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whats-in-a-sentence · 3 months
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In the aftermath, Uhr reported to Marlow "shooting six blacks for murder of shepherd". In his memoirs, Fetherstonhaugh put the number higher:
We all started off on our punitive expedition. These fellows tracked the blacks with ease. They put the number down at about twenty from the tracks, including gins. We white men could not see sign of a track till after we had been a week after them. In one place we were crossing a rocky river, and I asked a Murray black, called Capito, an old fellow, what he was following. He pointed to where a black had spit out something he had been chewing, and sure enough others had also been chewing and spitting.
Our trip was quite a picnic. We did about ten miles a day, tracking all the time. Sometimes, of course, off the scent and delayed. No one watched at night, and if the blacks had been about and been game, they could have easily crept on us in the dark. I asked Uhr if this had ever happened. He said only once, and then the wild blacks were led by two runaway black troopers and they pretty well wiped out the police camp. The troopers cooked good food for us and most delicious "beggars on the coals," sort of Johnny cakes.
After doing about one hundred miles on the tenth day, as Capito and I were riding in the lead in open scrub country, suddenly he leaned down on his horse and went off as hard as he could, I after him. He had sighted the "myalls." We galloped into them m they were running in all directions. The gins lay down, one was shot by mistake. We shot down two blackfellows and got through them and turned back. A shot from one of our fellows hit my horse in the chest – no harm done. In a few minutes all the blacks, twelve of them, were shot. If one or two tried to fight they had no chance . . .
We sat down, and it seemed very cold blooded that with some of the dead blacks lying close to us, and the gins scowling at us from a little distance off, we ate and enjoyed our pot of tea and our dinner.
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"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr
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tenth-sentence · 3 months
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He had cause in these years to reprimand officers who let troopers desert, horses break down, rations run out, and men get about town unkempt and drunk.
"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr
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aquitainequeen · 2 months
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Since John Blackthorne is canonically a fan of the theatre, I decided to find out what he could realistically quote when describing the London theatrical scene to Mariko or Toranaga.
Regrettably he wouldn't be able to reference either King Lear or Macbeth, since they're dated to around 1605-06, so no Ran/Throne of Blood/Akira Kurosawa nods. Alas.
Also, no Henry V (1599), Julius Caesar (1599) or Hamlet (1600-1602) as he's been away from England for about two years. However, he could feasibly quote from Henry VI Parts I, II and III, Titus Andronicus, Richard III, Richard II and maybe Henry IV Parts I and II, depending on when he left to go to sea, as they're all dated up to 1598. (Plus, as @fairy-anon-godmother noted, and most fittingly for how things currently stand between he and Mariko, Romeo and Juliet!!!)
He'd also be able to quote Christopher Marlowe's Dr. Faustus (1592-93). I bet he'd love that play, purely because the main character punches the pope.
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cerealforkart · 9 months
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Dungeons and Daddies the Manga Lesson 40: The Teenhigh Saga: Break-In Wrong: Part 1
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evviejo · 6 months
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thirteen’s era appreciation: 318/?
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Daily reminder that the angels in Paradise Lost canonically have gay sex
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bootyduke · 9 months
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I think that Lucifer being in love with God makes all of existence the most tragic heartbreak we can imagine. When the devil speaks of the divine, it must be through tears. When Hozier said, "Do you know I could break beneath the weight of the goodness, Love, I still carry for you?" and John Milton lied, "Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven," and Christopher Marlowe said, "Think’st thou that I, who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being deprived of everlasting bliss?" I think they were saying the same thing
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thebigolbee · 2 years
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Don’t talk to me or my bald son ever again
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hermanunworthy · 10 months
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so i work at a pizza place and today i met one of my coworkers who is this cool alt girl w black and pink hair in a ponytail and the moment i saw her i was like holy shit. i found the real scary marlowe
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plutoceanic · 9 months
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man's just wanted a pretty boyfriend
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enchantzz · 6 months
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Mitchell's Diary - In over my Head
One-shots in the series of Art & Vampires. Excerpts from Mitchell’s diary.
Words: 767
Being a badass male vampire doesn't mean you can handle female vampires 😁
References to stories in the Art & Vampires series - 1. New Orleans and 2. London and 6. New York
Art & Vampires is about the relationship and developments around Mitchell, a vampire and Amy (Ames), a human. It’s about the vampire world, the supernatural, but also about history, cities around the world, art, antiques and adventures.
