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Interviewer: so yall made it gay, how did yall decide that?
Sam Reid, #1 Anne Rice fan: because we can fucking read
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#iwtv#april 2023#the promo amc doesn’t give the fans makes me absolutely DERANGED idk i guess you have all this gorgeous material but why show us right?#it’s only money and influence#i know you have that going spare#sort of like how the dvd i preordered totally passed on bonus material except for 1 panel#why not be coy#it’s not like you’re heavily invested in this and need it to succeed#why build an audience#im sure a multiracial cast and centralized queer love stories just sell themselves to the general public no problem bc#we live in a world beyond bigotry#and you’re not up against a huge stable of competing streamers in a recession trying to convince ppl to spring for 1 more streaming service#i’m sure it’s fine#anyway i love these gd photos
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I have mentioned Ari is the best, right? ^^
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please join me for a session of gentle weeping in celebration of the beauty of our shared world
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Everyone, I am so happy to see Adriana Varejão in my dash??
She is a brazilian sculptor and artist who is probably one of the best creators of gore in formal art I've ever seen. Here's some more of her work.
She loves exploring portuguese tiling, and her work includes eras that are solely focused on tiles.
She has also went through phases where she explored cracks in ink and in tiling
And of course that evolved into bloody cracks and slashes on tiles, like the walls are living beings
Which then became her iconic meat walls, but I also love her pool paintings, it's a completely different kind of unsettling more akin to liminal spaces
I can't add more images because tumblr sucks but ADRIANA VAREJÃO. Pride of my fucking country I tell you
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*The people of the USA have a lot to complain about, but this is really quite bad. When you're dying faster than everybody else, people start to shun you
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do you ever look back at a childhood memory and think that it should have by all rights become a significant theme in your life and you wonder why the fuck those things/people haven’t come back around yet and then remember that your life isn’t a perfectly plotted out novel?
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Aww shucks. It’s almost like I asked for this opportunity. (I did. Thank you for indulging me, @laughingthelaughiest) General warnings for the description of things involved with terrible car accidents – aka screeching metal and lots of blood. Happy ending though, I promise! Nobody died.
I am six years old. My father plows snow in the winter months, which means that bolted onto the front of his work truck is a very heavy snow plow that – when not in use – rests primly about a foot above the ground like a lady lifting up her skirts as she steps over a puddle.
“Hey kiddo, do you want to come to work with me?” my dad asks one day during a relatively minor* snowstorm.
(* minor my ass)
Because there was nothing more exciting to me at this time in my life than sitting in a warm truck and watching what is essentially a large metal trough push tons of snow from one end of a parking lot to the other, I practically yell, “WHY YES DAD, THAT SOUNDS GREAT!!!” and we get in the truck.
Only instead of arriving at our intended destination, we encounter a car coming from the opposite direction that spins out on a patch of black ice and manages to hurtle broadside at full speed into the plow.
I am pretty much just flung forwards, and terrible things happen to my face when my body continues on its general trajectory towards the windshield. Thanks, momentum!
Luckily (and novel-like), there was a nurse a couple of cars behind us who stopped to see if everyone was okay. She opened my door to find that I was very clearly not okay, and while my father did his best to staunch the blood that was streaming down my face, she tasked herself with keeping me conscious until the paramedics arrived.
Being six and probably concussed, she didn’t talk to me about anything complicated. I did not know who the president was. I sure as heck couldn’t have told you the date. But my favorite subject in school? I know that! Reading! My favorite color? Yellow! My favorite animal? GIRAFFES.
It’s important at this stage to mention that this car accident occurred on a street where people lived, and there had been a group of boys playing in the snow two houses up from where the truck stopped. Boys + crushed cars + blood = apparently just riveting, because a couple of them were staring at me/the vehicles from a couple yards away.
At my presumably slurred but very enthusiastic response of “GIRAFFES!” one of these boys split off from the rest and hoofed it through the snow towards his house. I was too focused on wanting to sleep and the nurse not letting me to notice this, but it for sure happened. As you will see.
