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spacepacks · 2 years

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rene magritte' paintings headers || like or reblog if you save

#twitter headers #art #art headers #rene magritte #rene magritte headers #paintings headers #blue headers #orange headers #red headers #black headers #dark headers

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theserpens · 6 months

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Serpens' Drarry Recs: Overview

This is an overview post to provide quick access to the first fifteen Rec Lists on this Blog. I could not resist giving each one a dramatic headline and intro picture. But if you are looking for really quick links, look no further: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen and fifteen.

And now, for the fun part:

Set One: Animal Transformations, Humor and 'That Moment' when Your Cute Bunny, Owl or Dog is Actually Your Childhood Nemesis.

Set Two: Two Grumpy, Traumatized Men Stuck in a Cabin: Working through their Problems and Falling In Love.

Set Three: Angsty, Toxic and Self-Destructive Romance Between Hurt Boys, Shortly After a War. The Fragile Solace of Destruction.

Set Four: Secret or Hidden Identities, Spies and Sleeping Together Without Recognizing Each Other. Drama Ensues!

Set Five: Curses, Love-Potion-Accidents, Binding Hexes and other Magical Hijinks cause a Romance. With Humor and Twists.

Set Six: Draco in the Muggle World, Harry thinking Draco Malfoy is Up To Something. Or He Feels Lost and likes to Follow Draco Around.

Set Seven: De-Aging, Memory Curses and Casework Bring Harry and Draco Together, as they Untangle their Complicated History.

Set Eight: Bound Together, by Magic or by Circumstance, they have to learn to Understand Each Other. Angst, but its Hurt with Comfort.

Set Nine: Former Enemies, now Not-Quite-Friends-With-Benefits. They are not really 'Casually' Sleeping Together, of course.

Set Ten: In Between Hogwarts Classes the Boys are Messing Around. Sixth Year, on Opposite Sides of a Brewing War. It's Angsty, naturally.

Set Eleven: Old Magical Houses are Spooky (meaning Haunted) and Proud (Semi-Sentient). But One Can Fall In Love In Them Too!

Set Twelve: Eigth Year, Dealing with Trauma through Violent Collision, with Fists and Kisses. Antagonistic Love Stories.

Set Thirteen: Eigth Year Again, but Soft and Sweet. Boys leaving the War behind them, finding new Peace and Connection in Each Other.

Set Fourteen: It's Dragons! Including Dragons as Pets, or Our Draco Transforming Into One. Many Scaly, Fire-Breathing Monsters - Yay!

Set Fifteen: Harry stumbling upon Draco in an Unexpected Place. Stories about Growing Up, Coming Out and Moving On.

The cropped artworks can be found full sized in the matching Rec List Posts with credits in the tags, but here is a complete overview of all used artists and works:

David Shrigley - Ohne Titel (Header), Susa Monteiro aka Susana Philipp Baiôa Monteiro - No Title (One), Felix Vallotton - La falaise de la grève blanche (Two), Egon Schiele - Zwei Männer (Three), Renè Magritte - The Lovers (Four), Edvard Munch - Mondlicht (Five), Harland Miller - Blonde But Not Forgotten (Six), Claude Monet - Water Lillies (Seven), Marina Abramovic - Rest Energy (Eight), Mikulàs Galanda - No Title (Nine), Unknown Etching - A lion and a Snake (Ten), René Magritte (Eleven), Denis Sarazhin - Pantomine 3 (Twelve), Vincent Van Gogh (Thirteen), Utagawa Sadahide - A dragon and two tigers (Fourteen), Helene Delmaire (Fifteen)

#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry fic rec #fic reccomendations #masterlist #masterpost #overview #draco x harry #drarry fic #serpens' drarry recs

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yuinerei · 18 days

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Intro~

omg??? yu finally stopped procrastinating and made an intro post???

hiyaaaaaaa!!!! technically I'm called yuinerei but you can just call me yu, technically my pronouns are she/her but like i dont rlly care lmao, choose whichever ones you want to use for me (or you could even spin a wheel, that would be fun as well).

yes, I draw. i also sometimes write but like, thats once every blue moon.

also, feel free to text me and yap at me, honestly i love talking with anyone lmao

There's more underneath

i'm thinking of doing tags but essentially all I've posted currently are drawings which i'll tag with #yu cant draw

