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just watched interview with the vampire and left with a weird attraction towards freaky vampires with beautiful blonde hair and an undeniable desire to suck my blood till my heart stops

sw*fties beefing with Anne Rice's malesona saddens me. do they not know their history?? do they not know who originated the "unethical blond musician with terrible lyrics" schtick??? no respect for 266 year-old dead people smh

i've been having an anxiety attack for hours, but the second i see sam reid with curly hair, blood tears, and some slutty little outfits, i snapped out of it. this power needs to be studied and i need the album YESTERDAY

HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK WE WOOOOONNNNN!!!!!!

(also Christine mention let's fucking gooooooooo)

now that i'm thinking about it, it would be so fucking funny if she is present during his interview. like, "no, my client will not comment on the libelous rumor that he kissed his mother with tongue." and in the middle of her saying this Lestat's tweeting some shit like, "imagine not kissing your mother with tongue. couldn't be moi."

everyone is rightfully excited about finally getting rock star Lestat, but where's the love for legendary human lawyer, Christine? procurer of such oddities as social security cards, and driver's licenses. without her, blondie could only dream of wasting his fortune on leather pants and body glitter. thank you, human lawyer Christine.

everyone is rightfully excited about finally getting rock star Lestat, but where's the love for legendary human lawyer, Christine? procurer of such oddities as social security cards, and driver's licenses. without her, blondie could only dream of wasting his fortune on leather pants and body glitter. thank you, human lawyer Christine.

Mardi Gras Ball & Baby Lu Lu fashion packs, sold separately.

Lestat's harlequin makeup turns me into a rabid dumpster possum, foaming at the mouth for a half-eaten croissant. I would become that man's personal hummingbird feeder given the chance. He could wring the blood out of me like a washcloth and I'd say thank you. Louis, Armand, Nicholas, Antionette, Akasha, I SEE YOU.

Lestat's harlequin makeup turns me into a rabid dumpster possum, foaming at the mouth for a half-eaten croissant. I would become that man's personal hummingbird feeder given the chance. He could wring the blood out of me like a washcloth and I'd say thank you. Louis, Armand, Nicholas, Antionette, Akasha, I SEE YOU.

quite literally the first thing i thought of when i saw the original

romance is (un)dead

the absolute creature i become when i see this man-

Lestat would 100% cry to Sun Bleached Flies by Ethel Cain