#suffocation by the world's softest beigest pillow

[agirlking]

"Mary's the real villain/Pyramid Head is the real villain/Maria's the real villain/James is the real villain."

Maybe the point of the story isn't to pick out the One True Villain.

[quincybf]

This is boring! You're boring! YOU ARE SO BORING!

[divorceblogger]

1.01 / 1.05 / 1.05 / 2.01 / 2.08 // Interview with the Vampire, Anne Rice

[1taemin]

i know almost everybody got lines haunting them from that infamous loumand fight scene but i am Visually haunted my armand repeating "lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat" because he looks just So Good while saying that

[servuscallidus]

One thing people should point out when explaining the evils of makeup is the amount of time it takes. It takes ages! And I know people that are really proficient at it can put it all on in ten minutes, but that's still ten minutes of your morning routine. A slow breakfast takes ten minutes, ten more minutes in bed take ten minutes, all way healthier things than putting on makeup

[ladycatofwinterfell]

I’m almost done with Merrick and wow. The show really elevated Louis so much when it made him black and gay. He’s a much better character than he is in the books, more captivating and more interesting

[vacueabissi]

I am memorizing the Loumand fight script, I am mentally stable

[jeyneofpoole]

THIS IS BORING! YOU’RE BORING! YOU. ARE SO. BORING! COLORLESS, FLAVORLESS, DULL. DULL. DULL NIGHTS, DULL WEEKS, DULL MONTHS, DULL AS FUCK! SUFFOCATION BY THE WORLDS’ SOFTEST, BEIGEST PILLOW! THE TEN HOURS I SPENT WITH THAT BOY WERE MORE EXCITING. WERE MORE FASCINATING! THAN DECADES WITH YOU! OH THERE IT IS. THE HALF BLANK, HALF APOCALYPTIC LOOK. BUT WHAT DOES IT MEAN TONIGHT, HUH? DO YOU WANNA LICK MY BOOTS? OR CHOP MY HANDS OFF? IS IT THE GREMLIN OR THE GOOD NURSE TONIGHT? HUH? PICKIN’ LINT OFF THE SOFA? OKAY, OKAY. LET’S WAKE THE BOY UP, AND LET’S TRY YOU. I’M THE VAMPIRE ARMAND AND MY DADDY VAMPIRE GROOMED ME INTO A LITTLE BITCH!

[ldpdlfiles]

im so addicted to the loumand fight scene in s2 episode 5 like it hasn’t left my brain since i first watched it. “align it with ursa major louis’ tri-annual FUCK OFF and find me!” “DULL dull dull NIGHTS dull WEEKS dull MONTHS dull as FUCK suffocation by the worlds softest, beigest pillow” (imitating louis) “oh its so hard to be me! its so haaard to kill humans!” (bad armand accent) “i’m the vampire armand and my daddy vampire groomed me into A LITTLE BITCH” “my daughter was my sister was my throw pillow when he wouldnt look at me kindly” “lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat” “i talked shit about him the whole time!” “THE NAME. the name unuttered in our home for TWENTY THREE YEARS. said over and over again till it was pounding in my brain like a hammer” “she didnt love you! not like he did, not like i have.”

[the-uncanny-dag]

The real suffocation by the world's softest beigest pillow is reading all the takes from people trying to do Morality Olympics about a story that entirely hinges on the premise that everything is fucked & everybody sucks

[deterioratingpisces]

