#here we fucking go

[longingquiet]

THE BITE OF '73 — Luke Brandon Field as Daniel Molloy & Assad Zaman as Armand

Interview with the Vampire, AMC - Series 2, Episode 5

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

haha, guilty..

[pommiegirl]

I know he is having a break, but I do miss seeing him on my television every week. Also I love the look on Michael Coles face when Drew gets the chant going!

[sorcererkiller]

LLLLET'S GET READY TO RUMBLLLLLLLLEEE!

[varyingobsession]

little guys who are definitely NOT traumatized

sorry in advance for the flood of these silly bitches that will inundate my blog for the foreseeable future

bonus under cut:

[kaythefloppa]

[beeallaround]

My biggest secret when it comes to svsss is that despite being in the fandom for over two years now, I have never read the QiJiu or the TianSu extras. I actually didn't read any of the extras besides the Bingge, Airplane, and Wedding. Wild, completely insane of me. I literally only got the concept of the other extras from fix-it fics.

But now, in the name of research for my own fics, I will finally be reading all the extras. I'm excited because now a lot of these characters are dear to me, but I'm also dreading it because a lot of these characters are dear to me.

[xproskeith]

Time to loop The Line on repeat and write that fic I promised my friends.

[zaptrapp]

Next week episodes titles are “Point of no return” and “Identity crisis”.

I bet the dick I don’t have I either shit myself or Tech is in there if not both.

[daydreamerwonderkid]

My only resolutions this year is to make money and eat good food.

[longingquiet]

ASSAD ZAMAN as Armand

Interview with the Vampire, AMC - Series 2, Episode 3

[eidolons-stuff]

Xavier: "Why do you need to find Wednesday?"

Yoko: "To tell her that Ajax is trying to go on a date with her!"

Xavier: "Oh, no need to worry about that"

[jaybirdscoffee]

america is a joke

[andromeda3116]

This chapter was hard for me to write. At first, I was too anxious about the upcoming election, and then it actually happened and I was too devastated to consider writing fanfiction. But then I stopped and thought about it, about the role of fiction in helping us -- both writer and reader -- process emotion, about how it teaches us how to get into the head of another person, about how cathartic it can be, how hopeful. And then I received a review where the person mentioned how important this story -- this Katara -- is to them, particularly after the election, how it lifted their spirits to see her being independent and strong and fearless.

All of this led me to restart this chapter and take it in a slightly different direction than I had planned, to delve into a lot of the things I'm feeling and I've heard from others about what they're feeling. I have, here, established a politician-Katara who stands for all that we lost on Tuesday, and who -- if she were real and living in America now -- would never for a second consider giving up. She would stand and fight and never be silenced.

And so I want to say -- if you're afraid right now, if you're hurting, if you're worried about the future, you are not alone. Don't give up hope, and don't lose faith. Not in yourself, and not in other other people. It seems insurmountable, it feels like things are going in an awful direction, and I'm not going to pretend that it's all magically going to be okay. But I am going to promise that you aren't alone. However alone you feel, however silenced, however afraid -- you are not alone.

Let us come together, let us take Katara's words to heart, and never, ever turn our backs on people who need us. We need each other now more than ever. Stand together, hang in there, and hold on. It isn't okay now, but we will make it be okay in the future. Just hold on.

If you ever need someone to talk to, send me a message. I can't promise that I'll have answers, but I will have a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on. And never, ever, ever, ever forget, I cannot stress this enough: you are not alone.

I wrote these words eight years ago. I was 25, reeling, heartbroken, overwhelmed. And terrified, of course, I was so, so scared.

Now, eight years later, at 33, facing the same darkness - and yet worse, of course, we all know it's worse - what I remember most clearly about those four years is the bone-crushing exhaustion. It's so draining, and of course that's how they want you to be: drained out and slumped down like a broken toy. It's overwhelming, they bombard you, and you feel like everyday you're trying to swim against the rising tide, and...

Well, the unfortunate fact that we have to face is that the tide is rising. Like Chuck Tingle said, we have to face the fact that there is a rightward cultural shift that we are looking at, and it's... Well, it's heartbreaking, isn't it? And stunning. To realize that this isn't the world we thought it was. These aren't the people we thought we knew. We thought everyone had seen how awful this man was, how dangerous. We begged them to see, to hear us. And... it wasn't enough.

