When The Smoke Clears

You wanna know my theory? Julian played a bigger part than Richard understood. The classics club was Julian’s own personal Greek story. He’s built these young adults up until they thought of themselves as better, he was selective and chose only students whose parents/situations were vulnerable. They treated him as if he was their god, and for Henry I think he was his favorite as all stories have one. He slowly pulled their strings, made them think they were smart and clever making the decisions and choices they did. The incest, the murder, the damn bacchanal of course the creations can’t hide from their creator. Julian knew they killed Bunny, I think he even gave himself a way out (the letter), abandoning them after they thought they were safe as his own twisted retribution or punishment.

Happy Birthday Chuuya 🥳 (also yes it's still his bday here ehe)

the secret history. again. since i drew francis in a chipper mood last post, i figured it'd be appropriate to do the opposite now.... heavy implication on the francis and richard propaganda yk this is how francis looked at him every single time they were alone after that one scene, arghhh

as im writing this, i really want to keep on revising it and working on it to clean up, but i know i'd be here for hours if i did that and this was intended to kind of just be a quick fun thing

i’m the type of girl richard would hate and i take pride in that

I spent like two hours in the waiting room reading TSH and like... I love them. All. Bunny, Henry... Richard is so fucking stupid, I love him, too. The twins just spewing out those lies they concocted probably in the dead of night in hushed whispers... Francis just being Francis and his stupid apartment-- but Bunny. I love Henry, I do, but Bunny! He's so... normal. Quirks, sure, but like if my friend wanted me to go on a three day fast for a whim, damn that grilled cheese looking hella tasty, ya feel?

real fans dont read the secret history in autumn but in winter and suffer exactly as richard did in chapter3

Henry and Francis at any given moment

no one mourns the wicked//no, one mourns the wicked

no one mourns the wicked//no, one mourns the wicked

SICK

By Nikola M. La Vallée

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The ache in my legs

I can no longer run

When hikes in the park

Are no longer fun

Walks in the mall

Swallowed up like pills

Blood filling vials

Sympathy kills

Adulthood comes faster

Aging like wine

Blurs of a teenhood

That's no longer mine

I would be a dancer

I scream to the sky

No longer an option

Sick till I die.

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