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baskinginlight · 17 days

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you know what i think about a lot? i think a lot about the romanticization of henry winter from tsh on social media platforms and how the creators of these posts are charmed, much like richard papen, into the idea of a stoic, tall, handsome academic who fits their ideal definition of the "dark academic" aesthetic. richard describes henry in a romanticized way BECAUSE he is enamoured by him and i've seen such few tsh fans who have recognized that papen is an unreliable narrator. just goes to show how convincing donna tartt's writing is 😭

#the secret history #tsh #tsh donna tartt #thesecrethistory #donna tartt #bookblr #book #henry winter #richard papen #Pinterest #francis abernathy #camilla macaulay #charles macaulay #bunny corcoran

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henrywintersdearestgirl · 1 year

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Why aren't we talking about the fact that Henry marks his place in his books WITH A RIBBON?!

He is a little coquette princess:)) and I adore him for it.

#henrywinter #i love him #the secret history #tsh #henry winter #henrymarchbankswinter #i love him middle name #thesecrethistory #richardpapen #bunny corcoran #bunnycorcoran #charles macaulay #charlesmacauley #francis abernathy #francisabernathy

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plsdontpercieveme1234 · 11 months

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They literally created a code on the phone to gossip. How do you not love them

#thesecrethistory #henry winter #camilla macaulay #tsh #donna tartt #richard papen #francis abernathy #the secret history

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theartofperishingslowly · 5 months

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The way Hozier writes feels like it's the way Henry Winter would speak about Camilla MaCaulay

#camilla macaulay #darkacademia #writing #dark academia #music #the secret history #henry winter #hozier #donna tartt #tsh #thesecrethistory

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francisabernathysgf · 11 months

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the secret history, a summary: be gay, do crimes but in latin

#donna tartt #the secret history #tsh #books and literature #thesecrethistory #henry marchbanks winter #bunny corcoran #charles macaulay #camilla macaulay #richard papen #i kill people and i look pretty doing it #be gay do crimes

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existentialdreadsblog · 1 year

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Four Adventures of Reinette and Mirabelle (1987)

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epicforwards · 3 months

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"Success is a science; if you have the conditions, you get the result."

-- OSCAR WILDE

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forlornpariahs · 1 year

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moonlight peeking through the sullen tree,

you might just be brighter than the sun for me

#darkacademia #deadpoetssociety #literaturememes #tumblrtextpost #bookstagram #oceanvuong #maggiestiefvater #romanticism #thesecrethistory #onlove #moonlight #moon quotes #new moon #moon pictures #saturn

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ladymacabrebeth · 1 year

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But who are you really without the constraints of law, morality, norms, and religion? Who or what do you turn into in your most barbaric state?

Lady Macabre Beth

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bookbaristas · 1 year

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yes i’m still reading #thesecrethistory! it’s good and almost 600 pages and i’m slower at reading than i used to be! 😫 (via twitter @phoebecaliel) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl4teCmvv8E/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#thesecrethistory

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strwbrrysoul · 8 months

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to my knowledge, love did not have a face

but now, i know that

love looks like messy hair on tan skin

like crooked teeth and chapped lips

watery eyes hiding behind wispy lashes

love has a face

one that i cannot look at

#hopecore #mitski #romance #web weaving #poetry #corecore #greek #thesecrethistory

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dead-homosexuals-society · 1 year

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Gonna be screaming and crying and being gay and autistic about The Secret History for the next few weeks run while you can

#the secret history #tsh #henry winter #richard papen #charles macaulay #camilla macaulay #bunny corcoran #edmund corcoran #edmund bunny corcoran #julian morrow #francis abernathy #donna tartt #thesecrethistory

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henrywintersdearestgirl · 5 months

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@celestialpoetry ‘s request, thank you for the support dove<3

I kind of based this character off of Meredith from If We Were Villains, which is my current read:)

summary: Henry meeting an embodiment of seducement and finding himself lusting after her

Temptress

Henry’s point of view:

The first time I saw her, I thought that it was the cigarette that clouded my vision. It even went through my head that I only imagined her.

