Ancient Bisexual Vampire

Elder bat in ATX Nonbinary. POC. 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🇬🇺🇲🇽

[therozanov]

Even now, still thinking about him.

[texasbama]

THE VAMPIRE LESTAT 3.07 'The Failures'

[reticent-vampire]

[rocktheholygrail]

The Vampire Lestat (2026)

[gaypeople]

I hated sleeping without you.

[lestatdelioncuort]

A second thought save them all from my provoked rage...Where is Louis?

[amygdalae]

Wait, I have something to give you!

[The heebie jeebies has been added to your inventory]

[vetyr]

Red furnace

Prints here…

[dqnquality]

[sevdolo]

[tsuquilisda]

rebecca black was right. It’s Friday

[werenotreallystrangers]

We don’t know how much time we get with people

[bee-in-your-binnet]

Literally amazing that there’s a predator that goes “mrrp” and you’re allowed to have one in your house

[ormundshightower]

Madeleine made this. Said I looked splendid in it. That was her word. Splendid.

[audible301]

Incredible “saying the most harmful things I can think of to my parents to try to make them feel the way they make me feel” performance from Delainey

can we give her an emmy

[linatells]

How am i supposed to go on about my day knowing claudia and madeleine are apart? That madeleine accepted death hoping to be reunited with claudia in the afterlife only for claudia to be stuck nowhere bc of her unfinished business, unable to move on. That she has looked everywhere for her and she is surely looking for her lover too, wherever she is. That destiny is so cruel and after having such hard lives and a short time with each other, STILL not even in death can they rest peacefully together.

this episode fucked me up so bad

[acerbaa]

My love, I was so wrong. Dying is the opposite of leaving. When I left my body, I did not go away. That portal of light was not a portal to elsewhere, but a portal to here. I am more here than I ever was before. I am more with you than I ever could have imagined. So close you look past me when wondering where I am. It’s Ok. I know that to be human is to be farsighted. But feel me now, walking the chambers of your heart, pressing my palms to the soft walls of your living. Why did no one tell us that to die is to be reincarnated in those we love while they are still alive? Ask me the altitude of heaven, and I will answer, “How tall are you?” In my back pocket is a love note with every word you wish you’d said. At night I sit ecstatic at the loom weaving forgiveness into our worldly regrets. All day I listen to the radio of your memories. Yes, I know every secret you thought too dark to tell me, and love you more for everything you feared might make me love you less. When you cry I guide your tears toward the garden of kisses I once planted on your cheek, so you know they are all perennials. Forgive me, for not being able to weep with you. One day you will understand. One day you will know why I read the poetry of your grief to those waiting to be born, and they are all the more excited. There is nothing I want for now that we are so close I open the curtain of your eyelids with my own smile every morning. I wish you could see the beauty your spirit is right now making of your pain, your deep seated fears playing musical chairs, laughing about how real they are not. My love, I want to sing it through the rafters of your bones, Dying is the opposite of leaving. I want to echo it through the corridor of your temples, I am more with you than I ever was before.  Do you understand? It was me who beckoned the stranger who caught you in her arms when you forgot not to order for two at the coffee shop. It was me who was up all night gathering sunflowers into your chest the last day you feared you would never again wake up feeling lighthearted. I know it’s hard to believe, but I promise it’s the truth. I promise one day you will say it too– I can’t believe I ever thought I could lose you.

love letter from the afterlife, andrea gibson