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#cries in Louis de Pointe du Lac
nakiaslilhoodoo · 1 year
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Do Lestat be…
Do Louis be…
Do T’Challa be…
But…what do I be?
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onlymywishfulthinking · 9 months
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A family of performers - Interview with the Vampire (2022–)
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raspbee · 1 year
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louis de pointe du lac  +  his red/maroon suits.
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INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE Louis + crying
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draculasbane · 2 years
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Rare art posting but I’m rly excited for the IWTV show ^_^
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missfreija · 1 month
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''I don't think Louis has ever caught on to the twentieth century -- the sense of irony, of the absurd. I don't think he wants to. He'll always be with Verlaine and Rimbaud, with Baudelaire and with Lord Byron, with Shelley and Goethe''
the most accurate thing i've ever read thank you anne
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leslutdepointedulac · 23 days
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hellooo 2/3/10 for lestat/louis 💓
2. What their love letters look like
Lestat tries to be super poetic and romantic, but it gets to a point where he's trying just a bit too hard. Louis can tell this when he reads them, but he doesn't think that makes it any less romantic. If anything that makes it more so, because he knows that Lestat really tried to say something sweet. Lestat's best love letters though, are the ones he writes to Louis with absolutely no intention of him ever seeing them. It's in these ones that Lestat doesn't try hard at all, in the sense that he doesn't overthink it and try to make it sound all flowery. It's when his most true and deepest feelings for Louis come out and he finds himself too embarrassed, and like it's too raw and vulnerable to ever show Louis. This is why he hides them away. Little does he know however, that Louis has come across these from time to time and read them. These are the letters from Lestat that make him the most emotional, often bringing tears to his eyes. But he always puts them back and doesn't say a word about having found and read them. Lestat will never know that Louis knows, and that's okay.
Louis' love letters to Lestat on the other hand, are seemingly effortless in their romance. They're not over the top, or underwhelming in any way, they're just the perfect amount of romantic and soppy. Louis used to be afraid to show his true feelings for Lestat, and would keep things brief and simple. But now that he's far more comfortable in himself and his relationship with Lestat, he doesn't hold back. He feels as though he's been much too hard on Lestat in the past, especially in regards to withholding his love and affection. Louis doesn't want Lestat to ever feel like he's not enough for him, or like there's any doubt that he loves him wholeheartedly. So now Louis lets it all out. Depending on how open he is in his letters, Louis will either give Lestat his letter to him directly and be there when he reads it. Or he will put it somewhere he'll see it and allow him to read it alone. In these instances the letters are especially honest, and Lestat will have a good cry over it before going to Louis afterwards so they can spend their time hugging and generally enjoying each other's company. Or they'll have the most tender, loving sex which usually results in both of them crying at the end. Sometimes, Lestat can also convince Louis to read his letter to him out loud for him, but that's only on some occasions.
3. Which one outlives the other, and how they cope
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So the short and simple answer is if either of them died, doesn't matter who, then the other one of them wouldn't cope at all and that's a fact. But ikyk that and that's not the answer you're looking for, so here's the full answer.
Let's look at both options:
If Lestat outlived Louis, he would be a complete and utter wreck. He would simply shut down and move through life on auto-pilot. Nothing and no-one would be able to get him out of it. He would be a shell of himself. His smile would disappear, his laughter would no longer ring out through the halls, he would lock himself away and allow no-one to enter for any reason. Everyone would be sick with worry for him, but there wouldn't be a single thing they could do to ease his suffering. Only Louis could ever bring him that, and now he's gone. Eventually, the grief would become all too much for Lestat, he'd be sick with it. He would be overwhelmed in the end. And knowing that he couldn't go on another day without his Louis, he would set out to end his own life. Being too powerful for the sun though, I can imagine he'd go as far as to ask for the others to kill him like Benedict had done. They would refuse at first, tell him he wasn't in his right mind, but Lestat would insist. He would scream and cry and beg for them to end his pain, until they would have no choice but to listen.
