Sanguine-prince - One Must Imagine Orestes Well-adjusted.

SACRIFICIAL LAMB.

sorry im going half mad as a desi but like. the fact that heathcliff is Not Fucking White is very important to the story actually! he's treated as subhuman for having brown skin and its the main if not only reason he was immeidtaley abused by his stepfamily! hes DESCRIBED differently from the white characters too! what the fuck! he's so obviously like romani or indian or just. NOT WHITE YOU CANT JUST DO THAT. ITS 2024. THE RACISM HE SUFFERS IS NOT EVEN SUBTEXT

“There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.”

I've had this vision in my mind for ages so I finally decided to take a stab at drawing a cover for one of my favourite novels⚡

Finished reading the book and I felt compelled to summarise my thoughts on Lomeli/Lawrence

Somebody give this man a hug or something😭

Pspspspspsspsps Gothic literature fandom pspspspsspss

What if I told y’all he’s my special little meow meow and I love him so much. The poster this is based on is under the cut

had this sit around unfinished since February. think I'll call this done.

I really enjoy neurodivergent readings of classic literature because the whole "i have an obsession with being pure/great/always seen as morally good" "sometimes I get obsessed with an idea and believe I'm on the right path and don't act rationally" "i feel uneasy and incapable of enjoying things since [traumatic event(s)]" "I feel alienated from society and don't understand it at all" bunch of thoughts that are very present in most classics are almost always big symptoms of some kind of mental illness (which, in fact, does add a lot to the story) and I love to see people talk about them from that perspective instead of just "lol this guy is whiny and dumb"

I'm not that innocent...

I love Vincent x Thomas with my heart and soul because with all that forbidden love legit all they want is vanilla marital sex. They are not angsty, no hate, just romantic love.

They are the older couple in the house next door. You look out the window to the beautiful garden they have grown having been in the neighborhood for decades. You ask them how they met, and they gush talking how they found each other at a time they both felt lost and it felt like a second chance. They are both retired. They are active participants in the community. They go to church every Sunday. Their sons and daughters visit every other week, the yard filled with noise of their grandchildren playing. They are that soft quiet love that make people wish they grow old together for.

But he is the Pope and he is the Dean.

Hazel, while Bigwig is infiltrating Efrafa: I miss having Bigwig here.

Blackberry: He’s been gone for literally three minutes.