Yes, you are alive and that means you can die. And everything I see when I look at you is utterly insubstantial. It is a commingling of tiny movements and indefinable colors as if you haven’t a body at all, but are a collection of heat and light. You are light itself, and what am I now?
Lestat (via jardinsalvaje)
Louis didn’t really think this big rebellion thing through…
This is it. This is the post I’m tumblr-famous for. I approve. Louis, gold star, you tried.
No one bites like Lestat.
No one fights like Lestat.
Or keeps secrets out of pure spite like Lestat
There’s no vampire in town who is quite as sassy.
Oh, what a guy!
…LeeeSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!
Lestat: [sucks blood from the vampire queen and causes shit]
Marius: Lestat what the fuck did I tell you about-
Lestat: It’s a metaphor.
Marius: What.
Lestat: You put the killer queen between your teeth-
Marius: No.
Lestat: but you don’t give her the power to do the killing.
Marius: You’re only alive because she likes you, you piece of shit.
Lestat: A metaphor.
Marius: People are dead.
Widow St. Clair: So, foursome?
Gorgeous young fop: *internal screaming*
Louis: …
Lestat: I WISH OMG. Désolé, madame, Louis doesn’t like to be *ahem* watched.
We were creating this kind of cocktail of Gothic romance,“ says Hiddleston. "And once all those elements were there, we just shook it up and started shooting.” Picture a post-millennial version of that glory-hog Lestat.