“What? What?!” “It’s morning!” “I lost time. Things got a little heated.” “With a boy! Things got heated with a boy. I was at home picking lint off the sofa!” “I said to join us.” “The night’s gone, the room’s soiled and once again, I’m here with mop and mindlessness to clean it up.” “So the room got dirty, so what? I’ll clean it up.” “No, I clean it up! You make the mess and I clean it up! Mark it on the calendar, align it with Ursa Major. Louis’ tri-annual fuck off and find me with apologies to follow.” “I’m sorry.” “You seek comfort in the arms of lowlifes and unfortunates, and broken children, fine.” “Oh, fine! The fine that doesn’t sound like fine.” “But revealing our nature to a reporter you met in a bar ten hours ago? What if it was published?” “I was having some fun!-“ “-You don’t have enough to fear from Paris?-” “-I was in the middle of ending things, when you-“ “-No you’d have been passed out on the floor next to him, Louis! Out on the feet from the drugs you stuffed him with!” “Oh this is boring! You’re boring! You are so boring!” “And here come the drugs.” “Colorless.-” “-Up the fangs, down this road.-” “-Flavorless.-“ “-Into the heart and off with the fingers, feet.-“ “-Dull! Dull! Dull!-“ “-And wallowing brain.-“ “-Dull nights, dull weeks! Dull months, dull as fuck! Suffocation by the world’s softest, beigest pillow. The ten hours I spent with that boy were more exciting, more fascinating, than decades with you! Oh there it is!The half-blank, half-apocalyptic look! But what does it mean tonight, huh? Does he want to lick my boots or chop my hands off? Is it the gremlin or the good nurse tonight? Huh?“ “Okay. Okay, perhaps. But am I as boring as the blather committed onto the ferric tapes of your fascinating boy? ‘Oh, it’s so, so hard to be me.’-” “-Picking lint off the sofa?!-“ “-‘It’s so hard to kill humans. I can feel their feelings as I drain them.’-“ “-You sat on your hands and put your ear to the wind.-” “-‘Everyone I know wrongs me.’” “Okay. Okay, let’s wake the boy up and let’s try you. ‘I’m the vampire Armand and my daddy vampire groomed me into a little bitch.’-“ “-‘My brother tossed himself off a roof!’-“ “-‘the vampires who murdered my daddy‘-“ “-‘my sister buried me alive.’-“ “-‘made me pretend I didn’t have a dick for 240 years.’-“ “-‘My daughter was my sister was my throw pillow. When he wouldn’t look at me kindly. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat.’-“ “I talked shit about him the whole time! So what?!” “The name!! The name! Unuttered in our home for 23 years, said over and over again until it was pounding in my brain like a hammer.” “Our problems aren’t about him.” “And you threw her name around just for cover, but it always circled back to him.” “I loved her.” “But she didn’t love you. Not like he did, not like I have.”

Dialogue excerpt from Interview with the Vampire Season 2, Episode 5. © 2024 AMC Networks.

[cuntylestat]

whenever i hear the word 'boring' now i feel the primal urge to yell 'YOU ARE BORING! YOU are SO boring! colorless! flaaaavorless! dull! dull! dull nights, dull weeks, dull months, dull as FUCK! suffocation by the world's softest, beigest pillow!"

[deadlydelicious]

Ok so we're all pretty clear that Armand has fucked with Louis head, but like….i'm pretty sure he fucked with his personality too.

original New Orleans Louis was this mercurial artsy guy with swagger and a dramatic streak

France Louise was….a mercurial artsy guy with swagger and a depressive streak

San Francisco Louis was…..a mercurial artsy guy with swagger and a destructive streak

and then he makes that comment to Armand about him being the worlds softest beigest most suffocating pillow

and now Dubai Louis is…bland and calm and serene and...beige.

In season one it could be explained away as just a way to show the aging between newborn Louis and 100 year old Louis, but now we've seen him across 4 ages of his life, Dubai sticks out as being out of character for who we know Louis to be. It feels like a really obvious acting choice to tell us that its not just his memories, something about modern Louis is fundamentally not right, he's not himself, he's Louis with the sound turned down and the the colour washed out. Like he's been squished down smaller and tidier and neater to make him easier to control.

