ahs is life

The Dying Detective

Oysters taking over the ocean are heavily associated with delirium in this story.

“You are not angry?” he asked, gasping for breath.

Poor devil, how could I be angry when I saw him lying in such a plight before me?

“It’s for your own sake, Watson,” he croaked.

“For MY sake?”

“You will tell him exactly how you have left me,” said he. “You will convey the very impression which is in your own mind–a dying man–a dying and delirious man.” 

“Indeed, I cannot think why the whole bed of the ocean is not one solid mass of oysters, so prolific the creatures seem. Ah, I am wandering! Strange how the brain controls the brain! What was I saying, Watson?”

“My directions for Mr. Culverton Smith.”

“Ah, yes, I remember. My life depends upon it. Plead with him, Watson.”

“You will persuade him to come. And then you will return in front of him. Make any excuse so as not to come with him. Don’t forget, Watson. You won’t fail me. You never did fail me. No doubt there are natural enemies which limit the increase of the creatures. You and I, Watson, we have done our part. Shall the world, then, be overrun by oysters? No, no; horrible! You’ll convey all that is in your mind.”

“Three days of absolute fast does not improve one’s beauty, Watson. For the rest, there is nothing which a sponge may not cure. With vaseline upon one’s forehead, belladonna in one’s eyes, rouge over the cheek-bones, and crusts of beeswax round one’s lips, a very satisfying effect can be produced. Malingering is a subject upon which I have sometimes thought of writing a monograph. A little occasional talk about half-crowns, oysters, or any other extraneous subject produces a pleasing effect of delirium.“



KATHERINE: So you’re from Texas, but you’re a vegetarian? How does that work out?

BENTLEY: Honestly, I only lived in Texas for two years before I moved to Thailand for twelve, then to Oregon for eleven. I’m only Southern on my birth certificate.

KATHERINE: Ah, a life in transit. I know what that’s about. Me, myself, I was born in Yerevan—Armenia—then I came to NYC, then LA….

BENTLEY: And then St. Claire? Of all places?

KATHERINE: It was time to slow down and raise my son, I figured.

its-a-hetalia-world-after-all  asked:

Yo I blink and suddenly one of my top fave blogs is getting stupid hate?? What is wrong with people?? "Ship what you want! Unless it's not my otp then ur wrong and literally hurting me with ur different opinion!" Like if it bothers them they don't need to follow?? They can even block you?? I just don't get it they're not even real!! Are they gonna start hating on fanfic authors who kill off characters in fics? Is that considered legit murder now?? Sorry, you just don't deserve this negativity :/

Fun fact: they’ve gone over to my personal blog now too.

Ah well. Life’s a challenge.

actualmongoose  asked:

Remember when ship wars were between two actual ships fighting over who's ship would be canon? Those were the days man.

One day I’ll be sitting in a rocking chair, talking to all my cats about the good ‘ol days. When people would just argue about a ship being canon but at the end of the day we could all still be friends. Ah, the life.

Am I the only one who ships Evan and Taissa so hard? If this happened I would die 😍😍😍

I need friends …. American horror story friends👌💓😘