And then if i do write, I'll use the tag #yu cant write

i also shitpost a lot lmao, for those i'll use the tag #yu like yapping

Both the header and pfp drawings are my own, i hope you like them :)

As for the fandoms I'm in? well, its probably quite easy to guess which ones im mainly in from all my reposts lmao:

bsd

alien stage

a load of manhwa/manhua/webtoons (someone please recommend me some more)

also a load of mangas

genshin

vtubers (i mainly watch holotempus - bettel and flayon, dokibird, cyyu, amalee but i sometimes watch others)

I also really like reading classical literature (personal favourites are existential literature but i do enjoy all others) and painting (i really like artists such as Francis Bacon, Magritte, Monet) so please recommend me any.

#intro post

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onlyknownothing · 1 year

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Updated user image and header.

Made things slightly more personalized to myself (I do so love Magritte).

#art

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petruchio · 2 years

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this is random but do you know the album The Phosphorescent Blues by Punch Brothers? I always think of it when I see your blog header image

omg no i don’t know the album!! i just rly like magritte and i love that painting so i picked it lol

#answered #coryo

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captainswhitlock · 1 year

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about for mobile

❧ What is this place?

A sideblog to collect art and photography that reminds me of the FL aesthetic, as well as a spot to dump all my thoughts about the series. This is what blogs are. This is how they are supposed to be. Most likely I will be focusing more on Skies as that's what I'm currently binge-playing. This blog contains horror elements, so scroll at your own risk.

My mobile icon and header are "Discovery" and "Le Prêtre Marié" by Rene Magritte.

❧ Who are you?

My name is Maili, I'm 25, nonbinary (they), American, and my main blog is @harvestar (this is where I will follow and reply from. Take care I do not follow you too closely. Take care you do not stop to converse with me for too long.) That's as much personal info as I feel like sharing to the internet.

I'm fairly new to the series and started with Sunless Sea a couple years ago, so I'm doubtlessly missing pieces of things or their wider context. Feel free to (politely) correct me, I'm always willing to learn more and I welcome discussion and debate.

I tag personal text posts as 'ktxt' so feel free to filter/blacklist that if rambles aren't your thing.

❧ Why am I here? What have you done to me?

@harvestar <- main blog

@daventrian <- (mostly inactive) art blog

@harvestar on Archive of Our Own

daventrian#6012 on discord (more likely to get a reply if you message me here first as I don't use it very often)

It's also said if you put two sprigs of wilted lilac before a shard of broken mirror that you might catch a glimpse of my true form, but I'd like to formally quash those baseless rumors.

There is absolutely nothing strange happening on this account. This is what Tumblr blogs are supposed to be.

Last updated 24 December 2022.

#about

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aaeoluss · 4 years

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LOVE the new theme

thank you !!

really loving the painting of that dude as my pfp, saw one (1) René Magritte (the guy who painted it) exhibit a year ago and can’t stop thinking abt it

nobody asked but i’m really excited so i’ll tell you all about it, that painting is called son of man (w h a t a good title); it’s thought to be the artist’s self portrait, which is Super interesting because the guy like Never did self portraits. and the one (?) time he did he did it like That and he called it That like isn’t that so cool!!! what a guy

#every Aesthetic tm writeblr has the ripped paper thing in their header ahahaha love that for us #(the header painting is a monet. magritte's stuff is all composed weirdly and didnt look good in the header like that)

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sitemodelsaesthetic · 6 years

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✔ Réne Magritte Headers feita por @sitemodelsaesthetic

✔ se pegar credite//reblogue

✔ não roube//use como sua

#rene magritte #car #pinterest #headers #headers for tumblr #twitter header #pack #packs for twitter #tumblr packs #twitter packs #packs

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seravph · 3 years

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I like your new mobile theme. It looks good! I was curious as to what the painting in your header is called.

Thank u sm!!! The painting is ‘not to be reproduced’ by Magritte :)

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le-fils-de-lhomme · 3 years

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Finally got around to it and I was tagged by @mariacallous

1. why did you choose your url?

It’s taken from the painting by Rene Magritte. One day they’ll see the apple has moved because I ate it and find out he has no face.

2. any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

I have a music blog where I wrote about music and I stopped updating it when I realized I didn’t know much about music. I now know a little more. I may reblog from it if something interesting crosses my mind and I think other people might be interested in it.

