lestat: *starts to do literally anything*
everyone: hoe don’t do it
lestat: *does it harder*
everyone: oh my god
+ Ever regret not jumping Lestat’s bones on that boat while he was mortal and in your soon-to-be-body?
Looking back on it now, despite my moral conflict over the idea of bedding such a youthful body, and concerned about my failing in being able to deliver any satisfaction to Lestat with mine, I do regret not engaging in that intimacy with him back then. It would have created all manner of additional difficulties for us.
The friendship we shared certainly couldn’t have survived the encounter without becoming something deeper. I did want Lestat, no shame in saying so, and if I had given in to my desire for him then I doubt recovering from it would be an option. He has been (mostly) careful about engaging me in attempts for intimacy since my turning. Out of respect for me or due to his own concerns, I cannot say.
He is dangerous for me. By giving into my lust even once I fear that I would become fixated on exploring it further. And since I cannot even promise that any such attempt wouldn’t end in disaster, who knows whether it will ever come to pass.
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- I think there are smaller puff pastries hello u live down the street from cafe du monde
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- Louis is like Oh plz no oh shit should i get involved have i ever gotten involved-
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- who’s leakingz strawberry filling naow?
me: I’m queen of hell I’m the baddest bitch look at my eyebrows
for eibhlis97 ❤
I love it so much!
*u*
Victorian glass casket; child’s
“She
wanted a coffin of her own now, which left me more wounded than I would let her
see…
We were
to go to the coffinmaker’s. A play, a tragedy in one act: I to leave her in his
little parlor and confide to him in the anteroom that she was to die. Talk of
love, she must have the best, but she must not know;
and the coffinmaker, shaken with the tragedy of it, must make it for her,
picturing her laid there on the white satin, dabbing a tear from his eye
despite all the years…
`But
why must she die?’ he begged me, as if I were God who ordained it. `Her heart,
she cannot live,’ I said, the words taking on for me a peculiar power, a
disturbing resonance.
…And
there the coffin lay in our bedroom, where she watched it often by the hour
when it was new, as if the
thing were moving or alive or unfolded some mystery to her little by little, as
things do which change. But she did not sleep in it. She slept with me.”
– Louis de Pointe du Lac, Interview with the Vampire
Sweet Jesus I found these while lost in the weird part of the Internet and almost choked to death.
Oh my god remarried THERE’S A WHOLE SET OF THESE!!!
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- I think there are smaller puff pastries hello u live down the street from cafe du monde
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- Louis is like Oh plz no oh shit should i get involved have i ever gotten involved-
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- who’s leakingz strawberry filling naow?
me: I’m queen of hell I’m the baddest bitch look at my eyebrows
for eibhlis97 ❤
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OOC: PSA
In the future can we please just agree as a fandom to keep issues that could be easily handled privately private?
There was an issue with this recently that caused someone to leave the community. Calling another writer out in a public display of personal unhappiness doesn’t strengthen this fandom – it weakens it and causes those writers already at their limit to question whether the Tumblr community is even worth continuing with. No one deserves to be made a public spectacle.
If you have issues, take it to that individual in their askbox. That’s what they are there for. Resolving issues on a one on one basis seems a far better solution than throwing anyone else under the bus for everyone else to see. That makes things highly uncomfortable for those of us not involved in the situations.
This has become a disconcerting habit in this fandom lately and I am only speaking up to make an appeal that it please stop. Everyone is free to have a differing opinion, of course. I normally tend to be quiet about these things but this trend is maddening to see and uncomfortable to be exposed to.
Thanks.
^This so very much.
