sci fi is all about getting so scared and ripping tubes out of yourself. people miss this

sci fi is all about desperately trying to reclaim your violated bodily autonomy. it’s all about asserting that you are a being with agency, and you can choose what happens to your own person, even if that’s ripping tubes out of yourself. and also sometimes an alien is there

It is sooooo diabolical for Armand to stalk Daniel and report back to Louis for 50 years just for Louis to giggle and bat his eyelashes and go “wait but what if we pretend we haven’t seen him since SF and invite him to interview us again while you pretend to be my maid” and Armand goes “sure babe but first let me steam my purple silk top and send the chef his favorite dessert recipe” like yeahhhh they’ve all been alive for too long and have completely lost their minds your honor

i dont watch it but its very funny to me that iwtv s1 episode titles are like We Burn Eternally Beneath The Hateful Fury Of A Deity’s Ancient Vengeance and iwtv s3 episode titles are like Cleveland

AMC really struck gold with the unreliable narrator idea because now people will insist that any flaw in the storytelling is actually a genius premeditated reflection of a fallible narrator, any pacing issues are actually a genius premeditated reflection of a characters psyche, and any lack of character development is actually a genius premeditated reflection on a characters refusal to face their own trauma, and having cheap looking production is actually a genius premeditated reflection of a characters memories, and any unwarranted deviation from the source material is actually a genius premeditated lie that will be proven false at some unspecified point, and any poor handling of sensitive subjects is actually a genius premeditated commentary on the characters own failings, etc, etc.

the audacity of daniel molloy to call armand friendless when he’s out solo bowling. name three people who answer your phone calls if it’s not work related

an interest passing feels like being abandoned by the evil spirit that had taken possession of your body

pulling out hanks of grass and sighing listlessly. i kind of miss being posessed. isn't there an evil spirit somewhere that wants to possess meeee

walking around the dashboard at four in the morning stepping on all the creaking posts loud as fuck