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Screenshot of a Wikipedia page. A small capybara is drinking mate. The picture is captioned "Capybaras can has a sip of mate". Under that, it says "It’s OK for capybara to have a little bit of mate. They are comfortable with a sip."
Fic summary: "Still not talking about it, huh? Tell me, did it feel good to take his head off after he threw you into that wall and ran right back to your other ex?" Armand takes a step closer to Daniel, his mouth a thin line. "Speaking of things that feel good, Daniel, shall we talk about how your cock twitches every time you call me 'Dad'?" Or: Daniel Molloy needs a dad, and fortunately (or unfortunately) for him, his maker is more than willing to fill the role.
Fic summary: Armand sighs, and gestures for Alex to take a few steps to his right. He pushes Daniel to his mark by the shoulders, “Daniel, you must introduce yourself to the fans. Try not to sound your age, we don’t want to lose viewership before we explain the clip.” “And, I mean,” Daniel continues, bowling over Alex’s feeble attempt to get a word in edgewise. “This video isn’t exactly going to put a halt to the Great Conversion. This is more of a petty-revenge porn kind of thing, yeah?” “Why, this is journalism, love,” Armand says with flippant finality. “You of all people should recognize, we’re simply breaking a headline. The people need to know.”
A picture of a dark brown nesting quail. The black and yellow head of her baby is poking our from under her wing. To the right of the nest is the empty egg shell the baby hatched from.
My hand holding a rubber lighthouse shaped object. The bottom part is dark blue and thicker than the top part, which is shaped like a yellow three-story lighthouse. You can tell it's a lighthouse because there are three raised windows. Each story is a little less wide than the one below it and they're separated by a groove in the material. There's a little pointed circular roof that looks like someone just started rolling a condom down the tower.
Fic summary: CONTAINS SPOILERS THROUGH EP3 OF TVL (canon-divergent after that) Daniel had somehow just assumed that the whole world-falling-away-thing was the one thing that was specific to his bond with Armand. Had assumed that the other weird shit was just run-of-the-mill maker-fledgling stuff. But you know what they say about assumptions – they make an ass out of U and... Well, they’d mostly led to Daniel making an ass out of himself in front of every other vampire he encountered, really. In which Daniel assumes all the weird shit he’s experiencing regarding Armand are perfectly normal maker-fledgling bond things, and it’s up to everyone else to disabuse him of that notion.
Assad Zaman looking cutieful
My pov while lounging on our roof terrace. Shown are some planters with plants, the structure holding up our white tarp awning and the corner of a white-and-green kiddie pool
my hand holding a 840 gram tall but narrow tin of halal chicken lunch meat
Fic summary: Daniel Molloy is sitting down to meet the Vampire Lestat to discuss their upcoming joint venture. His maker is less than happy and lets him know by blowing up his phone. Then the tables turn.
A cold chicken and avocado 'cocktail' (think shrimp cocktail without the shrimp) with some crispy wonton skins on the side.
Photograph of a supermarket freezer taken from above. There are some loose ice cubes at the bottom and one box of peanut ice cream bars someone presumably left there in favor of the last bag of ice. On the right a small piece of the next freezer is visible to show several boxes of caramel ice cream bars.
Fic summary: "Are you fucking him?" "What? You are being absurd, Daniel." "Am I, Mr. It's Repertory Theatre, Mr. Molloy? You made a point of telling me in Dubai. Let's not forget Tuan and Quang Pham in the back row of a cinema watching, Now, Voyager." — Armand brings Alex back into the fold. It's easier for Daniel to be jealous than unpack literally anything else that's happened in the last four years.
Fic summary: They stood facing one another, neither of them moving but both of them feeling their bond working to tug them even closer, like an unbreakable string pulled taut between their hearts. Daniel was the first to break the silence. “Is... Is this real?” It felt like it couldn’t be. Like a dream or a mirage, even though they could feel each other in their bones and cells and atoms. In which Armand and Daniel are finally reunited physically. Finale to Why do Birds Suddenly Appear? and Why Do Stars Fall Down From the Sky?
Ao3 comment in Danish, machine translated to: Your text is as awful as your life obviously is. You are a loser, a person with no direction and no worth, and it is embarrassing to see how you try to get attention with this garbage. The world would be a much better and cleaner place if you were not a part of it. Why are you still struggling to exist when everyone knows it is over? There are so many ways to end your miserable existence. A quick fix with a rope, or maybe just finding a busy road and stepping out in front of a car – it is much easier than living the life you are living now. No one will miss you, because you are a shadow that leaves no trace. Do us all a favor and disappear from the face of the earth. Your death will be the only meaningful thing you have ever achieved. Stop wasting our time and end it now 💀🤮📉.
