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ellevandersneed · 22 hours

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a lot of the coverage of the Palestinian genocide is focusing on the US student protests and the narrative is constantly in danger of shifting away from what the protests are actually about and a lot of the language is now speaking in terms of police brutality, silencing of free speech, etc. It's not a radical thing to say that this isn't exactly helpful to the Palestinian cause if the actual reasons for the protests aren't constantly front and center. A lot of people have already made this point. I do not think the genie can necessarily be put back in the bottle with how the protests and the police reaction to them are entering the public consciousness of the USian people. A lot of people are or will become aware of these protests through the lense of these simply being instances of police brutality, and police brutality is a critical issue that many USamericans are very passionate about thus making it difficult to reframe the context of these images of police slamming white professors into pavement towards awareness of Israels decades long illegal occupation and systematic and indiscriminate displacement and murder of Palestinians. What I feel needs to be done is try to reframe these images flooding the internet not *away* from issues of police brutality and homesoil fascism, but in the wider context of imperialist governments taking the lessons they learn oppressing "foreign peoples" and turning them inwards. That police brutality is not disconnected from imperialist mass murder. That the one thing connecting the assaulted USian protester and the trans israeli denied gender affirming care for refusing to serve in the fascist Israeli military and the Palestinian child buried alive for the crime of being Palestinian... the one thing connecting them is that, sooner or later, they are all victims of power. Our rights are granted to us inequitably, unevenly, and are just as quickly stripped away when we do not serve the interests of fascist power. We are either a tool of the state or an enemy of the state. The Palestinian, not the innocent or the guilty but the human being Palestinian, is murdered because she can not be useful to the state while she is still breathing. She can never have the "privilege" of being a tool. I'll say it again: We outside of Palestine who can go to protests, who have families, who are able bodied, who can work, who can keep their head down or speak without immediate retaliation have the "honor" of choosing to be a tool of the state or an enemy of the state. The Palestinian has no choice.

There will always be an armed cop ready to arrest you and kill your brother as long as there is a bomb ready to drop on the heads of Palestinian children. Fascism trickles up and inward.

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workersolidarity · 9 hours

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🇺🇸🇵🇸 🚨

COUNTER-PROTESTERS ATTEMPT TO DISTURB PALESTINE SOLIDARITY PROTESTS AND CONTINUE BEING IGNORED

📹 Counter-protesters attempt to disturb peaceful Palestine Solidarity protests by screaming and waving Israeli flags, while a woman shoves her phone in the face of protesters before ripping the mask off another.

Palestine solidarity protesters ignore the counter-protesters and assemble to listen to a local Reverend give a speech in support of students.

Police force the woman to leave the area, but do not arrest her.

Tents at the protest include a medical tent, live music, erected barriers and even a student-to-police liaison.

Police have made no aggressive moves on protesters as of this time

@WorkerSolidarityNews

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kaelio · 14 hours

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It's literally so sick and disgusting how right Armand was lmao

(Anne Rice journals - Tulane University special collections)

#Anne rice #the vampire chronicles #tvc #tulane university #lestat de lioncourt #prince Lestat #Amel

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somevagrantchild · 5 months

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Missing Loustat scene discovered in Anne Rice's diaries

I HAVE SOMETHING AMAZING TO SHARE WITH YOU!!

As I was reading Anne Rice's diaries in the special collection library at Tulane University while I was in New Orleans for the Vampire Ball, I discovered this intensely sexy scene she wrote between Louis and Lestat that never made it into her books. This is Anne Rice's original writing, never before shared anywhere online.

Anne Rice wrote this scene by hand in her diary dated November 6, 2015 (which she mentions is the day before Stan's birthday. He would have been 73😭). I have deduced that it is her very first (and very rough) draft of the scene that eventually became chapter 4 in Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis, aka the scene where Louis agrees to move into the chateau and be Lestat's partner/companion again. The final version of the scene in the book reads like wedding vows, serving as the beginning of their marriage in the modern era. As you'll see, the first draft was rather different.

