i know what kicked off my interest in vampires and it was watching Queen of the Damned when i was eleven and it greatly influenced what i think of vampires to this day. also it made me very interested in Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines when i was thirteen because it had the exact same vibes
#crops #vampires running nightclubs and being in rock bands? VERY queen of the damned. love it. #im pretty sure a lot of what's in vtmb is based on Anne Rice's novels. not all of it but definitely a lot of vampire functionality does.
Just got out of yet another interview and they threw in a fun question which was "who's your favorite superhero" and I blanked and all I could think of were villains, rip 😭
#i did end up telling them Valkyrie bc i couldnt think of anyone else and saw her promo pic today #but i did also tell them poison ivy and magneto whoops #apparently im their first villain person come on man #i was filtering through the x men in my mind and i couldn't remember my faves that were heros all i could think of were the villains #god damn #and of course i cant say i dont think ivy and magneto really are villains like aghhhhh #im also sick and lost my voice so my voice was cracking and shredded the whole time im out here sounding like anne bonny #thank god for the cepacol but damn my throat is a war zone currently #they were quite eager literally they called to set up and interview less than an hour after id submitted my application 😳 #also i did get a job a few weeks ago but they had a hiring freeze literally hours after they sent me my official offer #i can't catch a break #but hey this place pays more and has great benefits and mission so im hoping #i was also offered another job somewhere else but that's a long story #i keep getting almosts and in the third rounds but then splat #i do have to say i am kinda proud i was competing against someone with ten years of experience so im doing smth right #over and over again #im so tired of almosts like god. job. actually. please #p
He also liked television-the entire electric process of it, with its tiny bits of light. How soothing it was to have the company of television, the intimacy with so many artfully painted faces speaking to you in friendship from the glowing screen.
Damn, it sucks finding out that your mutuals aren't the kind of person you thought they were :(
#not talking about having different opinions #talking about how they respond to finding out you have a different opinion than them #damn #this roe vs wade thing has really shown another side in people #one i wish didnt have to be shown #ann here
Guys ok it's sad that the girls can't return to amphibia and be with their found family at all anymore but the alternative could have been another 'Star vs The Forces of Evil' finale situation and we don't want any of that. Trust me, it could have been wayyyyyy worse
@farriman wished » normally, megan lets birthdays pass with no real fanfare, knowing she’s the black sheep and that she’ll get returned soon for causing too much trouble. it’s not like tanya didn’t tell her as much — either back to the orphanage or to a facility for “mental kids” like her. everyone in this house is cruel to her, she thinks. everyone except one.
and it’s his birthday, the scarlet knight who saved tabitha from her fate. megan isn’t the sort to express gratitude, at least, not in a way that people understand, but she’d figured she would make an effort today, on april the twenty-ninth.
so she had secured two pieces of paper. one was a piece of red construction paper she’d stolen from the art room, and the other was a blank white sheet of paper. she’d folded the red one into something that looked like an envelope and secured it with a piece of clear tape once her gift was safely kept within.
she had considered leaving dennis a lollipop inside the envelope, but disliked how it made the gift bulge strangely, so she kept it in her mouth as she drew. it’s a childish drawing, like all of her drawings are, of her and dennis. he’s in his classic red jacket, coloured in brightly, and he’s smiling with angry brows. megan stands beside him, smiling and holding onto tabitha. the pair of them are hugging. just to symbolize that this is a birthday picture, she draws a bunch of different coloured balloons in the air. perfect.
armed with her gift, megan creeps to dennis’ room and unceremoniously opens the door. it’s still dark out — probably three or four in the morning, if she guessed, but she’d forgotten to check the time when she clambered out of bed and ran down the hall like a ghost in her nightgown. she observes dennis and anthony squished together in their shared bed, locked in an embrace with anthony’s head crushed against dennis’ broad chest. megan decides not to enter the room. instead, she places the envelope on the floor. she’d already written DENNIS on it in big letters, so she knows he’ll look at it. and with that, she closes the door and heads back to her room. // HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my darling dennis!!! this is part one of five of the dennis pictures anthology
morning's a slow affair like always ; dragging on as dark eyes struggle to stay open. lids heavy with bone deep exhaustion and skin wrinkled from sleep. dennis knows what day it is, obviously, though he can't say he's been looking forward to it much. irritation prickling along muscular coiled arms at the ordeal, already feeling the back of his neck heat up in embarrassment when he's awoken by his more affectionate than usual roommate. yeah, yeah. so he's reached his early twenties ; big deal! the slow creeping of age isn't something to be celebrated, and he's outgrown birthdays the moment he hit double digits. but he tries to keep the snapping to a minimum. not wanting to garner a headache so early in the morning and, reluctantly, not wanting to push anthony away when he's being so attentive. brimming with this extra sweetness that dennis is more than starved for -- which means be on your best behavior. there's still a nasty glower on his face and a mean stomp to his step, yet there's an understanding between the two of them that he could be worse. leaving nothing but a wisp of appreciation in the air and tender, lazy looks to be exchanged. the rockstar perches on the edge of their bed, idly stretching out strong legs, and resigns himself to watching anthony change through curling bangs. strands of fluffy hair brushing against the sensitive skin of his eyelids whenever his head tilts ; violently reminding dennis he'll have to be thorough with combing later. after all, loathe as the older boy is to admit it, today's probably the only day of the year that everyone's eyes will be on him. least he can do is spend some solid minutes preening himself in the bathroom so they'll actually have something to look at.
