you can love somebody without using your hands

my fav insult ive ever received online was the time someone in ig comments told me, with sincere hate and sandwiched beside a slur, “go drink some fuckin liquid” after they saw on my profile i was on a medical liquid diet

Well. I don't think she would say all that.

The funniest part about this is that I do completely understand that the device being used here is that it's supposed to feel inconsistent and jarring and make you reconsider everything you thought you knew about the story but by total coincidence I actually rewatched all of season one literally yesterday and so I'm in a very well-read position to say that nothing new has been revealed about season 1 except perhaps that whoever wrote that speech hasn't watched it recently

In season 1 the point of the "massa" lines is that she's calling Lestat an enslaver

mike, it's actually more interesting for audiences that margaret is an abusive religious fundie (and also a victim of marital rape) who tries to literally beat the idea of sin into her daughter, it is actually TIMELY to adapt that correctly at this particular american moment. WHY is he so scared of every piece of source material that has ever been handed to him? i MUST know

Amazing how I am doing so well all the time and then every July like clockwork. The recollections

my feelings about my past extend on a very complicated spectrum, on an axis from “I wish I’d had a threesome instead of that relationship” vs. “every day I thank god I did not have a threesome instead of that relationship”

unlocking ​a secret third option called gratitude for both the relationship and the threesome

i miss wyll baldursgate3

I'm here today to make my concession speech to the Lestat woobifiers who said she was lying about the train. You won but we all lost.

anyways (I say this as someone who is deeply critical of the united states government, military, unchecked capitalism, police, etc) I am SICK of people treating america as if it has no cultural value or positives so….. I love u 85 million acres (bigger than italy) of national parks. I love u harlem renaissance. I love u groundhogs day. I love u sweet tea and fried chicken and jambalaya. I love u apple cider donuts and maizes on crisp autumn days. I love u 95k miles of coastlines and new england fisherman and hand knitted sweaters. I love u halloween where millions of people dress up and give candy to strangers and carve jack o’lanterns. I love u small talk and small towns and potlucks and bringing over casseroles to your struggling neighbors. I love u cowboys and ranch hands and arizonian cactus. I love u appalachian trail and dirtbikes and divebars. I love u sparklers and fireflies. I love u mark twain and toni morrison and emily dickinson and henry david thoreau. I love u rock n roll i love u bluegrass and hippies i love u jimi hendrix and nirvana and CCR and janis joplin. I love u victorian houses and jonny appleseed and john henry and mothman and bigfoot. I love u foggy days in the pacific northwest and neon signs and roadside attractions. I love u baseball and 1950s diners and soft serve. I love u native american art and pop art and poptarts. I love u blue jeans and barbecues and jazz musicians 

There are some points of tvl criticism I'm willing to debate and where I can very much see both sides (or even think the #haters are stretching it a little) but like. You cannot really deny that this season has shown a pattern of prioritizing white characters and their emotional journey over characters of color. On top of that, so many of the jokes are "punching down", starting with the pronoun joke in ep 1 followed by a continuous barrage of throw-away comments. And then, six episodes into a season with an all-white writers room, we have Claudia say "there's something etched in your ribs that says you're a slave". There's no reckoning with how horrifically racist this statement is, neither in the text nor the paratext. It's just sitting there, poisoning what otherwise could have been an incredible scene. Poisoning a season that felt like it was actually slowly finding its footing. It's white privilege to watch that scene and not feel, on some level, attacked by those racist words put in a Black actor's mouth by white writers. To not be haunted by the racist implications of "my bleak, black life." Before, a lot of the writing choices registered as thoughtless; at this point, it's hard to see them as anything but malicious.