I Don’t Blame Jj For Being Head Over Heels In Love With Pope Bc Dude Like, Same.

It is summer, one of the first fine days. We are on the beach after lunch, our backs to a sloping piece of driftwood. The sun is high, and the air warm around us. Beside me, Achilles shifts, and his foot falls open against mine. It is cool, and chafed pink from the sand, soft from a winter indoors. He hums something, a piece of a song he had played earlier.

                                               ― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

forever in love with the fact jacob took inspiration from the trailblazers of feline/feminine sexuality (eartha kitt) and unapologetic androgyny (grace jones, david bowie) when crafting modern day louis

Sometimes I’m sad, but then I remember that Jim Pickens is canonically bisexual and it makes me smile.

listen I don’t discriminate... friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, friends to enemies to lovers, as long as it ends in lovers i’m down with it all babey

— not yet | wt.

hehehehhehehhehe you FOOLS lestat’s perspective on the story isn’t going to make louis look like some violent crazy mutual abuser that french fuck LOVES that green eyed seratonin deficiency he feels SO GUILTY about what he did to him and claudia IN FACT louis’s perpetual self hatred for his perceived inherent violence is some CATHOLIC GUILT ASS INTERNALIZED RACISM HOMOPHOBIA MISOGYNY ASS SHIT and lestat doesn’t FUCK WITH THAT he LOVES THAT MAN and yeah lestat’s gonna come out swinging with some “louis, louis, always whining why the long fave” but give him a sip of the old daniel molloy trauma trigger special he’s gonna be looking wistfully out the window with BIG FAT BLOODY TEARS rolling down his face just LAMENTING louis’s radience and kindness and fragility and how even his most savage cruelty gleamed and glistened like gore at the end of a sharp and shiny knife c’est tres enchenteur, non, monsieur molloy? OKAY????????

so soft it hurts

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He was another knife, I could feel it. A different sort, but a knife still. I did not care. I thought: give me the blade. Some things are worth spilling blood for. - Madeline Miller, Circe