each other and his feathers bristled slightly with protective nature. Carefully, and minding his talons, the golden eagle leapt inside and carefully walked towards the bed. A purple snake regarded him from her Master’s side. It wasn’t his first visit to this nest, nor would it be the last. Familiars lived longer lives than other animals.  
The woman laid asleep, nestled beside the other. His arm draped over her, with one hand lost in her dark tresses.  
She was his sister as much as she was his Master’s. This man, with white hair and purple eyes, loved her dearly. He recalled his name, and his act.
The eagle carefully fluttered his way onto the bed and tugged the blanket over her exposed foot, making her stir. He waited and she shifted again with a soft, sleepy moan and the white haired one tugged her closer into his arms for a hug before relaxing his hold on her again. One of his hands, idly twirling a lock of raven hair.
He hoped. He begged. He pleaded for a memory to expose itself.
Her eyes fluttered open and saw him at the foot of the bed, sitting up with a start and a startled gasp. The other woke with her to see him and he froze.
“You again?” Asra asked, blinking, “What do you want?”
He moved towards him and Adonis snapped at him, shrieking and flapped his great wings. The man covered the woman with his arms, blocking her from his view. He cried out again and pushed off the man’s arm, leaving a mark on him as he flew through the room, knocking items off shelves and shattering jars and glass.
He found the window and landed, giving a final hurt cry back at them and jumping out the window, hopping to a corner.
“You’re bleeding.” She said and he heard her move.
“It’s nothing. Just a scratch. Why was it here again?”
“Hold still.”
Adonis peered with keen eyes into the window, seeing his Master’s sister hover her hand over the other man’s wound. A beam of light and the scratch was gone. He bristled, angry.  
Adonis was the familiar was an alchemist. The alchemist was the older brother of Maryssa, now known as the young apprentice to Asra – the magician. Yet neither of them recalled Adonis and how he was before his Master disappeared. 
His mournful cry filled the night air of Vesuvia. His golden wings a distant memory that only he could recall. Forever severed from his loving past. Such cruelties brought on by desperation and longing.
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