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s1ater · 10 months

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god, forgive me.

part three of n/a.

ricky rocks. i always forget to update this story even though it's my favorite plot tbh

kathaholics 🦵

finn guess who we just fucking found

sab god himself?

josh we were a little more luckier than that

enya luckier than god?

enya can't wait to hear this

josh the bitch who lit stacy on fire

finn she's coming to smoke with us

sab oh great, another deadbeat to add to our group

josh how could you say that, chicago is a national treasure

josh she did what no one else could do

sab josh, she basically committed arson

finn no, we weren't lucky enough for that

finn more like, third degree burns

josh arson would be like if stacy had just completely disintegrated

josh which sadly did not even come close to happening

"these two jackasses would get themselves expelled if they ever talk like this in public."

"what do you mean?" enya snorts, "they talk like this all the time in public. neither of them have a filtered thought to save them."

louis watches the continuation string of messages between finn and josh dogging on stacy golifolk feed through his screen within their groupchat to no end. he lied in the back of their rec room on an old dusty chair while sabrina and enya continued to discuss how stupid their two friends were.

"louis, you ready to go soon?"

louis perked his head up to sabrina's inquiry, finding both of them looking at him now.

"what?"

"the graveyard," she nodded, "ditching school... remember?"

louis dips his head back as if suddenly being hit with recollection, “oh yeah, uh… no.”

“no?” sabrina is on her knees know, hanging off the back of the couch as she looks at him in surprisal.

“yeah, you seemed to have heard me correctly.”

“okay, no need to be rude about it, blockhead,” enya barges in, looking widely distasteful to his disinterest. “you’re the one who wanted to go.”

“and now i don’t.”

enya rolls her eyes before mumbling, “fucking cunt,” then turning back around to sit normally on the orange couch both her and sab were on. sab still watched him, more with confusion than annoyance that enya was hunkering.

“what’s up with you?”

kathaholics 🦵

josh yo, wtm

josh i got my bag and we already hopped the fence, so the rest of you fuckers better be on the way

sab looks up from her phone as he still scanned josh's messages, “so, you going or not?”

louis feels a strain of annoyance in his chest and a flash of heat flare upon his face; anger. for some reason, he felt a large amount of annoyance and irritation with sabrina still talking to him even after his rejection. he felt this a lot lately, and not just with sabrina, but right now she was putting the cherry on top of increasing his bad mood.

“fuck off, sabrina.”

“do you fuckers have no sense of time?”

“relax fuck face, you act like your mental watch is so good.”

“when weed’s involved, it’s immaculate.”

enya gave a hefty sigh before swinging her bag onto her designated seat. she then looked up, analyzing the three sets of red eyes before her, she smirks, “well, well, well, if it isn’t the woman of the hour.”

“my fellow candle stick holder.”

sabrina rolls her eyes as you and enya lean toward one another to shake hands, and you’re just beaming with a thin pressed smile of amusement. she couldn’t believe this was happening.

“ladies, take a seat. you know where you belong,” josh extends his arms out to the dusty old cushions that filled the area across from him

the graveyard was an old abandoned boys school from the 1950s that was never tore down, but rather left for catholic delinquents to discover and deem as there smoke spot. the five of them currently sat in a rusty old school bus that was cleared of most its seats and replaced with scruffy old couch cushions, bean bags, and really anything to provide comfort.

you were beyond amazed at the craftsmanship when your two new friends pulled you into what was the perfect smoke spot. your urge to spark up had increased immediately upon the sight, cutting your tour short and landing all three of you on the couch shoved all the way to the back.

“aye, where is louis at?”

“his cunt ass decided he didn’t want to come,” the sour tone of enya's voice suddenly covered every part of the bus, making everyone look up to her.

you were quick to catch onto the look josh and finn share over you despite being in your high state. her tone was very sobering and somehow you felt ten times more aware of everything all because of her clear distaste for this louis boy.

“fuck, why is that?”

“fuck if i know, louis has a fuckin’ stick up his ass lately.”

“isn’t that right.”

“sorry, who are we talking about?” your face screws up while you pass on the blunt you had to finn, looking between each of them subtly.

“louis partridge,” finn inhales “brown hair, brown eyes, and apparently a recent stick inputted into his ass.”

“such a clear decipher, almost like you didn’t just describe every walking fuck in our school,” enya rolls her eyes at finn and the vague features he offered, then looking to you. "he's the same year as us, was going to be top boy."

her provided information wasn't anymore of a help either.

"what?" however, a burst of energy seized through the group upon the relevance of it.

"lou was going to be top boy?" sabrina's posture was pulled straight as the rest of them, looking for clarification from enya--all she does is shrug.

"no wonder louis has been such a prick lately. he has to start fulfilling the roll," finn chuckles to himself, slowly starting to slouch back down. "too good for us."

"hey, whatever man, good for him," josh lightly taps finn, "maybe we'll finally get coed bathrooms and cig breaks like we've been petitioning for since first year sense we know someone on the board now."

"you guys are disgusting," enya rolls her eyes.

"what, you think they won't go for the dart breaks between class?"

you think enya's eyes are about to fall out of her head by the amount of eye rolls she's had in the past five minutes. you suppress your snicker as she looks at them with a dead stare.

"yeah, good luck with that one," she readjusts herself. "louis doesn't seem to give a damn about us, let alone your first year petitions."

"cmon, en, it was just one thing. he was only pissy because of coming down off of whatever josh gave him this morning," sabrina's voice lightens in defense of him, pushing enya further in annoyance.

"it wasn't just one thing. he's been a dick for the past couple of months. you can't tell me he hasn't when we're the ones who always have to deal with it because these two dimwits are too high half the time to even speak," her pointer finger jabs in your general direction in reference to both finn and josh who seemed shocked to her accusation. "tell me you didn't forget just because you've known him for so long."

there are hints of more spite that intertwined within the sentence, and you wonder why.

"well, I have known him for a long time."

"we all have, sab, but I don't forget his bitch fits because of it."

"oh, cmon, enya, don't you think you're being kinda harsh?" josh motions mindlessly with the hand that isn't propped behind his head. "you're just still pressed about him throwing out your booze stash."

"yeah, and you would be too if it was your pot."

"yeah, well at least I'm smart enough to not bring it around him when he's asked you not to," he takes a hit, his nonchalantness pissing her off. "plus, you're the one who put it in his room."

"suck me off," she grumbles, finally throwing herself into the cushions as if finally giving up. "he shouldn't be friends with alcoholics when he doesn't want to become one himself."

silence, but you still wonder;

"who's louis again?"

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maxverstappensflatbrim · 6 months

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [44]

chapter forty-four, act five: the ballad of me and my brain

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-this is the final chapter of this part, I'm slolwy writing the next part but I am alos doing my midterms right now so there may be a wait until it's out.

December 25th 2017

It’s Tommie’s first Christmas alone in five years.

She doesn’t really know what to do with herself, she’s currently sitting on the floor of her kitchen, staring at the TV that’s playing some shitty hallmark film in her living room.

She’s waiting for her pizza to finish cooking, she doesn’t want to eat a cooked dinner alone.

Adam invited her to go along to Christmas with him, but he’s going with Carly’s family, who she doesn’t know that well. So she lied and said she’s going back to LA to spend it with Phoebe in the studio.

She’s not entirely alone, she has Allen who is currently curled up beside her on the floor, and Button who she’s been tossing a ball for every now and then the last few minutes.

There’s a letter in her hands.

Printed on the front is that familiar messy writing with her address spelled wrong and scribbled out.

Ross dropped it off three weeks ago now, she still hasn’t opened it.

Allen nudges the letter closer to her with his nose, as if he can smell the scent of his owner on it.

She sighs and nods, patting his head gently, “I know, Als.” Allen looks up, “I miss him too.”

Then despite her better judgement she finds herself tearing into the envelope.

Dear Baby,

I don’t know how to start. I’ve written fourteen letters to you and every single one has ended up being crumpled up at the bottom of my bin. I know the reason that I can’t write is because deep down I don’t deserve for you to hear me out. I fucked up. I fucked up way too many times. And he was right. About you giving me too many chances, letting me walk all over you because that’s what I did, what I do. I took advantage because I knew you’d always be there. I knew I could fall back on you and you’d pick me up because that’s what you do. You’re so good. I don’t deserve that.

