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The VVitch: A New England Folktale (2015) dir. Robert Eggers

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|   |   |      𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚄𝙴𝙳   sentence starter.      /   @wiltdd​.

𝙸𝚃’𝚂 𝙰 𝙻𝙸𝙴 ,   thomasin has no doubt.   the woman probably hates the place!   shitty little town it is.   picturesque and unchanging as it is  —  it’s still just the nowhere place people just bide their time to leave.   but hey ,   she’s a good actress  (a great actress ,   one of the best for sure!)  and thomasin could see a less keen eye falling for this display of nostalgic...  she wants to say ‘PRIDE’ but it doesn’t quite fit ,   maybe ‘PITY’ would be better.   “All my life.  Just like you !  —  before.”   so I know there’s only a whole lot of nothing to miss if you leave ,   but it’s probably supposed to be flattering ;   HEY BUMPKINS ,   I REMEMBER YOU  &  YOUR LITTLE DEAD LIFE.   thomasin squints against the light and grins ,   grinding her heel into the ground  an absent minded movement that jostles her long ponytail  (with fly - away hairs dancing in the sunlight as if they too can’t bear to stand still).

      “But it’s not  L. A.”   two letters pronounced with perfectly serious adulation only a child should be able to conjure  (too old to still be so faithful to the admiration of the big - screen life found in photoshopped magazines and scripted MTV clips ,   but all that golden sun and seduction is irresistible).   YELLOW  PAGES?   The image is vivid and entirely meaningless to the youth.   Why would her mother have pages colored yellow ,   and what for?   there’s no way to probe for an answer without letting the starlet know she’s ignorant.   “Was it so hard to leave?   To have to come back?”

      What’s a  mother  compared to  FAME ,   right?

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*      𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴.      ( 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌  𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 )

|   |   |      @stfreds :   “I know what it feels like to feel…different." 

𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂  𝙰𝚂  𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴  𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚆𝚂  𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙷.   A girl like Fred  with her beauty  and charming off - beat personality  like the lead in a fan - favorite rom - com  blundering her way through life’s problems  and  (presumably)  always coming out on top  —  and with a cute smile and one or two out of place ringlets dangling over strong brow  —  DIFFERENT?   It doesn’t quite make sense.   When Cat is tired of Dorothy’s grooming and sets her tail to repeated warning flicks  giving the vet technician a bitter glare ,   she loses herself in imaginings of the way Fred would handle Cat.   Freckled and distinguished hands that seem to exude compassion  simply must have the softest touch ,   an inherent trait  not a practiced skill.   Many days have been spent in vain effort of emulating what she thinks Cat is certainly used to  and deserves ,   with her own careful but nervous hands.

      Dorothy’s big round eyes betray her loss of concentration.   “Do you?”   sweet surprise mingles with gleeful acceptance  —  has she all along been closer to this brilliant woman than she’d dare realized?   Sharing something in common is a special thing  not uncommon  but special all the same.   “I never would have guessed.”   Before this moment  STANDING  OUT   hadn’t been considered a compliment in her mind ,   much better to fit in well  and play the game ,   surely.

      “You seem so... comfortable.”

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𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔   𝙎𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙔'𝙎   𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙇𝘿𝘼   𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎.

these are taken from the book/novel with the same title, triggers may be present, proceed with caution, feel free to adjust any you that you deem necessary.

if pain can purify the heart, mine will be pure.

a nymph of the woods such as you were.

my greatest pleasure was the enjoyment of a serene sky amidst these verdant woods.

i will never desert life until this last hope is torn from my bosom.

you are still, as you ever were, lovely, beautiful beyond expression.

it was a passion that had frown with his growth…

none knew of their love except their own two hearts.

i am in a strange state of mind.

i am alone—quite alone—in the world.

i know that i am about to die and i feel happy.

perhaps a history such as mine had better die with me.

i shall never see the snows of another winter.

i am too weak both in body and mind to resist the slightest impulse.

what had i to love?

i must collect my thoughts.

