I hate you. I've always hated your guts.

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@peach-tea-bitch
I hate you. I've always hated your guts.
Me crouching on the floor, talking to my dog earnestly, eye liner running: Ed knows the smell of Izzy's blood and rot through the fuckin walls, through the walls, he knows the rust of that man's blood better then his own mother's face, Listen to me-
ok but it seems like pretty much the entire time ed wasn't wearing stede's cravat
but he put it back on before he planned on offing himself...
Stede: where's ed??🥺🥺🥺
Everyone that just came off the revenge:
"Um... he.. he went to a farm upstate"
I just want to take this moment to fully appreciate first mate Frenchie, who is in fact first mate for 1 whole day against his will. In that time he does nothing Ed asks and helps kill him. Which means in fact he is the most successful first mate ever because he speed ran the first mate arch. He goes from loyal follower to Captain killer a whole 20ish years faster than Izzy. Go Frenchie Go.
They really sat down to write S2 of OFMD and asked themselves “what do gay people like?” And then wrote soup on a whiteboard and circled it seven times
HUGE note:
Lucius lies about Ed pushing him off the boat when he's WITH PETE. He glances at Pete before saying he fell.
(And pete has that adorable line about "that doesnt sound like you, you have impeccable balance babe," ngl my heart jumped into my throat)
But as soon as he's alone with Stede, he's like "fuck you and your shit boyfriend"
Lucius knows how much Pete looks up to Blackbeard and he's lying to cover for him, just for Pete.
These homosexuals are making me ill
he’s unhinged but he makes sure the crew has cake. he imagines the love of his life as a merman swimming to save him. he makes a figment of his own mind ring the bell in his imaginary inn. he’s high as shit. he’s wearing a pearl necklace with his hair in a messy bun. he ripped the ship’s wheel off after steering it into a storm. he painted a little bride cake topper to look like him. he’s crying on the floor every night. he conjured up a little pig to follow him around in purgatory. he’s thrown knives at every available surface. and have you seen his eyes. literally nobody is doing it like ed teach.
They're the same picture.
probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
iwtv textposts part eight
People praise Lestat and Louis for their toxic codependance, possesivness and sex-gazes as if House and Wilson haven't been killing this game since 2004.
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leonard cohen's you want it darker should be remixed and played in clubs like if i heard "hineni hineni....i'm ready my lord" and then the most insane beat drop of my life i'd see god on the dance floor
there is a good chance you've heard these remixes already but just in case one of them is close to what you are imagining
LESTAT + tumblr tags part 3 (part 1 · part 2) Interview with the Vampire (2022)
People on that post I made about liking fur and leather saying “Actually, we all just need to consume less 🥺” yes. That’s what I’m fucking saying. I got my primary leather jacket for Christmas in my freshman year of high school and I’m now 22. My fur coat was made in the 50s and I picked it up for $60 at an antique store years ago. I still sometimes wear a pair of leather hiking boots my mom got in the 90s while the pleather boots I bought in high school barely lasted 3 years. By wearing fur and leather, I am consuming less. It’s economical in the long run, the quality is better and it lasts longer. You think I have the money to buy a brand new leather jacket every year? The other two leather jackets I have are also vintage, one is from the 70s was fished out of the garbage and the other was $9 at a thrift store. They. Last.
big dog owners are like this is my dog Stink he weighs 110 pounds and if you don’t let him sit in your lap he will cry and kill himself forever