#everybody wants louis

[jellyfishcharm]

close enough welcome back helen of troy

face card so insane literally 99% of problems in this show would be solved if he wasn’t so fine

[kittyloops]

christmas at ericsons.... gaahhhhh.....

[unrulylarry]

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[1dhq]

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[ivyithink]

I just want to let you know that I am obsessed with the reverse AU where Claudia is the adult and loustat are the teens in the family. It's such an interesting idea and loustat look so cute in your art! Thank you for making it

Thank you so so much, I’ve very glad you enjoy both the idea and the sketches for it!!! I gotta admit I’m kinda obsessed with it too, I would LOOOOOVE to read some fics exploring this new, very different dynamic! And, like, it obviously changes the plot as drastically as everything else, but wouldn’t it be interesting to try and keep certain key moments unchanged somehow (but reversed), and then how would it end ultimately? The same horrible way for the boys that it ended for Claudia? THE ANGST POTENTIAL. But in a different fic I literally just want to see a much better functioning (because Claudia’s running things) (though it still would not be totally healthy…) vamp fam taking Paris by storm, stealing Armand’s theatre (would he still even have it, without Lestat in the picture??? see so much stuff to explore!) and enjoying life being two proud vamps + one still a bit on the fence about it all, but at least his family loves him and lets him read quietly in the back row.

Anyway, sorry for this essay, as you can clearly see, I’m also quite fond of this au, so 1. might draw for it again, nobody be surprised! 2. if you have fics with this idea — gimme gimme gimme those links, I’m very curious!!

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

i dont know much about trigun but i think it would be silly if vash and knives (they are brothers?) or vash and wolfwood (lovers? enemies? idk) were drawn like that barbie and ken mugshot meme. From what you post Mr Vash Stampede just seems like ken. little silly guy

YOU HAVE THE MOST PERFECT TIMING WITH THIS EVER I'm literally in the middle of drawing a picture of knives and vash that looks like this.

theyre brothers your honor

[riverswater]

Got blocked by a Louis UA everybody wants me carnally

[starlooove]

I dont go here but you found out Louis lied a lot and his pov was unreliable…so you immediately trust lestat and think Everything from his pov is correct?

[once-delight]

This is just what Gays be like

*starts levetating during sex*

This is just what Gay Sex be like, no wonder the church forbids it, Amen but also can I have some more

So I’m rewatching iwtv season one after finishing the second season, and the funniest thing in the world to me is that Lestat literally freezes an entire room of people, and Louis’ response is just “oh, he has tricks.” Bro was so down bad that he saw a beautiful man doing literal mind control, and he was like “not thinking too deep into that, he must be a street magician or something.”

[elvesofnoldor]

can't believe blackwood farm is just a cheesy text-based supernatural fantasy romance rpg game. quinn is just a blank-slated self-insert player character. He gave off "player character who can be selected as either "male" or "female" on the start-up screen but the choice doesn't impact the story whatsoever because the dialogues and choices would be literally the same" vibe. Meanwhile, lestat, former villain, current anti-hero, now a featured bisexual love interest that everybody calls "playersexual". This book has only one purpose, and it is to let you imagine what's like to want to fuck lestat through the perspective of the most pathetic most livejournal fanfiction.net self-insert character ever who also happens to be a bit louis look-alike. This book is so fucking bad, but at least it's hilarious.

[f0point5]

i NEED jealous Max. Please 🥺🥺🥺 I love jealous/possessive guys haha the feminism just leaves my body

Me too! GOD. Me, too.

It took me ages to decide how to go about this because I had soooo many ideas but I hope you like it!

✨set during the Miami GP weekend 2022✨

Everybody wants you, but I don’t like a gold rush

Max glances down at his watch. 17 minutes. 17 minutes you’ve been standing in the gallery area of the garage, fanning yourself with a magazine - with Max’s face on the front of it, no less - in the Miami heat, talking to some freakishly tall guy in a Louis Vuitton denim jacket and aviator sunglasses. He’s so painfully American that Max wonders what you even have to talk about for…eighteen minutes.

You tighten your high ponytail while Paul Bunyon talks, his mouth wide with every word. Max studies your face for any sign that you’re bored. He’s bored of watching this, but he knows from experience that not looking isn’t a real option. You haven’t looked over at him once in those eighteen minutes, in fact you haven’t even been distracted by the mechanics moving around or the noise of drilling and clattering tools.

This guy must be really fucking interesting.

You smile at something Captain America says and Max feels his jaw clenched so hard he thinks a tooth is going to crack.

It’s like he’s thirteen again, watching you stand in the middle of the makeshift paddock at the karting track, swarmed by every one of his competitors, their parents packing up their stuff as they vie for your attention. He was the only one who stayed away, following his dad’s instructions on how to properly dismantle and store things while sneaking glimpses at the show you were running. He would win every race and still go home feeling like a loser.

