#love story of all time

[shinynewmemories]

Screaming crying throwing up etc over the fact that D12 weddings involve not only the TOASTING of BREAD but also the SINGING of a SONG. "There's always a traditional song we sing" are you FREAKING kidding me Suzanne?? How am I supposed to be normal about this? Knowing that Peeta's first memory of Katniss had her SINGING a SONG and Katniss' first memory of Peeta had him BURNING BREAD? Aughw maybe I'm losing my mind but what if Suzanne invented the toasting based off of Katniss and Peeta's first moments and not the other way around. What if the entire D12 wedding ceremony was created for the sole purpose of solidifying the idea that Katniss and Peeta have been spiritually married since they were 11. What if it's all always been about them. What then

[dawnsedits]

None of this is your fault. I made a choice. I had to leave. To save you. To save your father.

[billfarrah]

Wille and Simon having so much love and respect for each other that both were individually willing to make a sacrifice for each other and simultaneously not allowing the other person to make that sacrifice for the other out of love and respect is what keeps me up at night.

[angelsdean]

yea sometimes i remember the faithless man fell for an angel and found faith in him and i. yea. i kinda lose it

[quiet-longing]

How Real Rashid and Daniel Molloy Became Friends, a story

Or: How Real Rashid learned to tolerate Daniel Molloy (and even, kind of, sort of not totally hate him, maybe even like it BUT JUST A LITTLE BIT) and became allies with a human, ugh, gross! (But this one's kind of okay; he saved Rashid's sanity a little bit), an unhinged tale of pure fuckery

As we know, Real Rashid is not a fan of humans.  He is done with their shit (I don’t know why and this is not a post to speculate about that).  They are annoying, they interfere with his job, they cause him Great Inconvenience, they insult his martinis, Daniel Molloy.  He is extremely done specifically with Daniel Molloy.

See this face?  This is the face of a man who has thrown his lot in with vampire-kind because he is so over humanity.  He will only endure them for Armand’s (and Louis’s?  Will he endure for Louis himself or will he only endure for Louis if Armand tells him to?  Where do your loyalties lie, Real Rashid?)

What this man does not know is that a human is now about to become his favorite person in the world.  Remember that human he’s entirely and specifically done with?  Daniel Molloy?  This man is about to seriously make Real Rashid reconsider his loyalties.  

Because soon, Daniel Molloy is going to have his memories returned to him and when he does, he will test the limits of Rashid’s patience, his tolerance, his very willingness to endure humans for Armand’s sake.  Because Daniel Molloy is going to rage.  He is going to scream and threaten and throw things at The Vampire Armand.  He is going to call him lots of names and accuse him of lots of things.  (Rashid may or may not already know about these; regardless they are not his business and Daniel Molloy is not his employer and besides that, Rashid is not paid to care about human affairs; there is not enough money in the world…)  Soon, Daniel Molloy will become the worst house guest in the world.  And despite the the dwindling supply of priceless treasures to send careening into walls, loud insistences that Armand is the worst person he’s ever known, that Armand is vile and evil and he wants nothing to do with him ever again, and announcing to everyone, every day, that he is leaving this prison, he never actually leaves.  He will be, in a word, insufferable.  He will make Rashid’s life hell.  He will make Armand miserable. The Vampire Armand will be reduced to begging for entranceoutside this human’s door even though he can simply rip the door off its hinges any time he wants.  It will come to this.  The Vampire Armand begging to be let into a room in his own home.  To explain himself.  The Vampire Armand, a 514 year-old vampire, will beg outside of a locked door in his own home to be allowed to explain himself to a human.  While said human replies with vulgar phrases and deeply personal insults.  This human will make The Vampire Armand cry.  

And worst of all, Rashid - and the rest of the staff - are still expected to provide for this human.  To feed him the very best food, paired with the very best wine.  To replenish his toiletries, to change his sheets, to launder his clothes, to clean up his messes.  To come when he calls.  (Fortunately, Daniel Molloy’s shares a mutual antipathy to Rashid, so Rashid is not often called upon, but the fact that it is impressed upon that he must is a request nearly too much to bear.)  He is to be treated as a most beloved and important guest at the request (request lol) of Armand.  Armand who Rashid saw, and studiously ignored, weeping outside Daniel Molloy’s door and murmuring, “Danny, please…” in a soft, but deeply agonized voice.  

What Rashid does not know because he studiously ignored Armand and made himself very scarce upon witnessing this degradation, is that moments later, Daniel Molloy opened his door.

