I finally found the original short film of What We Do in the Shadows! Supposedly there are 140 hours of this kind of improvised footage from the feature-length film that were edited out. Ohh, what Tumblr could do with it.
The holiday season is coming up and if you’re being rude to a retail worker while they’re pulling off a 12+ hour shift cause it’s a holiday, you’re going directly to hell and i’m sending you there myself.
Rating: Mature! Words: 4295 Pairing: Lestat/Louis Summary: Bday BDSM, this time for Lestat’s bday. Got weirder, oops.
Supplemental Material: Title borrowed from Type O Negative but it’s like, a silent track and I’m being a troll. Mostly because this creative process was brought to you by super Type O vibes like Creepy Green Light and Love You to Death but the lyrics on those songs don’t work for me AT ALL!!! But I still want a nod to Type O/Type O Bday Motif thing so. Deal with it.
Notes: A DAY LATE cause I do way too much research over dumb shit that no one will notice lmao. Huge s/o to @sangcreole / @covenofthearticulate / @theballadofmrslovett for giving me some advice on FRENCH STUFF ur the best thnx pal.
That was beautiful
It really was! Also—so glad Louis was referred to as an “equerry” of Lestat’s and not a “consort,” like that damn Wikipedia page.
A Lestat birthday fic that really encompasses a likely possibility of what occurred this last Tuesday.
I want you so terribly. I want you in every sense, but I want you quite terribly. You know how. You’ve no idea what it is like with me. I tried to tell you once in Monte Carlo. Something must be done about it. You don’t realize a great many things about me. I am terribly and unashamedly passionate, how passionate I don’t suppose even you know. I wouldn’t like you to know. All the force of that passion is centred on you. I want you, I desire you, in addition to everything else, as I have never desired anyone in my life (I can’t see anyone even ordinarily pretty without being emotionally stirred, so what do you suppose I feel about you?). In the tunnel I shut my eyes and I seemed to feel you bending over me, and kissing my lips. O Mitya, mon amour, ma vie, reviens. Il faut que tu reviennes [my life, my love, come back. You must come back].
Violet Trefusis, in a letter to Vita Sackville-West, dated 9 May 1919. (via sangfroidwoolf)
The voices of little girls are so powerful and profound because they haven’t yet been completely eaten away at by social conditioning.
“I am a rich pie filled with knowledge. I will not be eaten.” Holy fuck my new motto.
Transcription (with original line breaks):
The true feminine
I am not sugar and spice and everything nice. I am music, I am art. I am a story. I am a church bell, gonging out wrongs and rights and normal nights. I was baby. I am child. I will be mother. I don’t mind being considered beautiful, I do not allow that to be my definition. I am a rich pie strong with knowledge. I will not be eaten.
i’m not kidding, this poem shook me to my core. it inspired me more than any famous poet in the past few months. this little girl is going to influence the world in such a beautiful way.
Yesterday I passed a group of four young girls selling cookies on the corner.
“Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?” asked one of them, who was probably twelve or thirteen.
Thinking this was a funny opportunity to quote the Adams Family, I asked, “Are they made with real Girl Scouts?”
The girl didn’t miss a beat. “Oh yes,” she said, “The little ones taste best.”
You should NEVER test little girls on that road because they will absolutely take you down it
Every year, the Girl Scouts come to my door. Different ones every year.
Every year when I answer the door, they say, “Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies they’re made with real Girl Scouts”.
I suspect the troop leaders in my neighborhood have a map with my house clearly marked on it, with a note of what to say to me. And every year, I buy at least one box of Thin Mints.
I-want-my-IWTV 