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I've seen multiple people question why Armand is trying to make Louis apologize and it's genuinely making me lose my mind?

Louis swept into his home city, demanded special treatment and to be exempt from coven rules even though Armand already knew he was a vampire killer and was cutting him slack, then put the coven in direct danger of exposure while absolutely refusing any chance to get the fuck out or join the coven that Armand was offering him, while offering him literally 0 verbal affection, very little physical affection, and not even CONFIRMING that they were in a relationship, WHILE evoking his half-remembered real name that he associates with his years as a child slave in a brothel INTO A BDSM DYNAMIC, THEN when Armand was like "Ok, my coven is gonna mutiny if I don't kill you so I'll have to kill you" he proceeded to burn his life's work down and kill 12/13 people Armand had spend the past 200 years with, THEN he explicitly dragged Armand along in a loveless relationship for 77 years JUST TO SPITE LESTAT, WHILE cheating on him more than 200+ times over and over and over

Did you watch the goddamn show? Louis was fucking awful to Armand.

gay-goth-gremlin

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @mythals-whore so I guess I’ll share my still very much a wip

Here on the tail-end of Wednesday 🙏🏻

phantomrose96

You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.

By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.

I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?

pendragyn

it's probably from assholes making asks a minefield of trolling/harassment for years with no real blocking ability, which turned people off from allowing asks on their blogs so as a whole the site moved away from it

but now that we do have better blocking, we should try to revive it.

triflesandparsnips

Reblog if your ask box is open.

midnigtartist

Fugitive not boyfriend wont take her calls

blacksalander

Vaelus

casualavocados

Rand al’Thor. In the glass columns you will walk the footsteps of your blood ancestors. Each step forward, a step backward through time. Sometimes dozens of years, sometimes hundreds. To lead is to know where you came from, to understand the blood in your veins.

THE WHEEL OF TIME 3.04 | The Road to the Spear

cerleansky

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.