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amc-iwtv · 9 months

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Sucker Punch Fic Live Blog #2

“He’s just some guy,” Louis disagrees. Lestat is still recovering from this burn to this day!

“I just want to try out another date all on my own terms. No disasters. And I want some Italian tonight.” Who is going to tell him Lestat is half-Italian?

“A blonde roast,” Daniel says for a second time, setting the espresso down upon the still nicely shined mahogany counter. “Blonde, Louis? What inspired it?” Daniel was thinking what I was thinking.

Workaholic Louis is special to me like no other. A Louis that shoulders the burdens of the world and his family is the most Louis to ever Louis.

Louis's temper flared up. I like to see the characterization of Louis that brings up how hot-headed he can be when he's overwhelmed.

“Both,” Louis croaks out. “I want to be normal, too, Daniel. I want to have a career. I want to have a life. This doesn’t mean I believe that this thing with Lestat is going anywhere, because I really don’t believe it, but it’s a way to prove to myself and to everyone else that I’m capable of at least trying.” Stop making me feel!

George scoffs, waving his hand at Louis. “Nonsense, son! Your daily special creation is what I look forward to each morning! It gives me a reason to get these old bones walking around.” I love old sweet regulars!

Her memory lives on in their community, but no one is really aware of the sort of woman his mother was behind the closed doors of their home. Louis has mommy trauma on par with my own. Don't worry Louis,

"A date? Daniel, you don’t go on a date that close to midnight. That’s a hook up.” Daniel being a slutty mess with horrible taste in men is a headcanon I didn't know I need.

“You need to get laid,” Daniel says very seriously. “It will literally cure so many of your problems, Louis.” Daniel dispensing wisdom this fandom needs to hear.

"On my way. I will arrive in about twenty-five minutes if traffic is not too busy!" If Lestat is late again, I'll beat his ass myself. I hate dates who are late! It's so disrespectful! It makes me crazy. I married a woman that is an hour early to everything for a reason!

“Ah, Bella Napoli!” Lestat interrupts merrily. Lestat come out as half-italian and Louis will fuck you, I promise.

Louis is reminded of a golden retriever, wanting a treat for good behavior. I love references to Lestat being a dog! Either positively or an insult.

He actually sings the words out to Louis. Louis is lost in the sauce.

Whoa, whoa, we split the check,” Louis instantly demands. LOUIS DID YOUR MOTHER NOT RAISE YOU RIGHT! Letting pompous rich white men handle the check is how you get back reparations on the low.

“I collect first editions and rare copies of books,” Lestat says. THIS IS HOW LETAT CAN STILL WIN!

“I’d love to see,” he mumbles. Going home with a guy on the second date? Louis you SLUT! You have to wait five dates!

Reciting poetry? My HEART!

ON THE SECOND DATE?????

“Don’t fucking good morning me,” Louis growls. I love when characters make assumptions and act rashly and then look a fool!

“You are right, that I am married,” he murmurs. “That man in the photo? Nicolas? He is my partner. He is my love.” I CAN'T BELIEVE FRENCHIE DID THIS! This is why:

@thefairylights It has been way too long since my last review. It is so fun to reread this fic. Again, great characterization of Louis and his motivations. It is so romantic and so sexy, I love a dream date that has a character floating on air. I find geeking over books and reciting poetry so sexy, and I could feel the passion in that sensual scene. Thank you so much! 10/10.

#louis de pointe du black #amc iwtv #loustat #interview with the vampire #iwtv #lestat de lioncourt #amc interview with the vampire #louis de pointe du lac

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neganium · 8 months

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While I can sort of understand where they're coming from with the whole "don't start early" thing, I don't really think that it's unfair, and I think that there's a misunderstanding as to why some people do that (or at least try to do that) in the first place. Like, for myself, specifically, I have a hard time completing the tasks at all; I did very poorly in this year's Summer Night Carnival, tho there's a lot less pressure in that event than there is in this one. Plus, Goatlings is hardly the only place running Halloween events in the first place, so some of us are juggling multiple tasks at once. One could say to just opt out for a year; but if I did that, I wouldn't be able to acquire the limited edition loot, bc I don't have money to spend on the Diamond Dust shop (and even if I did, my mother would kill me for wasting money on what accounts to crappy little gacha prizes). I hate missing out on things due to the illusion of choice, you know.

It's not like we can really start early, anyways, bc they change events up from year to year (probably specifically to curtail this "unfair advantage" in the first place); it's a little bit impossible, unless, particularly for the usual photo contest, you just so happen to have a picture taken by yourself, within the acceptable time period, that fits with one of the changing themes of the year.

idk it's just a lil bit rough is all I'm saying. I get that it's meant to be for fun but some of us are motivated by different things entirely. But to each their own; it's not like we technically can do that in the first place, and there's not a lot of time to do it in, either, so the point would be kind of moot.