i hope i have strength sufficient to fulfill it.

they were never separate and seldom admitted a third to their society.

i was born, and my mother died a few days after my birth.

when i leave this place do not expect to hear from me.

i must break all ties that at present exist.

i shall become a wanderer, a miserable outcast—alone! alone!

i ran wild about our park and the neighboring fields.

i wandered for ever about these lovely solitudes, gathering flower after flower.

when i looked round and found none to love; but i quickly dried my tears.

i found others highly interesting which i had before neglected as dull.

i had been a dreamer.

i never found courage to depart.

he/she/they will love me!

i can hardly prevent myself from hastening immediately to you.

i could not sleep but paced all night about my chamber.

i looked more like a spirit than a human maid.

i had so beloved a companion for my rambles.

is it not strange that grief should quickly follow so divine a happiness?

i had no idea that misery could arise from love.

i remember we had talked of future travels that we should undertake together—.

should give my poor heart life?

i will not dwell longer than I need on these disastrous circumstances.

but days of peaceful melancholy were of rare occurrence.

i, foolish and presumptuous wretch!

i entreat you and listen to me: do not turn away from me.

tell me, can i do nothing?

you well know that on the whole earth there is no sacrifice that i would not make.

you are indeed presumptuous, [name:optional], presumptuous and very rash.

i will be very patient.

am i the cause of your grief?

i demand, and most solemnly i demand if in any way i am the cause of your unhappiness.

do not urge me to your destruction.

speak that word; it will bring peace, not death.

we shall be happy; there will no longer be doubt.

why do you bring me out, and torture me, and tempt me, and kill me—

we shall love each other as before, and for ever.

my affection will soothe your sorrow.

what do you mean?

you know not what you mean.

but your words i cannot bear.

but you only confirm my resolution to put an end to this state of doubt.

am i not the most miserable worm that crawls?

do i not embrace your knees, and you most cruelly repulse me?

i know it—i see it—you hate me!

you are my bane, my poison, my disgust!

perhaps i am changed in mien as the fallen archangel.

were not those the words you uttered?

i can no longer sustain myself; surely this is death that is coming.

let me lay my head near your heart; let me die in your arms!

come, come, the worst is past: no more grief, tears or despair..

i am chilled by the snows of winter!

from whom is this letter?

i have betrayed your confidence.

i am sure i should feel it even in my grave.

it is a strange link in my fate that without having seen you i should passionately love you.

i dwelt on your looks, your words, your motions, and drank in unmixed delight.

i must be more brief for night draws on apace and all my hours in this house are counted.

was my love blamable?

i should certainly have died if you had not hastened to me.

do i not look forward to a miserable future?

is not this a fearful curse that i labor under?

it is far better for your peace that you should be ignorant of my destination.

you will not do this, i know you will not.

you must forget me and all the evil that i have taught you.

the sound is the same as that which i heard in my dream.

where is now my hope?

do not mistake me; i never was really mad.

is she/he/they dead?

what is death? to see you no more?

i had fallen at once from bliss to misery.

we know not what all this wide world means; its strange mixture of good and evil.

do you think i sow my seed in the barren air, and have no end in what i do?

are you not young, and fair, and good?

if you can never be happy, can you never bestow happiness?

hope, and your wounds will be already half healed.

love is a delicate sprite and easily hurt by rough jealousy.

i feel death to be near at hand and i am calm.

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CLASSICAL HORROR STARTERS.

