and miles to go before i sleep

really love keeping up with my mutuals through their little tags and vent posts. getting updates on how they’re doing is something like: glad to know your job at the library is going well. i’m sorry you haven’t gotten that raise. glad your finals went well. i’m sorry your teacher is so unhelpful. glad your tv show got renewed. i’m sorry they killed your favorite character. glad that you scored tickets to see your favorite artist. i’m sorry they aren’t touring near you at all. glad your cat is doing well. i’m sorry your mom is sick again. glad you’re feeling better now that it’s your favorite season. i’m sorry your meds aren’t working. glad you’re married now. i’m sorry you have to step back for your mental health. glad you’re still here. i’m sorry life is so hard. glad you’re alive, i hope things get easier for you soon

my favorite thing about louis is he's a business major in a world of theater kids. everyone's playing psychological games with each other through theater and rock music and the fractured art of storytelling and he's like "but what are the margins on my vampire hotel"

It’s so fucking bananas that the last straw for Lestat in that meeting was finding out that Louis was getting 45% of merch profits on his tour. What kind of joker ass motherfucker becomes an investor in their ex’s crash out??? Louis Du Pointe Du Lac no one ever did it like you

top historical trio i would make challengers happen to is bertrande de rols arnaud du tilh and martin guerre

coming back to this. bc consider. you (good catholic woman in rural france) x your husband (who abandoned you for over a decade but now hes back and has war stories and a wooden leg) x your “husband” (the man who stole your actual husbands identity in order to get his inheritance but tbh he was so handsome and charming that you were fine with it). do you see the vision

its good to acknoweldge the hollowness of revenge but sometimes you really do just need a story about someone who gets hurt and then kills and kills and kills and kills their enemies. its cathartic, babey.

"there's nothing that can bring my loved one back, so there's no point in killing you" and "there's nothing that can bring my loved one back, so there's nothing that can save you" are two themes that can and should co-exist

It stands out to me that Zosima, trusted old man who lost his beloved brother young and his mother shortly after that, is the one on his DEATH BED trying to hold the Karamazovs together. Urging the youngest brother to prevent tragedy from unfolding, kneeling before the oldest – who everyone sees as a capital R Rake – to prevent him from creating his own tragedy. It's not a do over, but it just seems so personal to him.

like i thoroughly appreciate the dedication to dialing up & constructing the eighteenth century french aristocracy as brutish crass backwards and ugly. the marquis’s skin literally looks like it’s rotting. everyone’s open mouth coughing spitting food yelling prick cunt piss and fuck. gabrielle clutching onto the one element of 'civility' i.e. a book while lestat’s brothers try to spill his blood across the table. both form and content coming together to paint a very crude picture and i <3 it