never forget that you are deserving of love

Because this is the most Tumblr is getting🧁🫡

Your imagination is good enough right?

Armand and Louis are very twin flame coded to me. I don’t think they’re exactly that but they parallel each other in ways that are so fascinating. Both of them are very uncomfortable with their vampiric existence and spend a long time punishing themselves /restricting their true nature. They try to understand themselves through philosophy, indulge in religiousity and even interact with the human world for a sense of purpose (even though Armand would insist it’s just for cover).

I think that’s part of their obsession with Lestat—Lestat embodies the full embracing of being a vampire AND is joyful about it. It’s a bit harder to clock with a Armand bc he’s been a vampire so long and was still turned young enough that he never really lived a human life BUT he doesn’t really live in his vampiric life either. Louis clocks it at the end of 2x04: his roles have kept him from loving for himself.

That makes their paralleling arc of embracing their full power even more interesting. I think their relationship is really a catalyst for this. They kinda needed each other in order to step into this version of themselves bc with Lestat all both of them did was project their fantasies and fears of vampirism onto him. It was too easy to ‘Lestat Lestat Lestat’ around what embracing their own Lestat-ness would mean.

I also love how this arc of “stepping into your power” isn’t a beautiful process. It’s scary and violent and devastating because they are MONSTERS. It’s aggressively not all love and light. But denying their power is part of the mess they’re in to begin with. If Louis and Armand hadn’t met when they had and Louis could’ve easily become like Armand. He was awakening in Paris not bc of art but bc his internalized fear of himself was being reflected back at him for what it is: a prison. Them staying together ironically perpetuates that both ways.

And to clarify: Lestat is not the blueprint but there’s a reason they’re both so attached to him.

TLDR: Loumand are TWINNING (defamatory)

You wanna know what surprises me but also doesn't?

The fact that in the year of our Lord 2024, people still ship

A 13 year old lil boy and his 1,000 year old demon butler.

Dean wants to pick the bird-bones delicately from Sammy’s spine and stack them all back up into something new, something smeared and stained with his fingerprints all over

listen man I get that like Preston's game mechanics are incredibly annoying. but have you considered that he's incredibly hot???

okay in all seriousness though he has a very compelling story, and in general, the game quest mechanics suck. that ain't the fault of one character. I can elaborate if yall want

stream so gay it got the YouTube phannies calling it foreplay

I love how Percy is genuinely like wtf when Luke says Annabeth - who’s twelve - is head counsellor so he’s under the impression that annabeth is ridiculously powerful when in reality her older cabin mates just wanted to spend their time coming up with ways to hack the government instead of assigning cabin chores

we need to talk about the fact that for many of the posters in season one, they are literally on opposite sides and/or have a dividing line between them

and now they're literally crossed over in some way for the season 2 posters

THEY'RE LITERALLY ON THEIR OWN SIDE NOW, PEOPLE!

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS?

What I love about Jason Todd is that he's angry about his trauma. Life fucked him over and he's rightfully pissed off. We already have "healed from their anger" Dick Grayson and "ignores their emotions" Bruce Wayne. Thank you DC for giving us "hurt and upset and lashing out" Jason Todd.

“how many guys do you have on your roster, huh?”

“including you? four.”

“i’m gonna have you cummin’ on my cock, screamin’ my name and we’ll see if you still want those guys after the fourth time.”

To me, the best embodiment of modern capitalism is in the phrase "please hold, we are experiencing higher than usual call volume". I know it's a lie. You know it's a lie. But you still hear that line every time you call, regardless of the day or time, because it shifts the blame. It tries to prompt you to blame the other callers instead of asking, "Hey, why are they deliberately understaffing their call centers and making it so difficult to get help?" It takes a failing caused by a deliberate, profit-focused management choice, and turns it into a problem with the people using the system, rather than one with the system itself. And that pattern, to me, is the epitome of the modern corporate system.

"the curtains weren't blue on purpose. why should we care?"

my love! let me ask you this - did you eat breakfast today? this tiny moment in your life. just think about it. did you?

for some of you, the answer is yes and for some of you it is technically and for some of you it is does coffee count. some of you reached for cereal or gmo-free overnight oats or frozen waffles or 3-day-old pizza. sometimes we eat the same thing, every day, for weeks. i get tired of eggs randomly, only to go back to craving them desperately. i'm cuban; i take my coffee like my father showed me, very milky and sweet.

some of us ate in a hurry. some of us hate eating breakfast but if we don't we will get nauseous later. some of us took our meds first or took our meds after. some of us have a kitchen 5 feet wide and sometimes it's the biggest room in the house. some of us are confident there will be food in the pantry and some of us flinch and say well, the paycheck is coming. some of us turn on a podcast while we eat or we scroll our phones or write in our diaries.

some of us are choosing, specifically, not to eat breakfast. some of us are too busy. some of us are pretending we "just forgot," but we are ignoring the warning signs that everything feels too-heavy. some of us are so consumed with anxiety or grief that we can't eat. some of us can't stand up long enough to make our coffee. some of us have no table to sit down and eat.

i cannot tell you what an artist "meant" by their choices. but they did have to make a choice, conscious or otherwise, to give you information. to give you a little bit more light. each of these choices are little stars of data; connecting speckles for you to weave through, drawing a line.

you cannot use a mirror in a dark room. for some of us; we will not care that the curtains are blue, because that will just be a data point and not enough light to see by. for some of us, the blue curtains will be the same as our childhood bedroom. it will make us seasick. for some of us, blue will be the color of frostbite. it might look like a pixel up close; but from a distance, oh! the picture blooms.

i cannot tell you what will stick out for you. what will carry meaning. some of you will read the sentence "i didn't have breakfast today" and say "this means nothing." some of you will read that and say "oh, me neither." some of you will say "this means the character is probably a little grouchy." some of you will say "oh, i wonder if they're okay. why didn't they eat anything?" ... art is a mirror. i am holding hands with you, over space and time, and asking you to feel something with me.

i want you to read my work and find a blue pair of curtains. i want you to read my work and find things in it that i never imagined placing. i have no way of knowing what will resonate with you, that's true. and maybe i just was hungry while i wrote this, and thinking about the eggs in my fridge. but if you found meaning, that meaning is yours. it cannot be erased just because i didn't "intend" it. you created a different world by interpreting my work. it's collaborative! that's beautiful! that's stunning!

just! imagine looking at the night sky and saying - it's stupid to have a favorite constellation or a favorite star. they're just there.

because here's the thing - across centuries and cultures, we look up. we still find meaning in the stars. these beautiful, lovely scattered accidents. are you looking? they call. and we look back and say oh! of course we are!

“Velma is a lesbian in this new Scooby Doo”

I don’t know how to tell you this, but she’s been a lesbian in every single Scooby Doo ever made