#IM SO FUCKING SICK IN MY STOMACH
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um…so…..I feel totally okay about this…yeah…he looks so mediocre 👍
#windshield rambles (^・o・^)#IM A HORRIBLE LIAR#I SCREEECHED AT THIS#SORRY TO LIMITLESS N MITZI WHO HAD TO WITNESS THIS#GOD#OH JY FUCKING GOD HE LOOKS SO GOOD HERE I REWINDED JUST TO WATCH THIS AGAIN#IM SO FUCKING SICK IN MY STOMACH#I WANT HIM I NEED HIM HE NEEDS TO BE MINE RN#I WANNA SAY UNSPEAKABLE THINGS I WANNA DO UNSPEAKAVLE THINGS#IM GOING TO SLAM MY HEAD INTO THE WALL RN#HE LOOKS SO FUCKING GOODDDDDDD OH MY GOD HE LOOKS AMAZING I WANT HIM NOW#NO YALL DONT UNDERSTAND HOE DOWN BAD I AM FOR SHIDOU#UGH I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO DRAW HIM WELL I NEED TO DO THIS MAN JUSTICE#I’m not a shidou apologist cuz I think he’s great the way he is#I love my men insane#I wish I could tattoo this into my brain#I want him please#I need him to devour me#sorry
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also also. like i know we've talked about the husbandism but i don't think we've talked about the specifics of it enough because that was like. rehearsed. buck rambles his way through a story and eddie provides contextualising information for those who aren't grossly entwined in his life and buck knows to take breaths to let eddie do this before seamlessly picking the thread of the narrative back up. it's literally insane. you can tell this is something they've done a thousand times before. THE RITUALS!!! THEY'RE INTRICATE!!!!!!!
#sami rambles#im so sick guys im sick to my fucking stomach#WHICH COULD MEAN NOTHING#911 spoilers#911 show#buddie#evan buckley#eddie diaz#buck x eddie
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madeleine choosing to die with claudia rather than live without her, hearing claudia cry for louis as he was dragged away, watching claudia and madeleine burn to death on that stage, holding one another tight and having whispered their last loving words only loud enough for the other to hear, claudia refusing to let any of them see her in her weakest moment....lestat's face being the last thing claudia fucking saw as she held madeleine's ashes in her hands and succumbed to the sun's rays........
#YES IM USING THIS GIF TWICE BECAUSE I WANT TO DIE#im sick. im fucking sick to my stomach#IM SICK TO MY STOMACH#WORST EPISODE (i loved it)#I FEEL SO FUCKING ILL GODS#I WISH SHE COULD HAVE KILLED ALL OF THEM. EVERY SINGLE FUCKING PERSON THERE HUMAN AND VAMPIRE ALIKE SAVE FOR MADDY IDC#iwtv#iwtv spoilers#interview with the vampire#louis de pointe du lac#claudia iwtv#lestat de lioncourt#madeleine iwtv#armand iwtv
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evangelicals are a fucking disgrace and none of them are seeing heaven
#sorry just saw the images of supposed christians in the pro isreal rally and speeches and felt fucking sick to my stomach#you have burned the texts of your god and follow genocidal fuckwads instead#your god is not my god and your heart is blackened#if you do not think any good god wouldn't condemn you you're already too far gone#free palestine#im so fucking sick
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Auston Matthews in The Hardest Interview | 10.12.24
#toronto maple leafs#auston matthews#2425#egifs#he is so fucking cute i feel ill. sick to my stomach w love#god has he ever looked better actually im vergin gona jmental BREAKDOWN#jewelry
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anyone else profoundly tired
#i feel so fucking hopeless for my future as an artist#i don't want to#but i do#it feels like fucking everything is against us#there's an aching exhaustion in my bones that english can't describe#ok to reblog#i dont care#hopefully some other artists out there will feel solidarity#sorry for the negativity#vent#negative#im just so tired and sick to my stomach
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you guys are SO SICK AND TWISTED FOR KEEPING THIS FROM ME.
THE PAT ON THE LOWER BACK?
THE HANDSHAKE?
"congrats, MARC." MARC. ITS MARC AND NOT MARQUEZ.. KILL ME NOW WHY DONT YOU.
