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[90sdisneys]

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Rumores e realidades! Gabriel Fop comenta sobre possível participação em ‘A Fazenda 15’

[13dezembro]

[hamilton-fluff]

some Lee's I would probably do if requested (different fandoms)

☆any males from hamilton at all EXCEPT CHARLES LEE (hamilton)

☆peri and dev (fop a New wish)

☆heather M and Heather D (heathers)

☆mark H, cesar T, Adam M, jonah M, Gabriel, Thatcher D, Dave L, intruder, any alt (mandela catalogue)

☆N >:D (murder drones)

☆rambley and Lloyd (indigo park)

☆Any hashira and Any uppermoon (demon slayer)

☆Lunar, earth, solar (R.I.P), eclipse, sun and moon (the sun and moon show)

☆Anyone (sander sides)

☆draco (krew)

☆Jax (the amazing digital circus)

☆Saint peter, Emily, angel dust, husk, and Lucifer (hazbin hotel)

☆yellow guy, duck, red guy (don't hug me I'm scared)

Thats all my fandoms I can think of rn, if u want a different fandom u can ask, but if it's one idk gimme detail on what the fandom is, btw I would be doing headcanons or approving them

Bye! :D

[i-want-my-iwtv]

hi there, the delusional anon again lol I'm really lighting candles hoping we can finally get the deleted scenes 🕯️

I really wanted to see Louis shooting Lestat and the whole scene they filmed with the first makeup, just out of curiosity. The Trial™, and the scene with louis in the church, killing the priest

and TC as the marquis is GENIUS !!!!!! The tvshow has already made so many references, I would like other actors to appear even for a second! Even the young fop actor (btw did you saw his interview on youtube with a fan?); and jokes aside, I have a lot of fun whenever someone says they would like to see Nicole Kidman in the show as Gabrielle, it's kind evil tbh BUT yet would be cool

I've already spent HOURS on your blog just looking at the deleted scenes, I don't understand why Warner Bros just doesn't release it

anyways, THANK YOU! love your blog 💕

I've already spent HOURS on your blog just looking at the deleted scenes, I don't understand why Warner Bros just doesn't release it anyways, THANK YOU! love your blog 💕

Aww thank you! 😍 That means a lot. I collected this stuff for ppl to enjoy, if Tumblr ever goes down and we lose this archive, I'll definitely be sad. It's too large for me to download 😂 So definitely save stuff for yourself.

Light your candles, Anon 🕯️, but don't hold your breath. Truly, if we were going to get deleted scenes from the '94 movie, the golden opportunities (the 10th and 20th anniversaries 😂) for that have passed. This year will be the 30th, can you believe it?? If anyone is connected to the powers that be, TELL PPL WE WANT THIS STUFF. I'm sure it exists somewhere.

I think those cut scenes could have been great, but I suspect, other than being cut for time, there were good reasons to cut them from a writing perspective.

They may have been too cheesy for what the movie was going for?

Or they might have slowed down the action or detracted from the story?

--- Louis doesn't shoot Lestat that night in the book; Lestat gets shot at the Theatre de Vampires (before it's called that) in the Vampire Lestat, so it's possible that it was filmed, and then cut from the IWTV '94 movie with the intention to include it properly in the sequel TVL (not that Lestat can't get shot twice! but still! Getting shot on stage in front of an audience rather than in a bedroom with no other witnesses is, debatably, more shocking).

I felt like there was a somewhat feverish pace with Lestat coming to Louis at his bedside, that scene went by pretty quickly, it made it more vibrant and precious. In the book, Louis had been in poor health and then ppl had bled him to try to "cure him of his madness," so Lestat really didn't have the luxury of waiting too much longer to turn him; Louis could have died 😭. And maybe the whole Louis-shooting-Lestat might've killed the mood Lestat was aiming for, which was seductively offering Louis the Dark Gift. Shooting Lestat might've been more than a little off-putting in that moment 😂 Do you really want to turn someone into your immortal companion after they've JUST SHOT YOU? It might not kill Lestat, but it would still hurt!

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I mean I LOVE Tom!Lestat, and this is one of the few BTS pics we have of the Trial scene (you can see the theatre crypts behind him 😭)... it's charming to me bc I love that movie, but it might have been cut bc in a way it's more painful to excise the whole trial. Like barely seeing the shark in JAWS. With no trial, it would mean that Louis and Claudia had absolutely no chance; it was all up to Santiago's (or Armand's) whim 😭 Lestat wasn't even there to try to advocate for either Louis or Claudia (or maybe he WAS there, but locked in a cell somewhere and unable to help them!).

and TC as the marquis is GENIUS !!!!!!

Right?? That could be amazing.

The tvshow has already made so many references, I would like other actors to appear even for a second!

I haven't heard of that happening... don't hold your breath there, either, I think they would have done it already if they intended to do so. My guess is that AMC really wants to do their own thing apart from the 1994 movie (other than rewriting a few scenes), so I don't think there will be any cameos in the future, but maybe I'm wrong!

Even the young fop actor (btw did you saw his interview on youtube with a fan?);

I didn't see the video, but I met that actor, Lee Scharfstein, IRL in NOLA in 2022, he was lovely!

and jokes aside, I have a lot of fun whenever someone says they would like to see Nicole Kidman in the show as Gabrielle, it's kind evil tbh BUT yet would be cool

That is kind of evil haha but Nicole has been a favorite of fanartists and roleplayers for years, that's not a hot take. If I had to choose Tom as the Marquis OR Nicole as Gabs... bc putting them together would be A LOT to ask... I think I'd prefer Tom, because of the deliciousness of having him play his own father... but we have a better chance of getting Nicole so I would LOOOOVE to have her as Gabs paired w/ Timothy Omundson as the Marquis.

