The Secret History. Again. Since I Drew Francis In A Chipper Mood Last Post, I Figured It'd Be Appropriate

Nothing is “TMI” for me. I’m nosy as shit. Tell me everything. Spare no detail.

ok time to lock the fuck in *opens discord* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens tumblr* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens gmail* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens youtube* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens an unstable vortex in time and space* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens ao3* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens discord* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens tumblr*

oh it's april 2025 no big deal it's just fucking april 2025

You can literally make anything and anyone problematic if you try hard enough seriously give me people and things and I’ll make them all “problematic” right now.

reblog if you're a sick individual who's attracted to women over 30

okay… imagine Todds first poetry book saying “dedicated to Neil Perry”

"Ah, but that's part of the charm," I say as I defend a psychopathic murderer

me, nearing tears: richard...richard please...please just tell me the fucking story

richard, dreamy eyed: today henry winter's shoulders looked especially sloping as his startling blue eyes scanned his homework with the concentration of a monk, though to me he is more like the god they serve. francis' coat billowed behind him, making him look like a student prince, and i admired the way the sun hit his hair, turning the red strands the colour of honey. i love camilla's boyishness and the way her features mirror her brother's so perfectly, framed by her short hair and masculine clothes borrowed from charles. i'm so heterosexual.

drying my eyes: nevermind gayboy, who cares about the murder