thinking hard about the Married Vampires Show that louis and armand are staging (trying to stage) every day in dubai. hard for me to stop thinking about it. this is where the laughter will go (daniel does not laugh). this is where we will charm the audience (Daniel is not charmed). okay PLACES EVERYONE. the role of rashid will now be played by rashid. ENTER ARMAND, STAGE RIGHT. the production is falling apart! louis you’re changing your lines. Cut. take five. we're editing the script. i mean it's all so controlled but it's also. wildly out of control. armand you are world's most beautiful complex awful depressing embarrassing and scary puppeteer who is also weirdly not good at his job (keeping romantic hold of a man who is terrified to be alone with himself). this is armand: I've Convinced My Favourite Marionette That He and I Are In A Relationship of Equal Standing, Because He Tells Me What To Do In Bed Sometimes. okay quiet on set everyone. louis please remember that you're happy to be here. and ACTION.

I hope l have fans cuz l be feeding yall well

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 1x04 | ...The Ruthless Pursuit of Blood with All a Child's Demanding 2x03 | No Pain

Interview With The Vampire – 2.05: Don't Be Afraid, Just Start the Tape

there's this ask that's been sitting in my inbox for months and i simply can bring myself to delete it

lolita x iwtv episode 5

@divorceblogger

obsession

these are kinda connected... i think..?

he was murdering gay young men on the same piece of property he reared his ethical animal replacements. god I miss ldpdl

literally this has always been the eating disorder show

a second jacob anderson ldpdl playlist has hit the pentagon

the way multiple mitski songs are on there. Girlblogger

Colourless, flavourless, DULL!

i never was very good, i haven't been so good

Emmy Magazine's interview with Carol Cutshall. Read the full magazine for free by clicking on the green cover with Conan O'Brien!

Cute date idea

aw cute 70s rashid in san francisco with his big brown eyes ❤️ hope he isn’t crazy or anything like that

WHAT?! It's morning! I lost time. Things got a little heated— With a boy! Things got heated with a boy. I was at home picking lint off the sofa! I said to join us! The night's gone. The room's soiled and once again, I'm here with mop and mindlessness to clean it up. So the room got dirty, so what? I'll clean it up. No, I clean it up! You make the mess and I clean it up! Mark it on the calendar, align it with Ursa Major. Louis' tri-annual FUCK OFF and find me with apologies to follow. I'm sorry. SEEK comfort in the arms of lowlifes and unfortunates, and broken children, fine. Oh, fine! The fine that doesn't sound fine— But REVEALING our nature to a reporter you met in a bar ten hours ago? What if it was published? I was having some fun! You don't have enough to fear from Paris? I was in the middle of ending things, when YOU— YOU'D have been passed out on the floor next to him, Louis! Out on your feet from the drugs you stuffed him with! Oh, this is boring! You're boring! YOU ARE SO BORING! And here come the drugs. Colorless. Up the fangs, down this road. Flavorless. Dull! Into the heart and off with the fingers, feet. Dull! Dull nights! And wallowing brain. Dull weeks, dull months, DULL AS FUCK! Suffocation by the world's softest, beige-est pillow! The ten hours I spent with that boy were more exciting, more FASCINATING, than DECADES with YOU! Oh, there it is! The half-blank, half-apocalyptic look! But what does it mean tonight, huh? Does he want to lick my boots or chop my hands off? Is it the gremlin or the good nurse tonight? Huh? Okay. Okay, perhaps. But am I as boring as the blather committed onto the ferric tapes of your fascinating boy? "Oh, it's so, so hard to be me." "Picking lint off the sofa?!" "It's so hard to kill humans." "I can feel their feelings as I drain them." You sat on your hands and put your ear to the wind. "Everyone I know wronged me." Okay. Okay, let's wake the boy up and let's try you. "I'm the vampire Armand and my daddy vampire groomed me into a little BITCH!" "My brother he tossed himself off a roof!" "Vampires who murdered my daddy made me pretend I didn't have a dick for 240 years." "My sister buried me alive. My daughter was my sister was my throw pillow. Well, he wouldn't look at me kindly. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat." I talked shit about him the whole time. So what?! THE NAME!! The name! Unuttered in our home for 23 years, said over and over again until it was pounding in my brain like a hammer. Our problems aren't about him. And you threw her name around just for cover, but it always circled back to him. I loved her. But SHE didn't love YOU. Not like he did, not like I have. I know. I know! Yes! I know. Thank you for saying it. It's all creeping back. Paris and the, uh, what, what, what? But there's... all of it coming back. There's, uh, Paris. Paris. Can you hear that? Can you hear that, hm? Can you hear her? She's calling me.