Maturing is realizing they never burned witches. They burned midwives, healers, herbalists, and knowledgeable women.
Women who understood medicine, nature, and their own autonomy. Women whose knowledge threatened patriarchal control. The "witch hunts" were never about magic, they were about silencing women who couldn't be controlled.
the director yelled "cut!" but Jacob Anderson heard "slut!" and improv'd licking the rim of his glass, throwing his head back, eyes rolling back in ecstasy, then hollowing his cheeks and letting out the sweetest little moan
Louis putting a “no whites allowed” sign and then going home to his white husband / Lestat making a song calling out billionaires and then going home to his billionaire husband:
i’ve spent a month and a half talking you back from unimaginable frenzy in the middle OF MY OWN FRACTURING! i offer you room under my roof. i offer you the possibility of reckoning your CRIPPLING GUILT. i offer you….i offer you.
sometimes i can't believe there are people who don't like loustat, but then i remember they'll never escape them. they're the heart of iwtv. they'll always be there. they are the story. they are endgame.