But I wrote other words, too: “None of this is going to go away overnight. You can’t make a hundred years of propaganda vanish in five. We’ll be fighting this for the rest of our lives, that’s how it’s going to be. But the only way to make it ever get better is by standing our ground and fighting it and never giving up.”

This week is for grief. For shock. For horror and screaming despair. Don't suppress or ignore those feelings - they are real and they are powerful and they will shatter the chains you try to contain them with. Let yourself feel them.

And then next week, we get to work. Okay? We spit out the blood in our mouths and we rub the tears off our faces, and we get ready. We've got two months to prepare, and so now we prepare. We can't stop this tide from rising, but we can fortify our homes and build shelters and hunker down for the long haul. And one day, we'll be able to get to higher ground and leave this sea of hatred behind us.

But only if we stand firm now and don't let them swallow us whole. Sometimes you don't measure time by good or bad, but as the last bastard standing. One day, this will be over and what we have built will be standing and they will not.

I spoke with fear eight years ago, with desperate hope and hands outstretched to hug and comfort - now I speak with a scream of rage and grief, and hands outstretched to drag each other out of the dark water. I thought we'd gotten past this. I thought we were beyond this. I thought we'd learned.

But here we are. And here we make our stand. And because we are making our stand here and because we are building our foundations where we stand, this will not be our final one.

Even the longest, darkest night ends with the dawn.

So hold my hand and I'll hold yours. And we'll get through this.

[v3ng3anc3-qu33n]

War.

"Okay so we will split up and lure as many of the heroes as possible to the main city block hopefully before they can fully learn about all of our abilities and powers, there a bunch of the smaller villains will be waiting and start fighting as we fight this will be war." I calculate. "Any questions?"

A few people raise their hands, and I point to Compress.

"Why not just have the lower villains lure them there?" Compress asks incredulous.

"Well thats because we did that to start this they would expect it." I coldly explain.

Everyone pauses and slowly lowers their hands.

"So is everyone clear on this new plan my dumbass overlooked how heroes sometimes have their own damn planes and jets and fucking boats!" I announce loudly. With a chrous of agreement, I nod, and we all start to get ready getting into our villain suits.

Me and Toga go to Tokyo and start breaking havoc me destroying roads and buildings and her attacking civilians, and quickly we gain the attention we want. However, it is not from the people we want...

"Y/n..?" A deep voice asks.

Me and Toga freeze.

"Toga, you take care of him, and I'll deal with the rest." I coldly proclaim as my eyes start glowing vibrant purple.

"Fuck yeah I'm gonna beat your shitty exs ass!!" Toga shouts.

Toga quickly jumps at Damian with her needles out as I charge at the rest of the batfamily going for Jason first.

"Aww what's wrong.. Red Hood you didn't miss me?" I ask pouting.

"You're insane and a monster." He retaliates.

"Rude." I scoff before shooting magic at him loosely purposefully missing.

Toga and Damian engage in close combat and I send Toga a message mentally.

'Remember we need to lead them back to the main city block' my voice rings in her head, before she looks at me and nods.

I dart off with Toga pausing briefly.

"What's wrong your punches are weaker than usual." I say acting as if we were running away before me and Toga keep running to the main block.

They follow us closely and as we get there we see the others with all the other hero teams who came to try and aid the Japanese heroes.

"Hello all, thanks for joining us... now now this isn't how we treat our guests." I sweetly exclaim, and the League joins me where I am in front of a building with the heroes across us. As we do so, the smaller villains quickly charge out, and chaos unleashes.

I smile sinisterly before I give the League the go-ahead to join me immediately, targeting the Justice League, Teen Titans, Young Justice, and Bat Family. I create a giant magic bubble to trap us together alone just me and them.

"What? Suprised?" I ask.

"I thought no one good was supposed to be hurt." Damian sneer.

"...you're right, that was the plan, but well... I got hurt, and here's the thing the line between good and bad blurs so much the way black and white are just shades of the same colour." I exclaim giggling maniacally.

"You're an insane bitch!" Stephanie shouts.

"You will pay for this y/n" Superman says his sons agreeing.

"Oh me? Well, everyone breaks. No one stays kind forever... no one can take it or fuckihg fake it forever. Some people snap! And well, I just happened too by the very hands that I would carefully bandage, and that would help out me back together." I say my voice cruel yet heartfelt my voice unsteady.

