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ARTHUR CURRY.

aquaman.

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The Picture of Dorian Gray sentence starters

Stolen straight from Oscar Wilde’s novel courtesy of @spoilers-ahead-647 ! Feel free to change pronouns/tense.

There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.

Conscience and cowardice are really the same things.

A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.

I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world.

It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.

What nonsense you talk!

He becomes an echo of someone else’s music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him.

To realize one’s nature perfectly—that is what each of us is here for.

People are afraid of themselves. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to oneself.

Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it.

The bravest man amongst us is afraid of himself.

Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind, and poisons us.

The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.

You know you believe it all.

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know.

Don’t frown.

It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances.

Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.

With your personality there is nothing you could not do.

The moment I met you I saw that you were quite unconscious of what you really are, of what you really might be.

Man is many things, but he is not rational.

Ah! This morning! You have lived since then.

I wish I could trust myself.

What I want is information; not useful information, of course; useless information.

I always like to know everything about my new friends, and nothing about my old ones.

I can sympathize with everything, except suffering.

The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray, and the advantage of science is that it is not emotional.

Humanity takes itself too seriously.

If the caveman had known how to laugh, history would have been different.

People like you—the willful sunbeams of life—don’t commit crimes.

To have ruined oneself over poetry is an honour.

People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves.

Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives.

Medieval art is charming, but medieval emotions are out of date.

I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit.

One can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing.

The one charm of the past is that it is the past.

Conscience makes egotists of us all.

There is nothing that you, with your extraordinary good looks, will not be able to do.

This world and I are on excellent terms.

Moderation is a fatal thing.

I never quarrel with actions. My one quarrel is with words.

You and I are what we are, and will be what we will be.

The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.

Your cynicism is simply a pose.

Being natural is simply a pose, and the most irritating pose I know.

I had a strange feeling that Fate had in store for me exquisite joys and exquisite sorrows.

She is a peacock in everything but beauty.

Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one.

You like everyone; that is to say, you are indifferent to everyone.

I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects.

He is all my art to me now.

There is nothing that art cannot express,

You might see nothing in him. I see everything in him.

My heart shall never be put under their microscope.

I find a strange pleasure in saying things to him that I know I shall be sorry for having said.

You can’t feel what I feel. You change too often.

Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love’s tragedies.

The rich would have spoken on the value of thrift, and the idle grown eloquent over the dignity of labour.

The world is wide, and has many marvelous people in it.

Would you think it awfully rude of me if I asked you to go away?

He has a very bad influence over all his friends, with the single exception of myself.

I suppose he has been paying you compliments.

You mustn’t believe a word that he says.

Always! That is a dreadful word. It makes me shudder when I hear it.

He won’t like you the better for keeping your promises. He always breaks his own.

If a man is a gentleman, he knows quite enough, and if he is not a gentleman, whatever he knows is bad for him.

Most people discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one’s mistakes.

All I want now is to look at life.

You may come and look at it with me, if you care to.

People know the price of everything, and the value of nothing.

You filled me with a wild desire to know everything about life.

Don’t be afraid. There are exquisite things in store for you. This is merely the beginning.

The longer I live, the more keenly I feel that whatever was good enough for our fathers is not good enough for us.

Ordinary people waited till life disclosed to them its secrets, but to the few, to the elect, the mysteries of life were revealed before the veil was drawn away.

Experience is of no ethical value. It is merely the name men give to their mistakes.

Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.

You are much better than you pretend to be.

Love is a more wonderful thing than art.

There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel that no one else has a right to blame us.

It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.

You call yesterday the past?

The past can always be annihilated. But the future is inevitable.

Society, civilized society at least, is never very ready to believe anything to the detriment of those who are both rich and fascinating.

Even the cardinal virtues cannot atone for half-cold entrées.

I am tired of myself tonight.

With such blood as he has in his veins, how could his record be clean?

You have chattered enough about corruption. Now you shall look on it face to face.

Each of us has heaven and hell in him.

You have done enough evil in your life.

You would be a set of unfortunate bachelors.

I give the truths of tomorrow.

I prefer the mistakes of today.

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mouzeron

someone toss me out to sea I’m tired of life on land

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@bahrnes : we can get together, once 'n a while.

“ keep supplyin’ the beer and you’ve got my attention. ” pretty sentiments for two fish out of their normal watering hole. arthur taps a ring ( suspiciously designed to look like KELP, his aesthetic betraying most of his denials in the past ) against frosted glass, “ though m’not sure how useful i can be for ya’. fishin’ market isn’t about catchin’ talk so much as dinner. ”

#bahrnes #alcohol cw

atlanqueen:

WHAT ONCE WOULD HAVE BEEN VIEWED AS A FAILURE is soothed in the fluid way he tracks his path to drawing her closer. Her world had always been so small, despite the vastness of a kingdom she felt moved to protect. Even if their ruling territory were to begin and end with the boundaries of their lighthouse, pressed against the life inside the ocean itself opened up before her. Always thinking three maneuvers ahead, her worrying mind can wander. It’s stilled here.

