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JACOB ANDERSON as Louis de Pointe du Lac Interview with the Vampire S2E8: And That's the End of It. There's Nothing Else.

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Jacob Anderson as Louis de Pointe du Lac Interview With The Vampire 2x08

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Color coming back into Louis's life.

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Jacob Anderson is just burning the fucking house down every episode isn't he. God in Heaven that's some acting. do people know about this. should we put an ad out in the paper

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louis saying "meow" 😭😭

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Claudia // Nobody (Mitski)

"At the core of it she’s just the loneliest girl ever." - Delainey Hayles

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the cutest defendants on trial

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JACOB ANDERSON for JÓN Magazine, Photographed by David Reiss

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I'm Nour Alanqar, and reaching out to you during a time of unimaginable hardship. I am 26 years old, married to Ashraf Ismail, who is 32, and together we have three beautiful children: Hussein, 6, Rajaa, 5, and Youssef, just 10 months old. Our lives have been turned upside down by the devastating war in Gaza, and we desperately need your help.

My daughter Rajaa is a radiant beam of sunshine, bringing boundless joy, warmth, and love to everyone she meets.

On a dark night at the beginning of the war, our area was subjected to massive bombing. The explosions reached our home, forcing us to flee into the night, running amidst periodic explosions and searching for survival. We made our way to southern Gaza by morning, seeking refuge in Rafah.

This is our home, filled with our memories and moments of joy and happiness, now reduced to rubble. Its destruction shattered our hearts.

In Rafah, we found shelter in a crowded warehouse filled with strangers, all of us struggling to find basic necessities like food, water, safety, and cleanliness. Despite these challenges, we were again hit by direct bombardment. My husband was injured in the shoulder, and the scene around us was filled with blood and corpses. The cries of my children in those moments still echo in my head.

A fragment of what it once was, and now, what it has become.

We moved several times to places described as safe, only to face new tragedies. During this period, my precious daughter Raja contracted hepatitis, adding to our suffering.

It was incredibly difficult for me to endure these disasters, especially as I was in the process of giving birth. Youssef was deprived of proper breastfeeding and the necessary nutrition for his age. Hussein's right to education and a safe childhood have been cruelly taken from him.

My baby Youssef, whom I clung to throughout the war, running with him through the rubble of shattered homes to escape.

At an age when Hussein should have been enjoying his childhood, all his rights were taken away from him.

Our situation is dire, and we need your support to rebuild our lives and provide a future for our children. Your kindness and generosity can make a profound difference. Your contributions will help us secure safe shelter, access to medical care, and the basic necessities of life.

Please, consider helping us during this critical time. Every donation, no matter the size, brings us one step closer to safety, stability, and a chance to rebuild our lives.

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An Inuit hunter and U.S. Coast Guard member enjoy the company of an orphaned polar bear cub. Cape Atholl, Greenland, circa 1968. (via)

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he touched me, so I live to know

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he touched me, so I live to know

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the hand that feeds

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This is what I want to be, which is why I cannot stand to look at him.

- The Story of Daniel the Devil's Minion, or the Boy from Interview with the Vampire

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Francis knows — this is the end of the line.

The wind whistles through the panel joints above them. Blanky pinches more tobacco from his tin and packs it into the pipe. He strikes a match, sleek metal against flint, and drags the tobacco back to a glimmer.

Francis grasps his empty mug with both hands to stop them from shaking.

“Get some sleep, Frank,” says Blanky, who notices anyway. “Fitzjames isn’t coming back tonight. You’d be the first to know if he was close.”

wrote a fitzier science fiction AU which was meant to be for the terror scifi fest but i missed it by uhh two months

word count: 6k

CWs: body horror, implied drug use, drug addiction

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You overpaid, with crumpled bills and some earrings with blood on them, like they were ripped from the lobes. You had a body about to bloom and the mind of a sophisticate. You didn't smile.