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There is a reason that most fanfiction authors, specifically girls, start with a Mary Sue. It’s because girls are taught that they are never enough. You can’t be too loud, too quiet, too smart, too stupid. You can’t ask too many questions or know too many answers. No one is flocking to you for advice. Then something wonderful happens. The girl who was told she’s stupid finds out that she can be a better wizard than Albus Dumbledore. And that is something very important. Terrible at sports? You’re a warrior who does backflips and Legolas thinks you’re THE BEST. No friends? You get a standing ovation from Han Solo and the entire Rebel Alliance when you crash-land safely on Hoth after blowing up the Super Double Death Star. It’s all about you. Everyone in your favorite universe is TOTALLY ALL ABOUT YOU.

I started writing fanfiction the way most girls did, by re-inventing themselves.

Mary Sues exist because children who are told they’re nothing want to be everything.

{UnWinona}: The Importance of Mary Sue (via ultralaser)
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tickedtabbyflower:

armandromanus:

thinkingnonsensically:

//The complete truth. I do, I wanna kiss his hair. And I respect him so much. Look at me, getting emotional over a fictional character. X/ I need to fall in love with real people for a change.

[Real people aren’t nearly as interesting as fictional characters, and when they are, they are equally vicious and dangerous so it’s hard for me to stay. That’s a difficult situation right there haha. Let me just be surrounded by fictional characters, then…

But the inspiration for a fictional character comes from someone somewhere. An event or even multiple events that we see and can put together to make one being and lifestory for them, so technically when we fall in love with a fictional character aren’t we falling in love with all humanity that resembles those traits?

Blood.

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damnitarmand:

Since memories triggered by scent are the strongest…

Send my muse a scent and see how they’ll react to it.

Blood is a multitude of things for me. I am not certain I can form them all into words.

Hunting. The heady drum of mortal pulses as I extinguish them, swallowing them down.

Pleasure and pain.

Crimson and copper from the fount of Daniel’s throat and every other place on his body that I can draw from. Love and desire.

The sweet, redolent sting of heat and the first touch of safety when I first tasted Marius.

Fear. Dim shadows. Extinguished light.

As with all things, one could speak forever and only begin to reach the heart of it. Blood is a well of memory, held within our veins, waiting to be tapped.

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i-want-my-iwtv:

synchronein:

i-want-my-iwtv:

Murder dads 

{X}

The difference in their expressions killed me.

I know right??! This shot happens so quickly in the movie that it’s easy to miss; it needed to be extracted for proper enjoyment *u*

coldinhumanity: #//OHH I LIKE THIS #//FUNNY HOW YOU CAN SEE THAT LOUIS DOESN’T THINK FURTHER THAN FEELING SORRY FOR HER PAIN #//WHEREAS LESTAT IS CLEARLY SKIPPING AHEAD TO HOW INSANELY BADLY THIS CAN GO #//BECAUSE HE HAS EXPERIENCE WITH MAD AND FURIOUS VAMPIRES AND HE’S ONLY JUST REALISING HOW CLAUDIA WILL TURN OUT; WHAT SHE’S CAPABLE OF #//SKLDFJGH I LOVE THESE IDIOT CHARACTERS SO MUCH #OOC

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thirstttqueen:

brown eyes are beautiful.

brown eyes are dark, rich, and decadent; they remind me of freshly turned earth after rain. sometimes they’re so dark they become inky, almost-black, full of depths you can’t begin to fathom. when sunlight hits them suddenly they are brilliant and clear, like perfectly worn sea glass or water in a stream running over driftwood and stones.

brown eyes are beautiful.

