music not hitting, phone not hitting, Minecraft not hitting, food not hitting, mouth taste like blood, death comes for us all
ojovivo
hello vonnie
Today's Document

roma★
noise dept.
official daine visual archive
Cosmic Funnies
sheepfilms
Monterey Bay Aquarium
YOU ARE THE REASON
No title available
Phantogram Three
The Bowery Presents
Sweet Seals For You, Always
The Bright Sessions
h
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
d e v o n
tumblr dot com
occasionally subtle

seen from United States
seen from Indonesia

seen from Canada
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Netherlands

seen from Germany
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Norway
seen from Poland

seen from Malaysia
seen from Argentina

seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia

seen from Singapore
seen from Malaysia
seen from Argentina
seen from Colombia
@wykedkatwynn
music not hitting, phone not hitting, Minecraft not hitting, food not hitting, mouth taste like blood, death comes for us all
This is truly everything to me!! Also “the only type of love Armand knows is violent” really hurt me.
Daniel and Armand have a peculiar rhythm when they speak to each other. They can converse like any other two people, but there is a noticeable pattern that emerges whenever one of them wants something from the other, or simply familiarity emerges in their dialogue. Two minds moving toward the same point in parallel.
They do not exactly finish each other’s sentences. They seem to read each other well enough though.
Armand: Let me help you finish that job. Daniel: Yeah? A: Love between vampires can be one thing, or it can be countless things. D: I will never love... A: Like Lestat and Sofia. I want to be your maker. D: Finish the thought, Armand. A: I want to give you half your life back. D: Lestat and Sofia. A: Help you walk in the sun. I knew her as Gabriella. She's Lestat's mother. D: What? A: Lestat lays with his mother.
Armand: It was wrong of Louis to enter your memories yesterday. You were invited here as a guest. Daniel: Cell phones. A: You were rude, but he crossed a line. D: Artificial intelligence crunching improbable data. A: I offer my apology... D: How do you hide from the cloud? A: On his behalf. We should probably wait for him. D: Probably. A: He'll awaken when the sun sleeps. Your cell phones make you slaves to your fetishes and data retrieval is primarily about profits, so I suspect no one at Amazon is trying to sell us blenders.
Armand’s dialogue is continuous, cumulative. Daniel, however, interrupts and redirects. His words function almost like punctuation against Armand’s longer, more structured sentences. He does not follow the path Armand takes. Instead, he jumps directly to the important point, cutting away all that is unnecessary. Daniel tends to move toward specific statements, because he demands clarity and specifics. He is impatient. Armand's language connects pieces precisely because Daniel's language separates them.
Daniel extracts. Armand explains.
Armand speaks in layers, Daniel peels the layers away.
Their rhythm creates a familiarity that borders on mind-reading, they understand the direction of each other’s thoughts, Daniel's pattern expresses this familiarity even more so. He is more active in this familiarity because his lack of words shows understanding of Armand, which is such a subconscious act for the person who lost his memories of said familiarity, but its trace lingers.
There is also distance in Daniel’s style. Daniel gives the node of the thought rather than the path that led him there. His ability to jump straight to the point is part of his emotional guardedness. He is highly observant, quick. He analyses rather than reveals.
But there is progression from season 2 to season 3. Daniel is vulnerable all the time. He is someone who needs gentleness, he is emotionally incandescent, always close to the surface, always on the verge of something breaking through.
His pattern indicates that Daniel is closed off from Armand, he is emotionally guarded, which just brings this vulnerability to the surface. He is afraid.
They work perfectly together because Daniel identifies the missing pieces or important details and Armand gives context, history, and connection, which is surprising for his character. There is an innate predictability in the way they talk, which hints at past dm as much as everything else, but this level of subconscious intimacy is fascinating.
My two Devil’s Minion / DanielxArmand fic links are below (I will add to this list as I write more!) but this is for easy pinning.
thank u love u!
1. Old Habits
-slow burn
-Armand drops Daniel off at a motel after 3x07 and abandons him for a week then shows up high on asking for help
- They get cuddly in an uber
- in an upcoming chapter Daniel gets mad jealous at Armand dancing with other people and it gets HEATED
-in progress
https://archiveofourown.org/works/89840066/chapters/238694741
2. You Can Call It Love
- desperate alleyway loving
- romantic af in my opinion
-finished
https://archiveofourown.org/works/89135911/chapters/236636301
Something I haven't seen anyone talk about before is the parallel between the pilot episode and 3x06. I'm talking about this scene in particular.
It's a beautiful scene, partly improvised, but I'm talking about the framing. The background, the lighting-- for a moment there it doesn't look like they're in the streets, but it looks like it's a confessional booth. More specifically, it looks very similar to Louis' confessional booth from the pilot episode.
In the pilot episode, Louis has this really emotional confession, after which Lestat comes in, kills the priest, and they 'get married'. We don't know how much Lestat heard of his confession, but we don't need to know. Lestat knew, because he read his mind. He knew what Louis was going through, knew about his deepest, darkest thoughts and desires and all about his shame. And still, on the altar, he wanted to spend the rest of his immortal life with him.
In 3x06, this is paralleled. This is the reveal of Lestat's biggest, most well-kept secret (through really unethical means but this is not about that). Lestat didn't want for it to be revealed in this manner, but he later admits that deep down, he wanted Louis to know.
So Louis has everything revealed to Lestat, and Lestat still loves him and wants to be with him. Lestat then also has everything revealed to Louis, and Louis holds him and kisses his hair and tells him it's going to be okay. He still loves him, and later on in the episode he confirms they're back together (in some capacity).
They take turns in the confessional booth, but the result is the same. They love each other no matter what and it brings them closer together.
Touch starved… but it’s for a cool autumn breeze.
And for the blonde man, perhaps some torture?
you're my dog and to some extent my wife
Ice cold takes from a Transgender Woman:
Men are not inherently Evil
Everyone has the capacity for evil
Transgender Men are men
Transgender Women are women
Excluding Cisgender Men from your spaces requires Transgender Men to out themselves if they want to engage (Same for Women)
Anyone can be Non-Binary, there is no "look" or requirement
Non-binary masculine presenting people should be welcome in queer spaces, many are just treated as men and predators
Non-binary feminine presenting people should be welcome in queer spaces without being seen as "Woman-Lite"
Edited the wording on the first point because too many terfs keep thinking I'm their friend.
Favourite part of the Armand apology tour was that he knew not to show up to Louis with that notes app apology and big doe eyes asking for forgiveness. Louis would’ve flung him into the wall again.
This is so much funnier now post finale! Cause the only way he could even approach Louis for any kind of conversation he had to CUT HIS HEAD OFF! that gremlin knew he'd get his ass kicked otherwise.
it was love.
I still can't believe that Armand unconsciously invited his crush, who is a fucking good journalist, to interview him and his current husband about their story and relationship, which was built on a mountain of lies, with the sole purpose of let him wreck his own life because he kept feeling a void in his soul that apparently could only be partially filled by said journalist, former victim and greatest love of his life.
Unfair of my job to expect me to show up when I have arts and also crafts to do
It’s your boy, Daniel Molloy.
I love going viral on tumblr.com. It’s like if you stood in a field and said some of the stupidest shit a human being is capable of and then like fifty thousand crows attacked you
Don’t do this to me
my brother in christ you made the post
I THINK LOVE IS SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS TO OTHER PEOPLE by Michael Gray Bulla