What will follow - what Rashid will have to witness, what Rashid will be asked to do, what Rashid will be forced to see with his own two eyes and hear with his own two ears - will fundamentally alter the fabric of his being.  Because what follows is this:

The Vampire Armand, after mysteriously being accepted back into this human’s good graces, will become insufferable.  

The Vampire Armand will begin to fuss and fawn over Daniel Molloy.  He will tell Rashid to bring Daniel Molloy a blanket, that he is cold and being cold is bad for his health.  He will order all kinds of strange new foods - extremely health foods and he will develop a certain fascination with the blenders in the kitchen, a place where he never bothered set foot before.  It will alarm the staff.  He will request bizarre concoctions - the staff knows very well what a smoothie is, but whatever Armand is dreaming up is not a smoothie.  He will begin to wake Rashid up at all hours of the night - because everyone will be ordered to immediately switch over to a more human friendly schedule.  Certainly not out of any consideration for the staff now that Louis has gone and Armand need not keep to any specific schedule, but because Daniel Molloy needs his rest.  

So, just as Rashid begins to adjust his circadian rhythm, he is awakened by this

With at least eight health publications in hand.  Armand would like to combine some of these things.  This one to help with stamina, this one for general health, this one for the building and healing of muscle tissue - oh, and they must look into a physical therapy for his boy.  It will do nothing for the shaking, of course, but Daniel really has been neglecting himself.  He’s practically wasting away.  We’ll have to find the very best, obviously, but also someone who will be very careful with his beloved; he won’t have Daniel pushed too hard.  It’s too stressful and stress is bad for him and oh, Rashid, there’s a smoothie here that says it will help lower stress hormones and oh, there’s another article, yes, just right here, about the best foods to eat to help reduce stress - and Danny is so stressed - anyway, what do you think?  Can we just combine all of these into one smoothie?  A super smoothie, if you will?  It’s hard enough to get Danny to drink one - it takes so much work to convince him and by the time Armand is done convincing him, he’s worried that he’s exhausted Danny even more and might have just negated the effects of the smoothie.  Best double the ingredients for that after strenuous activity one.  Just to make up for the convincing.  

Rashid will keep his mind carefully blank, although he’s 90% certain that Armand isn’t even bothering to listen in on his thoughts because he’s so distracted by Daniel Molloy.  Case in point:  mid-explanation as to how very hard he has to work Danny to convince him sometimes, Armand glances up as if he’s heard a noise and disappears, leaving Rashid with a pile of recipes - “recipes” - suggestions - “suggestions” - health magazines, printed articles, medical studies that Rashid is quite certain you have to be a physician to obtain, but this is The Vampire Armand, it’s certainly not the first time he’s produced things he shouldn’t have access to, and a feeling he can’t quite place, but will later recall as horror.  (When one works for vampires, one loses their horror reflex after a time (it’s like a gag reflex, but for horror instead)).  

Rashid will dream of unspeakable things and carefully look at a spot on the wall when making “eye contact” with Armand or Daniel Molloy.  He will repress a shudder any time he is summoned to deliver a “smoothie” to Daniel Molloy, particularly in his bedroom.  Breakfast in bed, Armand will say.  Rashid will attempt to shut off his sense of smell.

But soon, that will not matter.  Because The Vampire Armand will become…obvious in his affections.  Some might say inappropriate.  Instead of the quick, chaste kiss he borne witness to time and again since Daniel Molloy granted his reluctant forgiveness, the kisses will begin to linger.  They will involved tongue.  There will be sounds.  There will be movement.

Once, at the dinner table, Rashid will walk in to find The Vampire Armand seated quite comfortably in Daniel Molloy’s lap, as he drinks from Daniel Molloy.  Loudly.  And…wriggly.  Rashid will refill Daniel Molloy’s wine in silence while never taking his eyes off the bottle and leave quickly.  Armand will not even glance up.

Another time, Rashid will walk into the living room and turn around and walk right about out, mentally scarred and beginning to think his horror reflex may be returning.  He does not want to remember, but he is very certain that just witnessed The Vampire Armand and Daniel Molloy going at it like alley cats in heat on 148 year-old Serapi Carpet.  He refuses to think any more about it.  He is not interested in recalling the finer details of the things he saw.

Now, you may wonder how Real Rashid will come out of this not hating Daniel Molloy even more.  This is what is going to happen.

Daniel Molloy will let a pitiful, crying Armand into his room and they will “resume” their relationship, Armand will be returned to himself.  Rashid will no longer have to see The Vampire Armand debase himself for a human.  In the immediate days following, when Armand will still seemingly be trying to ingratiate himself to the human, Daniel Molloy will tell him to “cut the shit.  I don’t need all that groveling.  It’s weird and I’m not Louis.  I like you condescending and imperious just fine.”  And thus Armand’s spirit will return to his body as if it had only gone for a walk and returned, not a thing out of the ordinary in his manner.  Perhaps, his spirit will seem slightly more pleased with itself, but he is himself again and that is all that really matters.  Everyone will be able to forget the pitiful, mewling thing that inhabited his body for the last several weeks.

