Nathaniel/Lillith

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My favorite Andrew headcanon still remains that upon retiring from Exy—a good several years before average, and waaaay before Neil and Kevin, because he's finally secure enough in his life and desires to recognize that he doesn't need to keep doing something he doesn't enjoy just because hes good at it—he goes back into law and becomes a public defender.

It's not like he forgot anything since college, and most of the bar exam is rote memorization, so picking it back up is simple. Neil is too happy that Andrew is making such a major decision on his own initiative to be disappointed about losing pro exy.

On the other hand. Can you imagine sitting in a jail cell for auto theft waiting for some underpaid schmuck to offer you a plea deal when fucking LeBron James walks in.

One of the most decorated athletes of the decade sits down and says he's your legal council. You start looking around for the prank cameras.

Your sister's first celebrity crush starts reading you your rights for the interrogation in twenty minutes. You're still looking for the cameras so you don't notice he stopped until you realize he's just been staring at you unblinking for three minutes. You squirm.

"Do you want to go to prison?" The man who went viral bench pressing another dude twice your weight asks. You somehow manage to not piss your pants long enough to say "No?"

"Then listen when I speak and do as I say."

The police barge into the room. It's clear from their faces that someone in the break room told them that Vogue's sixth sexiest man alive was here and they had to check for themselves. "You're Andrew Minyard," the officer says incredulously.

"And you're intruding on a private meeting without due cause," says the man who's dirty sweats auctioned last year at $30k, then turns back around and goes back to reading you your rights. You try to listen.

He asks if you have any questions. You say, "Why the hell are you here?"

"Because it's my job," says the best goalkeeper on the planet. He doesn't say it, but dear god, why are you so dumb is heavily implied.

You decide to drop the subject. If his signature ends up being on your arrest papers, you are so framing it.

the urge to trauma dump and vent to strangers on tumblr

Shakespeare invented words and you’re just going to let him get away with that??? Unreal.

There’s a delicious theory going around that the Greek class wasn’t responsible for Harry McRee’s death…which of course, would render everything that happened afterwards all the more dreadful. I’ve been turning this over in my head and I’ve cooked up two different scenarios.

First, let’s recall what Henry remembers:

Henry goes on to recount that Charles and Francis all remember different things, and Camilla seemingly has no memory of what happened at all, although her hair is drenched in blood.

Scenario 1: McRee Was Killed by Someone Else We’re told (via the Hampden Examiner) that McRee had “several  enemies” among the local poultry farmers, so it’s possible he may have been attacked by one of them. Maybe McRee survived the assault but was stumbling around his property, mortally wounded, when he had the misfortune to run into the Greek class and they inadvertently finished him off. The Examiner described McRee’s body as badly “mutilated,” so whatever the Greek class did to him would have covered up the real murder. Regardless, the Greek kids would still have been responsible for McRee’s death. If you run into someone who’s been the victim of a brutal crime, your responsibility is to help them, not finish beating them to death. All the same, it’s fascinating to speculate that McRee’s death was part of a whole different cycle of violence that had nothing to do with Henry et al, but in which fate ensnared them and triggered a whole new, pre-ordained cycle of violence. Or, to quote Aeschylus in the Oresteia: “Where will this frenzy of evil end?”

Scenario 2: McRee Was Killed by Something Else The group claims to recall the presence of a fifth person that night, but no one can say who it was. What if it wasn’t a  person, but a large wild animal, specifically, a mountain lion…a catamount? An animal that big could very well feel like another person in the dark, especially to a bunch of kids who were out of their minds. Supporting this theory is the very deep bite that Charles suffers that night, which is referred to several times with awe by the rest of the group. “Four inches around and the teeth marks just gouged in,” says Francis. “Looks like that deer took a plug out of your arm,” says Bunny. Would a wildcat take a chunk out of someone without killing them? Possibly. Might the same wildcat get frightened away by something, but then come across another human later and attack them? Perhaps a poultry farmer out on his property for a midnight stroll?

Henry says he saw a “large, indistinct yellow thing,” and then “something knocked the breath right out of me.” We jump to the conclusion the “yellow thing” must have been McRee’s flannel shirt, because Henry tells us that’s what McRee was wearing. But a large, tawny mountain lion might also look yellow in the moonlight. Henry never says that he felt a person hit him. The “something” that “knocked the breath” out of Henry could very well have been the animal taking off into the woods…after mauling McRee to death.