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

Since 2011. I have seen some things.

4. do you have a queue tag?

I do indeed and it gets a lot of use.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

I had friends who were interested in different fandom stuff and I couldn’t see it because I didn’t have an account.

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

It is a cropped photo of Jacqueline Bisset taken by Ewa Rudling. I like that she is looking off to the side at something that can’t be seen.

7. why did you choose your header?

I find it funny when people wear sunglasses indoors and I find it doubly funny when Lou Reed does it.

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

Probably the one about why you shouldn’t make memes out of conspiracy theories. 0/10 would not recommend, my mentions were filled with insane people.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

Several and they are all beloved and I’m sure we’d have an awesome potluck.

10. how many followers do you have?

Enough to make a B-movie on a budget of $0.

11. how many people do you follow?

A lot.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

Yes, but how funny they are depends on what you can tolerate.

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

There’s no winning this question. We are all here.

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

Yes. As one does. No one really wins a fight on the internet because people on the internet are not here to be convinced.

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

I don’t like them. Your message is not made more urgent by making that type of appeal. I scroll past them.

16. do you like tag games?

Absolutely! They’re very fun especially when you get questions that are really thoughtful and make you think.

17. do you like ask games?

See above answer.

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

No one is tumblr famous in 2021. You’ll have more luck trying to become a beauty guru or a politics twitter account.

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

No. I don’t get crushes on people I know from the internet.

20. tags?

@paulinekael @uncahier @blossominribcage @thebreakfastgenie @nicollewallace @quantum-dragon @dhaaruni @thiswaycomessomethingwicked

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sillyhubris · 3 years

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Wow, I ADORE your header! Which artist is this from, Magritte?

It’s by Philipp Igumnov! 🥰

#ask

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7sghost · 4 years

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about the blog

1. Icon: cat with knife emoji

2. Content: random shit that is vaguely organised by tags, occassional personal posts of varying nature, idk fam ur following me i just work here

3. Letter colour: neon green/pale green on desktop, my desc. is orange on mobile

4. URL: i am the ghost. the ghost of 7, the ghost chosen especially to be 7, 7′s ghost.

5. Header: a rene magritte painting i adore that i also cant remember the name of, i have a postcard of it too

6. Blog title: òwó (because its my face)

Tagging: whoever wants to do this i cba to tag peeple

#vii #tag meme #lots of cat stuff in this >:3c

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astronomyparkers · 5 years

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Silence {VII}

Warnings: Language

Pairing: Vigilante!Tom Holland x reader

Word count: 3k

A/N: so it’s been a hot minute since I last updated, but I have a very good reason, which is school has been killing me. I swear to god, this semester wants me dead. this semester is an evil sea witch that wants my voice. literally. I lost my voice the week before my recital. but anyways, before I head into two weeks of non-stop papers, studying, and exams, here is an update on Silence. I hope you enjoy! please drop your theories into my inbox because I l o v e hearing them!! and as always, thank you to @harryrholland for my header and please note I DO NOT HAVE A TAGS LIST!!!!! THE REASON WHY IS IN MY FAQ!!!! ANY/ALL MESSAGES REGARDING THIS WILL BE DELETED!!!!

{masterlist}

{silence: a mixtape}

Sleep didn’t come easy to you that night. As you lay in bed, listening to the rain pour down, you replayed Tom’s words and abrupt, out of character exit over and over. You couldn’t understand what had made him react that way; was he really so offended that you didn’t like PDA at work? Why had that been such a big deal?

Whatever the answer was, it didn’t come to you. It was clear that you were exhausted when you made it to work, and you stayed hidden away inside your office for most of the day, answering emails, researching exhibits, and doing whatever you could to avoid human interaction. You instructed Felicity to keep all humans away from you that day, saying that you had important research to do, and couldn’t be disturbed. Really, you just couldn’t handle the thought of interacting with people. All you wanted to do was stay in your office, secluded, and not deal with any stress from the outside world.

However, that didn’t stop people from trying to disturb it. You could almost swear that your phone was ringing more than usual, with crisis after crisis popping up, and everyone seemed to depend on you to solve them. You felt bad for poor Felicity; you remembered what interning was like, and with the amount of work and scheduling getting pushed onto her plate, you were considering getting her an intern of her own when your phone rang again. You stared at it in distaste for a moment before answering with a sigh.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Holland is here to see you.” Felicity’s voice rang through the phone. “Shall I send him in?”

