Better a witty fool than a foolish wit!

and then in comes Louis with the steel chair with "you were twelve" written on the back

i don't consider myself much of a shipper but everytime i am reminded of armand and Daniel i just. it's so funny. i am 500+ years old. you are a terminally ill 70 y/o human journalist who i psychologically tortured and kept in my flat for a week in the seventies. i might be your wife. i define myself exclusively on others. will you be my nepo fledgling. ignore the fact that i said i would never make one. i'm making people walk into traffic. let's make a vlog together

what gets you is not that louis and lestat love each other and still love each other though they hate each other because they cannot live without each other, we knew that. what gets you is that they are friends. it takes us two seasons of toxic gothic "i was under his spell" sort of romance to admit that, beside all that, they just like each other. they feel easy and at home in each other's company. they're giggling and cracking each other up. making easy conversation. they're bantering and bickering like an old married couple, because they ARE, and they DO know each other best of anyone. they DO trust each other above all else. they know which buttons to push to drive each other up the wall, and they know when they need to drop the argument and hold the other close. way beyond words, they know each other. their souls are scissoring. nobody talk to me

this unironically made me cry I love them

wait this was an entirely unserious post but I just realised the perfect circle and the noises are exactly how lestat describes Nicki dying..... rolin when I fucking Get You

A female friend group WOULD fix Armand but Anne Rice often forgot to consider women as people and so this did not happen

armand confessing to stalking daniel for 52 years, panicking when daniel doesn't find it romantic, and basically yelling LESTAT FUCKS HIS MOM!!! to divert to attention off his feelings. incredible.