Several sirens later, I am loaded into the ambulance wearing a neck brace and what feels like all of the gauze on planet Earth. My dad climbs in next to me, and the paramedic is just about to shut the doors when there’s a very small voice from outside.
We are all as so:
- My father: probably still terrified that I’m going to die, literally could not care less what this other tiny child who is not his has to say, wants to get to the hospital, still has to call and tell my mom that I’m injured
- The paramedic: good at his job, knows I’m stable, has a moment to spare, leans back out of the ambulance.
- Myself: still in shock, staring up at the rows of medical supplies and disgustingly bright lighting, more concerned that my dad will crush my fingers than anything else going on in, say, the bleeding face area. (Severe head injury? Who’s she? DAD I KNOW YOU LOVE ME BUT PLEASE LET GO OF MY HAND THAT HURTS.)
- The boy who had hoofed it home and then evidently hoofed it right back: “Would you please give this to the little girl who got hurt?”
- Me now in the year 2018: wanting to cry because I still can’t believe this is a real thing that happened to me in real life and it wasn’t a dream it was real
So the paramedic says “Yes, of course. She’ll love it!” or something equally as efficient because I am still technically quite injured and they really do need to get to the hospital at some point. The boy leaves, the door is shut, the paramedic sets something on the stretcher next to me.
[pause for dramatic effect]
We tried to find the kid who gave him to me, but nothing ever came of it. In the back of my fully healed head I’m still waiting for the novel that must be my life to shoehorn that boy back into the plot. Where are you, giraffe man? I have to thank you for the best gift I’ve ever been given.
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Happy winter solstice! The light begins to return tomorrow!!
Happy summer solstice! The dark begins to return tomorrow!!
This post is applicable in both hemispheres on both solstices!
If you struggle to apply the post correctly try rotating it upside down.
¡sdlǝɥ ʎllɐǝɹ sᴉɥʇ 'sʞuɐɥ┴
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Anonymous asked:
Hi Virginia! I read the books many years ago and I just vaguely remember the trial in IWTV. Is there a description of how the trial went down in The Vampire Lestat? If so, are there relevant differencies between the two versions?
Thank you for your kindness and will to engage with the fandom, you're always a pleasure to read ❤️
Hey! Thank you! 💜
Yes, Lestat describes his POV for the trial in The Vampire Lestat. It’s not so much that there are discrepancies between his version and Louis’ version, but Lestat gives the full context of everything that happened to him before, during, and after the trial, and that changed things. It wasn’t in the minute details. It was in the narrative being pushed with how Louis framed the trial vs. how Lestat actually was at the trial, and this is what I think the show is going to hone in on.
In short, Louis portrayed Lestat as a machiavellian villain seeking revenge and demanding justice. He framed it as if Lestat had made a bargain, of sorts, with the coven in that Lestat could take Louis home with him in exchange for Claudia. Meanwhile, the coven played Lestat for a fool, and Louis basically concluded that all that is why Claudia was killed. Louis later comes to the understanding that Armand was the mastermind behind orchestrating every bit of that, and he could’ve prevented Claudia’s death if he wanted.
I think Louis’ version, more or less, is how the trial will initially be recounted in the show, but punched up in terms of Lestat’s villain era, because Armand is also now influencing the tale being told, and he very much has a beef with Lestat. I’m getting to that. 😅
Lestat’s version details his entire history with Armand, and that plays a huge part in why things happened like they did. Essentially, Armand was bitter and angry at Lestat because one, Lestat had inadvertently destroyed Armand’s coven and busted up his entire way of life and two, because Lestat refused to love Armand. There’s way more to it than that, but that’s the heart of the issue between them. Armand immediately clocked that Louis was Lestat’s fledgling, and that is the main reason for why he wanted Louis in the first place. Armand later genuinely falls for Louis, but that initial “I want you” attitude was rooted in Armand’s obsession with Lestat.
