seabound

anne. xxiv. she/her or they/them. dutch. bisexual. mythology and aesthetic. I study English literature and I am trying to become the person I want to be.

[skyrim-forever]

The worst characters are the ones were you only get like three pieces of lore about them but the lore is so fascinating and hits your brain at just the right angle to have you behaving like a feral dog in front of your conspiracy theory cork board

[clementine-kesh]

the big three questions of media analysis: what the author wanted to say, what they actually said, and what they didn’t know they were saying

[clementine-kesh]

for the last one i don’t just mean oh the author inadvertently wrote in gay subtext or whatever i’m talking about media as a cultural artifact which can reveal a ton about societal norms, biases, ideals, etc. it’s all about positionality and an unexamined positionality is often the most revealing of all

[layaart]

ocean books 🌊📘🐟

[seong-star-hwars]

Ateez as tumblr posts - part 4/?

Crazy Form Edition part 1, 2, 3 Bonus!: the moon

[tinytinydandelion]

so what Adam Lambert songs would we like Key to sing???

[merflk]

is whaddayawant from me too obvious

[nero-neptune]

PETER PAN 2003 | dir. P.J. Hogan

[sitoric]

An old sketch with Zev

[xuseokgyu]

Ateez Members as The Onion Headlines + one Reductress cause Yunho is that special Atzsource’s Comeback Countdown Celebration Week 1: Ateez Members!

[msburgundy-but-worser-deactivat]

whoever said diamonds are a girl's best friend clearly has never met ibuprofen

[deepwaterfiction]

Text: "I’m a farmer,“ she insisted, a skeletal raven perched on her shoulder, “nothing more nothing less.“ 

[elidyce]

They say that if you walk through the North Woods at twilight, all the way to the crossroads, a fifth road will appear. 

They say the signpost grows a new arm, pointing to that road, but what is written on it is unreadable.

They say that now and then someone foolish, or desperate, goes down that road. Many do not return. Those who do, come back changed. 

I walked through the woods at twilight every night for a week. On the eighth day, when I reached the crossroads, a narrow path was there, leading off at an angle from the crossed dirt roads and winding through the trees. When I looked up at the signpost, a fifth arm had appeared, and the writing on it was not in any language I know. Beside the letters, however, I saw a stalk of wheat and a bird. 

That was enough. I hefted the pack on my back, and set off down the path. 

The path was narrow, but it was smooth enough to walk even as the light faded. When full darkness came, I lit my lantern, and continued walking. I walked until the moon was up, and then at last the trees thinned, and I stepped into a clearing. 

There was a farm holding there, fields and buildings silvered by moonlight, and one open door with light streaming out of it, warm and welcoming. There seemed nothing else to do, so I walked over to it and knocked on the open door. 

“Come in, wanderer, if you mean no harm.” The voice is serene, but there is a strange echoing quality to it. 

I enter, slow and cautious. The inside of the house is all one room, in the old style, with stores hanging from thick beams, a big fireplace on one wall and a low box bed in one corner. A woman is sitting in a chair by the fire, knitting by the light of two candles stuck to the back of the chair. “Come in,” she says again, turning her head to look at me, her voice still echoing as if it comes from a deep well or an ancient tomb. “Come in, and get warm.” 

There is nothing I could describe, about her appearance, to frighten anyone. She looked like any farmwife, solid and capable, hair coiled around her head in grey-streaked braids, her drab skirts tucked around her legs. And yet, when she looked at me, I quailed, and almost fled. There was something about her that was terrifying, a feeling of… not malice, but of power, held in reserve. If I had meant harm, I think that look would have struck me dead. As it was, it waited, to see what I would do.

“I followed the path,” I blurted, trembling. “I saw it, in the twilight, and I… I came.” 

“I see,” she said, still waiting patiently. “And why did you come, child?” 

“Because… because…” The words rise up and choke me. There are so many reasons, so much boiling inside me… “Because I am cursed,” I say at last, my eyes filling with tears. “Because I bring ill-luck wherever I go. I thought… I thought whatever was down the path couldn’t be worse than what I left behind. Even if I died, it couldn’t be worse.” I remember the graves I’ve left behind me, of those I loved, of the hard words and threats, of children dragged away for fear of my curse touching them. 

She rises, then, and comes to me, laying her hand lightly on my head. It is warm, and soft, like any hand, yet it is much, much heavier than any hand should be. She cocks her head, eyes distant, and then she smiles sadly. “It’s not a curse, child,” she says gently. “Just ill luck, and superstition, and cowards putting blame where it does not belong. Come and sit by the fire, and eat something.” 

She gives me stew and a chunk of bread, and a cup of strong beer. When I am finished, she spreads a pallet before the fire and covers me in blankets of thick wool. I sleep well, for the first time in longer than I can remember. 

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[grimeclown]

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[bethfuller]

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[thecuriousowl]

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[guinevereslancelot]

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