#i love you Donna tartt

[honeymilkbubbletea]

Another ✨️WORK IN PROGRESS✨️ cause I can't bring myself to finish anything lately

It looks better in my head and I WILL make it look better

I just have to gather some stamina...

[nikov]

if equal affection cannot be, LET THE MORE LOVING ONE BE ME.

tolkien (2019) / crush, richard siken / the holiday (2006) / the song of achilles, madeline miller / because i liked you, a.e. housman / the secret history, donna tartt / the more loving one, w. h. auden

[palehottubchild]

what i like about the secret history is you can tell exactly who 'got' the book and who didnt by the reviews. and im not trying to be snobby or something here if yhe book's not your cup of tea thats totally fine more power to you!! its just funny that the reviews are always either 5 star, greatest read ever, this book caused me physical reactions and i havent slept in 3 days. OR its a 1 star, the book started off great but fell off after the first part, too long and rambly, the focus is on the wrong things too much on the characters not enough on the actual plot. and like, thats kind of what i love about it? the fact that if you read the book like Richard is characterised, if you read the book for the romanticised life of secluded classics students, for the dark academia of it all, then its going to be a shitty read for you! what i personally like about it is that every single character is messed up, every single character is a 'bad person' in a way and the way the idealised romanticised aesthetics are built up meticulously during the first part only to then be brought crashing down in the worst way possible is part of what, to me, makes it such a good book.

And dont get me wrong, i came for the dark academia as well. I bought it because of moodboards and edits and a glowing review about 'this amazing dark academia book' from one of my best friends. I came for all that, but i stayed because of the clearly distorted reality. The fact that you can see more and more clearly in the second part that the entire reality we think we are in is made up imagined and idealised by richards obsession with the aesthetics and i love that its so clearly reflected in the reviews because like. Yes thats The Point!

[readsbydes]

Oliver "I would've done anything for you" Marks & James "You've already done so much" Farrow

[telling-tragedy]

forget about being a donna tartt narrator I think the worst thing to be in a tartt novel is a dog

[secret-history-hyperfixation]

Richard Papen’s Snow Trauma (1984, colorized)

[angelsarereal111]

I was just too soft to hate you

There's this tiny beating pulse in me whose still kind to you, regardless of what you did.

Safe to say, I never regretted anything I showed to you, it’s all yours to keep now.

[yaboishi]

I need a Camilla x Judy Poovey enimies to lovers fanfiction [on wattapad too if possible😭] right this second or I'm going to do smth smth

[feral noises]

[ccuniculusmolestus]

Henry's Threat.

I know everyone is always like 'oh we wanna know what henry said to camilla' this and that, i mean, so do i but this intrigues me way more 💀 though i admit, i am very biased

I'm just thinking what Henry could have said here,

Especially considering what Bunny had said before, and what Henry had reacted with.

So, let's break it down a sec.

Bunny throws things off the desk, he's yelling- Henry doesn't react suddenly. What makes him react is when Bunny threatens to tell Julian.

From the dialogue, it can be inferred that Henry made to grab for Bunny to try and shush or intimidate him. As we can see, Bunny yells at him to stop touching him and to get away.

So it can also be inferred that Henry was responding to the Julian threat. And also that maybe he threatened Bunny, maybe with physical violence or maybe with a bigger threat. (Remember how Bunny was sure Henry was going to kill him?)

(he had no reason to really suspect this as everyone was acting more or less normal with him, or catering to his demands. Bunny was naive, we all know that, in his naivety he would have assumed he would have that hold over them their entire lives, I don't think he really would have expected them to murder him (again, he's too naive despite his bitchiness) but he suspected this for sure, I'm sure it's because of something Henry had said or done to him.)

But yeah I really want to write the scene in Henry's bedroom, I imagine Henry told him to "Shut up" first, when he grabbed him, and when Bunny yelled louder, he might have hissed out a threat.

"Keep your mouth shut or else I'll shut it for you," or a generic violent threat ("You'll regret that," or maybe even straight up "i will fucking kill you bitch"), to which Bunny could've responded "Go ahead! Try and stop me! I'm not afraid of you" to. See, that 'I'm not afraid of you' makes me think it was indeed a threat. Henry wasn't simply telling him to shut up, he was telling him to shut up or else.