Oh and BTW since you've read this far, I accepted the headcanon that the Marquis' name was Valere de Lioncourt, as per the legendary @gairid/ @vampchronfic 😭💕

[the-void-writes]

This part in particular is over 3k, and it deals with some heavy subjects for some readers. so fair warning before you read it.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 / Part 5

TW: Mentions of child death and adult death, descriptions of the deceased at a funeral, and overall mentions of the funeral process

FOP - Where Family Begins and Ends - Part 3

Vesely’s extended family was so huge that they spilled out onto the lawn of the funeral home, chatting and hugging affectionately, completely unlike himself. When he left the car, everyone swarmed him. Will watched as waves of ladies with bright red lipstick came up to welcome Vesely. Their touches were brief, hands resting on his gloves and sleeves, keeping away from any exposed part of his skin. They knew what would happen if they touched him.

Soon, their attention fell on Will. His stomach twisted each time they asked if he was Vesely’s son. Thankfully, Vesely sat everyone down and explained in great detail how Will was “his scientific prodigy,” the answer to Sal’s hopes and dreams. Despite his scientific jargon, everyone in the family understood Will’s importance to his work.

Even knowing that he wasn’t family, they still treated him as such. They pinched his cheeks and offered him food, the way Will imagined all grandparents would act for Human children. His mother’s side of the family rarely spoke to him, and it would have been a miracle if Isaiah’s side even looked at him. To have the love of the Vesely family, even for a moment, felt slightly refreshing. It may have even been enjoyable… if it weren’t for how they spoke about him.

“What a strong-looking boy! I can see your father in him.”

“Have you trained him yet, Gabriel? We’d love to see his gift.”

“Sal would have loved to meet him. He’s so well-behaved.”

They were gawking at him, cooing over him, as though Vesely had brought home a dog. Every time he had Will do a small trick for them, they clapped and cooed some more. They were all a part of whatever gospel Sal had spread about Freaks being the superior species, and in that moment, Will was the golden goose they had been waiting for. Will couldn’t decide which he hated more: the torture and ridicule from Preston, or the feeling of being ogled like a circus animal.

There were only two people who didn’t immediately swarm him. They stood in a corner of the parlor, out of place among the more cheery guests. One was a tall lady with olive skin, and dark eyes that scoured every inch of the room like a hawk on high alert. The other was a man with choppy, unkempt, sand-colored hair. They pointed at Vesely, then at Will, and back to Vesely again— They were having a whole debate, it seemed. Their eyes bore into Will as Vesely ushered the boy towards them.

“Pay them no mind,” Vesely said. “They’re going to be bitter. You’re not to blame for it.”

Oh, I know, Will thought, believe me.

“Will, this is my brother, Enzo, and my sister, Alma.”

His siblings looked so much younger than him. It was still hard for Will to tell whether that was a sign of Vesely’s age or his illness. Alma stared at Will with an expression that he couldn’t accurately pinpoint. It was either confusion or disgust, but neither of those answers seemed to match her words as she offered her hand.

“Thank you for coming. It’s a pleasure to meet Gabe’s star student.”

Will shook her hand carefully. “Thank you, ma’am. I’m sorry about your father.”

Enzo startled them all with a laugh. “Look at that, Alma, he’s still trying to be nice.”

Alma rolled her eyes. “Don’t start now.”

“No, I want to know— Is that something they conditioned you for, or are you always nice to men who force their father’s blood into your veins?”

Vesely frowned. “You can argue about our work after we’re done here.”

“If you don’t want to talk about work, you shouldn’t have brought your guinea pig with you.” Enzo readjusted his glasses. “Christ, Gabe, why did you choose a kid, of all things?”

“He’s not as young as you think, brother.”

“Oh yeah? How old is he, then? What’s the acceptable age of human experimentation for you?”

Vesely didn’t answer him. He was eerily still, barely even moving to breathe. Will had seen him do the same thing around Jason, typically when he didn’t want him to know something.

“How old is he, Gabe?”

He still said nothing. Will tried to bite back the bitterness in his voice as he looked up at his boss.

“How old am I, sir?”

Vesely cleared his throat. “Twelve?”

Will rolled his eyes and stared out the window as Enzo started yelling again. There was something pleasantly cathartic about hearing Vesely’s own family condemn him for hurting the boy. Still, Will couldn’t help but feel bad for the rest of the people who had come to mourn for Sal. Regardless of his actions, he didn’t deserve to have his death overshadowed by his bickering children. If Will was ever allowed to return to his family when Isaiah passed, he would make sure not to argue with his sisters, for everyone’s sake.

As he looked out the window, he spotted something that made the gnawing pit in his stomach disappear: a familiar, friendly, and comforting face. Will slipped past Vesely and ran out the front door towards the new guest. Jason immediately caught him in his arms with a soft smile.

“What happened?” Will asked. “Did they let you go from work?”

“I called it an early day out of frustration,” Jason said.

“Oh, gotcha. I’m glad you’re here, though.”

“Same here. I know you said you’d call if something went wrong, but for the sake of this old man’s heart, I need to see that you’re okay with my own eyes.”

Will chuckled. “You’re not that old.”

“I beg to differ, dear.” He placed his hand over his chest and leaned backwards dramatically. “I can feel my bones growing heavier.”

Will bit down on his fist as a sharp laugh left his throat. “Stop— I can’t laugh, not here.”

“Oh, no one would mind if you did. I’m sure you’ve seen it already, but Sal’s family is very cheerful.”

“I guess so. Three ladies were fighting each other to offer me a slice of pie.”

Jason smiled. “They can be overbearing, I know. I don’t think there’s been a new child in the family for a long time.”

His eyes flickered with sympathy. It had been Jason’s dream to have a large family, to care for a bunch of children, and perhaps even grandchildren. If things had gone differently, if he had stayed with Vesely… Will couldn’t bear to think about it. It may have been selfish, but he didn’t want Jason to be with anyone but him and Henry. They were a family, no matter what anyone else said.

