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rockunderthewater · 8 months
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All this desolate and shining sea is no place for you.
— My dead Columbine, Evelyn Scott
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sweet-vanilla-sims · 1 year
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1500-1599 Recap Part 40:
Agnes had her twins Isabel and Adam. Adrian aged up and that’s when the eyes I liked changed. 
Mary got married and became an Upton. Then had her twins Judith and James. 
Evelyn had Lettice who is secretly one of my favorite sims to come from a side family. She’s so pretty. 
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violettesiren · 1 year
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Where I used to be I could hear the sea. The black ragged palm fronds flung themselves against the twilight sky. The moon stared up from the water like a fish's eye. I had the loneliness that sings. It made me light and gave me wings.
Is it the dust and the iron railings and the blank red brick That makes me sick? There is no space to be lonely any more And crumbling feet on a city street Sound past the door.
Home Again by Evelyn Scott
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MAIS QUE UMA CURIOSIDADE
Otto Maria Carpeaux | O Jornal , 1944 Sugerido por Carpeaux nas décadas de 1940–1960, Escapade (1923), da americana Evelyn Scott, será enfim publicado — neste mês, pela Versal Editores. — “ Escapade é, pelo menos para leitores brasileiros ”, diz o crítico, “ um livro único, incomparável: é um clássico nosso ”. Não sei quantos leitores encontraram, nos próprios Estados Unidos, a romancista…
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mirroredroads · 7 months
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to live, even when it feels unbearable. | Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945) / The White Book (Le Livre Blanc) by Jean Cocteau, 1930 / Mieko Kawakami, Heaven / Insomnia, Mark Andres, acrylic on canvas, 2021 / Florence Welch, from Useless Magic: Lyrics and Poetry; “Maybe it would be fun” / Aleksandra Waliszewska / El Sur (Víctor Erice, 1983) / Deer On the Side of the American Highway by Devin Kelly / neil hilborn, numbered days / Sun on the horizon (Naomi Kawase, 1996) / Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Eat”
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doctorprofessorsong · 3 months
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Have been low-key having a breakdown about this article all day.
“Even in a crowded room, they saw no one else.”
Please.
“Have you ever heard of gravity collapse? Some people call it love at first sight,” he said, according to Royce. “This was the first time I’d felt it for anyone.”
Stop. I can't take it.
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If I had a nickel for every time a tragic lesbian love story set in the colonial 1600s absolutely ruined my life, I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but its---
Actually, it isn't a lot. Give me more.
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rebelumbrella46 · 8 months
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The Seven Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo
My FanCast (As i imagined them while i was reading, sorry if some are not accurate)
Ernie Diaz
Ava Jogia
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2. Don Adler
Richard Madden
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3. Mick Riva
Diego Boneta
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4. Rex North
Scott Eastwood
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5. Harry Cameron ❤️
Sam Claflin
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6. Max Girard
Louis Garrel (Age-up)
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7. Robert Jamison
Joe Alwyn (aged-up)
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Celia St James
(I know, i'm sorry... i just always imagined her brunette and short)
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the-prince-of-pigs · 1 year
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list a song for every letter of your username (depresso espresso playlist version for me)
t = Trauma (NF)
h = Hollow (Icon For Hire)
e = Evelyn Evelyn (Evelyn Evelyn)
p = Parents (Yungblud)
r = Rät (Penelope Scott)
i = Imaginary Illness (Call Me Karizma)
n = Nothing Ever Changes (Nico Collins)
c = Cult Leader (King Mala)
e = Easy’s Never Been This Hard (Citizen Soldier)
o = Over Soon (Egypt Central)
f = Faded Out (Asking Alexandria)
p = Paranoia (Nathan Wagner)
i = I Deserve To Bleed (Sushi Soucy)
g = God Must Hate Me (Catie Turner)
s = Serotonin (Call Me Karizma)
consider yourself tagged
@skeezpyuff @coconutmilkyway @michi0no @bamsara @kiki-kit @busket @doktorgirlfriend @dorinahv2
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lexxwithbooks · 1 year
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📖: 𝑳𝒊𝒄𝒌 (𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝐷𝑖𝑣𝑒 #1) 💍🎸🎤
✍🏽: 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭
Get the book! 🌟
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sweet-vanilla-sims · 2 years
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Year 1563 Part 4:
TW/CW: Death, Child Death
It wasn’t long before Thomas got word that Andrew and Dorothy had died from the Plague. The same day, word spread that Walter had also passed on. Three days later, Arthur died as well. 
News that Mary’s brother-in-law had also died spread along with the news of Mabel’s passing with Helen. 
In Windenburg, Millicent had her birthday but that was overshadowed by the news of Mathias’s death reaching the Mayne household from Sulani. Worse yet, was that Francis and both of his stepsons had died from the plague leaving behind his widow and teenage daughter. 
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violettesiren · 6 months
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Featureless people glide with dim motion through a quivering blue silver; Boats merge with the bronze-gold welters about their keels. The trees float upward in gray and green flames. Clouds, swans, boats, trees, all gliding up a hillside After some gray old women who lift their gaunt forms From falling shrouds of leaves.
Thin fingered twigs clutch darkly at nothing. Crackling skeletons shine. Along the smutted horizon of Fifth Avenue The hooded houses watch heavily With oily gold eyes.
Autumn Dusk In Central Park by Evelyn Scott
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misterrttegrimborn · 2 months
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Shhh...
