#colorless! flavorless! dull! DULL!

[hobermallowed]

reading the same stupid takes in the tags like

[agirlking]

"Mary's the real villain/Pyramid Head is the real villain/Maria's the real villain/James is the real villain."

Maybe the point of the story isn't to pick out the One True Villain.

[solovelyanddry]

Me, trying to get through the first season of Mayfair Witches

[jeyneofpoole]

THIS IS BORING! YOU’RE BORING! YOU. ARE SO. BORING! COLORLESS, FLAVORLESS, DULL. DULL. DULL NIGHTS, DULL WEEKS, DULL MONTHS, DULL AS FUCK! SUFFOCATION BY THE WORLDS’ SOFTEST, BEIGEST PILLOW! THE TEN HOURS I SPENT WITH THAT BOY WERE MORE EXCITING. WERE MORE FASCINATING! THAN DECADES WITH YOU! OH THERE IT IS. THE HALF BLANK, HALF APOCALYPTIC LOOK. BUT WHAT DOES IT MEAN TONIGHT, HUH? DO YOU WANNA LICK MY BOOTS? OR CHOP MY HANDS OFF? IS IT THE GREMLIN OR THE GOOD NURSE TONIGHT? HUH? PICKIN’ LINT OFF THE SOFA? OKAY, OKAY. LET’S WAKE THE BOY UP, AND LET’S TRY YOU. I’M THE VAMPIRE ARMAND AND MY DADDY VAMPIRE GROOMED ME INTO A LITTLE BITCH!

[nocontextlestat]

WHAT?! It's morning! I lost time. Things got a little heated— With a boy! Things got heated with a boy. I was at home picking lint off the sofa! I said to join us! The night's gone. The room's soiled and once again, I'm here with mop and mindlessness to clean it up. So the room got dirty, so what? I'll clean it up. No, I clean it up! You make the mess and I clean it up! Mark it on the calendar, align it with Ursa Major. Louis' tri-annual FUCK OFF and find me with apologies to follow. I'm sorry. SEEK comfort in the arms of lowlifes and unfortunates, and broken children, fine. Oh, fine! The fine that doesn't sound fine— But REVEALING our nature to a reporter you met in a bar ten hours ago? What if it was published? I was having some fun! You don't have enough to fear from Paris? I was in the middle of ending things, when YOU— YOU'D have been passed out on the floor next to him, Louis! Out on your feet from the drugs you stuffed him with! Oh, this is boring! You're boring! YOU ARE SO BORING! And here come the drugs. Colorless. Up the fangs, down the throat. Flavorless. Dull! Into the heart and off with the fingers, feet. Dull! Dull nights! And wallowing brain. Dull weeks, dull months, DULL AS FUCK! Suffocation by the world's softest, beige-est pillow! The ten hours I spent with that boy were more exciting, more FASCINATING, than DECADES with YOU! Oh, there it is! The half-blank, half-apocalyptic look! But what does it mean tonight, huh? Does he want to lick my boots or chop my hands off? Is it the gremlin or the good nurse tonight? Huh? Okay. Okay, perhaps. But am I as boring as the blather committed onto the ferric tapes of your fascinating boy? "Oh, it's so, so hard to be me." "Picking lint off the sofa?!" "It's so hard to kill humans." "I can feel their feelings as I drain them." You sat on your hands and put your ear to the wind. "Everyone I know wronged me." Okay. Okay, let's wake the boy up and let's try you. "I'm the vampire Armand and my daddy vampire groomed me into a little BITCH!" "My brother he tossed himself off a roof!" "Vampires who murdered my daddy made me pretend I didn't have a dick for 240 years." "My sister buried me alive. My daughter was my sister was my throw pillow. Well, he wouldn't look at me kindly. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat." I talked shit about him the whole time. So what?! THE NAME!! The name! Unuttered in our home for 23 years, said over and over again until it was pounding in my brain like a hammer. Our problems aren't about him. And you threw her name around just for cover, but it always circled back to him. I loved her. But SHE didn't love YOU. Not like he did, not like I have. I know. I know! Yes! I know. Thank you for saying it. It's all creeping back. Paris and the, uh, what, what, what? But there's... all of it coming back. There's, uh, Paris. Paris. Can you hear that? Can you hear that, hm? Can you hear her? She's calling me.

