the song is soooooo bad, 'i'm piano, you're forte" shitty, shitty lyrics, generic chorus. louis hates it. armand hates it. daniel for sure fucking hates it. i am in love with it. put it on spotify.
i know it's v popular to headcanon louis being a supportive rockstar boyfriend, and believe me I'm part of the problem, but i just can't imagine a world where louis has the energy after that season.
the sheer fact that daniel molloy is going to be brain-dialing louis at the drop of the hat when lestat loses his shit to the sixteenth round of mania. "louis help your boyfriend ate the PA" "louis how do i get him to stop crying" "louis he's covered in glitter and guts and sobbing your name, HELP ME MY MAN"
louis is gonna turn his vampire hearing aid off and knit a fucking sweater. he is so tired, and he needs a goddamn nap.
the vampire lestat dropped his single a DAY ago and his stans are already having beef with swifties… 🖐️💀 guys chill you’re both having mental breakdowns to shitty lyrics, literally nobody else gives a fuck
i was gonna make a post saying the music at 2:01 sounded like the nuptial march but i listened to it again and i'm pretty sure this is the goddamn french national hymn. what the fuck.
looking at outfits in the new trailer compared to the flashback scene from s1 and this isn’t definitive but to me, the collar on the shirt looks the same as his innermost layer that he’s wearing at the bar (a brown jacket, green shirt with the collar outside the jacket collar and a black inner layer with a similar neckline and collar that i can sort of see.)
and for daniel the jacket may seem a little lighter but it’s leather and i think that is wholly from the lighting. i thought at first maybe it was a different night but after checking the outfits they could certainly be the same. only difference is armand has shed his outer layers and his hair is very mussed
Ele ficou comigo porque precisava. Para ele, era a única forma de continuar existindo, e, para a morte, ele jamais tivera coragem, e nunca terá.
Então ele resistiu após a perda de Claudia, assim como eu resistira aos séculos das masmorras e aos anos dos espetáculos de teatro barato, mas acabou aprendendo a ficar só.
Louis, meu companheiro, secou por livre e espontânea vontade, como uma linda rosa desidratada habilmente com areia para conservar as proporções, não, para conservar até o perfume e a cor. Apesar de todo o sangue que bebeu, ele próprio secou, ficou sem coração, um estranho para si mesmo e para mim.
Compreendo muito bem os limites de meu espírito deformado, ele me esqueceu antes de me dispensar, mas eu também aprendera com ele.
Durante um breve período, assombrado e confuso com o mundo, eu também prossegui sozinho - talvez pela primeira vez sozinho de verdade.