It’s different now, of course. He doesn’t take your gregarious nature so personally now, and he can admit he understands what men see in you now, even if he doesn’t feel it. But he’d be lying if he said it doesn’t trigger something in him to see the way men react to you. It might irritate him less if you enjoyed it, but you’ve long since grown out of that. Now, you expect it so much that you ignore it, and Max has no choice to but to notice it, the same way you’d notice a rusty knife embedded in your side.

“You’re not listening to me, are you?” GP says, which snaps Max out of his calculations.

“I’m listening,” Max says, fiddling with the brim of his cap. “Drive fast, win race, I got it,”

GP frowns at his dismissive tone, and Max makes a point of looking at his water bottle, lest GP realise what actually had his attention. “Max, you need to focus. What are you even-“ It’s the sound of your laugh - high pitched over the deep bass of the music - that makes GP look across the garage. His features twist in disapproval as he turns back to Max. “You’ve got to be kidding me,”

Max looks down at his shoes, moving his foot as he inspects them. “What?”

Above him, GP groans. “I’m not going to say anything about the situation as a whole, because it’s waste of my time. But specifically now, she’s right there, she’s not going anywhere. Can we please just go through this once and then you can carry on staring?”

Max rolls his eyes, steeling his face as a cameraman enters the garage. He’s wearing a Red Bull shirt so Max doesn’t mind too much, but he can’t be captured looking as morose as he feels. The cameraman pans past him and onto you and the guest. Max watches you cringe as the guy throws up some hand sign to the camera, clearly at home with the media attention.

“Who even is that?” Max asks, unable to hide his rancour. He’s probably going to be forced to take a picture with Popeye later.

“I don’t know, some American football player?” GP says with a shrug, giving Max a helpless look. GP couldn’t give less of a shit about the celebrity guests touted around the gargae, and normally Max is his ally. “Are we done?”

Max nods, but not even a second later he’s looking again. It gets worse the more you talk, he can see this guy becoming more enchanted by the second. He wonders what kind of steroids they take in American sports leagues because the meathead is acting like a dog in heat. He leans towards you at an angle that is wholly unnecessary, his eyes fixated on your mouth, nodding too emphatically at everything you say.

“My God, why doesn’t he just lick her face,” Max says incredulously, more to himself than anything.

“Max,” GP sighs.

“Come on,” Max implores with a scoff, stopping himself from outright gesturing in your direction. “Look at him. That’s embarrassing,”

GP fixes Max with a deadpan expression. “Right, but you being sulky and jealous is the height of cool?”

“I’m not jealous.”

And he isn’t. Because Joe DiMaggio over there doesn’t have anything he wants. He’s not going to waste time being jealous of a guy getting half an hour with you when he has cats, and a home, and a life with you.

Finally, you look in his direction, but only because GP calls your name. “Can you come here?”

You give GP a thumbs up and excuse yourself, trotting over to Max without a second thought. Wannabe Tom Brady brazenly enjoys the view, and Max swears he hasn’t been that close to punching someone since Monza last year.

“What’s up?” You ask, slotting yourself between the two men as you lean back against the shelf.

GP hands you his phone. “Beat this Candy Crush level for me, would you? Been stuck for days,”

You look at him skeptically, but years of being filmed up close by cameras on the pit wall have given GP a hell of a poker face; he just stares back at you, and you give up with a huff.

“Men are hopeless,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“Couldn’t agree more,” GP says, his eyes pointedly on Max, who can’t even defend himself.

Desperate to avoid GP’s scrutiny, he glances over at the gallery, only to find the Yank looking at him. Well, not him, you. He’s got that curious expression as he assesses you fiddling with GP’s phone, one that says he’s trying to understand if he has something to be worried about. He doesn’t. You’re not his to worry about.

“Here,” Max says, pulling off his cap. You barely look up at him before he puts his cap firmly on your head, holding it steady with one hand while pulling your ponytail through the hole at the back with the other.

The brim of the hat obscures half your face, and Max turns so that half your body is shielded by his, which he tells himself is in case a camera comes by.

“It’s sunny,” Max shrugs in his own defence, when he notices you looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

You adjust the cap on your head but don’t take it off. “Why don’t you just give me your letterman jacket?”

“My what?”

“Never mind,” you chuckle, shaking your head at him as you pat his chest with an indulgent smile.

He takes the opportunity at the sound of a large wheel gun to glance over at the gallery, only to meet the eyes of the guy you were talking to. Now that you’re no longer next to him, Max does sort of recognise him. He plays for some team named after an animal. Max just looks at him - he’ll do this all day if he has to - until the guy shoves his hands in his pockets and pulls out his phone, starting to tap away. Yeah, go back to Raya.

Good riddance, Max thinks to himself as he turns back to you, only to find that you already looking at him. He wonders for how long.

He can tell by your smirk that he’s been caught. If he’s honest with himself you caught him five years ago, this was just one of the few moments he let you know it. And you know it. How could you not know?

He thinks for a second that you’re going to tease him, but you don’t. You shift on your feet so that some of your weight rests against his arm, and go back to playing on GP’s phone.

“Go on, GP,” he says, fighting a smile at the large number 1 on the brim of what is now your hat.

He knows from the way GP is looking at him that he’ll get an earful about this later, but right now, he just clears his throat.

