claudia-lilvampire:

BRYAN FULLER WILL BE PRODUCING THE VAMPIRE CHRONICLES TV SERIES!!!!!!! ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

Christopher posted this on the Facebook page of the Vampire Chronicles:

“Christopher here, with an exciting announcement about our show. Sometime in the 1980’s, a young teenager from Washington State, who dreamed of working in Hollywood one day, decided it was his destiny to write a film adaptation of a novel called INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE. So that teenager did what any resourceful, gifted and determined young person would do in such an instance; he got a copy of the San Francisco phone book and checked to see if the novel’s author had a listed phone number.

It turns out she did. To his astonishment, the author, my mother Anne Rice, answered the phone herself when he called, and when this young man declared his intentions to adapt her book for the big screen, she gave him the number of the producer in Hollywood who owned the rights. Naturally, the producer’s response was something along the lines of, “You’re too young, kid. Go hone your talent. Maybe someday.”

Today I’m thrilled to inform you that the young man of which I speak is Bryan Fuller, who grew up to be one of television’s most innovative creative forces, responsible for such an amazing array of shows as HANNIBAL, DEAD LIKE ME and PUSHING DAISIES. Even better, the opportunity he asked for all those years ago has finally arrived.

It’s our great pleasure to officially announce that Bryan has become a member of the creative family working to bring the story of the vampire Lestat to television. For a year now, my mother and I have had the joy of working with creative partners at Paramount Television and Anonymous Content who share our vision for a prestigious, long-form, high quality and high production value television series focusing on the journey of the immortal Lestat as he travels the lengths of the vampire world detailed in The Vampire Chronicles. Almost instantly after we sold the rights last April, we knew we were working with some of the finest producers television had to offer. And those producers knew that Bryan would be a perfect addition to our creative team.

For months now, we’ve been developing written material that focuses Lestat’s story for television while also delivering on the promises Mom made to her fans last year when she first announced her intentions for the show. We’re confident this material will garner more exciting announcements in the months ahead. But for now, please help us welcome this brilliant and wildly talented force to Team Vampire Chronicles.

If you’d like to hear Bryan tell the story of his fateful, teenage phone call to his favorite author, I’ve included a clip from his interview with The Dinner Party Show in the comments below. Bryan and I will be together tonight, along with our friend and fellow writer, Eric Shaw Quinn, at the Hollywood premiere of THE ALIENIST, another eagerly anticipated adaptation of a popular novel, and a show that we’re sure will demonstrate to all why Paramount and Anonymous are the perfect home for Lestat and all of his fledglings, fellow vampires and rivals.”

Sometime in the 1980’s, a young teenager from Washington State, who dreamed of working in Hollywood one day, decided it was his destiny to write a film adaptation of a novel called INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE.

… To his astonishment, the author, my mother Anne Rice, answered the phone herself when he called, and when this young man declared his intentions to adapt her book for the big screen,

she gave him the number of the producer in Hollywood who owned the rights. Naturally, the producer’s response was something along the lines of, “You’re too young, kid. Go hone your talent. Maybe someday.” Today I’m thrilled to inform you that… the opportunity he asked for all those years ago has finally arrived.

DREAMS DO COME TRUE!!1

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mknicht:

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baphometkin:

this comic makes me tear up every time i see it

redversaillesrose:

Aaaaaalrighty then!

2018 is approaching (three hours more to go where I am, so pls tag your 2018 spoilers) and I decided I want to make a toast.

Not as in toasted bread, of course, the kind of toast with glasses and alcohol. Unless you don’t do the alcohol thing like me, you can have something else. I’m gonna go with sparkling water.

An internet tumblr fandom toast.

I want to raise my virtual imaginary glass of sparkling water (which is quite fancy btw) to all the lovely people in this fandom.

To the new ones and the old ones, to the ones who multifandom and the ones who keep things neat and tagged (teach me ur secrets), to the ones who cosplay I adore you like that lady in the theater, u know, this one

To the fanfic writers, all of you, no matter how angsty the fics get, thank you for taking so much time of your lives to create the things you create and share them with us, I would fight Lestat outside the Palais Royal for any of you and your fics. Like easy peesy, I’ll read out loud one of the heartbreaking ones and bitch will drown in his own tears. Yall savage.

