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why do i thrash about - why do i fuss inside this narrow, limited frame - when life, the whole of life, ( with all its JOYS ), is open to me?
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:: OSWALD
For a fleeting moment, his heart stopped.
Of course Lillibeth wasn’t coming back. She really was gone – forever, at that, while all that remained of her were memories and those two little boys. Certainly he could do those things; keep her alive for Edwin and Enoch(and himself) with stories, and love the twins with every fiber of his being, just as he would always do Lily.
The emotion welled up within him, but all Oswald would allow to escape was a single sniff. He turned away from Daniel to conceal this, not wanting to show weakness in front of his friend, nor to make the other uncomfortable with such a display.
The following inquiry caught him off-guard, which in this case was good – serving as a distraction. “I doubt their nanny would be terribly opposed to you visiting them,” he answered honestly. “God knows that I am often too busy with work these days to see them myself.”
Then a pause, before the butcher tentatively asked, “.. Are such things what you had done with your sister?”
❛ i did, yes. your boys will be grateful for such stories, oswald. ❜
or at least, that’s what he assumed he did. the image of his mother is long forgotten. was she a blonde, or a brunette? was she pale or tanned? the thought of having a mother was warming and comforting, but he can only assume she was a kind and gentle soul. he remembers how she died, but not her life. not how she treated him. he was too embarrassed to ask hazel questions about their mother, because what if he never did tell her anything? what if she asked him to tell her one?
even if oswald had begun to shed tears before daniel, he wouldn’t have judged. only god knows how many times daniel has cried himself to sleep. his expression softened, and in the moment, he wanted to give mandus a hug - but he made no notion for it. not yet, at least.
my name is casper and today i am eating sour gummi worms for breakfast.
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Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.
Bonus points if you include a topic. ( IE. shipping, roleplaying, ect. )
all of the ships i have daniel in at the moment are with men and i’m just...wow, how much more gay can he get. has he ever loved a girl romantically. will he ever love a girl romantically.
munday: i went to the mall yesterday and found some awesome glasses at h&m 8)
So, Gregory, we are on a date. Yes, we are.
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:: ???
there’s always something that strikes him as odd about this era. the age of brass and steam. of clockwork contraptions, and mechanised monoliths. the dawn of industry. he remembers the days before mankind had any of this, before they had fire, even. how far they have come, from the fur covered primates that they once were. he’s torn from his inner monologue by the sight of another. he is still new to conversation, but so desperate to make contact. to speak with those whose lives he had missed through his own stubbornness. ❝ excuse me, sir. you wouldn’t happen to have the time, would you? ❞
this day and age was daniel’s home - and it was all he could expect it to be. each day he learned something new about the world and its inhabitants, all of which is information he can accept in his short lifespan. however, living for eternity? there would be too much stimulation to build up for centuries, too much to remember - is the human mind even capable of such a feat? to think of a human trying to comprehend and store everything he’s learned in just two lifetimes and how their brains could burst from it all was a gruesome image in his mind. he’d assume it is possible to live happily with the knowledge of firsthand experience in the past few centuries simply by thinking of a certain otherworldly person, but this observation could not be applicable as he was not human.
in a huff, daniel caught a voice trying to catch his attention, and he whirled around to look the man in the eye. the question only brought a casual shrug, and a turn of his head as he tried to search for a clock anywhere in the perimeter.
❛ ah...the last time i checked, it was a quarter to two. ❜
iincendiu replied to your post: SO THERE’S THIS GUY IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD WHO WAS...
