Thanks to iangalager, all I can think of is the Black family as the family from Arrested Development!
Just imagine it though:
Walburga’s head pops up in a fireplace.
Sirius: Mother, you’ve got to stop starting conversations like that.
Sirius: I think the reason you and I always fight is that ever since we were little, Father always played us off each other.
Regulus: Father said it was your fault.
Regulus: I guess Mother wanted me to have something new. Sweet old thing.
Sirius: Only two of those things describe Mother.
Walburga: Regulus is a nervous wreck right now! He’s joining the Death Eaters for God’s sake!
Sirius: You volunteered him!
Walburga: I knew you were going to throw that in my face!
Walburga: I love all my children equally.
-Earlier That Day-
Walburga: I don’t care for Sirius.
Sirius: Come on, Bellatrix! We’ve had some good times, haven’t we?
Yes, I am finally a match for Amy. The other morning I woke up next to her, and I studied the back of her skull. I tried to read her thoughts. For once I didn’t feel like I was staring into the sun. I’m rising to my wife’s level of madness. Because I can feel her changing me again: I was a callow boy, and then a man, good and bad. Now at last I’m the hero. I am the one to root for in the never-ending war story of our marriage. It’s a story I can live with. Hell, at this point, I can’t imagine my story without Amy. She is my forever antagonist.
We are one long frightening climax.
❝ Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it. ❞
—— From House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski
“Does such a thing as ‘the fatal flaw,’ that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn’t. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.”
i. first movement, clint mansell // ii. west coast, the neighbourhood // iii. take me to church, hozier // iv. corpse master, true widow // v. everything must change, ólafur arnalds // vi. me and the devil, soap&skin // vii. obelisk, gazelle twin // viii. flatlands, sargent house // ix. primavera, ludovico einaudi // x. dear john, susanne sundfør // xi. racing like a pro, the national
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❝ Say what you like about me. Tempter I may be, tormentor, liar, accuser, blasphemer and all-round bad egg, but no one else gets the credit for the discovery of angelic freedom. That, my fleshy friends, was Lucifer. (Ironic of course that after the Fall they stopped referring to me as Lucifer, the Bearer of Light and started referring to me as Satan, the Adversary. Ironic that they stripped me of my angelic name at the very moment I began to be worthy of it.) ❞
❝ I want to hijack world history with you.
I want to kill monarchs
and infiltrate theocracies
and assault state capitols
and set the captives free.
I want to be the prophet enacting your high-strategy will,
The favored, faithful first general of your imperial army.
The sage philosopher turning hearts towards you,
Oh darling, let’s be kings, I’m a killer in a crown.
Let’s build monuments so great God takes notice of us,
lets hide from His sight in a tangle of silken bedsheets
and toast to our infamy with goblets beaten from stolen gold.
Let our names be feared and revered and let us taste eternity
unwary of the cost.
They say this is love but I know it’s self-immolation,
the ignition of electricity between us.
So let us adorn ourselves with smoke and flame
drip blood rubies and pile up devotees like toy soilders,
let us dance, darling, on the ash and sing
‘our kingdom come, our will be done,
in thee as it is in me.’ ❞
Armani Privé Fall - Winter 2014/15 backstage