Francis Abernathy is such a fantastic character to me, because he’s not outwardly violent like Charles, nor increasingly cold and self-serving like Henry, yet he is just as shallow. I often see the sentiment that his ending is so tragic and how he was forced into that unhappy, het marriage. As he expresses in his suicide letter, Francis ultimately succumbs to his own lack of moral strength and failure to act (“Forgive me for the things I did but mostly the ones I did not.”) Obviously I will acknowledge that the marriage situation was unfair — no one deserves to be ousted from their family for their sexuality. However, it really was not his only choice. Just as Richard comes to realise (and is quite disgusted by), Francis would rather remain trapped than have to get a job, provide for himself, and make his own life. It reminds me a lot of Julian’s ending, and how Richard says he could at least respect it if Julian had turned them in, since it would show some strength of character, but his running away only exposed how weak-willed he was all along. Perhaps Francis has a better moral compass than Henry, but his failure to use it renders him just as at fault for everything that happened. As always, Francis values his comfort over his happiness. That’s his fatal flaw.
sleepy dachuu sketch
this is a sketch for my fic Where The Stars Used To Be!!
(this is from chapter 6)
20 years...
neon tetras
so unfortunately college isn’t just about performing ancient greek rituals with your friends
Odysseus after returning to Ithaca:
whenever i see a "dark academia" "the secret history aesthetic" post i want to cry because you've!!! fallen!!! for!!! richard's!!! trap!!!
DON'T ASPIRE TO BE THE LIKE THE GREEK CLASS. THAT'S LITERALLY THE WHOLE POINT OF THE BOOK, MOCKING IDEAS OF SOCIAL SUPERIORITY BASED ON 'LEVELS OF INTELLIGENCE'.
JUDY LITTERALLY HAS THE SAME THOUGHTS AS JULIAN, YET DOESN'T ACT SO HIGH AND MIGHTY ABOUT IT. be. more. like. judy.
richard. papen. is. an. UNRELIABLE. narrator.
rant over, have a nice day :)
I don’t think I’ll write another poem about far-off azure skies or refugee clouds…. You stand at my side in noon’s bleaching light.
I simply fix my eyes on you, thinking it’s enough if I believe — not in either flowers or birds but in your fathomless love.
- Tachihara Michizō, “Noon Again” from Of Dawn, of Dusk
everyday i think about how henry could have put on a whole show of grief at bunny's funeral. he could have read a long-winded speech, hell, he could have even said "this poem was one of bunny's favourites" before he read it. that simple acknowledgement to let everyone at that funeral know he cared.
but he didn't. he read that poem, knowing full well it did not suit whatever 'aesthetic' he and julian had formulated, knowing that he'd be criticised for it. knowing that the only people who knew what it meant, were him, bunny, and the rest of the greek class.
i've seen some people have said that him smearing the dirt across his chest at the funeral was an 'act' of sorts to show how much he was grieving. but i don't think i could disagree more. henry was sick out of his mind at that funeral. i think the funeral wasn't just overwhelming for him mentally and physically, but also emotionally. he had to grieve once, then he had to grieve a second time, knowing that he killed his best friend.
everyday i think about it man. i love these freaks
Happy Birthday Chuuya 🥳 (also yes it's still his bday here ehe)