some men are born to plow fields. some live to be great physicians. others . . . to be great kings. but me?
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some men are born to plow fields. some live to be great physicians. others . . . to be great kings. but me?
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anyways, it turns out god does love you enough to save you, you’re just so doomed by the narrative that even he couldn’t manage it. sorry about that. but not as sorry as he is.
don’t mind me I’m just thinking about how crazy it would be to have a devoted servant who you trusted above all others and who was happy — honored, even — to spend their life kneeling at your feet like a loyal dog. and then one day it turns out that your servant is actually God, like capital-G God, making you not just God’s favorite, but the object of God’s worship: a holy figure to the literal divine.
obsessed with people leaving reviews on my work that make it obvious that they are from Somewhere Else. especially comments in different languages, but even comments in english that use words/phrases that aren’t typically found in my community’s lexicon are so so special to me. like yes. YES. you have crossed oceans and time to find me. i am cradling you in my arms
My favorite thing about learning that the creators of blue eye samurai are a mixed race couple whose mixed race daughter inspired them to create the show is that it means they, like many parents, were like “what should we do if people are mean to her because she’s mixed race” and the answer was “well we probably can’t just let her kill them all. but wouldn’t that be nice”
something about the juxtaposition of Jamie and Ted’s relationships with their mothers and how it really drives home the idea that Ted’s mother was lovely, but just not ever there for Ted in the way he needed her to be, and Ted saying, tears in his eyes, that sometimes he is just so afraid of getting close to his own son, and that poem Mae recites to Ted, “they fuck you up, your mom and dad/they may not mean to, but they do/they fill you with the faults they had/and add some extra, just for you.”
The parallel between Ted seeing Jamie in the treatment room, downtrodden and bullied by his father, vs Ted seeing Jamie in the treatment room celebrating his victory with Roy and Keeley……and the way THAT parallels Jamie going to Amsterdam with his mom…..replacing traumatic memories associated with his father with good memories, surrounded by people he loves, and who love him back…..nobody FUCKING touch me
PHILIP JAMES DUNSTER EMMY WHEN