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Dear Santa-Lestat. I’ve been reading your books since I was twelve and they’ve been helping me cope through everything. Well, my father died last month, my best friend died two days ago. I don’t really know what to do anymore. Everything’s been too much. I’ve been trying to read your books still, but stress is a fickle thing. All I know is that some cosmic power has it out for me. What do you think? Love, Ishmael. <3
♛*Lestat leans back in his chair, cracks his knuckles, licks his fangs. Leans forward, a look of concern etched across his face. Begins to write*
Ishmael, it sounds so egotistical for me to recommend that you go back and read my books, but those are my words of comfort, you can glean from them the messages that speak to you. Sometimes I’m rather explicit in my advice, this is relevant here:
“… I was worn and miserable and I loved crying. I couldn’t do anything else. I gave in to it fully. I felt that profound release of the utterly grief-stricken. I didn’t give a damn who saw or heard. I cried and cried.
Do you know what I think about crying? I think some people have to learn to do it. But once you learn, once you know how to really cry, there’s nothing quite like it. I feel sorry for those who don’t know the trick. It’s like whistling or singing.” me, Memnoch the Devil. [X]
Read The Vampire Lestat and Memnoch the Devil, two of my books that I believe would be helpful to you… and imagine that I am there, with an arm wrapped around you, reading those words aloud.
Santa Lestat hears you. There is no easy solution.
Sometimes I feel that some cosmic power has it out for me, as well. Are we to cry out that it’s unfair? Yes. But more than that, we have to kill the wolves. Metaphorically speaking.
Find strength where you can, and spread kindness and goodness to your family and friends. This will help fill the void that you feel.
*embraces tightly*
♛Ishmael, are you aware that your name means God hears? Despite having been to heaven and hell, I’m still not sure if I believe in God, and whether if he hears, does he listen? There is a distinction. With a religious name like that, I would guess that your family did believe, and perhaps, so do you. At least in the existence of God, if not the fact that he is a listener.
I’m not calling myself a God, but I hear you. I’m listening.
So, not a God, although I have had Papal aspirations. Perhaps that’s more to do with my wanting/needing to be given a place, a reason to exist, and Popes have the advantage in that it is their job to do Good, and encourage others to do the same.
Reading my books means that you’ve heard my words. Twelve! I may have just been enlightened myself at that age, at the monastery. It’s a young age to be reading the kind of grotesquery that is my life story, but the good outweighs the bad, and the overall message I would want my story to convey is for Louis to quit it with the religious guilt that follows any carnal, romantic, or platonic satisfaction!!! *ahem*… that life deals us different hands and it is possible to survive, even thrive, in the face of searing adversity. To hear that my stories have helped you cope with life’s obstacles is proof that I’ve done some good in this world, which was always my mission, even as a child in a monastery.
I’ve lost many people I’ve loved. I’ve led many people to their deaths. Real or not, it was absolutely terrifying to be confronted with the souls of those I’ve killed.
How does one deal with such great losses… a parent is someone who brought you into this world. That’s why I had to ask Louis to help my own father, ease his suffering, that was something I could not do myself. I’m still grateful for that.
A best friend is the family you claim for yourself, completely irreplaceable.
Cherish the memories, and know that you have room in your heart for more joy than you can imagine.
The State of Lestat Pg 62-67, Sci-Fi Entertainment Issue December 1994
I found the coolest magazine ever while thrifting today. Because of this article it’s going to be an additional Christmas gift to Em and I thought I’d share it in case she doesn’t thing it’s super worthy groovy and ends up trashing it in the long run.
There are some pretty cool ads and mentions of Dr. Who, Star Trek is on the cover and everywhere else, Magic ads, Figure and VHS ads-even mail order bride ads. I might take a few snaps of stuff that catches my eye. I actually think I might read it before gift-wrapping.
Lucille: If you’re saying I play favorites, you’re wrong. I love all my children equally.
Cutaway: earlier that day…
Lucille: I don’t care for G.O.B.
Episode 1×01 “Pilot”
He also doesn’t care much for what’s-his-face (Antoine?). The guy who brings him babies to eat when he’s a wreck. I like that guy a lot because he’s sassy, and anyone who gives Lestat and Louis shit is a friend of mine. Probably why I like Armand so much.
Looking at this production still, they must have filmed the trial under TdV scene… another cut scene ;A;
From Interview with the Vampire:
“And then I saw Lestat- the blow that was more crippling than any blow. Lestat, standing there in the center of the ballroom, erect, his gray eyes sharp and focused, his mouth lengthening in a cunning smile. Impeccably dressed he was, as always, and as splendid an his rich black cloak and fine linen. But those scars still scored every inch of his white flesh. And how they distorted the taut, handsome face, the fine, hard threads cutting the delicate skin above his lip, the lids of his eyes, the smooth rise of his forehead. And the eyes, they burned with a silent rage that seemed infused with vanity, an awful relentless vanity that said,’See what I am.’
“‘This is the one?’ said Santiago, thrusting me forward.
"But Lestat turned sharply to him and said in a harsh low voice,’I told you I wanted Claudia, the child! She was the one!’ And now I saw his head moving involuntarily with his outburst, and his hand reaching out as if for the arm of a chair only to close as he drew himself up again, eyes to me.
…“‘She did it to me, Louis. She did it to me. You didn’t! She has to die’ said Lestat, his voice becoming thin, rasping, as if it were an effort for him to speak.’”
From The Vampire Lestat:
"Get clothing for him,” Armand said. His hand was resting on my shoulder. “He must look presentable, our lost lord,” he told them. “That was always his way.” …
“You will say what I have told you to say.”
It was a mob tribunal of monsters, white-faced demons shouting accusations, Louis pleading desperately, Claudia staring at me mute, and my saying, yes, she was the one who did it, yes, and then cursing Armand as he shoved me back into the shadows, his innocent face radiant as ever.
“But you have done well, Lestat. You have done well.”
Warner needs to release a new blu-ray transfer with lossless audio and extras including deleted scenes right now.
^YES PLZ
I-want-my-IWTV 
