#by Claudia Mills

[ladyelainehilfur]

11 year old me reading my first ever enemies to lovers in a book and shipping it

vs

college me reading the exact same book and shipping it even harder:

[brotherconstant]

Who am I supposed to love? You two have each other. Who's my Lestat? Who's my Louis? I'm not human. Wh… What human would want me?

CLAUDIA APPRECIATION WEEK: “Somebody to love”

[ghostampire]

best outfit

[yellowtambourine]

Interview with the Vampire (2022)

EPISODE 4: " THE RUTHLESS PURSUIT OF BLOOD WITH ALL A CHILD'S DEMANDING"

(faceless) | 11/?

[alluringwaves]

GIDEON PREWITT.

“Everything is Gideon Prewitt sensory overload, but then I don’t think there could even be such a thing. I don’t think there could ever be too much of him.”

— Emma Mills, Foolish Hearts

[head-vampire]

Requiem Chevalier Vampire (2000)

[cantsayidont]

Fall 2010. Cluttered layouts and a penchant for barely legible captions threaten to make the art impenetrable, but Pat Mills' CLAUDIA: VAMPIRE KNIGHT (a spinoff of REQUIEM: VAMPIRE KNIGHT, serialized in HEAVY METAL), drawn by Franck Tacito, is an amusingly trashy tongue-in-cheek horror-adventure about gleefully sadistic vampire Claudia Demona, on the loose in Hell after apparently being "killed" on Earth. Here, she accidentally catches feelings for fellow vampire Elizabeth (Liz) Bathory.

[asexual-juliet]

foolish hearts halloween. is this anything.

[count-demonlord-of-decadence]

[thefailurecult]

[saintundying]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!🦇

i come bearing claudia & madeleine fic rec treats!

the good kind of parasite, a bad bloodsucker by skvadern (@vastsexual), e

Pretty, really. That long, thin little trail, spilling down her smooth-shaved skin, starkly red against her pallor. I am leaving a trail, I am Gretel! And fuck, she had been, little splashes in her wake like a line of candy. Bite-sized berry-red gumdrops. Claudia can't get her mind off Madeleine's blood.

she's gonna get you from behind by kanxie, m

Madeleine shifts from one leg to the other, uncharacteristic of the vampire she’s meant to behave as. The leftover blood in her from the night before throbs. A steady trickle of it begins its descent downwards within her. Danger is her favorite aphrodisiac.

da mi basia mille by quensty, e

Claudia used the change from her collection of motorcyclists to buy Madeleine a pair of heels that made her legs look long and beautiful. “How do I look?” she asked, meeting her eyes in the mirror. Claudia wanted to pin her up on her wall. “Tall,” she said. “No man will ever date you.”

pomegranates by jinxettes, m

Claudia and Madeleine have moved to Nice, France after leaving the coven behind. On a hunt like any other, things go awry.

que estrago by contranarciso, m

Before Madeleine gets turned into a vampire, they talk.

(you make me feel like) a natural woman by glitterghostie, m

As Claudia and Madeleine navigate the beginnings of their eternal life together, Claudia struggles to reconcile her sexuality with her eternally youthful body. Madeleine has an idea that might help.

[sunshine-theseus]

Inside and Out | Aitana Bonmati x Reader

Words: 1.7k Summary: you weren't a cheerful or outgoing person but Aitana has plans to change that. - I'm back! sorry for delays Warnings: apologies, once again probably poor Spanish. request for - @realsociadadferminofan

People were often afraid of me upon first glance. You come to expect it when you’re covered in tattoos and rather buff, my resting face rather unhappy. It doesn’t mean it hurt any less when I try to talk to someone, and they went running for the hills. So I became the person everyone expected me to be; grumpy and lonely.

Until her.

Aitana was the epitome of sunshine. Smiling and full of life, welcoming people wherever she went. That’s exactly how she greeted me on my first day as Barcelona’s fitness coach. No one else bothered to approach me until Jonatan introduced us but as soon as Aitana saw me, she had her hand out for me to shake and asking how I’m doing, smiling brightly up at me.

I tried to keep up the ‘dark and broody’ demeaner for as long as I could around her, but she made it so hard. Every day before training she’d come in with that same smile, like sun beaming through the clouds, and would start up a conversation. In the beginning I replied with brief answers to get her to leave as soon as possible. Once I realised she wasn’t giving up anytime soon, I warmed up to it. Even going as far as looking forward to the daily meeting.

“Bon día!” She comes bounding into the gym, at exactly 9am as usual (after she learnt I love routine).

Other people mill around us, but we don’t notice as we begin to talk, occasionally attracting their eyes when we laugh too loud.

“Joder! Voy a llegar tarde al entrenamiento.” I’m left to smile affectionately as the Catalan makes a run for the locker room to get ready. (fuck! I’m going to be late to training).