my advice is kill him
sounds like a solid plan
SO THERE’S THIS GUY IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD WHO WAS SELLING AN XBOX ONE AND KINECT AND GAMES FOR DIRT CHEAP AND I WAS LIKE !!!!!! OH MY GOD IM GONNA BUY THIS I HAVE THE MONEY I’M SO GONNA GET IT AND SO I CONTACTED THE GUY ON FB AND HE SAID HE WAS STILL SELLING IT AND I WAS ECSTATIC SO I TOLD HIM I’D BE WILLING TO MEET HIM ALMOST WHENEVER RIGHT. OK HERE’S THE KICKER THE GROUP HE POSTED IT ON HAS A RULE THAT SAYS “FIRST COME FIRST SERVE” SO BASICALLY WHOEVER CONTACTS YOU FIRST HAS DIBS ON THE ITEM UNLESS THEY BACK OUT AND THEN THE NEXT PERSON WHO HAS AN OFFER CAN BUY IT. AND HE’S HAD THAT THING POSTED FOR A MONTH OR SO BEFORE I SAW IT AND HE NEVER GOT BACK TO ME ABOUT MEETING UP WITH HIM TO BUY THE SYSTEM SO TODAY, A WEEK AFTER ASKING HIM IF WE COULD MEET UP (AND HE DIDN’T EVEN RESPOND HE SAW MY MESSAGE BUT HE SAID NOTHING???), I WANTED TO MAKE SURE HE WAS STILL SELLING IT AND. HE SOLD IT. HE FREAKING SOLD IT. IM LIKE!!!! BINCH!!!!1 WHAT U DOING!!!!!!!! IM SO
:: ???
‘ there’s no mourning involved. it’s cultural rhetoric. there’s nothing you can say to someone who’s suffered a loss, really. it just .. is. ——- my mother died when i was six years old and people still tell me they’re sorry when they find out. it’s awfully uncomfortable. ’
❛ i always found it to be quite comforting when people say that. it...keeps the memory of her alive, if you will? so she still lives on, even if it’s just a vague thought in your mind. i wouldn’t want my mother to be forgotten. ❜
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why do i thrash about - why do i fuss inside this narrow, limited frame - when life, the whole of life, ( with all its JOYS ), is open to me?
So Tumblr are you going to fix this issue? You took away the control panel on people’s blogs. Now we can’t edit our posts, our themes, we can’t like posts from blogs nor reblog. It looks like how it would if I wasn’t signed in even though I am.
For all the editors and artists and fic writers out there. Please fix this.
Well that sucks :/ If anyone needs it urgently, for theme customisation and edits you can use the direct URLs:
The post ID is the series of numbers you find in the URL of a post, for example 154278224697. You can grab this number from the direct link to a post, which looks like this:
http://a-queenoffairys.tumblr.com/post/154278224697/captainpoe-so-tumblr-are-you-going-to-fix-this
DANIEL JUST WANTED A NORMAL LIFE.
apparently, “normal” was a feat that was out of his league. from a distant eye one would think he’s got it together - he had just graduated from university with a bachelor’s in archaeology, was employed under a museum, and was invited to an excavation in algeria. he had a goal in life, and it was to do what he loved without harsh criticizing from his abusive father. he spent most of his life defending his younger sister, hazel, putting her before himself and nearly begging for any punishments if it meant she would be left unharmed. he always thought himself to be a good man.
it was during his very first dig, the one where you show your best impressions, when his life when further down the drain than he would have ever expected. it is assumed that his psychosis was triggered when he became trapped inside a tomb for an hour, pulled out to safety with a glass ball in his hands and muttering gibberish. he was immediately sent home to recover.
enamored by this glass orb, he visited a geologist to learn what he could about it, but it wasn’t long after that when daniel began to be visited by nightmares. much to his terror, only a week after visiting the geologist, he heard that the poor man had been brutally murdered. the nightmares began to get worse, and he was losing sleep, thinking of the description he was given of what remains were left of the poor geologist.
he visited a doctor soon after to get medication for the nightmares. they weren’t of much help. exactly seven days after the visit, the doctor was found murdered - in the same fashion as the geologist. their limbs were detached, their heads split in half, their skin flayed. that was when daniel had his epiphany: he was being followed, and by a mystical being no less: he calls it “the shadow,” and he believes it wants to kill him.
soon, daniel became a suspect in the murder of the two men. then he was the primary suspect. then he was arrested, taken into custody, and trialed. daniel had no recollection of the murders. it was the shadow who killed them! why would he hurt those men? his only escape from prison was to plea insanity, much to his humiliation, but it worked. he was classified as “insane” and was sent to central state hospital.
he still believes the shadow is after him. he thinks that if he stays there any longer, it will kill him and everybody else in its path. he wants nothing more than to escape the hellhole and visit his sister one last time. he doesn’t want to die, but he knows it will consume him when he can no longer run. but that’s only until he realizes that blood sacrifices might sway the shadow’s mind.
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i need to learn how to become content with my themes because while my personal theme code is totally functional i just...wanna...change codes...lord.