a hand reaches up to scrub at his face, roughly wiping at sharp features in an attempt to wake up a little more. grumpily clearing his gravelly throat in order to warm up strained vocal cords. his thumb's calloused pad trailing down from the solidness of his cheekbone to his throat where he briefly presses. feeling the vibrations bubbling beneath as he coughs and breathes before he lets his hand drop entirely. dennis can't explain it, can't put it into words, but there's this ache curling around every bone in his body. this weight that makes it a struggle to push himself to his feet, and when he does finally manage to stand -- the world almost appears to tilt and spin. pointed vision blurring every edge and whirling like those fast paced cable shows. knees wobbling unsteadily and everything edged with darkness, which isn't helped by how dennis stubbornly keeps his eyes open instead of blinking. hand cupping the edge of the nightstand between their beds as he concentrates his gaze on the sliver of bare, milky skin that helps make up anthony's gangly legs. stubbled jaw clenching until his sight slowly evens out. and after seconds tick by, even if dennis feels like it lasted an eternity, his vision settles right as the younger boy's legs disappear from sight. covered now by the feminine ( girly , ugh ) flair of bell-bottom jeans. he's quick to right himself and fall back on an imposing stance. wide chest puffed out and arms crossing, the obvious strength hidden behind the skin flexing in the form of rippling veins. he doesn't waste time on mourning the loss of anthony's body ( why does he always cover up like he's a nun, for christ's sake? ) nor on the sudden spill he endured. just waves it off as not having enough protein in his system, dead set on ignoring how his stomach flips by busying himself with his dresser. it's only then, in a stroke of odd luck, that he notices the out of place red that's staining his floor. being able to make out the clumsy, sprawled words of his name before he carefully picks it up.
brows furrow as he examines the shitty cheap paper ; taking in DENNIS for all it's glory before he slowly flips it over. a motion he repeats a couple more times, as if he expects words to magically appear on the back. when they don't, his index finger carelessly slips underneath the seal and pushes up with force. delighting in the sound that erupts from the construction paper ripping, glad that he took the destructive route rather than fiddling with the single square of clear tape. not like he was gonna save this envelope. dennis can't remember the last time he's received something handmade that he hasn't tossed in the trash. it's what it is, anyway. pieces of paper that are meaningless in the long run, that'll be torn up or soiled in time. and with a room as dirty as his? he makes sure to save himself of any excess waste. conveniently, dennis doesn't remember the bent handmade card that's tucked in an old notebook somewhere ; kept close despite how little he thinks of the gesture. it'd been from tanya, when she was in her glitter phase in early freshman year, though he doesn't pay it any mind right now. too absorbed in the high that's bred from hating on things people care about. hurriedly shaking the envelope until the item slips out and floats to the floor, with the rockstar in no hurry to pick it up. in an attempt to stretch, he lazily rolls broad shoulders and relishes in the relief that's punctuated with every crack or pop. fisting large hands together to pop every knuckle and feel the result ; air flowing breezily through the muscle that had once tightened around the bone. takes his sweet time with cracking his neck and shaking off the remaining drowsiness with a few fast shakes. he won't fess up to it to anyone, not even himself really, but he wasn't showing off to be a dick. there's a part of him that's tense and uneasy over the odd morning sickness earlier, and he's trying to take the steps needed to insure it doesn't happen again. can't have anthony catching on, or he'll be pestered about it for months. can't handle big blue eyes all watery and red rimmed fixated on him right now. certainly not when dennis' body continues to tense up after every stretch, and the building gunk in the pits of his belly never loosening no matter how many times he twisted or shook. still, better than nothing. he should start working out again in the mornings if this keeps up. damn birthdays and growing pains.
