the symbolism of my dreams has been really heavy-handed lately
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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the symbolism of my dreams has been really heavy-handed lately
There's an argument to be made (neither here or there on it) about Armand being resistant to having or allowing an open dialogue on race and racial differences between him and Louis, namely on the matter of the lynching, if anything. But I quite enjoy looking at it in the opposite way where it was rather very encouraged in their home to talk about it, and such history. Maybe they don't necessarily touch that particular matter often, as it's sensitive, and conflict prone, and clearly Armand has things to hide about it, but I can really picture Loumand having some thorough discussions on race and colonialism more generally. They have clearly different perspectives, as they have very different backgrounds, but this more informs the others ideas about it and about them than it does take from the thoughts formed about it or them. Unlike Loustat there is a mode of relation they can have on the matter, and I don't see why it would've gone to waste. It seems implied, just by looking at the art they have in their home, and the kinds of books Louis is reading at the time - which seem to inform his artistic tastes - they just do have discussions about how they are forming an understanding of the world, and their racial identities is a part of this. I don't know. Would you purchase 'slave auction' without having a very in depth discussion about it?
When one of you was a slave brought to a foreign land [from India] on a boat, as is shown in this painting, and one of you is a black creole man only a generation removed from the end of chattel slavery? These 'reminders' they place around their home seem like informed decisions, not absent ones.
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In honor of the season 3 finale I give you our beautiful Helen of Troy Louis de point du lac
my tummy hurts. it's never loustatover
so fucked up that in a season of lestat being sexualized and sexually abused, he spends most of episode 7 as a headless body on a butcher's table. and that's still the least crazy thing happening in that scene
it's really never loustatover
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Second time's the charm.
the song is about gabriella; lestat sings "gabriella" while the tenor sings "mama" over him. lestat is coming to terms that he cannot separate the two, that it is indeed his mother abusing him
putting aside everything else I could say about the finale and season overall, I almost wish there was a bit more conflict for loustat. I liked the setup about how they were reconnecting and the book got in the way of that and brought up all this stuff for them. I was excited about the slow burn and angry simmering. but then in episode 2 they confront each other about the book and the issue mostly dissolves. they spend time apart, and then regina brings them back together in a pretty seamless way. I guess they kind of spiral when they don't have each other but they just keep picking up where they left off. I suppose in a season full of chaos they find an ocean of calm in each other, but I am curious about how it would have been if that confrontation had come a bit later or had been woven throughout the season.
JACOB ANDERSON - the vampire lestat: after dark (2026)
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feel like a deflated balloon like a sad little flaccid balloon with like one mouthful of air and a little bit of spit still trapped inside. but not in a sexy way