I wonder if I can open comms again in time to buy some of the physical merch they're apparently selling this year, tho. I'm kind of hoping they'll add retroactive merch for the mascots/teams from years past, too; I'd love a Sweet Demon or Lovepire sticker, or something.

#Goatlings #don't mind me I'm kind of just bellyaching about stupid crap again lol

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miumoou · 3 years

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My Life In a Nutshell ~ Chapter 1

Dazai X Reader 💞

It was a usual morning.

I woke up and attended my 3D modelling class. It was 9am and I almost fell asleep as I was waiting for my turn to speak up. As much as I loved to 3D model this class felt like I was imprisoned by expensive high quality bars of iron. It was a fancy experience where I lost my freedom. All of a sudden I heard my name "[Y/N]! Are you even listening to me? You'll never pass like this!" My face turned into a pale soulless expression as I watched my teacher speak such words. I showed him what I had done and rushed back to my bed grabbing on tightly to anything that I could grab onto like my pastel blue dinosaur plush Coco, my pillow and my messy blanket.

"I don't want to feel like this but I just can't stop...no matter what I I could never satisfy anyone...if only...just only I could escape..."

I gently reach out for my phone and search 'Dazai Clips'on YouTube. My mouth line curves upwards as I see his brown soft hair, those immersing eyes and those bandaged arms which love to wave around. Then suddenly a clip of him singing his favourite song turns on. I laugh as my friends pass by my room. I hear my friend shout out "What's so funny at 10am [Y/N]?"... I put my hand near my mouth "Oh its nothing it's just....it's just my favourite boy from my favourite anime" I continue smiling up until the point where I hear my friend say "Oh haha of course... well I'm off to see my boyfriend at his place see ya!"...My mouth line all of a sudden became straight as my heart sunk just a little bit. "Yeah have a good time" I smiled but really I'm lonely. I've been trying to find someone for me but it never turned out well. Once I liked this guy who was rather similar to me. Whenever our eyes would meet time would freeze and I know I know that sound's cliché but for real it was like that. It was not a fantasy but a reality up until everything went wrong. I miss him but I know that he would be here if he loved me the way I loved him.

Now I just sit around here trying to distract myself with anything that I can. I've got several hobbies. I love to draw. Animals, characters, anything really it just makes me happy. I've even managed to create a whole world filled with characters with my friend. And I must say my character Ace is one heck of a man haha. I also adore fashion. Like putting together outfits from the clothes I own its so fun! I would recommend it to anyone who would love to try it! Photography is great too. I often go out for walks at the beach to capture moments to show to my parents later. I just love seeing their genuine smiling faces as they look through the photos. It fills me with a warm feeling inside where I feel like I can do anything at the moment that's how happy I get. My parents are the ones who have been here for me since forever and it breaks my heart how they have to see me in that state where I feel like I shouldn't be in this world... They've done so much to keep me happy and yet I easily go back into that state.

Finally I also simply love listening to music and editing music videos. Music makes me makes me feel strong and motivated. I also often feel like a protagonist from some anime but... music also played a big role in my previous love story and all I can say is that it definitely made me fall harder.

*Ping*

Hmm? Who would be awake at this time? 'My maths teacher is actually a wet towel like he just gave me an assignment to get done in two days...in two days what is this?? Who does he think he is?' Oh haha I know exactly who it is. It's my best friend Carys. I laugh a little but I try to act serious as I reply 'Damn what the heck why! *insert angry emoji*. Then I receive another *ping* it's from Nicole...of course it's a voice message. I normally hate receiving voice messages because it takes so long to listen to them but despite what I say it does cheer me up. It's just that...hearing her reaction is so funny to me it's like listening to my favourite YouTuber. *ping* Carys sent a voice message back. As I lie on my soft bed I listen to their voice messages. They are both funny to listen to. This is what I needed to hear my friends.

I've always tried to find friends like these. I've been in several friendship groups but none of them made me this happy during an early morning.

We have Carys who is actually such a sassy queen at times and I love that about her like her lines are all so iconic. I remember in college I couldn't stop using her lines haha. She is also such a kind soul like as soon as I feel like the world is collapsing in front of my eyes she sends me such sweet message like if someone were to walk into my room whilst I read them they would just see me both laughing and crying as she often inserts a few of our inside jokes here and there. Haha even thinking about it makes me happy so happy.

And then we have Nicole who I originally met on Instagram. She is so funny and I love hearing stories about her life as she is such an exciting person and yet she still doesn't believe me! She has been here with me through my mistakes and more and she is the same friend whom I made a world of characters with like imagine having a friend who you can make a whole world with?

