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May I finish this dance? If he'll have you, sister.

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My contempt towards a brand is directly proportional to how often they interrupt my playlists.

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Darkness was delirium. I tried to paint alternatives. Lucid what if's. Wear a different suit the night you meet Lestat at the Fair Play. Snatch the piece of candy back from the barber when you're seven years old. Would I have been stronger sooner? Would I have resisted Lestat two decades later? Snatch the candy!

Interview With The Vampire – 2.08: And That's The End Of It. There's Nothing Else

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Michelle Trachtenberg in Mysterious Skin (2004)

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”Sucks what?”

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SAME REID as LESTAT DEL LIONCOURT Interview With The Vampire 2.07

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obsessed with this post. everything about it is just hilarious to me. the anger in the title..

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Take 2, please reblog for spread

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Today I learned that in 2001, a baby Sam Reid starred in SH’LARBA—"a very post-modern dramedy about a Sydney goth, who may or may not be an actual vampire, who moves to Shellcove because of his father’s job. Cue the locals all either falling in love with him, or trying to drive a stake through his heart"—and I am compelled to share baby Sam Reid in eyeliner with you.

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it's Missing Them Monday

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A traffic camera in Montreal

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I'll be honest guys, life without a few little obsessions just isn't worth it

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was math easily your most disliked class in school?

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I spent a lot of time handcuffed and in a cage in high school, for a charity bit the grocery store I worked at would do

the bit was that I was "put in jail for having too big a heart" and customers could donate to my bail to get me out (and the money would go to a children's hospital or something)

now. I was very clearly a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a large cage. and I would honestly tell people that I had been in there for hours. and people would say, that's terrible! that's awful! and I would show them my wrists red from the tight handcuffs, and say but I'm sooooooo close to making bail.

and then they would dump some cash in the basket, I'd thank them, and they'd walk away.

and every so often, one of the managers would come by and collect some of the cash, so I could keep being soooooo close to making bail.

I was very good with this bit. Parents with small kids would pay $5-10 if I told their children I had been placed in jail for not cleaning my room/doing my homework, etc. For people in their 20s, I'd threaten that I was very bad at playing the harmonica, but I WOULD play it and we'd all suffer unless they paid me. and for the most amount of money, older men in suits would almost always pay $20s if I avoided eye contact and stammered a lot.

eventually, the managers started to feel bad because I was in the cage so fucking long and often, that I'd need someone to brace me when I got out because I'd have no feeling in my legs. wobbling like a newborn giraffe.

but I would also rake in at LEAST $100 an hour in charity.

so they were like, hey champ. can we, uh, give you a pillow to sit on. in the cage. would you like a pillow so you're not just sitting on a cold metal slab. can we give you a pillow.

and I had to explain to them that if they gave me a pillow, people would think I was more comfortable, so they wouldn't feel as bad, so I'd bring in less money.

the compromise was that they'd bring me a nice coffee every couple hours, which I would have to try to block with my body from the customers.

all this money went to charity. that's what the money was for. it's what was on the sign. but how much they were willing to pay was very contingent on how comfortable I looked, never mind the fact that I was still a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a cage.

and out of the dozens of shifts I did this on, not ONCE did ANYONE say, hey kid I'm going to go talk to your manager because what the fuck is going on here. they would just drop money in the basket, and I'd thank them and sip from my secret drink.

I actually had people get MAD at me that I told them I was far away from bail, they donated like $15, and then 20 minutes I got let out because my shift ended.

again. the money was for charity. it was on the sign that was very clearly placed on the upper half of my cage.

so yeah. even when people think they mean well. people can be really, really fucking stupid.

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sometimes when my mom gets drunk she goes into Liberated Women Mode, and one time she was real tipsy and while talking about her friend’s divorce, she very earnestly told me and my sister (both adults) that regardless of preference or relationship, she hoped we would both reach a point in our lives where we were having really good sex with really good people. and my sister said, “i do that now except the good people part” and i said, “sex is real?” and my mom didn’t love either of those answers

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He lay now on his back, his eyes staring wildly at the ceiling, the irises dancing from side to side.

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People from outside English speaking countries, did popular characters like mickey mouse, goofy, kermit the frog have another name while growing up?

(In Mexico we called goofy tribilín and kermit rené when I was a kid but not anymore)