“Is that suit new?” Jason asked. “I don’t remember you having it.”

Will looked down at his clothes. The jacket’s design only accentuated how thin he was, and the shirt cuffs had become uneven from stretching as he tried to hide his scars. Still, it was the fanciest thing he had ever worn.

“Cierra made it for me,” Will said, “which probably means it’s also bulletproof, or something.”

Jason laughed. “Ah, lucky us. You never know when someone will pull out a gun at a funeral.”

“With this family, I’d believe anything.”

“True. Is Gabe inside with them?”

“Yep, arguing with his siblings. He said it wasn’t personal, but I don’t think they like me.”

“Oh, it’s not personal, dear. It’s about Gabe’s actions. He can show you off all he likes to prove himself, but it won’t change what he did to his father.”

Will stared at his hands, seeing the flashing police lights in the corner of his mind, the broken bulbs and Isaiah’s mangled arm. Nothing would ever change how he had lost control that day, how all of his anger and pain had turned him into the very thing his father said he would become: a danger to their family. 

Jason brought him out of his thoughts by brushing his hair aside. His touch was always slow, delicate, and safe. Will never had to fear for his life around him.

“You’re comparing yourself to him, aren’t you?” Jason asked. “You’re nothing like Gabe. He hurt his father for a selfish dream. You were just defending yourself—”

“I crushed his arm.”

“He crushed yours first, remember?”

Will shook his head. “I’m still no better than Vesely.”

“If you feel this much guilt for hurting the man who hurt you, then you’re already ten times the man Vesely wishes he was. Don’t treat yourself so harshly, please.”

Somehow, no matter the situation, he always knew what to say to make Will feel at ease. The guilt and the illness and the ogling of Vesely’s family still weighed on his mind, but with Jason there, everything felt a little lighter.

“Thank you,” Will said as he hugged him one last time, “for being here.”

“Always and forever, right?”

“Always and forever.”

They both smiled, happy to hear their phrase completed again. Will led Jason inside, and was immediately surprised by the amount of people that happily greeted him. Even more surprising was how Vesely’s siblings immediately stopped yelling at each other and ran towards Jason. Enzo had the biggest smile on his face, and even cold, stone-faced Alma seemed to relax more.

“Jason!” Enzo greeted him with a hug. “God, what happened? It’s been forever.”

“Oh… Right, I’m assuming Gabe didn’t tell you that I’m working for him.”

Alma raised her eyebrows. “You know his name?”

“I know everything, thanks to Rio—” Jason held Will’s shoulder. “And my boy here, they both helped me find out the truth.”

“Truth?”

“Boy?” Enzo asked.

“Oh, I can explain it later.” Jason chuckled nervously. “I wouldn’t want to interrupt the procession.”

“No, hold on— This is your son?! He’s using your son for his— GABE!”

Vesely had disappeared from sight. Enzo went digging through the crowd while Alma rolled her eyes, muttering something in a language Will couldn’t understand— Italian, he guessed, from the sound of it.

“What was that?” Will asked.

Jason shrugged. “Most likely, nothing I’d want you repeating around the facility.”

“Jason?”

It was a feeble, silky voice, belonging to a small woman with soft gray hair and a thin smile. From the way Alma helped her move closer, Will could tell it was her mother, the remaining parent of the Vesely household. Despite her wrinkles, she looked younger than Gabe. Will wondered how long she had been married to Sal, and whether she had been dragged into his politics, or if she had always supported it. Either way, Jason bowed to hug her as though she were a lifelong friend.

“It’s so nice to see you, Maria. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to call.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m sure you’ve been busy.” 

“How are you holding up?”

“Just trying to stay busy, keep myself together, and all that. Trust me, dear, you’ve made today a lot more bearable.” Her soft brown eyes fell on Will. “Who is this?”

Jason smiled. “This is my son, Will.”

Those five words bounced around in Will’s mind. Son, he thought, I’m his son. Jason only said it when they were alone or with Henry, out of fear that someone would correct him. Today, though, he could say it freely, and the proud smile on his face was proof that he meant it. A cloud of warmth bloomed in Will’s chest, and he bit down on his lip to keep from grinning so hard.

“Your son!” Maria squished Will’s face in her frail hands. “It’s so nice to have you here. Have you eaten? You look starved!”

“No thanks,” Will said through squished cheeks, “I’m all good.”

Jason laughed. “He should be resting in bed, but I’m afraid Gabe brought him along for business. I’m here to keep an eye on him.”

Maria furrowed her brow at the mention of her son’s real name. With a few words from Alma that Will couldn’t hear, Maria’s expression shifted into something darker. She gently took Jason and Will’s hands and squeezed them.

“Neither of you deserved to be dragged into Gabriel’s work. Forgive me, please.”

Jason looked ready to correct her, to insist she wasn’t to blame, but he stopped when Will patted her hand.

“You don’t have to feel bad, ma’am. If we weren’t a part of this, I wouldn’t have my father, so I’m grateful to your family for bringing us together.”

Maria and Alma had the same dumbfounded look in their eyes. Before they could say anything, the doors to the parlor slid open, and everyone shuffled inside to take their seats. As Will trailed behind the crowd, he felt Jason’s hands on his shoulder.

“You called me your father,” he said softly.

“You called me your son.” Will smiled up at him. “It feels right, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, it does.” He chuckled and closed his eyes. “I wish I could say it more often.”

“One day, hopefully.”

“Oh, it’ll be more than one day. You’ll never be able to go anywhere without your old man bragging about you.”

Will snickered. “Stop calling yourself old.”

