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Wow!!!! *Orders some for all over the house*
And so he ran after me all the way back to the hotel, all the way across the rooftops, where I hoped to lose him, until I leaped in the window of the parlor and turned in rage and slammed the window shut. He hit it, arms outstretched, like a bird who seeks to fly through glass, and shook the frame.
Louis de Pointe du Lac describing my absolute favourite moment in the entire series that needs to be talked about more. (via just-another-vcblog)
What book is this from, i need to know , what did i miss (via vampatiddy)
I too love the same things about Daniel as you, his unflinching persistence to get what he want is originally what first attracted me to him especially since I was very weak willed when I was younger. But now, though it may have seemed different in the ask, I feel a more maternal instinct towards him rather than a romantic interest, I’d rather see him safe than as my sweetheart. It’s very interesting to watch opinions and feeling towards characters change, like for example how you feel about Claudia. Sorry if this isn’t making sense I tend to ramble
One of the great things about fiction is that we can revisit how we feel about characters at different points in our lives. I know I felt differently about Claudia as I got older. I think I had an idea of what she felt when I first read IWTV, but as an adult I can better understand how devastating it must have been for her, and how frustrating for her ‘parents’ who were unable to help guide her in any significant way re: the fact that she would never physically age ;A;
With Daniel, I admit he’s not one of the characters I engaged with as much as others, so I can’t really speak specifically to your comments about him. You may change your opinion again as you get older, too. I always liked that he seemed to fly by the seat of his pants, and was ballsy enough to just keep asking for what he wanted, knowing Armand wouldn’t give it to him. That even in his darkest moments, he demonstrated an inquisitive nature, and was obviously capable of giving/receiving love. That’s inspiring, at least to me.
He’s one of the first VC characters (Jesse is another one) who we get to spend significant time with in canon as a mortal, and get an idea about what it’s like to get involved with vampires; it can’t be easy to just sit down and be quiet when you have one of these supernatural beings fixated on you!
I feel a more maternal instinct towards him rather than a romantic interest, I’d rather see him safe than as my sweetheart.
^Awww, this is lovely! With fictional characters, we can have it both ways, at different times in our lives, in different parts of canon or in fanfic, we can feel more protective, and in others, we might feel more of a romantic attraction, and sometimes there’s an overlap, it’s fluid.
I think this is why real ppl call their lovers/partners/significant others/etc. the endearing “baby,” or variations of that, it might come from a need to protect someone they see as precious as a family member. Marriage brings ppl together into being chosen family ❤ And of course the vampires maker/fledgling relationships bind them physiologically like family.
mah boi decided to put a bible to good use by pressing flowers w/it, screw actually reading it; plus, he’s immortalizing the flowers (in a dead state), so it’s kinda like he’s vamping them up too, idk
This is actually the last request. Thank you to everyone who asked for something! I hope I was able to make someone at least a little bit happy with my stuff. Love y’all ;*
isnt it weird that we cant ride any other animals except horses. like if horses weren’t a thing humans would be fucked cause we couldn’t ride any other animals. like riding animals just wouldn’t really be a thing. we should probably be more grateful to horses
I stopped. I put my arm around him. I held him close to me. “I’m Lestat,” I said in a low voice. “Your Lestat. I’m the same Lestat you’ve always known, and no matter how I’m changed, I’m stil the same being.” “I know,” he said warmly. I kissed him. I pressed my lips to his and I held this kiss for a long silent moment. And then I gave into a silent wave of feeling, and I took him in my arms. I held him tight against me. I felt his unmistakable silken skin, his soft shining black hair. I heard the blood throbbing in him, and time dissolved, and it seemed I was in some old and secret place, some warm tropical grotto we’d once shared, ours alone in some way, with the scent of sweet olive blossoms and the whisper of moist breeze. “I love you,” I whispered. In a low intimate voice, he answered: “My heart is yours.” – PL, p.435
one thing me n my art loving gf would do is visit galleries and play a game called “root, loot or boot”
the gist is that you would look at a group of paintings in a room and decide which figure in the painting you’d root (fuck, in Australian slang), which painting you’d loot (steal and put on your wall at home) and which painting you’d boot (punt into the garbage because it’s shit and Not Art)
a couple of things about my experiences:
1. this game is a lot more fun if you’re attracted to women because there’s so many Hot Gals to choose from
2. if you are attracted to men, you will spend a lot of time going “well, looks like I’ll have to pick jesus again” as my bi gf did
3. it gets more complicated in modern art museums and you find yourself having saying, “I’d fuck the rhombus” “you CAN’T fuck the rhombus” “then I’ll fuck that blue squiggle thing. what’s it called?” “creeping existential dread in blue” “then does that mean I’m fucking the squiggle or am I getting fucked by the existential dread it represents?” “aren’t we all already getting fucked by existential dread?”
4. if you play this with an art history nerd, they may decide to kill you over one of your “boot” choices
5. you will get Disapproving Looks from other patrons who overhear your heated debates
6. it’s also the best fun you’ll ever have in an art gallery
I-want-my-IWTV 