As for Louis, it would be more or less the same. If he outlived Lestat, he would go mute, never speak again. He would haunt the hallways like a ghost. Not even Armand would be able to bring him any comfort. Louis wouldn't read anymore, he wouldn't sit by the fire and listen to Sybelle's playing. He too would become a husk, a shell of the man he once was. Without Lestat, Louis wouldn't function anymore. Not only would he no longer be truly living, he wouldn't even be surviving. Just merely existing. Everybody would try so hard to bring Louis back to himself, but to no avail. He would be utterly lost. He would do nothing but sit and stare mutely at nothing; not moving, not blinking. And like Lestat, Louis would come to a point where he would no longer even exist without his Lestat, and he too would go out to die. Being less powerful than Lestat, he wouldn't need to go through the theatrics of begging for release by the hands of others. He would simply go out, without a word to anyone, and let the sun take him.
Only in death, could Louis and Lestat have their peace if the other died. Only when they were together again, could they ever regain their happiness.
The long and short of it is, if either one of them died, the other would too in the end.
Louis would perish if Lestat perished.
"I can't bear the thought of existence now without you."
10. What TV shows they watch together, and which ones they hide from the other
I think they would watch reality tv together ngl 😂 Lestat would love it, and very openly. Louis would also love it but he would rather go back to eating rats than admit it. I think Lestat watches teen dramas but hides that he watches them because Louis would never let him live it down if he found out. And I think Louis would probably watch really extreme horror films and/or true crime documentaries. The only reason I think he would hide that he watches them, is because Lestat would be like "Oh so humans being hacked to pieces is fine, but vampirism is too far?!"
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parrishands · 2 years
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i'm OBSESSED with louis being such a girl's dad, discussing with lestat about the best cloth of claudia's skirt, screaming whe he heards she running through the house, giving her a pink coffin that she loved, HE'S SUCH A GOOD DAD
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Meeting the vampires as Jennifer Lawrence eating hotwings:
Tasty: Daniel
Checking to see if this is real: Santiago
Hope I'm like "this is a good vampire": Louis
This one is WarM: Lestat
Giving Anne Rice lineup critiques: Madeleine/ Antoine/ Antoinette
she's WAAARM: Armand
In the beginning I asked if this show was real... it's real: Claudia
*immediately sobs": Nicolas
NOTHING HELPSSS: Akasha
is this one bad??? what do mean by shaking it? What are you doing? What do you mean... what do you mean: Marius
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The season finale is done!!!
This was such a beautiful and unique adaptation to the novels. I’m really excited for the second season. I think Jacob Anderson and Sam Reid are my favorite Lestat and Louis actors, and Bailey Bass had me see Claudia in a new light.
Thanks again @bendy-n-stuff for joining me
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lightlsh · 1 year
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i was reading about Ivor Novello (actor) last night, about him and his "partner", Robert Andrews (also actor) who met and then became lovers. and then i remembered about loustat being end game in the series, because !! and im quoting wiki for this:
"Andrews and Novello both had relations with other men over the course of their long-term relationship, but Andrews remained Novello's primary companion until Novello's death in 1951."
LIKE???? thats LOUSTAT !!!
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victorianpining · 1 year
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The big man in the big house. Stuffing cotton in my ears so I can’t hear their cries.
The Confession of Louis de Pointe du Lac
-Part 2/?-
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rebelliousstories · 19 days
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Family
25 Days of Ficmas
Relationship: Louis Pointe du Lac x Reader, Lestat de Lioncourt x Reader
Fandom: Interview With The Vampire
Request: No
Warnings: Fluff, Light Angst
Word Count: 910
Masterlist: Here
Summary: Claudia has requested that everyone get along for one night. Hopefully, they can make her Christmas wish come true.
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Every Christmas, Claudia was given any and every present she desired. New dresses, dolls, fabulous art; you name it she had it. And since being gifted a mother figure, she only had one wish for Christmas. Well, one main wish. She wanted everyone to play night and have a family night in for Christmas. Her two papas and mama bickered constantly. Louis tended to isolate himself from the other two, but she never went without love from them.
