I just finished the Devil’s Night series.
I don’t know what to do with myself because I grew so fucking attached to all the men and women in the book. I laughed, I cried, I got mad. But oh my god. I love Damon so fucking much. Will is a close second.
And while reading Damon’s story, Dallas Winston from the outsiders kept popping in my head. I feel like they give off the same vibe. So whenever I think of Damon, I think of Dallas?¿
He’s literally the perfect Damon Torrance in my head.
Either way, I’m finished with the series. I’m heartbroken. I want to keep reading about their lives. Especially Damon and Will. I didn’t want it to end :(
I don’t know what to do with my life now.
devil’s night Damon Torrance penelope douglas kill switch the outsiders Dallas Winston will grayson iii Will Grayson thoughts
i hate it here, just want to live in a world where all my book boyfriends r in love with me
When I talk about standards in men I'm most likely talking about Damon torrance.
The kids in the car with Kai: McDonald's! McDonald's! McDonald's!
Kai: Sorry kids, we have healthy food at home.
The kids in the car with Damon: McDonald's! McDonald's! McDonald's!
Damon: *pulls up at a McDonald's drive-thru*
The kids: *cheering*
Damon: One black coffee.
The kids in the car with Will: McDonald's! McDonald's! McDonald's!
Will: McDonald's! McDonald's! McDonald's!
Kai: I kind of have a crush on someone, but I'm worried about telling you who it is, because you're not going to like it
Damon: rip the bandage off
Kai: it's your sister
Damon: put the bandage back on
Damon, about Rika: Is she crying? Is she crying?
Winter: A little.
Damon, grabbing the phone: You should be WAILING you stone cold bitch.
Will, walking in: What the hell is happening?
Winter: Damon is making me call people and tell them his dead to see how they react.
Damon: Now call Banks.
Batman: The Movie (1966) dir. Leslie H. Martinson
I really feel tremendous grief for friendships that kind of petered away in the face of life's currents. There are people with whom I formed deep, unique, vibrant, life-changing connections, and then we had to go our separate ways and it was too hard to maintain long-distance. There wasn't a fight, it just sort of faded. And I feel like I have more friendships like this than friendships that have endured, so maybe I just have to get used to it. But if grief is all the love we have left over - well, I never did get to finish loving them. I love them, and I miss them, and I probably always will.
Thomas Doherty (2023)
The fucking pull this man has on me, ugh