But, it instantly cleared my doubts when I saw her multiple times later.

I only saw her from far-apart, and as time went by, I started to know more about her from here and there. She was in theatre, she dropped in mid-semester, no one knew where she came from and why she came to Hampden. Her hair was golden as the Sun, and always made in a nice way. Depending on how her hair was styled I knew what phase was she going through. If she was busy with exams, memorizing lines and running from practice to practice, her hair was trapped in a french twist. If she was relaxed and free, her hair was framing her face and back like a lion’s huge mane.

Her face, oh, her gorgeous face. She was beautiful, and the fact that she was aware of it and knew how to use it made it all better. Thick eyelashes, delicately curved nose, full lips caught between teeth, lusty eyes. Her body had curves that I wished I could grip into, her silky looking skin was hugged by silk or lace or fur.

She was sex on legs. A nymph. A goddess of seducement. A temptress.

No other woman had as much of an effect on me like she did. She lit a fire up within me with a single gaze of those eyes. She made me jealous of the people and even the wind that surrounded her. I wanted to suffocate any man that came closer to her.

The only contact I had with her was when our eyes met here and there. Whenever they did, she wasn’t shy, she let her eyes run up and down my body, she licked her those plush lips, bit them and let a sly smirk rest upon them. I smirked back at her and winked at her, I threw my manners out the window and checked her out.

Until one night, it was a cold night. I had an urging need to write, but my apartment couldn’t make the atmosphere I felt most inspired in. I put on a wool sweater instead of a shirt and I made my way toward the college’ library in my car. In the parking lot, I saw a blood red vintage car. The secluded library’s window showed that the fireplace within was lit up, someone was in there. I was fine with it as long as the person didn’t bother me with any annoying little habits.

I immediately felt my body relax at the warmth of the library, the warmth coming from the centre. The centre had a fireplace, a big rug in front of it and leather couches and armchairs that I was quite fond of. So, I made my way over to the centre.

My heartbeat quickened when I heard the voice from far apart.

“As from a voyage, rich with merchandise.

But she, being mortal, of that boy did die;

And for her sake do I rear up her boy,

And for her sake I will not part with him.”

Her honey-sweet voice hit my ears, she was practising her lines.

A few seconds later, she came into my vision. She was walking around on the rug, in front of the fireplace, a lit cigarette stuck between her slender, elegant fingers and her nails were painted blood red. How I wished that those fingers were caressing my skin and stroking my co—

“Hello there, Winter.” I was too lost in my perverse fantasies to notice that she turned around and now was looking at me with those seductive eyes of hers.

“Good evening.” I nodded and sat down on one of the couches. “Practise?”

She sat down on the same one as I did and took a long drag of her cigarette. “Trying to, if I’m honest I didn’t even come here to practise.”

I looked at her with awaiting eyes, gesturing to her to continue.

She streched her slender body and tucked her knees into her chest, I couldn’t help but glance down where her knees pushed against her delicate breasts. I wanted to devour her completely, I felt my trousers tighten at a million more fantasies of how I could make her mine and mine alone.

“The apartment above mine is having a gathering.”

“Are they drinking and stomping?”

“Almost, they are having an orgy.” She smirked at me, while taking a big gulp out of her flask.

I chuckled softly. “Good for them, I suppose.”

There was a comfortable silence between us. I looked at her to steal a glance, only to find her already looking at me with hooded eyes. She had a little smile on her lips, she suddenly reached up toward me and offered me her flask. I didn’t even care what she was offering me, she could have given me poison in it and I would have drank it eagerly. It sent a heatwave down my spine when I put my lips exactly where the print of her lipstick was.

“It’s a dirty martini.” She said when I gave it back to her.

“I could tell, it’s really good. Did you make it?” It really was good, the olive taste and sweetness mingled perfectly together.

“I’m glad you liked it, yes I made it. I have too much fun making all kinds of cocktails. When I was in my late teenage years, I worked in a bar, that’s where I learnt it all.” She was looking forward, as if she was telling tales to the fire. Her hands blindly reached for another cigarette, and so did I.

