“studying Like Henry Winter” Right So Flunking And Skipping The Sats On Purpose And Dropping Out

Odysseus and Penelope's first date:

Athena:

the funniest thing about donna tart saying she didn't want to write a female mc for the secret history because people would wonder if she's doing all this because she's in love with henry is that it made no difference whatsoever. the secret history mc is a man and still we're all wondering if he was in love with henry

neon tetras

On my knees begging for more pregchuu🙇‍♀️🙏

Here :3

i always wonder if richard made henry overly stoic and unemotional, because there’s moments where you hear of bunny being the only one to make him laugh/smile, and camilla being the ‘recipient of his infrequent smiles’. i like to think about happy henry, henry maybe not being all that stoic, just richard telling us he is.

victor vale

@ eli

Francis visits Henry’s grave every year. Alone.

No one else does — no one else wants to. Charles avoids the topic entirely. Camilla sends Francis clipped replies when he brings it up. Richard pretends he never gets the messages. But Francis marks the day like a liturgy. Like a holy feast. Like penance.

He books the same suite in a faceless hotel. Wears the same black coat. Packs the same silver lighter — an old one Henry once admired in passing. It’s all performative, of course. But what is Catholicism if not grief wrapped in ritual? He fasts before the visit. Doesn't drink the night before. He makes the trip feel like confession.

The grave is unmarked, just a patch of earth in a neglected corner of a rural cemetery, the kind no one visits on purpose. Francis had to dig to find out where Henry was buried. Had to call someone’s widow and lie. But now he knows, and he treats it like a secret shrine.

He kneels every year. Gets the dirt on his trousers, on his coat, lets the damp seep into his bones because suffering feels closer to prayer when it’s physical. And he talks.

Not to Henry. Not really. To God. To himself. To something between the two.

"You ruined everything, you know," he says once. "And so did I."

He breaks off. Lights a cigarette. Doesn’t smoke it. Leaves it burning at the grave like incense. The first year he did this, he left a bottle of scotch. Last year, he left a page torn out of a Latin prayer book. This year, he doesn’t bring anything. He just sits.

And he waits. For something. A sign. An answer. Forgiveness.

But Henry is silent. Always was. Even now, dead and buried, he’s still the one with the upper hand.

And Francis — Francis goes back to the hotel, vomits in the sink, lights another cigarette with shaking hands. He doesn’t cry. Not anymore. It’s been years. But his hands won’t stop trembling.

That night, he goes to mass. Sits in the very back. Doesn't take communion.

He knows better.

I LOVE TILL!!!!!!!!!!!!! princess uke the second

Gigi's Legendary animatic brainrot.... I'm planning to draw more telecommunications frames that I liked from the animatic btw!

Ib mother @gigizetz 🩷💚

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(Did you guys miss me, lmao? I'm still in the midst of my exams but this gorgeous beautiful SUPERCALIFRAGILLISTICEXPIALODOCIOUS animatic took my breath away- GO WATCH IT NOWWW!!!!.....)

richard papen's favourite book being the great gatsby works so perfectly and i can't get over the parallels between him and nick carraway. repressed, doomed to romanticise people and situations, hopelessly obsessed with and devoted to mysterious reckless drivers