"CONGRATS TO YOU, AS WELL." SHUT THE FUCK UP.
"OH, SHIT. MARTIN" AND MARCS HEAD TURNED RIGHT AWAY. HE'S FUCKING LISTENING TO BEZ. ARE YOU KIDDING ME.
"you overtook me in the first laps" "yes, because behind you the temperature at the front was..." THEYRE FUCKING CONVERSATING. SPEAKING BACK AND FOURTH.
THE. T.H.E. TOUCH. DONT PLAY WITH ME.
"how as your pace at the last turn?" "he did 37.4" STAWP HE WASNT TALKING TO U MARC HEHEEHEEHEHE
"and you?" "no, i was 37.6" THEYRE FUCKING TALKING
#im gonna fucking throw up#im actually sick to my stomach#i cant breathe#this is ten times better than i expected#you guys dont fucking understand#the hyperfixation is so bad this feels like christmas.#motogp#marcmarc#bezquez#marco bezzecchi#marc marquez#mb72#mm93#spanish gp 2024#jerez 2024#spain 2024#idfk 2024#kats chattin shit
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i just saw what you reposted about kevin being the problem child of doomed homoerotic relationships and nora saying that’s something kevin would do we already have solid proof of jean and basically all of aftg to prove he’s a siren to troubled men do u have any hc about how that happened? especially with kandrew i love them sm they’re truly one of my favorite aftg pairs but like in the question i always assumed it was andrew but now ik it’s kevin it almost makes it better idk?!? like a desperately devoted andrew plus being hopelessly in love with kevin and he obviously was doing it to andrew and neil but imagine if on a smaller scale it was also the rest of the foxes?? but also i can’t tell if he truly was the problem child or just extremely sheltered from and didn’t know how to interact with people so when he’s direct and earnest they fall in love on the spot
I REALLY DONT KNOW AT ALL................... i think part of it is kevin being earnest and open about it in a way someone who hasnt been raised in a cult Wouldn't be but it's just really also. the kind of people he's doing it to.... i mean jean at the point he met kevin he'd been homeschooled with violent parents his only friend was his sister and then again jean was literally raising her on his 13 year old shoulders. and then kevin looks at him, and smiles at him, and asks to learn french, and says "i don't want to lose you". has anyone told jean that before???????? has there been anyone, ever, to say you are something worth keeping? you are something i can't lose? YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND. it's not just that kevin is a problem child it's that he chooses to say these things when you have literally no way to defend yourself
and the same for andrew are you crazy........ you're worth it. DO YOU UNDERSTAND...... has anyone ever told andrew that before? you're worth the trouble? i won't give up? i'll stay right here even if you fumble and kick and scream and refuse to play with me? I MEAN IT'S SERIOUSLY SICK. it's sick. it's horrible. he's so earnest. why is he like this. no wonder andrew was fighting wars and pulling knives this is the first time someone looked him in the eye and said no matter what you do i'm Not going to give up on you. and then he didn't even when andrew was a real fucking cunt about it. should we all just explode.
#i couldnt be normal#i wouldnt be#andrew and jean were not#no one was really but. you understand.#WHY IS HE THIS WAY#KEVINNNNNNNNNNNNN#he does these things and he doesnt even want you like he just says this stuff because hes like this#its not even on purpose#im so fucking sick to my stomach.#also yeah it could happen to the other foxes 100%#this is how it can happen to matt. and allison. and renee#asks#kevin#kandrew#kevjean
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Never feel more masc then the times I try to look fem
#Crossdressing as a woman is truly the epitome of being a man#I HAVE to be the most confusing person at the grocery store#Voice of boy? but makeup like girl? but boy mannerisms? Girl hair? Boob? lesbianism? Man? Woman? Man? They? It? Maybe#You'll never fucking know. I hope it keeps you up at night#Committing gender fuckary? In my city?. it's more likely than you would think#It's very obvious how boy I am when I try to girl#I love being a weird little guy#I'm that boy thing wearing a dress what's not clicking here#Transmascs im telling you WEAR THAT MAKEUP!!!!!#PUT ON THAT DRESS!!!#only if you want to ofc but there is nothing more euphoric then dressing like a woman and still feeling like a man#but that's the process. A couple years ago wearing nail polish made me sick to my stomach. AND IM AGENDER!!!!#totally just like rambled in the tags mb#transgender#trans masc#transmasc#agender ism#genderqueer#nonbinary#trans man#trans joy#just fishdeath-ing#genderfluid#genderfuck#multigender#xenogender#genderflux#abinary#transneutral#don't know why I'm tagging this so hard but i learned like three new terms so that pretty cool
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jakehoon this yoonmin this, fuck y'all know about gtop.
