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LADIEEES AND GENTLEMEN
I have just finished The Secret History, reading the last circa 120 pages now.
HOLY FUCK.
HEAVY SPOILERS ON THE SECRET HISTORY GO FUCKING READ IT. GO. GOOOOOOOOOOOO.
First of all my heart aches for Francis, yet his story makes so much sence? I hate that. I hate that I knew, subconsciously, that his end will not be the happiest one.
SPEAKING OF NOT HAPPIEST ENDS THE TWINS? First of all, ew, second of all, Camilla my dear I want to hug you but also do I think her decisions and her love to Henry caused Charles's demise? Yes. Do I have a lot of feelings about Charles? Also yes. It was inevitable that she had to leave Charles, he is fucked up and he needs to stop drinking, but if this was going on for so damn long she choose the worst time to do so and Henry, goddamn Henry, is also at fault.
BUT also I like Charles in the same way I like Callum from the Atlas series. Conflicted, but I think they could be so much better.
(Can you tell how fucking conflicted I am about the twins?)
HENRY
FUCKING
WINTER
I think the book is brilliant simply because in the end, you feel the same towards Henry as Richard does. You love him (Richard you are not straight), his looks, his inteligence, his devotion to his ideas, but you also blame him for everything that happened. He was the mastermind, he told everyone what to do, and the question of Why did we listen to him is so perfect!
Also the only way Henry would die is suicide. There is no other way. He, maybe not even realising it, had the incredible need to be in control of everything and everyone, mainly himself.
Richard, oh Richard, in some ways I feel towards him. A man who decided he wants more from this stupid life but let's call him Icarus, he flew to close the sun called Henry.
I DO THINK HIS NARATION CANNOT BE TRUSTED!!!
Simply, and I already talked about this, he definitely drank and took more pills than he let on. He talks how Charles is constantly drunk (even though they all are to a degree), with a certain sadness and worry. Yet, he could very well be the exact same. We just don't know it, because we are following him. Humans are critical of themselves until they want to share something bad they actually did do.
ALSO the way Richard detaches himself away from the murder of Bunny is incredible. He was there, he helped plan it, and even though they all call Henry the one behind it all, they all went along. Richard is in a sence manipulated by Henry, they all are (just like they are all manipulated and isolated by Julian), but jesus christ you could step away in any minute. You could call the police the first time Henry proposed it. Or tell Bunny.
Bunny is an annoying prick. He is a dick. But I also think Richard focuses on his negative factors (even though he does talk positively about him) because throughout the book he is trying to justify the murder.
And that's what I think this book is at it's core, Richard Papen subconsciously justifying the murder of Bunny. That's it and I love you Donna Tart so much I want to scream and read 200 pages more of your stupid book.
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Me, when Sales is again annoyed by my stalking skills.
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affro-ditee · 8 years
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Ok but get over yourself? You are not the only one going through shit. Jesus.
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Geralt: This is Regis, he will help us on our journey.
Jaskier: You want to team up with a vampire who could murder us?!? Because I'm totally fine with that.
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What if we had a picnic but instead of just eating we talk in detail about the secret history and then kiss ahahahahaha just kidding unless? cubitum eamus?
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Last night I was thinking that maybe, on some occasion, Lambert takes a contract from a weird guy. He has a wife and a kid, and even though Lambert doesn't think the guy has the money, he takes it anyways.
He kills the monster and then demands payment.
The guy refuses. He doesn't have that much. An argument breaks out.
Suddenly the man says something along the lines "You witchers take children huh? Take the child then! The bastard might not even be mine!"
He didn't know it was Lambert, who became a witcher againts his will, who was thrown into the world of blood and monsters, who seen his father act in similar ways.
He leads him outside, wanting to negotiate something else.
Time passes and the scared mother walks out, son closely behind her.
There is no sight of the witcher or the man.
Only a sack of money on the door step and the smell of blood lingering in the air.
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appretiation post for my parents
I think it's important to remember that even though our parents and grandparents are old, don't understand everything and generally can be more rasist or homophobic, we should still listen to what they have to say.
We are taught to see and learn from history when it comes to wars and generally stuff we can point to and say "yes that is bad."
But from talks with my mom in the car, with my grandma between trashtalking neighbours and with my dad on long car rides, you start to realise they do know what is bad. They do see the huge society issues, but they might not talk about it as much.
