you’re telling me a guy who tried to kill himself when claudia left nola and then again when she left paris and when armand told him claudia didn’t love him and who spent this whole season sick with grief for her. you’re telling me this guy sat through that seance heard what claudia said to him and he just chuckled and shrugged all that shit off like it was nothing. in what fucking world

lestat said kill yourself and armand made one of his bandmates jump in front of a train. lestat made fun of armand's sexual performance and past as a child sex slave and armand helped his boyfriend leak a video of lestat having sex with his own mother. you go low he goes to hell hall of fame

dm aside that entire daniel/armand exchange was so funny because “did you actually not get tortured by me?? was none of it real???” “noo babe ofc you tortured me, you tortured me so well you’re so good at torture”

just saw a pigeon doing the puffed up courtship dance thing to another pigeon, and as he was strutting around he suddenly stopped for a split second to do a very brief preen-peck at his own side, then returned to the strutting around. and i surprised myself by instantly losing respect for the male pigeon in that moment, like come on man i appreciate you had an itch or whatever but how is she supposed to feel special when you're getting distracted by bullshit like that? which on reflection i don't endorse, i mean those are pretty harsh dating norms i'm imposing on these pigeons, from a total outsider perspective, for no reason. probably not all girl pigeons are as uptight about that sort of thing as i would apparently be if i was a girl pigeon, maybe she even found it endearing who knows, i don't know her. it's none of my business really. sorry pigeons.

defending the cringe pop culture attempts at slang in tvl by proposing it’ll be a nice time capsule 25 years from now when we’re rewatching and i turn to my partner and say Babe aww they just said “Cheugy” remember that 2 month span where people said that? oh look they said Labubu remember that singular month when people were buying those? and the life-size scarecrow in bed next to me that i’ve stitched to look like hudson williams doesn’t say anything because its mouth is fabric

my daughter was my sister was my throw pillow was my waitress