#litblogging

Finished strong poison and I really can’t just jump to the next one because I’m still so besotted with lord peter in love. Has a man ever been such a fucking disaster trainwreck. Handles the situation with the grace of a goose falling down some stairs & the best part is that while harriet is clearly bruised from her immensely awful ordeal she’s also clearly fascinated by whatever the fuck he has going on. What the fuck DOES he have going on. bunter calls him on it in .5 seconds because he’s been out at all hours trying to track down leads to prove harriet didn’t do it even though ALL AVAILABLE EVIDENCE SAYS SHE DID and he’s like (entirely serious) “how did bunter know i’m in love. i don’t think it’s super noticeable”

on the carmen maria machado topic and the topic of the book that lily's holding in that photo, you can read one of the stories from the collection (her body and other parties) for free online! it's called the husband stitch <3

Wait Nico di Angelo is Italian. Like I guess it should be obvious but I always envisioned him as Latine for some reason

I LOVE A MARRIAGE PROPOSAL AT FIRST SIGHT

having a lot of fun with the thing harriet keeps doing in have his carcase where whenever wimsey throws hearts and flowers at her she’s like “get ahold of yourself :/“ but then when he misses a single moment where she looks cute in a dress or he could have said something romantic or he could have asked her out she goes >:( for a second before internally going GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF

listening to abba's "the name of the game" and thinking about toby/tybalt so i guess this is . i guess i live here now on some level

HSHDNNGJFKJFKF wimsey pausing by a sickass flower display and being like “wow this is tasteful. Who sent this to the deceased” and reading the card and finding an extremely sweet note signed with his own name and being like thank fucking god for bunter