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ur favourite ao3 author definitely has to go back and reread their own stuff cuz they forgot major plot points in their own writing btw it's just a fact

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It’s very ironic that the best way to spark chaos in the D&D fandom is to ask people to define what “lawful” is in the context of alignment.

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we transposed your girlfriend into a minor key. yeah she’s much more interesting and sinister now

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i know there’s more than this out there but it really is incredible that people will look at a fictional character someone else wrote and collectively say “I will write you a hundred happy endings.”

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fathers casually dropping the craziest lore of their lives in the middle of a conversation

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Dracula voice: I would have gotten away with it if it weren’t for my lawyer, his wife, his wife’s girlfriend, his wife’s girlfriend’s fiancé and their extra boyfriends the Cowboy and the doctor and the doctor’s thesis advisor who knows how to kill vampires for some reason!

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A Letter to a Shattered Love

Like all stories, it began. Falling for the first time is the hardest because you don’t know how to land; Comfort is the strangest when it’s not something you’ve ever known. They said now I'm grown I have to navigate this labyrinth on my own But you just handed me a ball of woolen thread And suddenly I feel like it’s not just in my head. I don’t ever want to leave this Place, I never want to go back to that old and useless chase, But we both know we dance in a burning paradise. You think that I should actually value my own life, But the thing is, all I’ve ever known is hard goodbyes. Yesterday you said you liked my eyes. Maybe this might work if I decided not to lie, And you might be the one where I start to try.

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Rainbow Gravestones

Not very far away from here, Just beyond the river docks, Where Yew Street meets Dove’s Creek There sits an ancient cemetery Where, instead of ghosts and broken eyes, There lives a thousand gleaming rainbow gravestones.

Some are carved from marble, White inlaid with grey and gold, Others from obsidian, Shining black against the ever-dying grass; There are red ones made of ruby And from jade and emerald come all the shades of green; There are blue stones made from sapphire And clear ones carved from diamond and pale pearl; The pink ones are made from kunzite and the purple ones from jade; Orange ones are formed from hunks of hardened amber; Moonstone makes the silver And Topaz is the careful gold.

I do not know why there is a cemetery there, I only know it is; And how the stones are safe I do not understand, Though I have seen how more times than I can count.

The city sends officials often, To ask why the plot has not been turned into an office Or a new clean block of homes, But when we show them they stop talking and simply watch. The city never sends the same officials twice, Though sometimes I think I see them at the gate.

Thieves, too, are often frozen by this sombre garden - I see them sometimes, walking there at night, They arrive with dreams of wealth and they do get through the gates, Though they never get much farther than that.

We do not know who is buried there - Not who they loved or where they lived, Nobody ever recognizes the names, And the numbers are the one part of the yard That time has taken with it as a gift for a long-forgotten goddess.

You can visit there, If you do not intend it harm, You can breeze right through the iron gate And walk among the shining rocks. The graveyard only freezes those who mean to harm it.

And all of us who live here, In these tired homes along the docks, Visit often and with flowers. Every month the old butcher's boy cuts the grass, And the old woman who makes pies in the house across the road - She drops them off on Fridays And always has a pristine dish to make the Sunday roast in.

Not very far away from here, Just beyond the tailor’s and the grocer’s stop Where Yew Street meets Dove's Creek, There sits an ancient cemetery Where, instead of death and crying hearts, There lives a thousand gleaming rainbow gravestones.

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wikipedia is a gem

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Reflection on a Starless Night

Even on a starless night, Where shadows rule and desperate monsters fight; The river flows Because the river knows the stars.

The clouds can’t stop the stars from shining, They can only stop our sight. And though they are convincing When they stay the stars have left It makes a tired fool of those who listen.

The stars still shine; They always will (They live far too high away to ever notice clouds).

We do, of course - We know the storms they bring, We cannot vanish to the sky to escape the roaring gales. We must stand against the ceaseless wind to see the bright sun rise again.

The only way out of any storm is through, And death is not the escape it promises to be - It does not know that we have outlived the clouds before (The stars are what we’re made of, after all).