#i miss them sm#gtop#bigbang#gdragon#t.o.p#top bigbang#kpop#k pop#kpop bg#i miss them so insanely much like genuinely im sick to my stomach#fuck seungri for being a disgusting person and also separating my babies
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I can't with this game bro
#the only good part was the hatman#im so upset#class of 09#co09#jecka co09#genuinely what the fuck was going on#all the endings were horrible for her#nothing good happened to jecka#idk its like#the first 2 games had a good blend of humor and sadness#flip side is just sad#its only torture for jecka :(#nicole doesnt only have sad endings#good things turn out for her#but it seems like whatever jecka does she either ends up dead or depressed#of course this happens while im hyperfixating on this fuck#i might talk about it more in depth later. i just need to get the sick feeling out of my stomach
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israel bombed a HOSPITAL in gaza murdering so many children and newborns and women and elderly and men i feel so sick to my stomach i just saw a video and they're all scattered on the ground lifeless my god how can you still stand with that evil evil state? how can you still have the audacity to utter to even think 'Pray for Israel'?? why did the world give up on its humanity where are the international laws where are the fucking repercussions?? israel won't stop until it wipes off the entirety of gaza i am so angry and sad and i feel so fucking powerless im shaking what has our world come to
"Intentionally directing attacks against hospitals and places where the sick and wounded are collected is prohibited under international humanitarian law, provided they are not military objectives. Any such intentional attacks are WAR CRIMES." LIKE WHY ARE WE WATCHING AS ISRAEL COMMITS WAR CRIME AFTER WAR CRIME???? to attack a hospital murdering more than FIVE HUNDRED people and for it to go unpunished????? what is this what the fuck is going on why is this not maddening anyone
#if this doesn't anger you if this doesn't make you fuckin sick to your stomach#then you've given up on your humanity too#the images are so graphic and gut wrenching i feel so sick#i can't imagine being there and watching as KIDS and NEWBORNS are decapitated#don't stop talking about this don't turn a blind eye to it#don't turn off your tv and pretend as if nothing's happening#we learned about genocides in school we said never again and now it's happening#like if you still stand with israel even if it's 1% of your being if you still try to justify their actions then fuck you#fuck you and im tired of being civil#get off my page go seek help#you are as guilty as IDF the blood of innocents is as much in your hands as theirs#palestine
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Manifesting a pole and good race in Spain by having GP make Max drive qualifying with a plug <3 (praise kink, little bit of dom/sub dynamics)
cw: explicit sexual content, probably unsafe driving practices (can't think this is safe in a F1 car), probably nonsense technical talk
"Okay Max, we're aiming for something between zero and plus two in this lap."
Max shifts gears, GP's voice clear in his ears. His focus is divided still, part on the track and part on the pressure of the plug inside him, on the way he's half hard in his fireproofs. As if he's reading his mind, GP speaks again.
"How does it feel, Max?"
It's a thrill, knowing that to anyone else it will sound like GP is only asking about the car, about the settings, about the track, but Max knows he's actually asking about both things at once. Their game, their secret.
"Okay," he says, voice steady. The plug is his smallest one, but it's still an insistent presence in the corner of his mind. At least for now. He knows it will feel different later.
"Three cars ahead of you," GP informs him, and Max wonders if he too is half hard, or if his control stretches that far. "Russel has gone, now only Gasly and Piastri. Recharge off before turn 13."
Max takes a breath in. Holds it.
"And you can go whenever you're ready."
He breathes out, and for one minute and 13 seconds he's one with the car. His heart pumps with the engine, cylinders pushing blood around his body, fingers melding with the steering wheel, feet holding the carbon fiber itself. For one minute and 13 seconds his body and its needs don't matter unless they're bound to what the car is doing.