I quickly make the decision I need to ask her out, fawning over her from a distance was not working out like I’d hoped. Completely ditching the gym plan I was scheming; I begin to make a list of things I know she likes. Instantly removing football off the list, I eventually land on a picnic at a lookout. The sunsets have been spilling pockets of warmer colours and casting a golden glow upon the city, I want to see that with her.

When the time for Barcelona Femení to walk through the gym doors comes, I grow nervous. Making a plan was all well and good but executing it was much harder than it seemed.

Making sure everyone has enough water and had a good lunch, it’s hard to keep my eyes off Aitana. Her sleeves are rolled up after spending time in the sun and her shorts are similarly so. The muscles that are normally so softly defined, prominently flexing as she makes her way over to some weights and begins lifting.

“If you keep staring she’s going to think you’re insane.” Claudia whispers in my ear as I help her fix her stance.

“Shut up, I’m not staring. Just… making sure she’s doing the right thing.” The younger girl chuckles and continues her reps while I try desperately to distract myself.

It continued to prove harder than expected. Every bicep curl, lunge, bicycle rep, my eyes drifted to her. The way beads of sweat dripped down her face and over the divots and hills of muscle that never seemed to stop flexing. The way her head tilted back as she chugged water. The laugh that echoed through the gym when Keira tried to speak Spanish or told an English joke she didn’t quite understand but found funny none the less.

The last of which did spark a jealousy deep in the pit of my stomach that I had to push down as I helped the other girls. Eventually I had to excuse myself to “take a call”, rushing to my car to bang my head against the wheel to try and knock some sense back into myself.

Jona, coming back from his late lunch with his wife and kid, knocks on my window in concern. I jump in surprise as he questions me.

“Estás bien? Qué ocurre?” the muffled voice is comforting none the less. (are you okay? What’s wrong?)

“Estoy enamorado pero tengo miedo de decir cualquier cosa. Y no puedo pensar en nada más” I groan and slump back in my driver’s seat. (I’m in love but I’m afraid to say anything. And I can’t think of anything else)

“Ahhh Aitana.” A smile spreads across his face and I flush red.

“How do you know?”

“She broke your dark and broody appearance. Only someone in love would allow their disguise to stripped away.”

“Well what about her? How does she feel?”

“Hard to tell. She’s always such a kind soul. But she’s never been so adamant in getting close to someone, so the chances are high. She risks being late every day to talk to you.”

“Qué? She shouldn’t do that.”

“But she’ll continue to.” The coach leaves with a smile and a skip in his step as he goes to overlook the team I’m currently supposed to be training.

I wipe the sweat off my palms, check my forehead in the rearview mirror to make sure there isn’t a mark from the wheel, and make my way back inside. I take to my usual spot in the corner, arms crossed, displaying the muscles that tend to scare away most, and yell orders across the room. If Aitana was risking her work for me, I’d simply stop allowing it. No more lingering conversations, no more daily meetings at 9am. No more anything. Back to my old self, for her.

