Idk

Thoughts :

1. yeah Camilla didnt kiss Richard. Doesn't make sense.

2. Julian fucking sucks.

3. Wtf did Henry say to Camilla I need to know.

4. Henry not being happy even after death just like Tiberius wasn't happy in the garden.

5. I love how Donna tart manipulated us into falling for the aesthetics.

6. Henry is terrifying but also my favourite character.

7. Did they really kill that farmer or was it a wild animal. Remember they said there was a fifth person that was changing form? What if that was an animal that killed the farmer. And then to cover up the murder ( that they didn't commit) they had to kill bunny.

8. I definitely knew that incest was coming. I mean bunny made horrible jokes but none of those jokes were lies.

9. But the group not caring about the incest was surprising.

10. Would the characters have gone through with killing bunny if Henry wasn't telling them they had to.

Richard- following Henry/wants to fit in

Camilla- yes

Charles - no

Francis - yeah

11. I wish we had gotten to see more of Henry's kind cause he just have been pretty broken for him to kill himself.

12. Oh nothing, just Julian conforming Henry's messed up notions.

Death is the mother of beauty.

And what is beauty?

Terror.

Well said.

I think I've been asked this before and I have answered yes, and I read it in Greek which is twice as funny because the characters are studying Greek in it.

I love The Secret History, I think it's a fine work (even though I prefer Tart's The Goldfinch), but you should be aware that the romanticization of its aesthetic on TikTok has led to a lot of misconception around the themes, and you might get into it expecting something else.

It's a dark academia book (the one that possibly created the very genre), and its purpose is to criticize the elitism and pretentiousness found in humanitarian majors in university, not uplift it.

You have your protagonist, Richard, a lying liar who lies (and repeatedly snorts coke while trying to convince the reader he is a reliable narrator), and who is so desperate to be accepted by his richer, more educated, and more "classy" peers that he goes to extreme lengths to gain their approval. That's what the Secret History is essentially about.

And I think it does a phenomenal job at what it sets out to do. It's funny and witty and thought-provoking and makes you hate the main characters while simultaneously finding them impossibly entertaining. Everyone in there is such a caricature, but in a way that is purposeful.

What I meant to say is; Yeah, it's definitely worth your time, so long as you remind yourself that it's meant to be satire and that every character in it was partially written to be found insufferable :)

Pretty late in the novel, Charles shares that Henry gave him a bottle of Nembutal capsules; Richard immediately recognizes this as a poisoning attempt and is horrified. (If you google "nembutal alcohol", like I did when confirming my understanding for this post, every result that comes up is a suicide hotline: that's how well-documented this interaction is.)

This isn't Henry's first attempt to poison Charles, though, although it's the first one recognized by the characters. Charles's "infection" that lands him in the hospital is. This one is a lot better planned-out and executed, and as a result is a lot less obvious to everybody. At this point Charles's mental health is in such a bad state that it's easy to believe that he could land himself in the hospital through poor self-care alone. I'll call out below a number of points that are pretty damning to Henry, though, from a narrative standpoint.

but i was wondering if you could make a 2 column photoset that brings out the differences between art nouveau and art deco?

the differences ive seen from my cursory research seem to be architectural and interior design elements which are fascinating of course, but i wondered more about the paintings/fine art (as opposed to the functional elements made artistic if that makes sense)

love your blog and thanks for your time :)))

Hello! Sorry for taking awhile to reply, I wasn't entirely sure I could answer this very well since I'm not too familiar with either art movement, but I hope I can still be helpful.

I found several articles that do a great job of highlighting the differences between the art movements and use various artworks as example

https://artincontext.org/art-deco-vs-art-nouveau/

https://www.riseart.com/guide/2379/art-deco-vs-art-nouveau

https://artincontext.org/art-nouveau-paintings/ - Describes art nouveau art in general

https://gallerease.com/en/magazine/articles/the-difference-between-art-nouveau-and-art-deco-explained__6ae04a6d3cbf

https://artnouveau.club/art-nouveau-vs-art-deco/

From what I've gathered, art nouveau is more flowy and based in nature, while art deco is more polished, sharp lines, and angular.

Hope you find this helpful! I know this wasn't exactly what you were asking for, but the articles I found did a great job of highlighting the differences, I figured that would make up for it.

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Slytherin reader and prankster George let’s go, he was stressinggggg in this.

