Me watching Jane Eyre (2011 ) :
This man cannot be Mr. Rochester, he's hot as fuck
something doesn't sit right with the fact that the 2 shows Netflix just cancelled feature prominent lgbt storylines...
how to be a god
speak with a smirk, your smile can be a magnet. speak with a scowl, your eyes could cut like daggers.
walk with your head high, let your wings stretch as wide as possible. never look down on mortals, you’re meant for the skies.
dress to the nines no matter the occasion. ballgowns from any time period, victorian suits, knights armor. blood stains are simply proof of your power.
stain your lips with cherries or pomegranates, or even blood. slip daggers into your hair and tie your hair back with gold chains. never forget to adorn your head with a crown.
always touch, never be touched. let your hands roam their body freely, and take your time sizing up your pray. when you kiss them, don’t forget to bite.
carry around books from the crusades, from witches, from the romans. read to remember the battles you were apart of, the stories written after you.
speak in latin, in ancient greek, in ancient tamil. let the mortals know your words have power. scrawl ominous sayings across the wall, whether it be in blood or wine
every day feast as if there’s no tomorrow. accept only ambrosia and wine. sit at the head of your table and unfurl your wings, the world is at your fingertips.
let the women circle around you, shouting your name in a crazed way. let them dedicate their lives to your glory, let them kill to be near you. you are above all.
take your time. time runs by you, drink your wine slowly, scrawl threats on paper without rush, slide your sword into the mere mortal tenderly. you own the world.
“she had wild clothes, frosted hair, and a red corvette with california plates bearing the legend JUDY P. her voice was loud and rose frequently to a screech, which rang though the house like the cries of some terrifying tropical bird.”
realizes that henry and the macaulays are assholes 90% of the time
when camilla said something rude to her she threw her drink in her face because it was “that kind of night and “just seemed like the thing to do, you know?”
the only one of the classics group who she doesn’t seem to hate is francis which is such a valid fucking opinion
she’s a costume design major and gives richard some random suit from the costume shop to wear to lunch with bunny
did cocaine with richard in a burger king parking lot
altered her university issued desk area into a totally decked out vanity complete with a glass top and a satin skirt
“all it does here is fucking snow.”
“judy (judy! god bless her!)”
“richard,” judy would say, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand, “you must eat”
“actually, i was often glad of their company. despite her faults, judy was a kindly soul, and she was so bossy and talkative that i felt oddly safe with her.”
she actually cares so much about richard even though he treats her like shit most of the time
while watching a movie she managed to paint her fingernails, smoke a cigarette, and drink a diet coke all at the same time
lets richard take her car to take charles to the ER
became a certified aerobics instructor and appears regularly on an exercise program called “power moves!”
moral of the story is if richard would’ve just been friends with judy and co. then maybe his whole life wouldn’t have gone to shit
btw the enemies to lovers guy is a trans guy.
hi my fellow academics, i’m writing a dark academia love story and i’m between two tropes: friends to lovers (lesbians) or enemies to lovers (heterosexual)
I read something like this here, all the right's belong to @kylo-buddy
It sucks btw
hi my fellow academics, i’m writing a dark academia love story and i’m between two tropes: friends to lovers (lesbians) or enemies to lovers (heterosexual)
Lockwood standing up when Lucy comes into the library in 1x01 like he’s a Jane Austen protagonist but also making no move to remove the old apple core from the chair he offers her. The duality of man.