That plan didn’t last long.

~~~~~

“Bon día!” the Catalan makes her usual cheerful entrance at exactly 9am, but I don’t even look up at her as I reply with a simple “morning.”

“Estás bien?”

“Mmhm.” I can picture the frown that adorns her face. Eyebrows pinched together and the corners of her mouth downturned, an expression that should never appear on such a ray of sunshine.

“Talk to me. What’s wrong?” Aitana pulls out the chair parallel from me and sits.

“I’m busy, you’ll be late.” There’s a pregnant pause and I can almost hear the cogs turning in her head. I hadn’t been this blunt toward her since we first met.

“I always make it to training on time, even when our conversations last longer than normal. You haven’t had a problem with it before.” It’s hard to fight her when she’s right.

“But I will be late today if you don’t talk to me. In fact I’ll miss all of training, sitting in this chair, waiting for you. I’ll always wait for you mi quiera.” I pause and let out a sigh, leaning back in my chair and finally looking into the chocolate brown eyes in front of me.

“There’s this girl… she’s so amazing and kind and she made me lower my guard when no one else could. She didn’t stop until I crumbed. She’s always there for me. I really like her Ai, but I don’t know if she likes me back.” Another silence follows but I watch as the stoic expression blooms into a toothy grin.

“Sí, she likes you very much.”

“Would she like to go on a date with me?”

“Sí.”

Despite the simplicity of the conversation in comparison to how I’d originally planned it, I feel myself grow giddy, a word I do not use lightly for myself.

“I’ll pick you up at 5pm? Nothing too fancy.” Aitana nods and bids me goodbye, heading to training as I try and fail to focus on today’s session plan once again.

-

As promised, I pull up to Aitana’s small apartment building at exactly 5pm, finding her waiting out front. A peach linen singlet and white denim shorts adorn her body, black sandals comfortably on her feet.

“Hola! You look cute.” She’s confident in her statement as she slips into my passenger seat.

“Thank you. You look beautiful, as always.” I barely catch the dusting of blush that brightens her cheeks momentarily.

“Where are we going mi quiera?”

“It’s a surprise.” I lean my arm on the centre consol, simply a comfort measure, but Aitana slips her arm beside it and fixes her hand in mine.

“Everything is a surprise with you.” I simply hum in content and continue the drive.

I try to distract her any time we approach a sign with the name on it, pointing out things that weren’t there or cracking jokes only she would laugh at now she understands my humour.

“Mirador Sirriá?! This is like the best lookout in Barcelona! I’ve heard the sunsets are so pretty from here, but I’ve never seen with my own eyes.” She rambles as I find a spot to park. It’s relatively deserted for how popular it is, but I can’t complain.

“The best sunset for the best girl.” I tease as I hop around to her side to open the door.

“That was cheesy.” Aitana giggles as she follows me to the boot, grabbing the picnic blanket and basket of snacks for us to enjoy.

“A picnic? Aye you have a way to my heart.” She helps me lay down the blanket and takes a seat.

“No tenía ya una camina hacia tu corazón?” I let out a fake gasp as I set the food down in front of us. (I didn’t already have a way to your heart?)

We begin to eat and talk, laughing until our bellies ache as the sun sets behind the Barcelona skyline. The air starts to feel fresh and the orange hue that casts down on us makes Aitana seem ethereal.

“Hermosa.” I whisper and she turns her head. Her eyes seem to glow in the light.

I tuck a hair that flies into her face behind her ear and cup her cheek.

“You’re so beautiful, inside and out. I would still be an angsty, cruel, unhappy fitness instructor you all hated if you didn’t force me out of my shell. Thank you.” I barely finish my sentence before her lips are on mine. It’s a feverish kiss but still full of love and adoration.

My other hand grabs her waist as both hers fist my shirt. We don’t stop until air is no longer travelling to our lungs.

“I couldn’t let the grumpy, unhappy trainer stay that way. You’re too beautiful not to feel loved, inside and out.” I bump my nose against Aitana’s and smile one of the biggest smiles I ever have.

“Te amo.”

“Te amo.”

[gallierhouse]

Contents of Lestat’s vanity

Mason Pearson boar bristle hair brush

Half-empty tube of Oribe curl cream, next to the Keratase heat protectant he lost the cap for, next to a bottle of hair oil advertised to have “shimmer” but the shimmer turned out to be biodegradable glitter and he looked really stupid until it washed out… 

Dyson Airwrap in the limited edition pink and rose gold

Makeup wipes (for the ladies, of course, and he has a multipack of toothbrushes somewhere, too)

Ultra-thin condoms, which he usually doesn’t wear, since he’s got no real need to, but if he must, they’re somewhere there… He’s sure there are ribbed ones somewhere, too.

Maude’s lube (classy, nicely packaged, appeals to the ladies) and Gun Oil (let’s go, boys, hell yeah, masculinity).

Tide pen. If he drips blood on something this miraculous little can make it disappear, et voila!

Cluster of perfume bottles. Serge Lutens’ Le Couche du Diable, Kilian’s Black Phantom, Drakkar Noir, possibly CDG’s Avignon for nothing but the drama…

Horrible Richard Mille he bought on a whim and is now a little embarrassed of.

In a drawer there’s a vintage Reverso hidden away, the original sporting model, and it’s really nice, but he never wears it. It might live with an original Submariner Louis bought him next to the cuff links he bought with Louis.

