hcnnibal:

two very close friends having breakfast in bed ☕️

theultravs:

[ID: a digital drawing of Curt Wild from Velvet Goldmine over a cream colored background. he’s in a long sleeve black shirt with white accents and has long blond hair. he’s smiling with a cigarette in his mouth and is making a heart shape with his hands. End ID]

<3

kenconffetti:

love this concept 

illustoryart:

And when I’m off in the stars,
I won’t even think about you.

remarried:

some Louis and Lestat from my Patreon (that I sadly closed last summer, RIP to my Patreon)

hedonistbyheart:

“Then he leant forward, closing the distance between us, and pressed his smooth silken lips against the side of my face. I meant to pull away, but he used all his strength to hold me still, and I allowed it, this cold, passionless kiss, and he was the one who finally drew back like a collection of shadows collapsing into one another, with only his hand still on my shoulder, as I sat with my eyes on the altar still. Finally I rose slowly, stepping past him, and motioned for Mojo to wake and come.”

***

“At last I sprang into action. I hurried up the street, sprinting easily past the mortals who could scarcely see me, and found a glass-walled phone booth and slipped into it and slammed the door. (…)

“Listen to me,” I said, blurting out my name in full as I began. “This isn’t going to make sense to you, but it’s dreadfully important. The body of David Talbot has just been rushed to a hospital in the city of Miami. I don’t even know which hospital! But the body is badly wounded. The body may die. But you must understand. David is not inside this body. Are you listening? David is someplace …”

The tale of the body thief by Anne Rice

purrahms:

before you & after you

dec-d:

🐏🐑🐏🐑

drawingllamas:

Sandra Oh as Eve from the TV series Killing Eve - commission for @wearevillaneve

I’m very happy I got to work on this project, thank you again for commissioning me!

xxhellonursexx:

In the earliest years of Louis and Lestat’s relationship, cameras didn’t exist. So one day, they decided, “Hey! Let’s put on our old 18th-century clothes and go into one of those mall photo booths! Recreate the magic, so to speak!”

Once in the booth, however, the absurdity of it all hit them. Here they were, an 18th-century couple in velvet frockcoats, assuming a serious, dignified pose in a “Three Shots for a Dollar” photo booth in a modern mall next to the scummy food court’s McDonalds, as “We Can’t Stop” plays on the overhead. 

And how they laughed! Louis, in particular, laughed until he cried.