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Every friend group should include... Prodigal son week: day 7- free choice
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Prodigal Son - 1x05
The beginning of a beautiful love story
I just found this on Pinterest, the line of Malcolm and his weird sexual dream with a sword & the comment just make my day
This picture just makes me happy
He look so fine and happy, but there’s a part of a corpse in front of him. So logic, so Bright
there is nothing in the world so telling as the contradiction between the man Martin tries to portray himself as and the readiness with which he calls Malcolm “my boy.” this is absolutely textbook. as someone who’s studied abnormal psychology for years now, there’s no doubt in my mind that the writers have done this on purpose and I love them for it.
narcissists A. are incredible liars, and B. have a habit of dehumanizing the people closest to them (i.e. children, partners, etc). and one of the ways this presents itself is by the person in question referring to others not by name, but as “my [blank].” it’s literally them taking possession over these people and viewing them not as their own separate person, but as an extension of themselves and nothing more.
Martin Whitly tries to come off as a loving father, and perhaps even tries to convince himself that this is true, but every time he calls Malcolm “my boy” (which is constantly) is just further cements the fact that it’s all a show.
Just a reminder