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buena musica para gente mala
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Chris x Andrik
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Remember that?
She would turn it into a mystery that they could solve together. He would like that. She would be something for him to fix, a project like his broken town, his crumbling house. She could still be one of the good guys.
Ninth House, chapter 20
I want Darlington to tell Alex that he doesn't want to change her. No matter how broken she is, no matter how many crimes she's committed, he'll need her just the way she is.
can we agree as a fandom that Noah Kahan’s Great Divide (i mean the album as a whole) feels very Darlington, him soaking in his loneliness left alone at the old New England house?
no? anyone else on this combination right now?
The problem wasn’t books and fairy tales, just that they told half the story, offering up the illusion of a world where only the villains paid in blood, the ogre stepmothers, the wicked stepsisters, where magic was just and without sacrifice.
Leigh Bardugo, Hell Bent
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Clara: "So… let me see if I have this straight. In this penance wheel thing you were trapped in. It was a circular castle and all that kind of thing, yes?" 12: "Confession Dial. Yes…" Clara: "And carrying forward, every iteration of you that popped out of the teleport buffer had to go through the same series of realizations, wherein you dug up the garden, found where you'd thrown your skull into the water outside. And eventually went down to room 12 to the diamond-" 12: "Abzantium."
Clara: "The big clear stronger than diamond wall thing. Right. Whereupon you punched it with your meaty fists for… .how long again?" 12: "fffbmmm… " Clara: "Try that again please?" 12: "Four and a half- billion years." Clara: "Punching your way out."
12: "Yes."
Clara: "With your fists."
12: "…yes?"
Clara: "Your bare fists." 12: "Is there a point to this line of questioning?" Clara: "When you had a spade upstairs that you yourself said you dug up the courtyard with?"
12: … Clara: "I mean… how many other things besides your squishy meat fists did you have available to you in that place? Were there harder things than your fists or your shovel? Didn't you throw a big heavy table through a windowpane at one point?" 12: "Look-"
Clara: "Maybe something with a handle you could get a good swing with? You said you found a change of clothes by a fireplace. Was there a fire poker? Something that actually had a point on it?" 12: "Stop this." Clara: "I mean I've taught maths. If you had access to garden tools or a spade or- OOH! Did you happen to see a sledgehammer in there?"
12: "Well there were some great iron posts in front of the fireplace I could have- HEY!" Clara: "I figure if you were able to swing something heavy and hard that wasn't your timelord hamfisties? Something 4 times as hard and something you could put a good swing at that wall with, you could have cut more than a few billion years off your sentence, yes?"
12: "I was distraught, okay?" Clara: "CLEARLY!"
She was pointing at the ruins of Black Elm and there was Darlington—Darlington as she remembered him, as he’d been in her dream, handsome and human in his long, dark coat. No horns. No glowing tattoos. He had a rock in his hands, and as they watched, he lugged it over to what might have been the beginning or end of a wall, and laid it carefully atop the other stones.
Hell Bent
Every second, every hour
I take bricks and build the tower
I use all my strength and power
Just so I can hide and cower
Every second, every hour
I take bricks and build the tower
Safe and sound, my life devoured
I realize I am the tower
Neoni – The Tower
I totally understand the desire for a morally Grey villain. Trust me, I love them too. I want Darlington. I want The Gentleman Of Lethe, the man who tried so hard to coax Black Elm back to life. I want the man who saw Queen Mab when he was drugged and knew that Alex was not what she seemed. I want the Gentleman Demon. I want her loyal servant. I want the man who was everything that society and Yale wanted, the one who fit the bill but fucked over anyway. Give me the man who has a predaliction for first editions and women who lecture him about himself. Give me Darlington
