Algún día, Brillaremos Juntas.

I can't believe Teor died before Travis Willingham's birthday today, the lion man didn't even make it to Leo season 😔

Hal's final role isn't simply becoming the face of the revolution, it's becoming something larger than himself. That's what makes his story so heartbreaking. Every role has stripped away another piece of Halandil Fang until the symbol risks swallowing the man whole. The tragedy is that the symbol grows stronger while the man quietly disappears. And I can't help but wonder if his final fight won't be for the revolution… but for himself.

the thing is that pomegranates and blood and cannibalism and Fucked Up Deer are literally cool. like they're genuinely just sick as fuck and you simply cannot deny it without looking like a try-hard contrarian. they rule. sorry for thinking deep scarlet is an awesome color for things to be... as if it's my fault...

every time someone says odysseus “just” loves his wife or “just” wants to go home, i get so agitated… you don’t understand. odysseus wants everything. he wants to be at home, and he wants to be a hero. he wants to die, and he wants to live. he wants his family, and he wants to lie to them. he wants to tell the story of his life, and he wants to keep his secrets. he wants to go back and for everything to be as it was, and he wants the glory and wealth and reputation he hard-won. he wants to be at peace, and he wants to do violence. he wants to sail past the sirens safely, and he wants to hear them. he wants the war to end, and he wants it to mean something. he wants to have his cake and eat it too. he’s the man of many ways. he’ll get his damn homecoming but he’s a rube goldberg machine. he doesn’t “just” anything.