Self-Described Willing Sacrifice

★Stray★he/they★autism★🇨🇦★21★ ★TME★white★

[batavias]

Doctor says I got the depression from a lavender bush growing outside my house. Yep. The smell drifting in through open windows in the summer heat made me melancholy. [reacting to everyone's incredulousness and getting defensive and aggressive] I'm telling you that's what he fucking SAID. He said scents can bring about a mournfulness in the soul. No. He said there's nothing to be done about it now

[godblessdoppo]

Nothing shows more the true colors of someone's said morality than jump on the hating train to a third world country, sliding under the premise of a worldwide hate, so posting "jokes" about their poor economy, their hungry lower class, their open wounds for fighting to retrieve their territory, their loss in a war that stablished a turning point in the society, are all acceptable ways to behave, passing as part of a justified hate, pretending their morality isn't crap and they obtained a free pass to being xenophobic, racist and a fascist, trumpeting to call ICE on their citizen. Many of them are not so different than a conservative follower, and the massive wave of treating argentina as the pest, free pass has shown that

[kristorey]

the thing! the terror! i had to finish this this morning

[calebwittebane]

you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for an amazing reason

[batmanshole]

crisp glass of water moodboard

[sivavakkiyar]

1 year ago today (July 19th)

[sivavakkiyar]

2 years ago today (July 19th)

[downsouthdyke]

*pic for attention*

I need help bad. Idk what to say. I just im not sure if I want to keep trying. It feels like it all amounts to nothing. Im canceling dr appts bc I cant afford them. Im off my medications bc I cant afford them. I have until the 11th to save my car. My power will be off the 13th. I need food. Im exhausted. I just dont know how to keep going when for years I have tried and tried and done nothing but got sicker and sicker and therefore poorer and poorer. I don't think ive reached goal in months, years actually so i just keep drowning more. Im so tired. It feels like noone gives a fuck abt black women, abt poor women, abt disabled women, abt gay women, abt trans women. Feels like my and my wife's existence is just a joke to the universe.

If u are able to help me I'll put my paylinks and home needs wishlist below:

zlle: [email protected]

cshapp: $sailorsylvie

vnmo: Serena-Manning

pypal: [email protected]

Kofi

Home Needs Wishlist

My website where I sell handmade Press-On Nails

Thanks y'all, hopefully it all turns around. For all of us.

[downsouthdyke]

I have until tomorrow for my car. Im at $411/1338. Please keep sharing if u can!!!

[downsouthdyke]

I HAVE TODAY!!!!!

[yellow-cat]

(voice of a person spiralling) its embarrassing but i still havent figured out if its ok for me to be alive

[zapatism]

lol ur watching the world cup finals sorry im too busy HAVING SEX

(texting my dick guy) we gotta have sex rn i just blogged

(dick guy) im watching the world cup

[the-quasar-hero]

You can make a movie with where the only white character is a man named Ray Cism whose one line of his 16 seconds of screen time is “I seriously hate women and minorities.” and you’ll find fifty bajillion reader x Ray Cism fanfics and renaissance style drawings of him with a halo of golden light

[withdreamsofhereafter]

Orchids

[vampszop]

Armand Amadeo Arun

[lestatdelioncuort]

Assad Zaman as THE VAMPIRE ARMAND

THE VAMPIRE LESTAT | 3.07 "THE FAILURES"

[userarmand]

at least there's them

[jeunesseoubliee]

You know it's a Gothic Horror show, and you're supposed to feel uncomfortable, right? I do. But do you? Do you, Rolin, and Hannah understand that? Because from where I stand, only the Black characters seem to be trapped in a horror story. The others appear to be in a completely different genre.

The issue isn't that viewers like myself don't want to feel uncomfortable. The issue is that, in this Gothic Horror show, Black characters disproportionately bear the brunt of the violence.

Take this season finale as an example.

