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This amount of individualism is exactly whats gonna kill us all btw

"Going a couple hours without eating a single kind of food? No thanks, I would rather kill a child" is such a wildly horrifying take to see MULTIPLE people proudly stating.

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whimzak

RIP Sheriff Hassan, you would’ve loved Zohran Mamdani winning the NYC Mayoral Primary

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do want an actually evil well-written female villain? one who is completely non sexualised and deserves that passionate audience hatred without it being about her womanhood at all? a believable one with internally-consistent deep-seated self-righteous egocentric character flaws you rarely see women have on-screen without it being remotely about vanity or vapidity?

you want Bev Keane from Midnight Mass. you will hate her and be justified but you will respect the depth of the role: a christian woman whose only true faith is in her own superior righteousness, addicted to the self-contradictory excuses the scriptures can give for any change of mind or heart to preserve that core belief. Samantha Sloyan, the actress, absolutely steals the show.

turquoisebolotie

So I finally finished Midnight Mass yesterday after putting it down for several years, and I'm just thinking about Sheriff Hassan.

Thinking about how he didn't grow up religious, but then dedicated himself to Islam, according to Ali, for his wife. And I'm just juxtaposing him in my head with Father Pruitt, who says he would've left the church for Millie and Sarah, had Millie ever asked, but didn't actually do it until his own fuckery brought down the church and the whole island along with it.

Thinking about how Hassan does not follow a God who would dole out miracles to some and not others. Thinking about how Pruitt's first thought when bringing the "angel" to the island was of giving immortality to Millie and Sarah. Everybody else was kind of an afterthought.

Thinking about how, despite the above point and despite all the bullshit he had already endured on that island, when Ali asked him to come with him to Easter Mass, Hassan went. Because he loved him. Because he wanted to be there if and when his son had questions. Because he wanted to be a barrier between his young son and the cannibalistic congregation ( I mean that metaphorically, but, hey, also literally. How 'bout that?) at St. Patrick's. Because he wanted to share in something with him again. Anything.

Thinking about how the line "I miss you praying" hurt my heart beyond articulation. Because it wasn't about pulling Ali away from St. Patrick's and back to Islam, at least not entirely. To Hassan, praying together is an act of love. In sharing his faith, he opens his heart to his son. And perhaps in sharing his faith, he hopes Ali can feel his mother's love, too.

Thinking about how Hassan and Ali spent their last moments praying together, loving each other.

bakedbakermom

erin greene character of all time. bev "you could shoot me now, it just means i'm five minutes behi—" erin SHOOTS HER DEAD ". we have five minutes."

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me every time a character in a Mike Flanagan series starts giving a beautiful, poetic and in depth monologue that awakens something deeply buried in my soul

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Riley Flynn

So what do you think happens when we die, Erin?

Erin Greene

Speaking for myself?

Riley Flynn

Speaking for yourself.

Erin Greene

Myself. My self. That's the problem. That's the whole problem with the whole thing That word, "self." That's not the word. That's not right, that isn't... How did I forget that? When did I forget that? The body stops a cell at a time, but the brain keeps firing those neurons Little lightning bolts, like fireworks inside, and I thought I'd despair or feel afraid, but I don't feel any of that. None of it. Because I'm too busy. I'm too busy in this moment. Remembering. Of course.

I remember that every atom in my body was forged in a star. This matter, this body is mostly just empty space after all and solid matter? It's just energy vibrating very slowly and there is no me. There never was. The electrons of my body mingle and dance with the electrons of the ground below me and the air I'm no longer breathing. And I remember there is no point where any of that ends and I begin I remember I am energy.

Not memory Not self. My name, my personality, my choices, all came after me I was before them and I will be after, and everything else is pictures, picked up along the way. Fleeting little dreamlets printed on the tissue of my dying brain. And I am the lightning that jumps between. I am the energy firing the neurons, and I'm returning. Just by remembering, I'm returning home.

And it's like a drop of water falling back into the ocean, of which it's always been a part.