Oh, they would pretend in front of her, but she knew that they would argue when she retreated into her coffin for the evening. They would try to keep their voices down in the beginning but inevitably, they would start shouting at some point. One night, Claudia hit her breaking point. Her papas and mama had been arguing for hours. The sun had almost risen, and they still were not done. Crawling out of her bed, she held her doll tight as she made her way to the living room where the adults stood.
“All he is asking is that you don’t bring Claudia along with you to hunt all the time, Les. Please, she’s an impressionable young lady and it’s Christmas. Will you please calm down for an evening?” Her mama pleaded, grasping Lestat’s hands in hers. He tugged them away sharply.
“Well, I think she should be going out. Experiencing life as a creature of the night. Why shouldn’t we when it’s Christmas? It’s not like god has forsaken us or anything.” He lamented, as dramatic as ever. Louis remained silent, which gave the young girl the perfect time to slip in.
“Will you all stop fighting?” Claudia demanded, standing firm in her place.
“Claudia, what are you doing up?” Louis finally spoke after a moment, coming to scoop her up. She let her papa hold her to his chest, while she continued to speak.
“I couldn’t sleep because of the arguing. It’s not right for you all to be this unhappy at Christmas.” She cried, tucking her face into Louis’ shoulder.
“Oh dear,” her mama came near, “we’re not unhappy. Just sometimes adults sound that way when they are passionate about something.” Stroking her daughter’s head, Claudia’s eyes became wide and filled with tears as she looked around.
“Will you please get along for one night? No arguments or anything. Just one night, please?” Her tears flowed down her face, and even Lestat seemed moved by the display. No one said anything as they looked at each other.
“Let’s get you to bed, little one.” Mama and Louis walked with her still in his grasp to her coffin. They laid her down, and with a final goodnight kiss to her perfectly curled head, the lid was shut. Walking out of the room, the couple stopped for a moment and stood in silence as they took in the gravity of Claudia’s words.
“Have you finally decided to join me once more, or am I too much trouble for you?” Lestat growled as they re-entered the room. She made her way across the floor, skirts flowing behind her to hold the blonde vampire.
“Les, we only want what is best for Claudia. But you heard her tonight. All out arguing is doing her no favors. Let’s just try to be more understanding for the season?” He stopped, and just stood there with an indignant expression on his face. Looking over, Louis seemed to straighten up under his gaze, with hopeful green eyes. Lestat held out a hand to his other lover, and brought him into the mix. Everyone was holding each other and standing still in the moment.
“I suppose we can put the debate on the back burner for now. I��d like to spend the night surrounded by my people, if that’s alright.” His tone was teasing,but the other two vampires were content to being there with him. It was a tight fit, but they made all three of the sleeping in the same coffin together work.
They spent the evening together, loving the ability to get back to how they used to be as younger vampires. Kisses were shared, as well as words of love that seemed to envelope the vampires in the coffin. No one called attention to the fact that this was the most Louis had spoken to Lestat in months.
The next evening, after the sun had fallen and the moon had replaced it, everyone began to stir from their resting places. However, Claudia noticed she heard no voices. No one was talking, or arguing, or shouting. It was silent. Tentatively, she opened the lid of her coffin and went to check the others. Louis’ was empty, as was her mama’s. Maybe they had taken off to go do some shopping before the shops closed for the evening.
But her ears caught something, that her eyes found next. Lestat’s larger coffin was emitting noise and was slightly cracked open. Tip toeing over, Claudia peaked her eyes in and found a sweet scene. Her two papas were wrapped around her mama in a sleepy embrace. No one had quite made the effort to get up, but all of their eyes were still closed. She smiled as she beheld them, happy to see them get along for once. Closing the lid back to where it was cracked, Claudia went back to her own coffin and figured she could use some more rest on this cold winter’s night.
