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V for Vendetta (2005)

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...the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot. V FOR VENDETTA 2005 — dir. James McTeigue

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These two were so cute!! I had to try to draw them, esp a small doodle of little middle schooler Eddie with a buzzcut at the talent show :) . I’d like to think that if they had a chance, they’d make eachother mixtapes so Eddie is listening to Madonna’s “Crazy for You” and Chrissy is listening to Black Sabbath’s “N.I.B” (”Touch me once and you’ll know it’s true”; “Some people say my love cannot be true”)

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I fucking hate James Tissot’s paintings because in ALL OF THEM there is ALWAYS someone staring right at you, but it’s not always immediately visible. You just feel watched by this mf. Sometimes the little shit is right there at the centre, but others the bastard is just gazing from the distance, it is CREEPY, my guys

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Here’s a video so you can hear the water and the thrushes. I took it for you because you couldn’t be there. <3

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John William Waterhouse “Lamia” 1905,detail.

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im not even the type of guy to go "actually it's frankenstein's MONSTER" because a painting by rembrandt or picasso or any other artist is often called "a rembrandt" or "a picasso" as shorthand. so in this respect frankenstein's monster can be considered "a frankenstein"

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eddie: remember before we had kids when we could just lie in bed on a saturday?

chrissy: that’s how we got them.

eddie: why did i have to be so sexy?

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losercore girlcore sitting in her roomcore

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reblog to give a plushie to the person you reblogged this from

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By Nao

SLAY DEM BITCHES! 🦌♥️🌈

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the day Chrissy is introduced to crystals and gems is the day Billy Hargrove starts carrying around a small rose quartz in his left pants pocket

‘it’s for the heart’, is what she said when she placed the pink crystal in his palm, ‘it heals. keep it on you always, okay?’

he hated it, at first. thought it was stupid. but, looking into her eyes, he knew he had no other choice. he’d do anything for her because she only wanted the best for him.

so, it was always in his pocket - jacket or jeans - and he slept with it under his pillow. he held it in his fist when he was stressed or anxious. he put it on his windowsill when it was sunny, to absorb the warmth and cleansing, to shed the negativity it had collected.

and the worst part of it? the stupid little stone helped.

because when he finally got his hands on Steve Harrington, pressing the pretty boy against that ugly wallpaper in his bedroom, Steve grabbed at his ass with both hands and pulled away from the deep kiss when he felt the hard little lump to mutter, ‘what’s that?’

‘rose quartz,’ he hummed absently, kissing down Steve’s throat, not wanting to pull away for even a second now that the tension between them had been cut.

there was a soft laugh, not at Billy, because Steve reached back into his own pocket and pulled out a small stone, showing Billy a nearly identical rose quartz that was his.

Billy glanced down, blinked, and let a slow grin spread across his face when he realized.

‘Chrissy,’ they said in unison, laughing gently together.

of course Chrissy would give them the same crystal, meant for love - for new love.

when their lips met again, Billy promised himself that he’d buy his best friend some pink roses as a thanks.

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my 3 week old lettuce in the fridge because i forgot about it

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251024. Amused to death.