the real horror in iwtv is that you can love your daughter so much and still fail her. its that you can know your daughter's trauma so intimately and still fail her. its that you can never undo what happened to her no matter what you do. its that you can go through exactly the same thing and do absolutely nothing to comfort her. you can love her so much but she never felt it. shut the fuvk up

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

daniel, dont be sad, your ass is fat, your book sold millions of copies and you're about to get railed by the french-bengali smokeshow