They followed the last group of people into the viewing room and sat in the furthest corner. The ceremony was short and sweet, with a few people coming up to share their stories about Salvatore Vesely, a man who had provided for his family all the way up until his hospitalization. That was the image of the man that they wanted to remember, and Will thought it best to let them have those memories.

Maria spoke of the deep connection that she and Sal had, one that kept her going after the loss of their youngest child. Alma barely said a word, only citing how Sal was kind enough to adopt her and give her a purpose. Then, the third speaker wandered up to the podium, looking like she was walking through a dream. Her pale hair stood out among the sea of black and gray, her cheeks were thin, and her large gray eyes were full of sorrow. Alma helped set the podium up for her, and Will heard her call the lady Vivian— Vesely’s ex-wife.

“Sal was a sweetheart, through and through,” she said. “My parents were always so serious, but when I joined Gabe’s family, everything became brighter. Sal loved cooking with me and Paisley. He adored our daughter more than anything in the world.”

Everyone nodded sadly. Will knew that young Paisley had been killed by a mob of anti-Freak citizens— burned alive like a witch. Vivian had every right to be upset, and yet it seemed like she was in a wistful trance as she spoke.

“He’s in a better place now, just like her, far from this world. One day, we’ll all be together again.”

Everyone thanked her quietly as she took her seat again. When Enzo took to the podium, his whole demeanor seemed to shift. Any shred of responsibility Will might have seen in him disappeared as he leaned against the stand.

“When we lost Ava, Dad was a wreck. You all remember those holidays, we barely saw him outside of his room. And yet, if any of us ever had a problem, he’d show up with his toolbox and get to work. Even when he was crumbling, he would only think about us. He kept this family together— So I really hope you’re happy, Gabriel. I hope your life’s work was worth it. You just had to prove yourself, didn’t you? You couldn’t let the rest of us have our father— ”

Alma dragged him away from the podium while Maria came up and gave a brief thank-you to everyone for showing up. Then, after a moment of consideration, she turned to Jason and extended her hand towards the podium, offering it to him.

“Would you like to say anything, dear?”

Jason took one long, deep sigh as he rose from his seat— with Will’s help, since he hadn’t brought his cane. Vesely’s siblings took notice of his limp, and Will hoped that they would be courteous enough to wait until after the funeral to kill Vesely for taking Jason’s leg.

When Jason was settled in front of everyone, the whole room seemed to shift. The tension of Enzo’s speech was replaced with a surprising wave of warmth and comfort. Either they had met Jason before, or Sal had loved him so much that his praise reached the rest of the family.

“Hello everyone—” Jason cleared his throat and chuckled. “I’ve never been the best speaker.”

Everyone laughed with him, and a small smile fought its way onto Jason’s face.

“You’ve all known Sal much longer than I have, so I don’t have to tell you what he was like. In fact, I could never perfectly describe him. The best thing I could possibly say is that he was always incredibly welcoming.” He wiped a small tear from his eye. “He was happy to take me in when my own family kicked me out.”

The crowd nodded in sympathy. Jason’s eyes landed on Will, who gave him a comforting smile, which he gladly returned.

“I’m so grateful to him,” Jason said, “and to all of you, for showing me kindness. It’s because of you that I’m able to help my own son.”

The crowd thanked him as he returned to his seat. Maria took the stand again, a serene smile resting on her face as she invited people to come up and say their goodbyes. A few people followed her up, while the rest talked amongst themselves. Jason and Will followed close behind the smaller crowd until they all seemed to disperse, leaving them alone with the casket.

“You don’t have to stand with me, if you’re uncomfortable,” Jason said.

“It’s okay,” Will said. “I’d like to see him.”

He held onto Jason’s arm for balance and stepped closer to the table. The casket had been too far away for Will to see his face initially, but now that he was here, he was stunned by the sight. Sal was an ordinary-looking man, round like Henry and balding slightly in the center of his silver hair. He looked nothing like his kids, not in appearance or in temperament. Despite his horrific state, being comatose and harvested for his powers, he looked like any typical grandfather having an afternoon nap. The father to Vesely and his siblings, the man who had instilled his Freak-centric ideas into his family… He was just a person.

“You seem puzzled.”

“It’s just strange,” Will said. “He looks so different from the others.”

Jason chuckled silently. “I know, it’s hard to believe they’re related. Sal was nothing like his kids— Well, save for Ava.”

“Did you know her, too?”

“For a short time, yes. She was lovely— A little childish, but very thoughtful. She died just before Gabe faked his death. I think that’s what started all of this, to be honest.”

Will nodded solemnly. “It sounded like everyone loved her, especially Sal.”

“Oh yes, she and Enzo got all of his attention, being the younger siblings, and all.”

“Right.” Will closed his eyes. “They usually get all the love.”

He felt Jason’s cold hand slip into his own, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I can’t imagine what you’ve had to put up with, but I’m so sorry.”

Will squeezed his hand back. “Tell me more about Sal, please.”

“Well, he loved to make food for people. It was a family tradition, he said, and he was actually prepared to hand his recipes down to me.” Jason smiled, and Will could hear his voice crack slightly. “He really was the best father I ever had, and I never even got to join the family.”

It was Will’s turn to comfort him. He felt like a young boy again, pressing his forehead against Jason’s shoulder as they both stood in silence. The world had been cruel to them both, but at the same time, it had brought them to each other. Jason’s generosity and care was the only reason Will was still alive. If that was because of Sal, then he was more than grateful for it.

“I’m sorry you didn’t have a real father,” Will said, “but thank you for giving me one.”

Jason smiled and kissed the top of his head. “I should be thanking you.”

“For giving you a father?”

He laughed. “You know what I mean.”

They both stepped aside as someone else came to see Sal. Vivian approached the table politely, glancing up at Jason.

“So, you knew Sal?” she asked.

“Yes,” Jason said. “Well, for a time, at least.”