( Those who would seek to decipher who among them held the true power always had missed the point. )

Attention paid to the advancement of two disjointed worlds left little time to real family planning. A child, not of their blood, but loved fiercely all the same. A prophecy, a distant threat from those in Atlantis fearful of any change, had been nothing but a nuisance in the back of her mind until now. Now, when years of prosperity needed insurances. When hard work and blood spilled for the sake of the protection of their people suddenly was not enough. She was versed in the trading of children as political fodder. For the all respect that was paid to Atlantis’ history, there were paths they couldn’t entertain any longer. “ That’s your vision, guiding them. ”

Melting even further into the shelter he offers, Mera sighs. “ What’s a curse after all we’ve accomplished? ”

Arthur’s dip allows for palms to stretch over his cheeks, thumb brushing to the tide of his beard. She presses herself to his growing smile for a moment, a laugh broken free soon after. “ Please don’t ruin the moment by making me embarrass you with a list. ”

he asks too much of mera.

it’s not a point of contention, or question even. it’s fact. and has been for more than a decade now --- arguably their entire lives. yet here she remains, rarely careful with her learned considerations in favor of remaining as blunt as a boulder. meant to either ground him below the surface or keep his head above the waves.

That’s your vision, guiding them.

them and their visions. of grandeur, of destruction, annihilation and pestilence and prosper and all promised to come true with vague enough detail for support. arthur isn’t soured by this small reminder; every movement to appease a mass unwilling to accept him as their king so far had been ... mild, at worst. he played into their traditions when not archaic, he brought them kicking and screaming from the dark ages towards the twentieth century. this ? this would take every ounce of political capital he had remaining within the courts, mera’s apprehension built in the same blunt foundation he’d done nothing but admire.

so he smiles down at her. drinks in that laugh like a man drowning and returns it in kind until your vision retreats toward the back of his mind. “ okay, alright got it wrong once or twice. learned mighty quick to keep you around JUST in case i start lookin’ like a jackass though. ”

arthur’s hands flow from the delicate curve of her neck down her shoulders until taking up mera’s, tracing circles over war - spent knuckles. “ we should head to the hidden kingdom before word gets out that some wizard was made privy on atlantean business. especially one the old maids have been harping about for years. ” the swim made FAR easier with their claims to the sea and its inhabitants. given the time of day, they’d make it there by nightfall, or early rise for the trench. “ atlan buried his secrets there, maybe that nerdy nose’uh yours’ll sniff something useful out. ”

#atlanqueen

@wayhne : well, i doubt there’s nothing we can do.

“ believe me, if we had anyone on our roster even remotely active in this ancient bullshit i’d have asked them day one. this was merely courtesy, our work with this strange guy begins and ends with curse - breaking. ” cheeky smile reemerges, “ there’s still plenty that ought to be done meantime, your cup runneth over. ”

#wayhne

@maxhimov : fuck me!

secret dead kingdoms with their secret dead wards and their secret portals opened by miniature secret magic manipulators.

arthur doesn’t THINK ( not a word, smartasses. ) hand wrapping around his trident to ward off decomposing apparition number one’s boney reach for wanda’s curls. “ stop pissing off skeletor. ” sorry calculha.

#maxhimov

spring showers bring may flowers and leave the beach fronts of amnesty bay a graveyard of sunken treasures as payment for the oceans uncontrolled waves. arthur shook out his hair despite the torrential downpour thudding endlessly against his back, headed directly for his lighthouse. tiny red flag of their mailbox shakes with each gust of wind, eyes narrowing in part by weather but mostly who would send them ... anything by mail.

“ i’m back mer, ” he calls over excited whines from salty desperately begging for ANY attention to spare. canine tears the end, drawing out the invitation while arthur’s other hand found itself occupied by restless dog. probably needed a quick run through the yard.

any other time ( he’s kidding himself, the rare periods they aren’t at threat of collapse in atlantis would not have been spent at a gala ) and arthur may have considered the invitation in earnest. besides, how much different could one of these fundraisers be on the surface? even with the possibility of meeting these new avengers ( another topic to breech another day, he would count the days before they’re risking their necks cleaning up yet another mess ) an enticing bonus ----- card stock is swiftly left beside their recycling. “ c’mon salts, let’s empty that tank before you explode. ”

#united diplomacy and diligence #peace out to fading meme . png #submission

atlanqueen‌:

CONTINUED | @speaksfish

IT’S NOT A PLEA TYPICALLY EXCHANGED, for obvious reason. ( Don’t make me watch them hurt you. Don’t martyr yourself for people who do not deserve it. ) But it escapes like the tide faster than she can draw it in, beyond the scope of her abilities to even try to. He says please as if he’s asking her to try to anyway; he says please as if she could ever stand idly by while some threat lingers near him.