"And recharge on. Good lap."
GP's voice slams him back to himself, man separated from machine. He shifts, and suddenly his body remembers itself, the sharp bite of arousal stealing his breath for a moment, long enough to muffle whatever GP is saying.
"Sorry, what was that?" his finger doesn't shake as he presses the radio button, not yet, but he still feels charged, electric.
"Box this lap, Max. Anything you want to change?"
An out Max doesn't want.
"Maybe one click on the front wing."
"Copy."
He doesn't go back out during Q1, just sits in the car with the screens in front of him, watching his time drop from p1 to p6, but remain safe. Usually GP stays on his spot on the wall, but Max isn't too surprised when he comes over, leaning over the halo to catch his eye.
"Do you need a break?" he asks, low enough nobody should pay attention to it, but vague enough that even if they did, it wouldn't matter.
"I'm okay," Max reassures, shifting slightly just to check. Now that GP is this close, it's harder to keep his hands away from himself, but he manages. He's being good and he wants to keep being good.
"If you need a break, you tell me. Clear?"
Max nods, but GP reaches forward slightly, tipping his chin up to meet his eyes again.
"Max."
Visual and verbal confirmation, always. That was one of the things GP had made him promise before they had agreed to try this.
"Clear," Max confirms, nodding again. His voice catches a little, and GP hands him his bottle before he can even think about reaching for it.
"Good," GP says, mouth ticking up at Max's responding shiver, before patting his helmet and standing back.
Q2 is a bit harder. Sitting still in the car, nothing to think about but the pressure that isn't quite enough, has done nothing to cool Max down, but still his desire is just a lake: deep and quiet, something he dips into when he's not focusing on going fast, faster than anyone else. It's manageable.
"We're doing a cooldown lap and then you're going again, Max."
Max frowns. It means his lap wasn't good enough, and in his current mindset that's slightly more upsetting than usual.
"Where did I lose time?" not good enough! his brain screams. He clenches his hands on the steering wheel.
"Turn 4, the exit of 10 and then 11 and 12. There's the toggle available for turn 4 if you need it."
There's a long pause. Max grits his teeth, forcing himself to not close his eyes while he waits, knowing it would be catastrophic. He lets two cars pass him by, not even bothering to check who they are.
"Track should be clear after the two Ferraris go. Recharge off before turn 13." Then finally, "you're doing a good job, Max."
Max breathes out.
He wishes there was a way to ask him to say it again, to say it right, but he knew what he had agreed to when this had started.
He flicks the recharge off.
"Recharge on, mode 8 and let Russel by. Well done, Max."
Relief washes through him, both for the lap and for the praise, making him wish again he could close his eyes, making him wish GP was touching him while speaking.
GP doesn't come by to check on him this time, and Max is equally relieved and disappointed, wanting to have him close, not knowing if he'd be able to resist the temptation to reach out for him.
His car is the last one out in Q3 and he doesn't know how much of that choice was dictated by GP just wanting to keep him sitting still a little longer, keep him wanting. They both know racing comes first, but he wonders, if it didn't harm his qualification, how much GP would let himself lean into this game they're playing.
"Feel free to push a little more on this outlap."
The vibrations of the car send sparks up his spine now, his lower back feeling a little tense, the plug feeling bigger. His throat clicks when he swallows, his tongue heavy in his mouth. When GP speaks again, Max almost asks him to keep talking through his lap, stay close, say more. He doesn't, but only just.
"Recharge off."
Max wills himself back into full focus, but it's different than it was before. The need to go faster, to come out on top, to push the car, hit the apex, find the limit, be better coils itself around the need swirling in his gut to grind down, to shift, to put his hand inside his own fireproofs, to be good. Max wonders if the people outside can see it, all this need bleeding out, flowing around the carbon fiber, turning with the tyres, burning with the engine. His breath comes in short harsh puffs. He doesn't blink.
"And recharge on. That's P1 for now, good job."
It's harder to disentangle himself from the car this time, to undo the knotted lines of his desires. He feels like he's vibrating, doesn't know if he's shaking or if it's the car underneath him. The sun feels brighter, his skin tighter.