After exactly three and half days of what Rashid will think of privately as “indulging” Armand, Daniel Molloy will begin to protest.  Did he ask for a blanket?  Did he say he was cold?  “Stop wasting Rashid’s time; he has better things to do than bring me a blanket.  If I want a fucking blanket, I can get it myself.  Or better yet, you can save us all the trouble and use your weird little vampire powers to summon one.”  Rashid will leave to the sound of Daniel Molloy telling Armand that he didn’t ��give a fuck what his stupid powers are called; you can make shit come to you.  Call it the Summoning Gift.  Make it make sense.”

Rashid will find himself agreeing with Daniel - it would be nice if the Gifts had more accurate descriptions.  

Daniel Molloy will not appreciate the “smoothies.”  He will almost spit one out - on Rashid! - but he will apologize, and turn to glare at The Vampire Armand, “have you been fucking around with the blender again?  Armand, you staying away from blenders was a condition of me taking you back, asshole.”

Naturally, Rashid will not approve of the fact that Daniel Molloy called The Vampire Armand an asshole, but when he thinks about it and thinks about the abuse Armand had exacted on the blenders in the kitchen (two will be broken already) and on the staff’s olfactory senses (blessedly no one will be asked to taste test; this will apparently be reserved for Daniel Molloy alone), he will think that Daniel Molloy might be less stupid than  he had previously estimated him to be.

Daniel Malloy will not appreciate the manner in which he is “convinced” to drink these smoothies.  Well, he will appreciate the “convincing,” but not that it is be used to ply him into consuming The Vampire Armand’s “fucking vile, Armand.  Just disgusting.  Are trying to kill me faster?  These taste like something they’d feed the prisoners at Gitmo.  ...It means it tastes like human rights violations made liquid.”

Daniel Molloy will very much not appreciate “breakfast in bed, lover.”  

Daniel Molloy will give The Vampire Armand the most unimpressed look he has given him yet and ask him if he’s punishing Rashid for something.  “because it’s the only possible reason I can think of that you’d summon him to walk in on this bearing toxic chemicals in a glass.  Sorry, Rashid.  Maybe call someone to dispose of that and ask for one of those decontamination showers.”

As he is leaving (and perhaps considering Daniel Molloy’s advice), he hears Daniel’s voice again, raising in volume:

“Once is an accident, Armand.  Twice is a kink.  What did I say about this shit?  ….”You don’t remember?  Good thing we wrote it down.  Good thing it’s typed up on the computer.  Good thing the laptop is backed up!  Good fucking thing it’s in the cloud!  It’s a binding agreement, you little shit.  You’re not getting out of it!  Do I look like Louis?  I’m immune to your stupid fucking face.”

Rashid will allow himself to consider that The Vampire Armand has always made good use of his soft and innocent-seeming features.  He will recall that while Mr. du Lac seemed to have his every wish granted when he used his own looks, but when The Vampire Armand turned big, teary eyes on him, he did show a certain weakness Armand’s own face.  Daniel Molloy seems to have an advantage here.  Rashid will be slightly impressed.

When Rashid walks into the dining to fill a wine glass and finds The Vampire Armand filling himself with the blood of Daniel Molloy instead while squirming obscenely in his lap, as he beats a hasty retreat, he will pause when he hears a loud thud and Daniel’s bemused voice asking, “What is wrong with you?  Why are you like this?  Do we really need to go over the agreement again?”  Rashid will stifle a smile and mouth a silent ‘thank you’ to Daniel Molloy.

On that awful day that Rashid will realize that his horror reflex is returning after witnessing, well, A Horror he will never be able to speak of, hours later, as Rashid is still attempting to calm himself and unsee the things he saw in the library, he will hear the loud bellow of Daniel’s voice, “WELL, I FUCKING CARE!” and a door slamming - loudly - and begin the mental preparations he will now forever be forced to do when facing either Daniel or The Vampire Armand.  He will turn just as Daniel strides into the library, red-faced and angry, and ask how he can help.

Daniel Molloy will look up startled and then he will immediately look away and refuse to meet Rashid’s eyes.  Rashid will feel no need to meet Daniel’s, so he, too, will avert his gaze.  