One of the therapists I’ve been working with here told me to write letters to the people most important to me. To the ones who I feel that I’ve wronged with my addiction. Apparently it’s a part of my healing journey. I think it’s just to make me feel like a dickhead. I wrote to my mother first, for falling down the hole she worked so hard to steer me away from, the hole she herself fell down. Then to Louis for being a shit older brother. To the guys for what happened in San Jose. And now to you. For everything I’ve ever done to you.

I’m not going to list all my mistakes. I’m sure you already have your own list highlighted and neatly stashed away somewhere. I’ve had a lot of time to think while being here (And I already know what you’re thinking, ‘wow, didn’ know you could do that’). I’ve had to think about what to do when I get out of here. I’m not sure if you’ll want to see me. But in my head the first thing I’ll do is come and see you. I’ll get on my knees before you, lit up by those fairy lights we spent three hours trying to hang on your front porch. You’ll open the door and you’ll probably be wearing that old AM concert shirt and your stupid rugby zip-up I keep telling you to replace but you won’t because you’re too sentimental (it’s one of the things I love the most about you). I’ll beg you to just say that you forgive me. Even if you don’t really mean it. And I know you will. I know you would forgive me in an instant because I know you. Then we’ll have everything we’ve wanted, our own studio, we’ll be back on the road, never having to settle, just us the guys and the open road up ahead of us. Endless music, endless time, whatever we want. But I’m going to stay away. Or at least I’m going to try to. I want you to move on and have a better life without me. You’ll do great things. And I can’t be a part of them as much as I want to be. It’ll be hard, for both of us, but in the end you’ll come out on top. You’re the smarter one, with the talents, you have the voice, the skills, the lyrics, the heart. I just have the confidence. I’m nothing without you. Matty Healy is simply nothing without Tommie McDuff, it’s always been that way. But Tommie McDuff is everything. You are everything. I’ll watch from afar as you keep doing amazing things, with Phoebe, alone, whatever it is you’re doing. I’ll be your biggest supporter, I want you to know that. But I’ll do it from afar. I’ll try to do it from afar. I say try because you’re my strongest addiction. It’ll take everything in me to stay away. I’ve always been addicted to you. More than any drugs I’ve ever taken. I’m addicted to the way you touch me, a hand on my arm as you laugh, the way you smile at me, those little sarcastic ones you do when I annoy you are my favourite because I know you’re trying your hardest not to break into the biggest grin. I’m addicted to the sound of your voice. And the way your mind works, from your lyrics to your solos, I want to see inside your mind. To study you like an old Victorian sculpture. I’m addicted to your laugh, even when it’s directed at me. To the way you love and the feel of your lips. Ever since your lips first touched mine I’ve searched for others who may make me feel some sliver of the way you did. None have ever compared. Not one. They’re not soft enough, not gentle enough, not exciting enough, they’re not you. They’re never you. I hate myself for doing that to them, to myself, to you. Most of all to you. I hate myself more and more everyday as I sober up, because as each day goes by I’m forced to sit with the knowledge of how I treated you for longer.

One of the questions I’ve been told to answer is what would I do if I saw you again? What would I do for you? I’m not sure if you’ll want to see me again. But if you did, if you gave me that gift of blessing my eyes with you one last time, I’d hold you. For as long as you let me, hours, days, weeks, months, years, until we both grew old and grey. I’d love you until the moment I died, and even longer if you let me. I’d wait as long as you wanted me to, until the earth ends or just the first sign of spring. I’d collect the stars and bottle them up because I know how much you love them. I’d create a whole new religion just to worship you. I’ve realised now that I’ve rambled. (I’ve run out of paper and only have three lines left) But I have so much more to say. I’ll sum it up in a few words for you. ‘I would give you the moon.’

Yours, Matt.

She puts the letter down.

One tear escapes her eyes.

There’s a knock on the door.

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wingsofhcpe · 4 months

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I really want to write or at least attempt to sketch a musketeers figure skating modern au but since it's not happening any time soon, here are some of my headcanons as a person who knows approximately nothing substantial about how figure skating works:

Treville is everyone's coach, of course.

the boys are all stars in the figure skating world along with Constance, Milady, Anne and Ninon. The ladies (except Constance) are being coached by Richelieu.

Richelieu is a retired star, Treville also retired early due to a serious injury.

Athos and Aramis almost exclusively do paired routines. Athos used to be partnered with Milady before they had a falling-out, which is how he ended up in Treville's group and she in Richelieu's.

Ninon gets dropped by Richelieu for reasons yet unknown, and while she doesn't officially join Treville's crew she does some routines with Athos.

Aramis' main partner is his best friend Constance. However, when he gets injured right before the season, she urgently has to seek and train with a new partner.

Enter: d'Artagnan! He gets scouted out by Treville in a local event and he decides his style fits Constance's a lot and that he can temporarily replace Aramis as her partner. Of course, d'Art sticks around even after Aramis is fit to skate again (and also he catches feelings for Constance, which Aramis can't stop teasing him about).

Porthos is primarily a solo skater, but after d'Artagnan joins, he practices some paired routines with Aramis. Now as far as I know, same-gender paired routines aren't really allowed in competitive figure skating, which can play out in a few different ways, but alas, this is getting long already.

Anyway, Anne comes in later when Louis, her husband and sponsor, gets to collaborate with Treville for a charity event. Anne, a big name in the female figure skating world, requests to collab with Aramis, since the latter is currently partner-less. Things get... heated on the ice! Drama ensues.

I have this very specific scene in my mind where Treville's group all go out for milkshakes and snacks after practice and they are very happy and cozy and they have fun, which is great. I love them your honour.

Savoy is much less tragic in this; it's just the competition in which Aramis got hurt, because he was distracted since his ex, Marsac, had just broken up with him.

The Court of Miracles is Porthos' old skating team (he was into team skating for a while), but he left because he wanted a fresh start and an independent career that didn't include him following orders. It's fine though, he's still friends with Charon and Flea, who now do paired routines!

Athos' brother didn't die nor assault Milady, they're just estranged because of family drama.

#the musketeers #bbc musketeers #athos #porthos #aramis #d'artagnan #captain treville #cardinal richelieu #milady de winter #constance bonacieux #anne of austria #milathos #constagnan #annamis

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keithal · 8 months

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in honor of @iwtvfanevents a meal to remember event, here's an iwtv fic rec post with a twist: all of these fics range from 20-50 kudos ONLY. no popular fics. my blog is first and foremost a supporter of small businesses.

a song of blood and teeth by exastris_scientia (@keepoffthetardis): asoiaf au! there's nothing i like better than an intelligently written au, and this is definitely the best one i've seen in the fandom yet. i recommend reading it even if ur unfamiliar with asoiaf (i've never read a word by george rr martin and i still enjoyed this a great deal)

vacation by bandedbulbussnarfblat (@bandedbulbussnarfblat): just thinking abt this fic sends me into hysterics. never before have i been reading an armandaniel fic and sat there like "no i agree w the toxic psychopath vampire. that's a fucked up thing to do :/"

a memory is a ghost (regret, regret) by flowerplots (@enterprisery): reading this the first time knocked me backwards thru time. AMAZING louisdaniel fic written by one of the biggest brains to ever brain. flowerplot's ideas are always so unique and such a delight to read.

a memory is a memory (is a memory?) by flowerplots (@enterprisery): GOOD LORD. this is a follow-up to the previous fic that somehow made me even more insane. leans hard on the idea of not being able to trust a word being said because none of it happened but it all happened. except of course when it didn't.

when teeth bite in by patrokla: short but INCREDIBLE. my brain turns over theories abt what happened post-1973 interview and how it connects to present-day dubai like a rotissiere chicken 24/7. i love the prose in this fic especially. i think abt "[Daniel] would say it, but he’s experiencing a distinct melting sensation. He’s only barely corporeal. He's losing himself" every single day.

