let the less-loving one be me

@chess-blackmyre has, of course, been a treasure to work with on this fic. It’s been an honor, my beloved mutual.

Absolutely ravenous over an otherwise excellent piece of media with one glaring issue where the issue could actually be fixed so easily. Showing me an otherwise completed puzzle with one piece off to the side and going "this is the finished product 🥰!" and taunting my crow brain by putting it behind a pane of glass. Let me at it. Let me at it. Let me at it.

the three-way interview is so compelling. louis and armand putting on a perfect couple performance to stand up to daniel's bullying who's having none of it and keeps calling them out on it and louis' facade only crumbling when daniel's probing gets him to remember something real, something he'd forgotten, with the crucial difference that he wants to remember more of the real claudia but absolutely does NOT want to remember the real lestat, and so he either breaks down in tears, or he gets mean and bitchy and fires back at daniel in retaliation, hitting him where it hurts most. and throughout all of this armand and daniel having their own obscure silent conversation full of unsaid and forgotten that louis is somehow on the outside of, but still involved in, and armand being the one to soothe and restrain louis from going too hard on daniel, ostensibly on louis' side of the argument, but also helplessly intrigued by daniel and incapable of hiding it. and daniel being so perceptive and aware of louis and armand's tactics and manipulation, but still not completely immune to their tricks, still vulnerable and capable of being hurt. this subtle shifting of loyalties and truths and perspective, the continuous back and forth of the ball being in one court or the other. for all intents and purposes the interview is a game, a competition, a power-play, but it's also at its core, deeply intimate. it's a threesome, it's seduction and performance, it's an undressing and it's the most erotic thing I've seen on tv in a while.

“I had a room to myself as a kid, but my mother was always quick to point out that it wasn’t my room, it was her room and I was merely permitted to occupy it. Her point, of course, was that my parents had earned everything and I was merely borrowing the space, and while this is technically true I cannot help but marvel at the singular damage of this dark idea: That my existence as a child was a kind of debt and nothing, no matter how small, was mine. That no space was truly private; anything of mine could be forfeited at someone else’s whim.”  ― Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House

i love you “boring” trans people. i love you trans people who prefer to keep your transition or exact feelings on gender private. i love you trans people who dont want to be leaders or activists or role models. i love you trans people who just wish to live your lives. i love you trans people who read books quietly or go to work and chat. i love you trans people with “boring” or “normal” lives

post so nice had to reblog it twice and force it down everyone's throats