George was out and about again, making it his sole purpose to get your attention.

Or anything that gets you to spare him one look.

Now, he wanted to admit that falling for a slytherin was the least on his radar but wow, you? You were so unreachable and it made him want to fight harder for your attention as each day passed.

Fred had obviously caught on George’s so ridiculous crush and was helping his brother make the perfect plan(s) to turn your head, whatever it takes.. George thought.

But how hard was that, oh how hard was that. You were a perfect A student who liked to rule alone, very outspoken about your independence across the students which reached George’s ears. Did that stop him from wanting to get you? Heck, absolutely not.

He tried many things, interrupting you in class. Throwing a paper your way, trying to stumble and fall across from you but you never cared, never spared him one look.

George wanted to give up but he felt terrible for that, giving up wasn’t his strong suit. And for that he tried to break in the slytherin common room, steal the password from a student but it didn’t work and he almost risked snape finding out.

“Fred help me please!” George succumbed across his brother on the floor, his hands over his brothers knees. His head thriving with a horrendous headache from the amount of thinking he’s been doing All day. Fred took a mental sigh and smacked George on the head lightly, wanting him to man up and stop moping around like a child.

“Did you ever consider that maybe- Just maybe.. she doesn’t bloody want you!” Fred shouted at his brother, George looked up with a pout as Fred cringed. “What the bloody hell has gotten into you, you could have literally any girl so why her? Why a slytherin?” Fred exasperatedly spoke, feeling done with his brother moaning and whining over a slytherin.

“You said you’d help me!” George slapped his brothers knees. “Yes but did anything we’ve tried worked? Maybe set her on fire, she’ll definitely notice you.” Fred decided it’s a good time to joke while George was mourning his failure of feelings.

“It’s not funny.”

“Come on I saw the grin, you wanted to laugh.” Fred mumbled, trying not to burst into a laughing fit at how ridiculous George looked right now, the almighty jokester.. brought down by feelings.

“Fred please, one last try. I’m begging you.” George folded his hands into a pleading gesture and Fred rolled his eyes so hard they might fall off his head. “One last one.”

Fred agreed to help his miserable brother to catch your attention, this time planning to catch a book you’re reading on fire, just a little bit and he’d put it out.

This was all Fred’s planning and George went accordingly as best as he could, finding out when you’d go to the library. Basically stalking you around school with Fred on his arms. “I’d rather be making out with Angelina than be here.” George smacked his brother’s arm as he caught you walking towards the library with books in your hands, your green and silver tie catching light.

Fred groaned in disgust as he followed George into the library and finally putting the plan in action.

You got comfortable on the couch and splayed out your homework in front of you, trying to get some of it done before you got to leave. Not planning to stay here for long.

George and Fred strutted their way into the library, catching all eyes but yours. Dipping your pen in ink and writing down your homework.

Fred nudged George’s shoulder to just go for it already, light the book on fire and putting it out the minute you turn your head to him. That was it, easy and simple.

Pulling his wand out, pointing it at the book you just got a hold of and casting a spill so quietly.

In a glimpse of a second, the fire caught on the edge of the book you were holding which caught you by complete surprise. You shrieked so loud and dropped it, making it light every single paper on the table in front of you.

Not just the book got entirely fried but so did your homework. “What the bloody hell!” You yelled as you tried to put it out with your bare hands.

“We need to get out.” Fred whispered, but George was stood there in shock. This was not how he wanted it to go, he wanted you to look at him not hate him.

“Not so fast.” The twins heard the All too familiar voice behind them, snape.

You heard your head teacher in the room, looking at whoever he was talking to. Fred and George, you immediately knew it was them.

You were so very aware of everything they were trying to pull on you, you’ve no idea what you’d done to them but lighting your work on fire was the last straw.

Feeling blinded by rage you picked yourself up and walked to the idiotic gingers and grabbed their backs and turned them around. “It was you! You bloody horrible people, what the hell is wrong with you!?” You felt your eyes stinging with tears over your work that got so badly fried, which you also needed to do all over again. Noticing how one of them seemed like he didn’t want to be here and the other completely guilty, you didn’t care who’s who.

Snape shut you up and grabbed both of them by their necklines to detention. You groaned in frustration and helped yourself out and back to the slytherin tower.