You sit up straighter in your chair. Why would Tom be here? After all, he was the one who told you to have no contact with him.

“Um, no.” You said after your moment of confusion cleared. “No, I…I’m busy. I don’t have time to talk to him.”

“Are you sure?” Felicity questioned. “He says it’s important—”

“No. Whatever it is, it’s not important.” You said flatly, remembering how he had stormed out of your apartment last night. “And please add Mr. Holland to the list of people I don’t want to take calls from anymore.”

You hung up the phone before Felicity could respond, sitting back in your chair. Why on earth was Tom calling after what he had said last night? What could be so important? He must know you had no desire to see him. Yet here he was.

Just then, there was a knock at the door, pulling you out of your thoughts. You got up with a frustrated groan, pulling the door open wide.

“Felicity, please, just tell Mr. Holland to leave before—” You cut off abruptly as you looked up into Tom’s warm and worried brown eyes.

He was dressed in his usual suit and tie, his Rolex watch and T ring visible on the hand that was pressed against the frame of your door. His curls were slicked back as they always were, save for one stray strand hanging down in front of his face, as if he were frazzled.

“Why do you want Mr. Holland to leave?” He asked in a confused voice.

You huffed at his words. “Jesus, Tom, I don’t want to do this—”

“Did I…” He cleared his throat. “I-I’m sorry—”

“You should be!” You exploded, losing your composure for a split second. Taking a calming breath, you pulled Tom into your office and shut the door behind him. “After what you did last night…Look, you know I’m not comfortable with PDA. My job is important to me, and I can’t have rumours about me dating museum donors flying around.”

“Of course.” Tom nodded quickly. “And when you said that, I…reacted poorly?”

His phrasing of the sentence made you pause. It wasn’t so much a statement, but a question. As if he couldn’t remember his exact reaction. You looked at him, confusion beginning to tinge your features as it did his.

“Yes, Tom. You reacted poorly.” You cocked your head to the side. “Do you not remember…?”

“Of course I do.” Tom grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him. “And I sincerely apologize, darling. I was…stressed yesterday. I took it out on you. I overreacted. That wasn’t right.” He gave you his signature charming smile. “Forgive me?”

“You really…you really hurt my feelings.” You said slowly. “A quick apology won’t make that better.”

“Of course not.” Tom agreed, squeezing your hand once. “No, I…I came here with an invitation, actually. A peace offering.”

You bit your lip, hesitant but curious. “What…sort of peace offering?”

“I’d like for you to join me at my childhood home for dinner tonight.” Tom said in a confident tone. “All my brothers will be there, as will my mother…my father might even make an appearance, if work permits.”

Your head snapped up. “Your father?”

“Of course. It is his home, after all. And I am his eldest son. I want you and him to get along.” Tom tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Is that alright?”

The truth was, it wasn’t alright. Something about it didn’t sit well with you. If Tom was trying to undermine his father’s business, expose his dirty dealings with Corewell, why would it matter if you got along with him? Wouldn’t he expect you not to get along with him?

Your eyes flickered to the T ring on Tom’s hand again. Something about this wasn’t adding up, but you couldn’t place your finger on what it was.

“Y/N?” Tom interrupted your thoughts, chuckling. “I’m kind of waiting on an answer here…?”

“Alright.” You agreed faintly. “I’ll…accompany you to dinner.” You cleared your throat and looked back at your desk. “I just…I have some work to finish up, alright? Will you wait?”

Tom nodded. “I can bring the car around, or—”

“Or,” You interrupted, an idea forming in your mind. “Why don’t we meet…where we first met? Do you remember where that is?”

Tom laughed. “Of course I do. I’ll never forget it.”

You nodded. “Right, so…I’ll meet you out there in a bit, alright? I’ll be quick, I promise.”

Tom pressed a quick kiss to your lips before leaving. The moment he was gone, you quickly strutted to your desk and grabbed your laptop, closing it and tucking it in your bag. The gun from the first assassin was still in your bag as well, and it clicked against the laptop. After what had happened to you in the last few days, you hadn’t felt safe leaving it at home. Once your computer was secure, you went to your filing cabinet and opened the H drawer, thumbing through the files until you reached “Holland.” You pulled out the file hastily, and tucked that in your bag as well, glancing over your shoulder as you did so. If there was something strange going on, you were certain the answer was in these files. It had to be.