Who Wore it Best? by whimsy_walrus: lestat and daniel slept together in new orleans. this is canon to me. i fantasize abt hacking into rollins' computer and replacing whatever s2 script's been written w this instead

Toward the Blue Peninsula by adreadfulidea: obsessed with gen claudia-focused fics and this one has gotta be my favorite one in existence. i hope in this universe where claudia escaped to europe she lived happy eternity writing poems with emily dickenson the vampire

reliquary by weathermood (@weather-mood): LOUIS' CANE. i'm always thinking abt louis' cane. and what does the wonderful weathermood do? give me even more reason to obsess over it. this fic HAUNTS ME.

happy reading! :D

#this is no hate to popular fics but i always see the same ones rec'd over and over and it makes me sad :(#fic rec #iwtv #mine #a meal to remember

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hereticaas · 1 year

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A few stray thoughts rereading IWTV Part I:

Endlessly amused by the fact that Daniel is, in fact, not a great interviewer! He's just breathless and flustered and whispering the whole time lol. I mean I don't blame him, but I also get why show Daniel called his younger self an idiot

On the subject of whispering, I feel like everyone whispers an excessive amount in this book

I ended up putting the book down for like a week because I really didn't feel like dealing with the slavery stuff. Not necessarily saying it shouldn't be there at all, but the book doesn't examine it enough for it to be anything more than just like. Deeply annoying and upsetting to read.

(And then there's that one passage where Louis talks about the Free People of Color...giving show Lestat and his "cinnamon" comment a run for their money I fear)

Claudia my beloved, what a character. Fascinating and horrifying and tragic. A lot of Louis's descriptions of her physicality are obviously...strange, but I do think AR mostly did it to highlight the inherent wrongness of her existence (which is all the more poignant given who she's based on)

Louis is literally so crazy I cannot deal with it. Absolutely enthralled by how much he goes back and forth and contradicts himself about everything, from his feelings about drinking blood to his feelings about Lestat, often within paragraphs of each other. Reading his POV feels like going insane

Was thinking a lot about some of the criticisms of AMC Lestat's actions towards Louis and Claudia being too extreme and out of character and like. Book Lestat is violent towards Louis multiple times. He threatens to kill both him and Claudia multiple times. Even the thing where he threatens to replace Claudia with Antoine(tte) is from the book. Obviously things are heightened in the show, but people really made it seem like there was no basis for that interpretation of his abuse. I think some people are a little too stuck on how Lestat reframes things in the later books...which the show has not gotten to yet

Apparently Lestat often sleeps through the opera?? I assume this is not the case in later books? This is actually my favorite piece of Lestat retconning thus far lmao

#anyway this book is still very good #love the scenes where AR really dials up the gothic horror #also a bit charmed by Louis and Daniel's dynamic here #everytime louis smiles daniel starts hyperventilating lmao #interview with the vampire #anne rice #jo reads vc #jo.txt

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i-want-my-iwtv · 4 months

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I recently read Interview with the Vampire which is such a good ride and since I was already very much expose myself to many spoilers, I knew the trial would happen and all that. But since English was not my first language and though I like the poetic words, I can't seem to understand what exactly they are talking about sometimes 😂. I'm busy often and can't seem to get the time to actually search up things about it so I wanna know more about why exactly would Armand has the need to kill Claudia, I know about how he wanted Louis for himself but I think he's aware that Claudia was everything to Louis so killing her doesn't seem to be the best idea if he truly love and want Louis to be with him. And the second one being why is Lestat so indifferent to Claudia's possible death at the trial, I've seen his quote about Claudia and discussions about how great he love her even after all the killing attempt and that he never blamed her for anything (didn't read the Vampire Lestat yet by the way), so to say the least I was quite shock at how he allowed Claudia to be held by the coven and why is he only advocating for Louis survival, is his love too much greater for him? And can't seem to understand that why would he think Louis would be willing to go back with him without Claudia. I think there are other scenes related to these in the other books but I forgot about it, I hope to find out about it when I get to read more but I'm really curious and can't help myself back. I hope my question makes sense and I wouldn't mind any spoilers, I really wanna know more about it.

Hello! Wow, that's a lot of ask. I'm glad to take a stab at answering tho 😎

But since English was not my first language and though I like the poetic words, I can't seem to understand what exactly they are talking about sometimes 😂

Understandable, I'm always impressed with ppl reading these books and finding the stories and characters captivating even without being able to fully understand the words, that speaks to how well they're written that they transcend complete understanding! It can be poetic at times. The books are translated into a number of other languages, you might want to find it in yours, that might help, even though there are necessarily differences in the translations from the original. She also throws in some French from time to time so be aware of that 😉

I think there are other scenes related to these in the other books but I forgot about it, I hope to find out about it when I get to read more but I'm really curious and can't help myself back.

Yes, there are a few more mentions of it, but mostly just Lestat's perspective from TVL, and there's one scene in The Vampire Armand where he says he did surgery for Claudia after the trial but before she died (we're not sure that actually happened, or he was inventing something to intimidate David at the time!)... ANYWAY other ppl can reblog and comment on this to add more specifics! I'm trying to keep this concise and not spend hours on this answer, which I could do! 😅

why exactly would Armand has the need to kill Claudia, I know about how he wanted Louis for himself but I think he's aware that Claudia was everything to Louis so killing her doesn't seem to be the best idea if he truly love and want Louis to be with him.... And can't seem to understand that why would he think Louis would be willing to go back with him without Claudia.

Yes, Armand was aware that Claudia was everything to Louis! Briefly, Armand wouldn't share Louis with Claudia, as she told Louis that Armand spoke to her with the mind gift that Louis couldn't hear (Forgive the typos here, this is a bad PDF copy of IWTV 😅):

Armand also admitted to Louis that he pushed him into turning Madeleine to replace Louis as Claudia's companion, but Louis still doesn't give Claudia up even after doing that. That's a bigger discussion, whether Armand couldn't wait any longer for that to happen, or he lost control of the Theatre vampires, or Lestat re-entering the story changed Armand's mind about how to separate Louis from Claudia.

Regardless, Armand physically protects Louis from Santiago and warns him a few times that the Theatre vampires might harm Claudia if she doesn't leave soon, and it's unclear whether Armand is ordering them to behave that way to get rid of Claudia, or if Armand would be equally happy with Claudia just leaving Louis, rather than being killed by the Theatre vampires. That's also a bigger discussion for sure, and I could argue both sides.

And the second one being why is Lestat so indifferent to Claudia's possible death at the trial, I've seen his quote about Claudia and discussions about how great he love her even after all the killing attempt and that he never blamed her for anything (didn't read the Vampire Lestat yet by the way), so to say the least I was quite shock at how he allowed Claudia to be held by the coven and why is he only advocating for Louis survival, is his love too much greater for him?

I don't think Lestat is indifferent to Claudia's possible death, but he's wounded and starving, which definitely could have weakened him emotionally, too. In TVL, we get Lestat's point of view just before the trial: he came to Paris to beg Armand for the healing blood to speed up the wounds he suffered (from Claudia and Louis attempting to kill him) and Armand throws him in a cell and feeds him a dead victim, with cold blood (which doesn't hurt vampires, it's just distasteful and not as nearly as nutritious as living victim blood). While begging, Lestat admits to Armand that it was Claudia who damaged him so badly, probably thinking there's no way Armand could have her in his possession! Welp, he's wrong.

Even without that TVL context, I think Lestat was in a position where he knew he was physically weakened and outnumbered, he couldn't take on and fight the whole pack of healthy Theatre vampires AND Armand, so he was trying to use his words to save who he could. That meant choosing Louis OR Claudia 😭 The Theatre vampires were clearly going to kill one of them, if not both. So the best Lestat could do was argue that it was Claudia's fault primarily and try to rescue Louis.

Now why advocate for Louis' survival, is Lestat's love too much greater for Louis over Claudia? I think one's love for their lover is different than for their child, not greater or lesser, a different kind of love. One could say that he could see more of a future with Louis than with Claudia, after all, his relationship with Louis was probably more salvageable than his relationship with Claudia, bc ultimately, she tried to kill him! Her feelings were probably the same, or worse, knowing he had survived. She didn't speak to Lestat during the trial. Louis was advocating to Lestat during the trial, still hopeful Lestat could save them both.

