Tennessee Williams Play

withered, once-beautiful matriarch: my, it sure is hot tonight in... the south. smoulderingly handsome, reckless heir to the family estate: *leans on a doorframe* hot- yes, just like the heat of my repressed homosexuality and barely concealed rage.

rosymaplemoth: rosymaplemoth: “It was in the township of Dunwich, in a large and partly inhabited farmhouse set against a hillside four miles from the village and a mile and a half from any other dwelling, that Wilbur Whateley was born at 5 A.M. on Sunday, the second of February, 1913.” – H.P. Lovecraft, The Dunwich … Continue reading