How I Met Your Father’s Mother [X dialogue from Brooklyn Nine Nine]
What were some of your favorite things to eat, and things to do outside in the daytime when you were alive? What do you wish you could do again?
A bitter sweet smile found her lips as she glanced out the window, imagining the sun light. “I don’t really remember a lot of when I was human….sometimes a have dreams about it though…like old memories…laughing in the sun, playing hop scotch, and skipping rocks into the swamps. Eating icecream, brownies, I loved sweets….I think I did….going to the French quarter and shopping during the day was so different than at night….crêpes were my favorite.” Resting her head on her hand she sighed. “I use to have dreams of picking flowers in the sun…fading memories….playing with my dolls in the grass…rolling down hills…I miss it all and I wish I could have experienced it with them…Lestat and Louis..”
Some people aren’t going to like what you write. Write it anyway.
Some people, people you know objectively suck at being a human being, will get more kudos, more comments, more recs. Write it anyway.
Some of your friends aren’t going to read what you write. Write it anyway.
Some of the people you support the most won’t support your work. Write it anyway.
Some people are going to say your characterization is 100% wrong. X would never. Write it anyway.
It’s been done before. Write it anyway.
Your writing might not measure up to the fandom greats. Write it anyway. (I can guarantee they didn’t measure up at some point either)
Some people aren’t going to rec your work. Write it anyway. (And make your own recs)
Write it anyway.
Write it anyway.
Write it anyway.
honestly interview with the vampire was such a great, beautiful book that was put together so neatly and precisely
and then you open up to the first line of the vampire lestat and you know shit is about to just get wrecked
I am SUCH a sucker for the ‘grisly, damaged adult man who has to suddenly care for and protect an abandoned child and it’s NOT creepy’ trope. like give me more reluctant makeshift dads pleaze
Yet another Lestat sketch
It had been centuries since I last picked up a paintbrush
daily reminder lestat’s mother gave lestat her expensive heirlooms so he could sell it and use the money to run away to paris with his boyfriend
Yes for some Gabrielle appreciation.
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