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telling-tragedy · 2 days
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henry fell in love with richard by mistake.
he wasn't supposed to love him, hell, he wasn't supposed to be able to tolerate him to begin with.
but then they spent the summer together. rose and fell, shared drinks, traded books like secrets. fingers brushed and thighs touched. glasses were passed around and sipped from freely. they became comfortable.
too comfortable.
now, whenever the greek class inevitably meets, henry can feel his throat tighten when richard walks into their classroom. sometimes he'll wave. sometimes he says 'hello' in that smooth voice of his. sometimes he says nothing and takes his seat. henry prefers when he says nothing.
he never loses his composure, of course. no one can know of his.. affinity for the strange new student. if they did, they'd make a fool out of him. so, he guides his romantic interest towards camilla. sweet, loveable, dumb camilla.
but it's not the same. when she smiles, poets don't write. they hardly even breathe. when she talks, angels don't join the chorus. it doesn't make sense. he gets bored. but he shouldn't.
he entertains it for a while. he flirts, laughs, and gets to piss off charles as a bonus. dances with the devil on the line of reality and fantasy. he can see himself falling for her. perhaps not in this life, but in another. if things were different.
when the gun ends up in his hand, seconds before the end, he's faced with three options. one, put the gun down and explain.. which is pointless. two, shoot the housekeeper. again, ridiculous, and three, cover up the incident by making himself the main victim.
he'd prefer to live, but his story has been told. he's entered the falling action. what else can he do to top this? to tell such a story and speak such things? another murder is the only answer. but who would affect the narrative so? throw it off course as it was before?
the answer, of course, is henry winter himself.
he turns around and is faced with both parts of himself– richard, the one he loves but can't, and camilla, the one he should love but doesn't.
a final dance with the devil. the clock is ticking, everyone is looking at him expectantly.
"put the gun down."
"open the door!"
"we can talk about this."
damn it all. he's already going out with a bang. why not add a few extra sparks?
"i love you," he says to no one in particular.
before the door opens and the gun is fired.
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"Who do I have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?" Dead Poets Society + Taylor Swift's "The Prophecy"
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this was more homoerotically charged than cubitum eamus. in this essay i will-
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Another ✨️WORK IN PROGRESS✨️ cause I can't bring myself to finish anything lately
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It looks better in my head and I WILL make it look better
I just have to gather some stamina...
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telling-tragedy · 5 days
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Hey everyone! I now have a discord for people to discuss literature beyond blog posts, so join if you like.
I’m hoping it can be a place to meet other readers and writers, where you can have discussions and casual conversation :)
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telling-tragedy · 7 days
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I LOVE YOUR ART STYLE SMMM
this was so lovely to see today! thank you anon 🤍
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for fair, limb-loosening Eros, most vexing and most dear to lovers.
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telling-tragedy · 8 days
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i don’t understand hammock physics henry having a nap for @smolbutfiercesun !
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telling-tragedy · 9 days
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macaulay twins doodle for @macau1ay :>
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telling-tragedy · 10 days
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Public speaking is actually really easy if you don't respect a single soul in that room. I've had an incredibly easy time delivering speeches when I hated everybody I saw and they all thought I did amazing because my disdain was read as confidence. I don't have any tips for you I'm just telling you a fact
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telling-tragedy · 19 days
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why was richard, a former med student, asking henry, a person who didn't even know the man had made it to the moon, whether he should take charles, who was clearly dying, to a hospital. and then going to judy's for confirmation.
(i actually think it serves to see how deeply manipulated he was by henry to need his opinion on every single matter, even on those where he clearly was way more capable.)
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Xenophon’s Hellenika (trans. John Marincola)
I keep thinking of doing a comic of this scene, and each time I think about it, I get a little bit further into the general idea, but I think this is as done as it’s going to get. for now. we’ll see! it’s come along way since the first illustration I did with Jason of Pherai, and I like this design for the herald too much to let it sit in my WIP folder for a year, so I’m going to post it anyway 😤
⭐ I have a tip jar (ko-fi)!
⭐ and other places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app
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i love women
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Thank you to everybody who sent me doodle req’s over the past week or so! Unfortunately I felt ill on my flight to Rome and I wasn’t able to work with my head down. But trust that I received them—either through DM’s or my ask box—and that I will work through them as soon as I am able. si valetis, valeo ♥️
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The Pantheon and the Trevi Fountain — Rome, March 2024
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