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zevransbutt:

you should all go read the vampire chronicles for

  • pansexual polyamorous vampires who dress sharp as fuck and become rockstars
  • egyptian queens who literally crush hearts
  • 17 year-old russian ginger boys who for some reason are played by antonio banderas in the movie
  • small vampire girls who r like the embodiment of the oedipus complex
  • broody dark-haired nerds who r so beautiful the author has to describe their perfect face for 5 pages before the plot can continue

i honestly think rose added to the otherwise very male-dominated story by having her own pov chapters, and i thought her story was kind of a nice side thing?? maybe thats just me lmao

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shroudsinvenice:

vagabonddaniel:

merciful-death:

ooc; Ehhh, she just felt very out of place, we got literally no explanation as to of who she was and why Lestat was there (which I guess we might get that in Blood Paradise), and her story read very much like Mary Sue fanfiction I would have read when I was twelve years old on fanfiction.net.  But, of course, as I’ve stated before, Lestat himself is a Mary Sue, so I guess I can’t put a whole lot of judgement there.

I think my issue with Rose is just that I don’t see what she actually gave to the story.  She seemingly had a major part, yet I feel like if she was subtracted from it all, the story would remain the same.  Anne’s guilty of doing this thing where she introduces a bunch of new characters, yet never actually fleshes out any of her previous characters.  We got all of this stuff about Rose, and yet we had chapters where Armand, Bianca, and Daniel were all within the same house and didn’t even acknowledge each other’s existence.  Hell, Armand was practically not there throughout most of the book.  And I would have honestly taken chapters of Bianca explaining what she’s been up to over Rose’s seemingly random story.

But that’s also just my opinion.

Same. I have a problem with throwing in a pointless female character just to have more ladies. Especially when you’re literally adding 6 or 7 people to the cast (or bringing them back from the dead). A lot of the stories were redundant or totally pointless (Killer… Cyril?) but Rose not only felt exactly like a low-rent Mona or weird new Jesse, she never serves any purpose or does anything interesting (this is also true of several of the men, especially Killer.. why Killer? We don’t care. We liked Baby Jenks, not this dick.) We’re supposed to care about her because we’re told Lestat and Louis do, but that’s it. It’s just not enough. If I were her editor, I’d have begged her to cut the Rose stuff for the sake of pacing. There’s no immediate need to pair Vikki up with anyone. 

And yes, if she wanted to add more ladies, Gabrielle was a bad ass – give her a chapter. Lestat is her son. We would care way more about her. Or Bianca! She’s seeing Armand for the first time in forever, seeing his fledgling for the first time, etc. etc. So many better options with established characters we already care about. 

That said, I get why people might like Rose. If she was a side-story, if she were part of a different book, she has some potential. Like Jesse, a girl raised unknowningly by vampires in some fashion is a cool concept. I just feel like it didn’t fit at all in this book. It needed more explanation and characterization than it got. 

I agree with you. Looking back, I liked Rose/her story well enough (though I felt she had too little personality) until she was treated as being irreparably!broken! by the knowledge of vampires – I’m sorry, she lived through all that horrible abuse at the school, but semi-sleeping through Lestat cutting off Rhosh’s hand and arm is the thing that breaks her? As someone once said, puh-leeze, babycakes! 

Also, Lestat of all people ought to know after what happened to Nicki that turning someone who’s having a mental breakdown involving vampires is not an automatic solution!

^PREACH

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damnitarmand:

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

So many associate you with flames, with fire and the quick-spark flash of your temper when you are wounded deeply. I remember you like the sound and sensation of Paris rain; the way that it maps itself over stained glass and air-spun spires and seeps into every possible crevice, marking even stone in its passing. It turns the bare bones of a city lost in time into a thing of wonder, hidden amongst the tendrils of fog so that only a few may pass through it without becoming lost. That is you, a secretive kingdom unto yourself that others cannot resist trying to explore, trying to understand. By your very nature, you change everything around you. You are as inevitable as that rainfall and you will not be denied. The maddening part about it is that you are rarely conscious of it. So few divine the strings of your mysterious code that some doubt that you are ever to be moved.

I know differently. I know something of the grace and rage and determination that you possess, enough to know that I should never have tried to hold it and keep it for my own. You ran through my fingers like water whenever I tried too hard to grasp you. These hands are not hands that could contain you or touch you as you were really meant to be touched, and they never should have tried.