To the fanartists, like, how could I possibly express my feelings for yall, have you seen what yall do???? Like????? Thank you for giving me backgrounds for every single one of my devices, you are all so brilliant and creative and talented it’s insane, and if it were up to me, you are the artists I would put in the Chronicles. Like, Botticelli? Idk her. But have you seen the VC fandom artists tho? Damn. Idk who the renaissance artists are, but they must have used the VC fanarts for refference. Fight me.

RPers. I need to talk about you. Have you all got any idea how hard it is to explain to my friends why am I squeeling like a piglet when I read your scenes? Idk how the things are called but listen, they are wonderful. Like, don’t fuck with me like that man, yall be the vampires for real, there is no other possible explanation to how sublime yall are. That ain’t no roleplay, those are actual Lesty and Lou there. Keep fighting me I can do this all night.

I am grateful for this lovely bunch of kiddos I had the pleasure of running into here at tumblr. I am grateful for the VC Inktober for giving me a reason not to be salty over my lack of Halloween, for the Secret Santas who gave us all so many beautiful gifts in so many different forms, and to all those wonderful people who make it happen! The mods and admins who take the time to organize so many different people and make sure no one is left w/o their present and who also make presents themselves like yall are actually irl Santas and I love you all so much.

YALL KNOW WHAT ELSE I’M GRATEFUL FOR? THE BADASS COVEN OF THE INARTICULATE like I know my tags speak for themselves and there’s literally no way in Hell I can put words to how happy the podcasts make me and like it’s so cool? Four people from ALL OVER THIS BITCHASS WORLD getting together T W I C E a month and making time from their actual irl lives to not only discuss for over an hour about the vampires but also edit the podcast, make sure it sounds right and organizing the entire thing with the topics yall gonna go over and sharing with us your points of view and opinions in this beautiful way bc like, it could have just been a blog with four admins but yall went LOL NOPE and made the PODCASTS LIKE DISCUSSING THINGS WITH EACHOTHER WITH YOUR IRL VOICES listen I am very passionate about COI, I will FIGHT GABRIELLE BARE HANDED AND BLINDFOL… ‘k maybe not Gabs, who fucks with her, but you get where I’m going.

Anyways, this got long. What I’m trying to say is that I’m very grateful and happy that I get to share time with you guys. You are all great. I hope you have as good of a year as I did by sharing it with you.

To another great year with you and many more, to a VC series before 2019 and to you all ❤️

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dylexa:

Guys, whatever happens tomorrow, I just want to say thank you for helping make the internet such a strong source of strength and inspiration for me and other artists and writers out there. I’ve gotten so much motivation from seeing other people’s works…you may not realize it, but that fanfic, that fanart, anything you’ve contributed, may have kept some people alive. Being in such a creative community has been one of my greatest sources of strength…and now, I’m scared of losing that.

Please. Please sign the petitions. Call your reps. Call the FCC. Please, we need so much help right now.

4lung:

4lung:

what if net neutrality ends three weeks from now and I suddenly just don’t have a job anymore

Write an email or make a phone call to your local congressman or click this link to send a message to FCC Chairman Ajit Pai

Don’t make an excuse not to.

You will lose literally 80% of the things you love about the internet if net neutrality is destroyed.

Most of the content creators you love will be out of a job.

Don’t allow Verizon, AT&T and Comcast to rip a fat piss all over the 1st amendment.

If you do one useful thing in your fucking life, make sure it’s this.

My friend told me a story he hadn’t told anyone for years. When he used to tell it years ago people would laugh and say, ‘Who’d believe that? How can that be true? That’s daft.’ So he didn’t tell it again for ages. But for some reason, last night, he knew it would be just the kind of story I would love.
 
When he was a kid, he said, they didn’t use the word autism, they just said ‘shy’, or ‘isn’t very good at being around strangers or lots of people.’ But that’s what he was, and is, and he doesn’t mind telling anyone. It’s just a matter of fact with him, and sometimes it makes him sound a little and act different, but that’s okay.
 
Anyway, when he was a kid it was the middle of the 1980s and they were still saying ‘shy’ or ‘withdrawn’ rather than ‘autistic’. He went to London with his mother to see a special screening of a new film he really loved. He must have won a competition or something, I think. Some of the details he can’t quite remember, but he thinks it must have been London they went to, and the film…! Well, the film is one of my all-time favourites, too. It’s a dark, mysterious fantasy movie. Every single frame is crammed with puppets and goblins. There are silly songs and a goblin king who wears clingy silver tights and who kidnaps a baby and this is what kickstarts the whole adventure.
 
