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WLW MEME: [2/8] film characters — emerald haywood (nope)

i was just talking to my therapist about this not too long ago. therapist? yes. i fuck one on occasion sometimes.

ELEKTRA: I am the shape you made me. Filth teaches filth.

(prints)(process video & high res)

can't stop thinking about lestat de lioncourt's pretentious blood sommelier snatched waist limp wrist fashion and music extraordinaire snobbish grandiloquent cunt serving ass sucking on rats in a garbage dump

In the club

B2EMO

Eclipse of the Sun in Venice in July 8, 1842 by Ippolito Caffi.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE that even though every aspect of the prison is meant to pit every single prisoner against each other with forced hierarchy and competition, everyone is STILL persisting to work together. Tables coordinate to keep track of what machinery is affected by the electrocuted floor. Teams work together to find ways to assist and work with a physically and mentally-disabled teammate. Entire floors use sign language to communicate news across the entire facility.

They’re all still looking out for each other in a cage designed to make them fight like dogs

lesbians who are fans of any male character on here are SO brave. trawling through miles of untagged x reader fanfiction just for one gifset of their special little guy. it's like going to war