You cant take the sky from me

Trinity Santos walks into the Pitt everyday with a bucket of unresolved trauma, a toxic yuri situationship, and Dennis Whitaker hanging off her belt like a labubu and still manages to serve cunt

"eyes on me" "eyes on me remember" and suddenly he's 13 years old watching men with guns get torn apart by demodogs and he doesnt want these kids to see that. he doesnt want these kids to remember that the way he does. holy shit. mike wheeler.

just so everybody's clear: duke crocker is the most selfless person ever and none of them deserve him

god forbid a gay person be good at his job. “he killed scott” like a hundred people have tried to kill scott it’s not his fault he succeeded

Sometimes I still can’t believe that the writers expect me to believe that Alex would leave Jo(a woman he married twice), for a woman he hasn’t seen or talked to in over a decade.

Edgar Allan Poe uses live burial, the death of a beautiful young woman, and narrators haunted by some guilt or loss to the point of madness the way that Taco Bell uses ground beef, refried beans, and cheese. This isn't exactly a diss, but he really does squeeze an impressive number of crowd-pleasing combinations out of the same few ingredients.

Upon reflection. House of Usher feels like to me the catharsis of years of pent up anger at the blorbofication of succession characters. Mike said no you know what they’re all awful people and they should choke. And frankly? I’m with him on that. My genuine biggest complaint about the end of succession was that not enough of those cunts actually died and I’m quite happy with the entirety of the usher family (symbolic of the inherent rot of the american capitalist experiment) eating complete shit over the course of the narrative.

Another thing that I loved about Usher was the very clear message that money is not the source of moral corruption. Moral corruption is a necessary condition for becoming a billionaire. Billionaire status comes at the cost of untold human suffering and the decision not to care about that suffering. The rot in a billionaire's heart is the prerequisite for their billions, not the result of it.