the piece of paper is eventually picked up ; fingers gripping too hard and causing the fragile thing to dent and curl. going unnoticed by eyes that, for a moment, widen into full moons upon seeing what's been drawn on the surface. there's no guard up, every fence post sinking down into the earth's core, as he painfully swallows down the ire that'd been burning in the sensitive column of his throat. face softening into something gentle but unreadable, a far off look in his eye as the tip of his bitten nail traces along the confident lines. it's hard to grasp how a child can express vulnerability better than he can, sometimes. the slow churning of his brain unable to comprehend how anyone can show their affection ( love, he knows, but is too afraid to think it outright ) by silly lines and warm colors. and to think the rockstar claims to be a musician, huh? an unsure, small smile pokes at his face while he stands there, stock still, and quietly takes it in. guilt gnawing at a hidden compartment within over not noticing megan's handwriting previously, over not thinking of the brat at all. if his eyes start stinging at the illustration of her stupid doll named tabitha, he won't acknowledge it. keen on ignoring the way his body wants to tremble, limbs weak and heart lurching into his throat. like it wants to spill out and flood the drawing, like he wants to imprint it with something meaningful. spill evidence that he can't say or think. it forces him to suck in a shaky breath when it becomes too much. nostrils flaring at how greedily he inhales, almost enough in his right mind to get nervous about how noisy he's being. wondering if anthony hears -- knowing that his roommate has and is, probably, just kindly keeping quiet. the older man lingers in the bubble for a moment longer. face changing in a flurry of emotion he can't conceal. noticing the hastily drawn balloons and knowing in his soul that they were probably last minute. taking in the intimate touch of the badly drawn hug ( when was the last time he hugged her anyway? ) ; although dennis continues to believe that megan's probably the best artist in his grade. letting out this strangled sort of noise, an expansive sound in his chest, when he sees his expression. brows cartoonishly angry but there's a smile there nonetheless. an odd sense of being seen worms into his mouth and he weakly curses under his breath, a tiny croak of, “fuck.”
it's a small gesture that goes a long way. that gives him a fierce desire to lumber out of the room and seek megan out, a rarity just like her gift is. clap her firmly on the shoulder and watch the girl stumble ( an image so vivid he thinks he's seen it before ) and say, words slurred with affection, 'atta girl.' but no matter how much he wants to, dennis knows he won't. can't bring himself to. being around megan is hard, so fucking hard, which means he'll keep avoiding her like she has the plague and keep to himself. choke down on what he wants to say and pretend he never received an envelope at all. might say he threw it away if asked, in typical cruel fashion. it's better this way for him, so he takes that road instead of the other one. yanking every emotion out of his body and bundling them into a single ball before he tucks it all away inside. shoved deep down so his actions aren't influenced. right on cue his bubble gets popped when he feels anthony gather close, that familiar chill and stare making the hair on his arms rise. he spins on his heel and levels the boy with a look, feelings masked with how naturally he summons up annoyance. the drawing being crumbled in one hand in order to shroud it from view ; completely ruined by said action but kept safe in the burning warmth of his palm. it's for nobody's eyes but his, anyway.
it's scarily easy to distract himself too. anthony makes it so simple, with the endearing way he stands all proper. with the way he's holding something gift wrapped. dennis moves on like it's nothing, glaring suspicious daggers at the boy and drawling out, “done, slowpoke?” before seizing the space right above anthony's elbow. forcing the gifts close and sniffing, mouth pinched tight to hide any signs of a smile. “what's that ya got there? it for me?” the last thing he does with megan's gift is drop it to the floor and kick it underneath their bed. to be forgotten about until he remembers to grab it later. not sparing a single thought on if he'll keep it on not, because he already knows he will. it's his, he reminds himself, and stuff that's his doesn't belong in the trash. that's all.
