"How is a man to get anything done knowing Alex Claremont-Diaz is out there on the loose? I am driven to distraction."

“At any party, where can you be found?”

“Towards the exit...😁”

@/GGWHOO

The face Alex makes... the one he makes when he's telling his mom he's sorry... when he's in the closet with Henry and the story starts to unfold... the one he makes on the couch when Henry asks about the key... or when he says he doesn't know how to play Polo and it seems Henry won't ask him to come now... when Henry takes his coat off and turns to sit it down before their first time... when he's looking out the window after Paris... when he's watching Henry sing... after his dad tells him sometimes you gotta jump... when Henry says he doesn't have a loving, supportive family like Alex does... when he's hugging Henry goodbye and wants to kiss him... when he takes the sip of whiskey after Zahra leaves the couch... when Shaan says the King wants to see them... when the King pops off on Alex speaking up to him... when they look through the glass at the people before going out onto the balcony... when he looks at Henry after the election speech...

it's like an innocent, uncertain, nervous face... and yeah I think about ALL of them often

hold me hostage, hold me accountable, hold me down, just hold me for fucks sake.

I want a soulmate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don't already know, and make me laugh. I don't care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there.

Henry Rollins

i don't think the spike girlies talk enough about how he was an upper-class posh dude who reverse my fair ladied himself so that he would sound cooler. like do you think he sat around practicing "the rain in spain" to make himself more cockney?

just a bed

Accidentally started rereading Northanger Abbey, and was sudden reminded all over again that Jane Austen is, in fact, fucking hilarious.

NA is her parody/satire of Gothic novels at the time, and she starts the book by choosing violence-- she describes the "tragedy" of the main character, Catherine Morland, a girl Determined to be a Heroine even though ALL ODDS are against her: she has a sane father who doesn't lock up his daughters, a healthy mother who didn't die in childbirth, no preternatural talent for music or drawing through which to reveal her Deepest Soul, and-- most shockingly of all-- absolutely zero love interests for whom she can wander the hills mourning their starcrossed fates until she wastes away from the sheer Sentimentality of it all.

But don't worry! She's got this FIGURED OUT. She KNOWS why she has not yet found her TRUE LOVE:

There was not one lord in the neighbourhood; no—not even a baronet. There was not one family among their acquaintance who had reared and supported a boy accidentally found at their door—not one young man whose origin was unknown. Her father had no ward, and the squire of the parish no children.

But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way.

(SPOILER: She is introduced to a mysterious young man who lives in an ABBEY, which everyone knows means he has a DEEPLY MYSTERIOUS SECRET PAST and is maybe a TRAGIC HERO or even a ROMANTIC MONSTER and either way this is IT this is Catherine's TIME TO SHINE she is going to get a good grade in DOOMED LOVE, a thing that is normal to want and--)

(...meanwhile Henry Tilney-- an ordinary guy who never expected "get cast as the Hero in some Grand Gothic Romance" to show up on his bingo card-- starts wondering when exactly he started finding Catherine's attempts to locate bloody daggers in his linen closet charming.)

THERE'S GONNA BE A BENDY MOVIE

The divide between the Dad Friends™️ and Doug Houser continues to grow with this relevation

you know I will always love me a classic lovers or friends to enemies trope (preferably if they’re back to being lovers or friends again) but there’s just something about siblings to enemies / sibling rivalry trope that just hits different. because lovers (or friends) to enemies can actually result in characters permanently going their separate ways, but siblings are connected on a spiritual level — hell, they quite literally share the same blood — they can’t really permanently go their separate ways, even if they may want to. yes, they’re enemies. yes, they hate each other, but that’s their brother, that’s their sister, and no matter how much they fight, how much they make the other bleed, how much they want to convince themself that they want the other dead, they both will always be a part of each other, two sides of the same coin. so they can’t really get rid of each other (even if it’s the case where one of them ends up killing the other, they’re still carrying the guilt, the shame, the pain and the ghost of their murdered sibling with them, a part of that dead sibling will forever be inside them until the day they die and reunite with said sibling in the afterlife).

but most importantly, I will always, always be a sucker for sibling rivalry trope where the two characters hate each other, but they will always hunt down and kill anyone else who harms their sibling. the trope where both siblings take turn hurting each other, but at the end of the day, it’s their brother, it’s their sister, who gently wipes the blood off their wounds, stitch them back up and helps nurse them back to health, doesn’t matter if the injuries were inflicted by their own said sibling or someone else.

❝ at the end of the day, you’re my brother, and it will always be my job to protect and take care of you. I hate you, but I love you. I need to feel your blood on my hand, but I will burn the world down if that’s what it takes to hunt down anyone who makes my brother bleed. ❞

sibling rivalry trope just… hits different.

Did your parents send you to snobbery school or does looking down on people just come naturally to you?

Well, in your case I’d say it’s rather inevitable.

“It’s weird knowing who it was all this time.”

How scared do you think it makes Will, now that he knows that a man has been after him this whole time?

Not some ancient eldtritch horror, a human man with human intelligence who has been watching him, stalking him.

He wasn’t just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and encountered a demogorgon when it was hungry and needed food. Someone sought after him for a reason and kidnapped him.

I am just a teensy bit sick atm and I don't trust myself to do the next story page justice in this condition, so instead here's some misc sketches :')

Henry: I will destroy everything you love Alex: I love you Henry, holding back tears: Jokes on you, I've been self-destructive my whole life

Thinking about Henry and Mercedes in the original earth after the first Code Purple, and how time dilation means that when their sons aren't there/haven't crossed over, days for them pass in hours for their sons, days become years without a visit, without word, without any closure or consolation. How Mercedes probably died of old age under an unfamiliar sky (her family in Ecuador whispering among themselves over how quickly she's aged those times she could visit with her grandchildren in tow, "Estas enferma mija?" "No mami, solo... solo cansada." And she looks older than her own aunties and everyone knows she can't be telling the truth.) and Henry knew, he had to know the time was going differently on the other side, but it still had to hurt like hell, to be alone like that, left with only a man who isn't evil solely because of literal magical intervention. And his sons are ready to damn even more worlds, and ready to damn their children too, and Mercedes would have known what to do but she's dead and they weren't even there-

And though I think Henry's coldness to Lark and Sparrow was mostly due to them, as adults, dooming another world, this time with all the agency they didn't have as twelve year olds, that personal slight, however unearned, had to have hurt like hell.

You put me on (and said I was your favorite)

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Henry now lives in this cardigan !!

(i’ve been sitting on this drawing for so long now. Felt like it was gonna collect dust. so here ya go)