#madeline's favorites!

[pacipinka]

*taps mic* is this thing on? Yeah okay so every vampire in the vampire chronicles is turned at critical a moment in their lives and beyond just the body they are in when they are turned, their mentality stays at that standstill for their entire immortality, Lestat was turned against his will, he was clinging onto Magnus begging him to be freed, so he’s constantly seeking freedom and only finding loneliness and thus turning back to people again and again, however he can’t STAND being told what to do, since he desires agency in his life so desperately, Armand was turned after years and years of abuse and lack of control but such a desire for genuine love, by a man he ‘loved’ so wholly who he felt was barring his love from him, he needs control in his life, he needs a ‘master’ but he does not desire it, it does not fulfill him, he is trapped in a room but the door is unlocked! Louis was mourning his brother, he felt like an utter failure and so he’s always seeking family, seeking people he can care for, he can coddle, he can prove he is good too, but he loves people who either cannot stand coddeling and need a sense of looseness to live (Lestat) or people who grow out of coddling who prove to Louis he will always fail the people he loves (Claudia), Claudias turning, in many MANY ways mirrors lestats in that it was against her will, she was stolen from her home, and in her immortality she desires freedom but unlike Lestat does not have the agency/ form to get it, she will always be small, she will always be looked down on, even by Lestat who cannot deny how much she is just like him *taps mic* ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!! NONE OF THEM CAN BREAK THE CYCLE!!! TO BREAK IT WOULD BE TO UNDO THE VERY FIBER OF THEIR IMMORTAL SELVES!! THE CYCLE IS THE BLOOD THEY DRINK IT IS THE HEART IN THEIR CHEST AND IT ROLLS AND ROLLS DOWN THE MOUNTAINS AND VALLEYS OF THEIR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER AND IT CAN NEVER BE STOPPED BECAUSE THEY WILL NEVER STOP LOVING EACH OTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!

[brainrotcharacters]

The thing that gets me giddy is the fact that Logan goes from "Do I know you, bub?" to "WADE! You don't have to do this!"

[butterflyosa]

please people stop seeing retellings as an substitute of the original material. thanks.

[garyfiddlesticksdammit]

Maddie !!!!!!!!

yay

[gigizetz]

Little comic based on a dialogue from the book Circe

[dootznbootz]

Hi. I'm cyberbullying a long dead poet because of his shitty fanfic. Enjoy. I'd love it if you joined me.

(Before you get mad at me, yes, I know Eugammon of Cyrene is an important figure and all that. I'm sick with some sort of flu. Let me cyberbully an ancient dead fanfic writer in peace.)

[shvroyism]

She hates men this much and you want me to not stan??? Absolutely not, I’d die for her

[belovedapollo]

guess I do have favorites after all 📚

reblog is ok, don’t repost/use

[forcebookish]

Now BACK OFF! Last chance, Mrs. Westen. Do you really wanna pay for your son’s mistakes? He paid for mine.

[hellonerf]

trust me on this one

[rosalie-starfall]

Madeline Kahn

Saturday Night Live May 8th 1976

[juno-stuffs]

was thinking about tsoa and made a bracelet based off it

[headfullof-ideas]

Ant and Maddie are absolute chaos gremlins when left alone in a room together, which means i love the idea of their friendship. Have some incorrect quotes about it

[livingwiththeinternet]

I had no right to claim him, I knew it. But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.

Madeline Miller, Circe

[meowyjean]

did the favorites trend with my friends, so here's mine <3

if you ask me anything about any of these i might not be able to shut up

[reesoliloquy]

“I learned to braid my hair back, so it would not catch on every twig, and how to tie my skirts at the knee to keep the burrs off. I learned to recognize the different blooming vines and guady roses, to spot the shining dragon flies and coiling snakes. I climbed the peaks where the cypresses speared black into the sky, the clambered down to the orchards and vineyards where purple grapes grew thick as coral. I walked the hills, the buzzing meadows of thyme and lilac and set my footprints across the yellow beaches. I searched out every cove and grotto, found the gentle bays, the harbor safe for ships. I heard the wolves howl, and the frogs cry from their mud. I stroked the glossy brown scorpions who braved me with their tales. Their poison was barely a pinch. I was drunk, as the wine and nectar in my father’s halls never made me. No wonder I had been so slow, I thought. All this while, I have been a weaver without wool, a ship without the sea. Yet now look where I sail.”

-Madeline Miller, Circe

-Painting: Circe by Wright Barker(1889)