TSH spoilers:
I feel like we as a fandom do not talk about Henry’s symbolism in TSH enough. Like, that dude is the literal embodiment of death, and I just think it’s so damn cool. I mean, his whole obsession with language and literature stemmed from the fact that he almost died in a car accident. And then every death we see in the book (the farmer’s, Bunny’s, and his very own) is directly at his hands. The others were accomplices, sure, but Henry’s the one who takes action every time. And in Francis’s failed suicide and Richard’s near death in the epilogue, they both see Henry, not Bunny or Charles or what have you.
Henry is not only obsessed with death, he IS death. He’s the reaper who’s friends toy with their mortality all the time through drugs and booze. The reason they all admire him is not only because of his size and stature and brilliance; it’s because he’s dangerous. If beauty is indeed terror, than he’s the most beautiful of them all. They all have the life preservation skills of a fly, so of course they love Henry. And of course his actions constantly bring them closer to danger and death.
If I see one more person talk about how they don’t get why people defend Bunny, and then turn around and talk sweetly about HENRY MARCHBANKS WINTER THE TWO TIME MURDERER (ONLY COUNTING HUMANS, BY THE WAY) I might just go mad
god i love it when gay people are in evil toxic codependent love with each other
He is trying to fool himself
Kill me please
day at the museum
insp. // it’s so fyodor coded i had to draw it
Study of a ref on Pinterest, except it’s Regulus.
found tsh roleplayers on twitter from 2014 on a random night. i felt like discovering a treasure chest...
this is my favorite one so far. i still think about this tweet every day.
bunny corcoran on a trip in the most ridiculous hawaiian shirt, buying the most stupid ‘i <3 rome’ or ‘i <3 paris’ tourist shirts and wearing them UNIRONICALLY. bunny corcoran with a fanny pack and a sling with a big ass camera hanging around his neck. (the pictures are all blurry and of his own feet). bunny corcoran in socks and sandals, getting the classic tourist pictures taken like making it look like he’s holding the eiffel tower. yeah thats it.
Crack concept: Atsushi doesn’t exactly get absorbed…not completely that is.
Akutagawa: Weretiger!
Atsushi: Oh my god can you lower your volume I’m right here!
Akutagawa:…Well get off the floor then!
Atsushi: Oh jee let me just get my nonexistent leg and my nonexistent arm and oh yeah the entire MISSING HALF of my body and then I’ll be right up there with you.
Akutagawa: Sarcasm is unbecoming of you.
Atsushi: When my leg comes back I’m going to throw it at you.
Akutagawa: I see nothing changed now you’ve lost half your brain.
Atsushi: I see being bought back to life didn’t give you a sense of humour.
Akutagawa: Does it hurt?
Atsushi: You remember when you cut my leg off, the first time?
Akutagawa: Obviously.
Atsushi: I would prefer having that pain over this…every day of my life over this.
Akutagawa: You damn fool, why would you protect me?
Atsushi: Why would you protect me?
Akutagawa: I asked you first!
Atsushi: I asked you second!
Akutagawa: That doesn’t even make sense!
Atsushi: My consciousness is split between here and a 4th dimensional plane of reality where I’m being guided by a hallucination of my dead Headmaster pretending to be Dazai.
Atsushi: Nothing in our lives makes sense.
Akutagawa: I suppose you’re right.
Atsushi: Oh man am I dead? Did you just admit that?
Akutagawa: Idiot you’re not allowed to die until I kill you.
Atsushi: Well I’m at least half way there-ow!
Akutagawa: Don’t even joke about that!
Atsushi: Okay ow! Jeez keep that up and I’ll start to think you were worried- stop kicking me!
Fyodor:…Did you get any of that?
Gozen shrugs.