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The inherent homoeroticism of killing your enemy and immediately regretting it

so soft it hurts

Laughter❤️‍🩹

Just posting this before I forget

me: hey i found this new song i like!

my beautiful mind: make it winterbunny

Growing up is actually just enjoying the exact same things you enjoyed at 14 years old, but in a more gay way

More transmasc chuuya without top surgery😼

if u remember this redraw thing circulating around twitter several months ago this is what i drew for it

An existence like a bug

spring - year one

⚠️suggestive⚠️

The poll results are here!! For #2, my patrons picked beast!skk here’s a sneak peek

More old man yaoi and some fantasy au Akutagawa and Atsushi for yall :))

Shhh...Dazai is writing on his braille slate :]❤️

my rendition of the dead apple poster 🖤

this took forever but I'm so happy with how it turned out!!

“It was the most important night of my life,' he said calmly. 'It enabled me to do what I've always wanted most.' 'Which is?' 'To live without thinking.” ― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

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they all look like assholes lmfao

Camilla Macaulay

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

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.

“Study like Henry winter” are you telling me to opt out of the SAT’s?

rediscovering randnom facts about the Greek Class that I had forgotten about:

Henry is a reckless driver

Francis (not Charles!) and Camilla kiss on the mouth as a form of greeting

Richard has a one-night-stand with a random girl his first week at Hampden

the Greek Class have a pet dog (and it dies)

Charles gets along well with Marion

Henry accidentally shoots and kills a duck

Richard regularly drunk-drives Francis home from the doctor

Bunny is severely dyslexic

move over brat summer it's time for richard papen winter

Richard was really giving y/n energy when he almost died from hypothermia and needed to be saved by a big smart man with dark hair.

"Henry Winter would've loved the notes app" No. Henry Winter didn't and will never love anything modern. He uses a fountain pen and isn't bothered by the ink, he even reads under candle light - for christ's sake, he uses and is obsessed with Latin, which is by the way, a dead language.

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

Henry winter smoking 14 cigarettes during a conversation with Richard like

francis when henry said he found gucci “grand”

rip Henry winter you would've hated vapers because 'they're not real smokers'.

R.I.P Henry Winter you would've loved Apple products and how they successfully led to the exponential increase in mindless consumerism