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i love the thought of daniel being turned by armand purely because he fell down the stairs and armand panicked

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big fan of romance horror. big fan of terrible people still being loved. big fan of bending morality and turning the grotesque into something beautiful.

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No thoughts just Glinda checking to see if her tantrum worked

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I've been a third all my life. Not saying that to fight, just saying that it's true. I feel like I get to pick one thing for myself, and it's her. A weird white lady I met by happenstance.

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ok no but it’s about how nothing ever changes and how to immortal beings they don’t notice the cycle they’re trapped in. they try to break it. create new things. clubs. weddings. nothing ever changes. the club burns down. the wedding falls apart. you’re raising your son. he’s grown again and he doesn’t remember you. sunrise sunset. its back to the beginning. nothing ever changes. wishes and sword fights. boys nights and family dinners. it’s different you assure yourself. it’s different. i’m leaving soon. you tell yourself. it’s not true. because nothing ever changes. you try and try and try to leave. but nothing ever changes.

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not romantic partners or bros but a secret third thing where you build a secret tunnel system only you and your partner can access via your bed

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So, who's going to write the Nandermo crime-fighting fanfic with their super-secret underground lair, super cool costumes, and supercomputer?

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I haven’t moved from this

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We’re all a big family here 🖤

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I’ve got 99 problems and 98 of them can be attributed to poor time management and self control.

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I have a disease that makes me like vampires and titties its callled being a fucking genius

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It's Elphaba's first kiss. 💚💗

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imagine being so gay that upon being asked by some rando about whether you were friends with the wicked witch of the west you start playing a dead wife montage in your head of you and the ‘friend’ in question. like she asked if you were friends not if you were tonguing each other in the dorm every night but whatever if the shoe fits!

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he's immortal. he's gay. he's a girl dad. he's an amateur photographer. he has a story to tell. he has undiagnosed ills. he has regrettable choices in men. he ruins it with remorse. he got in that coffin of his own free will. his melancholic disposition bewitches every vampire. he gets gaslit daily. he secured the penthouse in the divorce. he owns the night.

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“We hope this email finds you well” babe, the only emails I hope find me well are the ones from Archive of Our Own

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he's immortal. he's bisexual. he picks lint off the sofa. his stare is unsettling. his tits are diabolical. he hasn't been painted in over 400 years. he's had an aerobic evening that even vc andrews would find questionable. he recites shakespeare with his fuckass bouquet. his clothes are off. his face is down in the coffin. he couldn't prevent it. he's divorced. he's gone off the grid. his firstborn is an old man.

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“You write me a song and put your lovers voice on it? Wtf is wrong with your head?”

Lestat:

“i almost ate my nephew, lestat”

lestat: