Me: so the next time I go to the bonfire
(there will be a next time) I will pick a different outfit
Friend: what kind of dress are you going for?
Me: like an 1860s hoop skirt and corset job
Friend: -_- i’m afraid you’ll run away to
oak alley
Me: I’m not gonna run away to /Pointe du Lac/. just musing. Daydreaming.
Friend: ok, good. it is 3pm,
peak daydream time
Me: i daydream 100% of my conscious
time
Friend: no wonder you don’t do drugs
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.
in the early years, armand questions daniel ceaselessly about where he goes and what he does. daniel has had enough.
alt caption: pornography with the vampire.
//well that’s it I’m dead. Those two arts killed me. I have expired. See u in hell guys
Armand is totally judging those actors: “You know, Daniel, I was the director of a theatre -”
“I know,”
“I have vast experience in actor’s performances-”
“I KNOW!”
“- and this acting is terrible, Daniel. Terrible.”
“…"
ooc: I just love how totally unsexy watching it with Armand would be.
“I don’t understand why this titillates you. Is it merely watching the act or is there something about these people?” Squints. “Their clothes?”
“Yes, Armand, I’m turned on by pizza delivery uniforms.”
“That explains the empty boxes in every motel room.”
Daniel side-eyes him. “Did you just make a joke?”
“Why is she mentioning her husband? That seems like an inefficient way to seduce a man.”
Daniel rolls his eyes. “The threat of discovery is exciting.”
“Why is he still holding the pizza? Surely if she’s felatting him, he can put it down–”
Daniel clicks off the television. “You know what. I’m going to go get more beer.” Looks back down at the VCR. “Maybe some whiskey.”
Awww! such things u say *u*
But also, picture Lestat saying this to Louis as they’re cuddled up together:
Lestat: “Everything about you makes me happy!”
Louis: *smiles* “That’s so sweet of you.”
Lestat: “Everything except when you burn my stuff,”
Louis: “…”
Lestat: “…and when you cut your hair, and wear ragged clothes, when you lie about me to the press, and when you try to kill me, for whatever reason, and when you date my arch-nemesis-”
Louis: *sighs*
in the early years, armand questions daniel ceaselessly about where he goes and what he does. daniel has had enough.
alt caption: pornography with the vampire.
//well that’s it I’m dead. Those two arts killed me. I have expired. See u in hell guys
Armand is totally judging those actors: “You know, Daniel, I was the director of a theatre -”
“I know,”
“I have vast experience in actor’s performances-”
“I KNOW!”
“- and this acting is terrible, Daniel. Terrible.”
“…"
Armand: I am all knowing.
Gabrielle: I am above this.
Marius: I am never wrong.
Akasha: I AM THE QUEEN.
Lestat: I AM INFINITE.
Louis: ……..
I know nothing of God… or the Devil.
I have never seen a vision, nor learned a secret, that would damn or save my soul.
The world changes, we do not; therein lies the irony that finally kills us.
I want some more.
And here it is. I hate you both!
Locked together in hatred. But I can’t hate you
I was mortal until you gave me your immortal kiss.
You became my mother and my father, and so I’m yours forever.
But now it’s time to end it. Now it’s time to leave him.
I’ll put you in your coffin!
Your evil is that you cannot be evil. And I shall suffer for it no longer!
Don’t be afraid. I’m going to give you the choice I never had.
Evildoers are easier… and they taste better.
All I need to find you is to follow the corpses of rats.
Evil is a point of view. God kills indiscriminitely, and so shall we, for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him… as ourselves.
I assume I need no introduction.
Have you heard enough? I’ve had to listen to that for centuries!
I’m flesh and blood, but not human. I haven’t been human for 200 years.
Most of all, I longed for death. I know that now. I invited it. A release from the pain of living. My invitation was open to anyone. To the whore at my side. To the pimp that followed. But it was a vampire that accepted.
And then I said farewell to sunlight, and set out to become what I became.
Forgive me if I have a lingering respect for life.
I go on, night after night. I feed on those who cross my path. But all my passion went with her golden hair. I’m a spirit of preternatural flesh. Detached. Unchangeable. Empty.
Whiny coward of a vampire who prowls the night feeding on… rats and poodles! You could have finished us both!
You condemned me to hell!
I don’t know any hell.
You should consider yourself lucky. In Paris, a vampire must be clever for many reasons.
But you must know something about the meaning of it all
You’ll soon run out of chickens
Where are we?
Where do you think, my idiot friend? We’re in a nice, filthy cemetery. Does this make you happy? Is this fitting, proper enough?
We belong in Hell.
And what if there is no Hell, or they don’t want us there? Ever think of that?
They had forgotten the first lesson, that we are to be powerful, beautiful, and without regret.
And as much as your invitation might appeal to me, I must regretfully decline.
Drink from me and live forever.
Buffy: So let me get this straight. You’re… “Dracula.” The guy, the count.
Dracula: I am.
Buffy: And you’re sure this isn’t just some fanboy thing? Cause I’ve fought more than a couple of pimply overweight vamps that called themselves Lestat.
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