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the-babygirl-polls · 2 months
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Louis de Pointe du Lac - The Vampire Chronicles
Propaganda:
-Louis wears his sorrow like jewels! He cries beautifully. His eyes are slanted slightly outwardly in a way that gives them a permanently somber look. -Pyromania is his love language. He will burn shit and people for his loved ones. -He’s depressed as hell and a sad wet meow meow but he still takes time to smell the flowers. -An avid bookworm. Reading helps his depression and he just. Loves. Books. So much so that Armand has referred to him as Sweet Dusty Louis because of the unholy amount of book dust he tracks. -Probably purrs. If any vampire were to purr, it would be Louis. -He’s intelligent and secretly sassy. He’s capable of quietly insulting and breaking down his enemies in his soft-spoken southern drawl. -Big tiddie goth wife. That is all. Has a soft tummy but is well-built. He’s got a huggable waist and small but perky buttocks. He’s very cuddly, I promise. -Louis is so alluring that he’s accidentally hypnotized a human at least once. -The most human of vampires, he feels life intensely in a way that many vampires don’t. His most likely unique manifestation of vampiric gifts is preternatural empathy. Lestat has called him Merciful Death because of this. Lestat also calls Louis Beautiful One because he is beautiful inside and out.
Other Additions:
Louis is presented as Creole white (passing) in some adaptations (IWTV 1994 for example), but as black Creole in others (IWTV 2022), but Louis is babygirl in all worlds. :)
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she-likesorchids · 3 months
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Designs on You: Chapter Two
I Could Not Ask for More
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Pairing: Human AU Lestat de Lioncourt x Louis de Pointe du Lac
Chapter Summary: Lestat couldn't be happier with his new family, but his past still haunts him.
Warnings: None really, just tooth rotting fluff.
Word Count: 1.5k
Author's Note: Some more domestic Loustat fluff before I break your hearts with Lestat's tragic backstory in the next chapter. Again, many thanks to my fearless beta reader @mythicaltzu!!!! This is becoming as much your baby as it is mine!
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One week later…..
Louis stood in the doorway to the bedroom he shared with Lestat to admire the beautiful sight before him. Lestat was lounging in bed with his silk pajama top unbuttoned, and Claudia was sound asleep on his bare chest. He was whispering something to her that Louis couldn’t quite hear, and he was gently rubbing her little back with one hand, keeping her securely in place with the other. Louis smiled brightly as he crossed the room and joined the two of them. 
“You know, you’re gonna have to let her sleep in that bassinet we got at some point,” he said as he rolled against Lestat’s side. 
Lestat chuckled softly as he opened his arm for Louis, ”I know, but I didn’t get to properly cuddle her until we brought her home, so I have some time to make up for.” 
Since they brought Claudia home from the hospital, Lestat had barely put her down. He loved letting her sleep on his chest while he whispered terms of endearment to her in French, and Louis often found the two of them together just like he did now. He knew Lestat couldn’t be happier, but there was always a hint of sadness in his voice when he was talking to Claudia as she slept right over his heart. Louis had a feeling that he knew the source of the sadness, but he didn’t want to pry. 
Louis snuggled closer into his husband’s embrace, and he planted a soft kiss on his cheek. He intertwined his fingers with Lestat’s so that they were both holding Claudia, and they lovingly gazed at her as she slept. 
“She looks like a little angel, doesn’t she? Like one of those cherubs painted on the ceiling of a church. She’s just perfect,” Lestat whispered before kissing the top of her head. 
“She does. Our beautiful little angel,” Louis answered. “So, what do the two of you talk about when I’m not in the room, hmmm?” 
Lestat gave a tight lipped smile, and Louis felt him tense up a bit. He remembered Lestat telling him all about his own family, how they were cruel to him and treated him like they didn’t want him. A few days before they brought Claudia home, Lestat had something of a breakdown about becoming a parent, because he was so afraid that he would repeat the same mistakes his parents made. Louis found him sitting on the floor of her nursery, holding one of her soft blankets and crying into it. 
“What if it turns out I’m like him? What if I hurt her? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, Louis.” 
“Lestat, baby. You’re not your father. You are gentle, kind, and loving. You would never hurt our daughter. You already love her more than anything, don’t you?” 
“I do, Louis. I love her so much I can’t stand to think about it. I know she’s not our flesh and blood, but I don’t care. For the first week of her life she had no one to hold her little hand, no one to cuddle her when she cried, to tell her that she’s loved. It pains me to think of how lonely she might have been, because I was that lonely as a small child.”
