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old 19th century manuscript papers letters and recipes 

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[locsofpoetry]

My father used to say, “Don’t raise your voice. Improve your argument.

Archbishop Desmond Tutu (via locsofpoetry)

[anxiety-suggestions]

on a scale of 1-10, 10 being high and 1 being low, my anxiety is almost always a 15

[bxrma]

DODO.

❖ │ Dodie follows Arthur’s gaze around the room. All madness requires a methodic approach and the chain found it miraculous that the man had come up with one for all of this. Exceptionally impressive, indeed. For a moment, the chain entertains the idea of his contractor writing a sort of self help book for the criminally unorganized. All the inside tips for staying afloat while looking like an absolute trainwreck. Snapping back to reality, he says, “I’m sure your work will surpass Jack’s.”       He considers his choice of words carefully now. There is nothing the chain cherishes more than boundaries. Knowing what you can and absolutley cannot say or do in front of another being was the most comforting piece of information in his opinion. Every so often, he’d delve into a gray area… and this is one of them.       "Duke Barma, you say you haven’t sorted through enough of his work yet. But, from the outside… it seems that’s all you do. Sir, are you remembering to take care of yourself?“ He ends the question slowly, having to fight back the compulsion to bite his tongue and leave.

                      With a quill pen already dipped into a small container of black ink and words being scrawled in perfect cursive onto a new blank piece of parchment, Arthur flipped through the pages of one of Jack's journals while Dodo spoke, losing himself again in his own hellish, unwanted profession. The conversation seemed to fade for only a moment, with only the scribbling of pen against paper and a clinkclink of the pen quill tapped against the ink jar. But he looked back up at the Chain, meeting the concerned gaze. A breath caught in his throat and a response was lost --- internally, Arthur feared taking a break, that just one little break could mean the end of all of his work, and even when he wasn't working, images of the parchment paper and books always were at the back of his mind as he thought about what lies to scrawl onto the pages.

                  And yet, he couldn't lie to the Chain. ❝   I...I-I can't...  ❞ Can't what?  ❝  I have to keep writing...  ❞

[bxrma]

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[bxrma]

jack: arthur did u hear? they took 'gullible' out of the dictionary. arthur: ?????? arthur: ??????? are you serious????  arthur: wh-- oh wait.

[wnq-quotes]

If I was going to fall, I would hang on to my small comforts, at least, as long as I possibly could.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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❝ first piece of luck i’ve had in days. ❞

american gods sentence starters.

                      Today had been designated as a ' rest day, ' as the stressors of Arthur's new title as Duke and primary founder of Pandora weighed heavily upon his shoulders. All of the work he had left to complete, along with Jack's haunting words, whisked around in his mind, even as he sat on the steps leading up to the front entrance of the new mansion on Reveille. His Chain, whom he had come to appreciate despite the events that led to their legal contract, sat a few steps below, gazing at the sky with a pair of binoculars, seemingly focused on the one particularly unusual flight-pattern of a bird. It was only of mild interest to Arthur, but the sunlight filtering through the coniferous leaves on the trees felt nice and warm. Even from outside the manor, Arthur was within earshot of his infant son's giggling and upon looking up at the veranda, he caught a peek of his wife and child sneakily watching them -- or rather, his wife placing a finger against the baby's lips to shush him so they wouldn't be found. With a small smile, Arthur pretended to ignore them, but knew full well of their watching presence. Oh, if only they knew of what stole sleep from the duke every night.

                          Pushing a loose piece of crimson hair out of his face, he rested his elbows on his knees with a sigh. ❝   Do you think there's a reason few birds are flying close?  ❞  he asked, content to converse over ' normal ' topics. A break from the horrors, if you will. ❝   Most populations should have flown south by now, right? ...Is there anything in particular you're searching for?  ❞ Maybe it was Jack's lingering aura keeping living things at bay, Arthur thought to himself, but didn't voice it for fear of his nearby family hearing.

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“I did it because I had to, not because I ever wanted to.”

Witch Trials/Imprisonment 

After several years, not even after centuries, after his death by the hands of his ‹ best friend › Glen did not expect to meet the soul of the now deceased Arthur. If during life Glen would describe him as an uncertain, awkward, unsophisticated and naive person, then now in his eyes the red-haired looked just pitiful; somewhat frightened, tortured by his own conscience, one who became a puppet in the hands of a skillful player and a rogue, trying to at least somehow justify his actions. But before whom did he tried to justify himself - before Glen or his own self? 

Anger shining in the amethyst eyes faltered, now Baskerville's eyes looked at Barma with pity, which was soon to be replaced by cold indifference and reluctance. His voice was quiet and dry, but Oswald’s tone felt lead. 

