look alive, sunshine

And everything else is a type of distraction that Lestat WANTS us to be distracted by.

In previous seasons, Danny Molloy talks about how Louis uses third person "him" or "one" when he's trying to distance himself from his actions. Danny is good at catching this stuff!

Lestat is a master of DISTRACTION. Look at the visual difference in the third season (a naked woman showering in the background of a shot, switching from documentary style to colour, time skips, so much modern slang it's almost hard to understand).

Danny repeatedly throughout the episode asks Lestat if he was a stutterer as a kid. (the repetition also kind of mimicking the act of stuttering). He's hammering him. Don't get distracted! Stay on point (both Danny and us, the viewer)!

And what happens at the end of the episode? Lestat stutters as he sees his mother; and it looks like we're going to start delving into his childhood. That's where the pain is. That's where the story is.

and when ilya gets selected for the 3rd consecutive season, shane takes a celebratory lap around their living room. “me and the boys will miss you in hawaii” shane jokes and ilya grumbles back “is only bc i am the best hockey player” and shane kisses the side of his head

Shane nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw 'Lily' appear on his phone screen.

It probably wouldn't have been nearly as surprising if he hadn't been sitting staring at his screen, but that was another story.

"Hel–hey," he answered, swallowing all the eagerness he could, fighting to sound casual as he answered the call.

"Hello," Ilya replied, sounding anxious. "I am–I am at Boston airport. Just got through security. Um. Flight is on time."

He could have texted Shane that information, but neither of them pointed that out.

"Ah–good," Shane nodded jerkily, relief and terror flooding him in equal measure. Fuck. Ilya was actually doing this. Flying here. Coming to Shane's cottage. 

"Man at security tried to–what is it called? Frisk me? But I told them I already have other plans for someone to touch my dick," Ilya continued, a little smile in his tone, now.

Despite his nerves, Shane snorted. "Shut up," he muttered, shaking his head fondly.

Silence.

"You are...ah...still picking me up?"

Shane gulped, looking around. "Yeah. Um...if you still want me to, that is. If it's too...weird, or whatever, I can get a car service, or see if there's taxis, or, um maybe there's public transpor–"

"Hollander."

"Yeah?"

"I want you to."

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay."

Silence.

"You will be there on time?"

He bristled. "Yeah, Rozanov, I'll be there on time!"

Ilya laughed. "I am just saying! You probably have to leave soon, yes? You don't want to be late."

Shane frowned, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. You're right, I should...yeah."

"Okay."

Silence.

"I will see you soon, Shane."

Fuck. It wasn't fair how much that made him smile. "See you, Ilya," he murmured.

When the line went dead, he sighed, looking out his car window to the deserted airport parking lot, where he'd already been waiting for half an hour.

This page from one of my history books looks like a lesbian utopia.