(my edit)
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citizenscreen · 1 year
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Randolph Scott, Evelyn Keyes, Glenn Ford, and Edgar Buchanan take a lunchtime stroll down the Western street on the Columbia Pictures ranch during the making of THE DESPERADOES (1943).
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usernoneexistent · 1 year
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Summer 1895: Glenn gets dropped with a bomb from his father and he has to deal with it.
Warnings: Scott is a terrible dad, arranged marriages.
Glenn stared at his parents in abhorrent horror. They had sat him down in private to get away from the earshot of his little sister, Winona, who, as recently, was acting strangely. Some days, she was skittish and looked like she wanted to say something to him however disappeared all day.
"I am to be engaged?"
"Well, nothing is official yet but we wanted to tell you since..." His father trailed. He seemed more fidgety than usual. Glenn found it all far too suspicious. Was his sister in on this? No, he waved the thought away because had she known, Winona would not have been able to keep her mouth shut.
"The girl, Euphemia and her family will be joining us for dinner today." His mother looked more saddened than joyful at the news. "Though, they have sent an owl writing that they intend to arrive an hour early to allow Glenn and Euphemia to make themselves more acquainted."
"Is that so, Evelyn?"
"Yes, dear."
"Can I be excused? I need some time to myself."
His father wanted to refute, but his mother stopped Scott. She gave a soft nod of confirmation and let Glenn leave the sitting room. Typically he would have fled to the library and found comfort in the words of Aristotle and Doyle. However, he followed Winona's example and listened to his parent's conversations.
"I can't believe you have done this, Scott!" He heard his mother cry. "He's just a boy of fifteen. I thought we agreed that our children were given the freedom to choose their spouses as long as we find them suitable."
"I know, Evelyn, but have you seen the boy." Scott sighed; he could imagine his father shaking his head. "He has shown absolutely no interest in women."
"Maybe he has other preferences? Or maybe he doesn't want to show?" She suggested.
"I tried and there was still nothing. It's abnormal for a young boy his age to show no signs of worldly desires."
"So you just went and got him a fiancée!" Glenn was comforted that his mother seemed just as bewildered as him.
"Mr Macnair made an offer I couldn't refute. His manufacturing business is expanding at great speeds, and think of the dowry we would receive." His father sounded so excited and eager, like this was a mere business transaction between two families, the business of marriage. Glenn couldn't bear it any longer and left as he knew what would happen next. His mother would scold his father and cry later in private.
Glenn left for the library until the servants told him to prepare himself and prepare for the arrival of the Macnair family. He did a little digging of what he could. The Macnair's are a well-to-do pureblood family despite some having chosen a more humbling life in the highlands of Scotland. A servant boy called Glenn to the entrance.
Their butler guided the eight members of the Macnair family to the Rosewoods. He noticed Euphemia instantly. She wore a white dress that made her already pale skin like snow, and her brown hair was framed her hair in such a way that made her look younger. Despite the girl trying to smile, she looked more grimaced than anything else.
"Glad to make your acquaintance, Mr and Mrs Macnair." His mother plastered her best fake smile. Meanwhile, Winona didn't seem to be interested or engaged with them and took off to read. The two men took off, probably to have pre-dinner drinks and a smoke. At the same time, his mother, Mrs Macnair, and the Macnair boys toured Stromview manor, Glenn and Euphemia tailing behind.
"I'm Glenn Rosewood. A pleasure to make your acquaintance," he offered to shake her hand. Glenn knew the proper etiquette was to kiss her hand, but the thought made him repulsive.
"I'm Euphemia Macnair. The pleasure is all mine." She spoke with softness, but her words were all carefully pronounced.
Both remained in painful silence for several minutes before they were in the library, out of earshot. It seemed to cheer the girl up.
"I would rather that we cut to the chase as I don't want you having false hope..."
"You detest this arrangement as much as I do." Euphemia said, almost like she could read his mind.
"I see that we are both in agreement on that." Glenn felt some hope of getting out of this engagement. They both didn't want this and could say the arrangements didn't work.
"Oh, you possess Doyle," Her blue eyes brightened as she scanned the books. "Do you enjoy his work?"
"Yes, I've all his novels including his latest work, The adventures of Sherlock Holmes. I have always preferred A Study on Scarlet, his original work." He was a little intrigued and surprised by her knowledge of Doyle. "I didn't expect you have his books."
"I have five older brothers, so I just read their books when I'm bored with mine. I've always preferred The Signs of the Four by Doyle, and Sherlock had more soul there." Euphemia explained. Though what he said next surprised him.
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"What if we kept this arrangement. Only temporarily," he added quietly before Euphemia could retort without hearing him out. "Think about it. Our families won't bother us with other suitors and leave us at peace for a while, and you'll be the one to break the engagement."
"Why me?" She asked; her blue eyes pierced him.
"A man's reputation can be repaired faster than a woman's if she were the one to break it off. It's an unfortunate truth of our society." Glenn offered.
"Oh gosh, are you sure you want to do this?" She asked, worried. Glenn found it slightly amusing that she was more concerned for him than herself.
"I'm sure I'll be fine but you should be more concerned about yourself."
"I guess. If you're fine with this, then I'll accept this engagement for the time being."
Neither of them wanted this, but at the same time, it could prove helpful for the time being. Though Glenn realises that he doesn't mind Euphemia's company much. It's going to be alright; it's only to save face for a few years.
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akiraofthefour · 1 year
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"'You are fond of wine?' 'Very.' 'I wish I were. It is such a bond with other men.'"
Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
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