I couldn’t help, but smile at her. When she was talking about something she was enthusiastic about her eyes weren’t holding that lustful gaze of hers, more like wider, adorable eyes that reminded me of a doe.

I lit my cigarette with ease, and I noticed that her lighter was refusing to light up. “Oh damn it! It’s out, little fucker.” She mumbled under her breath.

Suddenly, she turned her head around to look me in the eyes..

There was something about her at that moment. Her hair was long and big, I wished to stroke it and pull it at the same time. The cigarette was between her lips that were painted a dark red. Her skirt rid up to the top of her thighs. I was lured in, and lured in deep.

She slowly crawled towards me from across the couch, when she got close, she supported herself on my knees. She leaned closer to my face, with a sultry look that made me want to fall to my knees at her every wish.

“Henry?” She whispered.

“Y/N?” I whispered back to her.

She leaned into my ear, I could smell her sweet scent all around me, I wanted to drown in it. My arms tightening with the need to just wrap themselves around her and show her pleasure on earth.

“Would you light my cigarette, please?” She leaned away and giggled, she was very well aware of the effect she left on me.

I lit my lighter up and she leaned into it, lighting the ashes to life. “You know what this means? When you light someone’s cigarette?”

I shook my head softly, there was an adoring smile on my face. She slowly got up and gathered her things, she stopped in front of me and said the answer.

“I’m your bitch now.” She smirked, everyone wanted her to be their bitch, I was no different. But, at the same time I was, I wanted to give her the world and worship her.

“And are you?” I smirked back at her in challenge, I was always up for a game.

“Do you want me to be?” She tilted her head in front of me, looking me up and down discreetly, there was hunger in her eyes, she had hunger for me.

I put my cigarette down and took hers too. I stood up and towered over her, my broad body nearly swallowing hers up. I let my fingers caress her hair and then wander to her cheeks, it was like caressing silk.

“I want you to be.” I whispered. “Let me take you out on a date, treat you nice, show you how you should be cherished. Let me give you the world.”

She closed her eyes, she loved to hear the words I said, and she loved that I was the one who said it. Behind that sultry gaze, I saw that she wanted me, and wanted me deeply.

She got up on her tiptoes and her lips were hovering over my ear. “If you want me, show it to me, show me that you really mean what you said. And then, if you are a winner, you may claim your prize.”

My blood stopped when I felt her plush lips press against my neck.

After many long seconds, she leaned away, winked at me and made her way out. From the window I could see the red vintage car driving away, of course it was hers.

I took my previous seat and watched the fire. She was playing hard to get, I loved it. I wanted to work for her love, I was fucking game.

I took my writing notebook out and I wrote one thing on the top of the page.

Temptress.

I found my muse.

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Yes, this will have another part dw I got you<3

Please, let me know what you think and thank you for reading:)

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cassimothwin · 1 year

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Yesterday was a wild day. Thanks everyone. I anticipate the campaign slowing down quite a bit, but I'll remain stunned by what we accomplished in a few days.

If you want to join the excitement around Tangled Blessings, a 1-2 player GM-less RPG set at a magical school filled with horror, here's the link: https://crowdfundr.com/tangledblessings?ref=ab_1C6NG4_ab_cC4gY7

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plsdontpercieveme1234 · 11 months

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If we were villains is when you pretend you didn’t steal anything from a store even though you didn’t

The secret history is when you KNOW you didn’t steal anything from the store while carrying around an entire television set

#thesecrethistory #if we were villains #i hated if we were villains can you tell #Henry winter #richard papen #francis abernathy #camilla macaulay #charles macaulay #bunny corcoran #pretend i added the names of If we were Villains cast cause I can’t remember them

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francisabernathysgf · 11 months

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richard got shit and described getting shot as getting drunk or sleeping with a girl. what is wrong with this guy😭

#books and literature #thesecrethistory #what the fuck richard #richard people pleaser papen #richard really said oh maybe getting shot isn't that bad it's like having sex #henry marchbanks winter #charles macaulay #tsh #donna tartt

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