These two have kept me going and smiling and I couldn't ask for better friends. If I ever lose them I don't know what I would do. I would be crashed they are way too precious to me.

#dazai x reader #dazai #bsd #bungo #bungostraydogs #dazaiosamu #doublesuicide #romance #novel #story #fiction #bunguostraydogs #osamidazai #ranpo #chuuya #sweet #sad #lonely #suicidal

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therealdanadistortion · 6 years

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We Don't Need No Education, or, Why I Believe Failure is the Main Ingredient in the Recipe for Success

I was a horrible student my entire youth and teen years. I refused to sit in a classroom or even attend class most of the time. I was rude to my teachers, restless in class, and I just didn't want to be there. By the time I was twelve, I got kicked out of my first school (for bad behavior—what else?). By fifteen, I was kicked out of the second.

It wasn't that I didn't want to learn; quite the opposite, I was a very curious kid. But I couldn't deal with the dictatorial system by which the school operated. Though I do understand why the world and especially kids need discipline, for me, it was just too much to take. All I wanted to do was go home, listen to music, and escape into the world inside my head. Or hang out with my friends. I didn’t want to be forced to do what I didn't want to do, or to be told what I needed, or how I should think, and I definitely did not want be graded for being smart or stupid.

School was a joke to me; I didn’t want anything to do with it. Many times I begged my parents to let me drop out of school, but my dad said, Dana, we don't ask you for much, we let you be who you are and most of the time we let you do what you want, but please, for mom and I, just finish school.

As a kid I don't remember ever complaining to my parents about being bored. There was a full, rich world that existed in my head, and I was often confused of what was fantasy and what was reality. In my early youth, I used to tell the kids in my class stories about stuff that never really happened. The stuff in my head maybe didn't happen, but I believed it did. I really wanted those wonderful stories to be true. Kids in class just thought I was a liar. I wasn't a liar, I just preferred to live in a better place where no one could hurt me, a world where I could fly instead of walk, a world where Barbie dolls were real humans and became your best friend. A world where the music was free (yes, that sort of turned true with the birth of broadband and Spotify). A world where I didn't have to sit in a classroom with thirty other kids who smelled bad or made annoying noises. A world where I wasn't being forced to listen to hours and hours of boring lectures.

I was very against the educational system, to say the least. The fact that I had to listen to one person, whether I agreed with them or not, and do what they told me, just didn't sit well with me.

As a consequence, I failed most classes except the creative ones (shocker). I was miserably sent home time after time, or had to deal with the principal calling my parents saying that if I didn’t change my attitude, I would no longer be permitted to come back to school. Which was exactly what I wanted (my parents however, not so much...). Failure is what I succeeded at when it came to school.

After being professionally diagnosed with severe ADD (they finally found a medical name for being a punk), I was sent to a special school. A school with other kids like me. Kids who wanted to listen to music and make things and explore the world on their own, in their own way.

My parents were always good to me—they just got me. I have always felt like they’re proud that I was different. They saw a little bit of them in me. They gave me freedom, they let me dye my hair crazy colors and wear red fluffy coats (even my fashion sense was a head of its time). They let me go to music clubs and listen to my favorite bands and travel to music festivals even though they knew the kids there were much older than me. They trusted me, and let me fail. I believe that's a huge reason why I trust myself so much to this very day. Even if I'm not confident about my path, I keep going, knowing that everything will be okay. I will make it okay.

As I grew up, I learned how to separate my dream world from the real world. But I never stopped escaping to that world inside my head. I realized that people could not go in there and see what I see, even if I tried to explain it to them. Eventually, I learned how to bring that world from inside my head to the outside world and share it with whomever wanted to listen. Whether it was through my photography, my writing, or starting my own clothing line, I realized that the options are endless.

I don't always share my inner world with others. Sometimes I go there by myself, through music, films, crafting, editing photos in my studio for hours and hours, or designing clothes. But I do spend a great deal of my head time learning new things.

It turns out the kid who never liked to study is now wanting to learn new things all the time. I take classes, watch hours and hours of tutorials on pretty much everything, and read books. I do it at my own pace, with no one telling me what or how to learn, or yelling at me that I’m a failure. And I couldn’t be more grateful. l realize I am very lucky to live in an era where information is available so easily and mostly for free.

People always ask me which photography school I went to. Well, I didn't go to photography school. When I realized that's what my passion was, I grabbed the camera I had (not a very good one), and just started taking photos. Though I came from a film background, photography was a whole new fascinating and complicated world I knew nothing about. It wasn't easy for me. I wanted to be great at it right away. But time has taught me that the cliché “easy come, easy go” is relevant to most things in our lives. I was hungry to learn about photography, and I gave it my all. And when I say my all, I mean MY ALL.