“Look,” Daniel will begin, “I’m really sorry.  Armand is a fuckhead and an asshole and he’s probably not paying you enough.  Yeah, you’re definitely not getting paid enough.  I’m gonna make him give you a raise.  A big raise.  And he and I are gonna have a long talk about boundaries,” he stops spitting out his words rapidly to draw out the word long.  

“Listen,” he will start, “I’m gonna find a way to stop him.  I’ve got an idea, but I’m gonna need your help.”

It is at this point that Rashid will damn himself for reassessing Daniel Molloy and fervently wish him to the very depths of whatever fiery hells might exist.  He will feel the darkness closing in around him when -

“- so just keep the staff away from our room - hell, the whole house.  Tell them to take the night off.  Everyone, you, too.  If Armand needs something, he has two working legs and he can fly, float, whatever.  And tell them not to come to our room if Armand thinks at them - god, he’s so fucking insufferable- tell them to only come if I call.  On the intercom.  Like a normal person.  I’m pretty sure I can wrangle him, but if he gets all pissy for the next few days, tell him to go fuck himself,” he pauses. “Well.  Tell him I told you to tell him to go fuck himself.  And make sure you use those exacts words.  Go. Fuck. Yourself.  Really important to be precise with the language, you know?”

Rashid will silently berate himself for being so quick to misjudge Daniel again and most fervently unwish him to any hells and apologize to any gods or beings listening.  He now only wants nice things for Daniel.  No fiery hells, please.  There is a light.  But not the death kind!  There is a real light at the end of his proverbial tunnel.  Daniel is going to end this.  Daniel is going to stop The Vampire Armand!

“Of course, sir,” Rashid will reply.

“Okay, great.  Glad we’re on the same page.”  As he shuffles back out of the room, he pauses and without turning around, so there is absolutely no chance for eye contact, he says, “Stick your bare feet in the rocks.  It helps. It’s calming or some shit.”

And when this trial has passed, Daniel and Rashid will come up with what Daniel calls “a system for when he’s being a special kind of deranged.  Like he’s never interacted a fucking person before.  Like a damn feral cat.”  He will sigh and shake his head.  “I swear to god, Rashid, when I met him, he was not - well, he held me captive for six days and psychically and mentally assaulted me and then edited my memory and dropped me in a fucking drug den - listen, fuck he’s really the worst - “

Rashid, with all his disdain for humans, with his preference to be in presence of vampire-kind, with his strange fondness for The Vampire Armand, will say a little prayer and give Daniel, his favorite human, a fairly okay human, really not very stupid at all, a faint nod and quick look of sympathy, and a tiny, silent agreement in his his, but only a little bit. 

“He had game is what I’m trying to say.  He could be, y’know, charming, sweep you off your feet, that kinda shit.  I mean, he was still weird as fuck, but only at home.  You could take him places!  More like he’d drag you places, but you know, he’d be…normal.  He wouldn’t talk about dick pics - no, sorry, “pictures of our genitalia” in the Apple Store.  Like, where people could hear him.  Christ, I just thought he might like to bully Lestat on TikTok, you know?  Or Instagram.  That crazy fucker has an Instagram, too.  Pretty sure he’s on every social media platform that exists.  Between you and me, I think he’s got an OnlyFans.  This guy has got some kind of praise kink.  Shit, I keep meaning to tell Louis to try that.  He says Lestat’s socials have been great for them, but he’s starting to get kinda irritated with it because Lestat keeps checking his notifications in the middle of sex.  I think if he just starts calling Lestat a good boy and telling him he’s the prettiest princess if he starts to get distracted while they’re fucking, it’ll be problem solved.”

Rashid will sigh and wonder if there are any species who aren’t awful.  But he’ll still be a little fond of Daniel.  And even respect him a little.  He’s the only person - human or vampire - who is completely immune to The Vampire Armand’s big, sad eyes and the little lies he tells, candy sweet and all wrapped up in charm.  His “bullshit”, as Daniel likes to call it.  

And this the story of how Daniel and Rashid united as allies to stop The Vampire Armand.  

Obviously, the last bits are shoutouts to that hysterical @ariaste post about Lestat and solving his attention meth problem with social media and to a comic that I came across when I was browsing the devil’s minion tag, but the only thing I remember about it is that it was hilarious and the premise was taking Armand to the Apple Store in the Emirates and Armand talking loudly about how they could use his new iphone to send “pictures of their genitalia to each other like modern lovers” and Daniel dying a little inside while trailing off in his explanation about all the information on the internet and two older ladies cackling in the corner absolutely delighted and being all “yes you will” or something.  Anyway.  I was dying.  I’m still giggling about it.  