“He was so sweet.” Her voice sounded distant and wistful. “Gabe was always embarrassed by him, and I couldn’t understand why.”

“I’m sure he hated how un-serious Sal was.”

“Un-serious?” Will said.

“Hey, I can make up any words I want. We’ve more than done our time for Gabe.”

Vivian glanced between the two men, and her big eyes seemed to soften.

“You were next.”

Jason raised his eyebrow. “Next?” 

“He needed to have a Freak-child, to pass on his legacy. That’s the only reason he married me. It’s not my place to get personal, I just assumed…”

Will had to admit it was kind of funny to see Jason get flustered by her inquiry— not because of the appalling suggestion that Vesely was somehow the father of his son, but because she had thought Jason was Will’s biological father, in the first place. A secret childhood wish had finally been fulfilled.

“Oh no,” Jason said, “Gabe had nothing to do with this. We were engaged long before I met Will, but Gabe chose to fake his death and— It’s a long story, actually.”

Vivian squinted. “You had to meet your son?”

“He’s my godson. I call him my son because he deserves something other than the incompetent brute that’s currently taking up his house. Believe me, I’d love to march over there and fight to the death for the title of fatherhood.”

Will hid his face with the collar of his shirt, surprised to hear Vivian laugh at them softly. Her smile was small and misshapen, as though she had forgotten how to do it, but it still looked sweet.

“Paisley would have loved you.”

[nothing-but-paisley]

Deeply relate to Gabrielle de Lioncourt because I would also kill to dress like an 18th century fop

[thevamplelio]

CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE !!

TAGGED BY: myself - borrowed from: @radicalrascals.

TAGGING: @akcsha, @wcstenra, @apphrodite, @eclipsecrowned, @protector-of-the-fae @sacredvein, @count-v-dracula @openedxdoors, @josephinerphub - shoutout to @desiredprince cause they’re cool.

✧･ﾟ   𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

► LESTAT DE LIONCOURT. 

★  ⸻   GENERAL

Name: Lestat de Lioncourt

Alias(es): the Brat Prince, the rule breaker, Lelio, a perfect devil & more!

Gender: Demi-boy (he/they)

Age: 262+ (looks 21)

Date of Birth: November 7, 1760

Place of Birth: Auvergne, France.

Spoken Language(s): French, English, some Latin and Italian.

Orientation: bi (non-discriminating!) and doesn’t do monogamy, that’s for humans and cowards.

Occupation(s): Prince of the coven of the articulate, writer/novelist, former rockstar, dandy/fop and all around troublemaker.

★  ⸻   APPEARANCE

Eye colour: blue-gray-purple.

Hair colour: golden blonde.

Height: 6’0”

Other: well dressed, gentleman death in silk and lace come to put out the light.

★  ⸻   FAVORITE

Colour: purple, fuscia and blue

Song: Present. Classical.

Food: king cake

Drink: wine

★  ⸻   HAVE THEY...

Passed university: add it to the do list, perhaps. (No)

Had sex: yes.

Had Sex in (semi)Public: yes.

Gotten pregnant/someone else pregnant: yes.

Kissed a boy: yes.

Kissed a girl: yes.

Gotten tattoos: no.

Gotten piercings: no.

Been in love: yes.

Stayed up 24+ hours: yes.

★  ⸻   ARE THEY...

A virgin: most certainly not!

A cuddler: circumstantially.

A kisser: yes.

Scared easily: no.

Jealous easily: depends on who.

Trustworthy: of course! Of course! Of course! (No)

Submissive: switch.

Dominant: switch.

In love: with Louis de Pointe du Lac.

Relationship status: it’s complicated.

★  ⸻   RANDOM QUESTIONS

TW for self-harm/suicide mention.

Have they harmed themselves: yes.

Thought of suicide/ideated: yes.

Attempted suicide: yes.

Wanted to kill someone: succeeded and done well at it.

Have/had a job: depends on definition.

Fears: abandonment, being enough, loneliness and his own capacity for evil and goodness.

★  ⸻   FAMILY

Sibling(s): a few brothers and sisters he claims disdain for, especially the brothers.

Parent(s): Marquis de Lioncourt/Gabrielle de Lioncourt.

Children: Claudia, Viktor de Lioncourt, Rose de Lioncourt, and open to adopting.

Significant other: a few… Louis de Pointe du Lac and Rowan Mayfair to name two. Pet(s): Mojo de Lioncourt, a handsome German Shepard.

The whole run down of this bi bastard.

The Vampire Lestat.

Books.

Tv show.

Bi manifesto.

Vampire reviews: the vampire Lestat.

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Bruna Griphao abre o jogo sobre a vida amorosa após reality show

A atriz e ex-BBB Bruna Griphao está vivendo o seu primeiro dia longe do confinamento do BBB 23, da Globo, que chegou ao fim na noite de terça-feira, 25. Durante sua maratona de compromissos nos estúdios da emissora, ela comentou sobre a sua vida amorosa. Durante o reality show, ela viveu um affair com Gabriel Fop e também foi shippada com Gabriel Santana. Porém, ela contou que está solteira e…

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Quadro Análise de Estilo: Gabriel Fop BBB | Cortes New Old Man Cast

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Cliff Hanger and Some Strange Creek Fellows

Narrator: Flying off the shelf once again, it’s the continuing, daring, and dangling adventures of… Cliff Hanger!

Narrator: Today’s adventure; #33,018, Cliff Hanger and Some Strange Creek Fellows!

Chorus: Cliff Hanger! Hanging from a cliff, And that’s why he’s called Cliff Hanger!

Cliff: Excuse me! EXCUSE ME!

Narrator: We find Cliff Hanger where we left him last, hanging from a cliff.

Cliff: Can't… hold… on… much… longer!