For nine years, music photography was my entire world. No matter how sick I felt, or how unmotivated I was, I shot 4-6 shows a week. Sometimes more, sometimes two shows a night. I shot 10-15 festivals a year, I traveled and toured and didn't stop for anything or anyone. Music photography was my heart and soul, and I learned in nine years what I wasn’t able to in thirty. I met some incredible people along the way, and I created an archive of photos that I couldn’t be more proud of. I had bad days and good days, energetic days and nights of no sleep. I worked hard, yet still got turned down by lots of people.

Getting turned down or not feeling successful or loved is never a good feeling, but I always think to myself what would've happened if I didn't keep on going. If I didn't trust myself, face my failures, and just keep my engine running over the tough roads. Where would I be now If I didn't keep on taking blank shots on my camera over and over and OVER again until I finally learned to get it right. There were many sleepless, panic-filled nights before shooting bands I really loved when I still wasn’t sure what I was doing. I just kept pushing through all the doubt with more and more hard work.

With practice, motivation, and patience, and yes, failure, I can now say with a big smile that the camera is my bitch. I know how to work it and get exactly what I want from it. Now that I can work the damn thing, I can let my inner creativity really shine and come out. I can explore and create new things without worry. I can try out new photography tricks, and I try new things a lot. Even with a limited amount of space and time, I now just really enjoy being a photographer. I have the confidence that comes with time and practice.

I never was taught how to edit photos; I taught myself. Slowly I learned Photoshop, then Lightroom. I trusted myself along the way as I developed my own look, feel, and style. A style I knew was mine. I don't believe in photography editing plug-ins. If I see another photographer using the “retro haze” pre-made plug-in, or a photographer overusing that celerity button without caring that it makes 20 year-olds look like they're 80, I will scream. Photography editing software plug-ins are meant for novice or hobby photographers. Professional photographers using plug-ins are being lazy—period. Plug-ins are for people who don't trust their own skills and don't believe they can be true artists. Just as a photographer would never let someone else take a photo for them, why would they let someone else edit their photos?? Taking photos is only 50 percent of being a photographer. Editing and styling is probably the bulk of the work for most photographers.

I guess what I’m saying is that I feel like some people are afraid of being who they are. Being afraid of failure is one thing, but if it wasn't for our failures, how would we become who we are?

Failure should push one to work harder. And I believe in hard work more than I believe in most things in this world. Working hard comes naturally to me, but it’s also my motto and my true way of life. Learning, getting better, being truly proud of yourself without having to rely on someone else's opinion can absolutely protect you against failure. When I feel like I failed at something, I get sad and hard on myself and take a moment to process that feeling, but then I jump right back in and move on to the next adventure….taking what I've learned from my mistakes with me along for the ride.

I always try to be honest about my failures and mistakes. Lying to myself about it is useless. I know deep inside when I did good or not. I strive to learn, I strive to get better. I strive to never give up on myself.

We can be great at whatever we put our minds to. I truly believe that. If we stop caring so much about what other people tell us to do, or how we should be, greatness can happen. If we stay focused on things we love and stop wasting time on things we hate, that’s our chance at greatness. And if we don't reach that highest peak, it doesn't mean that we failed. It just means that maybe it’s time to take a different path or a different turn.

I think that we don't always need to find the way. We sometimes need to let the way find us.

All we’ve got to do is let go, look, and listen.

So after running around for nine years giving photography everything I had, I have now decided to shift my energy to making things I love. I'm not saying I'm totally quitting, as I'm not a quitter. I also don't believe in making dramatic statements of finality. After all, music photography is and always will be my biggest passion other than music itself. But it's time for me to slow down, and and I've been shifting my focus to other things that make me happy.

I decided to open my own business, creating my own brand. It's called Distortion Unplugged, and it’s a tribute to things I love. It's inspired by music, photography, song lyrics, written words, quotes, visuals, and even films.

I'm truly in love with every single piece that I make. I’m proud of it and proud of myself. I'm proud that I never shut down the ideas and passions I had always welcomed, in spite of mistakes along the way. I never stopped encouraging myself to keep going, even in the hardest times where I felt I failed or felt unattractive or unsuccessful. I'm proud that I made myself be honest about how I felt and said what I wanted to say even when it wasn't always right. Even when no one was listening. Even if I wasn't good enough (yet) at what I was doing.

This is a great time in my life. My biggest passion remains learning and becoming great at things I never thought I could know or want to do. Creating fashion, mastering the kitchen, becoming kickass at SoulCycle, slowly getting back into writing after many years of silence. The things I want to learn are impossible to count. But I truly believe we all have the capacity to do it all. And that failure is not always failure. Sometimes, it's just a little obstacle on the road. Turn around, take a break, put things in perspective, and get back on the road. Never stop believing that one day you'll get to your destination, or who knows? Maybe a destination will find you by chance.

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