Either way I don't think Lestat chose Louis over Claudia for revenge, because YES, you're correct, Lestat says in Tale of the Body Thief (or TVL, I don't have it with me to check) that he didn't blame Claudia for trying to kill him, and that he might have done the same in her position 😭.

[^X by miss-jose] I have a few more fanart pieces featuring this scene in #the yellow dress tag, if anyone has more, let me know!

I assume that Lestat felt awful after Claudia was killed by the Theatre vampires... he still speaks of her with love in the later books. The very next night, Louis finds Lestat clutching her blood-stained yellow dress, and could some of those blood stains be Lestat's tears, since he's sobbing? I think so! Here's the quote (my emphasis added):

“‘This is madness!… ’ I said, my hands rising suddenly to my temples. 'Where is she! Where is she!’ I looked about me, at their still, passive faces, those inscrutable smiles.'Lestat’ I turned him now, grabbing at the black wool of his lapels: "And then I saw the thing in his hands. I knew what it was. And in an instant I’d ripped it from him and was staring at it, at the fragile silken thing that it was - Claudia’s yellow dress. His hand rose to his lips, his face turned away. And the soft, subdued sobs broke from him as he sat back while I stared at him, while I stared at the dress. My fingers moved slowly over the tears in it, the stains of blood, my hands closing, trembling as I crushed it against my chest. - IWTV

#vampire chronicles #interview with the vampire #lestat #lestat de lioncourt #the vampire lestat #ask #anon #iwantmyiwtv has opinions #the vampire claudia #the vampire armand #santiago #quote #actual quote #theatre des vampires #the yellow dress #fanart #long post #lay down and cry meme

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*slides this E4 deep dive under the door right before the deadline*

Sick of being sick, this took forever to finish.

The good:

I really liked the touches of “ordinary people doing extraordinary things.” Louis is blind but he still shoulders the grenade launcher. Danilo is a physical therapist and runs into the fray to aid the wounded. Talia is a Marine, sure, but she’s a basically a radio operator. She probably joined to pay for college or something. And she goes with John to FLEETCOM after he said she didn’t have to. Then she flies a bunch of civilians to safety while a bunch of jackals are eating Jacob Keyes for dinner. Riz and Vannak and John are made for this, literally, but many people who weren’t went above and beyond to defend Reach in a losing fight.

John going up against the cloaked elite (the Var Gatanai mentioned at the end of last episode, I assume) is pretty great, as is Talia jumping in with a tire iron. And the energy sword fight toward the end? Mm-hm.

Soren’s “kid watching Mom and Dad fight” moment with Jacob and Halsey 😂 Why do I think little Soren drove Jacob to the edge of his sanity?

John’s FACE when he gets called up during Jacob’s speech. I’m never going to stop finding that funny.

The episode does a good job letting the audience breathe in between the action. Soren especially provides some levity.

The bad:

Vannak deserved better.

Jacob got a great ending, better than his game self, but we never even got to see him step foot on a ship. His promotion to admiral doesn’t even make sense. However, he was the only flag officer who didn’t bug out and deserves props for it.

No Kai, but I didn’t expect her since she’s likely on her way to Onyx with the S-IIIs. She’ll probably be furious once she learns Reach fell and she wasn’t there to fight.

I want The Chief & Cortana Show. This is why I’m here. I will forgive the absence of my faves if we get lots of John comforting Cortana after she leads the Covenant to Earth. Or just a really good reunion.

Questions/speculations/wishful thinking:

Why did Ackerson take the Spartans’ gear? Mr suspects personal vendetta but I wonder if Ackerson has reasons beyond that. He said the Master Chief is “just a guy in a suit.” Does Ackerson want to put someone else in the suit? It would fit with the running theme of the people In Charge want John to be replaceable. Halsey wanted to replace John’s mind, does Ackerson want to replace his body?

One of the trailers shows John walking out of FLEETCOM in his armor, so he obviously gets it back at some point, but I want to know Ackerson’s agenda.

John says they need people like Keyes giving orders, or they’ll be left with people like Ackerson. Well, now Keyes is gone, so who will be Ackerson’s foil? I can’t really think of anyone on the show or in main canon. Miranda is the only possibility and smart as she is, she’s not ready for that.

I don’t think Reach has truly fallen yet. There’s enough footage in trailers (like John walking out of FLEETCOM in his armor) to make me think this is going to drag awhile. Will we get Operation: First Strike? Maybe I’m majoring on a minor, but in an S1 episode Parangosky tells Jacob to call Admiral Whitcomb. Admiral Whitcomb leads Blue Team and friends in First Strike.

Cortana will be forced to lead the Covenant fleet to Earth. This is how we get that shot of John on the drop ship with Jupiter in the foreground.

Vannak is dead and Kai is leading the S-IIIs. Silver Team is getting split. Is John going to get a new team or is he going off by himself? I’m inclined to think the latter at least for the immediate future.

Vannak is going to get hauled to The Body Shop better known as Castle Base for some new parts. They did it with Kelly.

It’s hard to speculate on what next week holds, since aside from Kai with the S-IIIs and John getting to the Halo, Paramount is being tight-lipped about the back half of the season. From the trailer, I suspect we’ll find out what role Kwan plays going forward and what happened with John and Cortana getting separated, and we’ll meet the S-IIIs. Next episode is called Aleria, which according to Halopedia is some butt-end of nowhere colony nobody cares about. I’m not even sure what to make of how it could relate to the episode based on what I’ve seen.

#halo #halo tv show #halo spoilers

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lonesilverw0lf · 9 months

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@didyoutrydynamite I have an offering for the Renegades!

The rookie on the team hates his job sometimes. Yes he’s the low guy on the totem pole, but did they really have to send him to tell the Boss the bad news every time? It was almost to the point that just him knocking on the door put the already surly boss in an even worse mood. He raised his hand to knock when he heard-

Boss: Just get in here already!

Rookie thinking: Great. He’s ready to bite my head off and I haven’t even said anything.

Walking in he’s almost choking on the smoke. Squinting he can make out at least three spent cigars in the ashtray, another bad sign. And his news isn’t going to help.

Boss: Of course they send you. What bad news do you have for me now?

Rookie: You know that team of Renegades that keep giving us the slip? We lost track of them. Again. Our contact watching the road they were reported to be on hasn’t seen anyone for the past 7-8 hours.

Boss: Damn! We miss them at every turn! How do they keep getting past us?!

Inside the van carrying the ever elusive Renegades, were Jaune riding shotgun trying to read a large paper map, Cinder in the back seat looking over his shoulder trying to help, Adam next to her fighting with his scroll, and Neo trying to drive. They are completely lost.

Cinder: I’m telling you we should’ve gone left!

Jaune: But we did go left, just like you said!

Cinder: Not left there, left back there!

Jaune: There aren’t any other places where we could’ve turned left other than where we did!

Cinder: Perhaps you’re just-

Adam: Stupid Scroll! Why won’t you work!

Cinder: You know that reception is worthless in this area so stop playing with that thing and help us figure out where we are!

Adam: You also know that my contact went missing on our last job two nights ago and I haven’t gotten it replaced so reading that map is not happening!

Jaune: Hey! This is all I could get my hands on!

Cinder: You can at least try to do something! Weren’t you leading strike operations in the White Fang?

Adam: We had better maps than this and a localized knowledge of the area before we did anything. What do you want me to do? Do I look like Magellan?

Cinder: Adam you can’t even spell Magellan.

Jaune: Wasn’t there some Louis guy that did some map work? Or am I thinking-

Cinder: Louis de what? What are you talking about?

Neo, leaning over to point out a part of the map: Hey, didn’t we pass this section here? We gotta be right here!

Jaune: Where? Which part?

All the Renegades lean in to get a closer look at the spot Neo is pointing at, the map obstructing their view of the road.

Cinder: Now I see what she’s talking about. How did we miss that?