[gracerings]

twitter trying so hard to get the locals to watch iwtv but then we get tweets like ‘team lestat or team armand?’ like this is twilight and people answering ‘team therapy!!!’….like could you be any more boring???? COLORLESS FLAVORLESS DULL DULL SUFFOCATION BY THE BEIGEST PILLOW or whatever it is louis said. go watch heartstopper or something and leave iwtv to the real FREAKS

[deterioratingpisces]

“What? What?!” “It’s morning!” “I lost time. Things got a little heated.” “With a boy! Things got heated with a boy. I was at home picking lint off the sofa!” “I said to join us.” “The night’s gone, the room’s soiled and once again, I’m here with mop and mindlessness to clean it up.” “So the room got dirty, so what? I’ll clean it up.” “No, I clean it up! You make the mess and I clean it up! Mark it on the calendar, align it with Ursa Major. Louis’ tri-annual fuck off and find me with apologies to follow.” “I’m sorry.” “You seek comfort in the arms of lowlifes and unfortunates, and broken children, fine.” “Oh, fine! The fine that doesn’t sound like fine.” “But revealing our nature to a reporter you met in a bar ten hours ago? What if it was published?” “I was having some fun!-“ “-You don’t have enough to fear from Paris?-” “-I was in the middle of ending things, when you-“ “-No you’d have been passed out on the floor next to him, Louis! Out on the feet from the drugs you stuffed him with!” “Oh this is boring! You’re boring! You are so boring!” “And here come the drugs.” “Colorless.-” “-Up the fangs, down this road.-” “-Flavorless.-“ “-Into the heart and off with the fingers, feet.-“ “-Dull! Dull! Dull!-“ “-And wallowing brain.-“ “-Dull nights, dull weeks! Dull months, dull as fuck! Suffocation by the world’s softest, beigest pillow. The ten hours I spent with that boy were more exciting, more fascinating, than decades with you! Oh there it is!The half-blank, half-apocalyptic look! But what does it mean tonight, huh? Does he want to lick my boots or chop my hands off? Is it the gremlin or the good nurse tonight? Huh?“ “Okay. Okay, perhaps. But am I as boring as the blather committed onto the ferric tapes of your fascinating boy? ‘Oh, it’s so, so hard to be me.’-” “-Picking lint off the sofa?!-“ “-‘It’s so hard to kill humans. I can feel their feelings as I drain them.’-“ “-You sat on your hands and put your ear to the wind.-” “-‘Everyone I know wrongs me.’” “Okay. Okay, let’s wake the boy up and let’s try you. ‘I’m the vampire Armand and my daddy vampire groomed me into a little bitch.’-“ “-‘My brother tossed himself off a roof!’-“ “-‘the vampires who murdered my daddy‘-“ “-‘my sister buried me alive.’-“ “-‘made me pretend I didn’t have a dick for 240 years.’-“ “-‘My daughter was my sister was my throw pillow. When he wouldn’t look at me kindly. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat.’-“ “I talked shit about him the whole time! So what?!” “The name!! The name! Unuttered in our home for 23 years, said over and over again until it was pounding in my brain like a hammer.” “Our problems aren’t about him.” “And you threw her name around just for cover, but it always circled back to him.” “I loved her.” “But she didn’t love you. Not like he did, not like I have.”

Dialogue excerpt from Interview with the Vampire Season 2, Episode 5. © 2024 AMC Networks.

[segretecose]

“this is boring. you're boring. you are so boring. colorless. flavorless. dull, dull, dull. dull nights, dull weeks, dull months, dull as fuck. suffocation by the world's softest, beige-est pillow. the ten hours i spent with that boy were more exciting, more fascinating, than decades with you. oh, there it is – the half-blank, half-apocalyptic look. but what does it mean tonight? huh? does he want to lick my boots or chop my hands off? is it the gremlin or the good nurse tonight?” <- if lestat had somehow been there to witness louis saying this he would’ve gotten pregnant just by the sheer force of the words and his own horniness he would’ve staged the world’s first vampire mpreg maternity photoshoot he would’ve given birth and would’ve been ready for his second mpregnancy by the time armand was going “lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat”

[thequeenofsastiel]

I love 2x05 because it's the first time the curtain is being pulled back on Armand's character. So far he had been sane and charming. Then 2x05 happened. I just need to drop these screencaps bc jfc

He looks absolutely wild and unhinged. My little amber-eyed pumpkin had one thing going for him, and it was his relationship with Louis. That just got utterly shattered when Louis called him "boring" "colorless" "flavorless" "dull" and "the world's softest, beigest pillow". Something breaks in Armand at this, and he's a hurricane, just like Lestat. His powers come flying out of him, and he takes his anger out on a 20 year old boy, simply because Louis called him fascinating. This episode gave us a glimpse of what Armand might be like in the future(or past) and I am here for it.

[lady-phasma]

I'm sure someone has probably already done this but it's nagging at me and I couldn't hear all the insults as they yelled at one another. (Bold are my emphasis because I am seated!) Specifically the parts about Paris and Marius. I'm not making any comments at the moment, just fact finding because this episode was brutal. Beautiful, but brutal.

Season 2 Episode 5

Louis: What? What?!

Armand: It's morning!

Louis: I lost time. Things got a little heated.