“See, there it is. She’s not even home and you’d do anything for her. Remember how she immediately snuggled into you the first time you held her? She knows you love her. She feels safe with you. When she was right over your heart, she knew she was home.” Louis put his hand over Lestat’s heart. “This is home for me too.” 
Lestat collapsed into Louis’s arms, and Louis held him as he cried. They stayed there holding each other on the floor of the nursery for several minutes, then Lestat finally dried his eyes and said to Louis, “Your heart is my home too, mon cher. This house wasn’t a home until you came along. And now, we have a daughter. A daughter to love and cherish. I never dared to imagine this life until you came along.” 
“Our baby girl is gonna grow up in a house full of love. I know because this house is already full of it. I love you so much, Lestat.” 
“Our baby girl,” Lestat sniffled. “I love you too, Louis. So, so much.” 
Louis was finally pulled from the memory with a long sigh from Lestat. He hugged Claudia closer to his chest and kissed her head again, nuzzling her soft, dark hair with his nose. 
“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, baby,” Louis soothed. 
“Nicki and I talked about babies once,” Lestat answered, his voice cracking. “But I was too afraid I would be like my father, so I quickly dismissed it. I wanted it so badly, though, a family of my own. I was also afraid to want it, thinking I didn’t deserve it. Thinking I could never put an innocent child through what my father and my family put me through. Then the hope of ever having such a life died when he did. I thought I’d lost my chance at true happiness. But I thought it was for the best, I’d surely fail them like I failed him.”
Louis gently wiped the tears from his husband’s eyes as he continued to listen intently. He wanted to tell Lestat that he didn’t fail Nicki, that he was not his father, but he knew it was best to just let him speak for now.
“Then I met you, Louis,” he whispered as he turned to face him. “You were a ray of sunshine that lit up my darkness, your warmth thawed my frozen heart. You showed me it was possible to love again.”
“Oh, Lestat,” Louis breathed out. 
Lestat kept a firm hand on Claudia, but rolled over slightly to capture Louis’s lips in a soft, yet searing kiss. He poured every ounce of love and devotion he had into it, and the two of them got lost in each other until Claudia let out a dissatisfied squeak, making them both break apart and laugh. 
“Oh, ma cherie, you jealous darling?” Lestat asked her as he sat up with his back against the headboard. He kissed her chubby cheek and bounced her in his arms until she started making happy baby noises.
Louis tickled her feet until she started kicking against Lestat’s chest, then she started to root around in search of food. “Oh, I think she’s hungry,” Louis said. 
“Well, let’s fix that, shall we lovely?” Lestat asked her as he moved to get out of bed to placate the now whimpering baby in his arms.
“I’ve got her, babe. You stay here and rest a bit,” Louis told her as he gently took Claudia from Lestat’s arms, causing her to break into an ear splitting wail. “Oh, I know. Daddy is so mean taking you away from your Papa. I know sweetie, I know,” he crooned to her as he left the bedroom to take her downstairs to get her a bottle. 
Lestat couldn’t help but laugh, because she was definitely his little girl. She had only been home with them a week and he was already wrapped around her tiny finger. He laid there in bed for a moment before he finally got up, buttoned his pajama top, and decided to head downstairs to join Louis and Claudia. 
As Lestat approached the doorway to their kitchen, he could hear Louis softly singing to Claudia. Once he got closer, he immediately recognized the song from their wedding playlist. He was singing “I Could Not Ask for More” by Edwin McCain to try and calm their daughter down while he waited for her bottle to warm. Louis loved 90’s singer-songwriters, a genre of music Lestat wasn’t particularly fond of, but he put up with for Louis. However, after listening to this particular song many times, he grew fond of it because it was a perfect representation of their love. 
Louis somehow felt Lestat’s eyes on him, and he turned around to see him just as the timer for the bottle warmer went off. Claudia let out a happy squeal and started making grabby hands for the bottle when Louis got it out of the warmer and brought it to her mouth. “Patience, little miss!” he laughed as he fed her. 
“Demanding little thing, isn’t she?” Lestat said from the doorway. 
“She sure is. Just like her Papa.” 