He's beige, and i'm 100% Armand has done it all on purpose

[librarygf]

who else is up and thinking about this is boring. you’re BORING. YOU ARE SO BORING. COLOURLESS, flavourless, dull, dull, dull nights, dull weeks, dull months, dull as FUCK. suffocation. by the world’s softest, beigest pillow. the ten hours i spent with that boy were more exciting, more fascinating, than DECADES with YOU

[cthulhum]

ure boring. ure boring YOU ARE SO BORING. COLORLESS FLAVORLESS DULL. DULL. DULL NIGHTS. DULL WEEKS DULL MONTHS. DULL AS FUCK. suffocation by the worlds softest beigest pillow. the 10 hours i spent with that boy were more exciting more fascinating than DECADES WITH U. oh there it is the half blank half apocalyptic look. but what does it mean tonight huh ? does he wanna lick my boots ? orr chop my hands off ? is it the gremlin or the good nurse tonight ? okay. okay perhaps but am i as boring as blather commited onto the ferric tapes of ur FASCINATING BOY? oh its so so hard to be me. PICKING LINT OFF THE SOFA ??! everyone i know wrongs me. okay okay lets wake the boy up and lets try u. im the vampire armand and my daddy vampire groomed me into a LITTLE BITCH. my brother he tossed himself off the roof. my sister she buried me alive. my daughter was my sister was my throw pillow well he wouldnt look at me kindly. lestat lestat lestatlestat lestat LESTAT LESTAT lestat Lestat lestat lestat LESTAT lestat lestat lestat i talked shit about him the whole time so what THE NAME!!! THE NAME!! UNUTTERED IN OUR HOME FOR 23 YEARS SAID OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL IT WAS POUNDING IN MY BRAIN LIKE A HAMMER. our problems arent about him. AND U THREW HER NAME AROUND JUST FOR COVER BUT IT ALWAYS CIRCLED BACK TO HIM. i loved her. BUT SHE DIDNT LOVE U. NOT LIKE HE DID. NOT LIKE I HAVE. i know. i KNOW.

[hypermania]

what? wHaT? it's morning! i lost time. things got a little heated. with a boy. things got heated with a boy. i was at home picking lint off the sofa. i said to join us. the night's gone, the room's soiled, and once again i'm here with mop and mindlessness to clean it up. so the room got dirty so what i'll clean it up. no EYE clean it up! you make the mess and i clean it up. mark it on the calendar, align it with ursa major. louis' tri-annual FUCK OFF and find me with apologies to follow. i'm sOrRy. to seek comfort in the arms of lowlifes and unfortunates and broken children, fine. oh fine. the fine that doesn't sound like fine. but revealing our nature to a reporter you met in a bar ten hours ago? what if it was published? i was having some fun. we don't have enough to fear from paris? i was in the middle of ending things when you– no, you'd have been passed out on the floor next to him, louis. out on your feet from the drugs you stuffed him with. oh this is boring! you're boring. you! are so! boring! and here come the drugs. colorless. up the fangs. flavorless. down the throat. dull. into the heart. dull. and off with fingers, feet, and wallowing brain. dull nights. dull weeks. dull months. dull as FUCK! suffocation by the world's softest beigest pillow. the ten hours i spent with that boy were more exciting, more fascinating than DECADES with you! oh there it iiiiis. the half-blank half-apocalyptic look but what does it mean tonight? huh? does he wanna lick my boots 👅 ooorrr chop my hands off? is it the gremlin or the good nurse tonight? huh? okay. okay, perhaps. but am i as boring as the blather committed onto the ferric tapes of your fAsCiNaTiNg boy? oh it's so, so hard to be me. pIcKiNg LiNt OfF tHe sOfA? it's so hard to kill humans. i can feel their feelings as i drain them. louis the born-again– you sat on your hands and put your ear to the wind. everyone i know wrongs me. okay. okay. let's wake the boy up. and let's try you. i'm the vampire armand and my daddy vampire groomed me into a little bitch. mmmyyy broooother he tossed himself off a roof. the vampires who murdered my daddy made me pretend i didn't have a DICK. my sister she buried me alive. for two-hundred and forty years. my daughter was my sister was my throw pillow. well he wouldn't look at me kindly. lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat. I TALKED SHIT ABOUT HIM THE WHOLE TIME! SO WHAT? THE NAME! THE NAME! UNUTTERED IN OUR HOME FOR TWENTY-THREE YEARS SAID OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL IT WAS POUNDING IN MY brain like a hammer. our problems aren't about him. and you threw her name around just for cover but it always circled back to him. i loved her. but she didn't love you! not like he did. not like i have. i know. I KNOW! yes. i know. thank you for saying it.