At the end of Episode 6, two characters are beheaded. Yet in Episode 7, we are shown the severed head and mutilated body of the black character in explicit details, while the white character's mutilated body is shown only briefly and out of focus, and his severed head is hidden from us.

Louis's arc is presented as a parallel to Lestat's. Both characters are placed in situations where they must confront people they have wronged, or at least people the narrative insists they have wronged, as well as their pasts, relationships, and mistakes. (Personally, I don't believe Louis owes Armand anything, but the narrative clearly wants the audience to think otherwise.🙄🙄🙄)

Yet the way these parallel journeys are depicted are drastically different.

Lestat's reckoning unfolds in beautiful rooms, elegant spaces, and dreamlike settings. He sits comfortably while listening to the grievances of the people in his life. He argues back. He reflects. He moves through beautiful environments, from grand rooms to forests and back again. Even when he is forced to confront painful memories, the experience is framed as introspection. The focus remains on his emotional and psychological journey.

Meanwhile, Louis is placed in what looks like a torture room straight out of a Saw movie. His severed head sits on a table, hooked up to a machine. His body is positioned across from him, forcing him to stare at it. His suffering is not just physical; it is public and humiliating. His torture is broadcast for others to watch and study. His pain becomes both spectacle and data. He is joined by Regina, another Black character, whose torture is used as leverage against him.

The man torturing Louis demands an apology, not for any genuine wrongdoing, but because Louis failed to love him the way he believed he deserved to be loved, and failed to show enough empathy for his trauma. This is the same man who murdered Louis's daughter in a lynching and attempted to murder Louis in that same lynching, and who, only minutes earlier, boasted that he took aesthetic pleasure in making Louis's death visually exhilarating as part of that lynching.

And so the torture continues. Louis is pushed to the brink of death. Regina is slicing her wrist. Eventually, Louis gives in. He apologizes. He accepts responsibility not only for hurting his torturer's feelings but for the torture itself. He tells his torturer that his coldness and denial drove him (the torturer) to these actions (the torture). The torturer receives the apology he wants, ends the torture, heals and frees Regina, and leaves, but not before carving the letter "A" onto Louis's mutilated body.

Meanwhile, Lestat is still moving through beautiful settings, confronting his past, and listening to others condemn him for the failures of his life. His story reaches its climax in the final act, when he is surrounded by the people in his life and the people he has wronged, some of whom are cheering him on. Rather than being subjected to physical degradation, he is given space for self-reflection. The focus remains on his memories, his relationships, his mistakes, the horrors he has committed, and his regrets. He eventually acknowledges some of his mistakes and even apologizes to one of his victims. Instead of fleeing from his past, he chooses to face it. His reckoning culminates in understanding, and the arc ultimately ends with imagery that evokes transcendence, as though he is ascending to heaven.

Both Louis and Lestat are given parallel narrative arcs centered on confronting their pasts, their relationships, and the harm they have caused. Yet the show presents those reckonings through vastly different visual and narrative lenses. Lestat's journey is psychological, reflective, and aesthetically beautiful. Louis's journey is a sustained ordeal of physical and psychological torture, humiliation, and degradation. One character is invited to examine himself; the other is turned into a spectacle of suffering. While Lestat is afforded reflection, Louis is afforded degradation.

And I'm supposed to look at that contrast and just shrug and say, "Well, that's Gothic horror for you"? Really? Take the blinders off. Look at what is being asked of Louis and compare it to what is being asked of Lestat. One is granted introspection, reflection, and, ultimately, transcendence. The other is subjected to torture, humiliation, and spectacle. The genre does not erase that disparity. If anything, it makes it more obvious.

My issue is not the horror. My issue is who is repeatedly asked to embody that horror, whose pain is treated as spectacle, and whose pain is afforded dignity, nuance, and care.

[doctorwhowatchesthewatchmen]

the circus is empty, all of the monkeys are here

[briannyssey]

Oh easy mistake. Yearning actually rises from the floor and longing hangs from the ceiling

[briannyssey]

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