𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐀𝐌, 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓.

[anoutlicr]

              “ CIVILIZATION rests on the principle that we treat our criminals better than they treated their victims, that we not stoop to their level. but you and i are [ 𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑳𝑰𝑬𝑹𝑺 ]; we're not really a part of civilization. we're something... older. which means, of course, that WE can do the things that civilized people can't. ”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋. a private, independent blog for CARL ELIAS, the evolution of organized crime. inspiration primarily taken from cbs’ person of interest, with annotations to fix character plot holes and heavy redactions to his season four storyline. interpreted by hades.

THEMES EXPLORED: a history steeped in blood, the wolf in sheep's clothing, building a life upon vengeance, where justice and revenge meet, existing outside the confines of society, the necessary evils, of the ethical chameleon and pliable morality, deals with the devil, on the limitless potential of malleable power and the rare ability to temper and control it.

carrd. | other blogs: ianuarius.

[anoutlicr]

consider this a little plotting or starter call depending on what mood strikes me. gonna try to get back into the swing of things now that i settled into a new job.

[gifsontherun]

Person of Interest 📷 4.04 “Brotherhood”

[anoutlicr]

i don’t think i hate anything more than a 6am shift

[headspace-hotel]

"Monster," poem assembled from quotations drawn from Wikipedia articles

[mossflower-deactivated20241211]

someone is fighting tooth and nail to keep christopher eccleston away from social media rn

[eeshlyye]

morior invictus

[anoutlicr]

currently beyond hope in getting this hellsite’s support staff to actually do something for me, and i’m still ridiculously angry about it. i want to have my multi back so i can talk about some of my other characters there, but, yanno, getting flagged for some unknown reason will screw with ya.

[rpmemes-galore]

the expanse : season 1 … sentence starters

“So, you killed her.“

“We live in strange times.”

“Just tell me if she’s alive.“

“And that makes me a monster.“

“So, you decided to switch sides?“

“Some people aren’t worth saving.“

“I’d keep that to myself if I were you.“

“What if they don’t like being followed?“

“They might be infected with that crap!”

“I remember I didn’t like to be excluded.”

“Air is good, don’t you think? Air is nice.“

“Folks, I do believe somebody got away.“

“Sometimes you have to kill to preserve.“

“How much are they paying you to find her?”

“You haven’t answered any of my questions.“

“You had no way of knowing that at the time.“

“Can I ask you a question? Do you miss Earth?“

“It’s a good way to start a war and to cover it up.“

“Trust your gut before your head gets in the way.”

“Sure. It’s part of the legend you like to leave out.“ 

“So, everybody dies for the cause, except for you.“

“They started this fight, and we’re going to finish it.“

“We may have stopped a war. For a while, anyway.“

“We could be a supernova a few seconds from now.“

“You’re short-sighted, selfish… and it will destroy you.“

“When people don’t tell the truth, it always ends badly.“

“No one’s gonna believe our story. I wouldn’t believe us.”

“It’s okay to be a pawn, so long as you’re on the right side.”

“I have the facts about your son, but I don’t understand him.“

“If we act like animals, we only justify their belief that we are.“

“You can tell a lot about a place by how they treat their people.“

“All that’s waiting out there for you is more trouble, more death.“

“You must think I’m pretty stupid, don’t you? I mean, you’re right.“

“You took an innocent kid and you forced her to do your dirty work.“

“Watch your eyes. People get killed over a wrong look around here.“

“Coming here was your only option. But it was also your best option.”

“We’re here looking for survivors and some answers… If we’re lucky.“

“Not technically, he ducked my punch. I broke my hand on a bulkhead.“

“Do you know it is possible to cry so hard that your tears turn to blood?“

“Well, partner, it’s gonna be kinda hard for you to stay anonymous, now.”

“We can still do what needs to be done. We may not get another chance.“

“Hey, what’s the deal with you and (name)? You two an item or something?”

“You’re either some kind of genius, or you’re the luckiest dipshit in the solar system.“

“You want to continue to play games, or shall we talk about how to help each other?“

“I’m sure you’ve told so many lies about it, you don’t even remember what happened.“

“None of us can change the things we’ve done. But we can all change what we do next.“

“Why, when the universe has bestowed so much upon you, you seem to care so little for it?”

