the curves of your lips rewrite history

Ella. Early Thirties. Bisexual with a flair for glitter, leather and dramatic zooms. I dabble in writing, singing, hedonism and seeming like a competent person to people at my workplace. Walking encyclopedia of random facts about astrology, Greek myths, opera and pop culture. David Bowie took me by the hand and I never looked back. Current obsessions include Christopher Marlowe, Interview with the Vampire and literally any show Russell T. Davies has ever touched. Shamelessly simping for all four members of a sexy Italian glam rock band at the same time, because life is too short to limit yourself.

[platoapproved]

I think he carried me home that night. And the next morning I was standing in the crooked stone street in front of his father’s shop, tossing pebbles up at his window. When he stuck his head out, I said: “Do you want to come down and go on with our conversation?”

[twixnmix]

Warhol superstar Joe Dallesandro photographed by Andy Warhol, 1972.

[littlegirlinvisible]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 3.07: The Failures TVLTwT/IWTVTwT Version.

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[blueberry-matty]

one thing i think this fandom lacks is the understanding that many things can be true at the same time.

did Armand partake in the ruthless murder of Claudia? absolutely.

did Louis enable the fucked up power dynamics of pimp/sex slave between him and Armand? absolutely.

was Lestat a victim? absolutely.

did he also perpetuate the same cycles of abuse he himself was a victim of? absolutely.

do i wish the season had a different pacing and had more scenes from the TVL book? absolutely.

do i think the season works as a part 1 of 2 of a very long arc? absolutely (and i had soooo much fun watching it).

i have said this a billion times already but i do believe complexity and nuance are the key words here.

with that being said, that's all i'll say about this for now (and for a long time). i want to have fun with this show i cherish so incredibly much.

[whatareaccountnames]

Been getting really into Puccini operas lately and what I really like is the ones where the villain is a kind of guy who still exists nowadays because I just think. Oh. People are always people.

But like Pinkerton, guys like him still exist. He's the guy who wants to date Asian girls before settling down with a white wife. Literally, that's not even a joke. Or in the modern day he might be the 19 year old frat boy who thinks it's okay to flirt or worse with girls barely in high school, and groom and manipulate them into believing that he actually cares about them. Those kinds of guys still exist.

Or Scarpia with his hiding behind religion and wanting to break women.

People a hundred years ago had these kinds of problems, and the stories are still relatable and relevant. I really love them.

[sherbertilluminated]

Behold my contribution to the opera fandom

[sarkopterygia]

[emily84]

ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ 𝚂𝟹 ᴀᴋᴀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ʟᴇꜱᴛᴀᴛ (𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼) ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴠᴇʟᴠᴇᴛ ɢᴏʟᴅᴍɪɴᴇ (𝚄𝙺-𝚄𝚂𝙰, 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟾) ʙʏ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ ʜᴀʏɴᴇꜱ

bonus: bespectacled Real!Rashid / ChristianBale!Arthur

[carbonisedheart]

I need you all to know that, after the publication of the most controversial cantos of Byron's 'Don Juan' (pronounced Joo-ahn, because Byron thought it was funny that the British couldn't pronounce shit), one reader criticised Byron's muddling of tragedy and comedy by saying "we are never scorched and drenched in the same instance."

Both amused and irritated, Byron retaliated in a letter to his publisher thus:

"Blessings on his experience! ... did he never spill a dish of tea over his testicles in handing the cup to his charmer, to the great shame of his nankeen breeches? - did he never swim in the sea at Noonday, with the Sun in his eyes and on his head? ... did he never draw his foot out of a tub of too hot water, damning his eyes, & his valet's? Did he never inject for a Gonorrhea? - or make water through an ulcerated Urethra? - was he ever in a Turkish bath - that marble paradise of sherbet and sodomy?"

Proof you can't shame a man born without. It ain't classy, but it is a little funny.

[barcarole]

Detail from The Funeral of Shelley,  Louis Édouard Fournier, 1889.

The painting depicts  Edward John Trelawney, Leigh Hunt and Lord Byron present at the cremation, when in reality, according to Trelawney, Leigh Hunt never got out of the carriage and Byron was so shocked by the circumstances and the high temperatures that he retreated and went swimming instead.

[carbonisedheart]

Expansion: Edward Trelawney is a proven liar.