Necklace that belonged to his maman. He doesn’t look at it that much, it might be placed less conspicuously so it doesn’t catch the light. There’s a signet ring looped around the chain which he doesn’t look at, either. 

An old hunting knife. Kept at the back of a drawer or something. Scratched up and blunt, but almost certainly a coming of age gift he can’t get rid of and can’t bear to look at. There might be an old leather collar stuffed in there somewhere, too. 

Photo of Louis, possibly a lock of his hair, placed inside a velvet bag and kept in a drawer otherwise empty

Family photo of him, Louis and Claudia, but it’s been put face down so the photograph isn’t visible.

His iPad connected to his ridiculous $20,000 speaker set up

[alluringwaves]

CLAUDIA WALLACE.

“I remember thinking . . . ‘Claudia feels this so much more than I do.’ You just care so much, you know? And sometimes I feel like I’m cut off from stuff because my first instinct is like, ‘okay, how can we fix this, what can we do to make it better.’ But your first instinct is just like, ‘how must the other person be feeling?’ It cuts so close with you."

— Emma Mills, Foolish Hearts

[dizzymoods]

one of the the things that black liberals do is erase/whitewash not only Black reds (Langston Hughes, Assata Shakur, BPP, Henry Winston, Claudia Jones etc) but also the work nonBlack communists did.

Like today i found a pdf of Ho Chi Minh’s writings. In 1924 he opens his essay “Lynching” with

It is a well known fact that the black race is the most oppressed and most exploited of the human family

He also has an essay in the same year examining the resurgence of the Klan! Literally just now found a collection of writings on race he did I'm gonna read tomorrow

I didn’t know until late last year that Marx organized with english workers against the crown intervening on behalf of the Confederacy during the Civil War (to help its own textile industry), a turn which would likely have changed the tide of emancipation. Famously Marx says that as long as long as Black people are bonded in slavery that no worker can be free.

But! Also, Black liberals don’t ever talk about how our interest in communism and therefore anti-imperialism paved the way for the civil rights movement.

Attorney General McGraney brief to the Supreme Court for Brown v Board had the following:

It is in the context of the present world struggle between freedom and tyranny that the problem of racial discrimination must be viewed. The United States is trying to prove to the people of the world, of every nationality, race, and color, that a free democracy is the most civilized and most secure form of government yet devised by man. We must set an example for others by showing firm determination to remove existing flaws in our democracy. The existence of discrimination against minority groups in the United States has an adverse effect upon our relations with other countries. Racial discrimination furnishes grist for the Communist propaganda mills, and it raises doubts even among friendly nations as to the intensity of our devotion to the democratic faith.

a sentiment Baldwin would describe a decade later in The Fire Next Time.

Anyway earlier today I was reading Losurdo's lecture on Western Marxism (in the appendix of his newly translated book on the subject) and he spends a bit of time talking about how Eastern Marxists talked about Black Americans. Did you know Robert F. Williams (author of Negroes with Guns) met with Chairman Mao?

The more I read (about) communists the more apparent that the liberal race mongering that "communists don't think, theorize, or work for the Black struggle" is a big fucking lie. Remember folks the Klan are anticommunists for a reason:

[whitesinhistory]

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So the Republicans are trying to shut down the government to damage their own states so that they make the Democrats look bad before the election… Is that the game plan they’re going with?

Here is the full list of Republicans who voted against the stopgap bill to prevent a government shutdown in September 2024:

Indiana: James R. Baird, Jim Banks, Rudy Yakym III, Victoria Spartz

Ohio: Troy Balderson, Warren Davidson, Jim Jordan, Max L. Miller

Florida: Aaron Bean, Gus M. Bilirakis, Kat Cammack, Byron Donalds, Matt Gaetz, Anna Paulina Luna, Cory Mills, Bill Posey, Michael Waltz, Daniel Webster

Texas: Michael Cloud, Tony Gonzales, Lance Gooden, Morgan Luttrell, Nathaniel Moran, Chip Roy, Keith Self, Randy Weber Sr., Beth Van Duyne, Roger Williams

Arizona: Andy Biggs, Elijah Crane, Paul A. Gosar, Debbie Lesko, David Schweikert

North Carolina: Dan Bishop

Colorado: Lauren Boebert

Illinois: Mike Bost, Mary E. Miller, Darin LaHood

Oklahoma: Josh Brecheen

Tennessee: Tim Burchett, John W. Rose, Andrew Ogles

Missouri: Eric Burlison

Georgia: Andrew S. Clyde, Mike Collins, Marjorie Taylor Greene, Richard McCormick

Utah: John R. Curtis

South Carolina: Jeff Duncan, Russell Fry, Nancy Mace, Ralph Norman, William R. Timmons IV

Kansas: Ron Estes, Tracey Mann

Mississippi: Mike Ezell, Michael Guest, Trent Kelly

Iowa: Randy Feenstra

Minnesota: Brad Finstad, Michelle Fischbach

Idaho: Russ Fulcher

Virginia: Bob Good, H. Morgan Griffith

Wyoming: Harriet M. Hageman

Maryland: Andy Harris

Louisiana: Clay Higgins

Pennsylvania: John Joyce, Scott Perry

West Virginia: Alexander X. Mooney

California: Tom McClintock

Kentucky: Thomas Massie

Montana: Matthew M. Rosendale Sr.

New York: Claudia Tenney

Wisconsin: Thomas P. Tiffany, Derrick Van Orden

New Jersey: Jefferson Van Drew

Alabama: Barry Moore, Gary J. Palmer

Arkansas: Bruce Westerman

Why is this important to me? I would have been out of a job. Government contractors would rather cut you and rehire you for less pay or benefits. Also, if I miss 1 or 2 paychecks I will be homeless.