Pretty pretty butterfly
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rat king
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sylvia plath, todd anderson and virginia woolf (aka ACTUAL tortured poets) watching taylor “im breaking up with my boyfriend for his intense depression and blaming it on him, im dating a racist who enjoys watching woc being brutalized and harasses young woc artists, i sent my fans out on a hate train to attack a young woc actress for a line she had to say as part of her job to show how mentally ill her character was, im dating a maga supporter, i refuse to say anything about a current genocide despite being the most influential person in the world right now, i am a billionaire, i fly 13 minute flights and have the highest carbon emission of any celebrity, i am a known white feminist who only speaks about issues when it affects me and has constantly let my fans get away with extreme racism and even encouraged it by associating myself with known racists” swift call herself a tortured poet (her writing sounds like a bunch of thesaurus words slapped over gabba hanna and rupi kaur-esque poetry that was created purely as a trinket for an edgy pinterest board)
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There's nothing he can't do. Yet.
(Thank you to everyone who participated in the poll!)
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Nico saying that Lewis gives his daughters boxes of presents every Christmas just got caught in my mind.
Imagine you were a mixed race boy born in Hertfordshire, different from everyone else around you. Bullied in school, being raised by your father to compete in a sport where money is very much of essence and you and your family do not have a lot of it. And then you meet this other boy who comes from the kind of life you dream to live one day. You're friends and fierce competitors. You find solace in each other. You visit Monaco for the first time with your friend, dreaming up the life you will have when you make it, when you beat out of the mould that the world thought it could capture you in.
And then you two grow through the ranks and you're at the pinnacle of your sport and you have what it takes to win and the world recognises that you can win. And you win. You win with your friend and fiercest competitor by your side fighting with you for those wins, and this fighting ruins something something that was valuable to both of you when you were still innocent and unsullied by life.
But despite everything that went into the doing and undoing of this relationship, you still realise that this person you once called a friend has a life and family beyond your bitter dynamic. He has children, and children need love and affection and good memories. And you're a better man now so you understand that. So you make sure the kids get gifts on Christmas. And you make sure of it every year. Afterall, if you met someone you loved deeply when you were both kids, wouldn't you feel a pang of nostalgia when they had kids. Wouldn't you try to extend the warmth that you couldn't find for your friend to his children. Afterall, whatever happens during childhood basically remains with you forever.
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Oliver Jackson Cohen 💜
Will never fail to be mesmerised by this man’s outstandingly handsome face and beautiful body 🥺😯🥺😯
His superbly proportioned hairy chest and trail 🤩
Even his swallow is a thing of beauty ☺️☺️
What a tall glass of water this man is 🥰🥰
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Vincent Price as Frederick Loren invites us all to join him in The House on Haunted Hill (1959)
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trying out a new brush to trick myself into thinking that sketching messy and then leaving it messy is allowed (lost skill in my life sadly). pardon my indulgence in tired old reasonable girl + fail guy humor but i think it's so funny when lenalee treats kanda like he's her emotional support animal who she's still trying to train not to bark at people in the grocery store
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Ah, yes, I thought perhaps they might send you. Well, I'm ready to go. Go where? To Hell. I'm not taking you to Hell, Angel. Why not? Well, I don't think you'd like it. But you have to. I'm like you now. A demon. Sorry. You think you're a demon? With your curly little ... and your neat white ... I'm a Fallen Angel! I lied. To thwart the will of God. Well yeah, you did but I'm not going to tell anybody. Are you? No. Nothing has to change then, does it? But what am I? You're just an Angel who goes along with Heaven as far as he can. That sounds, um... Lonely? Yeah. But you said it wasn't. I'm a demon. I lied.
GOOD OMENS 2.02 - the clue feat. a companion to owls
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i love that even though phoebe never gets to be with melody, never gets to interact with her in many ways, she will now forever do so in every way. phoebe will look up at the sky and see melody in the sun and the stars and the moon, see her in the clouds and the grass and the ceiling. she will bust ghosts with melody's essence etched into the proton pack and carved into her suit. she will simply be and melody will be a part of her. like, melody is now eternally attached to phoebe's foundation.
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FOR A BEAT OF HEART, THE BREATH IS SHOT.
AND WITHIN A BREATH, THE HEART IS CAUGHT.
THE PIPES ARE BURSTING, UNDER GREAT STRESS,
BOLTS TORN ASUNDER, MAKING A MESS.
A FINAL COUGH, A FINAL RETCH,
A GOREY SLOUGH, CLAIMED BY WRETCH.
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Tbh I think people are clipping the wrong part of the Ivantill kiss like - okay yes the big sweeping kiss is BEAUTIFUL. But have you all seen. the last kiss. the tiny, sweet kiss Ivan gives Till just before he starts to choke him. When they make eye contact and you can see the determination and love in Ivan's eyes, and for the first time, Till finally sees him back.
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💧For the sinner, the curtain call has come 🎭
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