"Box this lap, Max. Everything okay?"
No. Yes. I don't know.
His thoughts are starting to slip, but it's too soon, there's still so long left before he's allowed to.
"Max."
If he'd ask for it, GP would find the way to make it right, even with the limited time they have. But this is right, this is what he had asked for, what they discussed.
"All good." His voice is raspy, he can almost imagine it crackling through the radio. He wonders if GP will come over to the car again, wanting to get a new visual check, knowing that Max has pushed himself further than what he was comfortable with before. He doesn't know if he hopes he does or not.
GP doesn't, but he turns to look at him while he drives past the pitwall, and Max nods, knows he'll see it.
His body feels wound tight as he waits to go out again, set in anticipation for everything after while also trying to stay in the now. He asks for his drink again, wills his hands to be steady. Forces himself to not walk out of the car to go drop on his knees next to GP's stool.
It's relief and torture to drive again, to keep his eyes open and his mind present for every meter of the circuit, knowing he can't afford to slip, not even a little.
"Currently P3 Max. Focus on the exit of turn 5 and 10. Recharge off before 13. You know the tools you have."
Max knows with unshakable certainty that if he was to say now that he needed a break, GP would give the rest of qualifying up for him. He also knows himself enough to be sure he will not need it.
It's impossible to fully disconnect from his body now, to not feel the way the car hurtling around track makes it move and shift, but he curls his needs around each other again until he's holding everything tightly in his gut. And then he drives.
"And that's P1, Max, well done, good job."
The words land in Max's mouth, heavy as if he had been the one to speak them, sweet as if GP had put them there with his own tongue. He lets himself slip just a little, taking a hand off the steering wheel between turn 9 and 10 and shutting out Christian's voice.
He digs his fingers into his own tight, hopes the other part of his brain is spitting out something coherent enough.
Almost time. His whole body thrums with the knowledge of it.
He manages to pull himself back a little, enough to not wobble as he gets out of the car, to clasp hands with Lewis and Carlos, to find words to say during his interview.
And then finally, finally, he gets to walk away, even if just for a few minutes, to go look for GP.
He finds him sitting on the small couch in his driver room, knees splayed wide, eyes focused on Max as soon as he lets himself in.
"Come here," he orders, in the same voice he uses on track.
As he always does, Max goes.
A part of him wants to drop to the floor, but GP tugs him into his lap, hands firm on his waist, mouth finding his with a certainty that makes Max's head spin.
"You did well," GP says when they separate, Max panting and whining already, grinding forward and then pushing back, looking for relief. "You deserve your reward now, right?"
Max nods, letting his head drop on GP's shoulder, mindlessly mouthing at his neck, hands useless around his shoulders.
"So good, so far gone for me already."
GP somehow manages to get his hand inside his inner layers, index finger pushing on the plug before toying with it, dragging gasps and moans from Max, making him writhe in his lap, keeping him still with the other one on his waist.
"Please, inside," he begs, feeling tears gather on his lashes, "please."
He's shaking now, all the coiled desire ready to snap, but GP shushes him, finally taking out the plug and immediately replacing it with a finger before Max has even the thought to complain.
"Two?" he asks, waiting for Max's breathless assent before pushing his index finger next to the other, pleasure and pain shooting up Max's spine in a show of sparks.
"You can come whenever you want, you have earned it."
Max closes his mouth around the collar of GP's team shirt, trying to not be too noisy, and grinds forward against his stomach, too many layers between them, feeling his fingers twist inside him.
He's so so close, he just needs...
"So good, Max," GP says, before Max can even think about stringing enough braincells together to form the whole thought. "Good boy."
Max comes with a jolt, untouched in his underwear, biting down on GP's shoulder, shaking and gasping his way through it as he tries to get somehow even deeper, closer.
He's still boneless and floating as he feels GP replace his fingers with the plug again, whines even if he knows they don't have time for him to properly fuck him now, knows it will have to wait for later. Feels a kiss being pressed onto his sweaty temple, then another on his hair.
"Breathe now," GP reminds him, still unflinchingly steady, even if Max can feel him hard underneath him. "Good boy."