#◆ ROCKSTAR ENVY ﹎ dennis / in character #&& farriman #BIRTHDAY ASK !! bet you thought i wouldn't respond to any of them today huh #well i AM ... going to try that is !! #tbh not even gonna edit these much bc its his borth and im feeling loose #today is a day for fun and dennis !! tis all. no perfection just clarkes. which is as it should be!! #did wanna say i adored all the asks you sent and um you didnt HAVE to but it was so very sweet #im like yes the clarkes DO care about each other. maybe in their own ways. maybe in ways that can't be understood #but they love each other .... im like 🥺 #im so sad i didnt do this for anthonys bday now actually im like damn wish i rped all the clarkes #bc you know anne wouldve went HARD on his bday. and james wouldve given him a book yk #anyway!! this was really sweet i have such a vivid picture of the drawing in my head its so cute #dennis be like : *feels david* *feels david* *feels david* #the d&m dynamic is chefs kiss. he loves you sm megan i prommy its just a struggle #bc lowkey besides the fact it weirds him out im like ... bet his soul feels a little guilty abt yk. DITCHING the m's #like cannot stress enough it drives me crazy knowing david rlly was like ... i would rather die than try and live #for this child whom i love and loves me #ITS JUST .... no words. basically the d's love the m's but its <3 hard to be around them specifically #thats my lore dump for the day. and OH! im making this bday thing concerning and angsty btw #keep thinking about dennis hitting 20 and feeling like something's wrong ... its just such a good concept for me #so expect to see that littered abt. yk me i cant keep back the inherent angst with the lh cast #ANYWAY youre sweet megan is sweet i believe in d&m and t&a respectively. sibling moments #edit : LOL today thats so funny his bday was 5ever ago but. here <3 #i know i should wait to post the anthony one so its all in order but i wanted you to have smth today ... !
#<- just caught up on amphibia #uhhhhhh #that was emotional gut punch after emotional gut punch #and the fight with anne v REDACTED and sasha v REDACTED was so much???? #like it was so well animated and that one specific transition???? #and the 'this isnt real is it?'!!!!!! the completion of the themes!!! of accepting reality and not viewing life as a fantasy #the scene where theyre watching the movie and they fall asleep. that shit hurt #that HURT #also??? did REDACTED just straight up commit suicide??????? #like damn? #that letter hit hard but i wasnt expecting that #it was all very good #the line Im not that person anymore! like damn! #good stuff
So i discovered Amazon prime has Queen of the damned in their membership included now and i decided to finally give it a watching. To say that i'm disappointed is an understatement.
First of all: Who was this movie even made for? Like what's the target audience? As a common fantasy movie watcher you're not gonna be able to understand a thing because the lore behind the vampire chronicles isn't being explained and as a fan you're disappointed because there's a huge chunk of the actual story line missing and the rest is a complete mess. And i'm not critisizing the actors because they did a wonderful job with what they were given!
The movie already starts bad. Okay Lestat is sleeping because he is so disappointed in the world. But we're not given an explanation as to why! Why is he feeling that way? We would know if there had been a movie about the vampire Lestat! Because in order to for QOTD to make sense, you need to know what happened in Lestats backstory! Also Louis is missing, which rids the movie out of the depth of Louis begging Lestat not be influenced by Akasha and feeling betrayed by the fact the love of his undead life has run off to be with this evil Vampire Queen.
Moving on to Lestats movie backstory: Why was it changed to Marius as his maker? It doesn't make sense! It's a really important detail that Magnus made Lestat and there were a lot of dead young men looking just like him with blonde hair and grey eyes and he was finally the satisfying result in a series of failures! Also it's not explained why Marius is keeping watch over Akasha and Enkil which is a very important part in the book! The fact that they themselves sort of chose him to do it and why he was never able to get a reaction out of them!
Regarding Maharet: Oh boy. Her story was completely left out. Common viewers were sure confused why she was so adament about Akasha being stopped. The whole connection between her and Akasha was non existent in the movie! Also Mekare was missing so the whole ending of the movie didn't make sense.
About the Talamasca: No explanation as to what exactly it is and why it even exists and how Jesse came to work for them. Also David is supposed to be an elderly man, in his early to middle sixties! Paul McGann is an awesome actor but his reasoning being to old to be a vampire at the end doesn't make sense if he is portrayed as someone in his 40s with not a single grey hair to be seen!
Akasha: God bless Aaliyas soul in heaven! She did a great job portraying her. But this version of Akasha did not do her justice! It didn't show that her plan wasn't to kill all humans, she wanted to kill all the men, because women are superior in her eyes! Why would you leave that out?
Also the movie has a really weird pacing! When it reached the climax i was actually questioning if i was watching a cut down version. One moment Lestat sees Akasha is actually evil and selfish and it looks like he is questioning her and in the next he is by her side and we get the fight scene. Like...what? Where do we see the others joining forces to fight Akasha? Where do we see him being in a conflict about loving Akasha but not wanting to see her destroy the world?
So all in all this movie is a goddamn mess and a sad waste of money.