Music And Fandom

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[kagaintheskywithdiamonds]

[snowiferart]

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What the actual fuck did I just watch??

[snaillesnaille]

wild horses running

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I finished Project Hail Mary last night and I’m still hung up on it :/

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I love Rocky sm 😭

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People be out here hating but I do genuinely like some of Lestat’s songs 😔

[rhaemonds]

LOUIS DE POINTE DU LAC in INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE/THE VAMPIRE LESTAT 3.03/1.03 | Toronto

[shebandobsessed]

As the famous Lestat De Lioncourt (Sam Reid) once said, “…but what can I say? Serving cunt has its consequences…”.

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Yo Elektra pisses me off but sadly I understand where she’s coming from 😔 I just wish she could understand why her mother did what she did

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What the fuck Emma??? You know Abi likes Nick. What is this bullshit

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Why do all the girls in The Quarry have the exact same bad eyeliner? Bruh

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“…I held a lock of hair in my hand, my hair, and I placed it under her hands, which were folded together over her chest. I know the sunset was magnificent, a burning flame sinking into the sea, setting the clouds on fire with pink and gold. I remember the crackling of the flames as the pyre was lit, and how I dug my fingernails into my palms until the skin bled, to stop myself from plunging into that fire and pulling her body out. I don't know how I let it be consumed, her face that I had kissed, her hair that I had combed, all blackened and charred to crumbled ash…”

“…My children came from my body; their flesh was born of mine…”

~ Elektra, Jennifer Saint

[sentrysvoid]

Project Hail Mary dir. Phil Lord, Chris Miller | 2026

[shebandobsessed]

“…A rainy Sunday hung over our homestead.

When I looked out at the rain, it reminded me of Abbie. She always smelt like rain, as though she'd been out in a storm and got soaked. I remembered a time when we'd been ushered in from the playground and her hair was wet, clinging to her cheeks and neck. She looked like something from a storybook. Her eyes were like rain, too. A muddy blue, made of grey puddles and splashes…”

The Lamb, Lucy Rose

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Ethel Cain Brisbane N2