Max knows he soon will have to gather himself again and go for more interviews, knows he will feel the ghost of GP's hands on him for the rest of the day until they can properly fall into a bed, reassurance and taunt wrapped into one. For now though, he lets himself be held and praised, content.
#hello smut is not my thing so be nice to meeee <3#when is gp gonna call ME a good girl :/#gp/max#my writing#i didnt know how to end it because i wanted to write like two more scenes but they were not coming to me#so i said fuck it you go in the rejected scene corner#im also manifesting a lewis p2 sue me#i finished this before fp2 and im now sick to my stomach but also lewis and carlos up there so go me i guess#i have only reread this once so if there are typos no there aren't xx#im posting this now because i feel like it's needed after this fucking friday godspeed my child
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OH MY GAWD WHAT DA HEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLL
I’ll delete this in the morning
#That is all thank you#Just sick to my stomach that like. Anything related to the Shadow Trio is romantic/f!mc centered#GOD FORBID I SEE THE MAIN TRIO AS BUDDIES#GAWD FUCKING FORBID IM G A Y#good lord and I wonder why I dump tumblr once a month#Its painful on here someone man#Cant i have Sebastian or ominis WITHOUT them tryna hit#For like. Five minutes. Please#I really kinda give up at this point. I post shit#but im really in my own little corner#Ik im spouting old news#Blah blah blah blah#but yk im talking to a brick wall so meh#sebastian sallow#hogwarts legacy
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mr house never being able to replicate his courier six because they never let him scan them, so all he has are a few shoddy recordings he took to recreate the courier from. his replicas of courier six are flawed: none are as perceptive, resourceful and proactive. they aren't good at out-of-the-box thinking or improvising. their problemsolving, diplomacy skills and technological innovation ideas fall short of the original and are just another disappointment every time. they end up hollow shells like jane, marilyn and victor. letting new vegas go, ruin itself in pursuit of recreating his perfect right hand again, hope for another fruitful partnership and bright future of the mojave like they did before is so delicious it makes me sick actually send tweet ✌
#ulysses warned my courier house would sooner or later put her face on a robot servant and he was right!! and she knew he was!!!#but the way house went about it in my headcanon is making me sick in the stomach!!!!!!!!!!!!!#the devnotes?? that allied courier was his first true prodigy/son/daughter IN 200 HUNDRED YEARS??? sickening. i love it#add a fucked up romantic-not-really-only-pining storyline into that already crazy cocktail and im eating it up!!!!!!!!!!! YUM!!!!#my courier is a technophile but she's got a shred of self-respect and wont let (out of pride mostly) house scan her brain#she dies ensuring the continuation of new vegas setting it up to prosper only for house to let it go to shit.... the drama.........#because he cannot imagine a world without his partner who has changed the world around them so much in such a short life....#so he sets out to recreate even a shred of her glory so they may continoue to reign over the mojave but he fails miserably over and over#and his pursuit blins him to the shit stirring on the streets and the area that even his army of securitrons isnt able to stop#either the nv clans successfuly rebel/make the city go to shit while he's too busy working on the courier copies#or some outside party infiltrates and gets his ass while he's not looking. rip#either way my courier is always the death of mr house whether they are allied or not bc i love doomed narratives#personal#delete later#fallout#? technically#till we get season 2 of the tv show im able to brainstorm ideas as to what happened to nv after fnv ended!!!! SOMEBODY STOP ME (dont)#im cutting this extremely short my thought on this are pretty long i couldnt fall asleep on monday bc ulysses' words were haunting me
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I can't even articulate how much Louis walking into the sun after that AMAZINGLY acted fight scene touched me. The tears just started flowing immediately holy shit.
#im sick to my stomach#he loved claudia so much. OHHHH FUCK#armand can never make it up to him#AND HE WANTS TO LOVE ARMAND BUT IT WILL NEVER BE LIKE IT WAS WITH LESTAT#AND LESTAT OVER THE MIND CONNECTION WITH SRMAND SAYING I LOVE YOU LOUIS OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY FUCKING GOD I ALMOST THREW UP FROM CRYING BYE#text#iwtv#iwtv spoilers#spoilers
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