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[autumnrose11]

“The Secret Garden” by Frances Hogsdon Burnett, is one of those novels whose plot nearly everyone seems familiar with—and yet there’s so much more to it than a lonely little girl stumbling upon a forgotten garden and tending to it, transforming herself in the process. At the beginning, Mary Lennox is spoilt, sullen and unlikable. Few protagonists have ever been introduced in such an unappealing light. When she is sent to her reclusive uncle’s mansion in Yorkshire, she resents life more than ever. Until the day she discovers the hidden garden behind the locked iron door, that is haunted by a great tragedy. The garden gives Mary a purpose, something to live for and care about for the first time in her life. As it begins to come to life again, so does she. Misselthwaite Manor is a mansion shrouded in mystery, secrets, rumours and lies; its corridors echo with a mysterious wailing late at night that instantly excite her curiosity. Mary and the secret garden are kindred spirits, in the sense that they have both been abandoned, neglected, and allowed to succumb to decay. Both have known tragedy. And both are capable of redemption. The garden eventually ceases to be a shrine of grief, and becomes a relic of the memory of the woman who once tended it long ago. It becomes the embodiment of her spirit, in more ways than one; tangible proof that life can still simmer beneath something presumed to be long dead. The slow, steady recovery of the garden from its decade-long neglect, and reclamation of its lost beauty, is a metaphor for the parallel reawakening of Mary, and other characters inhabiting the manor, still tortured by loss. “The Secret Garden” is, at its heart, a book about the consequences of neglect and the spiralling effects tragedy can have, coupled with the reminder that wounds do heal, and it’s never too late to mend. By the end of the novel, the people the characters become fully align with the people they might have been.

[the-introducer]

Hannibal Deadpool crossover

[celestialalpacaron]

HERES THIS REALLY DUMB IDEA THAT’S BEEN LIVING RENT FREE IN MY HEAD AND I HAD TO SKETCH IT OUT SO FAST AHSJSKAKAKS

YALL know how like…Alastor has his little minion guys as his goons??? My brain said “I wonder what Husk’s minions looked like when he was an overlord….” And I WASSSS gonna give him little bunnies (hahaha magician motive) but they turned out too similar to Alastor’s so WHY NOT GIVE HIM SOME SEVERAL RIGHT (and left) HAND MANS HDJSKSKKSKASJA

Anyways DO WHAT YOU WILL WITH THIS INFORMATION :) 🩷

[heartorbit]

searching for a star that's still unknown to anyone!

[te4k3ttle]

Sammeth and maximus if telltale wasn't fucking around

[abovesn4kes]

hi I’m back

[kingkatsuki]

Can you imagine a little fangirl trying to give Bakugou a friendship bracelet at an event, but he doesn’t see her as he’s trying to dodge the crowds on the red carpet. Holding your hand to keep you tight by his side as he uses his broad shoulders to protect you as he pulls you past all the flashing camera lights and interviewers trying to call him over.

But you see her, holding out a little beaded bracelet over the barrier as her face is painted to match Dynamight’s eye mask. Little explosions in her pigtails as you squeeze Bakugou’s hand, stopping him from walking away as you point her out to him.

She’s the only reason he drops your hand, taking a few broad strides towards her as he bends down at the crowd barricade to talk to her, asking her name and listening as she tells him that he’s her favourite Pro-Hero. Holding out the bracelet as she gives it to him, and practically glows when he slips it over his wrist. And she surprises you when she holds another Dynamight themed bracelet out to you, holding out your hand so she can put it on you making sure that you and Bakugou now have matching bead bracelets.

[daddiesdrarryy]

Regulus: Sirius! What did you do to James?

Sirius: I cut his hair and gave him a new look! It’s cute, huh?

Regulus: Yeah, it’s cute. That’s the problem. I don’t need other people to see him walking around like sex on a stick

James: He’s right. I’m too hot, Pads

[harriertail]

Crookedstar’s Promise (1983) opening

[redbeantofu]

harra fruits.

inspired by a poem i love, ‘oranges’ by jean little

[twisted-deal]

Listen to the roses, they only want what's good for you...

[autumnrose11]

One bright summer’s day, an odd assortment of people are invited to spend the weekend at the isolated mansion on Soldier Island, off the Devonshire coast. Their host, an eccentric millionaire who recently purchased the island – is not to be found. All ten guests have one thing in common: a dark past that they have kept hidden. Every one of them is guilty of murder. Murders which cannot be touched by the law. An old nursery rhyme hangs in every bedroom in the mansion, spelling the inevitable deaths of ten people. Ten little figures stand on a plague in the room. One by one, the guests start to die exactly as the rhyme describes. Every time someone dies, one of the figurines goes missing. With every death, their past catches up to them; and so do their dark memories of the people they sent to their deaths. Whilst they are racing against time, they are forced to confront the crimes they knowingly committed and yet were never punished for. Justice is intertwined with guilt throughout the novel. How much murder must be committed before justice is said to have been served? Murder leaves a certain stain on the killer. The ten guests become victims themselves – of the overwhelming enormity and reality of the murders they are responsible for. They are ordinary people who acted out of desperation, greed, harshness, indecision – and paid the price for the rest of their lives. This is arguably the best murder mystery novel ever written – a gripping page-turner in the true sense of the word. The eerie correspondence of the deaths of the guests to the description of the nursery rhyme is genuinely frightening. I was particularly intrigued with the character of Vera Claythorne – she was particularly well-written and she was tortured by her guilt more than anyone. More than anything, the characters demonstrate how easy, yet complex, murder is – something as simple as withholding a crucial drug from a woman who needs it in order to survive, or convicting an innocent man, or deliberately letting a child swim out to sea, knowing he will not survive it. Vera Claythorne herself puts it best – “That was what murder was – as easy as that! But afterwards you went on remembering …”

[azurem]

Would nm sing spanish songs very loudly when drunk and why not (2 pts)

the holder of my hatred ( @gillanfryingpan ) was the one who did the lineart thank you gillan we all say in unison

[abstractpenny]

What Cole actually saw in the tomb of the FSM

[heartorbit]

catch us if you can! ☆

[ashoss]

why is he aflame ?