Fic summary: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR TVL EP2 It took less than two seconds after Armand had closed his eyes for their minds to find each other and crash together, Daniel’s presence washing over Armand’s like a tumultuous wave, comingling with his own. He couldn’t see his boy or hear his thoughts, but he could feel him. All of him. And he could feel Daniel feeling him, welcoming him, pressing his consciousness up against Armand’s. It warmed Armand’s long-dead soul like the sun or a fresh kill after a long fast. In which Armand feels Daniel just as intensely as Daniel feels him. Companion piece to Why Do Birds Suddenly Appear? but can be read separately.
Screenshot from TVL of Lestat saying "I have the blood of Akasha in me" but the text has been crudely edited to say "I have the texts of Akasha in my phone"
Gary Oldman as Dracula in the 1992 movie. His long hair is down, he's wearing blue cunty little glasses and a gray suit and top hat.
CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR TVL EPISODES 1 and 2 “Dan, this is very unsubtle,” Lestat drawled while Daniel was still bent over to retrieve the soap and giving the Cuntessa an unplanned but pretty comprehensive view of his ass. “If you wanted to proposition me, you could just proposition me.” In which Daniel drops the rubber duck-shaped soap.
Summary for the Devil’s Minion fic Why Do Birds Suddenly Appear? by yours truly: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR TVL EPISODE 2 During the interview in Dubai, Daniel had been convinced that the so-called ‘vampire bond’ was absolute horseshit. Vampire bond, schmampire bond. He just didn’t buy it. So he’d been extra pissed off when it had hit him that first time. In which Daniel misses his maker, and is mad as hell about it.
My hand holding a large white bowl with a thin red rim. In it are piles of peas, potato, carrots, onion, apple, pickles, boiled egg and lunch meat. Apart from the peas, everything is diced.
Summary for the fic Pot, Kettle by GrayGiantess: “Get off!” “Donne-moi – ” “I’m not getting into a fucking slap fight with you,” Daniel says, mid-slap fight, but they both continue slapping. Suddenly, Lestat grabs Daniel by the lanyard, pulls him towards himself and kisses him with a frankly ludicrous amount of tongue. Maybe Daniel kisses back a little. In which Daniel and Lestat have a turbulent co-dependent crash-out junkie situationship.
Pic of my Switch opened on Tomodachi Life. Claudia is working the til at the supermarket and one of today's specials is licorice
She looks so cute and so blonde and so tired. Long hair with soft layers and a slightly off-center center part (I had it in a side part for 20 years and it does not want to part in the middle yet). I'm wearing a multicoloured long-sleeved top and my loop earplugs on a cord around my neck. The tiles in my bathroom? A greenish blue and also cute!
Fic summary of the Lestat/Daniel fic Come Appraise me by yours truly: “Is that as far as yours go?” Daniel asked. His own fangs were fully extended but he wondered if Lestat’s were. Lestat let out a dramatic gasp, took a step away from Daniel and turned to look at him directly instead of via the mirror. “Is this not enough for you, Daniel Molloy?” he asked, motioning not at his own mouth but down the entire length of his own body. “Are you what the youth would call a ‘size queen’?” Daniel snorted. “You have got to get off Twitter. But sometimes, yeah.” In which Lestat and Daniel compare fang size. Hornily.
The walls next to my bed, absolutely plastered with IWTV stuff, including a huge poster of Loustat dancing at the Mardi Gras ball, a coffin-shaped jewellery cabinet with the inside of the lid covered in fan art and two framed prints on a little shelf.
"He wants that cookie so egging bad" meme but it's just two cake pops making eyes at each other."
Screenshot of my order confirmation for the Lestat mini Fender Lestrat
Selfie of me in the garden wearing a black T shirt with a drawing of Daniel Molloy as vampire Kermit
Screenshot of an Instagram post made by Eric Bogosian. It's a photo of him in full Daniel costume, complete with sunglasses, sitting in an armchair while manspreading and looking directly into the camera, his arms leaning on the backrest. He looks to be in a fancy hotel room. There's people drinking in the background. The coffee table in front of him is filled with dirty plates, glasses, etc, AND an object that can really only be a penis-shaped bong.
My tuxedo cat lying on an armchair on his side with all his legs stretched out, his face planted in the seat of the chair.
Me, a white woman with long wavy blonde hair with a center part looking fabulous.