Armand: With a boy! Things got heated with a boy. I was at home picking lint off the sofa!

Louis: I said to join us!

Armand: The night's gone. The room's soiled and once again, I'm here with mop and mindlessness to clean it up.

Louis: So the room got dirty, so what? I'll clean it up.

Armand: No, I clean it up! You make the mess and I clean it up! Mark it on the calendar, align it with Ursa Major. Louis' tri-annual fսck off and find me with apologies to follow.

Louis: ( laughing ) I'm sorry.

Armand: Seek comfort in the arms of lowlifes and unfortunates, and broken children, fine.

Louis: Oh, fine! The fine that doesn't sound like…

But revealing our nature to a reporter you met in a bar ten hours ago? What if it was published?

Louis: I was having some fun!

Armand: You don't have enough to fear from Paris?

Louis: I was in the middle of ending things, when you…

Armand: You'd have been passed out on the floor next to him, Louis! Out on your feet from the drսg you stuffed him with!

Louis: Oh, this is boring! You're boring! You are so boring!

Armand: And here come the drսgs.

Louis: Colorless.

Armand: Up the fangs, down this road.

Louis: Flavorless. Dull! Dull! Dull!

Armand: Into the heart and off with the fingers, feet.

Louis: Dull nights, dull weeks!

Louis: And wallowing brain.

Louis: Dull months, dull as fսck! Suffocation by the world's softest, beige-est pillow! The ten hours I spent with that boy were more exciting, more fascinating, than decades with you! Oh, there it is! The half-blank, half-apocalyptic look! But what does it mean tonight, huh? Does he want to lick my boots or chop my hands off? Is it the gremlin or the good nurse tonight? Huh?

Armand: Okay. Okay, perhaps. But am I as boring as the blather committed onto the ferric tapes of your fascinating boy? "Oh, it's so, so hard to be me."

Louis: "Picking lint off the sofa?!"

Armand: "It's so hard to kill humans."

Armand: "I can feel their feelings as I drain them."

Louis: You sat on your hands and put your ear to the wind.

Armand: "Everyone I know wrongs me."

Louis: Okay. Okay, let's wake the boy up and let's try you. "I'm the vampire Armand and my daddy vampire groomed me into a little bitch."

Armand: "My brother, he tossed himself off a roof!"

Louis: "Vampires who murdered my daddy made me pretend I didn't have a dіck for 240 years."

Armand: "My sister, she buried me alive.” My daughter was my sister was my throw pillow. “Well, he wouldn't look at me kindly.” "Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat."

Louis: I talked shit about him the whole time. So what?!

Armand: The name!! The name! Unuttered in our home for 23 years, said over and over again until it was pounding in my brain like a hammer.

Louis: Our problems aren't about him.

Armand: And you threw her name around just for cover, but it always circled back to him.

Louis: I loved her.

Armand: But she didn't love you. Not like he did, not like I have.

Louis: ( softly ) I know. I know! Yes! I know. ( softly ) Thank you for saying it. It's all creeping back. Paris and the, uh, what, what, what? But there's… all of it coming back. There's, uh, Paris. Paris. Can you hear that? Can you hear that, hm? Can you hear her? She's calling me.

Transcript (with some corrections) from TV Show Transcripts

[cthulhum]

ure boring. ure boring YOU ARE SO BORING. COLORLESS FLAVORLESS DULL. DULL. DULL NIGHTS. DULL WEEKS DULL MONTHS. DULL AS FUCK. suffocation by the worlds softest beigest pillow. the 10 hours i spent with that boy were more exciting more fascinating than DECADES WITH U. oh there it is the half blank half apocalyptic look. but what does it mean tonight huh ? does he wanna lick my boots ? orr chop my hands off ? is it the gremlin or the good nurse tonight ? okay. okay perhaps but am i as boring as blather commited onto the ferric tapes of ur FASCINATING BOY? oh its so so hard to be me. PICKING LINT OFF THE SOFA ??! everyone i know wrongs me. okay okay lets wake the boy up and lets try u. im the vampire armand and my daddy vampire groomed me into a LITTLE BITCH. my brother he tossed himself off the roof. my sister she buried me alive. my daughter was my sister was my throw pillow well he wouldnt look at me kindly. lestat lestat lestatlestat lestat LESTAT LESTAT lestat Lestat lestat lestat LESTAT lestat lestat lestat i talked shit about him the whole time so what THE NAME!!! THE NAME!! UNUTTERED IN OUR HOME FOR 23 YEARS SAID OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL IT WAS POUNDING IN MY BRAIN LIKE A HAMMER. our problems arent about him. AND U THREW HER NAME AROUND JUST FOR COVER BUT IT ALWAYS CIRCLED BACK TO HIM. i loved her. BUT SHE DIDNT LOVE U. NOT LIKE HE DID. NOT LIKE I HAVE. i know. i KNOW.