In Prince Lestat, Louis and Lestat's interactions are extremely brief, and they aren't able to talk beyond one stolen moment to reassure each other of their love. It would seem that in the six months between the end of Prince Lestat (when Louis thinks to himself that he will be with Lestat very soon), and the beginning of Atlantis (when that finally ends up happening), Louis and Lestat do not have any intimate conversation. They may have talked somewhat, but only briefly about superficial matters, or they may have not even spoken to each other once over those six months until Lestat asks Louis to meet him in New Orleans for chapter 4.

In an earlier diary entry, I found a note where Anne said she wanted their first reunion conversation to begin by finally addressing Louis dumping Lestat's body in the swamp after Claudia tried to kill him—something they have never once discussed. So when I came across this scene in a later diary, I could tell it was a direct follow-through on that idea.

The scene begins with Lestat speaking to Louis, and it seems they are outside on the streets of New Orleans, but someplace private where they aren't being observed by mortals. This is different from the final book version with them sitting at a sticky table at the Café Du Monde (though it is similar to how Lestat tells us they walked around the city streets together for hours after the reunion scene was over).

Anne headed this part of the diary entry with: Early on: L+L quarrel—

“I can forgive her for what she did. She was never a human being. She went from being an infant to a monster. But you—you stood there and watched. You carried my body into the swamps and dumped me there as if I were trash—you were the one I hated! How could you do that to me? Decades we’d been together!”

He stared at me for the longest time—not defensive, not angry.

“I could do it because I was afraid,” he said. “I didn’t know how I was going to live without you.”

“I don’t believe you. You were fine without me. You were preparing to sail to Europe. You were making plans.”

A torrent of words.

“Stop!” he said. “I’m here now. I love you! I thought you wanted me here! I thought you’d forgiven me. I thought we had a second chance, now, you and I. And miles to travel together!”

I nodded.

“A second chance!”

I nodded.

Then I took hold of him as if I was going to kill him. I threw him up against the wall and bit into his neck for the first time in two hundred years—the first time since the first time—and when the blood gushed into my mouth, I saw again—for the first time in two hundred years—his soul, his heart.

I was lost in his mind, his thoughts, his dreams, flashes…

I drew back—I’d drunk too much. He was being held there by me, his head bowed. I slapped him hard and when he opened his eyes, I pushed his open mouth against my neck. I forced his fangs into me.

And we were together, wrapped in one another’s arms…

Finally I pushed him back.

He was sitting on the paving stones, hair in his face, back to the wall. I took his hand and helped him up.

“Kiss me,” I said. “No, really kiss me.”

Finally I let him go.

“I can’t live without you! “ he said. “I swear, you wander off on me again, I…”

“I won’t. I won’t ever.”

We walked along in silence.

“He loves you too,” he said.

“Who?”

“The silent one, the one who’s never spoken to me, the one inside you.”

It was time. I could have lingered a half hour more in the old times, but the time was now.

The End

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Above is the clean version, which I have corrected for missing punctuation, missing letters/words, and necessary dialogue tags.

Below is the original rough version as I have transcribed exactly from Anne Rice's handwritten diary.

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“I can forgive her for what she did. She was never a human being. She went from being an infant to a monster. But you—you stood there & watched. You carried my body in the swamps & dumped me there as if I were trash—you were the one I hated! How could you do that to me? Decades we’d been together!

He stared at me for the longest time—not defensive, not angry.

I could do it because I was afraid, he said. “I didn’t know how I was going to live without you.”

“I don’t believe. You were fine without me. You were preparing to sail to Europe. You were making plans.”

—A torrent of words.

“Stop! I’m here now. I love you! I thought you ’d wanted me here! I thought you’d forgive me. I thought we had a second chance, now, you & I. And miles to travel together!”

