No, nothing like that happened, what ever would have given you that idea?
Oh you better believe it.
HOYL FRICK THEYRE BACK I AM GOING TO DIIIIIEEEEEE
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My heart says yes but Louis and David and Marius and their eyebrows keep telling me No
Lestat de Lioncourt at some point, probably
[inspired by this post (via spicyshimmy)]
I hate you Armand
translation:-My God, Armand! What have you done?!
-I threw him in the fire.
-And what will we tell Lestat?
-Take note, take note. We’re going to tell him it was suicide. And because he’s an idiot, he’ll believe it.
-You’re right. (although, I would translate it as ‘True’.)
We’re going to tell him it was suicide. And because he’s an idiot, he’ll believe it.
#Accurate
you’re going to new orleans OMFG SO JEALOUS
Guess who just booked their ticket to visit Oak Alley Plantation Pointe du Lac? MOI. Increase your jealousy level ^____^
BTW, this was my 1,000th post!
Une suggestion pour vous
I’ll be away for a long wknd in New Orleans, first real visit! I’ll probably still be reblogging until my damn flight but whatev…
So in my absence, browse my fanart collection, bc damn, I have collected some GREAT VC fanart. Also my memeythings. I have lots of old ones that are worth digging up 😉
this might be my favorite of all, by phemiec:
I was in NOLA once before, when I was 15 and my family was considering moving there, so I didn’t get to do much. It was before Katrina hit. Vague memories of the gorgeous townhouses that looked like little jewelry boxes along St. Charles, and the houses we considered living in were in Metairie. They were high-ceilinged, very romantic, with beds so big they had little step stools. Oddly, the master bedrooms tended to be on the 1st floor just off the main entrance, but the kids’ quarters were on the second floor. Hmmm.
Another typical evening at the Rue Royale.
All I could think was that the rat had very tiny feet, and that I had not yet examined a rat nor any small warm-blooded creature. I went and caught the rat, rather too easily I think, and looked at its feet. I wanted to see what kind of little toenails it had, and what was the flesh like between its little toes, and I forgot the men entirely.
It was their sudden silence that brought me back to myself. They were both staring dumbfounded at me.
I smiled at them as innocently as I could, let the rat go, and went back to purchasing.
– The Vampire Lestat
Lestat: sick of Louis’ shit since roughly 1860.
This sentiment comes up so much that I have tags for it: #Lestat doesn’t care for your bullshit #Louis de Pointe du Lac
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