I then catch Wonder Woman's lasso from where she was behind me, and I use it to slam her on the ground and tie her up with it.

"Would anyone else like to try?" I ask.

Superman flies at me with his laser eyes. I pull out a hand mirror and reflect it in the direction of Wonder Woman, making him immediately stop and try and choke me. Damian freezes along with the rest of the batfamily, but I push through and break his arm and also tie him up with the lasso.

Both speedsters then charge at me. I flick my wrist, and the ground becomes slippery, and the liquid then floats up and binds them together next to the others. A similar pattern happens until it's just me and them batfamily left. I have the other heroes in a floating bubble. I look at them before pausing.

"You know how this all started?" I ask.

"...wait why the fuck did this start?" Beast Boy asks.

"You killed an innocent man and woman with those disgusting powers of yours!" Starfire exclaims.

"Tsk tsk not even telling the truth anymore? My how far you have fallen." I say as i look at the batfamily. "That's a lie, by the way. I did kill the man, but he was far from innocent. He killed the woman... in the same way I saw my parents killed, so I snapped my powers overflowed and killed the man... but you wouldn't know that... as the person who supposedly loved me wouldn't even let me explain... and considering his past, it's absurd..."

"...what? You didn't kill that woman?" Damian asks his voice broken.

"No, see quite the opposite. I am or was a hero here. I got my hero licence and had a loving adoptive father, so I set off for America to try and help the mess you all created... i had the blessing of The Avengers who are family friends as a just in case... but emotions and logic don't coexist well... so I just ran. I had done some secret hdden hero work in helping the smaller villains who did it out of desperation find jobs and food." I say.

"I-" Damian pauses and is cut off.

"You still killed people these people!" Bruce shouts.

"Um so do you?" I say in an obvious tone.

"What? No, I have a no killing rule." Bruce says.

"Umm, you still kill people?" I say i see the batfamilys confused faces and sigh "okay so you have created a cycle of creating super villains and a cycle that allows for the super villains to have goons and people to work under them whether they like what they do or not."

"What?" Dick says.

"Oh my fucking gods.. okay so when you stop a villain damage happens and when damage to the city happens and the rich don't fix it the taxes rise making the cost of living rise as everyone needs extra money the need causes desperation to get more money to survive and be able to eat with that and the fact that in Gotham you have a decent chance of not making it to the next day people will act reckless for money and what they need, therefore supervillains always can find employees in goons." I explain "then you ruthlessly beat the goons and cause them to pay wicked high medical bills or just die because they can't afford it or they just die because you only treat the supervillains as people and give them repeated second chances. Then, by being batman, people afraid of death and being forgotten have something to go against or have people who like the thrill. Since you appeared, crime has multiplied, and so have prices in Gotham. What you do and because you exist more and more, super villains appear, and more and more civilians need to turn to crime to try and make ends meet. You are all a scourge. Mostly you though Mr. Wayne."

They all freeze.

"Shit." Tim says dumb stricken.

"Well they've got you there Bruce." Jason says.

"Not the fucking time Jason!" Dick says.

Damian just stares at me before walking closer and I put my hands up my magic ready to attack but I freeze as he stays 3 feet away.

"I am so sorry, my beloved." Damian says, his smooth voice breaking. "I should've listened.. but why do this."

My eyes flicker briefly "for fun of course!" I say trying to save face.

"Beloved? Where did that necklace come from?" Damian asks cautiously.

"My mirror. My magic mirror. Why?" I ask defensively as the black metal with talon like prongs around a piece of quartz with a black smoke and bright green liquid inside floats a little.

"Talia." The whole batfamily says in realisation.

"Talia who?" I say.

"My mother tried to turn you evil! It's a necklace with a raged soul and part of the Lazarus Pit. It makes you turn your sadness to evil rage." he says furiously

"What?" I ask in disbelief.

"Just let me see it" he says.

I lower the other heroes first and undo the shield encasing all of us together before saying "why." As I back up.

"I just want to see." He says his hands up.

"Fine." I say.

I turn around and unclasp the necklace and hand it to him, but as soon as I do, I freeze. My body drops to the ground. I feel my heart stop beating, I realise what I've done and the pain I caused and I feel my last breath leave my lips with the whisper.

"I'm sorry.."