#ladies and gentlemen…her

[chtozaepta]

Kate!!!

[myststone]

YES RIJU YES

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the Eighth Heroine

[arunneronthird]

sometimes u need to let the impulsive thoughts win

[honig-dachs]

Logan and Wade + the afterlife It's notable how different the roles of Jean and Vanessa are here. Wade sees Vanessa like he always does: through his eyes, kind-hearted, warm, loving, selfless. Vanessa puts him and other people first. Jean on the other hand manifested in Logan's head as all of her worst traits: controlling, manipulative, selfish and with no actual care for him or anyone else. She haunts him throughout the story, blames him for her death as if he murdered her in cold blood (which is probably what Logan feels like), tries to tempt him into giving up and die because that's the easy way out, and even as he finally lets her go, she doesn't seem to acknowledge his feelings. It's actually pretty clever because it's like he's been chasing a ghost this whole time. Logan was never for Jean what he wanted to be and he refused to see that. In this essay I will-

[smashorpassgilf]

IBM-7094 :D didnt see it on the list yet! its the famous first singing computer

[lexavalon052]

Unfinished Ahsoka. Will she ever be finished? We still have yet to see :)

[rascallyrose92]

Just gonna drop this here and leave.

[spaceakiko]

Female Kurapika

[gablehood]

Q U E E N S I G H T E D

[unreal-sundogs]

Pyronica 🩷

[crowlixcx]

[wernerherzogs]

[blueprxde]

Hey

it's the same picture

[jameslongforjimshortforgabriel]

can i just say. may i. please. just scREAM over that... that death? she was always the third, left out, forgotten. and she. she. found madeleine and. i cnat fucking takle it anymore. she got sentenced to death for all the wrong reasons by all the wrong people and she spends the last few seconds of her life, the life she believed would be endless, hoolding the only person she could allow herslef to love apart from louis and apart from all of it. where she found happiness. and. and then. as she was staring at the audcience, the cheering audience, clapping and yelling for her death, she starts singing, WITH HER LAST BREATHS, the song. the song they made her sing every night for 500 nights. the song she naively accepted to when she didnt know or understand the truths of the coven. the song that reminded her, every single night for 500 nights, the biggest setback in her life, the big mistake, the accident, what wasnt meant to be, her breaking of the law to be saved, if you call that saving. she sang that, as she withered away in front of rows and rows of mortals. she. she stared into the eyes of lestat, the eyes of her maker, her enemy, her victim, her.. uncle? the one never deemed guilty, even after proof after proof after proof of his cruelness. can i just. lay down for a sec please

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[beatleswings]

JANE ASHER at her home in 57 Wimpole Street, London. 1964.