❝ You whining coward of a vampire who prowls the night killing alley cats and rats and staring for hours at candles as if they were people and standing in the rain like a zombie until your clothes are drenched and you smell like old wardrobe trunks in attics and have the look of a baffled idiot at the zoo.❞
Armand to Louis post-Theatre des Vampires: Lestat is dead! Lestat [offscreen]: Quit telling people I’m dead! Armand: Sometimes I can still hear his voice
ooc; So, I really, really passionately hate asking for things, and unfortunately, this is the second time in a year that I’ve had to post about veterinary bills.
This is Spice. She’s my dad’s cat, she’s almost eight years old, and she’s a sweetheart. She’s been really sick. A trip to the veterinarian revealed that she’d been retaining fluid in her abdomen and that her white blood cell count was through the roof. It all happened very suddenly. The veterinarian has diagnosed her with peritonitis in the abdomen, though we’re still not sure of the exact cause. There’s a chance it could be FIP.
She had to have an emergency surgery that’s required hospitalization at the vet’s. Our bill thus far is over $900.
Money has been really tight this past year and I’ve already almost maxed out my credit cards. My dad has been in and out of the hospital this year and hasn’t been able to work due to his disabilities. I’m his primary caregiver. I work two jobs and a good chunk of my money goes to covering his medications, insurance, and groceries. I sincerely would not ask for money if I didn’t truly need it. Getting Spice back to good health is so important to us. She’s a precious cat that we love dearly.
I’m willing to make graphics or do drabble requests in return for any money donated. Any little bit helps.
Help a VC fandom member kitteh out, show some $ love! If you can’t,
please reblog.
I know I JUST reblogged a $ignal boost thing in the last 24 hrs, and
I try not to do these too often for obvious reasons. I do know this person, the mun is a wonderful person with an enormous heart who has been called the “Mom” of our fandom on occasion for all she does to try to promote fanartists and encourage peace and friendship here, but that’s not a factor here.
I’m fortunate that I have a job, and can afford to be financially supportive
when possible.
What
if you were in this situation? Can you imagine the amount of strength it takes
to ask strangers for financial support?
TL;DR:
My point is this: All of this tumblr content you enjoy is free (aside from
whatever you pay your internet provider and whatever device(s) you paid for to
access it). I don’t have a ‘Donate’ tip jar on my blog. All of my content is
free.
If
you enjoy this stuff, please consider how little even $5 would be to pay for
the years of material I (and others) have produced for your pleasure in our
archives. merciful-death is offering to write drabbles or make graphics, don’t you need a fancy promo graphic? You do.
Take
that $5 (or more! *u*) and send it to someone whose life would be significantly
improved by it.
Like, if we were to meet one day, and you were to gush about how much you love my blog (bc you obviously do, I mean, c’mon, you know it’s true), would you pony up the $5 for a coffee to sit with me and squee over fanart in our coffeeshop AU? PUT THAT $5 TOWARDS THIS CAUSE.
Based off of the Le Mort Joyeux plot, in which Louis and Nicolas meet in 1970s San Francisco.
Louis’ hand followed the wooden banister as he ascended the steps behind the other vampire. He moved slowly, reaching the third floor a few paces after this “Nicolas.” He could hear music playing in an occupied apartment down the hall, a recording of The Beatle’s Hey Jude. It smelled of incense here too; bohemian indeed.
“Take me to heaven or hell.” They were the first words he’d spoken since they’d left the bridge. – The other man’s voice had a soft, beautiful cadence to it, slipping into Nicolas’ ears like a secret. He turned around to face him, his face gentle, playfully inquisitive. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them, breathing in the vampire’s scent, the sound and smell of the blood pumping underneath his flesh. He shrugged, gracefully, his eyes finding those shocking green ones. “How about a little of both, hm?”
Yes, Louis is living with Armand & Co. in a brownstone in NYC, in PL. We don’t know if he’s visiting, or that’s his main residence, but everybody knows his real home is the flat in NOLA on Rue Freakin’ Royale and nobody can tell me otherwise.
In other books, Louis is described as living in various little shacks, with hardly anything but a desk and stacks of books. An ascetic life indeed, because he prefers to live through the books he reads, or go out and experience the world itself. He doesn’t seem to need souvenirs of places he’s been, or have the same nesting instincts that Lestat has always had; Louis doesn’t need velvet drapes and Italian silk couches. Lestat needs these things bc deep down he’s still that borderline-poverty-stricken young actor who had to sleep on lumpy pallets in a drafty little apartment in Paris ;A; With his wealth, he tries to create a sanctuary where he lives. He wants what he never had in mortal life.
Louis is rich bc he was a plantation owner and owned property in NOLA. He was careful with banking and originally thought Lestat chose him for his money. AS IF! Although Pointe du Lac plantation burned down ;A; Louis had probably been investing profits from the plantation for years, he was running it for awhile before Lestat showed up and it all went to shit real fast.
Louis is also a talented gambler, nobody can match his poker face, he has a knack for cards, and can win huge sums to invest.
Louis also loves books, and probably is in the vintage book business.
Louis also probably gets money from Lestat, if he needs it.
I-want-my-IWTV 