[unstatedmartini]

it's been a whole day and i still can't look directly at the concept that carlos reyes, who loves so deeply and passionately, who took one look at tk strand and said he's the one and has never doubted it since, who has loved him wholeheartedly not only through the ups and downs of their own relationship but through everything life has thrown at them, in the last year has come to know him so much better and love him so much more deeply that he can only believe it's gwyn's love moving through him because nothing else makes sense, how could one person ever feel this much love, how could one heart ever hold this much devotion

[waterloggeddaughter]

Been going on little rants in my head about crimson peak for about a week now so now I need to re-watch it desperately

[wasabi-gumdrop]

local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6

[forthegoodofamerica]

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[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[quiet-longing]

WELL I'M FUCKIN NOT

I’m so normal about this fan edit

[bastardlybonkers]

i feel like not enough ppl are factoring in the cultural clash between laios and shuro and the many micro agressions shuro faced while being in their group. literally the name 'shuro' in itself is one

his name is toshiro 😭 lets also not forget that he has his own communication issues, in the opposite way that laios does- thats literally a factor in their argument, that his envy for laios's ability to express himself sincerely manifested as part of his distaste for him.

ig all this to say like, was their fight heart wrenching, especially when reading laios as autistic? absolutely. anybody whos ever been in laios's position knows how much it hurts to realize someone you thought was your friend doesnt actually like having you around, especially when they didnt tell you and you had no way of knowing due to not understanding their cues. but im begging yall to step back and see the nuance of this situation cause im gonna be real a lot of you are kinda just brushing over it acting like everything is toshiros fault and that hes a terrible person when in reality hes an average guy who really, really clashed with laios and it led to a very long misunderstanding due to their supremely opposite methods of communication. even laios and toshiro, after letting everything out in their fight, were able to come to an understanding and start a foundation for an actual friendship built on better communication

ok yknow what Edit: i shouldve made it even more explicit at the end of this post, i hadnt thought i would need to since i started the post with this, but i think a few too many people are missing my point so i just wanna clarify. i shouldnt have said 'really clashed' and left it at that because yeah they did, but it wasnt just their opposite methods of communication, it is also very much that toshiro was experiencing microaggressions via laios. it may have been unintentional on laios's part, but it still happened and wore him down, made it harder for him to communicate on top of both the more subtle social cues that he was raised with and his own communication difficulties. i also want to say that the fandom reaction to toshiro and the complete ignorance of this point is also racist tbh or at the very least ignorant. i understand that the anime did not cover this panel, and neither did the manga, as this was an omake, but im gonna be real with you guys. there are enough context clues within the story to clue you into this. if you didnt pick up on it thats ok, but i think this is a good lesson in picking up subtext in the stories that youre watching and/or reading. kui shouldnt have to explicitly say 'by the way laios was racist to toshiro' for this point to be understood, and at the very least, when the author portrays a character in a sympathetic light (as kui clearly does) it should make you question Why they are doing so and what makes them sympathetic, rather than youre immediate and only reaction to be 'well i hated what this guy did/said so i hate them and they suck'. idk exactly how to finish this, just. idk. question your biases and gut reactions to things you see in media and stories, and think about whether or not theres subtext that youre missing.

[magicicephoenix]

i finally finished reading I see you, Sundrop! by @shirajellyfish and IT'S SO GOOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO FINISH IT RAAAAAAA

i will be gushing about it in the tags but here's a lil animation i made based on the below paragraph in chapter 6 that gave me such a strong mental image that i had to make it real :)

[ronanlynchbf]

tshirt that says NO LIVE ORGANISM CAN CONTINUE FOR LONG TO EXIST SANELY UNDER CONDITIONS OF ABSOLUTE REALITY

[quiet-longing]

Fellow Devil's Minioners

I have solved the mystery of Rolin and Assad's answers (aside from absolute nonsense trolling, that is) and made them make sense.

To wit:

Armand turned him out of spite?

Make's perfect sense. It was to spite Parkinson's for thinking it was going to be what killed Daniel. If anyone is killing Daniel, it's Armand and it's in a sexy-vampire-marrying way. He called dibs a long time ago.

A pure rage kill?

But of course. Who would not feel pure rage at Parkinson's for daring to try to take his beloved from him? What is a mediocre star to a 514 year-old vampire? What is a human disease? Does Parkinson's truly believe itself to be a match for The Vampire Armand, an immortal who walks in the sun? HA! His blood will obliterate its existence!

See? Now it makes perfect sense. Parkinson's disease said 'I'll be killing the love of your life slowly while you sit there and watch. What are you gonna do about?

Parkinson's disease fucked around and found out.

I made it make sense.

[egophiliac]

was this anyone else's first thought, or