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[illaisland]

Happy Birthday to the love of my life, Dana Katherine Scully, and fuck everything else in this fucking godforsaken godawful timeline.

[penitentsun]

Do you have any hcs about what Armand does when he's alone?

Thanks for the ask! The vampire tends to fill up his time with motion (don't let his stillness fool you).

He talks to the houseplants: "You will not die. I am giving you adequate light. There is no reason for you to die. This is a reasonable expectation." The plants do not always cooperate.

Armand practices being himself in the mirror. The vampire stands before his reflection and watches his own face settle into various microexpressions (for specific contexts). Flexes his fingers.

( For all of his doubts, he can at least, more than anything else, trust in the obedience of his limbs. )

He moves furnitures, by compulsion. Sometimes back in their original position after a displacement only centimeters different.

( Does he want the surfaces to remember his hands? Do the objects know their position? Does Armand? )

Sits for hours in a Spot; he has one specific location where everything is Optimal.

There are hidden boxes with manila folders stuffed with outdated newspaper clippings of San Francisco bylines. They belong to a young man whose blood he can still taste if he concentrates. Armand would spread them across the floor and stare.

Did I mean it? I must have meant something. But memory, even for us, curdles and reshapes itself according to present needs.

( He visits the archive less and less. )

Armand watches reality television with the volume off and the subtitles on.

He does things for his at-the-time lover(s). For example, he would cook a medical-grade blood bag in Louis' preferred sous vide and set the warmed crystal glass on the nightstand.

( Maybe that is all there is for creatures such as himself: the endless re-adjustments of what can touched, while the things that matter recede always just beyond reach. )

[starburntandblind]

It’s been said a billion times but I’m gonna say it over and over until I can breathe again.

Stranger things was a show about freaks and weirdos that was made for freaks and weirdos and turned into a show about freaks and weirdos that was made for the ga.

The battle scenes went from graphic and life threatening to simple and basic because of the ga.

The plot became more and more basic and spoonfed for the ga.

Byler was pushed aside and denied for the ga.

Robin went from a masc awkward girl to a straight-femme presenting for the ga to view her as more palatable and “pretty”.

Mike was destroyed as a character to spare the ga’s precious, pathetic, needs for comfortable conformity.

Once the show became as popular as it is today the focus stopped being for those who made it popular to begin with; the freaks and weirdos, and became a cash grab targeted at the ga.

It’s not our show anymore.

It’s theirs.

And it will haunt me forever.

“It’s forced conformity, it’s KILLING our children” -Eddie Munson, who represents the kids who never fit in and took the representation of the freaks and weirdos with him when he died.

[izanerdsworld]

I would like everyone here to know I cheered when Scott Clark came back in season 5

[possibly-emu]

Tom “will walk through the audience and drink their wine” Mayo

[solonarrative]

Happy birthday to my firstborn💜