“We make it all this way, so far out into the darkness. Why couldn’t we have brought more light?“

“I’m not judging, I’m just curious to know what your rate is, in case I need you to suit up for a different side.“

“You will do anything to win. Just like your father. That’s what got him killed. I won’t play with you, ever again.“

“Usually, when a man is about to lose everything, he realizes what mattered to him most. He sees it clearly for the first time.“

“But ask me whether or not I should rip your helmet off and kick you off this bucket, and I couldn’t give you a reason why I should or shouldn’t.“

[anoutlicr]

so, let’s talk about leila smith for a second—

i dislike the portrayal of elias in baby blue extensively because it felt way too off to what had been established already and had been established in the episode and then ... said even. it feels contradictory in the episode itself and, later, when elias kidnaps taylor carter. he says that he’d never hurt a child but ... the leap of logic hurts when he does practically hurt her by putting a baby in a refrigerated truck. i understand the writers were likely trying to reinforce the idea that elias would do anything to get his revenge, to get to his father. still, it fell flat in the way that it felt unnecessarily cruel from the man we get to know.

he’s a brilliant man, and i think he could have pulled off something else entirely to force john’s hand into giving up moretti’s location.

so the scenario i work with is a small bait and switch. elias tricks john into thinking he has leila with him as he prepares to inflict actual, physical harm on her. a carefully staged fake consisting of her blanket, a pair of baby monitors, some hastily given blood by one of his men, and a knife. leila was never under any real harm with him at that time because, as he said, i would never harm a child.

[ggroyne]

keep calm and call Tony

[anoutlicr]

@fatherofmachine​ i am calling us out.

[anoutlicr]

people in the poi tag get me steamed, especially when you can tell they only watched the show for ✨the gays✨.

[anoutlicr]

i think the funniest thing about elias and anthony is that they get away with using their known aliases multiple times, especially anthony, being able to pretend he’s a cop and fbi agent.

[gifsontherun]

Person of Interest 📷 5.09 “Sotto Voce”

[anoutlicr]

@fatherofmachine​ said :: "I just ... I don't want anything bad to happen to you." 

                 they had talked about this before. not only him, but it’d also been anthony too. WORRY, time and again, because he’d set himself right in the middle of the cosa nostra. elias had known the risks; it was impossible not to, with his foster mother having told him repeatedly to stay away from the mob, from anthony mentioning it may not be wise to prod a sleeping beast, to ... now ... with the worried looks from him. elias really can’t blame either of them; it was a dangerous gambit from the beginning to wade into that world. between the stagnate waste of people, the knuckle-draggers, and the upper management growing fat and reticent— maybe, he’d be better off outside of it, even with moretti having noticed him. ( he was close, so close, to knowing something more of his old man — maybe even — no, no, that had to come later ).

                 he looked at harold then, took the seconds of silence between them to study him. the little furrow between his brows, the way his teeth caught at his lower lip, and that look in those blue eyes, intense as ever. an INTENSE capacity to care, something elias had wondered what he’d done to deserve from him— hell, even from gloria —when he was who he was. ‘ yeah ... yeah, i know, ’ his hand waved between them, close to dismissive, pushing and rattling around that feeling in his chest: annoyance. it bit at him like a sour note, unable to rid himself of that constant, overhanging spirit of knowing disapproval. ( trust me, please ? just trust me ). his shoulders jut up and out, a quick shrug to push off that line of thinking, begging a part of harold to drop it. ‘ but kinda comes with the territory. ’

                 there’s a bite in his words, though, making him uneasy. it’s not how he wants to come off to him ... no, not him, never him. a deep sigh escaped him, reeling back on himself, as clumsy as he ever was when it came to harold. ‘ come on, though, i mean, IT’S ME, harold, ’ his shoes scuff against the floor, his hands uncontrollable— a quick touch to his chest, to move towards harold, and back again —trying desperately to paint that confidence he wished he always carried to him. ( not that it’d do me any good, would it ? ). because harold was like him, in that way, they had an effortless charisma, and means of getting people to trust and confide in them ... that somehow fumbled between them when it was, well, just them. said a lot to elias, in an unspoken manner, that they COULD see through each other when it mattered most. and he wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing, how alike they were, or whether it was just a matter of time before it turned around and divided them.

                 he stood there for a moment in front of him, every bit of an antsy soul and unable to put it towards anything productive. SOMETHING made elias want to lay parts of his soul bare, a ridiculous notion, but he could ferret out his secrets if he only asked. his eyes focused uselessly on harold’s clothes, quick to pick lint away and straighten a part of the vest he wore though his palm laid flat against his shoulder. brown eyes darted to his, praying to some god that harold recognized the fire there as much as the mind behind it. ‘ i’ll be good. ’ ( because i’ll be a step ahead, always ).

[themanwhobuiltgod-deactivated20]

…. @anoutlicr & I ( @fatherofmachine ) accidentally made a ship & now we’re in too deep.