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After Claudia was fed, burped, bathed, and changed, Louis got comfortable in the bed and promptly fell asleep as Lestat was rocking their baby to sleep. Once he was confident she was finally out for the night, he gently placed her in the bassinet by his side of the bed even though he wanted to let her sleep on his chest. However, he knew Louis would chastise him for that, assuring Lestat that she was close to them in case she cried during the night. 
Sleep didn’t come easy for Lestat that night, mostly because he was startled awake by every little noise Claudia made, but also because his mind kept drifting back to his life in Paris. He was happier than he had ever been, but Nicki still weighed heavy on his mind, and on his heart. 
He wouldn’t let his family down like he did his Nicki. 
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immortalconclusions · 2 years
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Thoughts on Episode 1 of Interview with the Vampire (2022)
Hi there it's me ya boy immortal_conclusions.
It's been a long ride waiting for this show to come out. When it was announced a year and a half ago, my reaction was one of joy and then trepidation. "Hope for the best, expect the worst." That moment spawned hours and days and months of what the worst (and least academically inclined, I might add) among us called "intellectual debate" in this fandom, most of which was horrifying flaming garbage that most of you know about and that I won't get into here. As someone who remained optimistic throughout that time of uncertainty and tried to uplift voices of other people of color, it's been a long road. In the past year and a half I've written boatloads of fic, made dear friendships, burned friendships with others. A few months ago, I almost stopped writing and almost quit this fandom. I'm so glad I didn't, and today proves why.
"For the first time in my life, I was seen." - Louis de Pointe du Lac, Interview with the Vampire (2022)
This episode was, in a word, perfection. It was gut wrenching, gorgeous, brutal, and devastatingly sad. The framing device was using sparingly and effectively, and the pacing was magnificent. I almost didn't breathe throughout that entire ending sequence. It was a trainwreck hurtling towards its inevitable conclusion. It was overwhelming, dramatic, heartbreaking...everything it should have always been. The amount of respect and homage to canon was more than I'd ever expected.
I am not afraid to say this: they elevated and went beyond the source material.
The way they centered Louis' very human, very real struggles was so poignant and effective. Jacob Anderson portrayed his rage and his guilt and his white-knuckled repression with virtuosity. Louis is filled with guilt over the condemnation of his brother to a world which would never accept him, his homosexuality, immorality of his exploitive profession and the way it betrays his family and his race and his history. He is a man defined by his guilt, imprisoned by lies, and damned by cowardice.
"Bless me father, for I have sinned. Grievously sinned. I'm a drunk, Lord. I am a liar. I am a thief, Lord. I profit off the miseries of other men and I do it easy. Drugs, liquor, women. I lure them in and grab what they got, Lord. I take daughters with no homes and I put 'em out on the street, Lord, and I lie to myself, saying I'm giving them a roof and food and dollar bills in their pocket, but I look in the mirror, I know what I am -- the big man in the big house stuffing cotton in my ears so I can't hear their cries. And Lord I dragged my whole family into this mess with me. I shamed my father. I failed my brother. I lost my mother and sister, and rather than fix it like a man should, Lord, I run. Like a coward. I run to the bottle, I run to the grift, I run to bad beds. I laid down with a man. I laid down with The Devil. And he has roots in me. All his spindly roots in me, and I can't think nothing anymore but his voice and his words. Please, help me!"
This really got to me. That is Louis right there. That is the unfettered essence of his character. JA's performance was magnificent. (Jacob Anderson IS Louis de Pointe du Lac and I will never see him any other way.) This passage reminded me of what a genius Anne was to create this character that nobody ever had before, a character that has captured hearts and minds since. It was mainlining Louis straight into my soul.
Suffice to say, this was more than I'd ever hoped and imagined. I can't even begin to scratch the surface on some of the themes here and how much they mean to me, because I'm overwhelmed right now. This series that I've loved and grown so attached to, adapted in such a faithful and thoughtful way. Carrying all the themes through and transforming them into something even better than the original. I have a whole new appreciation for the source material that I never had before. I am floored and no joke this has restored my fucking faith in humanity. Literally. I am not even kidding about that. We all deserve to be seen. We all deserve to have the stories that are meaningful to us told and shared and loved. Today, we won.
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