Boring old werewolf instincts:

Sexual jealousy

Constant aggression

Rigid hierarchy

Must win sports

Homophobia And Sexism Is Normal™

Eat people

Cool new werewolf instincts:

There is no five second rule

Corvids are friends

Hang out as a pack


Gotta pee

Also consider:

Separation anxiety

Unconditional love and loyalty

Being able to sleep in almost any situation or position

Irresistible urge to chase squirrels and rabbits

Hating the vacuum cleaner

Wanting to do everything with friends

Loudly and repeatedly announcing to housemates that someone is at the door

Long, shouted conversations to other werewolves across the neighborhood (bonus points at 2am)

Taking advantage of any and all free food

Werewolf-vampire solidarity

Fighting any animal that trespasses into the backyard

Boundless energy

Too much energy

Eating out of the trash if it smells tasty

Being bad at sports because you don’t want to let anyone else take the ball from you. Then destroying the ball in front of everyone because you want to make a point

Trying to fight things 10x your size like a fucking idiot

Being unable to hold a grudge for more than a few hours

Trying to make people feel bad for you over mundane things that aren’t actually that bad. And somehow succeeding.


Needing to try a bit of your friends’ food, even if you’ve tried it 5645674 times before and have never once liked it

Getting way too friendly with random strangers

Being in a love-hate relationship with water

Digging. For no reason.

Thinking you’re a badass despite being a hyperactive ball of emotions and hedonism

Loud sobbing while pressing yourself up against the sliding glass door at your friends who locked you out because they were tired of your bullshit and wanted some goddamn peace and quiet

Okay this one is a gem:

Loudly and repeatedly announcing to housemates that someone is at the door

No alpha/beta/omega werewolves because science figured out LONG ago that that concept is, for wolves, incorrect.

@margoteve @followmetoyourdoom

And no swears! werewolfs not swearwolfs



Maybe I’m an old man but goddamn, these vampires with blood dripping down their chins–that’s your food!! THAT’S YOUR FOOD!! Close!! Your!! Mouth!! You think some asshole slobbering chicken noodle soup or yogurt or clam chowder all down themselves would be sexy??? What makes you any different, you sticky-stained slackjawed screwball??? Close your mouth!! Use a napkin!! And for godssakes stop looking so smug, like, “Oooo, I’m a creature of the night look at what sustains me” yeah uh huh a fucking lack of basic hygiene is what I’m seeing and it is not impressive!! At all!! My nephews are three years old and they drool less than you do!! You’re how many centuries old?!?! ACT LIKE IT





Confession: I have a friend who likes to text me at like 4am when he’s had nightmares or he can’t sleep or he just needs a friend. He thinks I’m always awake at 4am but really I go to bed around 12am and I change his text-tone to the loudest one I have just so it wakes me up when he needs me.

you’re the kind of friend everyone needs

I think that since its been a year since I made this post its time for an update. In the past year I’ve watched this post grow and grow, people I work with have told me about it as “this post I saw the other day” and they have no idea it’s my post. The person I wrote this about has even reblogged it. He is no longer texting me at 4am. Not because we no longer speak but because the nightmares have stopped. He and I both are in a much better place. Most often the only times he’s waking me up at 4am is when he’s pulling me closer to him while we sleep. He’s more than a friend now and I’m forever thankful to have him. Everyone messaged me saying he was lucky to have me but I think I was just as lucky to have him and I would do it all over.

this is the kind of SHIT I LIVE FOR




Mostly an excuse to draw Lestat in that outfit because honestly he would.

Reasons to faint





Armand in stockings

Armand in stockings

Armand in stockings

Armand in stockings

  • Armand in stockings
  1. Armand in stockings

Couldn’t help myself…

Stockings you say???





i have like . a bad feeling

The victims should be human and they get turned into muppets/puppets. 😂😂😂


//OMG!! This is my favourite Angel episode called ‘Smile Time’, it made me laugh to tears!!!




Comparison I’ve been meaning to do for awhile. I don’t think these shots’ similarity was an accident. 

  • Claudia and Madeleine are both wearing green, signaling youth, envy, (Madeleine’s might also relate to her still being part of nature, as a mortal). 
  • Louis and Lestat are both wearing warm colors (purple & red), being in positions of power.
  • Lighting is reversed; Lestat is back-lit and Louis is front-lit.
  • Louis and Lestat are looming into frame from the upper right, Claudia and Madeleine are pushed back, and react from the lower left. 
  • Claudia and Madeleine’s reactions are different but similar in their initial expression and silence.
  • etc…

Also can I just say I love how Louis and Lestat both express their power differently. With Louis, he doesn’t even have to touch Madeleine to intimidate her. He asserts his dominance with a piercing gaze, and his power rests in his cutting words. Meanwhile, Lestat is explosively violent; all flaring arms and snarling lips. He physically pushes Claudia, even though he’s obviously already stronger than her, which I personally interpret as Lestat being unable to trust the power in his words alone and relying on physical touch to express his emotions instead.

^Good addition @covenofthearticulate ;u; This is another one of those moments that’s easy to miss in the movie (and the book), when ppl say Louis is so weak, it’s more that he shows his strength more subtly, like you’ve described.





Imagine My Immortal but written in the style of Shakespeare.




For truth, that which the gods have christened me
Has many parts, like these locks, flow’n from my crown.
That hellish sound, which forms mine name, sprung from
The dusky shades of these roots, so like the stone
But broken, rent, mottled; for, like the flames
That hie from Hades, the dusk is split with peals
Of cold violet, the shade of icy fangs
Met with military scarlet; coils not
But hangs; not ragged, but lustrous, set off
Like a precious jewel made more pure by the
Barren winds of silent winter deserts,
So are not these jewels of mine own self-crown
Brought forth in splendour so close to these eyes
Frozen, as glaciers, forged by an artist
Who, bereft of artisan tools, gives himself
And sculpts his godly business with that
Which the muses draw blindly from his vision.
Thus sorrow, reflected twice in these mirrors,
Casting mine eyes as icy limpid tears.

Imagine Shakespeare but written in the style of My Immortal

Hi my name is Hamlet and I have long blond hair that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like the sun god Apollo (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to him but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. My mother married my uncle after my father died. I have pale white skin. I’m also a student, and I went to a school called Wittenberg in Germany but I just graduated. I’m a prince (in case you couldn’t tell) but I wear mostly black bc I’m in mourning. I For example today I was wearing a black doublet with matching lace around it and a black tights, white undershirt and black boots. I was with my mother and Horatio. We were standing inside Elsinore. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. My uncle Claudius stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him.