Adam: The lines are too close together, but I think I can make out the shapes.

Jaune: Hey Neo?

Neo:🙂?

Jaune: Who’s driving?

Renegades, looking up from the map:😕😳?

The see a massive Grimm Ursa that seems just as surprised to see them as they are. And they are headed right towards him.

Renegades: 😱😱😱😱😱 AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!

Jerking the steering wheel, the crew find themselves in an impromptu roller coaster ride across the countryside unable to stop as Neo’s umbrella got stuck in the gas pedal. Eventually Jaune was able to free the obstruction just as they drove back onto the road with their destination in sight. Without a word, Neo pulls into the first gas station they see.

Cinder: Neo, remind me to never let you drive again.

I hope this was funny enough for ya. Your AtlA bit reminded me of An Extremely Goofy Movie. I just hope I did this justice.

#au #rwby #jaune arc #adam taurus #cinder fall #neo politan #renegades au #movie reference #an extremely goofy movie

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gnrbitch · 9 months

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Grunge Days pt.12 - Symphony of Destruction

Warnings: the usual

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1991, St. Louis

It was now three months into the tour, and things had definitely looked up for everyone. Y/n got her G&L back on the second night of the tour, which Slash laughed when she kissed her guitar and called it ‘My baby’.

Well except Guns, there were many time they went on late, and it seemed like the tension in the band was starting to increase. And it made everyone uncomfortable. Soundgarden had ultimately stopped talking with the guys from Guns, and Alice only really talked to Duff and Slash, but that was occasionally.

Y/n had watched all of this unfolded with her own eyes, she was slowly starting to see Duff become even more unhinged, if that was even possible, she hasn’t seen her brother drink one drop of water since the tour started. Plus she barely saw Izzy, she would be lucky enough to even catch him after he finished performing. And Guns new drummer, Matt, just gave Y/n weird vibes.

She missed Steven.

But things between her and Slash had been going good, great even. They had become professionals at sneaking around. Well Slash sometimes hung out on Y/ns bus, but that doesn’t count cause Duff would also be there.

But now… now shit was bad. Because now everyone was locked backstage while a whole riot was going on.

All Y/n heard were people screaming, shit breaking and police sirens.

Axl had not only beat up a guy, but he completely left the stage right after, and that pissed people off. Security told Alice to not even go on.

“Okay all of you follow me” Some random police guy said, as all of them made a run for it and got to their bus.

“All of our shit is in there” Sean said as they all huddled into their bus.

“Do you think our stuffs gonna get fucked up?” Kim asked, turning to look at Susan.

Susan looked out the window as she saw all the havoc going on outside, sighing “I think so”

“Fuck” Y/n said “My fucken guitars back there!”

“We’ll get you a new one” Susan said, “We’ll replace all of your stuff”

“Jesus fucken christ” Jerry said “We should’ve never came on this stupid fucken tour”

“You gotta get us back home Susan” Y/n said

“You guys wanna leave the tour?” She asked, mouth slightly hung open.

All the musicians on the bus looked at each other and nodded.

“Are you not seeing what’s going on out there? I don’t wanna be apart of this shit” Chris said

“Me either. I wanna go home” Y/n sighed, looking down as tears welled up in her eyes, her baby, her G&L was back there. She had worked so hard to raise up the money to buy it, and now it’s fucken gone. And she didn’t care if they got her another one, she knew they would. But it’s not the same, that guitar held so many memories to it.

“My fucken guitar” Kim said, frustrated, which made the tears from Y/ns eyes fall, her fucken guitar.

She sniffled as she looked up at Susan “You better get us back to LA”

Y/n opened her door to see a package on her door. She grabbed it and carried it to her room. Opening it, she saw her G&L, well not her G&L, but it was a new one, an exact copy of hers.

She sighed out as she grabbed the note attached to it, reading it.

‘Y/n,

I’m sorry about your guitar, I miss you

- Slash’

It had been three days since they left the tour, and they definitely got a angry phone call from Guns manager. But they told him to fuck off.

Slash had also been trying to get in touch with Y/n, but for the last two days Y/n had been so furious about this whole situation, she didn’t wanna hear from any of them.

But she knew it wasn’t anyone but Axls fault, so she couldn’t be mad at Slash. And she missed him too, touring with him was so much fun, she sometimes wished Axl wasn’t the way he was.

She sat up as she heard Layne behind her “Boyfriend got you a new guitar?”

“Yea- yea he did” She sighed out

“You still not talking to him?” Layne asked

“I’ll answer the phone if he calls today” She said “I miss him”

Layne sat down next to her “I know you do Y/n” “It’ll be okay, you’ll see him soon”

“I know I just- I’m scared he’s gonna get mad at me” She said

“For leaving? I think he’ll understand”

Y/n fidgeted with the card in her hand, “Maybe”

It was now the afternoon, and Y/n waited by the phone, waiting to hear it ring.

“Slash” She said all too quickly, not even letting the first ring end.

“Y/n? Holy shit finally you pick up the phone” Slash grumbled on the other side.

Y/n held the phone with both of her hands, “Yea- sorry about that”

“Did you get the guitar?” He asked her

“Yea i did” She said, her voice cracking

“Are you crying?”

“I’m sorry-I just” Y/n sniffled “I’m sorry for ignoring you”

“Wait- you were ignoring me?” He said “Why?”

Y/n wiped her eyes “I was just upset after what happened Slash”

“But that wasn’t my fault” He said, and she could just imagine him furrowing his eyebrows.

“I know it wasn’t” Y/n sniffled “I’m Sorry Slash”

“Shit i know Y/n- it’s okay” Slash said, frowning on the other side.

“But how are you? How’s shit been” She asked him, god knows how he must be feeling.

“Fucken horrible” Slash said “I hate being on this fucken tour, thank god there’s only a month left”

“Sorry this tour has been shit” Y/n frowned

“It’s alright- i’m just waiting till i could see you” He said “I miss you like a motherfucker”

Y/n laughed “I miss you too Slash”

“We’re banned from St. Louis now” Slash sighed

“Well that’s a shocker” Y/n sarcastically said

“Shut up” Slash laughed “God I fucken miss you”

Y/n laughed even more “I know, but you’ll see me soon”

“Soon can’t come fast enough”

Y/n held in her laughter “That’s what she said”

“Jesus really Y/n”

“Oh suddenly the sex addict doesn’t like sex jokes” Y/n uttered

Slash smiled on the other end “You’re the worst”

“Only for you” She smiled “But i should mention- I’m leaving tomorrow”

“Leaving? Where are you going?” Slash questioned, his tone suddenly becoming serious.

“Gonna go on the last leg of the Titans tour, it’s only a month” She said, playing with the box of cigarettes in her hand.

“What? But then i won’t be able to call you” Slash said

“I know, but well probably see each other- we’re also gonna be in europe” Y/n said “Look we just have to get through this month and we’ll be alright”

“Fucken shit Y/n” Slash said, “Fine. I’ll see when i could go to one of those shows”

Y/n smiled, feeling all giddy inside “That sounds great. I’ll see you soon alright?”

“Yea- okay” Slash breathed out “I gotta go now, I love you”

“I love you too Slash” Y/n smiled, hanging up the phone.

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Tagged: @deeznutsworld @hoodiesandicedcoffee @eddiiiieeee

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Pulling Apart

Outside Brichester University, Pierreland

Louis: whose car is that? nice wheels though...hopefully Mags isn't too busy...it's nice to get out of the academy...

[Doorbell Rings] Magdalena: Coming! Magnus [from upstairs]: Were you expecting anyone love? Magdalena: Not really...

Louis: Hey Mags...you look nice? Magdalena [confused]: Lou, what are you doing here? Louis: I mean....I had a weekend leave pass and I figured-

Magdalena: Don't get me wrong Lou, I'm so touched you finally thought about me...but if you payed attention to our conversations, I have a concert tonight. Louis: Great! I'll go! I can drive you! Magdalena: Actually, I already have a ride.

