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—--    𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐑𝐎𝐓    ;    highly    selective,    independent    roleplay    blog    for    𝙶𝙸𝚄𝚂𝙴𝙿𝙿𝙴    𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙼𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙾    𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸    from    hbo’s    𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊    𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄.    written    and    feared    by    mary.    23.    she/they.    𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂    𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳    𝙽𝙾𝚃    𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃.

carrd.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃    𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐃    𝐈𝐒    𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋    𝐎𝐅    𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐋,    and    in    it    there    are    many    dark    places;    but    still    there    is    much    that    is    fair,    and    though    in    all    lands    love    is    now    mingled    with    grief,    it    grows    perhaps    the    greater.

indie. hi sel. haldir galahon from jrr tolkien’s lord of the rings. written by mary. 23. she/they.

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i told myself i wouldn’t. but i am. if you need me, i’ll be rebooting my lucius malfoy blog.

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I would like to thank the multiple people who thought of messaging me on the 110th titanic anniversary and those who have let me spill some James moody tea on them. You guys make me thrive

[meyerlansky]

astrology color scheme meme ↳ @goatsandgangsters requested gyp + aries

send me a sign + a character/pairing/fandom!

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me: posts something bc im depressed its titanic sinking night and i just want james moody to get the recognition he deserves after being ignored for 110 years tumblr: oh god, its her again. lets delete this as soon as she posts it. no one wants to listen to that shit again.

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𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

she   had   hardly   any   idea   where   she   was   .   if   he   claimed   she   was   in   the   middle   of   a   drug   raid   ,   why   would   she   have   any   reason   to   not   believe   him   ?   head   turns   ,   taking   in   the   darkness   around   her   .   she   has   been   lucky   ,   johanna   realizes   .   she   could   have   been   killed   or   worse   ;   yet   she   hasn’t   .   she   keeps   finding   herself   face   -   to   -   face   with   death   .   staring   him   in   the   face   .   but   she   lives   on   .   why   should   she   care   now   if   he   claims   her   ?   the   world   awaits   ,   she   wants   to   convinced   herself   .   but   death   has   been   awaiting   her   for   longer   .   for   a   moment   ,   johanna   simply   stares   at   the   offered   arm   .   she   takes   it   .   she   hardly   feels   the   fabric   of   his   coat   under   her   fingers   ;   grip   is   loose   .   the   question   is   considered   before   finally   the   words   slip   ,   

                  ❝   i’ve   been   wandering   a   lot   lately   .   ❞   from   place   to   place   .   like   a   migrating   bird   between   two   hands   .   ❝   there   isn’t   any   purpose   to   it   .   now   ,   that   i   can   ,   i   like   to   go   on   walks   .   simply   because   i   can   .   ❞   glance   drops   to   the   cracks   in   the   sidewalk   below   .   ❝   what   brings   you   here   ?   are   you   smuggling   drugs   ?   ❞

𝐈𝐓    𝐀𝐋𝐋    𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒    𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊    𝐓𝐎    𝐇𝐈𝐌.    she    is    just    another    mistake    god    has    made    and    left    behind    to    rot    on    this    hellscape.    he    often    wonders    if    god    is    even    real,    because    why    would    someone    he    is    lead    to    believe    is    so    forgiving    and    loving    allow    his    creations    to    suffer    continuously    ??    he    often    thinks    that    and    then    succumb    to    overwhelming    guilt,    because    if    god    is    real,    then    truly    gyp    is    going    to    get    everything    he    has    coming    to    him.    he    leads    her    off    of    the    beaten    path    onto    a    road    better    lit    and    far    cleaner    than    the    outskirts    of    his    dealings.    the    streets    are    near    empty    now,    bare    some    street    sweepers    and    cabs    bumbling    by.    “    i    don’t    smuggle    drugs,    doll    .    .    .    i    just    reap    the    benefits    of    the    drug    smuggling    and    the    illegal    liquor    trade.    “    one    would    say    it    is    not    wise    to    tell    a    stranger    of    all    the    laws    he    breaks.    but,    he    doesn’t    care    too    much    when    he    pays    the    police    department    and    local    politicians    to    turn    their    backs    to    whatever    he    does.    he    benefits,    they    benefit.    everybody    is    a    winner.    “    came    to    see    the    new    warehouse,    y’know.    make    sure    it’s    ready    if    it    gets    raided.    lots    of    bums    like    to    steal    off    of    one    another,    which    is    why    you    need    to    look    out    where    you’re    walking.    some    of    these    guys    out    here    kill    to    get    innocent    little    things    like    you    to    keep    their    mouth    shut.    “

