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Hey hi hello to all!

I’m the author of Catch Your Breath on AO3

And I was wondering that, if I made Soul, the MC, a blog if people would interact or be open to interaction.

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I didn't even care about bunny stans but their posts are starting to irritate me because why do they feel the need to shit on other characters just to make their fav who sucked ass look better. Like if you don't like a character just say it?? Like we get it, your fav was killed tragically. That doesn’t make him a good person, can you chill? No it's always like, omg bunny was such an amazing character, your fav wouldn't even say that, ouch that hurts doesn't ittt. No it doesn't?? You're just being annoying like him?? No he wasn't amazing or funny?? Did you miss the point of the book?? Why are you so bent on absorbing that idiot's objectively bad personality??

Like my fav is Camilla followed by Francis if we don't count Judy but I don't sweep under the rug how bad they were. I feel like they're softening what bunny did and exaggerating what everyone else did. I think you’re right his reaction wasn't authentic of someone who cared about murder. He didn’t care about bringing them to justice. Richard said that too I think.

I saw comments under your posts saying they met a lot of people like bunny and eww. I can't believe people like that actually exist in real life. I thought Donna was making him so unlikable to say that we need to feel bad about a murder even if the guy is the worst. But now they're preaching he was actually likable?? Do they feel bad about themselves that they're like him? I've seen one say having him as your fav doesn't make you're like him. Ok maybe that means they're not sexist and homophobic but they're writing exactly like bunny would so I feel like the personalities are aligning so they're just defending their own annoying personality at this point.

I can't even say this outright because they'll start crying how bunny gets hated. Is this a safe space and do you ship Camilla and Judy??

This is a safe space. I'm not an active shipper of Camilla and Judy but I like the ship in theory, I think the story there could be interesting.

I don't see what the big deal is. If they hate on other characters and pass it as jokes and have a clear favourite, others will make jokes about how they don't like their favourite and favour other characters as well. That's how fandoms work. It's giving hypocrisy.

No one else gets that offended when someone doesn't like their favourite in this fandom except Bunny fans. I think someone already said that in reblogs. As someone who has actually been in a fandom where their favourite character is misrepresented and actively hated, I think they're blowing "Bunny hate" out of proportion. Maybe that's just how they are. Maybe there is a causality. I haven't seen any actual haters. Someone will not include him once or say they didn't like him and it gets labeled as hate. I saw a large amount of Bunny apologist posts during my reread of The Secret History, so I made a post asking why that was and pointed out what Bunny canonically did. I didn't even say anything about Bunny after I first read the book, I didn't find him interesting enough. I talked about other characters and got logical discussion in return. Needless to say, it didn't have the effect when I talked about Bunny. Perhaps, you're right and there is a resemblance between the fans' and the character's personalities.

However, I think it's inevitable to make peace with the fact that there will always be accounts like these in every fandom. I'm not sure which account you're talking about, but even Bunny fans have some valid takes on some of the other characters sometimes. But I can already feel someone will blow even this post out of proportion.

My advice to you would be to block them for your own peace of mind but I don't think you came here for advice, so your rant is noted and appreciated. I don't think I've blocked anyone in any fandom because I personally like to see what people are saying in all corners of a fandom. Call it morbid curiosity. Mostly, it's a source of mild entertainment.

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A Disarming reflection

Richard Papen/Reader or: Richard and reader open up to each other (Reader more than Richard)

Sorry for the large gap between posts! writer's block had been kicking my ass, so many ideas, no idea how to execute :/

Also! This is back in the normal time, unlike the last oneshot that took place far into the future, and links to read the series on AO3 and a spotify playlist, as well as a pinterest board for MC, are linked on the masterlist <3

But anyway, hope you enjoy! Masterlist All dividers by @/saradika-graphics!

You weren't sure how it happened, but plans had changed from what you had worked out with Henry. He'd called you mid-day, and told you to tell the police what you "saw".

It had snowed the night after Bunny had been disposed of. The night nothing was the same, and yet at the same time, nothing had really changed.

So you did, and the police sent a search team, and Bunny was dug up. His family was called, and they made the trek to identify them. Henry, Francis, Charles, and Camilla went to meet them, send their condolences and whatnot, you and Richard stayed behind, new to the class.

That was another development, due to Bunny's death, the Greek program was in danger of shutting down, they needed a replacement. It was during one of the dinners post-death that Francis let it slip that him and Richard had been teaching you Greek. Apparently Henry only knew that they spent time with you, not what took up the time.

"So you'll join the class then." Henry had decided.

"I beg your pardon? I'm an English major, not a-" You'd initially shot him down.

"You'd know enough Greek to satiate Julian, and it's smart to stick together as a group. I'll tell Julian I've found someone tomorrow."

