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#hello. it is is. tom ripley #lets have coffee i will make jokes and make u like me a lot #tag later

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#( about tom )#the Realest wtf

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#( a few days in berlin )#:( will tom ever want to go back to berlin!#tag later

some days i want to write essay length meta on tom ripley and some days i just. i love him hes a mess and i.. love him ..

#( ooc )#i can attend to this blog more seriously once i finish the book #but that means once im done i might also..#write an actual... analysis... fck #hes just so fascinating???#ive read stories about murderers as protags before #or like '''bad guys''' as protags but #tom isnt exactly like that which is what's so interesting #even the people that know he's a murderer and helped him jump to his defense #when someone else accuses him of being a crook #they dont know why but their response to 'tom ripley is a monster' is always to want to explain that he isnt #he's got them completely charmed #and tom himself is so confident and comfortable with what hes done (except for dickie; always the exception)#but at times he is brutally unsure and afraid #and vulnerable #LOOK @ WHAT HE DOES TO ME IM LEAVING BYE

murder?

me?

#this sequence of icons was too perfect....#look at this piece of shit..

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He’s trying to figure her out, and it irritates her. She’s never had much patience for being psychoanalysed, for listening to people telling her how she should feel and why she should feel that way — it makes her feel clammy, stiff, days-old and useless, like she can’t understand her own mind, like she should feel bad because of it.

“Awful, sure.” A beat. “I mean, running around in the snow was pretty much the only thing that stopped me from being slaughtered along with the rest of my family, so there’s that.”

The brusqueness to her tone grates even on her, like nails on a chalkboard; there’s an insistent, ugly noise in her ears, ringing. She curls the fingers of her good hand into her palm and presses her nails into the skin, leaving little half-moons pushed into the flesh.

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Now that’s interesting. Tom is mildly annoyed by her tone, but since she’s not slighting him, he can let it pass. His curiosity for the statement is larger than the annoyance for her brusqueness. She’s a survivor of something terrible, something awful. He wants to ask more details (what happened? Was her family involved in something? Was the culprit ever caught?) but it seems in poor taste for the first words out of his mouth to be did he get away with it?

Too bad. He’ll have to work his way to finding if he can make a game of this. First, find out if he can get anything out of it.

“That’s a terrible way to be orphaned.”

#scribblesouled #tom is terrible fkc

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Rural Guardsman in the Fontainebleau Forest by Alfred Sisley

#*art #( insp )

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*tries not to say weird creepy things*

#( about tom )#*fails entirely*

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You know the most interesting thing about doing something terrible? After a few days, you can’t even remember it.

Tom Ripley (via mexicantrashgirl)

#*quotes #welp.......#i think thats just you tom.

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The question draws a scowl between her brows, somewhere towards childish. She initiated the conversation; she shouldn’t be angry that he’s continuing it, and yet. And yet.

“I was a kid. Spent a night outside at the beginning of January in my pajamas.” She says it like the entire thing was voluntary, with an overtly casual tone, not quite amused. Daring him to laugh.

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Parental neglect, then. Or absence of parents? He gets a flash of a distant memory, being made to run after a car driving in traffic, taunted with the possibility of being left behind. The absence of parents could be as harmful as the presence of bad ones.

“An unhappy accident, then. It must have been awful.” Unconvincing, and with an unwitting curl of his lips.

#scribblesouled

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OPEN.

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She can feel eyes on her, and she’s too tired to ignore it, too tired to play that angry, passive game: I know you’re there, I know you’re looking, I won’t say anything but I know, I know, I know. So, sniped, talking to the rim of her glass rather than the owner of that sharp, long-held gaze, she says: “It was frostbite damage.”

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“ -- I didn’t mean to stare.” It’s genuine but there’s little sign of an apology in the words. Tom tilts his head, eyes still on her fingers. What kind of person loses fingers due to frostbite? He imagines her being foolish and unprepared, or being trapped somewhere. “Did you get lost in a snow storm?”

#scribblesouled #sry u get tom

Tom’s face lit up with his innocent-looking American smile. No one, seeing Tom Ripley’s face now, would imagine that he could kill anyone, and yet he’d done just that about twenty-four hours ago.

#indie rp #promo #rp promo #clears throat...

starter call for small things!!!

#( *ooc )#time 2 scratch my tom itch

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#THIS IS SO TOM IM DISGUSTED #this is my face

alright tom’s got an actual about page now!! taking tom out of his time period is difficult while keeping his crimes intact but i think i’ll just wing it tbh i just want to write... with people...

#( *ooc )#i love this character hes too fascinating for me to not Do Something with all the thoughts i have about him so....... here i am....