Even on a starless night, There is a way for you to reach the light: Stay alive.

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Hi, I'm really curious what Armand headcanons you have rotating in your head? Thank you!

im so glad you’re curious i could go in forever

- always just. attached to daniel. hanging on his arm or curled around him in bed or with a vice grip around his waist laying on his lap on the couch. that is his guy and he is velcro-d to him

- i reference this one a lot but he’d loooove björk like it’s so serious. staring at the wall listening to björk make noises into his giant ipad baby headphones for hours

- autism (idek if this is a headcanon i’m simply observing behaviours 💭)

- i’ve talked about this one but during the beanie babies craze of the 90’s he becomes an obsessive collector. apartments full. it’s bad. this one is his favorite though (keeps him in his pocket)

- armand doesn’t laugh a whole lot, but when he does it’s really big and loud and infectious. it’s mostly like creepy weird shit he thinks is funny, but daniel can make him laugh pretty hard too

- he likes and will try most video games but his favourites are mom-targeted ones. candy crush

- gets super into nfts at some point. mostly into the scamming idiots aspect of it. also crypto

- armand loves re-animator (and the bride of) when it comes out. something about a short tiny violent freak with autism and his tall annoyed husband named dan captivates him but not sure what

- he starts off kind of just imitating what daniel wears when they first get together, but ends up finding his own little posh gay style :J he does still like to steal a lot of daniels clothes but that’s for boyfriend reasons

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i love you. on purpose.

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The Appendix: Transmasculine Joy in a Transphobic Culture - Liam Konemann

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I once again remind you there’s no such thing as an “illegal ship” bc it’s fucking fiction

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'There are hints about who Lestat is,' Cruise said about Interview, 'but you hear it all from Louis' viewpoint.' To Louis--and in many ways, in the movie--Lestat is a remorseless, manipulative killer. But to Cruise, Lestat was the hero.

Cruise's performance is informed by a history found only in the other books. In Interview, Lestat alludes to his troubled past, but refuses to go into detail. 'Lestat's a very difficult role because he is an incredibly internalized character,' said Cruise.

'He's really a terribly lonely character,' noted Cruise. 'Everything that Lestat does he does out of love and longing--yet he's sadistic.' He saw that Lestat's goading Louis to cheer up is his way of precluding another suicidal abandonment. When Lestat rails at Louis for starving himself, he's not angry--he's hurt, and Cruise presses the viewer to draw a distinction that our narrator can't recognize.

'Everyone was saying to me, 'Oh, Lestat's so evil.' And I remember thinking, 'Jesus, are these people looking at the same character that I'm looking at?'' said Cruise, noting the irony that audiences--and Louis--expect Lestat to act human when he is anything but. By definition, vampirism means drinking human blood--to ask anything different of Lestat would be like demanding that a fish breathe air. 'Lestat believes what he is doing is correct,' insisted Cruise. 'And as a vampire, it is correct.'

Yet Cruise's efforts to do right by his character hamper the actual film and expose its weaknesses. Lestat is meant to represent callow bloodlust and Louis the tortured soul. But if audiences think Lestat is likeable--and thanks to Cruise, they do--then Louis becomes an unappreciative drag. When Pitt mumbles, 'Forgive me if I have a lingering respect for life,' a line that should earn empathy, Cruise is so exasperated by his willful stubbornness that Louis seems gratingly naïve.

'He really does love Louis,' insisted Cruise, and in his character's visible, building frustration with Pitt lies the story's true pain.

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current list of names armand has been called by other character’s:

my angel child, foul mouthed whelp, impudent and miserable boy, my sharp tongued sarcastic nasty ungrateful little genius of god, horrid damnable little devil, despicable little angel, weeping cherub, little imp, spoiled little angel, little man - manikin - elf, immortal idiot, little ganymede of zeus, impregnable little boy, little cherub, smart devil-tongued little imp, little ganymede of the blasphemers, you willful blazing cherub, devil’s imp.

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NEED to hear your nicki rant desperately

i accidentally deleted it before i could like copy and paste it somewhere else HAHA but i have a screenshot because i was bitching about it to my friend too