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Finally watched season 2, and move over black sails, AMC's interview with the vampire is now my favorite tv show of all time. the thing I'm most obsessed with is what this show has to say about truth -- ofc this is Unreliable Narrator: The Show, but there's so many *reasons* that Louis is unreliable - not just actual memory fuckage and evidence tampering (thanks Armand) but also the normal fallibility of memory, the fact that he has an agenda, his lack of understanding or perspective, the way he lies to himself, the way he lies to others, and the emotions that drive him to do so. And there's this fascinating tension because you can tell that he really is *trying*, that he *cares* about getting it right, about telling the true story. He latches onto what strikes him as real and true when it's revealed, even when it hurts, even when it makes him look bad. But even so, there's only so much you can trust him, because just like every other person, what he remembers or experiences can never be the full picture, or objective reality - just a valued part of it.
And the series also does a great job showing how this inability to grasp or communicate the complete truth about ourselves and our own lives applies to everyone else in the show as well -- to Daniel, to Armand. But my favorite moment of all was in season 2, when Louis remembered that he watched Claudia have a nightmare, when she had written in her diaries (and Louis believed) that she didn't dream. Until this point in the story the audience is more or less trained to accept Claudia's words via her diary over Louis', to treat them as somehow more truthful. But this beautifully calls that into question: "just because she wrote it down doesn't mean it's true." Even if it was her private record, her perspective is as flawed as anyone's. And where does that leave us?
God, I love this show. Can't wait for season 3 when we see Lestat's turn at being our unreliable narrator.
#iwtv#interview with the vampire#plus this show just ticks so many boxes#but yeah how there are no easy answers#no truth that can't be doubted or misunderstood#it's very good
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Kudzu Engulfs Everything in Its Path in Zac Henderson’s ‘Palimpsest’
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hello I have garbage brain. I am sure I have been following you for many years. what was your pfp before luigi mario? I wish to connect you in my mind to your past incarnation
Hello! I've had a few - I don't remember them all but most recently it was a photo of some white peonies around my old home

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sibling relationships are so strange... like i love you. you will never understand me in a way that matters. we are the same person in drastically different ways. we are sewn together. we don't talk. we are attached at the hip. you wish i was never born. can i call you. let's eat together. i forgive you. etc
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One of my favorite hoaxes was in early 1962. There was a musical that debuted in 1961 called Subways are for Sleeping that was doing very poorly. For bizarre reasons (ads were banned in the New York subway system lest people take it as permission to sleep there) and normal (the reviews were poor).
But in 1962 an ad came out full of effusive praise from every prominent theater critic in New York. Every single one. From the Times to the Post, all of the famous theater critics in New York LOVED Subways Are For Sleeping

Except...
One of the papers paid to run this ad noticed something...off. Namely, that he knew Richard Watts the theater critic and he wasn't African-American.
It turns out that the producer of the musical had found seven New Yorkers with the same names as the seven biggest theater critics in New York, since while he couldn't lie and say they liked it, but he could pay for *a* John Chapman or *a* Robert Coleman to see the musical and quote them next to their photo truthfully, bc how many people even knew what the leading theater critics in NYC looked like?
Turns out the producer had wanted to do this for ages, but had to wait for the NYT's critic to retire bc he couldn't find anyone with the same name. Anyway it worked: it went from being about to close, to running another couple hundred shows and winning a Tony
Here's the main source for this, btw
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i hate seeing people now making fun of those who care about privacy online. i've seen people saying things like "well they already have your data. what are companies going to do with it" and it's like, that's not the point. it's that companies /shouldn't/ be able to have my data and sell it. am i aware they probably already have my data? yes, absolutely. but i'm still going to try and keep them from monetizing it any further, why are we defending companies selling data they shouldn't have to begin with though?
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crystal ball search weird amulet
crystal ball search weird amulet that gives you sexy dreams
crystal ball search dark lord sealed away five hundred years ago
crystal ball search courtship practices from five hundred years ago
crystal ball search sexy armor on sale near me under 89 gold
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Cursed to be stuck inside this ancient amulet for years but you know I was kind of getting used to it. The solitude had eaten away just enough of my sanity that I'm pretty sure it only would've been a few more days before I started hallucinating some really neat shit.
But then. THEN. This fuckass twink descendant of my mortal enemies picks up my amulet. Takes right out of the sacred chamber. I guess it was finally a ruin now? Worse timing possible, too late to stop me going insane and right before the insanity could pay off.
So some clueless idiot is actually wearing me for the first time in centuries. I'm gonna wreck this dude's shit, I don't care if he is weirdly nice and kind of pretty in the face department. The second I accumulate enough power I'm breaking out of here and making him regret being born.
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‘Quiver’ Surveys Twenty Years of Striking Feather Sculptures by Kate MccGwire
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We out here, stridulating off key
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simply unbelievable eggplant my mother grew
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#my pocket notebook is already my emotional support#it's what I use to remember things and plan lmao
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it's been a while since i read the manga but latest ep just reminded me of how the typical village talk affected yoshiki. people putting their nose where they shouldn't and such...
#tshd#the summer hikaru died#yoshiki is so relatable to me it hurts#the thing I hate the MOST in small towns#is the total lack of privacy. people who have no right knowing anything about you gossiping about your life and making comments#damn I even grew out my bangs over my eyes like that when I was a teen 😂😂😂
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Skeleton Panda Sea Tunicate Appreciation Post!!! 💀 🐼 🌊





Clavelina ossipandae, the skeleton panda sea tunicate is a species of colonial ascidian, also known as sea tunicates, a group of sessile, marine filter-feeding invertebrates. Just some funky little guys!
First discovered near Kume Island in Japan by local divers, pictures of the animal attracted media attention in 2017. But they weren't given their formal taxonomic description until 2024
Love to sea it 🌊
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rule number one don't tell anyone anything ever
#none of your business: my business model#keep it casual keep it light#keep the heavy shit locked up tight
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