Lestat is my soul, my hero, my inner self, my ideal self. I feel an intensity when writing about him that I get with no other character […]. — Anne Rice (1941-2021).
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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shark vs the universe
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Acquired Stardust
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izzy's playlists!
styofa doing anything

@theartofmadeline
YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Kaledo Art
cherry valley forever

Love Begins
todays bird

oozey mess
hello vonnie
Misplaced Lens Cap
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@slutforlestat
Lestat is my soul, my hero, my inner self, my ideal self. I feel an intensity when writing about him that I get with no other character […]. — Anne Rice (1941-2021).
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private concert
Interview with the Vampire (1994)
🎃👻🎃 31 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN 🎃👻🎃
28/31: Interview with the Vampire (1994) dir. Neil Jordan
mysterious Lestat
a birthday gift for a friend
1791 was the year it happened. I was 24, younger than you are now. But times were different then, I was a man at that age: the master of a large plantation just south of New Orleans. I had lost my wife in childbirth, and she and the infant had been buried less than half a year. I would have been happy to join them. I couldn’t bear the pain of their loss. I longed to be released from it. I wanted to lose it all… my wealth, my estate, my sanity. Most of all, I longed for death. I know that now. I invited it. A release from the pain of living. My invitation was open to anyone. To the whore at my side. To the pimp that followed. But it was a vampire that accepted it.
Interview with the Vampire (1994) dir. Neil Jordan
GUARANTEED the funniest part of qotd is when akasha is like 'im gonna kill all men' and lestat is like 'that sounds like a bad idea but idk how to explain to you that it is. However my husband louis is rly rly smart and if you take me to him, hell explain to you why this is bad' and then they go to Louis and louis's essentially like 'fuck i mean idk seems bad but i couldnt tell ya why' NFJEJFJKD BOYS!!! GET IT TOGETHER
lets make a new trope: gay characters who are actually seemingly impossible to kill to the point that all of their enemies are comically frustrated. functionally immortal gay characters. being gay making you immortal. unkillable gay trope.
The Gays Bury You
isn’t this the vampire chronicles?
Lestat and Louis reuniting in “The Vampire Lestat.” Something I have wanted to illustrate for a long time.
The only guidance that the text offers as to what they’re wearing is a “shapeless black sweater” for Louis (unsurprisingly) and a “grey velvet coat” for Lestat, so I took that and ran. And of course I had to feather Lestat’s bangs and give him the hair metal treatment.
Interview with the manwh0re
low res lestat de lioncourt wip... for the goths and the gays
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please do not repost my art
Interviews & Rec (13/?) (Insp.)
Louis: You know what, just ask me a question. Just try to get to know me. Lestat : Okay…I can’t think of anything to ask you. I’m sorry, my mind is blank. Louis: Just ask me the first thing that comes to your head. Lestat: How big is it? Louis: …Really?
(Parks and Recreation; season 2, episode 4: Practice Date)
Interview With The Vampire (dir. Neil Jordan, 1994)
My heart is yours - Lestat x Louis ( fanart © malisvaart )
I stopped. I put my arm around him. I held him close to me. “I’m Lestat,” I said in a low voice. “Your Lestat. I’m the same Lestat you’ve always known, and no matter how I’m changed, I’m stil the same being.” “I know,” he said warmly. I kissed him. I pressed my lips to his and I held this kiss for a long silent moment. And then I gave into a silent wave of feeling, and I took him in my arms. I held him tight against me. I felt his unmistakable silken skin, his soft shining black hair. I heard the blood throbbing in him, and time dissolved, and it seemed I was in some old and secret place, some warm tropical grotto we’d once shared, ours alone in some way, with the scent of sweet olive blossoms and the whisper of moist breeze. “I love you,” I whispered. In a low intimate voice, he answered: “My heart is yours.” - PL, p.435
Actually it’s in Prince Lestat Page 555 to 556