« Apologies and excuses are not relevant now , nor will they change anything , Duke of Barma . » Arthur’s newly received title was said with some kind of reproach and mockery, despite Glen’s impassivity towards the current status of the Barma family. What has been done has been done and nothing could change that – the name of the Baskervilles has been irrevocably tarnished and soiled due to Arthur’s writing; a legend of the light hero and the dark master who wanted to destroy this world, written under the dictation of the said hero – a complete opposite of the truth, in which everyone believes so sincerely, from a simple peasant to the members of the Crown. 

Glen, though blinded by the fury, could understand Arthur’s motives ( who, if not him knew what it’s like to be forced to do something against one’s will for the sake of preserving something valuable, in the case of Glen - the harmony of the Abyss, for Arthur - newly gained status and fragile reputation of his family ), but he did not intend to forgive, he could not, but to avenge the honor of Baskervilles in some way now was impossible and … pointless. 

For the last time the Baskerville glanced at the man in front of him before disappearing, plunging into darkness, added more quietly « Nothing can be changed now . » 

By now, but give him at least a slightest chance and he will use it to right his wrongdoings. To prevent his mistakes from happening, that have let to to this Sablier's undone. 

[bxrma]

i just got teeth pulled so im taking it easy (sorry for all the ooc) and i started watching 'the end of the f***ing world' and alyssa is relatable as FUCK. im down for this hardass chick who ran away from home with her new psychopathic, homicidal, asexual bf who has been thinking of ways to kill her for the last few episodes.

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Jack pretending he's grossed out because he stepped on a centipede to kill it from the Limited Edition Volume 22 Drama CD.

[outcastsuggestion]

i hate myself so i dont expect anyone to like me

[rp-ask-memes-deactivated2026012]

tell my muse how they make your muse feel.

whether they give them a sense of COMFORT and SAFETY, or send absolute CHILLS down their spine. perhaps they make them feel TRAPPED, or FRIGHTENED. or maybe, they even feel SPECIAL. let my muse know!! anon is optional!!

[divinitysquander]

AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

episode six - a murder of gods.

❝ you saved me. thank you. ❞

❝ you already know my name. ❞

❝ what are they ? ❞

❝ oh motherfucker, you never just answer a fucking question ! ❞

❝ that’s not a question, ___ , a question would be: what do you believe you saw ? ❞

❝ i don’t know what i believe. ❞

❝ it was a warning to me, and a sacrifice to them. ❞

❝ sacrifice ? like –– like what, for –– for a god ? ❞

❝ what’s a god ? can we even know they exist ? people believe things, which means they’re real. that means we know they exist. so what came first ? gods ? or the people who believed in them ? ❞

❝ where was all this before i met you ? ❞

❝ there’s always a window. but people are frightened to look through it. it’s safer in the prison cell. ❞

❝ we’re not safe now. ❞

❝ who are you ? ❞

❝ i believe in some things. ❞

❝ your wife obviously has a temper. not used to getting her way, huh ? ❞

❝ your dearly departed has departed and i suggest we should do the same. ❞

❝ was she a ghost ? i mean, do you think you saw a ghost ? ❞

❝ you know, you’re not questioning any of this. i’m questioning everything right now. ❞

❝ i’m not so young nor so narrow to assume the dead are dead, and there’s no spectrum or spectral in between. in my experience, the dead that aren’t rarely come back without purpose. ❞

❝ her purpose was to let you go, now get in. ❞

❝ now you’ve seen who’s after us, and you know what they’re capable of. you can hang around here if you want, but i’m getting out of here. ❞

❝ fuck ! where the fuck is my car ! ❞

❝ yes, it does belong to the dead woman, i am the dead woman. where’s my fucking car ? ❞

❝ first piece of luck i’ve had in days. ❞

❝ worse things out tonight than you. ❞

❝ isn’t she lovely ? ❞

❝ i’ve done the math. this times that equals you’re a cunt, divided by the only way i’m gonna get what i need is if you give it to me equals the only way you’re gonna give it to me is if you don’t need it. ❞

❝ like my friend jesus christ, the only thing you need, ___ , is resurrection. ❞

❝ did you just name drop jesus christ like you know a guy who knows a guy ? ❞

❝ i can be very convincing. ❞

❝ is this you being convincing now ? because you suck at it. ❞

❝ i’m trying to convince you to live. real living. not whatever rot living this is. ❞

❝ why don’t you put that on your fucking scales and weigh it ? ❞

❝ what the fuck are you ? i mean, what the fuck are any of you, but first, tell me, what the fuck are you ? seriously, what the fuck are you ?! ❞

❝ please stop stealing my cab. ❞

❝ i have been traveling in the direction of mecca for days, looking for a jinn. ❞

❝ i’ll tell you where to find a whole murder of gods, demi and otherwise. every god damned one of them. ❞