I nodded—

“A second chance!”

I nodded—

Then I took hold of him as if I was going to kill him. I threw him up against the wall & bit into his neck for the first time in 200 years—the first time since the first time—and when the blood gushed into my mouth I saw again—for the first time in 200 years—his soul, his heart—

I was lost in his mind, his thoughts, his dreams, flashes — (more)

I drew back—I’d drunk too much He was being held there by me, his head bowed. I slapped him hard & when he opened his eyes I pushed his open mouth against my neck. I forced his fangs into me.

And we were together, wrapped in one another arms — (more)

Finally I pushed him back.

He was sitting on the paving stones, hair in his face, back to the wall. I took his hand & helped him up.

Kiss me. No really kiss me.

Finally I let him go.

I can’t live without you! I swear, you wander off on me again, I … I ”

“I won’t. I won’t ever.”

We walked along in silence —

He loves you too

Who

The silent one, the one who’s never spoken to me, the one inside you.

It was time. I could have linger a half hour more in the old times, but was now —

The End

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The spots where she wrote (more) are clearly areas where she intended to expound upon all Lestat was seeing and feeling in Louis's mind, soul, and blood, and then what he felt and saw as Louis was drinking from him. How I wish we could know what she would have written there! Also the lines that start or end with a — make me wonder if she intended to add more to those bits as well. Would she have actually written out Lestat's torrent of words?

Lestat's line "Kiss me. No really kiss me." isn't in quotation marks in Anne's diary. I chose to add them, because there were many other obviously spoken-aloud dialogue lines also without quotes. But it is possible that Lestat only thinks these words as he and Louis are kissing each other. It reminds me of in Queen of the Damned, when Daniel thinks, "I like kissing. And suggling with dead things, yes, hold me." The narration doesn't tell us Armand actually starts holding him, but Anne's style of using internal monologue makes it clear that's what happens in the action. So the "Kiss me." could be similar in this instance as well. And in that case it might mean Louis is the one who initiates the kiss, and this is Lestat’s internal “yes, yes!!” reaction to it. But I do suspect he is actually meant to be saying it aloud.

With the em dash at the end of it, the very last line could have been meant to continue: "but was now ______" was now...something. But considering she wrote "The End" after it, it seems like it was meant to be a final statement, so that is why I added the missing words I chose in my edited clean version.

Although this conversation is very different from the one we get in the final version of Atlantis, I do still see elements of it in the book's scene:

Louis's line "I can’t live without you! I swear, you wander off on me again, I …" became "so I'll come. And when you tire of me and want me gone, I'll hate you of course."

They still kiss, really kiss. In the book, it is moved to before their conversation, when Lestat first sees Louis in their Rue Royal flat, wearing the new clothes he ordered for him and Louis says, "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" and Lestat is so shocked, he's unable to respond.

They do still discuss Amel in the book version, in much more depth than he is mentioned here. Louis having never heard Amel's voice in his own head remains consistent.

They do still go walking around the streets of the Garden District, though it happens after the conversation, not during it. Lestat does say they talked for hours during that walk, but about Amel and what's been happening to Lestat as Prince. Not about themselves or their past.

MY THOUGHTS!

The confirmation here that Lestat never tasted Louis's blood before their new marriage begins in Atlantis is one of the most amazing parts to me, when combined with the offhand way that Lestat mentions what Louis's vampire blood tastes like in Blood Communion. Even though the final version of Atlantis never shows us Lestat drinking Louis's blood (either forcefully like this scene, or consensually in other ways), the mention in Blood Communion does confirm that it DOES happen off the page at some point during the years between Atlantis chapter 4 and the beginning of Blood Communion.

