I Get So Sad Every Time Someone Says They Couldn't Get Into TLT Because They Got Lost So I MADE THIS.

"We need more complex female characters" you guys can't even handle Chappell Roan, Real Life Woman with Boundaries

'ao3 needs a like and dislike button'

what you need, my algorithm-rotten minded friend, is a grip

YOURE ON KEVIN BATHROOM DUTY FOREVER FOR BEING A ZOMBIE. THATS FAIR. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Do u ever think about how Gideon's last words were ,,, WEDDING VOWS. And then do u think about how they're the first thing Harrow says when she finally remembers in htn .... AND THEN do u think about how Gideon/Kiriona acknowledges the fact that yeah they were wedding vows in ntn ... BECAUSE I DO. I FUCKING DO.

Gideon the Ninth, chapter 37.

Harrow the Ninth, chapter 43.

Nona the Ninth, chapter 25.

My main comment on the Captive Prince series is that it needed a 4th book to resolve that baby plot but i have a conspiracy that a 4th book or sequel book/series could still be happening; if it does, let it be known I called it first

hey do you guys know why harrow's name is written as "harrow nonagesimus" in the book sometimes? like i feel it only happens when she's being vulnerable or in a very intimate moment... is there an actual reason/deep meaning behind it or am i just crazy? i'd like to know y'all thoughts

some examples below the cut

from harrow the ninth (chapter 53):

gideon the ninth:

(chapter 19. "look at the key moron, not me" moment)

(chapter 20. harrow calls gideon by her name for the first time)

(chapter 24. gideon hugs harrow moment)

(chapter 25. when gideon needed harrow's help to keep jeannemary safe)

(chapter 26. when gideon wakes up from her nightmares)

(chapter 31. literally the pool scene)

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Camilla with swords for @corvophobia @thelockedtombcfp

“You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream. I worshipped you. I grew jealous of every one to whom you spoke. I wanted to have you all to myself. I was only happy when I was with you.”

is just one of many things i casually say to my fraternal sibling (definitely NOT the man my homosexual-ass has become absolutely obsessed with and who i’ve reshaped my interpretation of art to fit the image of).