The generation of my parents were raised in a way to focus on work, marriage, have a house and children. They were the children of people who lived through the hard soviet comunism, so it's understandable they were lead to focus on the capitalist dream- make money and when you can't, retire and die.
Time and again, and older I get, I need to remind myself how many generational traumas they are breaking. How many times instead of screaming, hitting or doing something they vitnessed themselves they chose to be calm. They had to choose to not be like their parents, my grandparents.
This is a friendly, and gentle, reminder to listen to older people, at least some of the stuff they say :))
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I am graduating this year.
I am leaving for college this year.
I am turning 20.
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I don't care about no butterfly effect, if I'm going back in time I am
killing the person who created AI
sleeping
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ok so lets ramble about bisexuality a bit bcs I talked about this with my friends a few times but none of them (for my knowledge and their lack of coming outs despite acting gay but alas) are actually bisexual so I want to put it here.
As a bisexual I find myself subconsiously putting everyone I meet into 2 cathegories. Possible crush? AND Yeah just friend.
And like people can move from cathegories obviously but it's just affected by so many different stuff YET I never make it consiously, I just realise it days, weeks, months after knowing them. But when I think about it it's so obviously clear I do it everyday, and none of my friends ever think that way about the opposite gender? Like they feel attraction and shit ofc but mine is like a literale check and cross LMAOO.
Which brings me to my next point which made my friends see a different perspective, IF MY HYPOTHETICAL BOYFRIEND is not cool with me having 1 on 1 sleepovers with a girl or asking a lot of question if I'm hanging 1 on 1 with a girl I WOULD ACTUALLY BE KINDA GLAD? Because if he did that with a girl I would ask too and this would prove to me that he sees my sexuality as a valid thing.
That also means when you say guys can have no girl friends and vice versa does it mean I can have no friends....
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Wouldn't it be so funny if in my books, where one type of elfs don't care about family and don't feel strong familial bonds, their children are almost always put in school or to personal teachers and that is often the last time they see their parents, unless they make an actual effort to keep in touch, my main male elf characters driving force is his fathers aproval. This poor guy is really bad in physical magic, he was always too skinny, next to his father, a soldier, strong physical magic user, his only son is a perfect scholar but a bad fighter.
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Talking with my friends about a project about culture and I just said:
"What is american culture if not slavery and guns?"
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"And if history forgets you?"
Faray looked up from his paper. Morte was sitting in his big armchair, legs hanging of one side. He saw the burn on her left ankle.
"I don't mind being forgotten," he answered.
"But you write day and night making sure they aren't forgotten. You must share some of that. I would go as far to say you deserve some of that," she sat up straight.
Faray stayed silent for a second before answering, "I write about all of this," gesturing to the books and papers surrounding him, "because they are worth something. They have done something which caused the flow of fate to change. Or maybe they just ensured the flow would stay on the right path. I just wrote it down. I'm not even the first one to write it down. I haven't... done anything like that."
"You didn't?"
"No. Therefore, I don't deserve to be remembered."
Morte laughed, "That's nonsence. You deserve to be remembered."
"Why?" the question came out more genuine than he intended. Why should he be remembered? He writes, he researches but that is all.
"Because everyone deserves to be remembered."
He hoped for a different answer.
"You sound like those historians from my academy," he chuckled. Morte rolled her eyes and went back to her original position, opening one of his books.
But for which answer he hoped for? For an answer that would say that all of this is worth it. That when the doors close, she still thinks of him. That maybe, one day, someone will read all of his papers. He wouldn't go as far to think he would have a place in the royal library, but anyone can dream. Can he dream? Does he deserve to hope?
He started writing again.
Maybe he does deserve to dream.
But not now.
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main characters of my book
Morte: very powerful witch, gets bored without a something or someone to chase, literally addicted to chocolate
Ossa: an ex-perfect student, why is she with them, has literally zero friends
Pherenike: huge alcohol problem, will commit murder, tall
Faray: why do you have tiny waist to be hugged by other men? a vampire in denial with the fact he cannot die
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I wrote like circa 20 pages of pure text and suddenly I have the urge to delete it and rewrite it from a pov of a different character.
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the current book i started working on has like a half a plot but it is going???? somewhere??? do i know where??? no but I caught that train and I cannot leave.
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