❝ i know a charm that can lift grief from a grieving heart. ❞

❝ do you know a charm that can stop bleeding ? ❞

❝ i know a charm that can cure sickness and pain and a charm that can turn away the weapons of enemies. i know a charm that can heal with a touch. ❞

❝ excuse the cold hands. ❞

❝ there’s always been a god shaped hole in man’s head. trees were the first to fill it. ❞

❝ mr. wood was the trees, mr. wood was the forest. see, he was a very old god who saw something very new. he saw a god fearing society turn towards complete industrialization. so what did he do ? he sacrificed his trees, he sacrificed his forest, and he became something else. ❞

❝ well, at this stage it’s ‘we’ll see’, or, ‘time will tell’, but if it’ll rest your weary head, then yeah, it’s gone. ❞

❝ religion inspires in those who fear nothing, fear of the gods, and using that fear requires a certain element of fucked up. ❞

❝ i’m not scared of anything anymore. ❞

❝ i’m scared you’re never gonna shut that flapping hole of yours. i’m sitting here having a fucking anxiety attack because i am genuinely terrified that you are never gonna shut the fuck up. ❞

❝ did you kill ___ ? i won’t tell. ❞

❝ my name is ___. or … it was ___. i do not know what my name is now. ❞

❝ i just realized that i’m never gonna see my mother again. i’m never gonna hear her say my name again. i’m never gonna eat her cooking again. ❞

❝ are you dead ? ❞

❝ this is my afterlife, ___. ❞

❝ did you pray for another life ? ❞

❝ i do not pray to ask god for things. i pray to thank god, for bringing me where i am. to this time, to this place, where i finally know what i must do in this life. ❞

❝ i pray i find ___. he is my afterlife. i knew him. we knew each other. and now i wish to know more. ❞

❝ people will defend the warm safe feeling their america gives them. they will defend it with bullets. ❞

❝ less a funeral than a celebration of a sacrifice. ❞

❝ if i know my friend, somebody got tossed into the volcano. ❞

❝ this was a human sacrifice ? ❞ 

❝ that’s him. head of the crowd. the one they flock to. ❞

❝ please, go in peace. ❞

❝ what rock did you crawl out from under ? ❞

❝ playing a little hide and seek. hiding from the proverbial them, and seeking … you. ❞

❝ i need you to believe in me. ❞

❝ i’ve heard your name on the wind. ❞

❝ we’re at war already, and we’re losing. you, me, all of us. they’re taking honey from our mouths. ❞

❝ i have no use for shame. ❞

❝ it’s easier to pass for the living in the dark, if i felt the need to pass. ❞

❝ your heart’s not beating for this life anymore, ___. this life is done. ❞

❝ that doesn’t obligate him to feel shit. ❞

❝ perhaps i misjudged the kiss. ❞

❝ death do us part, take the fucking hint. he’s gone. your man came, saw you, tasted death on your tongue, and he fucking left. ❞

❝ your kind of love, ___, is the worst kind of love of them all. you can love somebody even when you know they don’t like it. even when you know they don’t want it. ❞

❝ that’s some profound fucking knowledge for you right there, wrapped up in a quaint sexual metaphor. ❞

❝ people do tend to behave if they know they’re being watched. they like being watched. ❞

❝ somebody’s watching. somebody’s always watching. ❞

❝ what did you do to become the god of this little universe that you’ve created ? ❞

❝ you’re no stranger to sacrifice. ❞

❝ they don’t sacrifice anymore. not to me. ❞

❝ you could always sacrifice yourself. you’ve done it before. ❞

❝ you ever see a man hanged, ___ ? throat crushed, gasping for life. it’s a terrible way to find your faith. faith doesn’t have to leave the faithful dangling. ❞

❝ you are what you worship. ❞

❝ the power of fire is firepower. ❞

❝ not god, but godlike. and they believe. ❞

❝ god bless the believers. ❞

❝ i’ll make you a blade worthy of a god. ❞

❝ i know who he is, and who he’s always been. i can depend on that. ❞

❝ you’re not here at the moment. you’re distracted. i wonder why. ❞

❝ she’s out in the cold, but … she doesn’t feel it anymore. or maybe … maybe it’s all she feels, now. ❞

❝ they make blood sacrifices to you. ❞

❝ you could use a blood sacrifice. ❞

❝ you sold us out. ❞

❝ you saw what i was. i was a story people forgot to remember to tell. and they gave me a gun. they put power back in my hands. and i gotta tell you; it feels good. ❞

❝ i never needed my religion to be moral. ❞

❝ moralizing religions are materialistic ones. they all need their martyrs. ❞

❝ i’m laying down a curse. i’m cursing the whole fucking thing. ❞

❝ god is great. ❞

❝ life is great. ❞