You grabbed your jacket and slipped it on, slinging your bag over your shoulder. Locking your office behind you, you began to make your way to the back alley where you and Tom first met, when he was the Silence. When he saved your life. You tried to sneak out without being noticed, but you were never able to walk through the museum without someone flagging you down.

“Ms. Y/L/N!” One of the interns called out to you. “Do you have a moment to answer a question for me?”

You sighed in frustration internally, but pasted a smile onto your face. It was important to you that younger employees felt like they could rely on you. “Yes, Michael? What is it?”

“I was looking at one of the paintings in the East wing earlier, and I think one of the info cards is incorrect?” Michael said nervously. “I—I don’t mean to say you made a mistake, but—”

“It’s okay, Michael.” You laughed a bit. “I’m human. I make mistakes. Can you show me?”

Michael sighed in relief. “Yeah. Yeah, I can. Follow me.”

Michael led you down the hallways, past guests and various paintings. “It’s just up here, on the left. It’s an impressionist—”

“Y/N!” You heard Tom call you from across the room. “There you are! I’ve been waiting!”

You frowned in confusion as Tom smiled at you. Your eyes flickered between him and the painting he was standing in front of—The Lovers II by Magritte. The painting you met him and his brothers in front of at the investor’s gala.

Your suspicion that something was wrong increased. Why would Tom come here, and not the alley? This wasn’t the place you first met. Maybe he meant the place you really met him, as Tom? Somehow, you didn’t think that was true.

“Michael, I have to go.” You said quickly, pulling your bag closer to you. “Sorry, I—go find Angie, alright? She’ll be able to check that for you.”

You quickly made your way to Tom. He smiled and pressed a kiss to your cheek once you reached him.

“Here, love, let me take that for you.” He tried to grab your work bag from you, but you kept a hand on it.

“N-no!” You said urgently. Tom gave you a strange look at your reaction, and you laughed it off, albeit nervously. “It’s—it’s alright, Tom. Don’t worry.”

“Well, alright. But if someone tells me I’m not being a gentleman, I’m blaming you.” He laughed, taking your hand. “Come, darling. The car is waiting.”

The entire drive to Tom’s family home, you were anxious. You couldn’t stop feeling like something was off, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on what. You felt like you were missing the bigger picture, and you weren’t used to it. You hated it.

When Tom pulled into the driveway of his home (which was huge, of course. It was expected), he turned the car off and turned to you. “Alright, darling. What’s wrong? Are you really so scared to meet my family?”

“A-a little.” You said, taking the excuse. “I just…don’t understand why it’s important for me to meet your father. Isn’t he…evil? He’s working with Corewell—”

“My father isn’t evil.” Tom cut across you, his voice sharp. “He’s a good man. And he’s done a lot for me.”

“I’m sorry.” You said hastily. Tom immediately looked closed off. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine.” Tom cleared his throat. “Just…come on. Come inside.”

Despite your reservations, you followed his instructions, allowing Tom to take your hand and lead you inside the house.

He opened the large double doors with ease, and your eyes widened as you took in the interior of the house. It almost seemed like a modern Versailles inside, with large pillars and marble floors. There was so much art on the walls it made your art historian heart skip a beat. You could pick out a few different famous artists from just a quick glance, and despite your reservations about art by such iconic artists being kept privately, you were impressed.

Your heels clicked against the shiny floor as Tom led you towards a grand staircase, two steps ahead of you. He began walking you up the steps, and you looked up at him in confusion.

“Tom, where are we—”

“Thomas!” A voice called from the bottom of the stairs. “Who is this?”

You turned around and saw a middle aged man in a suit waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Glasses were perched on his face, and despite his unassuming appearance, Tom paused, his shoulders tensing at the voice. “Father.” Tom turned around, a smile forming on his face. “Hello.”

“Who is this?” Tom’s father repeated as you began walking down the stairs. “You know it’s proper to introduce your company to your parents.”

“Right.” Tom cleared his throat. “Father, this is Y/N Y/L/N, the assistant curator at the MoMA. Y/N, this is my father, Dominic Holland.”

You swallowed hard, extending a hand out to him. “Hello, sir. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Ms. Y/L/N.” Dominic shook your hand. His touch was cold, and his handshake hard. “I’ve heard…so much about you. The pleasure is all mine.”

