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#here come the gays
toriangeli · 2 months
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What the fuck. It usually takes years for new vocal students to unlearn bad habits, let alone learn good ones. And Sam Reid is already singing like that. He's supporting the belts in exactly the right way, with a nice relaxed throat, as if he's been doing it this way all along.
Contrast Gerard Butler, who did pretty well for someone who only took a year of lessons, singing the title role of The Phantom of the Opera and having the weakest vocals in the cast.
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lestatthevamp · 2 months
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New account theme 💜
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lafamilledelioncourt · 2 months
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sam reid just fuck me up.
GIVE ME SOME FACE? LESTAT DE LIONCOURT
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mercuryacejonez · 2 months
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OMFG. My inner 12 year old is going nuts. This is the most amazing thing to ever happen. Rockstar Lestat, maybe this timeline ain't so bad.
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bisexualgoddess1031 · 1 month
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Rockstar Lestat!!!!! #crochet #crochetaddict #crochetlove #crochetersofinstagram #amigurumi #art #vampires #lestat #thevampirelestat #queenofthedamned #samreid #annerice #lgbtq #herecomethegays
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bedlund · 2 months
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here come the gays
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draculaugust · 4 months
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last day to be cis and straight, people…. 24 hours until party time….
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geekcentre · 2 months
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Worlds most normal chain of restaurants, nothing bad has happen here!
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You can find the stickers here!
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verflares · 8 months
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meteorologists report sky just a little bluer today, and it's because skyloft residents link and zelda are in love :)
also on inprnt :]
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elena-illustration · 2 years
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“all the deaths could have been prevented if andrey and goncharov just had gay sex” well what if they had gay sex and then still did the killings. i think they deserve to have some killings as a treat
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skyburger · 4 months
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do they celebrate pride month on teo
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koko2unite · 5 months
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I need to be pounded in the ass while the belly slam and bounce off my back and when he's done he just lays all of his weight on top of me and fall asleep snoring
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deep-space-lines · 6 months
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okay but like. I just had the weirdest thought about that ‘don’t look I’m naked’ comic. Which is that that’s essentially the same thing Adam and Eve did after they ate the fruit of knowledge of good&evil. So I feel like the theological implications of that could kneecap Gabe if he doesn’t think V1 is a being with free will.
yeah ok. i dunno man. is this anything
((side note. this isn’t necessarily meant to be in-character or story-accurate or take place at any particular point in time, just a way to explore some Thoughts. i was also imagining more that V1’s words aren't actually spoken, more like Gabriel’s more articulate interpretation of whatever garbled mechanical noise V1 is using to communicate. I think an angel could do that.))
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and then they fucked nasty the end
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renonv · 3 months
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Here comes the Sun himself ☀️
glassless versión
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I’m so proud of this!!!! Rock star Lestat
#crochet #crochetaddict #crochetlove #crochetersofinstagram #amigurumi #art #vampires #lestat #thevampirelestat #queenofthedamned #samreid #annerice #lgbtq #herecomethegays
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rooksunday · 3 months
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thinking about fox getting his first poll card after the vode get citizenship. the guard scattered after sithsplosion day, but he and a score or so that were functionally useless without each other, like nervous space greyhounds with military training, all ended up bundled together on some planet in the mid rim.
he’s been working on a book about his years at the senate. no one knows about it aside from thorn, who has been checking his basic, and advising him where he needs to wind the reveals back a little because libel. the rest of the time he does payroll for a number of small businesses, picking and choosing his hours, and delighting in sending invoices for his business: the shiny security fund, he’s called it, to continue the tradition in a more official manner.
(when they’d been on triple zero, the fund had been for rations. blankets. bacta. they’d conned credits from tourists and stolen them from senators and turned those credits into hope for the poor bastards shipped to the city that ate shinies before they could ever earn paint. these days, the fund was for whatever his guard wanted. aside from a pony. fox couldn’t figure out where hound would keep the pony.)
the book had been born from two lists. one was the blackmail and gossip the guard had collected during their stint on coruscant; that was where thorn needed to check for dangers, but since most of those senators had died in sith-related incidents, or had been jailed when the media got hold of their dealings, all fox was doing was providing context.
the other part of the book was fox’s List. thire sometimes called it a manifesto, because he had been studying for his degree and liked to show off occasionally. the list was a suggestion of changes to the republic, some small, some large. it was a silly fancy of fox’s, as the whole book was, but if he couldn’t indulge himself in his own karkin’ book then they might as well have punted him off the high levels back on coruscant.
yet for all that he’d settled—and paid taxes, even—fox hadn’t felt part of the citizenship of the planet. then the poll card had arrived. and suddenly he mattered in a tangible way. just like the bothan baker next door did. just like the twi’lek downstairs, the one with the noisy kriffin’ speeder, did.
thorn found fox in the kitchen, still staring at the scrap of card. he rapped his knuckles on the doorframe.
“you okay there, chief?” he asked. he’d been trying out alternatives to ‘sir’. “noise complaint again?”
fox shook his head. he didn’t look up. “voting thing. there’s an election.”
“oh! yeah, we got ours yesterday. are you— what’s that face you’re making. i don’t think i like it.”
fox raised his head and gleamed his smile at thorn, who backed away slightly, one hand drifting to where a blaster once hung. fox’s eyes felt very wide. he jabbed the poll card like a vibroknife.
“do you know what this means?”
“democracy comes in two postal batches?”
“no! well, yes, apparently, and that’s inefficient, but— no!” fox jabbed the card again. “this means i am a citizen and i am about to make that a senator’s problem. where’s my manifes— list, thorn? it’s time for an update.”
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