“Happy now? Idiot!” Fred yelled at George, in an empty class room. George was staring at the ceiling, feeling so terrible and the last thing he needed was Fred scolding him. “I screwed up, she hates me.” George flopped his head down into his arms.

“Whatever, we need to get out of here. I didn’t want to be locked in a detention.”

“Me neither, suck it up.”

The next day you were going back to the library, trying to get back on track with the work the twins ruined, having All last night to cry over it you pulled yourself together and you just decided it’s okay to start over. Still wishing you’d kill them, you knew snape’s detention would do the work but it wouldn’t be enough.

As you made your way to the library you bumped into someone, one of the twins was there. Staring down at you, the same look of guilt washed down his face and you couldn’t help but think this was the one that was taunting you from the start of the term. You couldn’t tell them apart, but maybe you were right.

“What do you want?” You harshly asked. George swallowed the lump in his throat. “I’m sorry, for burning your homework.” He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

“You’ve got plenty to apologize for, what did I do to you? Do we know each other Weasley?” You were so curious as to why he chose you to be so rude to, he was so horrible. You also knew he tried to break in the slytherin tower to maybe kill you in your sleep, you had no idea or recalled a memory of ever being ever involved with him in anything bad that he needed to get back at you to.

“You didn’t do anything.” George said, his eyes searching through yours. You were so beautiful and that green tie complimented your eyes so well, he couldn’t help but gawk.

“Then why are you so horrible to me?” George was surprised you knew it was him, the one doing all of this. You finally started telling them apart, his heart felt so heavy and his nervousness getting the best of him.

“That’s not- I didn’t mean to.. you just wouldn’t look at me.” George slipped, well. It was about time. “What?” You were so confused, feeling frozen in place.

“I like you, I really do. I know my ways are horrible but I swear it’s good intentions, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” George confessed, he felt like it was the right thing to do. Maybe then he’d stop chasing after you if you turn him down, which he knew you will.

“You could have just said you liked me.. not whatever bloody horrendous deathly pranks you pulled on me for the past three months, weasley.”

You said, feeling heated up at his honesty. You were not going to lie that most of your house lacked this bravery, you couldn’t help but find it intriguing.

“It’s George, I’m George.” He could have sworn he was blushing his cheeks and ears off. “Well, George..” you started; “I should go and finish the homework you lit on fire just twenty four hours ago.” You walked away and into the library, leaving George there completely shattered and heartbroken.

He knew the minute he’d confess and you blew him off that that was it, he couldn’t burden you with his tries anymore.

He couldn’t take the rejection lightly but he needed to and like Fred had said; you just didn’t want him.

Taking a shaky breath he walked back to anywhere else he could be instead of standing there like a fool.

But to you that was not the case at all, you couldn’t help but start feeling something for the disastrous ginger that had bluntly confessed to you without a second thought, you were much more than okay to be alone but you wanted to give him a chance.

He was willing to go out his way and grab your attention and you always were aware of him, he Just didn’t know that. So why not go out with him? It would not hurt you to lighten up this once, not at all.

It had been a week since your homework caught fire from George and the last day he’d had detention for a week straight with your head teacher. You certainly felt bad he had every night detention to attend to, but knowing what happened, he really deserved it. But you wouldn’t tell him that.

Catching him seated with his brother on the gryffindor part of the table at the great hall you waved to him, you certainly wouldn’t tell him you wanted to go out with him in front of this many people and you weren’t sure he still liked you anymore.. you didn’t know why someone would, feelings and emotions weren’t your strong suit and you never seemed to display them much.

George blushed and waved back, his heart raced and his palms sweaty he ran to you after you were done with dinner. Calling your name up the stairs. “George, hi.” You gave him a light smile, George returned it before he had to try his luck out just one more time, and the last time.

“uhm-tomorrow’s the weekend, what do you think about going to hogsmeade with me?” He rambled, looking at any signs that you may reject him but he wasn’t exactly that good at reading you yet. “It’s okay if you don’t want to.. I’ll not bother you again.”

“Will you not, George? You don’t seem the type to give up.” You interrupted, crossing your arms. “Uh- am I not?” George said, flustered from head to toe. You’d been right, he was standing here in front of you all because he couldn’t give up.

“No, you’re not. I’ll meet you tomorrow, George.” You said before turning your back to him and going to bed.

You loved how you made the almighty prankster that ruined your day every day for months was a blushing mess and at your command now, you’ll get used to have him flustered some more.