Bruna. 28. Bisexual. Brazil. I've got a film degree.
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This is a multifandom blog. Expect lots of Hannibal and Star Trek. Also Vampire Chronicles. Lots of movies. There will be on occasion rock bands and singers. Also books and TV shows and random stuff.
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*grabby hands* JOIN US BRYAN!! WE NEED YOU!! He’s quoting AR, he is clearly one of us or an honorary one of us ok i don’t make the rules
I heard that Bryan left American Gods, and Hannibal S4 isn’t happening yet so like… what is the holdup?
Update, yeah, Bryan is at least a *~casual~* Anne Rice/VC fan:
Ex. A
^“There’s a lot of Lestat and Louis in Hannibal” !!!
Ex. B: This is in 2 parts bc he @’d her and then mentioned her advice:
Ex. C: And how did he get that advice? HE FRICKIN’ COLD-CALLED HER:
Ex. D: He was psyched when the Rices announced that the adaptation was happening <3
Ex. E: Being supportive of a VC TV series:
Ex. F: Bc reasons…
Ex. G: He’s on the same page with her politically, and politics do play a role and matter in the media, I’m sure it will be incorporated into any adaption:
I kept glancing at him and away from him, as if his green eyes were hurting me. In modern parlance he was a laser beam. Deadly and delicate he seemed. His victims had always loved him. And I had always loved him, hadn’t I, no matter what happened, and how strong could love grow if you had eternity to nourish it, and it took only these few moments in time to renew its momentum, its heat?
The Queen of the Damned (1988)
Stupidly I stared at him. How perfect he seemed to me as he stood there waiting with such kindness and such patience. And then, like a fool, I came out with it. “Do you love me now?” I asked. He smiled; oh, it was excruciating to see his face soften and brighten simultaneously when he smiled. “Yes,” he said.
Prince Lestat (2014)
I kissed him. I pressed my lips to his and I held this kiss for a long silent moment. And then I gave in to a silent wave of feeling, and I took him in my arms. I held him tight against me. I felt his unmistakable silken skin, his soft shining black hair. I heard the blood throbbing in him, and time dissolved, and it seemed I was in some old and secret place, some warm tropical grotto we’d once shared, ours alone in some way, with the scent of sweet olive blossoms and the whisper of moist breeze. “I love you,” I whispered. In a low intimate voice, he answered: “My heart is yours.”
"It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. And somehow, there was a disturbing comfort in that, and, despite myself, I’d envision his face."
—Anne Rice, Interview with a Vampire (via dreamingbluu)
"I had a dream about you…I dreamed that we were moving through the world together, you and I, and we were both serene and strong. I dreamed we fed on the evildoer…and as we looked about ourselves we felt awe and sorrow at the mysteries we beheld. But we were strong. We would go on forever. And we talked. Our conversation went on and on."
"So we reach into the raging chaos, and we pluck some small glittering thing, and we cling to it, and tell ourselves it has meaning, and that the world is good, and we are not evil, and we will all go home in the end"
—The Tale of the Body Thief, by Anne Rice (via aperitifwriting)
