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pagesofjasmine · 8 months

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"She was a living reverie for me: the mere sight of her sparked an almost infinite range of fantasy, from Greek to Gothic, from vulgar to divine."

The Secret History by Donna Tart

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henrywintersdearestgirl · 1 year

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Why aren't we talking about the fact that Henry marks his place in his books WITH A RIBBON?!

He is a little coquette princess:)) and I adore him for it.

#henrywinter #i love him #the secret history #tsh #henry winter #henrymarchbankswinter #i love him middle name #thesecrethistory #richardpapen #bunny corcoran #bunnycorcoran #charles macaulay #charlesmacauley #francis abernathy #francisabernathy

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crawlingbetweenearthandheaven · 11 months

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thoughts on dark academia? I think when you were francisabernathy you CODIFIED dark academia on here. smoking and poetry and red-brick buildings, your college in the fall, candles, velvet.

I think I wasn't trying to "codify" anything, per se. I did dress like a bit of a wanker, I did drink red wine and smoke Marlborough golds, I did take endless photos of my uni in its red-brick beauty, I did light candles a lot. I do play cello. I did identify with Francis Abernathy more than any other character I'd ever come across and I did take ancient Greek classes (as well as my other classes)

but, I also think "dark academia" seemed to come later, or more on tiktok. could be wrong. not on tiktok because I am 27 now. I like the "aesthetic" although the main point of the secret history is the danger in committing to an aesthetic too much, the danger in thinking you live in a time you do not live in, you walk in a world which doesn't exist any more or perhaps never did. this narrative was across my dash years and years ago, posts calling out the photosets of skinny hands covered in blood lighting cigarettes, skinny legs in tweed, deer skulls, blood in water, autumn, candles, preppy scarves and gin in teacups. it's a calculated look now and although I'll always have this draw to it, I also like lots of other stuff!

#dark academia #francisabernathy #tsh #the secret history #tsh is about overcommitting to the bit #i also try to avoid it now bc it's so oxbridge focussed on here #and i get sad about my open day right before the worst depression i've had in my life. which killed the oxford dreams!!

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thesecretsecrethistory · 2 years

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i cant sleep in peace knowing francis had to get married to a woman </3

#francisabernathy #the secret history #henrywinter #bunnycorcoran #camillamacaulay #richardpapen #charlesmacaulay

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soloorganaas · 8 months

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I found this from ages ago: https:// francisabernathy .tumblr .com/post/87284974996/bipolar-sirius-black-though-unmedicated-and

anon this broke my heart in the best way. i love love love seeing other people's bipolar sirius headcanons

#sirius black #bipolar sirius #ch: we choose who we really are #hp #asks

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aradeia · 2 years

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did you ever know the user on here with the url francisabernathy? going back like.. 8 years. looking for them :(

Hi, anon! I don't think so, no. The only person I can remember who ever had a url like that is @ minyardy, who went by @ francisaberanthy a few years ago.

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boyishhaircut · 2 years

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Charles and Camilla Macaulay’s Apartment

“The armchairs and the lumpy sofa were upholstered in dusty brocades, threadbare at the arms: rose patterns on tan, acrons and oak leaves on mossy green. Everywhere were tattered doilies, dark with age. On the mantel of the fireplace (which I later discovered was inoperable) glittered a pair of lead-glass candelabra and a few pieces of tarinshed silver plate.” - The Secret History, Donna Tartt (pg. 65)

#thesecrethistory #tsh #camilla macaulay #charlesmacaulay #henrywinter #victorian #bric-a-brac #darkacademia #francisabernathy #iyearnforanapartmentlikethis imaginelisteningtojosephinebakeronalumpysofaoftheirs s #donnatartt #dainty #antique #dark academia #ican'tbelieveijustputadarkacademiatagbecauseidon'tevencountthisnovelasdarkacademiaanymore #aurevoir

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academia-aesthetics-blog · 2 years

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《The Secret History》

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Finally, after years of searching I have be able to read the "Holy Grail🍷" of the #darkacademiacommunity 🕰🪐👞🎻📜📚✒⚜

All I can say to that book is that it was very nice and passionate to read. The story was so rich on twists and tragedy🎭 that it is not normal. Donna Tartt is one of my new favourite authors and one of my celebrity crushes now too 😍 😀😃💕

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I personally, think #francisabernathy deserves better but there's nothing I can do 😉

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#thesecrethistory

#donnatartt

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francisabernathysgirl · 3 years

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Taylor Swift's song The 1 is basically Richard's pov after 15 years thinking about Camilla/Francis.

