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hello loustat nation i just posted the third chapter of shutter speed, my rockstar lestat/photographer louis fic. this is another extra long one and i hope you all enjoy~
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"Jacob and I really trust each other, and Jacob is just so extraordinary in this role. It's so easy to just kind of, you know, disappear when you're working with him that you can do really silly stuff.....wake up in the morning and think oh what did I do yesterday? But in the moment you can just go there and feel uninhabited.....uninhibited.....and uninhabited."
— Sam gushing about working with Jacob.
me if rolin hires alfonso herrera to be a vampire on iwtv
look i'm just saying if you're going to make ben daniels a dracula it only seems fair to make alfonso herrera a dracula too. it's just a shame they didn't get to be draculas together because their chemistry on the exorcist was everything. do i actually think he's going to do it? i mean... maybe. there are a lot of characters in those books, and with any luck we still have a few more seasons to go.......
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two blonde divas
#thinking about the days when my entire brain was occupied by blond diva no 1#and then blond diva no 2 found me.........#i truly do not appreciate it enough that we really got ben on iwtv 😭#100% because it's all loustat all the time in my brain now 😭#(anyway rolin i'm counting on you to get a certain other actor from the priest show on iwtv next 👀)#interview with the vampire#ben daniels#sam reid
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Hello, my loves, who wants to see the shutter speed chapter 4 teaser I originally planned to share last Wednesday before changing my mind and sharing something else? I was going to save this for a future WIP Wednesday post but I feel like sharing it now so that's what I'm going to do. 🥰
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Warm breath—oh. Soft glide of Lestat’s lips around the shell of Louis’ ear. And before Louis could stop himself his hands were reaching out. And he was tumbling into the abyss as his palms pressed firm to warm bare skin. The great swath of it between Lestat’s crop top and his jeans calling to Louis like the call of a soul to Heaven. “Lestat,” he said, or thought he did. A voice that sounded distinctly like his own ringing out in his head. “You know what I mean.”
A sound from Lestat’s throat—a purr, a gentle growl. He pulled away from Louis’ ear and nuzzled the ends of their noses together. “Do I, now?”
“Don’t…” Louis’ head felt like a balloon. Lestat was a blaze of fire raging in the palms of his hands. His fangs tingled and started poking down. He was so hungry it was madness. “Don’t try and argue with me right now.”
Louis’ voice was so soft it was hardly a voice at all. It was breath, smoke, it was a throb of blood.
“There it is. My saintly Saint Louis’ favorite accusation.” Booze and blood in his mouth; the heat of a hundred-thousand suns all spitting their light under his skin. “But do you know what I think, cheri?” He hummed, nuzzled their noses together again. “I think you are the one who was hoping we’d really have it out this time.”
“There you go. Pushin’ my buttons just like…” Louis snarled, his fangs fell down a little more. His hands slid over Lestat’s back until they’d pushed up under his shirt. Spine like a roadway guiding Louis’ fingers home. “Just like you always do.”
Lestat pulled back a little, flashed his fangs. Tinged pink with the evidence of his kill, tinged pink from the blood still clinging to his mouth. “Are you hungry, Louis?” he asked, and plucked one hand from Louis’ neck. And flashed his wrist, his skin the palest flame. Veins like bright red rivers, his radial artery throbbing, throbbing. “I fear I overindulged tonight, so I have plenty to share.”
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Your lens is not entirely clean. And you see here in the corner? And on this night you only had eight frames of film on you. A haunting set of clouds moved in minutes after your last shot. If it lacks singularity, there is nothing wrong per se with the frame, but… perhaps, going forward, when the moon is your favored source of light… a little patience?
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Hello, my loves, who wants to see the shutter speed chapter 4 teaser I originally planned to share last Wednesday before changing my mind and sharing something else? I was going to save this for a future WIP Wednesday post but I feel like sharing it now so that's what I'm going to do. 🥰
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Warm breath—oh. Soft glide of Lestat’s lips around the shell of Louis’ ear. And before Louis could stop himself his hands were reaching out. And he was tumbling into the abyss as his palms pressed firm to warm bare skin. The great swath of it between Lestat’s crop top and his jeans calling to Louis like the call of a soul to Heaven. “Lestat,” he said, or thought he did. A voice that sounded distinctly like his own ringing out in his head. “You know what I mean.”
A sound from Lestat’s throat—a purr, a gentle growl. He pulled away from Louis’ ear and nuzzled the ends of their noses together. “Do I, now?”
“Don’t…” Louis’ head felt like a balloon. Lestat was a blaze of fire raging in the palms of his hands. His fangs tingled and started poking down. He was so hungry it was madness. “Don’t try and argue with me right now.”
Louis’ voice was so soft it was hardly a voice at all. It was breath, smoke, it was a throb of blood.
“There it is. My saintly Saint Louis’ favorite accusation.” Booze and blood in his mouth; the heat of a hundred-thousand suns all spitting their light under his skin. “But do you know what I think, cheri?” He hummed, nuzzled their noses together again. “I think you are the one who was hoping we’d really have it out this time.”
“There you go. Pushin’ my buttons just like…” Louis snarled, his fangs fell down a little more. His hands slid over Lestat’s back until they’d pushed up under his shirt. Spine like a roadway guiding Louis’ fingers home. “Just like you always do.”
Lestat pulled back a little, flashed his fangs. Tinged pink with the evidence of his kill, tinged pink from the blood still clinging to his mouth. “Are you hungry, Louis?” he asked, and plucked one hand from Louis’ neck. And flashed his wrist, his skin the palest flame. Veins like bright red rivers, his radial artery throbbing, throbbing. “I fear I overindulged tonight, so I have plenty to share.”