girls just wanna have fun an academic year with a ridiculously small class that might be considered essentially a cult in a field that’s tragically pretentious and consists of only the best of the best - the elite in their particular field where everyone is hot, evil and gay, everyone fucks everyone but they all hate eachother and hurt eachother yet are bound together with this inexplicable need and entanglement up in eachother, someone prophecized to die, power and knowledge driving each of them to a state of madness, found family in a sense but the family is fucked up and the chemistry and connection between all of them is so bright that it might burn all of them alive and they’d be happy to burn because this was the precipice they were reaching for anyways, so much power and so much obsession and so much passion and mania with the academia and even more so eachother and they fuck eachother up and fix eachother all at once and ohmygod GIVE ME IT
you’re wearing his cardigan. i’ve struck a blood deal with his mob boss father, befriended and invested myself in the romantic life of his little sister, and am tormenting him with slutty 3am texts and sunglasses photos. we are not the same
Power is taken. Official character artwork by Little Chmura for The Atlas Complex by Olivie Blake, the final installment in The Atlas trilogy published by TOR Books.
it's hilarious to me that all the characters in ta6 thinks that Callum, the empath, is utterly incapable of actually understanding emotions and especially love, but then he's also the character who says things like "Tristan, I love you. I need you. I crave you." and "it was always meant to end with one of us" and "You don't have to choose me. Just know that it won't stop me from choosing you." and "See me for what I really am. You're the only one who ever has." and after Tristan asks him "Who am I supposed to be now?" replies "Whoever it is, I won't turn away."
that man doesn't know what it's like to be loved but he sure knows how to love with his whole being
why is no one is talking about this part in The Atlas Complex:
"Instead,Callum would simply have to look Tristan in the eye and say, as un-pathetically as possible, you don't have to choose me. Just know that it won't stop me from choosing you"
olivie blake should have never give me that last crumb, now I'm going to eat her whole marzipan house and live rent free in the space between delusion and canonical events
like: "a glimpse of platinum blond winked before the lens." ???? that useless pathetic blond man is totally alive and peeling oranges for the love of his life tristan caine.
literally dont have enough brain power to make a whole ass animatic so heres six seconds of give me novacaine but i turned it into a chonny jash reference
there is nothing olivie blake could possibly ever write that’s funnier than callum nova being the only one in the cohort who is adamantly and unequivocally not interested in atlas’ sinister plan to destroy the entire universe