I miss my friend's " Frednort series "
And I made these edits last year for that series
Also I use a translator last year so idk if these are the correct words
Apologies in advance
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Japan

seen from Germany
seen from Japan

seen from T1
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from T1

seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from China

seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Tajikistan
seen from Iraq
seen from China
seen from China

seen from Italy

seen from United States
I miss my friend's " Frednort series "
And I made these edits last year for that series
Also I use a translator last year so idk if these are the correct words
Apologies in advance
LOUIS DEGARMO, VISUALS.
the streets are saying the episode is bad; im patiently awaiting your take
I wanted more out of it but I found 1.07 lacking too compared to the rest of the season. that being said. Louis
@eladead *
lestat and him are finished. it shouldn’t cut. and just as it shouldn’t, here it is, worse than before, an animalistic obsession with gutting his opponent in death, lust, in marriage.
marriage isn’t the word he was reaching for. loosely only. it’s a mental slip on the floorboards armand had laid over the wreckage that was the théâtre’s cremation. ‘sam’s weeps, the football roll of santiago’s head still satiate him across time. claudia’s beautiful face ashed halfway, about to flick off down the side like an ungroomed cigarette, momentarily shuts him up.
it’s felt so presently, his heart almost makes it to his mouth to ask for help. but no.
❛ all the literature in the world, and the best you can do is russian? you really can’t read, can you? ❜
daniel’s clipboard assessments, armand’s feverish distortions and inserts into louis’s mind, they paint him a fresh picture. lestat, as always, swirls a mop over the still-wet colors and smears one into the other before they’ve decided what they are.
then: armand down in the dust with half the penthouse dropped on him, willingly like a dog that done wrong. for this?
manic, for every depressed white wonder who had it hard, dime a fuckin’ dozen, louis plucks an eponymous book off the shelf, flinging them at lestat at vampire speed. and for every hardback lobbed, he recites its intellectual better—catch:
tolstoy. chekhov. ❛ jacobs. desdunes. ❜
that about covers the cyrillic greats. the upper shelf now, pages flapping.
kafka. salinger. shakespeare. ❛ dunbar-nelson. séjour. travis. do you know who any of them are? ❜
i know i haven't been here, but i'm adding some muses for when i come back - d.aniel m.olloy, l.ouis de p.ointe de l.ac, and s.antiago from i.wtv.
@flowerbcy
echolalia of the moment: sam reid saying “Louis”