Narrator: Suddenly, Cliff notices a bunch of people who say they are from the creek, ON TOP OF THE CLIFF! They have a bunch of stuff like grappling hooks, ropes, and even their own giant slingshot so that Cliff can get off the cliff.

Peri: Oh boy, this man needs to get off this cliff.

Kelsey: Yesh... he looks like he’s been stuck there for about a year or so.

Narrator: Just then, Cliff gropes into his backpack and reaches out: His Trusty Survival Manual! Using his noted decoding skills, Cliff begins to read:

Cliff: (reading) If you notice multiple people from the creek with random things, ask the team if they can get you off the cliff using one of them. You’ll also need to ask for help.

Cliff: Well, that’s a swell idea!

Cliff: Hey guys, can you help me off this cliff?

Cheese Sticks: Sure will, mister!

Jamo: Yeah!

Handlebarb: We will certainly help!

Aaron: Guys, we really need to get this guy off this cliff. If we help him get off the cliff, he’ll have a happy life. If we don’t get him off the cliff, he’ll be stuck there forever! Is any of you in?

All: YES!

Deon: Well then, what should we use? My giant paintbrush?

Wildernessa: Cheese Sticks?

Cheese Sticks: What you gonna do to me? Are you gonna put ME on that cliff?

Stella: No! We are not putting you on the cliff, Cheez. We are trying to rescue that man!

Junk Lord: We should use the propellers I brought back from the Junkpile.

Warpspeed: Great idea, love of my life. I think we can all fit on this.

David: I think we should put the rest of the junk in the maghony bag and use the propeller!

Shermy: Kid, are you going to help us, or are you just gonna sit there and lick your lollipop all day?

Kid: I totally regret doing this.

Chloe: Alrighty---

Leno: OH! I have a better idea! Maybe we should use the giant slingshot and the propeller and let Cliff-Man grab onto my hand, and he’s totally safe, and off the cliff!

Reptar: Very decent idea. I’ll get the slingshot ready, Leno.

Reptar: You’ll all fit on the propeller, and I will shoot it in the sky. Leno, grab Cliff-dude’s hand. (the teenagers all get on the propeller and go on the slingshot.)

Reptar: Ready guys?

All: Ready!

Reptar: AND SHOOT! (the propeller operates when Reptar shoots the slingshot.)

Leno: Grab my hand, Cliff-man! (Cliff then grabs Leno’s hand.)

Cliff: Okay! I’m grabbing it!

Cliff: Finally! I’m off that darned cliff!

Leno: I'll put you down safely as a chicken feather. (Leno drops Cliff down gently.)

Leno: Let’s get back to the grassy spot.

Cliff: Wow, guys! Thanks for saving me--- WOAH! (He trips on the rope, and ends up back on the cliff.)

Cliff: Oh my god! I’m back on the cliff! Darned kids.

Chorus: And that’s why he’s called Cliff Hanger!

Cliff: Can't… hold… on… much… longer!

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A Walk in the Garden

Here I am again with another birthday fic for a friend inspired by her favorite Jane Austen book, Emma. So many will recognize the scene and the dialogue is all Austen’s. However, the internal monologue is mine. It was such fun getting all regency England with the fops and flibberjibbets. Hope you all enjoy!

Lady Isabel grimaced, lightly kicking the stone ahead of her. 

How foolish she had been the previous months. All her matchmaking plans gone awry. She had driven her good friend Naomi away from a decent fisherman like Marzel, to be matched with the fopish Duke Alonso. 

Who had been engaged the whole time! Yet entertained flirtations with her. Isabel blushed at the memory of her fluttery heart, flattered by Alonso’s attentions though she had been meaning to help her friend. 

What was worse, she had thought she had great observation skills yet she didn’t piece the clues together. The trips out of town, the way Lady Valentinaalways flounced out of the room in disapproval when he talked with her. Lady Isabel had actually believed his story that he went all the way to Paraiso for a haircut! 

Okay, that one was not her fault. It was Duke Alonso, that would have been a legitimate reason for him.

And that was not even getting into her other failed matchmaking attempts. Javier pretending to enjoy Naomi’s sailing demonstration just to have the chance to kiss her! Ugh! What an odious young man. 

Truly, Sir Gabriel had been right. She was no matchmaker. Even her first “success” of her sister and Mateo was truly not of her doing. Though she had supported their union wholeheartedly. 

She was no matchmaker and a horrible judge of character. All the potential matches had been flops, she had been taken in by rakes, and was so consumed with her visions of catulpalting Naomi to becoming “someone special” she completely neglected the girl’s actual wishes and who she really was. 

Lady Isabel heaved a large sigh, inhaling the faint fragrance of roses and gardenias in the royal gardens but even the lovely scent did not encourage her mood as it would have any other day. 

A familiar voice however. . . 

“Lady Isabel?” 

Isabel whirled around, self-consciously putting a stray bang back behind her again. 

Oh Sir Gabriel, the person she was most comfortable with yet the last man she wanted to see at the moment. 

He must think her so foolish especially the way she behaved toward Lady Yolanda. Yes, the woman was a headache to bear, constantly flipperjibbeting and gossipy, but it had been rude on her part. 

Her words, “Ah but there may be a difficulty. Pardon me- but you will be limited as to a tone of geniality- you will be limited in your tone“ echoed in her head and she dearly hope the blush wasn’t spreading across her cheeks right now. She had said what everyone was thinking, a fatal mistake. 

But Gabe did not seem to hold any ill regard towards her like he had at the picinic. Instead he smiled at her, the soft smile that gave him crinkles around his eyes, making him boyish and mature all at once. 

“Yes, Sir Gabriel?” Embarrassment from the admonishment before prevented her from speaking familiarly. 

“May- May I speak to you a moment?”