Checking your transcripts, it would work out for you to join, as you just needed a few credits. Your plan of taking care of your gen ed credits and then taking all classes required for your major as quickly as possible came in clutch it seemed. Your counselor recommended against it, of course, but you stuck with it.

Julian was……not displeased to have you in his class, but he certainly wasn't pleased, either. He was nice, and polite, but he wasn't as cordial with you as he was the others. That was fine by you though, you found something about him unsettling.

That night Richard had stopped by, which led you to where you were now, his head in your lap as you spoke about various things, when he'd brought up Julian.

"I'm……conflicted on him." You'd admitted.

Richard sat up, "Really? Why?"

"He asked a question that just….didn't sit right with me."

"What'd he ask?"

"He asked about my relationship with my parents, why would he need to know that as my professor? I'm an adult."

Richard pondered this for a moment, "I suppose that's true, he asked me the same thing not too long ago, actually. What was your answer?"

"Oh gosh, uh, nothing much to say, really. My relationship with my parents is as normal as it gets, I suppose."

"Really?" He seemed surprised by this.

"Mhm, I wasn't their first child, but I wasn't their last either. I'm the middle of three, one older brother, one younger sister."

"What's that like?"

"Nothing special, we had a decent life, weren't rich, but certainly weren't poor. Grew up in the Midwest, in a nice house, good schools, mom and dad make enough to pay for my college after financial aid, the works." You hadn't thought much about it, "What's life like in California?"

Richard starts his spiel about Orange groves, but he hardly gets through the first sentence before he catches your eye and pauses.

"No, it uh……wasn't like that."

"I figured."

He actually opens up, laying back into your lap as you subconsciously run your fingers through his hair.

He didn't have a good childhood, you'd kind of picked up on that. But you didn't mind, you had no intention of going to California anyway, and if you could help it, neither would he.

"You should visit my hometown with me, I think you'd like it." You hum, gently removing him from your lap as you stand, feet sinking into your rug as you grab a bottle of wine, half empty from the other nights he's spent in your dorm.

He accepts and you pour two, returning to your spot, though Richard sits up once you hand him his glass.

"Is that The Great Gatsby?" He hums, the cover catching his eye from where it laid on your desk.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, I read it in high-school and liked it, so I picked up a copy." You answer.

"It's my favorite book."

"I could see that."

He smiles, a soft, small one, just a quirk of the mouth really, and you find yourself wanting to kiss him silly.

But you don't, instead, you just smile back.

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YOU BLENDED MY HUSBAND!?

put me in the blender!!

@piraterefrigerator from Tumblr is being blended!!

You cannot save him.

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I know we are all used to hear bad news from the USA or UK when it comes to trans rights but this time Germany wants to play in the same league.

Our idiots at home ministry came up with the fucking idea to start a register for all transgender and nonbinary people which would mean every person working at some public position could always at any given time see your assigned gender at birth, your deadname, your address and who knows what else.

We had been there in the past. Hitler Germany called it the "Travestite Law" back then. Our politicians didn't learn.

We all know this is unacceptable.

Please, if you are German, sign it. If you are not, spread it wide and far.

This had been stopped once a few years ago. It needs to be stopped again.

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Me at the function

I like to think that Apollo's socialization skills were something he learned gradually over the centuries

So when he was younger he was simply 🕴 in the corner

But because he was good looking they all let it pass until he learned 🤷‍♂️

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Dear fucking gods

when i was a kid rummaging thru my mums cd collection to steal Good Stuff i accidentally stumbled across one called ‘songs for bonking’ which was coloured awful negative neon picture of ppls feet on top of each other in a bed and ALL the songs were like fucking ska punk 

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yes, i CAN romanticize the aesthetic of The Secret History but ALSO criticize the Greek class’s behavior and recognize the book as a commentary on the dangers of blind romanticism and conformity.

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The morbid longing to be instantly great at everything I do

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………I am not in safe territory I fear/j

They don't call them the Big Tops for nothing

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Hwoah

Dionysus design

It's finished! Are you ready to party hard? They surely are!

For my patreon: Patreon For my discord (18+): Discord server

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Here’s the post btw

Chat if I posted my seven page essay on why TSH shouldn’t be adapted into film/tv that I got an A on would yall read it? Cause I need more people than my English teacher and boyfriend to read it.

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Sunlight Reflected Off of A Mirror

Richard Papen/Reader Or: A slow morning in the future with Richard

God this took longer than expected! And by that I mean it took my ass far too long to sit down and write. I was a tad busy though so I suppose it isn't entirely my fault.

A couple of things before we get into it: 1) THERE IS HENRYMILLA, don't like it? Don't comment, I love WinterPapen or Winternanthy with all my heart but I have plans okay? I have plans. 2) Charles fucked off. I don't like him. I will eventually get around to writing why he fucked off, but he fucked off and is away from Camilla. 3) Yes Henry is alive. Canon got Divergent post murder. I will write it, do not fret. 4) Richard and Reader are married and have a dog because I said so. Normally I would give them a cat, but something about a dog just seemed more right to me argue with the WALL I am not LISTENING.

