“Juliet” By Thomas Francis Dickinson (1877)

5.12.22

made breakfast and tea and journaled before class

(later my boss gave me a jelly donut at work)

oh oh oh also when jinx is pricking silco he just clenches his fists even though she probably weighs 90 pounds he could throw her off his lap and she’s not restricting his movements at all but he can’t bear to ever hurt her ☹️☹️🫶

One thing I absolutely adore about “Get Jinxed” scene, where you have Silco coming up to her all angry, was that even though he was absolutely furious with her at first, he never lays a hand on her. When he walks up to her desk as she blasting the loud music, I’d assumed he’d grab her by the shoulder or something to get her attention, but he just shuts off the music. The closest thing he comes to is grabbing something out of her hand which is reminiscent to a father grabbing something that’s distracting their child in the middle of a lecture or something. He’s not perfect, and yes he has manipulated Jinx but in many ways, he cares for her deeply and would never do anything to hurt her. 

I love how they frame this as your typical “angry father walking in on his daughter playing loud music” moment, but in this case the father is a powerful crime lord, and the daughter is homicidal psychopath who blew up a building and murdered 6 people just so she could steal a magic gemstone and build him a superweapon for his revolution.

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ive seen people ask for dracula daily style emails of the count of monte cristo and i AGREE but my one critique is that they should make the emails actaully span 25 years. just huge periods of years where theres no emails bc the count is off practicing sharp shooting and trading emeralds for women or whateevrf the fuck he does for 10 yrs that the book doesnt cover

Ophelia by John William Waterhouse (1889)

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“The Roses of Heliogalabus” By Lawrence Alma-Tadema (1888)

“Oppressit in tricliniis versatilibus parasitos suos violis et floribus, sic ut animam aliqui efflaverint, cum erepere ad summum non possent.”

“In a banqueting-room with a reversible ceiling he once buried his guests in violets and other flowers, so that some were actually smothered to death, being unable to crawl out to the top.”

The shepherdess, c. 1900. Edward Frederick Brewtnall (British, 1846–1902)

“The Countess Brownlow” By Sir Frederic Leighton (1879)