“Yes, you may, what else do you want to talk to me about?” Isabel nodded, cursing how formal she sounded and the bitterness but felt unable to stop the awkwardness. She wanted so much to return to his good graces, but her pride was hurt. She was taking her anger at herself and throwing it at him. 

Isabel looked down to the ground, “I’m sorry. I stopped you most ungraciously and gave you pain. If you have any wish to speak to me openly about anything you might have in contemplation, as your friend, I cannot refuse you.” 

She took a chance to look up as she said friend, hoping against hope for a smile and not a rebuke at the title. 

And there it was. 

She felt her knees weaken with relief at the sight. Him, the handsome land officer siling so warmly at her. It was a welcome after feeling outcasted among her own kind for her meddlesome actions and more troublesome tongue. 

Isabel resolved to keep quiet until Gabe had finished. Whatever else he had to say, he had the right to. He had been warning her from the beginning not to meddle. That she was looking past things that were right in front of her. She saw that now he was right, her pride had blinded her to so many things this social season. 

“Indeed as your old friend, I will listen to whatever it is you wish to tell me.” 

Gabe strode closer, the sun gleaming on the military shined buttons of his blue uniform, highlighting his taunt biceps. But what really served to show his maturity was the steady look of poise and capability that he exuded. He looked every inch the captain he was. 

“Isabel, about our friendship. . . You wish for it to remain the same as it has always been. But I cannot desire that-” 

“But why!” Isabel cried, all her comforting feelings flying away at once. It was like a fatal blow to the heart. The world that had been festively stroon with the dazzling spring sun grew dim. 

Surely, her recent actions have not drove him so far away from her! She could not bear it if it was true. 

Gabe had always been there for her. Ever since she was little, just seen as Elena’s little sister, he had been the one who had been the nicest to her. Gabe had always been willing to to indulge in listening to her ramblings about her inventions instead of commenting of how inappropriate the sciences were for a lady of her station. 

She remembered how patient and encouraging he was to her when she was dismayed about her calculations or some social event where she feared that she’d be ridiculed. He had been there for her for the awkwardness, the joyful family holidays and gloomy days of anniversaries of those long gone. He was always there for her to lend an ear and make her feel better. Even in his letters far off in the field of battle, he truly cared about what she was saying. He said they gave him some comfort, some normalcy. 

No, she could lose all that. 

She loved. . . 

Oh goodness, she loved him. 

The shock of the revelation almost sent her reeling into the rose bushes but her tongue managed to bypass her brain and continue speaking. Thankfully, on topic and not on her epiphany. 

“I know I have made mistakes but if you’d been here the past few days you would have seen how I’ve tried to change.Please tell me I am your friend,” She pleaded.

Isabel’s heart sank further at Gabe’s glance. He would not look her in the eye, instead sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck and halfheartedly gazing the rose petals. 

“I do not wish to call you my friend because I wish to call you something infinitely more dear.” 

What? What could he possibly. . . did he mean? 

Isabel’s heart fluttered with hope once more. A faint glimmer but powerful that sent shivers down her spine as Gabe chanced a look up at her. 

Gabe was one of the strongest, bravest yet sweetest man she had ever known. But at this moment, he looked like a scared boy. A brave yet scared boy who was doing his best to hold eye contact with her as he spoke quickly of all the things that had been pressing on his heart. 

“Did you never wonder why I never befriended Duke Alonso? It was because I knew he was vying for your attentions. Indeed, when you insulted Lady Yolanda at the picnic, I thought that evidence of his influence over you, and I couldn’t bear to see that so I went away. Mateo’s workshop is usually a place of comfort to me, but seeing your sister there kept you fresh in my mind. I only felt hope again when I heard of Alonso’s engagement and I rush back, anxious to hear of your feelings, keen to be near you. I rode through the rain, but I’d ride through worse if I could just hear your voice telling me that I might at least have some chance to win you.” 

He spoke in such a great rush of feeling, it was hard for Isabel to keep up. But the message stayed the same. 

He had been holding these feelings for her inside a long time, hadn’t he? And once more she had been too blind to notice. Blind to herself as well! 

He wasn’t a big brother figure as she had always presumed. She would not have highly sought his good opinion as she realized she did. 

He was more than that. He was her other half. Her safety. When she wasn’t overthinking things he made her feel so comfortable. Secure to be more accurate. She felt like she could truly be herself around him and never feel judged.

She looked at him, unsure and nervous. His fingers fidgeting and twisting a rose stem in his nervousness. He was truly afraid that she did not feel the same. 

Though she may be blind, she was no longer. 

She gently took his worrying hands into her own. She did her best to look into his gaze, but found the warm chocolate of his eyes almost melting. She couldn’t keep her thoughts straight for she was suddenly overwhelmed by his handsomeness and the joy radiating from him.

Joy that she returned his feelings. She never knew she could procure such a reaction from someone. Much less him! 

“Sir Gabe,” Isabel began stutteringly, unable to keep the glee from her voice, “If I have not spoken, it is because I am afraid I will awaken myself from this dream! It cannot be true! I feel so full of error, so mistaken in my make-up to deserve you! What of my flaws? I’ve humbled you, and I’ve lectured you and you have borne it as none could have born it.” 

Isabel could see that he was about to open his mouth to kindly reject the claim but she was aware of her faults now. He was sweet though to try dissuade her. 

“Maybe it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another? Marry me?” 

Isabel laughed out loud with shock at her sudden declaration as well as Gabe’s startled face but she did not regret it. 

Now her feelings were known, she desired it greatly. She was ready for this new life at her friend’s side. 

“Oh marry me, my wonderful, darling friend!” 

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"I am not a particular fan of Restoration comedy,” confesses Simon Russell Beale. “I spent a few years doing Restoration comedy 30 years ago and I don’t think it’s of particular interest to people now.” 