Young Daniel Molloy speech bubble
Fic summary: “There is another option, a treacherous voice whispered in the back of Armand’s mind. Turn him. Don’t let him die. Don’t go on alone. “ Armand finally takes something for himself and makes Daniel out of love.
My cat Frits standing up on my nightstand on his front paws, his face in my glass of water.
Ryan Guzman dresses as a sexy priest making a big meal out of making the sign of the cross. (The premise is that he's an online scammer who is suddenly visited by a real demon.)
Two square plastic plant pots standing on a black windowsill. The pot on the left only has a plant in it, the one on the right also had a small skeletal arm sticking out like a skeleton is trying to come up out of the ground.
Meme that says "If nobody got me I know TV Insider got me. Can I get an AMEN?" With a person pointing up at the (S2) stills of Armand and Daniel from the article.
Fic summary: Daniel stutters and stumbles, flails for a moment, his own fang floating around in his mouth; his gag reflex makes the first appearance since it went dormant all the way back during the Nixon administration. “Daniel?” Armand is on him in a second, eyes wide and alert. “Daniel, what’s wrong?” People slow down and stare, concerned about the senior citizen possibly having a medical episode in the middle of the sidewalk; Armand pulls him aside; Daniel finally manages to spit the damn fang out into his hand. “What the fuck?” Armand coos, a happy beam on his face. “Oh, look, beloved, you’ve exfoliated! Congratulations!” “What the fuck?!” Or: Daniel finds out fledglings get "baby fangs" and lose the first set; Armand is a proud maker, totally normal and reasonable about his fledgling.
Fic summary: “Old enough to be my father? My grandfather, maybe?” Daniel takes a deep breath. He’s such a dirty old man. “Professor, don’t act as though you haven’t been thinking about me all semester.” or, Professor Molloy gets seduced by a student.
The same lamp as in the quoted post, now nestled inside my big shopping bag
Tiffany-style table lamp with a round shade made of mostly white glass with a red flower with a yellow heart and green leaves standing in a shop window. The metal parts of the lamp are black. It's so pretty and I need it.
Simple 'cognac' coloured leather messenger bag with a square silver buckle.
Vegetable chopper that allows you to cut vegetables into squares by pushing them through a waffle-shaped knife by closing a lid onto them.
Eric Bogosian having a super good time during promo. The words "spoil the season in a few words" are at the bottom of the picture in a bold purple font.
Fic summary: Why doesn't he remember this? Was he asleep? “I do a lot of suffering lately,” his own voice rasps on a sigh. Not asleep, then. “It's called growing old.” “Is it really so bad?” again, Armand sounds… weird. Sad, tortured almost, wistful, regretful… Daniel must be imagining it. “Right now? Yeah, it's really fucking bad.” Silence. Daniel manages to unfreeze long enough to walk back to his couch and sit down. There is still a large chunk of the recording left. His state of the art microphone is just about picking up his laboured breathing, coming out of the speakers of his not state of the art laptop very quietly despite the volume being cranked up.
Lestat from the graphic novel. Shirtless, literally white, mad muscle definition and putting a hand on his completely opaque sunglasses while...mewing?
Several plates and bowls standing on a wooden table. There's two types of cheese, crackers, grapes, little meatballs, smoked salmon, nuts and little skewers with cherry tomatoes and mozzarella
Summary of a fic by yours truly that is, in fact, titled "PESIS IS GONE" in all caps: “Okay, Jigsaw,” Daniel said out loud while he stepped farther into the room and picked the envelope up from the table. “Let’s play.” In which Armand wants to play a game and Daniel is too nosy (and too horny) to refuse.
My Finch birb asleep in her bed, with a thought bubble that shows a joker card
Screenshot showing Sam Worthington's filmography being mostly the Avatar movies with Avatar 4 not having a release date yet.
Fic summary: There’s a beat of supremely awkward silence. "I've offended you,” Armand says. “My apologies. I crossed a line.” Yeah, you fucking did. “No, that’s – it’s fine. I’ll just need my accountant to crunch the numbers on that one, is all.” Jesus H. Christ, Molloy, what are you doing, you absolute nutjob? In which Daniel's best customer asks to meet in person.
A table filled with delicious Japanese food: sushi, edamamd, sea weed salad, ebi fry, grilled beef, sweet and sour cucumber, mushrooms, and chicken skewers
Tweet saying that Sam did thirst tweets today and he learned what omegaverse is
Two A4 picture frames, the one on the left holds the DM 'razor ad' print from Blood & Brocade, the one on the right the cover print.