‘one piece at a time’

You’re in love with him, and he’s in love with you, and it’s like a goddamn tragedy, because you look at him and see the stars, and he looks at you and sees the sun. And you both think the other is just looking at the ground.

Not to sound mushy, but stories about two lonely characters from vastly different worlds finding solace with each other always appeal to me

You know what makes it even better? If one of them is sort of evil.

or hear me out… both…

Not to sound mushy, but stories about two lonely characters from vastly different worlds finding solace with each other always appeal to me

You know what makes it even better? If one of them is sort of evil.

or hear me out… both…

but i stay silly! *←said in the most world-weary voice you ever did hear*

Reblog you stay silly

Having someone ask ChatGPT in a meeting is like being a grown-ass professional adult in a room full of other grown-ass professional adults trying to solve a problem, while a colleague with one of those baby toys that makes animal sounds repeatedly presses the cow button. And we all have to stop what we're doing and listen to cow go moo and say "wow hm yeah that's not really what we're asking but the cow does definitely go moo, good thoughts"

men and women are not opposites. men and women are not enemies. men and women are two parts of a broad coalition which fights against a mutual enemy: inkjet printers

If you see this post, back up your writing

Say it with me! Wheelchairs aren’t sad! Mobility aids aren’t sad! Mobility aids are instruments of freedom!

I feel like not enough people realize that people under enormous strain act really really fucking Weird

I feel like not enough people realize that people under enormous strain act really really fucking Weird

No because actually I’m not okay about the song ‘Stained Glass Eyes’ and what it shows us about Lestat. Because Claudia was his daughter, not his sister, not a mere inconvenience he was saddled with, yes he turned her to appease a devastated Louis so he wouldn’t go mad like Nicki, but Claudia was his fledgling. A child of his blood. He taught her to drive, to hunt solo, to play piano and chess, he took her to the movies and span her around the living room with Louis in Rue Royale. He bought her clothes, gifted her Gabrielle’s necklace on her birthday, was concerned about the hemline of her skirt (because he was her MOTHER and that was his BABY), and they had private little jokes together. She was the best of his vampiric self. Then at the trial, after every betrayal and nasty word between them, he didn’t have the strength to save both her and Louis. He picked Louis over her, but he stayed rooted to the spot as Claudia turned to ash, and… he stared right into her eyes until the very end. Her red eyes, red like the blood that restored her to life, the blood that he and Claudia used to playfully call ‘kill juice’ when she was still new to vampirism, the blood that spilled from his own throat during the Mardi Gras ball. Claudia looked at him, ‘like a child looking to her father’, and like Nicki before her, Lestat was helpless to what Armand was doing, another person he loved held to the fire and accepting their miserable fate, burnt to ash with their only remnants being the memory of their agonised eyes forever seared within Lestat’s mind. He failed his daughter, and he will never forget that.