Just sobbing at how Ravel’s Piano Concerto in G, second movement, Adagio assai scores both the scene where DreamStat vanishes & is what actual Lestat plays in New Orleans on his plank-piano when Louis visits him in present day. It is death for me. Death by poignancy. (What a way to go.)
As if Lestat felt the music from Louis’ subconscious. I die by dissolving into music itself. An ocean of musical FEELING. 🌊🌊🌊 (Just how I desire to go. Take me now.)
I didn't believe it at first but after watching the show, Dead Boy Detectives was so obviously crafted to be catnip for the Tumblr girlies(gn), cause like. Homoerotic ghost detectives. Sassy psychics. Weird girls. Witches. A literal cat king. Sad twink that's actually a crow. Hot goth lesbian butchers. Slowburn ft. immortal beings. Gay confessions in hell. This show was crafted in a lab for us, and I LOVE IT. Go watch it if you haven't already.
I did a thing!! I've finally posted my #yoonjin van helsing au
a waltz with the devil by thewisterianlights
https://archiveofourown.org/works/55915351/chapters/141987409
and thank god Pinterest had a few ideas for the moodboard. go check it out guys!! this bby aka my 1st bts fic will finally see the light of day sooooo excited for you all to read this