[hypermania]

what? wHaT? it's morning! i lost time. things got a little heated. with a boy. things got heated with a boy. i was at home picking lint off the sofa. i said to join us. the night's gone, the room's soiled, and once again i'm here with mop and mindlessness to clean it up. so the room got dirty so what i'll clean it up. no EYE clean it up! you make the mess and i clean it up. mark it on the calendar, align it with ursa major. louis' tri-annual FUCK OFF and find me with apologies to follow. i'm sOrRy. to seek comfort in the arms of lowlifes and unfortunates and broken children, fine. oh fine. the fine that doesn't sound like fine. but revealing our nature to a reporter you met in a bar ten hours ago? what if it was published? i was having some fun. we don't have enough to fear from paris? i was in the middle of ending things when you– no, you'd have been passed out on the floor next to him, louis. out on your feet from the drugs you stuffed him with. oh this is boring! you're boring. you! are so! boring! and here come the drugs. colorless. up the fangs. flavorless. down the throat. dull. into the heart. dull. and off with fingers, feet, and wallowing brain. dull nights. dull weeks. dull months. dull as FUCK! suffocation by the world's softest beigest pillow. the ten hours i spent with that boy were more exciting, more fascinating than DECADES with you! oh there it iiiiis. the half-blank half-apocalyptic look but what does it mean tonight? huh? does he wanna lick my boots 👅 ooorrr chop my hands off? is it the gremlin or the good nurse tonight? huh? okay. okay, perhaps. but am i as boring as the blather committed onto the ferric tapes of your fAsCiNaTiNg boy? oh it's so, so hard to be me. pIcKiNg LiNt OfF tHe sOfA? it's so hard to kill humans. i can feel their feelings as i drain them. louis the born-again– you sat on your hands and put your ear to the wind. everyone i know wrongs me. okay. okay. let's wake the boy up. and let's try you. i'm the vampire armand and my daddy vampire groomed me into a little bitch. mmmyyy broooother he tossed himself off a roof. the vampires who murdered my daddy made me pretend i didn't have a DICK. my sister she buried me alive. for two-hundred and forty years. my daughter was my sister was my throw pillow. well he wouldn't look at me kindly. lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat. I TALKED SHIT ABOUT HIM THE WHOLE TIME! SO WHAT? THE NAME! THE NAME! UNUTTERED IN OUR HOME FOR TWENTY-THREE YEARS SAID OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL IT WAS POUNDING IN MY brain like a hammer. our problems aren't about him. and you threw her name around just for cover but it always circled back to him. i loved her. but she didn't love you! not like he did. not like i have. i know. I KNOW! yes. i know. thank you for saying it.

[klargreeves]

louis: this is boring. you're boring. you are so boring. colorless flavorless. dull dull dull nights dull weeks dull months dull as fuck. suffocation by the worlds softest beigest pillow. the ten hours i spent with that boy were more exciting more fascinating than decades with you

armand: armand: armand: watch this :)

louis & daniel: (-1 hp) (-1 hp) (-1 hp) (-1 hp) (-1 hp) (-1 hp)

[delicateinnocentrottenporcelain]

"Colorless. Flavorless. Dull. Dull. Dull. Dull nights. Dull weeks. Dull months. DULL AS FUCK! Suffocation by the world's softest, beigest pillow. The 10 hours I spent with that boy were more exciting, more FASCINATING, then DECADES with you!"

[nalyra-dreaming]

It's me again. Obviously i don't have anything else going on other than Iwtv and you're so kind to me🫶🏾

Randomly i come across w an 2×05 edit and then something Louis says to Armand stuck w my head bc i remembered he said that before.

He goes off to Armand; "You are so boring! Colorless, flavorless, dull, dull, dull nights, dull weeks, dull months, dull as fuck! Suffocating by the world's softest ,beigest pillow!

At 1×01 after the eventful family dinner w Lestat, in front of Rue Royale he says to Lestat;

"You did good gettin' off that boat when you did. St.Louis is dull as dishwater."

Life before and after Lestat is just dull for Louis. Life w/out him is nothing else but dull.

And what was so fascinating again? 7 hours he spend ranting to a boy about Lestat. Ecstasy of talking about him,chanting his name, maybe he even pisses Lestat off to come get him.

That captivating, maddening, emotional, extravagant, loud, attention starving man changed Louis's life forever not just the vampire thing. It's the love thing.

I don't understand why some people don't see Louis is just as hopelessly pathetic about Lestat. Has been from the start.

(anytime dear^^) He was just trying sooooo hard to come across as uncaring... as Armand wanted him to. 💀

But yes, Lestat is "it" for Louis, just as Louis is "it" for Lestat. Everything else pales outside their "stormy romance".

It was over for them, right here :))