[brokenbackmountain]

i want donna tartt to get a tumblr not because of like. i want to follow her and see what she does or anything like that but just because i want her to watch riverdale season 4 and liveblog it. i just think donna tartt seeing her riverdalesona poorly plan and execute murder and lbing it would do numbers here

[miroana]

the secret history was really a story of fatal flaws, hedonistic haze (charles woke up inside a plastic snail), bacchanal in the woods, glorification of the picturesque (hold up, humans landed on the moon?), an elaborate murder plot, hubris and vanity (“say, what’s wrong with this type?” “triple spaced it”), pretentious aphrodisiacs, attempts at losing oneself completely (loudly kills a bee with a bible at the funeral of a recently murdered friend), utter obsession with the aesthetic—

[honeymilkbubbletea]

This is how I imagined that one scene from The Secret History 💀

I know it was meant to be sad and a little dramatic and make us feel bad for Richard

But to me, it was beyond funny

Like okay Richard you stubborn bitch go freeze your ass off no one is stopping you 🤷‍♀️

[usbotthrills]

It only felt natural for Boris and I to have such intimacy. From the second I met him I felt as though I could tell him those thoughts at the back of my head, the ones I vowed to keep there. We’d told each other the contents of our hearts, the every word that crossed our minds, until we felt as though we were one soul. We were no longer he and I. We were us.

There was just that nature about him, that’d he’d listen to me, that he’d understand. But that wasn’t it. We just fit perfectly together. Like cogs in a clock, it only made sense for us to be together.

Not it that way.

Maybe in that way.

Perhaps it was just natural for our friendship to develop into something more, perhaps it was always meant to happen. Fate had brought us together, into this deserted little town. Against all odds, even though neither of us expected to be here, we were together. Together physically, together mentally.

The only thing I’d failed to tell him was the extremity of love I felt for him. For every whispered secret I’d uttered, every confession shared, I’d never been able to speak those three simple words.

I love you

And, god, did I love him. The ways his eyes sparked when he talked about something he was passionate about. The small conspiratorial smile he’d give me when we stole anything. The curl of his hair around his face, framing it like the artwork he was. The way he was so clever, that he seemed to just understand the complex meaning of those novels he read. The way he could make me smile, no matter how I was feeling. Fuck, I really did love him.

I needed to tell him. In some way, I felt as though he knew, as though he was just waiting for me to say those daunting three words. After all, the intimacy we held wasn’t mistakable for platonic. Those nights we shared together, with passion and sweat and lust weren’t mistakable for platonic.

The moment to confess revealed itself as we laid together next to the pool, staring at the infinite stars. Staying quiet, we traced each one with our eyes, until I turned to him. He was staring right back at me.

Softly he whispered out to me.

“Tell me a secret.”

I could hear him perfectly, his face was so close to mine. I yearned to press my lips into his, to confess to him the intricacies of my heart. I took a breath, feeling relieved at the coolness of the air. It only felt natural for Boris and I to have such intimacy. And so it only felt natural to breath out those three words in the dark, where only he knew.

“I love you.”

[jesenslapetitemort]

Me and @usbotthrills are literally boreo in real life, just look;

Me (the "Boris" of the relationship):

Slavic name

Queer

More outgoing than Theo

Taller

Dark hair

Dark eyes

Sharper facial features

Nerd for books

Speak multiple languages including

Russian

Theo (take a good hard guess what character he embodies…) :

Is literally named Theo

Queer

More introverted and shy

Short

Blond

Light blue eyes

Softer facial features

Wears glasses

Nerd for... a lot of things (books, plants, math...)

Speaks English and some Spanish

[telling-tragedy]

and when I write some incredibly self-indulgent tsh fic from the perspective of henry and set in missouri what then

[glass-crabs]

i just remembered that the version of edmund "bunny" corcoran i have in my head (repressed gay, definitely has a thing for henry) is not the same version of edmund "bunny" corcoran in the book (little bitch boy)