Lyrics are absolutely written by him.

#dark academia #the secret history #bunny corcoran #francis abernathy #henry winter #donatartt #francisabernathy #light academia #richard papen #richardpapen #murder #aesthetuc #academic #classic academia #academics #tsh #dona tartt #donna tartt

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henrywintersdearestgirl · 4 months

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what about makeup sex with henry after a big fight hehe

love u

Merry Christmas, my dearest doves! Love you xx <3

I hope you will like my present:)

Odium

It was already bad timing for them to fight. It was the end of the semester, summer was right around the curb.

All the members of the greek class were together in Francis’ estate, it was easier if anyone had troubles with all of their work. But, that also meant that everyone was on fire, and not in a good way.

The twins were mainly calm and minding their own business, Francis just drank the second he felt an ounce of stress and dragged Richard with him to be a borderline alcoholic. Bunny was the main problem, he was irritating the shit out of everyone, especially Henry and Y/N.

It was obvious that Bunny had a thing for Y/N, it was an ignored open secret for everyone.

But one night, Bunny had drank a bit too much, unfortunately for Henry. Henry was trying to do his work in the library, but Bunny had different plans for him. He plopped down onto the armchair in front of Henry and made himself comfortable.

He just kept on talking, talking and talking. After an hour of his constant yapping, which Henry ignored of course, there was a bit of silence. Until there wasn’t…

Y/N went to sleep hours ago, but she just couldn’t get comfortable, and she felt like she was just not warm enough. She needed Henry’s big and warm body to fall asleep, so she made her way down to the library.

She had heard his distant voice, it made her stop in her tracks. Bunny was talking, and about her. His tone was fuming, and she could just see his angered red face, he must have drunk a whole bottle. She never heard his slurring this much, he wasn’t in his right mind, he will probably forget everything in the morning.

She stayed at the corner and just listened, what a mistake.

“Do you know what I don’t understand, Henry?” He huffed like a small child “You have her all to yourself, and you can’t even fucking cherish it, you fucking bastard!” He was hitting the arm of the chair in frustration “You just show her around, I bet you don’t even love her.” Her heart ached at the words of Bunny, but more at Henry’s silence. She didn’t need to hear her name to know that she was the topic.

“But let me tell you, old chap, if she was mine… Man, how I would love her. And not just her, but that body…” she clenched her fist and jaw, her heart dropped. “I would grab her hair and have those lips around my cock. I would knead and suck those tits all fucking night.” She could hear him creeping closer to Henry “And of course, I would fuck her sweet pu—“

She had turned on her heels and ran back to her room, she heard enough. And it angered her that Henry couldn’t stand up for her. Did he really just wanted to show her off? Without actually loving her? She knew she was beautiful, beautiful like the sun on a cold winter day. But, no, Henry loved her, he showed her multiple times and he really cherished her. Then why didn’t he fucking say something?

She needed space, she knew he would come looking for her. So, she took her bag out and threw in whatever clothing of hers she could find, she even put in a shirt of Henry’s. She may have been angry at him but he was the love of her life. She creeped into Francis’s room, and woke him up lightly, he looked confused and scared that something bad had happened.

“Y-Y/N? What is it? Is something wrong?” He sat up in bed, the moon rested on his pale freckled chest.

“No, no. I just—I have to leave, I must go home. Can I take your car?” He immediately understood that it was something to do with Henry. So, he nodded and gave her the keys. “Please, don’t say anything to Henry…”

“Of course not, my sweet.” He hugged her gently, and felt her shed a few tears on his neck, so he just let her stay like that for a couple of minutes, stroking her hair until she pulled away.

She shed many tears while driving back to her place, and when she plopped down on her bed, she cried even more.

She doesn’t remember when she had fallen asleep, but she woke up with Henry kneeling beside the bed, smoothing her hair softly. The second she recognized the familiar touch she melted into it. Then, she remembered the whole reason she fell asleep alone in her own bed, so she pulled away.

