Occupation: complaining

Crazy how people treat Armand killing Larry as this act of mindless cruelty when Armand’s been telling us his motivations from the beginning. He’s against the great conversion. He wants Lestat to stop spreading his music to other vampires that are taking it as confirmation that they should spread their numbers. Now Lestat is explicitly working more closely with Gabriella, even putting the lyrics ‘make more’ in his songs. They are opposed in their goals. My guess is that Armand hopes Larry’s death will put a rift in-between the band members, especially since it looks like he killed himself after leaving the band. Likewise, telling Daniel Gabriella’s and Lestat secret will also cause a rift.

It is sooooo diabolical for Armand to stalk Daniel and report back to Louis for 50 years just for Louis to giggle and bat his eyelashes and go “wait but what if we pretend we haven’t seen him since SF and invite him to interview us again while you pretend to be my maid” and Armand goes “sure babe but first let me steam my purple silk top and send the chef his favorite dessert recipe” like yeahhhh they’ve all been alive for too long and have completely lost their minds your honor

You actually cannot skip to being good at a creative endeavour that you haven't put much practice into. You cannot trick your way out of the 'knows that your work is not what you want it to be but don't know how to improve it' stage by planning or reading or talking about it really really hard. At some point you just have to craft through it until your brain finds it's own unique way back to the 'everything I make slaps' stage and be prepared to start the cycle all over again. You just have to make that project you're excited about slightly less good than you want it to be. (Says this standing in a pool of blood and covered in blood and also coughing up a little blood)

everyone stop reblogging this I hate to be reminded of my own good advice

i just love armand being like. what, you don't believe i love you? you want me to prove it? here's my tier list of places you've woken up in with no memory of how you got there. here's my definitive ranking of how correct you were in every argument you've ever had with a romantic partner. here's a list of every one of your daughters' important events you missed and a review of each of them, cross-sectioned from their own sense of success or failure, my personal opinion, and the unspoken thoughts of everyone else present. do you want to know what you had for breakfast on april 14th, 1982? it was a ham sandwich and a mediocre coffee. both were too expensive. on your way out of the cafe you were shoulder checked by a stranger and you thought it was rude but really he was slipping the cost of your lunch back into your pocket. and daniel, i could have done that without your noticing, there and gone before you turned around, but instead i bumped into you in the street because i wanted...i wanted...your shirt was missing a button. the fourth from the top. and i retraced your steps through a full week of your life and i found the button and—here. here it is. i have carried it with me these forty-two years. can we kiss now please.

not all your fave blorbos can be masochists some of those fuckers gotta enjoy beating the shit out of someone during sex

good morning! remember every day is a chance to begin anew [breaks off and sits on the edge of the bed staring blankly for 23 minutes before running a hand down face like a tortured movie protagonist] my god where did it all go so wrong

it really pisses me off when adults sit there and drill it into kids’ heads that their youth is fleeting and tell them things like “enjoy your childhood while it lasts because this is the best it’s gonna get”. why are you telling children that adulthood is the worse thing they can experience? seriously what the fuck is wrong with you, why are you trying to make them feel like growing up is a fate worse than death? trying to convince them their life is over before it even begins? i’m tired of that shit. because tell my why my 12 year old cousin told me when she turns 30 she’ll be so depressed she’s just gonna cry all the time. what the fuck. kids don’t need to hear that their already stressful and overwhelming lives are never going to get better, that the abuse and lack of autonomy they face is apparently the highlight of their lives. they need to hear about adults who are happy to be alive and happy to have made it to their age. they need to know that growing up rules, it’s a gift and life does not have to suck for them, that they have a future that’s worth sticking around for. this rhetoric is so damaging mentally and i’m about to start hitting the adults who parrot it. i’m sorry you hate your life but you don’t get to dump your issues on these kids. don’t piss me off and leave these babies alone!