It was ‘Labyrinth’, of course, and the star was David Bowie, and he was there to meet the children who had come to see this special screening.
 
‘I met David Bowie once,’ was the thing that my friend said, that caught my attention.
 
‘You did? When was this?’ I was amazed, and surprised, too, at the casual way he brought this revelation out. Almost anyone else I know would have told the tale a million times already.
 
He seemed surprised I would want to know, and he told me the whole thing, all out of order, and I eked the details out of him.
 
He told the story as if it was he’d been on an adventure back then, and he wasn’t quite allowed to tell the story. Like there was a pact, or a magic spell surrounding it. As if something profound and peculiar would occur if he broke the confidence.
 
It was thirty years ago and all us kids who’d loved Labyrinth then, and who still love it now, are all middle-aged. Saddest of all, the Goblin King is dead. Does the magic still exist?
 
I asked him what happened on his adventure.
 
‘I was withdrawn, more withdrawn than the other kids. We all got a signed poster. Because I was so shy, they put me in a separate room, to one side, and so I got to meet him alone. He’d heard I was shy and it was his idea. He spent thirty minutes with me.
 
‘He gave me this mask. This one. Look.
 
‘He said: ‘This is an invisible mask, you see?
 
‘He took it off his own face and looked around like he was scared and uncomfortable all of a sudden. He passed me his invisible mask. ‘Put it on,’ he told me. ‘It’s magic.’
 
‘And so I did.
 
‘Then he told me, ‘I always feel afraid, just the same as you. But I wear this mask every single day. And it doesn’t take the fear away, but it makes it feel a bit better. I feel brave enough then to face the whole world and all the people. And now you will, too.
 
‘I sat there in his magic mask, looking through the eyes at David Bowie and it was true, I did feel better.
 
‘Then I watched as he made another magic mask. He spun it out of thin air, out of nothing at all. He finished it and smiled and then he put it on. And he looked so relieved and pleased. He smiled at me.
 
‘’Now we’ve both got invisible masks. We can both see through them perfectly well and no one would know we’re even wearing them,’ he said.
 
‘So, I felt incredibly comfortable. It was the first time I felt safe in my whole life.
 
‘It was magic. He was a wizard. He was a goblin king, grinning at me.
 
‘I still keep the mask, of course. This is it, now. Look.’
 
I kept asking my friend questions, amazed by his story. I loved it and wanted all the details. How many other kids? Did they have puppets from the film there, as well? What was David Bowie wearing? I imagined him in his lilac suit from Live Aid. Or maybe he was dressed as the Goblin King in lacy ruffles and cobwebs and glitter.
 
What was the last thing he said to you, when you had to say goodbye?
 
‘David Bowie said, ‘I’m always afraid as well. But this is how you can feel brave in the world.’ And then it was over. I’ve never forgotten it. And years later I cried when I heard he had passed.’
 
My friend was surprised I was delighted by this tale.
 
‘The normal reaction is: that’s just a stupid story. Fancy believing in an invisible mask.’
 
But I do. I really believe in it.
 
And it’s the best story I’ve heard all year.

Paul Magrs (via yourfluffiestnightmare)

everlastingporcelain:

I think today is a good day to let in a little sorrow, to allow myself to feel the world to fall in parts around me, because as it does, once again, i am forced to stand still as it happens, and there is no where to look to find solace.

The world is changing, ending for some, and we remain, outlive creatures we never imagine would have existed, things we would think humans would come to grow out from and evolution for the best, but then again, the world ends at different scales, from global, to my own little world and it makes me wonder, Will there be a future where I’ll be able to attend a party? Fill my house with the happiness I cannot hold inside, enchant mortals to feel the love I cannot longer reciprocate? Once I was sure it would never end, now I doubt.

Sometimes they cannot see what I have is envy when their lives end in my hands, can’t you see? with every year I am more condemned to see what’s coming, and as much the loneliness would throw me to the sun, the doubt keeps me on the edge of twilight, awaiting to see what could come next, perhaps deep inside hoping I am wrong about my assumptions, but my smile shall never fade, as much as I’ll remain standing, wondering, feeling, I just thought today would be a good day to remember what’s hidden behind the mask, holding it in my hands and realize how broken it is, running my fingers over the kisses that were once placed in adoration and the longing for the lips that placed them there, at least I know if the world ends, or my world ends, they were once there and that cannot be changed.

What a strange mix of feelings, perhaps its that balance what keeps me standing,