We’re talking about the recently publicised objections made by some Rada students to the study of Restoration comedy, as part of an anti-racism plan presented in the wake of the Black Lives Matter protests this summer.

The plan, drawn up by the school’s student body, stated 17th and early 18th-century plays like Wycherley’s The Country Wife and Farquhar’s The Recruiting Officer were “very white” and featured characters who “were figureheads of the empire”.

One of the foremost actors of his generation, Beale, 59, maintains that questioning the repertoire, and the current rhetoric about white privilege, is fine: “I welcome it. It has been building for a long time. It can only be a good thing. Diversity is a good thing.”

Yes, agreed. But, hang on... What about reports of reverse racism in Hollywood, of white actors losing out on the basis of their skin colour? “I don’t know about Hollywood,” he responds. “Do I still have a place here as an actor? I think I probably do. I don’t think one thing excludes the other.”

It’s hard – truth be told – to get into a sustained debate with a man as distinguished as Beale, knighted last year, via a Zoom call. Moreover, confronting where “woke” culture is headed feels – temporarily at least – by the by. The past few months have been about survival, slog, getting open.

The last time I interviewed him, four years ago, we were face to face in bucolic Stratford-upon-Avon, where he was preparing to tackle The Tempest for the RSC.

Had we known what lay ahead we wouldn’t have believed it: the world shaken by Covid-19, the RSC and National facing the worst crises of their history, his own profession quasi annihilated.

“It was as if the job of actor had disappeared, that there was no such thing,” he says of this year’s shutdown. “Normally, if you lose one job you find another, but there was no such job, in any medium. It was extraordinary.”

He’s looking back from the vantage of rescue: he plays Scrooge (and a co-narrator) in Nicholas Hytner’s new staging of A Christmas Carol. This production is perhaps the most hotly anticipated of the many iterations of the story this year, including – by coincidence – another in which he had a hand, or voice: lending his figgy-pudding rich tones to Scrooge in a dance film version released in cinemas today.

Speaking during a break in rehearsals at the Bridge Theatre, in London, he looks relaxed, his old genial, avuncular self. “I feel I’ve come home,” he says. A restoration, then – albeit there are only three actors, with no touching, and the Damoclean threat of London being put into Tier 3 (bringing the show to a halt) looming over the run. He marvels at how he – and others – initially thought the ordeal would be over in weeks.

“I had no conception of what it meant. I thought it was a holiday,” he says. But, after returning home to Wiltshire from Broadway, where he’d been starring in The Lehman Trilogy, weeks of waiting turned into months. His anxiety grew. He was one of the millions not to receive extra government support – the so-called “excluded”. Savings and frugality have kept him going. He reckoned he could last a year. “I was anxious. I had sleepless nights because I’ve got a mortgage to pay. I had a bit of money in the bank and that has now gone.”

Had things not picked up, Beale, who has two Olivier awards to his name and has triumphed in some of the most demanding roles in the canon, would be applying for universal credit.

Swift to ensure this isn’t all about himself, he adds: “We’ve all had dark, panicked days. Everyone has their own difficulties. I’m luckier than most. There are people who are now desperate.”

Despite this, when I ask whether he’d call Rishi Sunak a Scrooge he demurs. “I can’t. I can’t see much point in being angry about something that we had no control over, which is this virus. It must be difficult to organise [a response] but it is a very strange gap in the support system.”

There’s an intense reasonableness about Beale, a lucidity and scholarly intelligence, that surrounds him like an aura, whether on stage (where it captivates) or off (where it charms). Following his (post-Cambridge) training as an actor at Guildhall School, he played show-stealing fops and wags – hence his Restoration jibes.

But in 1990 the late Terry Hands cast him as Konstantin in The Seagull at the RSC. “It was the first time anyone had said, ‘You don’t have to be grotesque and funny on stage, just use what you’ve got’.”

Often since then – whether in comedy (Benedick in Much Ado, Sir Harcourt Courtly in London Assurance), tragedy (Hamlet, Lear), or combinations of the two (Stalin in Collaborators, Uncle Vanya) – he has exuded an air of being himself. Which isn’t to say that he hasn’t shape-shifted, or “acted”, but that he presents the character like a mirror into which he peers, inspecting its truth, glancing inward, creating a sense of the role – and human nature itself – as a shared work in progress.

He once described acting as “three-dimensional literary criticism”. He holds by that, and his reading of the role of Scrooge resists the stereotype of the miser as “grisly, grating. I can’t help softening him in my head. We’d call him depressed now.”

What’s more, he doesn’t want “Bah! Humbug!” to “sound like a catchphrase”. More important, he believes, is the response of Fred, Scrooge’s nephew, to this rejection of Christmas and Fred’s insistence that there are many things in life which, although not profitable, make you happy; a message, Beale says, that can also be applied to culture in general.

“Theatres aren’t different from pubs or football matches – they’re all what makes life worth living,” he says. “It’s an argument we’ve avoided in the arts because it doesn’t persuade the Government. You have to use an economic rationale. But now people are saying: we need it back, for our mental health, for our souls.”

Assuming the country’s cultural life does return next year, Beale hopes to be playing Bach in a new play by Nina Raine and see the Covid-postponed Bridge project of Ibsen’s John Gabriel Borkman (again directed by Hytner) come to fruition. He is also starring in two forthcoming films: Benediction, about the war poet Siegfried Sassoon, and Operation Mincemeat, an adaptation of a book of the same name by Ben Macintyre.

But live theatre is where his heart lies. There’s seemingly no plan to stream A Christmas Carol. And he approves.

“It’ll be a live performance in front of living, breathing people. We might have to do it outside, using megaphones. But we can’t wait for the perfect conditions. We must will British theatre back into existence.”

A Christmas Carol runs until Jan 6 at the Bridge, London SE1. Tickets: 0333 320 0051; bridgetheatre.co.uk