To make a very long story short, Lestat was under the impression that Armand was his friend. He goes to Armand for blood to help himself heal after Louis and Claudia attempted to kill him. Armand seizes the opportunity in Lestat’s moment of vulnerability, and he takes Lestat captive after realizing how much Lestat loves Louis and what Louis means to him. He holds Lestat prisoner in a dungeon, tortures him, and starves him to the point of borderline madness. He also fucks with his mind and makes Lestat say what Armand wants him to say at the trial in regards to Claudia trying to kill him. Lestat at the trial was addled, weak, injured, and starved. Armand had manipulated him under the guise that they wouldn’t hurt Louis if only Lestat would “tell the truth” about what happened with Claudia.
Lestat testifies and Claudia is killed, and they take him captive again. Armand later takes Lestat to the top of the tower in which Magnus turned Lestat and Lestat later gifted to Armand so that he’d have a place to live, and he tells Lestat that Louis is dead (he also told Louis that Lestat was dead) and basically that he did everything with the trial because Lestat destroyed his life and refused to love him. Armand then pushes Lestat off the tower, which breaks every bone in his body and further cripples him.
So yeah, the backstory and the context are hugely important, and they really do change the entire meaning of the trial. Especially when you realize that Lestat didn’t want revenge. He didn’t want Claudia killed. He loved her, and he blamed himself for her death all the way up to the Prince Lestat era.
#perfect synopsis#god going over it all again i just keep thinking...#i get they're doing the lestat villain era/warped storytelling POV bc it's a really fascinating kickass way to tell this story#but in real time/irl#man. the damage.#lestat is coming off as a wildly toxic character for several of our irl years (i mean granted#no one in tvc is an angel esp not lestat. however.)#and it's making me kind of...cray#2+ years of this character coming off like an infected asshole#when it's rare for a show to not be canceled early#(on the plus side SR is fucking awesome at serving insane cunt so we are well. fed.)#lol idk man i'm just risk-averse#i admire their solid brass cojones gambling on being able to pull lestat's ass out of the character assassination fire#and their gamble on not turning off those new to the universe to this uh yknow total keystone character#hang in there amc keep the faith
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who broke up with who🤔
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Source: instagram.com
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#he deadnames his child I deadname his website
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Paul Mescal and Andrew Scott Test How Well They Know Each Other
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Alright girls, you know what we need to do
They aren't ready for girlsterous
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Every time I see another ibuprofen post on this site I'm like STOP
STOP
Stop.
Take that after a meal. Take it with a big glass of water. Don't take it on an empty stomach EVER. Don't take it with alcohol. You will destroy your stomach. You will end up with an ulcer. You will vomit blood. I'm not exaggerating.
Yes, you. Yes, it will happen to cute little you. With your cute little bottle of miracles. Ibuprofen really does that to your body.
Love, an adult person over 35 who can't take NSAIDs anymore
That goes for Alleve (Naproxen Sodium) too! Aleve is worse on your stomach than Ibuprofen is.
Acetaminophen, not a NSAID, even more so that NSAIDS, should not be taken when drinking. No seriously, it causes liver and stomach damage (and it's particularly hard on the liver to start with).
Painkillers are great! But the common ones are still nasty on your stomach and liver and eventually they won't be an option for you. If you take them with care, you can extend how long you can keep using them.
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predatory development & leasing practices coupled with stagnating wages have led to a preponderance of studio & 1br apartments that's rapidly destroying the realworld dark kink sexual market out here. it's gotten to the point where "i want you to put me in your basement/shed" is essentially the same thing as saying "i want you to fly me to monaco in your private jet." where is she even supposed to keep me tied up? the 4'x5' balcony? the open-floor-plan combination living room and kitchen? Enough.
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how much do I need right now. once in a while i wish spam was real. but only once in a while.