you’re wearing his cardigan. i’ve struck a blood deal with his mob boss father, befriended and invested myself in the romantic life of his little sister, and am tormenting him with slutty 3am texts and sunglasses photos. we are not the same
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olivie blake should have never give me that last crumb, now I'm going to eat her whole marzipan house and live rent free in the space between delusion and canonical events
like: "a glimpse of platinum blond winked before the lens." ???? that useless pathetic blond man is totally alive and peeling oranges for the love of his life tristan caine.
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If we don't get angry messy Tristancallum Novacaine hate sex in the final book with Callum absolutely loosing it in all the emotions, What Even Is The Point
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the Novacaine energy this gives
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tristan // callum's texts in tac like LITERALLY
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tristan caine, with his perseverance and his never ending love (for parisa, for callum, for libby, for people who don’t deserve it) and his pessimism and his longing to be useful and his bisexuality and his daddy issues and his unwillingness to kill despite his survival instincts, is one of the most underrated characters to ever exist
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Novacaine in the Atlas Complex. This is the post.
Miserable and obsessed characters in love are my motivators in this life.
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tristan and callum as louis and lestat send post
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The Atlas Complex Spoilers!
james wessex thinking he was the protagonist whe he tried to piss off tristan was actually hilarious. Tristan gave 2 and a half fucks maximum lmao.
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The atlas paradox really grabbed me by the throat and said, "you're going to fucking love Callum Nova and you're going to like it!" and it was right. I love that fucking deranged, depressed, alcoholic nightmare. Someone give him a hug and a kiss (preferably Tristan).
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there is nothing olivie blake could possibly ever write that’s funnier than callum nova being the only one in the cohort who is adamantly and unequivocally not interested in atlas’ sinister plan to destroy the entire universe
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Lighting candles, drawing blood sigils, praying to the cryptic tree in my backyard to manifest scenario 733
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After that line in TAC, I can just imagine Tristan and Callum heaving bags of money up the stairs into Tristan's bedroom in the mansion, arranging piles of it into neat stacks, and then just going to sleep because who the fuck has the power to have sex after running around and doing so much heavy lifting
Libby comes over to get a thing and well, there's a shit ton of money neatly arranged on the floor and Tristan and Callum passed out on the bed
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