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Baby Fitz and Sooty. If you even care.

Arrives to fandom 30 years late. Hi ROTE fans ;;

#rote

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klav headshots and mia lol

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INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE : THE VAMPIRE LESTAT (2026-) 3.07 "The Failures"

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Patience and Chivalry commission for @aporeticelenchus, with a little Fitz as a bonus because it made me feel nostalgic :D Thank you!

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thin veil today isnt it

mamoru

yes I DO live under a rock and her name is the Moon and she is always smiling but she teaches me nothing

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One of the best letters I’ve ever seen just popped up on my Facebook memories. Still makes me laugh.

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ok so write that down

irenthel

I can't believe Armand killed Larry.

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not to be vague but.

lustcannibalism

okay sure it’s your post now

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Cue 800 disaster alarms activating in harrow's brain

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When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.

I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.

Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.