#To Kill A Mockingbird

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Based on the 1960 Pulitzer Prize-winning novel by Harper Lee and directed by Robert Mulligan, TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD premiered in Los Angeles on Christmas day in 1962.

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Gregory Peck as Atticus Finch TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD (1962)

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GREGORY PECK TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD, 1962

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Dark Atticus Finch x Reader

You tried to pack your bags in the dead of night, hands trembling as you shoved clothes into your suitcase as quietly as possible.

Every creak of the floorboards felt like a scream in the silence of the house.

And you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, even though you’d made sure Atticus was asleep in the other room.

The past few months had been suffocating; his calm, reassuring demeanor had shifted into something far darker.

His insistence on knowing where you were at all times, who you spoke to, and why you needed anyone else besides him.

What had started as a protective concern had grown into chains, locking you into a life that wasn’t yours.

He’d always framed his possessiveness as love, but you could see the cracks now, the way his soft words carried unspoken threats of what will happen if you leave, the way his sharp eyes followed you even in the most mundane of moments.

As you zipped the suitcase, you felt a shadow fall over you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you turned to see Atticus standing in the doorway, his face obscured by the dim light, but his voice calm and terrifyingly composed.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, his voice laced with quiet authority that sent chills down your spine.

His presence filled the room, and suddenly, you realized how futile this attempt was.

You weren’t just leaving a house, you were trying to escape a man who saw you as his world, and he wasn’t going to let that world slip away so easily.

"I have made my decision, I'm going to leave."

"And the children?" Atticus asks.

"I will visit them...you are a good father, a good honourable lawyer, but you are not a good husband to me, Atticus."

He stood there, silent for a long moment, his piercing gaze fixed on you, calculating.

The faint glimmer of sadness in his eyes was overshadowed by something else, something darker.

“You’ve thought this through,” he said finally, his voice even and measured, as if discussing a client’s case.

But the way he stepped closer, his broad frame blocking the doorway, made your heart race with unease.

“I understand your grievances. Truly, I do. But have you thought about what this would mean? For Scout and Jem? For the family we’ve built? For you?”

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet his gaze, even as your knees felt weak.

“I’ve thought of everything, Atticus. I’ve endured everything, this isn’t a decision I’ve made lightly.” Your voice wavered, but you pressed on.

“The children will adjust, and so will you, this isn’t healthy, Ican’t live like this anymore.”

He tilted his head slightly, his hands resting in his pockets with a deceptive casualness.

“And what do you think is waiting for you out there?” he asked, his voice low but laced with something chilling.

“Do you think the world is kinder than me? Safer? Do you think you’ll find someone who knows you as I do, someone who will fight for you, protect you, love you as I do?”

His words, though spoken softly, struck with the weight of a hammer, and you felt a lump rising in your throat.

“This isn’t love, Atticus,” you said, forcing the words out.

“It’s control and it's suffocating.”

For a moment, his mask slipped, and you saw the raw desperation beneath.

But just as quickly, the mask was back. He stepped closer still, his shadow looming over you, his voice dropping to an almost whisper.

“You think you can leave me, but you underestimate me, darling?"

He whispers out the question.

"You see, I’ve already made my decision too. You can be upset, you can cry, you can hate me if you must, but you’re not going anywhere.”

His hand reached out, gentle yet powerful, as he brushed a stray hair from your face.

“You are my wife. And I will not let you ruin this family. Not for yourself. Not for anyone else.”

[macrolit]

It's obviously staged. But it's better to pose with some formerly banned books instead of a bunch of guns or an animal you just shot "for fun."

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David talks books!📚

[moonlightsdream]

TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD (1962) → dir. robert mulligan ←

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Books To Read For The INFJs

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

The Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie

Circe by Madeline Miller

To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Recitatif by Toni Morrison

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

The Lord Of The Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman

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Sometimes I wonder how much fanfic of classical/iconic literature exists because of school projects. Just floating out there. In a drive somewhere. Not to mention that nothing is more unhinged than bored middle/highschoolers being forced to liven up books they might not care about. For every deranged ao3 crossover fic there is an infinitely more deranged crackfic written for the great gatsby or antigone or to kill a mockingbird or whatever by a bored highschooler and his friends for 10th grade English. I wanna read it

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I thought Chilchuck’s frog suit looked familiar

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Gregory Peck as Atticus Finch TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD (1962)

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To Kill a Red Dragon

[marthajefferson]

"...it would be sort of like shooting a mockingbird, wouldn't it?"

To Kil A Mockingbird (1962)

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When I tell you I love the details in this show 👀🩵🤍