leliodevalois

mothmanfucker2

I got that dog in me *curls up on the ground and starts whimpering*

seasonal mood tbh

nasnyys

thevtuberlestat

the vampire armand / the vampire lestat / the queen of the damned

the vampire chronicles armand

nasnyys

iciminsavaslari

art

cursedsappho

endiness

screaming crying frowing up lesman my beloved lesmand iwtv

whalefill

whalefill

not what i'm supposed to be

art

sheisraging

sheisraging

Lestat + the Art of Lounging

this is definitely reading into it but I love that in these moments when lestat has to appear powerful or exude authority while keeping his cool sam made the choice to cross his legs because we all know lestat has not kept his cool a single day in his adult life it makes him seem so smol to the trained eye as in the way the crossing happens in these scenes in particular gives opposite impression of relaxed makes lestat's performance as this suave cunty babygirl hyper apparent likes squeezing his legs together will somehow protect the mask from slipping off and revealing he is not in fact cool calm or collected anyways interview with the vampire lestat de lioncourt the vampire lestat amc iwtv iwtv

ah yes another night another haunting of my own narrative

the horrors are endless grief is immense but soo la voo

cursedsappho

gorebonk

Having a blorbo is so embarrassing like sorry I have to go and self regulate by looking at The guy

blorbo is doing a better job at treating my depression than the meds so

hurricanejane

coachbeards

i don’t think we as a society appreciate louis being in bed with armand (presumably post sex) and literally hallucinating lestat wearing the same outfit and rings from their first time. like ok.

*puts my head in my hands oy vey lestat de lioncourt louis de pointe du lac iwtv loustat interview with the vampire

saintperegrin

whinedarksea

“I’m waiting for you, I’m waiting for the evening calm, I’m waiting for our time, the oblique light, this pause between day and night. Peace will come, surely. But I can imagine no other peace than that of our two bodies bound together, of our gaze given over to each other - I have no other homeland but you.”

— Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, July 17, 1949 [#71]
(via acknowledgetheabsurd)

this is what cards to her would read like if I didn't hold back i stg