Louis: the car outside? Magdalena: yes Louis. Watcher, you're dense. Magnus is taking me. Louis: Oh Magnus! The mysterious replacement you have for me. Magdalena [hissing]: oh for fucks sake Louis. [deep breath] You've been busy, which I get, and I told you about Magnus. You were excited for me to have someone else to talk to- Louis: yeah but- Magnus: Magdalena, whose downstairs? Magdalena: It's Louis, Magnus.

Magnus: Hi I'm Magnus- Louis: why the fuck are you in my best friend's house? Magdalena [shocked]: Louis! Magnus: And you're Louis...Magdalena did say you were quite the character.

Louis: What the fuck does that mean? Magdalena [sighing and whispering]: Louis do not fuck this up for me Magnus: Magdalena has told me a bit about you and she did tell me you were quite protective. Louis: Rightfully so. I frankly know nothing about you. For all I know you're an axe murder. Magdalena: Louis. Stop it. I trust Magnus and that needs to be enough for you. Magnus: I'd like to get to know you more Louis. Magdalena told me you were going to the Military Academy? Louis: Yeah. I am. It's kinda why I haven't been able to support Mags as much. So I guess I should thank you for that. Magnus [awkward chuckling]: it's been a joy to support Magdalena. She is phenomenal. Oh, by the way, love I grabbed your shoes and violin, we need to get going.

Magdalena: Thank you love. Honestly Louis, I don't get why you're being like this. Louis: I'm just a little confused as to why- Magdalena: Louis...I've gottent to know Magnus over the past 6 months. I know it's a little concerning for you that I have someone else but I need you to just trust me.

Magnus: I know you don't really know me but there I have no nefarious intentions- Louis: Look Magnus, this has nothing to do with you- Magdalena: LOUIS! Look. We need to go but next time, one text me before coming over and two, get over yourself.

@simsroyallegacy

#officalroyalsofpierreland #story #sim: louis #sim: magnus of scots #sim: magdalena of lunaria

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amphibious-thing · 1 year

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Shoelaces

[Detail of the Meagre Company, oil on canvas, c. 1633-1637, by Frans Hals, via Wikimedia.]

While shoelaces had been fairly common in the 17th century by the beginning of the 18th century they had been surpassed in popularity by buckles.

[Detail of Declaration of Independence, oil on canvas, c. 1819, by John Trumbull, via Wikimedia.]

The most common style of men's shoe in the 18th century was black leather buckled shoes, typically with a small heel (see above). Even fashionable men often wore these simple black buckled shoes, though they may accessorise them with ornate buckles rather than plain ones. Even on men's high heels we see buckles replacing ribbons at the turn of the century.

[Left: Detail of Charles II of England, oil on canvas, c. 1670-1675, by Simon Pietersz Verelst, via Wikimedia.

Right: Detail of Louis XIV of France, oil on canvas, c. 1700-1701, by Hyacinthe Rigaud, via Wikimedia.]

During the first few decades of the 18th century shoe ties remained popular alongside buckles in women's footwear. However extant examples of buckled shoes outnumber those of laced shoes, though this may in part be due to shoes being converted to accommodate the fashionable buckle.

[Left: Shoes with ribbon ties, leather & brocaded silk, c. 1730s, via V&A (accession number: T.197&A-1927).

Middle: Buckled shoes, painted kid leather & silk, c. 1760s, via V&A, (accession number: 270&A-1891).

Right: Shoes with eyelets, leather & silk, c. 1700–1720, via The Met (accession number: 2009.300.1480a, b).]

In their description for the shoes on the right the Met writes:

Most aficionados of historic fashion are well acquainted with 18th century ladies' shoes in the classic buckled latchet style, as they survive in fairly good number. The predecessor of these - latchet ties shoes - are however fairly scarce in good unaltered condition. In order to extend their life as fashionable footwear, latchet tie shoes were frequently modified to accommodate a buckle.

By the 1780s shoe strings in menswear was so unpopular in mainstream Parisian fashion they were seen of being indicative of sodomy. In his article Commissioner Foucault, Inspector Noël, and the “Pederasts” of Paris, 1780-3 Jeffrey Merrick explains how Foucault and Noël used men's clothes to identify them as suspected sodomites. These men wore “some combination of frock coat, large tie, round hat, small chignon, and bows on the shoes.” Merrick speculates that these men were using fashion to signal to each other. Understandably when questioned by police men would deny such a purpose.

In England men who wore shoe strings were seen as effeminate. In their issue of 6-9th of December 1788 the St. James's Chronicle or the British Evening Post describes the "Jessamy or Petit-Maitre" (both terms for effeminate men) as follows:

The Jessamy or Petit-Maitre are so nearly allyed that the Rules that serve for one will do for the other-These He-She Beings should always take particular Care in the Decoration of their sweet Persons-Their Clothes should be cut to the very extreme of the Mode, their Hair dressed particularly nice, even if they sit two Hours under the Hairdresser's Hands, and while under the Operation, are to take out their Pocket Glass and give the Hair Dresser Instructions form Time to Time-When they walk the Streets of London, they are to make short Steps, as was formerly the Fashions of the fine Ladies, wear Shoe-Strings-paint their Faces, and be alarmed at every little Noise they hear in the Streets. In short it will be necessary to keep up their Reputation that they assume a Behaviour more feminine than masculine-and by all Means to imitate the Behaviour and Looks of the Females in the Days of their Great Grandmothers. Such Conduct will stamp their Characters in the Eyes of their Brethren.

[Sir John Coxe Hippisley, oil on canvas, c. 1779–80, by William Pars, via Art & the Country House.]

However by the late 1780s shoe strings were already starting to have a resurgence, in part due to their cost. With shoe strings being cheaper than buckles many men started to adopt them in spite of the associations with effeminacy. On the 21st September 1786 The Times reported:

The shoe-strings are now the fashion wit all the barbers boys, hair-dressers, and waiters, in London. The charity schools have also adopted them, as they are much cheaper than buckles. A man of sense, and a real man of fashion, has never yet dishonoured his instep with such a piece of mean folly.

And on the 12th of July 1787 The Times suggests that when a "tolerably well-dressed man wears them, the general conclusion is, that his buckles are in pawn." However in spite of the comparative cheapness of shoe strings the association with effeminacy persisted.

One intriguing instance of the cultural perception of shoe strings comes from a 1789 adaptation of the Tempest that opened on Drury Lane on Tuesday the 13th of October. The play included an epilogue written by General John Burgoyne. The epilogue fear-mongers the growth of effeminacy in England writing that "we may lack men, though over-run with males." Burgoyne depicts the middle class John Bull as an effeminate "He-Miss" Milliner:

Yet John sometimes his shape and sex degrades, And stoops to rob his sisters of their trades. Six feet in height, with sinews of an ox, Shoulders to carry coals, and fists to box,- Behold-O shame!-a thing of whip and hem- A He-Miss Millener-"Your orders, Me'm?- "Rouge, lipsalve, chicken gloves, perfumery, "Hair cushions, gauzes, bustles?-HE! he! he!"-

Burgoyne then shifts to men "of higher bearing";

Still Falstaff's men, all radish and cheese-paring!- Oh! could he sketch some figures that one sees- Tied up with strings at shoes and strings at knees! So thick the neck-cloth, and the neck so thin! He'd swear they bore a poultice for the chin:- And lest the cold the adjacent ears should harm, See half a foot of cape to keep 'em warm; While the stiff edge, for better purpose made, Rubs off the whiskers it was form'd to shade. With eyes of fire that vie with snuffs in sockets, And hands distress'd for want of waistcoat pockets: The crutch of levity directs their gait; And wanghee bends beneath their wangling weight.

On the 14th The World praises the epilogue as a "pleasant satyr upon modern modes" noting in particular;

the perversion of his good parts into effeminate pursuits-the Man-Milliner-the strings at shoes, and strings at knees-the stiff stand-up cape, "chasing the whisker it was meant to hide"-the waistcoat pockets-were all perfection, in what is the Epilogue's best praise, knowledge of effect, and strong accomplishment of it.