That being said, enjoy the fic!

all dividers by @/saradika-graphics

You woke to sun streaming through the curtains, a soft breeze filtering through the room ruffling your lover’s hair, a lover who remains dead to the world.

It brings a soft smile to your lips, seeing this silver tongued, intelligent being that could stand at the front of a lecture hall and talk, not breaking a sweat, reduced to just a man asleep in bed.

Your hands trailing through his hair and along the side of his face is what stirs him, brown eyes blinking slowly as he tries to cling to sleep.

“Good morning.” He mumbles, sitting up to brush his lips to your temple.

“Good morning indeed.” You hum, trailing your lips along his cheek.

The moment is slightly disturbed by the jingling of a tag, and the face of your Cavalier Spaniel Carroway’s face pops up on the end of the bed.

You light up, cooing at the puppy, who proceeds to jump up and nestle between you two.

Convincing Richard to get Carroway was a bit of a battle, as his job at the university called his attention more often than not, and he didn’t want you to feel as if you were the only one caring for the animal. But the bribe of getting to choose the name was enough of a sway. And so when you went to the rescue (You were adamant about getting a rescue, you had no idea if the dogs at the pet store were from Puppy Mills or not, and were not going to take that chance. Besides, there were plenty of shelter pups who needed a loving home!) And the Spaniel made quite the fuss as you walked past his crate, it was hard to pick any other puppy, especially when he situated himself in Richard’s lap, but only had eyes for you.

“He knows a good thing when he sees one, I suppose.” Richard had mused, and chuckled when you flushed and rolled your eyes.

Richard chose the name Carroway for your pup, named after the narrator of his favorite novel: The Great Gatsby. You’d agreed, getting it engraved on a tag with your information on it. Not that you worried about Carroway going far without you.

But returning your attention to the present moment brought a sense of peace.

“I believe it is Sunday, Francis and the Winters should be here tonight.” You hum, beginning to shift towards the edge of the bed.

Richard stops you with an arm around your waist, and a kiss to your shoulder, which proceeds up your neck, along your jaw, and finally landing on your lips, soft and slow.

You sigh, eyes slipping shut and hands cradling his face. Had your eyes been open, you would’ve seen the way your ring glittered in the light, nothing extravagant, but you preferred it that way. You were never one for dramatic scenarios, Richard had proposed at one of the Sunday dinners, your closest group gathered around. It was perfect, and you were glad that, after everything, something normal was finally happening.

In the middle of your reflection on your life together, mid-kiss, you feel Richard tug you onto his lap, and you smile.

“Why rush? We’ve got the whole morning to indulge in each other’s company.” He murmurs.

“Because we don’t have the morning, it’s eleven-thirty.” You sigh, but let his hands wander your frame.

“I see, we really should get ready then.” he hums.

He sighs, throwing the covers off of him, and you take a moment to admire him. He slept shirtless, so you had a wonderful view of his back. He wasn’t muscled, not visibly anyway, but there was a quiet strength to him, overall he had an average build. But he was perfect, as he always had been. He was decorated with freckles from his childhood in California, though they were lighter now that you resided full time on the East Coast. Francis had remarked that some land went up for sale near the country house, and Henry bought it without a second thought, building two houses. Now that Bunny was dead, he had proper finances again, and had no issue with financing the two houses. 

You all still had dinner on Sundays, though Charles was long gone by now, Camilla and Henry settled into their own marriage with a little girl that you helped Camilla with most days. It was your turn to host, and so you had prep to do.

Neither you or Richard were much of a cook before this arrangement began, but you were quick to take it up, Richard was actually quite adept at making any kind of sauce, though his favorite was Aioli.

“We should do Honey Garlic Aioli Chicken for dinner tonight.” You speak up, finally leaving the bed to dress yourself.

“You’re spoiling me, you know that? Cause I know you made that lemon merengue that I like.” He comments, crossing to you so you could tie his tie.

“Gods forbid I spoil my husband.” You tease, finishing the knot and tugging him down into another kiss.

He chuckles once more, and you find yourself more at peace by the second, Carroway weaving between your feet as another breeze flows through.

It’s domestic, it’s peaceful, and it’s yours, something neither of you thought you’d have. But that’s what makes it special.

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Sitting at my cousin’s graduation party thinking about my next fic in A Rose Tinted Mirror 😭😭

Gods help me it’s unhealthy.

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zeus take my period cramps and give them to bunny corcocan

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Since there’s people who would read it, here’s the link

TLDR: it’s due to the insane amounts of character assassination and plot censoring that would be necessary that they would be better off just changing every name and calling it a different movie.