We know that Louis drank much of Lestat's blood at the end of Merrick, and this was his first time doing it because we were told in previous books how much he resisted his powers being increased by drinking ANY other vampire's blood. It is nice to have it confirmed that Lestat never bit Louis or drank any of his blood in return either before or after Merrick. But now, after Lestat becomes Prince, this is now a new element to their relationship. It makes me consider more strongly that Anne perhaps meant to imply that they then for the first time began to engage in blood sharing the same romantic way Lestat did with Akasha in Queen of the Damned, and then in the even more explicit way she shows us with Rhoshamandes and Benedict in Prince Lestat.

I don't take all Anne wrote in her diaries as canon. It is clear that much of what she wrote there were spitball ideas that she later chose to absolutely reject (as opposed to deciding they were true but she just didn't mention them in the books). But I do not see anything in this scene that the final versions of the books contradict. So even though this scene didn't actually happen in canon, we can believe that the feelings and emotions that drive this scene are still canon. And I love that for us 🥰

I have cross-posted this on ao3 to give us a good place to talk back and forth to each other about it in the comments section there. Reblog and reply to this post as much as you like, but if you want to have some conversations and share your own thoughts on what she wrote, ao3 will give us a much more organized place to do it, where other people will be able to easily find and read your meta as well.

#anne rice #anne rice diaries #tulane #vampire chronicles #interview with the vampire #prince lestat and the realms of atlantis #loustat #louis/lestat #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac

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archaeologicalnews · 3 months

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Jade mask depicting Maya storm god unearthed in royal tomb in Guatemala

Archaeologists have discovered a 1,700-year-old royal tomb in Guatemala that's overflowing with funeral offerings, including an intricately designed jade mask depicting a Maya deity.

The tomb, which is located at an archaeological site known as Chochkitam near the borders of what are now Mexico and Belize, was the burial site for a previously unknown Maya king, according to a statement from Tulane University.

Along with the mosaic mask designed to resemble the Maya storm god, researchers found 16 mollusk shells and hieroglyphs carved into human femurs (thigh bones), including one drawing depicting a man holding a jade mask similar to the artifact tucked inside the tomb. Researchers think the hieroglyphs identify the king's father and grandfather and serve as a link to the ruler of the Maya states of Tikal and Teotihuacan. Read more.

#archaeology #archeology #tomb #guatemala #jade #maya #shells #hieroglyphs #jade mask

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downstairsbar · 4 days

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To start, contrary to popular belief, Louis was not a hopeless romantic. Louis could love, he wasn’t a sociopath either, but he didn’t know how someone could act like they had sense while going around fantasizing and daydreaming about every little interaction. Maybe if he was attracted to women he might’ve had something good to find, but instead he was stuck with idiots like the idiots doing keg stands after 1985 in the frat backyard, and if that was what university had to offer, then there wasn’t even pragmatic romance in his near future. He took another sip of his disgusting sparkling beer and judged, judgmentally, with the near certainty that they’d all get human papillomavirus. And then the virus would live in the mouth of the stand for the rest of the semester until some unlucky douchey freshman had to clean out the house before parents came up pick their bitchass trust fund sons to go get scammed by a travel agency for their fourth vacation to the Maldives for the fourth December in a row.

No, Louis was not a hopeless romantic. He didn’t have time for romance or hopelessness. He was in real classes so he had real assignments to finish. His mother only let him double in English and finance because their retainer did English and thought it was a great gateway to law school, so he couldn’t afford to fuck up and spend the entire summer and probably his entire life hearing his mother complain about how much of a mistake it was letting him go off to communist California instead of Tulane. Louis was never going to be stuck living at home for four more years at Tulane, but he should’ve gone to Howard. Howard would’ve had real southern men to take him home at the end of the night and blow his back out. His mom thought there were too many uppity rich light skins at Howard, which Louis figured she’d know about. If not Tulane, she sighed, then at least take advantage of his daddy’s legacy bid at Stanford. He went along with it and pretended like Stanford hadn’t been his top choice all along and like she was the one who guided him to the decision instead of years of his hard earned reverse psychology of pretending he wanted Howard or Duke the most just so that she’d find his excitement distasteful and push him towards the option least like them. Even if it was in communist California.