All things... a part. All of us... a part.

You, me and my little girl, and my mother and my father, everyone who's ever been, every plant, every animal, every atom, every star, every galaxy, all of it. More galaxies in the universe than grains of sand on the beach.

And that's what we're talking about when we say "God." The one. The cosmos and its infinite dreams. We are the cosmos dreaming of itself. It's simply a dream that I think is my life, every time. But I'll forget this. I always do. I always forget my dreams. But now, in this split-second, in the moment I remember, the instant I remember, I comprehend everything at once.

There is no time.

There is no death.

Life is a dream.

It's a wish.

Made again and again and again and again and again and again and on into eternity. And I am all of it. I am everything. I am all. I am that I am.

femmeoutoffocus

We are the cosmos dreaming of itself. It's simply a dream that I think is my life, every time. But I'll forget this. I always do 🖤

ceecil

if you are ASEXUAL, you do not experience SEXUAL ATTRACTION.

if you are AROMANTIC, you do not experience ROMANTIC ATTRACTION.

if you are AROMATIC, you have a PLEASANT AND DISTINCTIVE SMELL.

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And if you are AUTOMATIC, SYSTEMATIC, and HYDROMATIC, why then you’re GREASED LIGHTENINGGGGG

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neuramou

the fact that Monsignor Pruitt just wanted a second chance with his family, only to end up stealing that second chance from Riley and Erin and their little girl

turquoisebolotie

So I finally finished Midnight Mass yesterday after putting it down for several years, and I'm just thinking about Sheriff Hassan.

Thinking about how he didn't grow up religious, but then dedicated himself to Islam, according to Ali, for his wife. And I'm just juxtaposing him in my head with Father Pruitt, who says he would've left the church for Millie and Sarah, had Millie ever asked, but didn't actually do it until his own fuckery brought down the church and the whole island along with it.

Thinking about how Hassan does not follow a God who would dole out miracles to some and not others. Thinking about how Pruitt's first thought when bringing the "angel" to the island was of giving immortality to Millie and Sarah. Everybody else was kind of an afterthought.

Thinking about how, despite the above point and despite all the bullshit he had already endured on that island, when Ali asked him to come with him to Easter Mass, Hassan went. Because he loved him. Because he wanted to be there if and when his son had questions. Because he wanted to be a barrier between his young son and the cannibalistic congregation ( I mean that metaphorically, but, hey, also literally. How 'bout that?) at St. Patrick's. Because he wanted to share in something with him again. Anything.

Thinking about how the line "I miss you praying" hurt my heart beyond articulation. Because it wasn't about pulling Ali away from St. Patrick's and back to Islam, at least not entirely. To Hassan, praying together is an act of love. In sharing his faith, he opens his heart to his son. And perhaps in sharing his faith, he hopes Ali can feel his mother's love, too.

Thinking about how Hassan and Ali spent their last moments praying together, loving each other.

annabelle--cane

I think my favorite single instant in midnight mass is when bev comes in and sees that pruitt has killed and totally drinked joe and is huddling in the corner covered in blood and she springs into cover up mode like "right um so we need to get you cleaned up and to the church" and pruitt, in the voice of a man who has been awake for thirty-six hours, says "yeah, here's the thing" and briefly puts his hand in a sunbeam to demonstrate the burning, and bev just sighs and goes "lord lord lord" while he kinda shifts in place and groans. real "this might as well happen" energy. yeah, sure, he burns in the sun now. fuck it. that's probably normal.

parttimeyearnersstuff

MIKE FLANAGAN please come back home. Mike Flanagan's love-stories-disguised-as-horror-stories-because-what-is-horror-without-love-and-what-is-love-without-horror-and-how-each-time-we-fall-in-love-we-create-a-new-ghost-and-how-horror-stories-were-once-love-stories-and-how-love-stories-were-once-horror-stories-and-how-one-wouldn't-exist-without-the-other please SAVE ME. Mike flanagan save me