“i-want-my-iwtv is such a beautiful human being. Her gifs and posts are just HILARIOUS! I love when she RP’s as Lestat, it’s always a joy to see and interact with. It’s great to see her opinion and perspective on things that she includes when answering asks.”
♛“Actually, I made sure that our courtyard was filled with night-blooming flowers. It still is. Water lilies in the fountain, evening primrose surrounding that, tall pink and white moon flowers… she loved the purple night gladioli…” Lestat mused, glancing out at the courtyard. “It was Louis’ idea to have it done this way after Claudia had mentioned it to him, but he left the choice of flowers up to me.”
“As much as she loved our unique garden, she couldn’t help but notice the difference between ours and theirs.“
“I met my best friend through The Vampire Chronicles. We RPed VC together for nearly 4 years when she went offline after becoming very down with her life. I thought the worst after a couple of weeks before she popped back up, literally on my doorstep. She moved half-way across the world, on her own with nothing but a bag of clothes and a copy of IWTV. She started her life over here and still tells me how it was our RPs that got her through and inspired her to move away from the toxicity.”
I just thought of something painful involving Prince Lestat.
So he had his father’s old castle refurbished…imagine one day he gets a call from the people who were adding some modern plumbing, and electrical lines, digging around parts of the property and they came across a collection of bones.
They’re too close together to be an old cemetery, even a private one—besides, there’s still some old mossy headstones with barely legible carvings of “Lioncourt” on them in the village nearby, signaling that even the lords were buried in it. No, no, this speaks more of a post-battle burial, hasty, but there’s no metal, no remains of anything of value, and digging farther down, pulling out and separating the fragile old bones and eventually finding ones belonging to children.
“French Revolution, probably,” says the man on the phone, “Funny to think it, they might even be some ancestors of yours,”
“Of course…they’re probably my family.”
Let me love u ♥u♥
So very kind of you, this is a huge addiction passion for me, being called one of the brightest pillars of our beloved fandom hits me Right in the Feels in a very best way *hugs tightly*
Daniel,There are a thousand methodologies of what it means to be broken and lost. As though there is a step by step guide, only waiting for us to notice the cracks…
#//HAPPY BULLSHIT HALLMARK DAY
Yes and also #RIGHT IN THE FEELS
“… two wet shriveled things that had been alive, mother and daughter in one another’s arms, the murdered pair on the kitchen floor. But these two lying under the gentle rain were Madeleine and Claudia, … the hand that clutched at the child was whole like a mummy’s hand. But the child, the ancient one, my Claudia, was ashes.”
– Louis de Pointe du Lac, Interview with the Vampire
WHY WOULD SOMEONE GIF THIS SCENE HOW DARE YOU SIR
IT HAD TO BE DONE
Basically bc it seemed like noone else had tried to do it before, and it should be highlighted how magnificent Brad Pitt is/was. Never ever say he is just a pretty face! He is basically doing it all alone in this scene. It’s a monologue w/out words. Maybe this is the inner monologue:
“So what’s in here… oh shit… oh fuck NO. NOOOOOOO… Oh sweet jesus… maybe she can be fixed? I’m gonna touch her- No, no, no… that was bad. She’s really gone.”
G.O.B.: My God, what is this feeling?
Michael: Well, you know he feeling that you’re… feeling is what many of us call “a feeling.”
G.O.B.: But it’s not like envy, or even hungry.
Episode 3×02 “For British Eyes Only”
#RIGHT IN THE FEELS
This is Velvet Rose Side A, a doujinshi. I’m sharing bc I want some more! VC fandom of tumblr, FIND IT. Surely with our powers combined we can
become Captain Planet*ahem* find more of this.Here’s a sequel to it, but surely it’s available scanned somewhere already… I know $20 is not much, I just don’t buy from sites I’ve never heard of :-
Did I know?
That is the question, isn’t it?
Without addressing precisely which abuse you are curious about, I will simply make an assumption.
For a long time—no, I did not know.
For years I had no idea what was happening.
Once I knew…well. So much was clear, wasn’t it? The panic attacks, the anxiety, the irrational fears and night terrors. But there was little I could do to stop what was happening. Lestat’s age compounded with my total lack of power in that house made sure of that.
What do you want from me?
Tears?
Apologies?
I can offer neither. The past has past. The Marquis is dead. The damage is done.
Leave my son’s childhood, what tattered pieces remain of it, to those who can keep it.
I-want-my-IWTV 