Face claims vampires: Aidan Turner - John Mitchell, Richard Armitage - Rick Marlowe, Jaime Murray - Alana (Lana) Lenoir and Ben Barnes - Ben Sheldon. Humans: Mila Kunis - Amy (Ames) Quinn, Bianca Lawson - Lena Parker (witch).
List of Mitchell’s diary One Shots in the Art & Vampires Master list
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Rick warned me,  but of course I didn't listen.  That time,  I was in way over my head and I can tell you that being immortal is less attractive when Alana keeps bringing up your mistake and rubs your face in it every time she gets the chance. But what can I say,  she was a beauty.  
I'm talking about Neesha of course.  
I'll never forget her and not just because Lana keeps reminding me, the she-devil. I hope she doesn't get her hands on this diary,  otherwise I'm screwed,  like that time I got involved with Neesha. And I mean literally.
It was in the forties, nineteen forties. I need to remember to mention the centuries.  We were back in London and I had been able to get my life,  or existence, to be exact,  back on track after,  well,  you know,  Belle.  
I had been thinking.  I couldn't go through any of that again, losing a loved one.  I'd had a hard enough time before Belle,  dealing with the fact that you will always outlive your loved ones,  but losing Belle hit hard, as you are well aware,  because I've written diaries full of my laments.  
So,  I had a plan,  a brilliant one.  I had the perfect solution.  I would get myself a female vampire companion,  who would never leave me and I would have eternal happiness.  Neesha was going to be just that. Or so I thought.
In the first half of the 20th century,  we moved around from New Orleans to New York,  and finally back to London. After the war, London was a mess. The city was severely damaged and even though our neighborhood wasn't spared,  The Mayfair,  our mansion,  was.  We moved back for a while to keep an eye on things and make sure that it remained our house. People who lost their homes during the bombings of London were being relocated to abandoned houses and we needed to make sure that our mansion was not going to be taken over by others. 
Fortunately for me,  even though the city was damaged and the people were recovering from the war,  there were always parties to be found.  Especially for us vampires. 
As you can imagine,  I was spending as much time as I could attending as many parties as I could.  I was determined to find that vampire companion and never be sad again.  
Neesha was a gorgeous goddess, who stood out amongst the crowd like a shining star in the dark night sky,  quite literally,  with her shiny jewelry and extravagant silver dress.
I can't even remember how I got there,  to that party,  but I will always remember the sight of her and how I,  half intoxicated,  chatted her up and actually managed to get her undivided attention.  
As said,  Rick had warned me not to get involved with her. He had an eye for 'trouble', but,  you know,  I had my plan and this scrumptious woman was going to fit that perfectly.  
To this day I'm still not sure if she was playing with me,  like a cat with her prey,  or if I had enamored her with my charm.
By the end of the night, having abandoned Rick and Alana, I found myself in Neesha's arms, or in hindsight,  claws,  in what seemed to be a former hotel somewhere in the city.  She had made the hotel her home  and the top room,  with a huge skylight,  was her den.  
I don't know how many times we fucked, but it seemed like we did nothing else for days.  It was like I was under her spell and I couldn't get free and I am man enough to admit that my dick actually hurt! 
You know,  as vampires,  we recover quickly,  also on that front,  but after Neesha,  I was about ready to be celebate for the rest of my immortal life. 
At some point,  I must have seen the light and realize that I wasn't ready to have my existence ended by sex.  Even if death by sex sounds pleasant enough.  So,  I ran and didn't look back and my not so brilliant plan of getting a vampire companion went out the door with me.  I didn't stay celibate of course,  but those are stories for another time. 
Anyway,  I'm not sure why I wrote down this memory.  Maybe it's because Ames was fishing for embarrassing stories from the past and I didn't really want to confess all this to her.  Or maybe it's a way of letting go. Now if only Alana could do the same. 
Time to say goodnight for now and hide you well,  my dear diary.  I'm ready to join my sweet Ames in bed, cuddle up to her and make pleasant memories.
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whats-in-a-sentence · 3 months
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When the time came for him to leave, the Maranoa squatters were sorry to see him go. "We are perfectly satisfied with Lieutenant Marlow, and his mode of dealing with the blacks," wrote the occupier of 80,000-acre Amby.
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"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr
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tenth-sentence · 3 months
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One day as his men were building a camp, a party of blacks approached and offered to dance with them.
"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr
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spxranza · 8 months
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This sound is so them
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darthnostra · 28 days
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Faustus meme, anyone?
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evviejo · 2 years
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thirteen’s era appreciation: 74/?
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