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  we  love  angst  on  this  blog,  what  can  we  say.  here’s  some  more  dialogue  prompts  for  you.  a  warning  for  potentially  triggering  themes  below.  )

❛ everything you touch, you ruin. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ you can’t make me disappear. ❜

❛ memories are only there to make you bleed. ❜

❛ i don’t need your permission. ❜

❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜

❛ the less you know, the better. ❜

❛ i won’t stop killing until you kill me. ❜

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ you think i felt something for you? you’ve forgotten what i am. ❜

❛ the last time we talked, didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? ❜

❛ i felt something loosen in me that shouldn’t have been loosened. ❜

❛ pull yourself together. we have work to do. ❜

❛ stay back, i have a demon inside of me. ❜

❛ let me get closer, i have a hell inside of me where your demon can live. ❜

❛ people like that don’t deserve to live. ❜

❛ just do what you’re told. like you always do. ❜

❛ why do you have to make everyone hate you? ❜

❛ it’s better that you don’t get involved. ❜

❛ i’d do anything to make you stay. ❜

❛ who cares if it bleeds. ❜

❛ is this what you think love is? ❜

❛ just breathe through it. it gets easier. ❜

❛ don’t pretend that you cared about me. ❜

❛ i’m starting to think you like wasting my time. ❜

❛ we wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for me. ❜

❛ i will never, ever, give you a moment’s peace. ❜

❛ the world doesn’t hate us. but it doesn’t love us either. ❜

❛ it hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time. ❜

❛ a darkness with voices is better than a silent void. ❜

❛ it’s safer to be feared, than loved. ❜

❛ am i not good enough for you? ❜

❛ a burnt child loves the fire. ❜

❛ i’m tired of dying. ❜

❛ what if you hurt because it feels good? ❜

❛ don’t try to fix me, i’m not broken. ❜

❛ if you want me to die, you can just say so. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be afraid of who you are. ❜

❛ that line disappears once you cross it. ❜

❛ how can i believe you after all you’ve done? ❜

❛ i won’t let you forget about me. ❜

❛ the person you once knew me as, died. ❜

❛ are you going to leave me again? ❜

❛ i have nothing i could offer you. ❜

❛ no one is going to save you. no one can. ❜

❛ maybe you’re / i’m already dead. ❜ 

❛ you have blood on your hands. ❜

❛ what, can’t take a punch? ❜

❛ i’m your mind giving you someone to talk to. ❜

❛ you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. ❜

[gasrot]

𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋, 𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 ?? he drops his cigarette on the floor, stepping on the embers as he approaches her. he is only a bit too close for comfort. he loves watching them squirm a bit. he loves watching them wait for his next move. he likes to be unpredictable. so far, he has never met someone who could match up against him. “ don’t tell me you don’t like it, “ he says, lowly. “ pretty girl like you could use a bit of attention, huh ?? i could give you all the attention you could ever want. “ bit of a pipe dream, he admits. she seems vaguely disgusted by him just by the look of her. even better . . . 

@unelectedofficial​ asked:  ❛ it’s very rude to stare. ❜

[violaobanion]

BWE MEME | 3/3 male characters  → Guiseppe ‘Gyp’ Rosetti

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𝐀𝐍    𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖    𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃,    𝐇𝐄    𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒    𝐎𝐔𝐓    𝐀    𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇.    he    understands    full    well    by    stature    and    demeanor    alone,    he    is    not    the    most    pleasant    man    to    be    around.    it    does    not    help    that    just    by    the    way    he    talks,    it    is    always    vaguely    threatening.    but,    there    is    a    thing    they    say    about    making    assumptions,    and    he    feels    the    need    to    remind    her    of    it    if    only    to    annoy    her    even    more.    but,    he’ll    save    it    for    another    day    out    of    respect.    “    trust    me,    sweetheart.    you    would    know    full    well    if    i    were    threatening    you.    my    sincerest    apologies    if    i    came    off    a    bit    rude    there,    “    he    smirks.    “    i    would    never    want    to    offend    a    pretty    little    lady    such    as    yourself.    “

@unelectedofficial​ asked:  ❛ are you threatening me? ❜

[rustofstardust]

around the world:  new york, united states

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i tested positive for covid this evening

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Hello friends! So, this week is a very special week for me. It’s Titanic week! Every year I host a stream to watch titanic related things. This Friday, April 15, at 7pm est, I am going to be hosting a Titanic stream. First we’ll be watching Titanic 1997 and then, depending on interest, I’ll be streaming a night to remember.