In contrast to Burgoyne's depiction of him as a "He-Miss Millener" John Bull, a personification of England (much like Uncle Sam is to the US), was typically depicted as a plainly dressed middle class Englishman. Some satires such as James Gillray's Politeness would compare the masculine English John Bull to the effeminate French archetype. Bull is depicted sitting with his legs open, wearing blue, red and buff with short un-powdered hair and wearing boots. The Frenchman is sitting with his legs closed, wearing pink and green (colours that were considered effeminate) with white powdered hair tied back with a ribbon and wig bag. However he is wearing bucked shoes.

[Politeness, hand-coloured etching, c. 1779, copy after James Gillray, via The Met.]

Another example of a typical depiction of John Bull can be seen in The Honest Pickpocket published by William Holland which comments on the clock tax enacted by the Pitt government. The cartoon depicts Prime Minister William Pitt taking a watch out of John Bulls pocket. Pitt is saying "Don't be alarmed, Johnny, I only want to see whether it is Gold or Silver - you know there is a great deal of difference between Half a Crown and Ten Shillings."

In this anti-Pitt satire, Bull is depicted again in blue, red and buff with un-powdered hair, however this time he is wearing buckled shoes. Pitt in contrast is depicted in green with powdered hair tied back with a ribbon and wig bag. His shoes are fastened with strings.

[The Honest Pickpocket, hand-coloured etching, c. 1797, published by William Holland, via The British Museum.]

However in An Enquiry Concerning the Clock Tax Pitt is depicted in blue and red with buckled shoes. The satire is playing on a pun, the clock tax was a tax of the time keeping devices but in the 18th century stockings sometimes had decorative embroidery known as clocks. In the print a delegate "from the worthy and respectable Society of Hosiers" asks Pitt "to know whether your Honor means to extend the Tax to Clocks upon Stockings." In contrast to Pitt the hosier wears not only stockings with clocks, but also shoes with strings as well as breeches with strings at the knees. Pitt is holding a quill labeled "Tax Pen", he is halfway through writing a list of taxes which includes "Shoe Strings", "Knee Strings" and "Hair Strings".

[An Enquiry Concerning the Clock Tax, hand-coloured etching, c. 1797, after George Moutard Woodward, published by S. W. Fores, via The British Museum.]

While this satire was clearly playing on the pun, it's not too far off what some were proposing. With the popularity of shoe strings increasing during the 80s the buckle makers were starting to get concerned for their livelihood and hoped a shoe string tax would combat the price difference. On the 22nd of November 1788 The Times reported:

The buckle makers it is said intend to petition for a tax on shoe strings by an eighteen penny stamp on each pair. This, although somewhat extraordinary, yet is in agitation, and might be easily effected.

With most of the buckle manufacturing coming out of Birmingham it was reportedly a risky move to wear shoe strings there. On the 28th August 1789 the Oracle reported:

At Birmingham, the man who dares appear with ribband-ties in his shoes, is certain not to pass current. He is instantly seized, his shoes taken off and cut to pieces; and no shoe maker can dare to sell him a new pair, unless he buys a pair of buckles first!

Much of the public was on the side of the buckle makers and against the shoe strings. On the 12th August 1789 the Oracle bemoans that "thousands of His Majesty's loyal subjects are now starving, from the introduction of the effeminate fashion of shoe-strings." On the 6th of November the Oracle reported that on "being asked by a Nobleman, why he had such an objection to Shoe Strings-His Royal Highness replied in these emphatic words-"

In the first place, I dislike them, for they look effeminate, are neither genteel or becoming; but give a certain air of meanness to the foot, which should be avoided. In the next place, I do not wear them, for it shall never be said of me, that any whim of mine has been instrumental in bringing the hard labouring Mechanic to Ruin!

A letter signed "Cheapside" published on the 5th January 1789 in The World was a bit more extreme suggesting that men who wore shoe strings "ought, in plain English, and with a good sufficient English cord, to be hanged". While Cheapside was concerned that the buckle makers were being "tied up from getting their bread" the true dislike of shoe strings and the men who wore them seem to be more due the their "intimations" that were "most disgraceful to manhood."

#to my amerev followers yes its the same General John Burgoyne he became a playwright after the war #fashion history #queer history

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blueiight · 1 year

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idk if louis decided he was gonna ditch lestat, grace might've accepted him back although the freaky non-aging yeah by that point would've been an issue but i guess psychologically for louis with her around, there was still some hope that he could get out? but once she's gone its like that door is fully closed in his mind too

do recall tho that grace and louis never rly contact eachother after a certain point. louis is too into in his own vampy family, and likewise grace with her own family, even moreso w/ levi symbolically replacing louis as the Man of the House in ep3. the lines r drawn in the sand. once again idk if ur the same anon or not, i think yall being entirely too generous to grace here + assuming she'd just take back her brother who she hardly had that much interest in contacting outside of sending jonah his way + sending a note that maman died. when they did meet in ep4, grace+ levi were both disgusted. ur fine w/ ur white daddy in the quarter aint u lou like how she says.

this falls into the fan issue of seeing black female characters as ever generous empty vessels of servitude for black males/female charas of nonblack varieties w/ no interiority or capacity for any complex human emotion when no. thats not how grace is with louis. grace is convinced by ep4 id say + seals the belief in ep5 when she leaves that her older brother [metaphorically or literally] died somewhere along the way+ was replaced by an evil gay demon. this may sound hyperbolic, but she literally says ur not my louis and buries him. how else can u interpret that lol. she has a complex relationship with her brother that degrades throughout season 1, and in no way can i see canon show! grace being some unconditionally loving confidante to her battered gay brother, vampire or not. she made no indication of disapproving of paul being in the asylum, or disapproving of louis's illicit dealings, its only once louis diverges from being a provider for the dulacs, and comes by in the night/if at all, that grace starts to resent her brother. let black women be complex characters. and like one of my other anons said as i attached below

louis himself, is prideful as he is tormented.. even in the modern day, he does not self identify as a victim at the very least, for the purposes of daniel's writing + for reasons ive described time + time again, so what makes u think a 1920s-30s lou after being beat would go to his baby sister if she stayed in town somehow? like i said, being part of the historical great migration/s makes a lot of sense for grace + levi's characters. whether louis isnt paying out, or grace is refusing louis's money [lol u aint had no problem when big bro was a trick but now that white daddy pay the bills u aint touchin dat money? who knows]. outside of that theres very few opportunities for the freniere-dulacs, used to their former conditional opulence in the treme, in this here jim crow south outside of going up north. do recall that years before, louis hid the fact that papa du lac was boutta drive their family into destitution for years, even from his own mother, and especially from his younger sister. if we take the pilot draft describing grace as 22 or the books, this means grace is decently younger than show!louis. when he ran away from lestat in ep3 before finding claudia, he didnt go to the treme where his sister + then alive mother was, but to the old poor black neighborhoods, seeking absolution in an abstract sense for his self perceived wrongs, and bringing that redemption to lestat. to be turned, to live forever, to love him in a way his born family could not. eps 2-3 show that louis cannot go back to his born family anymore. something something ziska fill me up post here

#yn.#yn answers #iwtv #louis de pointe du lac #grace de pointe du lac

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indigo-a-creeping · 7 months

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I've been doing really well, but a moment of recklessness leading to a mistake yesterday sent me into brief but serious plans to sell everything and flee the country. No need, thankfully. Also, Peri continues to be my anchor when my mind flies out of control like that. He's too old to leave behind or to travel very far. He's in great shape, but has been having more accidents in the house lately, and every time he is the least bit unhealthy I immediately start preparing for death.

Toasty had some weird stuff on her bloodwork last month too, but I'm waiting to see how that plays out before I decide she's doomed.

Sometimes I think I should get a person in my life to replace Peri when the time comes, but doing that the way I'd like seems like a lot of trouble to acquire.

Still thinking of moving in a few years though, when he's gone. Thinking of the west coast right now, even though I can't imagine affording one of the bigger cities... Still, I'll keep looking. People do it, I just have to get past the mindset that I shouldn't try if something's hard.

I made a small but significant change in my Nanowrimo project that should make it a better story, especially in the beginning. I was thinking of writing it as a script and maybe trying to podcast it, but I think for Nano completion purposes I'll stick to story format and I can always adapt later if I go that direction.