In this scenario, McRee would have already been dead when Henry stumbled into the scene. The “loud crack and a scream” that Henry heard could have been anything – maybe Henry actually punched the lion and drove it off. What follows next, though, is pretty indisputable: The kids set about mutilating McCree’s body. There’s a vast difference between desecrating a corpse and murdering someone, but unfortunately, it hardly matters to the outcome. Tearing into McRee’s body would have destroyed evidence of a wild animal attack, leaving the group as the apparent killers. Without any clear memory of what really happened that night, the kids believe themselves guilty, so what they do to Bunny is inevitable…but all the more tragic if they never actually killed McCree themselves.

A seemingly unimportant incident occurs near the end of the book:

So…what is this? A random bit of eerie atmospherics from Ms. Tartt? I don’t know. There seems to be very little in TSH that is random.

Perhaps she is, in fact, slyly pointing us in the direction of McCree’s real killer. Telling us, with hint after maddening hint, that even though the eventual outcome of that night in the woods would have been no different, fate is all the more cruel because the murder, which was a catalyst for everything that happened afterwards, was never even a murder at all.

judy managing to paint her nails, smoke a cigarette and drink a coke all at once while watching a mel gibson movie is such a slay i love her so much

-Sylvia Plath

is it better to speak or to die?

i will always rather die then speak. i would soon rather die then bare the acid sour aftertaste in my throat as the wretched words leave my mouth, all too raw and vulnerable. the heat building up in my face just for the words to fall limp and hit the floor as you stare at them like they are nothing - like mud on your shoes. to watch you ingest them in a way that is different to how i spit them up, the instant regret and fear i've said too much and you, too, misunderstand is too overwhelming. because i'm scared and my throat tightens at the though and refuse to give way to the words that could make things so much easier. because to speak would be a fight i cannot afford to lose.

hey i haven’t read twilight in years, does Jacob say “sure, sure” all the time or am i making that up

"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red."

– Kait Rokowski

he’s not

yes, he loves me, but he would love me even more if i was thinner

The second half of the secret history is such a reality check. Up until this point, despite saying from the beginning that he was a liar, Richard's storytelling feels surprisingly sound to the point where it's so easy to believe everything he says until the cracks start to show and you realize just how shallow the connections between the students in the Greek class truly are. It feels so strange reading through Richard's accounts of what the other characters have said and done as the gradual betrayal of their 'true selves' beyond the initial romanticization proceed to completely recontextualize the whole novel. As a result, it's completely earth shattering to have all these revelations in quick succession and it truly feels like Bunny's funeral was the catalyst for everything coming to a head and subsequently crashing down as the illusions and idealistic world Richard his imposed upon his story up until that point is pulled back to reveal the harsh truths that feel nearly impossible to stomach.

freaking parents won’t stop ordering fucking fast food and im getting tired of it i can’t seem to catch a break🙄

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doing this for my 9 year old self who dreamed of being thin

Bring unto me your FAVORITE pieces of writing from the Twilight series. I mean it. Parts you GENUINELY, UNIRONICALLY, think are Good Writing. Passages that spoke to you, quotes that got you in the feels, vivid descriptions of scenery or a character. Whatever. You just have to have thought, "this is Good, actually" about that particular passage or quote. And then also bring unto me the clunkiest parts, the cringiest quotes, etc. You know, like that '"Aro started to laugh. “Ha ha ha,” he chuckled,' one. If I get enough of each I'll run some polls. Submit in reblogs/replies or the ask box if you prefer.

i love the redemption arcs but give me regulus, evan and barty who don’t get better. give me those three tearing dorcas and pandora apart when they get the marks, when each of them attend death eater meetings.

give me regulus who can’t comprehend love, who fights for the pureblood ideology. who hunts a horcrux just to prove that he can, who hates being seen as a spare and to prove that he’s more than sirius could ever have been to the family, rather than purely to try and right his wrongs.

evan, who wants to be known as something than ‘the only rosier heir’, who fights to prove himself. someone who genuinely believes he’s fighting for the right side of the war and willingly dies for the cause. who refuses arrest and will simply not go down alone. if he’s going down, he’s not letting the auror get away with it unharmed.

barty, who is releasing years and years of rage towards his father, lashing out and finding his own beliefs because he was never set a good example of what he should do and who he should be. he joined those closest to him. if they go down, they do it together. even when they’re gone, he does what they didn’t get the chance to because his loyalty lies with them, and voldermort by association.

give me the slytherin boys without redemption and only getting worse and worse overtime.