a love that will cradle you

armand as the bikram yoga instructor who always teaches to a full class and never sweats, versus daniel as the horny idiot who shows up in jeans and almost dies

at a biker bar and a “pro wrestling punk rock” band is setting up. they are in matching outfits except one guy is dressed as a lucha libre wrestler. this should be something that armand drags daniel to for modern DM

really have to bring eric’s karaoke thoughts from that interview to the forefront here, because the contrast it could lend to lestat’s big boss is so endearing. think of the BB performance (mean-spirited, grandiose, meant to humiliate) versus daniel singing lou reed’s “perfect day” to armand (off-key, silly, sincere) in a dive bar with just a few people scattered around - and those people all fade away. I think I am a just a big cornball, but the image is quite lovely to me 🧡

armand gave a creepy 6-second backrub to fareed and now people are writing horny medplay fics about them. and thank god! this is what fandom is all about! 🫡🫡

my urge for another tattoo always reaches its zenith during yoga class. I want a lotus on my upper arm; I want some unreadable cursive that says ‘breathe’! 🤧