“Right, so,”

[vaperarmand]

of course the "i'd give it to you now" / "save it for the rent boy" exchange is pretty glib and nobody in the room is saying what they really mean or what they're thinking and it's also of course example #37 of daniel making a jab at armand bc he's an asshole. but it's like ohhhh okay so you have in fact clocked that this guy has given his life to love and serve louis and you think surely he must want the gift. because why else would he surround himself so closely with vampires if he didn't want to be immortal? isn't that what everybody wants? you think that someone who has devoted themselves entirely to the keeping and care of a vampire must love them so deeply and must deserve to become a vampire too? that the love and devotion is what puts them first in line? okayyyyyyy

[cbrownjc]

There are teams about all this? Oh lord. 🙄

I’m team poly - let Lestat, Louis, and Armand all love and f--- each other. And let’s include Daniel in that mix too. 

And yes, let’s see how Louis learned he had the fire gift!  

This person gets it

[once-delight]

Everybody let's not sleep on the fact that Claudia's *entire* arc is not only about her discovering her queerness, but it's also an allegory about disability and ableism.

Claudia is "disabled" in a vampire sense. She has a weaker, slighter body, and looks younger than she is. She can't physically turn vampires, and must rely on help, having to beg for something other vampires can do freely.

She is sexually abused because of her percieved weakness by Bruce, a sad fact that the disabled are more likely to be.

But when she wishes to express her own sexuality she is mocked and patronized by her inability to control herself and not kill doing the act (something the physically older vampires are able to do), and again not able to turn one she wishes for her companion, and have to humiliate herself in the process (having to endure Louis calling her a burden in an attempt to convince Armand).

She just have to shut up and take it, just have so many disabled people have to endure abuse from the caregivers they rely on.

Her ability to decide for her own life, are constantly questioned, as are those with disabilities.

She is patronized, disregarded and systematically ridiculed just for wanting to be a part of a group.

Only Madeleine view her as an equal, and neither coddle her and patronize her.

So remember, when you write about Claudia, and how her relationship with Madeleine gives you "the ick" despite Claudia being a mature woman mentally, just because she has a physically slighter, younger body, remember that many disabled people, physically or mentally, can appear much younger than we are, yet still have fully formed sexual desires, and inner lives. Remember the people who's bodies outside of fiction who's sexual desires gives you "the ick" because they fall out of social norms.

And remember, that Claudia in this series is not only a sapphic woman of color, she's a *disabled* sapphic woman of color (and I love her for it).

[nalyra-dreaming]

Rolin Jones on IWTV s3 (going forward) and POVs:

"Everybody’s free to judge the rest of it. If all goes right, we’ll have six or seven more seasons to work on you coming around to that, or the redemption of that. [In season one,] the audience wants to kill Lestat along with Louis and Claudia. But we had to sit on it for a year and a half. So it’s okay for people to think that we made a supervillain out of Lestat and then to come around to a fuller portrait. In season three, [Lestat is] front and center, and Jacob takes a supporting role. And it’s not all about point of view. We got 80 to 85-percent of Lestat pretty solid. Retribution is easy, right? It’s being contrite. [There’s] the idea that forgiveness should be part of this cycle, too. That’s something I think we’re trying to sell." "So, what am I interested in? I’ll be less interested in point of view and memory as much. The challenge of the books is that there’s not a lot of forward story. I don’t think that you can probably mine the arcs of those for origin story after origin story after origin story. But that doesn’t mean you can’t take the same material and in very inventive, exciting ways move it forward."

And:

“The big difference moving forward is Lestat will be front and center telling the story, so it should feel like this show has been taken hostage by Lestat,” Jones says. “Aesthetically, it is going to feel different. It is not going to feel like two old guys in a room trying to figure out what brought them together. It is going to be over the shoulder of Lestat de Lioncourt, of whom you have probably seen about an 80%-accurate version of who he is — on fire and reckless. So it should be fun and dangerous.”

[sunriseseance]

Hmmmmmm it is interesting that when Louis is at his worst he hoards and when Lestat is at his worst he lives in desolation. I think it sort of shows the masks/best foot forwards/whatever you wanna call it that they put on.

Louis shows himself as a cutthroat, self-sufficient, organized business man who has everything in order and who would never let things pile up and weigh him down. He buys art just to sell it. Yet in the moments where Claudia leaves, Louis's shit piles up. Mess and recklessness. He doesn't have the motivation anymore to be the orderly vampire capitalist. Betrays a messiness inside of him that he tries desperately to keep orderly.

Lestat, though, loves a good display of opulence. He loves to show off his beauty, his wealth, his power, his hunger, his grandeur. He wants everybody to see him as something almost ethereal in what he can own and how he can dazzle. Yet he lives with nothing: a wooden piano (denying himself both opulence AND pleasure), an iPad, and his rat catcher. He cannot maintain the larger than life, resplendent being in that moment because he has no real joy with which to feed it. Betrays an emptiness to his soul that he's trying to fill.

I also think it's interesting that they both, at their worst, become more like the other than like themselves.