the way I feel about Jean Vicquemare is the way Victorian women felt about their local priest.
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the way I feel about Jean Vicquemare is the way Victorian women felt about their local priest.
missing The Character is a strange thing because yea there's always the option to go back to their source material or looking at art or reading fics but it's also like i can't just call them up like i would a friend to see how they're doing and that's the frustrating part of it
lord of hatred drops in the middle of finals week, i'm so cooked
Les Fleurs de Mal,
Author: Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)
Translator: Roy Campbell (1904-1957)
Nosferatu (2024)
I looked the future in the eyes, it's mine (mine, mine, mine)
Something very personal to me about cr4 is how exuberant Aabria is. As someone who gets excited, expressively, seeing her just thrilled with everything going on AND expressing that with her whole chest feels very familiar and like a little piece of my bullied childhood soul is fixed.
beard strokers unite
a bonus Murray by popular demand!
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okay now i can actually play the season's story
The man who brought Thjazi Fang to heel
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and then the Parade of a hundred demons didn't happen
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