Something about his greeting unnerved you. Maybe it was because you knew how he really made his money, but it felt as if it was more than that. It felt like, as much as you knew about him…he knew as much about you. That made you uneasy.

You just smiled again, trying to hide your feelings. Tom cleared his throat again.

“Y/N will be joining us for dinner, Father.” Tom said, looking down. Around his family, his demeanor changed than from what you knew. “But first…may I have a word with you about business?”

Dominic glanced at you again but nodded. “Of course. Let’s head to my office.”

Tom leaned down and kissed your cheek, but it felt so much colder than it ever has before. “Why don’t you head to my old bedroom, hm? I’ll meet you there. Just wait for me, alright?”

Your smile faded. “Wait for you?”

“Yeah. Just wait.” Tom walked past you to his father and walked off with him.

You watched as they disappeared around the corner of the stairs. What could they need to discuss? You pulled your bag tight against you, so aware of the information that was inside it. For some reason, you knew that you needed to keep your bag tight to you all night.

Still, you walked up the stairs and down the hallway, searching for Tom’s childhood bedroom. As you walked, you realized that for all the priceless art all over the wall, there was not one photo of Tom, the twins, or Paddy, let alone William. Why would there be no photos of the child who went missing? The longer you were in the Holland house, the more you felt like you were walking into some sort of elaborate set up. Everything was too perfect. Like it had been carefully manipulated to look that way.

At the end of the flawlessly decorated—and flawlessly cold—hallway, you found two doors parallel to each other. Both doors were monogrammed, the one to the left with a W and the one to the right with a T. Your hand reached for the door with a W first, but paused just before touching the handle. Walking into the bedroom of a dead teenager…you felt like that would be crossing a line. Instead, you turned around and opened Tom’s bedroom door.

As you walked in, you were struck with the same impression that the rest of the house gave you. Everything was immaculately decorated, expensive looking, and without any rough touches. It was heartless. There was nothing in here that gave any personality. There was no hint of Tom in the grey bedspread or curtains hanging around the four poster bed. There wasn’t even a speck of dust on the desk. It was like the bedroom hadn��t been lived in, like it was just a showroom model in a furniture store.

You sat down on the bed, almost frightened to crease the sheets. You had no idea how Tom could’ve bore growing up in a house that was built like a museum. Granted, he was away at boarding school a lot, but home should be home. Not a catalogue picture.

As you looked around the room, you noticed one difference in Tom’s bedroom from the rest of the house. Sitting on his bedside table was a picture of him and William. Judging from all the photos of William that you’d found online and in news articles, the picture was taken close to the time he disappeared.

You picked up the picture frame, smiling to yourself. Tom and William had their arms around each other’s shoulders, and they were both wearing jerseys with their boarding school’s crest in on the shoulder. Their foreheads were sweaty, and their curls messy. You guessed the photo was taken after one of their soccer games.

But the longer you looked at it, the more something about the photo, like the rest of the house, seemed off. You lifted the photo closer to your face, examining its every detail. What was it? What was strange?

Finally, you found the needle in the proverbial haystack. In the photo, neither Tom nor William had a scar at the top right corner of their lips. When you pulled the mask off Tom, right before you kissed him for the first time, you noticed the scar. Because there was no scar in the photo, it meant he got it after the photo was taken. That wasn’t what alarmed you.

What alarmed you was that you finally realized why you always thought Tom looked different when you didn’t see him as the Silence. It wasn’t because of his aura, or his attitude, or his clothes. What made him look different was the lack of a scar on his lip. A small detail, easy to miss when you weren’t looking for it. But now? It seemed so obvious. Someone was lying to you. Someone wasn’t who they said they were.

You thought back to your fight with Tom, how he appeared to have no memory of it the next day, the words he said to you before he left your apartment.

“I’m not Tom. I never was. Not really.”

You dropped the photo onto the floor, the glass shattering as the frame hit the ground. Your hand went to your mouth as your mind raced, and you grabbed your bag, reaching to pull out the Holland file. Before you could grab it, however, you heard a noise outside. You ran to the door and locked it before turning back to the bed. But the noise didn’t disappear.

The knock came again, and with a shudder, you turned back to the only other place it could be coming from. The window.

And you saw the masked face of the Silence staring back at you.

{part VIII}