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the brothers karamazov, fyodor dostoyevsky
HOLY SHITTTTTTT JEYNE/RHAENA MOMMY DOM TYRANT FLIRTING REALLLLL
Nightmare
kinuko y. craft early 2000s fantasy book covers my beloveds
— You have come back changed. More determined and calm. You bring me such joy.
— I am happy. I wish I could give you a greater joy.
L'Odissea (1968) dir. Franco Rossi, Mario Bava, Piero Schivazappa
from Frankenstein illustrated by Lynd Ward
The Parasites | The Frenchman's Creek | Jamaica Inn | Daphne du Maurier by Margaret Forster | A Boder-Line Case
Daphne du Maurier + gender
Rebecca | The Progress of Julius
Les deux orphelines vampires dir. Jean Rollin | 1997
Comme des Garçons: Poem T-Shirt (2002) Designed By: Junya Watanabe
<3 my new song origami is out now <3 here’s link
it’s about “folding” for someone like an origami crane :,)
Farewell, stranger, she said. Think of me sometimes when you are in your own land. She knew she would not see him again in the morning. The ship was leaving at first light. This was the end. Odysseus said: All the days of my life I shall remember you, Nausicaa. You gave me my life.
L'Odissea (1968) dir. Franco Rossi, Mario Bava, Piero Schivazappa
Part of her wanted to be a swan. The other part wanted to eat one. / "I used to be someone, but now I'm not. You can call me Cat, if you like. Who are you?" / I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth.
A Clash of Kings - Arya V / A Feast for Crows - Samwell III / A Clash of Kings - Arya X
c0mm done by by mick_memo on twt
Sand Wash Basin, Colorado 🐎
Recently I had occasion to sketch a brief comparative character study of Patricia Highsmith’s Tom Ripley and Daphne du Maurier’s second Mrs. de Winter, two of literature’s sulkiest schoolboys. Both are fond of slouching, stuffing their hands in their pockets, treating their ersatz-husbands like King Quarterback Bully-My-Love, avoiding women, barely suppressing a murderous rage against rivals for King Bully’s attention, slotting everyone they come across into a rival-or-burly-protector index, and responding to abstract vaginal imagery with terror and revulsion (no reason!!!). One can easily imagine swapping them into one another’s stories and causing nearly-identical havoc. The unnameable second Mrs. de Winter never loves Maxim better than when she learns he’s “accidentally” killed his wife (“My heart was light like a feather floating in the air”), and is only frustrated she was too love-shy to ask him about it sooner (“Maxim would have told me these things four months ago, five months ago”); as happy as Tom persuades himself he is as Dickie’s replacement, by the end of TTMR he can admit to himself that if only he’d played his cards right he “could have lived with Dickie for the rest of his life, travelled and lived and enjoyed living” instead of living in Dickie’s clothes. Both love their man and their man’s personal effects with the same world-obliterating love, trapped on different ends of the “fuck them or be them” conundrum. Both physically small, where that smallness seems to signal queerness in a way they’re both terribly proud of and deeply resentful about, both itchy and disgusted by the proximity of anyone else’s queerness, except for His, and of course it’s not queer when it comes from Him, just (I’m not, are you? You go first. I’ll be right in. Let’s both say it on the count of three. I’m not. She might be. He is. Look, over there — up in the sky — it’s someone else’s queerness) —
Happy, unhappy, dressed up, dressed down, he loves me, he loves me not. The Don’t Call Me By Your Name twins, the past and present Mr. Tom de Winter, née nothing in particular.
— The Talented Mr. Ripley and the Second Mrs. de Winter by DANIEL LAVERY
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The life of a bastard
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"Mina and Lucy"
Illustration inspired by Bram Stoker's "Dracula".
Saint Alia of the Knife, sister of Paul Atreides
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