But this… Louis raised his eyebrows, judgmentally. Were they trying to inject beer into their veins? This was a white frat party—duh, it was Stanford, he reminded himself—so he’d braced himself for the inevitable shock of seeing cocaine, but even shooting up beer seemed a little too much. Such scenes were reprehensible for an upstanding African American such as himself. Booker T should’ve been preaching to the white masses instead. Uplift the race, not barrels of infested beer.

Where was Lily? Now that was an uppity light skin that Louis could speak freely to, and she was going to hear it.

“You have not smiled even once,” a deep voice murmured into his ear as a hard body pressed along him and arms wrapped around his abdomen.

In an instant, Louis knew three things. One, he had no idea who the fuck it was. Two, Louis was going to punch him in the balls. And three—his hands were undeniably, impossibly, twice the size of Louis’.

#iwtv #interview with the vampire #> normal person

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thecactifindahome · 3 months

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From the early notes for The Vampire Armand in the Anne Rice collection at Tulane University.

#the vampire armand #daniel molloy #devil's minion #armand/daniel #tulane library #armand

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workersolidarity · 7 hours

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🇺🇸🇵🇸 🚨

STUDENT PROTESTERS COMPLETELY NON-VIOLENT, IGNORE INSTIGATORS

📹 As student protests are ongoing at Tulane University, in New Orleans, where a student draped in an Israeli flag repeatedly attempted to instigate Palestine solidarity protesters, approaching protesters multiple times while being completely ignored as cars of local residents honk in support.

The instigators also drove by protests while waving the Israeli flag out of the car window, which was also ignored by protesters as cars behind the counter-protesters continued honking.

Source: in person reporting.

@WorkerSolidarityNews

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kaelio · 14 hours

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"Or maybe Fareed has created the robot"

(Anne rice journals, Tulane university special collections)

#tulane university #Anne rice #the vampire chronicles

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virginiaisforvampires · 1 month

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Do we think Lestat hated sleeping without Louis

Of course. That scene was meant to imply they stopped sleeping with each other when Claudia came along.

As I said, sleeping together like that was the norm for them. Lestat, errrr Sam *ahem* 😏, said it best:

It’s really not said enough that based on the angle of their bodies, Louis is nuzzling his head into Lestat’s neck and collarbone while Lestat holds him in his arms when that coffin closes….and this was their normal. I’m fine.

Also! This was an excerpt from one of Anne’s diaries while she would’ve been writing Prince Lestat And The Realms Of Atlantis, and it’s Loustat sleeping together + sharing blood.

They're in a crypt the candle burning down. Louis paralyzed with sleep, Lestat awake. Lestat comes over to the shelf + sits beside Louis, leans over — holding Louis in arms. Louis groggy, powerless — and Lestat bites his tongue, lets the blood spill into Louis' mouth - and for the first time in over 200 years his mind opened to me. I felt terror. I would pierce the undisguised heat of his hatred but a great rosy light surrounded us and in a moment I held him in a grip so close that nothing came between us, and I felt his wordless love flowing into me as surely as my love flowed into him — prayers, whispers, souls blending with a great absolute and unyielding power for some particle of human understanding + then a turning from the desperate seeking of the divine to me, to me, to my heart, and then as if we knelt together on the damp stone cold floor of a church he turned and pressed his forehead against my face and whispered “Brother, lover! Let me forgive you for not being God! Forgive me for ever demanding that you be what you cannot be + never was!”

“….as if we knelt together on the damp stone cold floor of a church….”

Lestat terrified and expecting to find hatred in Louis’ heart. Instead, he’s met with love as surely as his own.

“….I felt his wordless love flowing into me as surely as my love flowed into him — prayers, whispers, souls blending with a great absolute and unyielding power for some particle of human understanding….”

Again, I’m fine.

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