Column Capital With  monogram Of Justinian. You Can See Traces Of The Great Civilization That Built

still can't get over the fact that i lost my tsh book :(

how can i romanticise studying at awfully modern university? the building is fairly new and of course everything is technically advanced. but there is no soul in it

what should i do to feel very dark academia mysterious historic beautiful classical aesthetic?

i need help i ain’t agreeing with my university years being so basic

am I the only one that thinks we don’t really know much about Charles?

I mean, he was always a side character, we don’t really get to know him, anything. I feel like we know almost nothing about him, and then, in the second part of the book he is a really really important character. the police and FBI interrogations, his slow mental breakdown. we get so much information about him at once, his relationship with Camilla, his problems, him being abusive. but despite all of that I still feel like he wasn’t detailed enough and it’s confusing.

anyone feels the same?

oh the urge to be part of a hedonistic slightly deranged secret society

I have a theory about what Henry whispered in Camilla's ear before he killed himself.

Among other things, in the first lesson with Julian, he recounts a story about Tiberius:

Think, for example of Tiberius, the ugly stepson, trying to live up to the command of his stepfather Augustus. Think of the tremendous, impossible strain he must have undergone, following in the footsteps of a saviour, a god. The people hated him. No matter how hard he tried he was never good enough, could never be rid of the hateful self, and finally the floodgates broke. He was swept away on his perversions and he died, old and mad, lost in the pleasure gardens of Capri: not even happy there, as one might hope, but miserable. Before he died he wrote a letter home to the Senate. "May all the Gods and Goddesses visit me with more utter destruction than I feel I am daily suffering."

And that is what I think he whispered to Camilla, seeing as the story of Tiberius kind of mirrors Henry's.

born to always mourn the present like it’s already become a memory

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I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

do you think Henry would be into bdsm? i’d love to think that he’s a sadist and is into experimenting, like, he loves to “test” some things on his partner in bed and see their reaction. maybe something a little brutal, he probably wouldn’t care too much about safety concerns

this is such a distinctive and notably suitable way to look at his character — thank you for your prompt!

given his questionable morals and recurrent aggressive tendencies, i wouldn’t count that out of the picture at all. it’s already (indirectly) established that he’s a masochist — he prefers not to rely on a cane solely for presentation purposes when he, in fact, desperately needs it due to his leg injury — which is why i wouldn’t consider it anywhere out of the ordinary to attribute sadism to him as well (as those two often go hand-in-hand, specifically on opposite ends of infliction).

and god, yes. he absolutely could be. stoicism and emotional numbness aside, all that tension needs to go somewhere. we know him to become agitated and, at times, even irate — however seldom that may be — and it is precisely those very rare moments we get that have me thinking, what if that anger was directed someplace lascivious? of course, it’s not exactly a healthy concept to bear in mind, but this is all hypothetical, after all. but yes, i absolutely believe he would find immense pleasure in inflicting physical pain, be it to himself or a partner in an intimate setting. he would likewise be the type to test his partner’s limits the farthest he can — just to see where it might lead. clear as day, i can see him entertaining the thought of pushing further and further, it’d entice him greatly.

concerning the actual proceedings: if we stay on the more tame side of things, it’d probably be asphyxiation and rougher manual contact (let’s say slightly rougher manhandling, slapping, spanking, and the like). however, if the preference of the reader were to lie in a generally more extreme range of things, i wouldn’t exclude the additional implication of various objects with the intent of inflicting even greater physical ailment. this is where i prefer to make way for the wonders of one’s imagination, but just to disperse a few ideas: paddles, metal rods, whips — maybe.

i don’t know, something about his so undeniably being stoic and untouchable yet turning around to be such an ardent redirector of energy is so thrilling to take into consideration. thank you for this proposition. it’s all i will be thinking of.

born to be a henry winter forced to be a richard papen