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Were you ever really there?

i. Sometimes I Think About Dying (2022) / ii. Summertime, Mareux / iii., iv., vi., vii. unknown / v. Litany in which Certain Things are Crossed Out, Richard Siken / viii. Only, Nine Inch Nails / ix. Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman, Haruki Murakami

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Susan Sarandon in Cannes, 1978.

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i could write such a delicious one shot based on this song guys 😩😩😩😩 stalker!larissa x reader ?!?!?!?!?! or someone else ?!?!

anyway, stream hit me hard and soft 💋💋

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sometimes baby girl is a 45 years old woman💗

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Since we have no Larissa Weems in the second season yet (hope springs eternal), let’s just fantasize how she would look like.

🖤🕸️🕷️🍷🩶

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Why Larissa Weems should have come back

For feminist purposes, it's amazing to have a woman in power. Especially a woman like her.

She's adorable. Our emotional support. We need her smiling again.

The big coat collars that she wears needs a comeback.

She had so much depth as a character and so much mystery that will probably be ignored entirely and I think that's utter bullshit. You can't ignore such a good character.

She is the ONLY person who is allowed to sit at that desk. In that chair. And send emails or whatever the fuck babygirl was doing on that laptop of hers.

She can't be killed by a red-booted bug.

She never even got her loving wife yet.

She's intelligent and a shapeshifter so she has to come up with something to survive.

I can't do it anymore.

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Introducing Professor Dimitrescu 😈

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i want her bully me

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Lady D concept art goes crazy

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Larissa won the vote yet again, I’m not surprised at all honestly she’s my favorite ❤️ enjoy the new wallpapers yall 🥰🥰

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Okay so I have no drawing skills whatsoever, so instead I offer a thought:

Lady Dimitrescu wearing something like this to a gala solely for the purpose of being even more intimidating. Donna helped her make an illusion so that the heart looked like it was still beating.

Lady Dimitrescu the feared countess steps ever so delicately out of her carriage, you only see a heeled foot and a looong leg donning similarly ornate white dress pants. White may be the color of purity, but today it represents nothing of the sorts. A second heel hits the cobblestone with a ‘click’ and your ribs are tighter than her corset. She stands up straight and you see her in all her glory. The bejeweled caplet over her front is only a piece of her horrific splendor. Your eyes scan from the red stilettos, to the embroidery that lines her thighs, up further past the strangely pulsating heart upon her chest and even somehow past her crimson lips curled into an almost salaciously bloodthirsty grin, and you see her eyes. Smokey around the edges both from makeup and from the cigarillo that is perched lazily between her lips, emitting a lazy flow of tobacco smoke. Golden at their center, and looking at you with a sense of amusement as you take in her attire. Her eyes crinkle with laughter at your shock and you’re suddenly reminded of the fact that you’re the only one not kneeling. You’ve better drop to your knees and hope to not be the thing her bloodied gloves grab next. But…would it be so bad?

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Mirandy still going strong after 18 years <3

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You are being judged

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Gwendoline with glasses, ladies and gentlemen.

I REPEAT, GWENDOLINE WITH GLASSES.