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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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oozey mess
i don't do bad sauce passes
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
noise dept.
Peter Solarz

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Kaledo Art
One Nice Bug Per Day
Not today Justin
Sade Olutola
d e v o n
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
trying on a metaphor

if i look back, i am lost
Claire Keane
will byers stan first human second
sheepfilms

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@odysseusnostos
a lil notice: i’m deleting all non-ancient characters from this blog and moving them to a new one. all my replies will be moved there.
HERE for french (+ black sails) characters
HERE for the untamed (cql) characters
a lil notice: i’m deleting all non-ancient characters from this blog and moving them to a new one. all my replies will be moved there.
HERE for french (+ black sails) characters
HERE for the untamed (cql) characters
Thy mind is ever moving, In regions dark to thee; Recall its useless roving, Come back, and dwell with me.
Emily Brontë, from IV (“Shall earth no more inspire thee”)
All we have is impossible. To live or die with you — it comes to the same thing for me anyway. Without you what am I?
Orestes, Euripides (tr. Anne Carson)
Orestes Pursued by the Furies by John Singer Sargent, 1921 (Museum of Fine Art, Boston MA)
Reblog this if it’s fine for my muse to flirt with/pine after your muse. It doesn’t have to be/end in an actual ship.
odysseus when he’s forced to go fight in the trojan war
I know what the riddle means, we killed by deceit and by deceit we die. Quickly, bring me the man-killing axe.
Clytemnestra The Libation Bearers (Χοηφόροι, Choēphoroi) Second play of the Oresteia by Aeschylus (via synnecrosisofsolace)
what form of gentle affection are you?
Your result: 'I miss you' texts
long nights full of yearning and fantasies... intimate secrets you'd be embarrassed to say out loud... passionately reuniting once again... you want a love that is desperate and passionate, you want someone that will make you feel like you’re living a romance novel. you want to feel the fire burning in your chest when you see them. you want every touch to feel like fireworks, and to discover something new about them every day. while this addicting fire can be fun to chase, try not to drop every lover once the flame seems to have died down. sometimes the most intense burn comes from the fire you continue to kindle, and it is worth it to settle in front of a hearth.
tagged by: @ofprevioustimes thank u <3
tagging: man idk, please tag me if u do it
Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters
Instead of a specific plot to work around, here’s a list of settings that all feature a melancholy, moody, or creepy atmosphere. Simply send me a symbol for a setting you want to RP in, and I’ll either make a starter or approach you to plot!
🌕A full moon night with wind whistling through the trees
🌊The seashore late at night, with lightning over the water in the distance
🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes
🍁A cold day in late autumn, which is silent and deeply lonely
🎹Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room
💧 Rain in the early morning, so dark that there’s hardly a sunrise
⛪A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence
🌳A maze-like forest at dusk, with a sense of anxiety as the sun disappears
⛵On the beach before dawn as remnants of a ship wreck wash onto shore
🍂A chilly, overcast autumn afternoon
🌃Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away
🎃After dark on Halloween night after trick-or-treating ends
🚘Sitting with a popped tired on the side of a long stretch of road, waiting
⚡Distant thunder from a massive storm headed straight this way
🥀An overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous (or dead, dry) plants
🌾An eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles
🐊Murky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away
🔥 A roaring bonfire in the distance on a pitch black night, with dark silhouettes crowded or dancing around it
🚧Standing near old, abandoned train tracks when the bell starts to ring
🐟Taking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water
🌿An old-fashioned plantation with secretive locals and a bitter history
💀A cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt
🚇A dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home
🌈The sad silence after a violent storm, debris and wreckage everywhere
👗An attic full of musty clothes and antiques belonging to someone long-dead
❄ A snowstorm locking everyone in their homes, with electricity flickering
🍄An enchanting plot of forest or stream, tiny whispers cutting the silence
🌑Inside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again
☔Taking a long walk with an umbrella, struggling with a low, low mood
☕At a quiet cafe, but unfamiliar folk are whispering and staring
🌵A winding road through the desert with only one dingy hotel, its ‘vacancy’ light flickering red
💤Dreaming of scraping nails gainst the window glass, and waking to still hear it
🐕A quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods
Morgan Pendragon’s hood in Camelot 1x09
“Eclipse”
ELECTRA Ah now there you mistake me. Shame I do feel. And I know there is something all wrong about me — believe me. Sometimes I shock myself. But there is a reason: you. You never let up this one same pressure of hatred on my life: I am the shape you made me. Filth teaches filth.
— Sophocles, tr. by Anne Carson, from Electra
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ODYSSEUS & PENELOPE
featuring @akhilleas // template // psd by me
mythology family ♥︎ cyparissus for @queerfrodo
in greek mythology, cyparissus was a handsome youth of the island of ceos, who was loved by the god apollo. he died of grief after accidentally killing his beloved pet stag and was transformed into a cypress tree.