‘   it’s alive! alive! arrrhhhh, now i know it is really possible!   ‘

‘   it’s a monster, shoot it!  ‘

‘   it’s alive! it’s alive! ‘

‘   crazy, am i? we’ll see whether i’m crazy or not.  ‘

‘   there are far worse things awaiting man than death.   ‘

‘   if she dies by day. but i shall see that she dies by night. ‘

‘   i will find your earth-box and drive that stake through your heart.   ‘

‘   listen to them. children of the night. what music they make.   ‘

‘   blood is life! blood is life!   ‘

‘   i am going far away to the land of robbers and ghosts.   ‘

‘   you must go further, the werewolf haunts the woods!   ‘

‘   you have hurt yourself… your precious blood!  ‘

‘   after my first night in the castle, i found two large bites on my neck.  ‘

‘   we who are of noble blood may not follow the wishes of our hearts.  ‘

‘   awaken for a moment from your dark night.  ‘

‘   never ask him to tell your fortune; it will mean death for you.  ‘

‘   we belong dead!  ‘

‘   to a new world of gods and monsters! ‘

‘   you think i don’t know the difference between a wolf and a man? ‘

‘   you’re insane! i tell you, i killed a wolf! A PLAIN, ORDINARY WOLF! ‘

‘   it isn’t a wolf… it’s a werewolf!   ‘

‘   whoever is bitten by a werewolf and lives becomes a werewolf himself.  ‘

‘   now let it be war upon you both.  ‘

‘   anywhere you go, let me go too!‘

‘   you alone can make my song take flight! it’s over now the music of the night!  ‘

‘   share each day with me each night, each morning. ‘

‘   that fate which condemns me to wallow in blood has also denied me the joys of the flesh.   ‘

‘   let your soul take you where you long to be. only then can you belong to me.  ‘

‘   demon, eh? well, it’s no more far-fetched than your gillman. ‘

‘   the boys around here call it “the black lagoon” - a paradise. ‘

‘   mother! oh, god, mother! blood! blood!  ‘

‘   we all go a little mad sometimes.  ‘

‘   what have you done to it?! what have you done to its eyes?!  ‘

‘   what names you give things!   ‘

‘   i have no soul. i’m beyond the pale. i’m one of the living dead!  ‘

‘   you cannot conquer it. it has conquered you! ‘

‘   things one can’t do, are the ones i want to. ‘

‘   i shall not dwell today on the secrets of the human body, in sickness and in health. ’

‘   today i want to talk to you of a greater marvel: the soul of man!  ‘

‘   sometimes a doctor must hurt you a little to make you well, right?  ‘

‘   you have no interests in science at all!  ‘

‘   it’s only a bruise. it will be quite well in a few days. ‘

‘   i beg your pardon, sir. i thought i heard a strange voice.  ‘

‘   thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! no hungry generations tread thee down. ‘

‘   if you could see me now, what would you think? ‘

‘   zombies!  ‘

‘   you must bring her back.  ‘

‘   not dead? are you mad? i saw her die. ‘

‘   the doctor signed the certificate. i saw them bury her. ‘

‘   for you, my friend, they are the angels of death. ‘

‘   they are not men, they are dead bodies.  ‘

‘   before we get through with this thing we may uncover sins that even the devil would be ashamed of.  ‘

‘   i felt her deadly cold breath on my throat. i must have fainted. i knew no more.  ‘

‘   we all thought our vampire scheme was so simple, so certain of success. ‘

‘   it is the darkness. here, our doors are protected with bat thorns..  ‘

‘   a dead white face with burning eyes, and a ghastly wound on his head! ‘

‘   this vampire business, it has given me a great idea for a new act.  ‘

‘   she must’nt die! you understand?  ‘

‘   i realized the power i held, the power to rule, to make the world grovel at my feet.  ‘

‘   and if you try and escape by the window, i shall follow you. ‘  

‘   my darling… i failed. i meddled in things that man must leave alone.  ‘

‘   there’s a way back, you fool. there must be a way back!  ‘

‘   one day, i’ll tell you everything. there’s no time now. ‘

‘   some man is in there with a stake through his heart.  ‘

‘   she’s under a spell that can be broken only by me… or death.  ‘

‘   i haven’t been down in the sewer in a hundred years.  ‘

‘   now, what’s a beautiful girl like you doing calling for help?  ‘

‘   please, spare me the painful details. we haven’t a moment to waste! ‘

‘   i don’t mean to be nosy, but what is the purpose of this machine?  ‘

‘   this is written with the reddest ink i think i have ever seen… ‘

‘   i haven’t been this insulted since the day i died!  ‘

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Nick Dunne took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money. He took and took from me until I no longer existed. That’s murder. Let the punishment fit the crime.

Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl (via joanna-lannister)

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Fantastic Mr. Fox Sentence Starters 

( feel free to change pronouns )

“What’d the doctor say?”

“By the way you look unbelievably beautiful tonight. You’re practically glowing.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“If we’re still alive tomorrow morning, I want you to find another line of work.”

“I’m sick.”

“We ARE poor. But we’re happy.”

“This is the tree! Come on over.”

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

“May I ask what you do for a living?”

“In summation, I think you just gotta not do it, man. That’s all.”

“I understand what you’re saying and your comments are valuable. But I’m gonna ignore your advice.”

“Are you cussing with me?”

“Flip it sideways. Don’t try and be a Superman here.”

“Do you think I’m an athlete?”

“Who am I, ____?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but it sounds illegal.”

“There’s a lot of attitudes going around here. Don’t let me get one.”

“Sleep wherever you want, man. Here, take my bed. I’ll just, uh, I’ll crawl under the bookcase. Who cares if I get splinters in my ears.”

“Oh, you’re gonna pout about it?  Because I’ve had it up to here with the sad house-guest routine!”

“This is actually kind of a big deal, so don’t just say ‘okay’.”

“Are you listening to me? Because I look into your eyes and I can’t tell if you’re getting any of this.”

“Are you a bully? You’re starting to sound like a bully.”

“You’re disloyal.”

“You’re improving. Let’s put it like that.”

“Here put this bandit hat on.”

“Oh I’m as careful as a- Whoa whoa whoa!!”

“Whoa. I didn’t see you sitting in the dark over there.”

“If what I think is happening is happening…It better not be.”

“May I have a word with you privately?”

“I’m gonna lose my temper now.”

“I’m gonna just put dirt in my ears. That’s better. I can’t hear you now, but keep talking.”

“I just want to see a little sunshine.”

“I’m sick of your back-talk! We have rights!”

“Don’t do that.”

“I can fight my own fights”

“I know what it feels like to feel…different.

You wrote a bad song, ___!”

“We took everything!”

“They took everything?”

“They say you’re a natural. True or false? Answer the question.”

“We look good.”

“I love you too, but I shouldn’t have married you.”

“Could I have a glass of water?”

“They got the boy.”

“You’re still as fine looking as creme brulee.”

“He went bananas.”

“Will you join me?”

“What the cuss is he burning?”

“I think he eats soap.”

“Yeah, I’m just gonna chop this thing right off.”

“I weigh less than a slice of bread.”

“Don’t turn around.”

“I think we’re both glowing.”

“That was a good toast.”

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Gone Girl (2014) dir. David Fincher

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Nobody would believe what an effort it is to do what little I am able,– to dress and entertain, and order things.

Charlotte Perkins Gilman, from “The Yellow Wallpaper” (via theclassicsreader)

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THE VVITCH: A New-England Folktale (2015), dir. Robert Eggers. Witches Sabbath (1789) / Witches Flight (1798) by Francisco de Goya.

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all  women  rp  blog .      (   mutuals - only   )

an  18+  blog curated by  mars ,   24.   exclusive to  well - plotted  interactions  &.  dynamics.      all  muses  are  heavily  head - canon  &.  original  lore  based.   doc can be found through the top link.

muses  include :   amy  dunne  of  gillian  flynn’s  2012  novel ,      dorothy  gale  of  the  1939  wizard  of  oz  film ,      medusa  of  greek  mythology ,      thomasin  gray  of  the  2015  film  the  vvitch ,      jane  teilt  of  the  1892  short  story  the  yellow  wallpaper.

      𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚃𝚈  𝙻𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙻 :   very low.       𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁  𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚂 :   @veridical​   &.   @monstrnochi​.

content warning:   sexual assault  /  abuse mention ,   witchcraft ,   body horror mention ,   mental illness ,   and other horror based themes.