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we transposed your girlfriend into a minor key. yeah she’s much more interesting and sinister now

that one rihanna ig post with Mine’s Bigger Than Yours written in the background w the caption My dick AND my forehead! is like poetry to me

do you ever feel yourself fail a charisma check in real time

this video is CUTE, the animal is clearly in distress but it is a vile creature unloved by any god and we are correct to derive pleasure and satisfaction from its misery

having a multi year long character obsession becomes like a abstract thought experiment at some point

obsessed with the concept of the anti-saint. you will suffer cruelties and humiliations that should be unthinkable and die pointlessly, and if you must be remembered at all, it will only be with revulsion, as if you were a festering scar on reality itself. neither resistance nor submission will redeem you. god will not save you. god has abandoned you. everyone has abandoned you. you are alone in an uncaring universe.

does anyone remember the amc show interview with the vampire? one of the greatest things television gave us in its era. heartbreaking that it ended after two seasons when those characters were so beautifully crafted. i really wish we could’ve had more.

being into some bullshit that nobody cares about and also is stupid really changes you

My favorite part about Piranesi (the book) is that it's honestly told from the wrong perspective. The main character should be Raphael, the maverick cop who overcomes public doubt to solve a cold case and take down a cult. But Susanna Clarke was like hmmm actually what if we watched the missing guy talk to birds for 300 pages as the plot takes place offstage. and it was fire

everythings a joke now and its all funny as fuck too but sometimes it makes me sick to my stomach

imagining a late 18th/early 19th century young lady standing proudly in a fine gown with a labubu clipped to her chatelaine

What? 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. To seek comfort in the arms of lowlifes, and unfortunates, and broken children, fine—Oh, "fine." Fine. That doesn't sound like fine—BUT REVEALING OUR NATURE TO A REPORTER you met at a bar 10 hours ago! What if it was published? I was having some fun! We don't have enough to fear from Paris? I was in the middle of ending things when you—No, you'd have 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, FLAVORLESS! Down the throat, Dull. Into the heart, Dull. And off the fingers, feet, and wallowing brain! Dull nights, dull weeks, dull months, dull as FUCK! Suffocation! By the world's softest, BEIGEST pillow. The 10 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 wanna 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—it's 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, Louis de Pointe du Lac—" There he goes again, coming home. "It's so hard being me!" You sat on your hands, and put your ears to the wind. "Everyone I know wrongs 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. MY SISTER! She buried me alive!" "But the vampires that murdered my daddy made me pretend I didn't have a DICK for 240 years!" "My daughter was my sister was my throw pillow, when 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? What the—it's—all of it, coming back. There's, uh, Paris. Paris—hey, can you hear that? Can you hear that, hm? Can you hear her? Is she calling me?

of course, the best part of any character's corruption arc is their cool new outfit

im so sorry that you're doomed by the narrative but i really need you to answer my message on Microsoft Teams