( Then again, she requested he turn away as if she has ever seen him do that since taking the throne. )

Large hands shift from her face, finding hers at the ready when they fall away. Waiting with a kiss, lips pressed tight to a calloused knuckle. A debate he’s already won circles back with the change of circumstances. “ And we’re enduring it again. ” Fingers grip tight, a too-quickly moving mind only heading closer to him. “ What if they want concessions to even have the conversation? You know Atlantis deals in certainties, you know how the council thinks. ——- They’ll want more protection, do you think the surface will take kindly to that? And they’ll obviously want an heir to guarantee a future, are you prepared for that? ”

--------------- their story is rife with it, but their story was not about profound failure. and sometimes, with his hand caught beneath tender gesture, the reminder that was mera staring up at him served to calm him in a way only she’s ever managed. arthur’s edges are made blunt, and the plead across his face softens as that same hand curves around her soft jaw until landing behind her neck.

he did not move without her.

but he was right about this. a place, his instinct maybe, or that always calling voice of the sea told him as much.

“ we are NOT --- ” the low rumble carries further in water, arthur careful to readjust his tone. old habits, “ going back to children as political bargaining chips. ” especially when he can already hear the old bags of their council harping on about some curse in his lineage as the sole cause of mera’s mad queen rampage that inevitably destroys their world. what ground did that gain them in actuality? half their people satisfied with guarantees of the future, half disavowing mera as their queen after dedicating her life serving them.

“ dealing in the what if’s. those hardly ever served us any good, just gave ‘em a way to keep the door open on more demands. i think we should move as we always do : be their guides. ” sealed with a kiss pressed against mera’s head, dipped down until their noses were resting against the other. his smile is hard to keep contained, “ besides, when have i ever been wrong? ”

#atlanqueen

phastos

#majestic af

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If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

man could pluck every star from their heavens and none still would match this white - hot FEROCITY arthur saw sparking within his own wife’s eyes. he’d always admired that about her; capable of broadcasting ( not only to himself but every living creature ) her truest nature with refined poignancy. even when that tongue of hers cut deeper than any knife, even if what she had to say was contrary to a fantasy ( it would seem ) developing in a large part of his mind.

both hands reach out and frame her face, “ mera, ” guttural and raw and deep and sang before her DAILY, “ please. ” arthur made devout within HER home and hers alone, should she ever forget who he’d sworn himself to more than a decade prior. but when atlantis called, they answered — together or none at all.

“ we knew this would be challenging, ” still his tone is as steady as the sea without breeze before her. “ and we’ve endured more than has been asked of any before us. they already exhausted every measure to rip this throne from our hands … ” as his drop to grab her own. “ i’m only floating the possibility of … a push towards reunification. once this ancient magic bullshit is settled, once we’ve established clout with the council. ”

#atlanqueen

liasprompts

a collection of muse headcanon questions inspired by the major arcana of the tarot / send the corresponding number(s) for headcanons surrounding the given prompts !

00. the fool : what are your muse’s thoughts on new beginnings ? does it frighten them or excite them ? 01. the magician : how does your muse feel about fate ? do they believe they can change their own destiny ? 02. the high priestess : how does your muse make decisions ? do they trust their instinct or would they rather trust their heart / their logic ? 03. the empress : does your muse have parental / nurturing figures in their life ? how do they impact them ? 04. the emperor : how much respect does your muse have for authority ? why is this ? 05. the hierophant : what are your muse’s morals / ethics ? do they follow their moral code strictly ? 06. the lovers : how important are relationships to your muse ? do they value having a significant other ? 07. the chariot : how much does your muse care about winning ? are they a sore loser ? 08. strength : how does your muse use their energy ? do they tend to work towards their goals steadily or in bursts ? 09. the hermit : how introspective is your muse ? how often do they self - reflect ? 10. the wheel of fortune : how well / badly does your muse take setbacks on their goals ? 11. justice : does your muse find it easy to be impartial in emotional situations ? 12. the hanged man : how open is your muse to new opportunities ? do they constantly look for them or do they simply take whatever comes their way ? 13. death : is there anything in your muse’s life that they should be letting go of ? 14. temperance : does your muse make plans ? how impulsive are they ? has this gotten them into good / bad situations and how have they dealt with them? 15. the devil : is your muse addicted to any substances ? is there anything that could possibly make them quit ? 16. the tower : what event drastically changed your muse’s life ? do they resent that event or are they glad of it ? 17. the star : what does your muse take inner comfort in knowing ? what guides your muse ? 18. the moon : what does your muse long for ? is it a realistic desire ? 19. the sun : in general, how optimistic is your muse ? does your muse appreciate the small things in life ? 20. judgement : is your muse forgiving of themselves ? how about of others who wrong them ? 21. the world : is there one thing in life that your muse must accomplish ? what will they do when they complete that goal ?

speaksfish

for @dangerwatson && @vnmblast as well

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mitchellwrites

deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

speaksfish

for @dangerwatson && @vnmblast as well

#f : meme weekend 4.11

dcmultiverse

Jason Momoa as Arthur Curry in Aquaman (2018)

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@journaloist : you’re more than welcome to come with us.

“ and risk getting in the way of whatever plan you’ve got stored in that docket’uh yours ? i don’t think so, lane. ” a JOKE, of course. arthur gave them both the classic once over ( couldn’t help himself, didn’t know who this red head kid was and wanted damn sure they both understood his trust began and ended with lois. )

“ you’re buyin’ drinks after. ”

#journaloist

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