Long live The Necromancer

I don’t understand why people who cannot accept any moral grayness or complexity decide to join fandoms for the most emotionally complex stories and then try to shame everyone there who actually is able to understand the material.

Claudia's ghost seeing Armand deliver the iconic "My daughter was my sister was my throw pillow when he wouldn't look at me kindly lestat lestat lestat lestat... And you threw her name around just for cover but it always circled back to him" like "bitch I loathe you and I hope you die but that was a certified banger."

i love the idea of this version of akasha thinking of lestat as like. her purse dog. he’s her chihuahua with gucci shades. he runs around outside and brings her little treasures. he does tricks for her. he gives her cuteness aggression. she owns him.