Byron did go swimming, but this was not an uncaring act. He is often characterised as indifferent to Percy’s death due to recounting the funeral dispassionately in a letter to Hobhouse, but this was his characteristic mode when he wished to distance himself from something he had found distressing. Additionally, Hobhouse hated Shelley and would not have had much sympathy for him going out in bad weather against the advice of seasoned italian sailors. Byron’s later reflections were much more harrowing, and his actions spoke volumes.

In actual fact, he had poured a lot of resources into both finding the bodies, paying Italian authorities for the treatment of their remains, and helping and funding Trelawney planning the funerals. He had also helped him to source frankincense and other aromatics to stifle the smell of burning flesh, and he was very upset by how Shelley and the others no longer resembled their living selves at all. He acted the stoic after the fact, but at the time of the cremations, he stripped off his clothes and waded into the water to escape the visuals and the literal smell of his friend burning. Leigh Hunt and Edward Trelawney fought over claiming Shelley’s heart (or a lump of organ meat that refused to burn), and Byron literally had to embarrass Hunt into giving it to Mary later.

This “swim” actually turned into a four hour fete of physical endurance that made him seriously ill. Byron was suffering from intense sunburn and also heat stroke after the exertion in the summer sun, something that took such a toll on him that he remarked several times in letters to friends that he had never physically recovered from it. Through today’s lens we can conjecture that this could even have been the start of the delicate state of health that caused him to succumb to the illness that killed him some months later in Greece.

Immediately after Percy’s death, Byron funded Mary Shelley and her child both staying in Pisa with the Hunts and, when she decided to return to England, shipping hers and Percy’s things home with her. Some weeks later he also sent her the money to travel home in comfort, but Leigh Hunt stole this money and lied to her that Byron had never sent it (by this time he was on his way to Greece), casting a pall over their very close friendship.

TLDR: Edward Trelawney and Leigh Hunt wrote their own fictional accounts of what happened after Percy’s death to make themselves look more central to the plot. Byron did not need to boast of this - his financial accounts and subsequent actions do all the talking, records of which still exist today and are verified by Mary Shelley’s own words. Byron was not always a good man, but in this instance he was as decent as anyone could hope a friend to be, even despite the fact that Leigh Hunt, Trelawney, and even Percy formerly had tried hard to paint him as a cruel, distant poser, likely due to their own petty jealousy of his celebrity. Leigh Hunt was a grubbing little slug that literally stole money from a widow. Do with that what you will.

[gnawing-suspicion]

I feel for everyone who isn’t having the time of their fucking lives with The Vampire Lestat. Every week I clap and cheer for the antics of the world’s saddest buzzword-laden bisexual crash-out diva and his crew of the least healed men to ever grace the small screen. The songs are cringe delightfully camp, the wigs are a nightmare, I’m living my best life, I’m loving every second. Why the fuck would you have a blood shower in your tour bus. The onscreen mother-son incest is only like the third wildest thing happening in any given episode. It’s insane. I never want it to end

[nextchapter]

really intrigued by how daniel's book is described as a "bodice ripper" and "steamy beach read" like do we think he took the time to write out some loustat smut scenes or are the passages describing french bengali smokeshow armand just so unwittingly and undeniably horny that you can practically feel the writer's sweat through the pages

[nextchapter]

louis narrates like he's in the great gatsby. armand narrates like he's in rebecca. lestat narrates like he's in katy perry's hot n cold (2008)

[dancinbutterfly]

Lestat narrates like he's the subject Arthur Stuart's journalistic obsession in Velvet Goldmine (1998)

[alethialia]

At a time when Netflix is getting roundly criticized for forcing its shows to treat the audience like we have all of two brain cells to rub together, The Vampire Lestat is out here volleying everything from 70s gay references to 1700s Dutch Republic references at the speed of light while saying, "You don't get it? Well, that's a fucking you problem."

And I love that for us.

[brian-kinney-apologist]

I understand that fareed is more of a physician than a psychiatrist but please can he start prescribing these vampires antidepressants, mood stabilisers, antipsychotics etc etc, I think it’s time 🫶🫶

[queenoftheimps]

For the amount of intense speculation this fandom does (including me!), it is extremely funny how good the show is at throwing curveballs like "Armand and Lestat's reunion is because Armand broke into his tour bus to do the Twelve Steps from AA, and Lestat decides to be horny ragebait"

[reticent-vampire]

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