obsessional-ram:

@i-want-my-iwtv

Great now I have to draw lestat with glasses too THANK YOU OH MY GOD MAYBE EVEN HAVE HIM WITH A WARM FLUFFY SCARF -DIES-

#DO THE THING

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If you had to wear glasses, lestat, what would they look like? Pictures?

♛Actually, I do wear glasses from time to time, gives me an intellectual air. It also gives me something to fuss with during tense moments in therapy with Louis so that I don’t wring his pretty little neck. Which, justified or not, still tends to weaken my position. 

I assume your question means aside from sunglasses, of course. Which you know about already, my preference for violet-tinted. I highly recommend it. Everything I look at is washed over with a dreamy lens. Je vois la vie en rose, so to speak. Improves one’s mood immensely. 

The only glasses that look terrible on my face shape are the iconic circular ones popularized by John Lennon.

Ah well, can’t have it all. *sighs*

I also don’t like this modern frame-less look, at least for men. It lacks the warmth of the human touch of frame design and craftsmanship. 

I favor glasses that flatter my bone structure, generally wide but not too rectangular, to enhance my cheekbones. Large lenses are necessary to balance the strong jawline and my voluminous hair, but I like a casual material for the frames like tortoise-shell or black plastic.

When the fabric you’re wearing is Serious (like velvet or leather), accessories should be more relaxed.


Fairly certain these are tortoise-shell Ray-Bans, the icing on the slice of cake that is this male model:

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This Aaron Tveit has good taste (and looks like he tastes good, too…) 

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Here’s Josh Hutcherson, who I’m enjoying more and more the more I see of him:

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Justin Timberlake, the reigning “Prince of Pop,” oui? We could make such beautiful music together… Would love to raid his closet. With him present. As he tries to defend it. Mmmmmm…

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Act V, Scene I

Hamlet: Why is it so hard for some people to stop being assholes?
Horatio: I don’t know, you tell me.
Hamlet: That’s the thing– no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop acting this way. I know how self absorbed I am. I know I can be cynical, jealous, hateful, even abusive at times. I know that I’m privileged to get away with half the things I do. Self awareness is not something I lack.
Horatio: Then what do you lack? Advancement?
Hamlet: Self control. I lack self control.

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St. Patrick’s Cathedral, NYC, 11/7/15.

“I lifted the long wax wick, dipped it into an old flame, and
carried the fire to a fresh candle, watched the little tongue grow
orange and bright.

What a miracle, I thought. One tiny flame could make so many
other flames; one tiny flame could set afire a whole world. Why, I
had, with this simple gesture, actually increased the sum total of
light in the universe, had I not?

…«But why, Lestat?»

Because she was beautiful, because she was dying, because I
wanted to see if it would work. Because nobody wanted her and she was
there, and I picked her up and held her in my arms. Because it was
something I could accomplish, like the little candle flame in the
church making another flame and still retaining its own light – my way
of creating, my only way, don’t you see? One moment there were two of
us, and then we were three.

…«Are we close to God when we create something out of
nothing? When we pretend we are the tiny flame and we make other
flames?»

… I dipped it into an old flame, and made a new one burst
into being, hot and yellow and finally steady, giving off the sharp
perfume of burnt wax. I was about to say the words «For Gretchen,»
when I realized that it was not for her at all that I had lighted the
candle.

For Claudia, my precious beautiful Claudia? No, not for her
either, much as I loved her …

I knew the candle was for me.” – Lestat de Lioncourt, Tale of the Body Thief

So I lit a candle for a fictional character on his birthday at a real cathedral mentioned as a location in canon #NO REGRETS