I'm looking into airbnbs and flights to San Francisco, but it's hard to plan when I don't know who to take with me and I'm so reluctant to ask because I won't be able to do as much as I'd like...

I'll probably go to St. Louis some time before that, but after the worst of the winter. ...And there's that milkshake stand down in the tip of Florida that is almost worth the 5 hour drive on its own, but I feel like I should have more than that to merit the trip.

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byneddiedingo · 6 months

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Linda Darnell and George Sanders in Forever Amber (Otto Preminger, 1947)

Cast: Linda Darnell, Cornel Wilde, Richard Greene, George Sanders, Glenn Langan, Richard Haydn, Jessica Tandy, Anne Revere, John Russell, Jane Ball, Robert Coote, Leo G. Carroll, Margaret Wycherly. Screenplay: Philip Dunne, Ring Lardner Jr., Jerome Cady, based on a novel by Kathleen Winsor. Cinematography: Leon Shamroy. Art direction: Lyle R. Wheeler. Film editing: Louis R. Loeffler. Music: David Raksin.

Once a famous "dirty book," Kathleen Winsor's Forever Amber wouldn't raise eyebrows or blood pressures in the average book club of today, but it was one of Hollywood's hottest properties in the 1940s. The bidding war was won by 20th Century Fox, which followed the example of Gone With the Wind by announcing a search for the actress who would play the glamorously wicked Amber St. Clair. Though the part originally went to Peggy Cummins, producer Darryl F. Zanuck finally decided that she looked too young to play the mature Amber, and when she was sidelined by illness just as filming began, she was replaced by Linda Darnell. John Stahl, the original director, left the film at the same time, and Otto Preminger stepped in. He disliked the book and asked for a script rewrite, but Preminger also delighted in trying to get things past the censors, who were all over the project. The result is a middling costume drama with too much material from the book to fit comfortably in its two-hour run time. Amber is an ambitious lass raised in a Puritan household who, when Charles II is restored to the throne, latches on to a handsome Cavalier, Bruce Carlton (Cornel Wilde), and heads for London. When Carlton is commissioned as a privateer by the king (George Sanders) and sets sail, Amber, who is pregnant with Carlton's child, is left with a little money that gets swindled away from her and lands in Newgate, the debtors' prison. She gives birth, escapes from prison, makes a living by thievery, goes on stage, attracts the eye of the king, marries an elderly earl, nurses a returned Carlton through the plague, inherits the earl's fortune when he dies during the Great Fire, and becomes the king's mistress. All of this immoral behavior should mean, under the Production Code, that she gets punished accordingly, but somehow the movie manages to finesse that with only a little emotional stress at the end. Forever Amber got condemned by the Catholic church and banned in a few places, but it was evidently bowdlerized enough to survive and make money. The truth is, it's a little dull. It comes to life occasionally when Sanders is on screen being royally wicked, but Darnell, with a blonde dye job and wig, never gets a chance to do more than be cautiously wicked and suffer prettily. The Technicolor is also rather dark and muddy, although that may be the result of an aging print.

#Forever Amber #Otto Preminger #Linda Darnell #George Sanders

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muddshadow · 2 years

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THREE PHOTOS TAG;

rules: find 3 photos/images (they can be anything at all, memes, vintage photographs, quotes, anything) that you feel describe your wip. If you want, you can tell a little bit your story, too.

to forget a prince ;

“And are you trying to become a warlock?” he asked her.

“That would solve plenty of my problems,” Yulei said. “Alas. The academy prefers many years of boring, organized study and frowns on blood sacrifice.”

Kon knew that, because he’d spent five weeks at the academy hoping to discover the voice that called to all things, instead discovering a hefty invoice and an inability to sit still for long periods. “Your project doesn’t seem boring and organized,” he said, surveying the piles of freshly dead hungered.

“You’re right about that. In fact, some have called it an aimless, haphazard, wasted effort for a fool notion.” Yulei looked up at him, and a ferocious optimism kindled her expression. “But sometimes the fool is right.”

Faced with such intensity, Kon hesitated. “Wrong most of the time though."

bloodhounds ;

Leaning hard into the wagon, lightning still echoing her arm, she lifted her gaze to see another dark-clad figure, moving toward her.

Neve pointed their gun.

“Not this again,” the figure rasped, and showed his hands in a half-assed surrender. Neve noted the sloppiness of his uniform first and then the Bay’s emblem at his collar, and also a mask elaborate enough to earn a curious squint. “It’d be rude to kill me, given I saved your life.”

Neve blinked, hand unmoved. “When?”

“Yeah, like three times, while you struggled with that guy. So, you’re welcome. You really tanked that flash-staff though. Those things sting.”

Sting was a tragic understatement. It took a worldly effort to hold up the pistol, and so Neve abandoned the gesture and didn’t exhaust herself with a reply. Smoke still darkened the quarry, and there were plenty other things to worry about...

trystan ;

“Booked full today,” I lie. Listening to Gabriel talk about the guardians and their narcissistic good-guy complexes makes me want to keep drinking, and right now I really need a better pillow than an empty liquor bottle. Probably a new shirt too.

“Don’t make me say please.” But I do, and Gabriel succumbs like the wet paper towel he’s always been. “Okay,” he catches up with a series of huffs, “please, Trystan. At least hear me out.”

I stop to stare him down. There’s a quirk in his brow he gets when he’s thinking too hard about something, there’s a clench in his jaw he gets when he’s anxious. If anything, seeing Gabriel so bothered wakes lots of great memories of bothering him, and I have to acknowledge some curiosity. I decide to humor him.

“Fine.” I grimace as nausea bloats up my throat. “Summarize.”

“I think I found the next Moon.”

“Holy shit,” I say, and then curl over my stomach and vomit.

at the bottom of the waterfall ;

“Well, have you come to avenge her or something? You’re rather timid about it.”

It burned his tongue to say anything to her sneered lip—but Louis only had Seraphine’s last guidance. And he trusted his mother. Gaze a bulwark, he lifted his chin. “My life is gone. I don’t have anything but the Spark. I need someone to teach me.”

“And here you are.”

“Here I am.”

Ysabelle stared at him, expression growingly coiled with a sour thought, until finally she huffed. “You realize the inconvenience of showing up like this? Of course not, Seraphine wouldn’t have taught you manners. To the Damp with it all. Just come inside and don’t touch anything.”

the hunger rot ;

“And as for you,” the mother narrowed her eyes at Peony, “the original innkeepers are at least five generations dead. What d'you expect to find here?”

In those five generations, the inn’s red-cedar flooring had been uprooted and replaced with a darker stain. Now the bar extended a full side of the dining area, the liquor stored behind sparkling glass instead of over shelves, round tables replacing the long benches. A hideous iron mesh made the new banister, but the chandelier looming above was utterly original – foggy glass bulbs and shed antlers woven together, light casting jaggedly through the bone. Peony had helped her father splice each piece. And true to his criticism, one lamp hung lower than the others.

“Well, girl? Do they clip your wits when they make you a Marrow?”

Peony dragged her eyes from the woodwork. “There’s a stream,” she said, voice a thorn thicket. “In the valley. Have you seen it?”

Which is your favorite vibe? :v thank you to the handful of people who tagged me for this one!! not sure who’s done this already... so i’m gonna bonk a BUNch of you and perhaps here's a chance to make another !! @kashacreates @athenswrites @magefaery @loveimogen , @theskeletonprior @werewolfsbutch @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @mr-writes @tc-doherty , @splashinkling @houndmouthed @thetruearchmagos @the-void-writes @cream-and-tea @magnus-s-writes @baroquesse @pinespittinink AND anyone who has an overflowing gallery of photos dedicated to their projects hehe <3

#writeblr #writeblr tag games #3 photos tag game #wip intro #muddshadow #this was honestly an emotional struggle to narrow down on 3 photos. gnashing of the teeth and yanking of the hair and such #but i liked how they turned out :)#which one caught your eye? :o #wip. to forget a prince #wip. bloodhounds #wip. trystan #wip. waterfall #wip. the hunger rot #mud writes

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