God Is Looking Back

half man is one of the best tv shows i’ve ever seen and i would love to be able to recommend it more but unfortunately it falls under the “everyone needs to get real cool about a bunch of stuff really quickly” category

heartwarming: your favorite character was canonically molested

[i.d.: a photoset with images from black sails, with words overlaying each one to form a longer quote. the images are: a younger miranda hamilton and james mcgraw on a boat, young miranda crying, a close up of alfred hamilton, a medium shot of alfred in a chair, miranda screaming in peter ashe’s dining room, colonel rhett holding up a gun, miranda lying on the floor with a bullet wound in her head, below the deck of a ship, flint looking out to a burning charles town, and peter ashe slumped over on the ground. the quote reads, “oh now you pull out your code of justice - call me accursed, demand my exile! what about them? what about him? this man who, without a second thought, as if it were a goat dying, sacrificed his own child. isn’t it this man you should have sent into exile, to pay for that polluted deed? instead you pass judgement on me! well i warn you, threaten me all you like and yes, if you crush me, you’ll be giving the orders. but if some god ordains the opposite, however late, old men, i’ll teach you your place.”]

there’s not words for what the black sails finale does to you . ive been through some Shows, some Final Episodes that have shaken me to the core, that have stayed with me. but oh my god the journey of black sails concludes in this all-consuming, all-encompassing, eternal spectre that tears your soul asunder. its so visceral. and its not even unexpected. it’s an expected narrative it’s an unexpected narrative it’s pulling apart the atomic threads of what a “narrative” is. and you are NEVER the same again. its not even possible to articulate the experience of watching it because theres no WAY to EXPLAIN. FUCK

wanting to vent a bit/being worried about privacy will have you posting like i'm dealing with issues and problems. situations have happened to me. and there are emotions i'm experiencing about this. or not. gotta keep 'em on their toes.

maharet from the vampire chronicles is one of my favorite female character in like anything, i wish she was in the books more. she's tracked her daughters and her daughters daughters on and on through the centuries to protect them. she's a cannibal. she explicitly tells marius de romanus to shut the fuck up and sit down several times upon meeting him. she's blind. she's devoted to her sister. she used to be the leader of a village in the levant because she can talk to ghosts. losing your mind as the centuries wear upon your fragile shoulders? not maharet. she's just built different. she's like "despair about what? i have a family line, this kickass mansion, my great great great great great grand daughter to drag on adventures with me, two male vampires on a short leash, and access to the spirit world" and she's right about it too. i want to study her

1920s guy driving a model t with a "i bought this before ford went crazy" bumper sticker