Please let me know if you are at all interested xoxo

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in honor of munday and national pet day, here is some froggy content for you all <3

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yet another scene i am obsessed with

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

                  she   is   tired   of   lies   .   everything   went   up   in   flames   when   she   was   lied   to   .   johanna’s   put   the   pieces   together   .   shattered   glass   details   of   her   past   the   judge   lied   to   her   about   .   her   parents   weren’t   dead   for   all   those   years   .   she   saw   their   bodies   that   night   ,   not   even   knowing   it   was   her   own   biological   father   who’d   threatened   her   life   .   her   mother   was   a   madwoman   .   the   same   madwoman   who   begged   for   coins   below   her   window   .   all   johanna’s   life   she   assumed   the   judge   took   her   in   out   of   the   pity   of   his   own   heart   ,   yet   he   went   ahead   &   asked   her   to   marry   him   .   one   lie   &   everything   came   crashing   down   .   ❝   you   only   want   to   help   me   ?   ❞   johanna   says   .   her   tone   drips   with   her   disbelief   .   the   man   towers   over   her   .   there   have   only   been   three   important   men   in   her   life   .   anthony   ,   who   was   perfect   &   pure   .   the   judge   ,   who   broke   her   wings   ,   who   didn’t   even   let   her   venture   outside   .   the   beadle   .   another   form   of   the   judge   .   determined   to   wear   her   down   until   she   broke   .   how   can   she   be   sure   this   man   is   any   different   from   the   judge   &   the   beadle   ?   ❝   why   ?   what   do   you   have   to   gain   from   me   ?   because   ,   sir   ,   i   don’t   have   anything   to   give   .   ❞         

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒,    𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄    𝐇𝐄    𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓    𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄    𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄    𝐀    𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃.    he    is    offering    an    allowance,    good    food,    clothing,    an    entrance    in    a    society    where    she    may    rebuild    herself    into    something    more.    it    is    worth    a    demand.    lots    of    men    do    this    for    young    women    on    the    notion    they    join    in    bed    and    make    their    bodies    available    at    their    beck    and    call.    gyp,    despite    having    an    insatiable    hunger    for    touch,    cannot    be    bothered    with    such    things    these    days.    he    is    rebuilding    himself.    he’s    lost    his    wife,    his    daughters,    his    home    to    his    own    greed.    forever    written    off    by    them    as    dead    beat,    good    for    nothing.    he    does    not    need    her    body.    𝚑𝚎    𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜    𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.    he    needs    someone    to    look    at    him    and    see    him    as    a    man.    not    as    giuseppe    rosetti,    feared,    brutal    monster,    but    as    an    incredibly    flawed    being    who    is    not    some    mistake    created    by    god.    he    needs    a    clear    conscience.    this    is    his    first    step.    she    is    his    new    beginning,    whether    she    likes    it    or    not.    𝚐𝚘𝚍    𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗    𝚒𝚝    𝚊𝚕𝚕,    𝚑𝚎    𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕    𝚝𝚛𝚢.    he    will    not    let    this    slip    away    like    he’s    done    with    everything    else.    “    i    gain    far    more    than    you    think    i    do,    “    he    states.    he    could    go    on    to    tell    her    everything    about    how    he    has    come    to    be    here.    how    he    is    abandoned    by    everyone,    written    off    for    dead.    he    doesn’t    want    her    pity.    he    wants    to    act.    “    my    offer    stands.    two    hundred    a    week    and    an    apartment    with    a    good    view.    whatever    you    want    after    that,    i    can    arrange.    pretty    dresses,    silk    ribbons,    whatever    .    .    .    no    questions.    no    strings.    just    .    .    .    maybe    dinner.    maybe,    i    can    bring    you    to    dinner.    i    guess    that    may    be    one    string    attached.    “