His brows furrowed as he looked at her in confusion.

“Why did you leave, my doe? What’s wrong? Do tell.”

The tears began to stream. “I heard you… In the library.” She sensed that he tensed up “I heard how Bunny was talking about me, but I didn’t hear you saying anything.” She barely whispered out, the knot in her throat nearly choking her words down.

She finally looked him in the eye, she was surprised to see the slight smile on his face. Why was he smiling?

He chuckled warmly and held her teary face in both of his big hands. “Oh, my girl. I wish you hadn’t left so early, otherwise you could have seen the bruise on Edmund’s cheek.” He sat up beside her on the bed and hugged her deeply, she immediately wrapped herself around his much bigger frame “I would never let anyone talk like that about my lovely baby. She is only for me, no one else can touch her like I do. And he was right in certain parts.” His kisses migrated down to her jaw.

“W-what?” He was hitching closer to her sweetest spot.

“I do love to show you off.” He sucked at her neck and she felt the warmth in her tummy. “I love how everyone envies me, because I have the most beautiful girl to myself.” His lips wandered to her cleavage, his hands slipped under her thin nightgown, slowly pushing it over her head. As he talked, he gently pushed her down on her back. “Mine to love, to hold, to kiss…” he slowly kissed down her body, stopping at her chest to give some attention to her perky breasts, which he got rewarded for with breathy moans. He kneeled down on the floor, pulling her hips to the edge of her bed. His arms wrapped around her soft thighs, which he kissed all over, and he bit the lower part of her tummy. “All mine to pleasure, to worship, to fuck.” He dived in and ate her out as if his life depended on it, he needed to make it up for her.

She loved when he ate her out, he was so good at it, but she needed him now, she needed him bad. She was already horny when she went down to the library, so she was eager to get him inside her. Henry and her were probably the least stressed out of the whole greek class, they fucked all of their stress away. She grabbed his hair and pulled him up from her heat, which Henry replied to with a whine, nobody likes to be pulled away from a good and warm cunt.

“I-I need you, Henry, I want you inside.” She pushed his shirt off of his muscular chest after pulling him down to her naked body.

He stood up from the ground and undressed quickly, his member was already standing hard and proudly against his stomach.

He laid down beside her. “Come one, doe, use me as you’d like.” She was hypnotised by him, she crawled on top of him and grinded down on his firm dick. He groaned when he felt her wet folds wrapping around him, he easily could have cummed just from her grinding. “Put me inside, dearest, let me feel you completely.”

That did it, she positioned him at her entrance, and sunk down on him. She fell down on him and began riding him while embracing him.

This was his heaven, being inside his girl, while being in her welcoming arms. His hands were caressing the back of her head. She straightened her back and gave him a sight for sore eyes. He felt himself pulse within her from the show she gave him, her soft hips moving precisely, her beautiful round tits bouncing from her moves, her hair messy from his touch. She radiated sex from her, and she was his sex goddess.

After a while, her moving got uncoordinated, so he sat up and fucked up into her. He pounded right up into her sweet spot, she moaned loudly and she fisted his hair from the pleasure. His mouth latched on one of her breasts and he began sucking and licking on her nipple.

“I’m close, just, oh! Don’t stop!” His fingers started rubbing her clit, and he felt her clenching around him.

“Go on, give it to me!” She came on him and that pushed him over the edge. His thick cum flooded her cunt.

“Oh, I love the feeling of you filling me up. Mm, so warm.” She nuzzled her face into his neck, and he caressed her skin all over.

They stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other’s warmth. “I would never let anyone speak bad about you, my love.”

Her eyes closed slowly, the sex tiring her out. “I know, I should have stayed a bit longer, m’sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He kissed her lovingly “I understand, the next time someone dares to put a bad word next to your name, I will punch them that second.”

She laughed loudly, causing to laugh too. “How did you get even with punching him?”

“He was so drunk, so Richard just convinced him that he tripped and fell down the stairs. He even acts like his ribs are broken and he is whining all day, he even whined for Camilla to put ice on his arms.”

So, he made up with her. He took her out for breakfast, and just gave her love all day.