#sensaetes

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tl;dr We need to help Sense8 get more than just a 2 hour finale. Spread word about the show and watch both seasons that are out to give Netflix the message that we support Sense8 and need more of its message in the world today. Regardless of fandom or blog or platform, we need your help to spread this message. 

So here’s the basic premise: 8 strangers from all around the globe find themselves unfathomably connected both physically and mentally. 

Sense8 –– to quote @rilesgorski –– is “a bollywood rom com, mexican soap opera, a cop drama, nancy drew hacktivist adventure, nicholas sparks movie, martial arts film, and a german gangster romance while also being a sci-fi mystery, musical and family sitcom all in one show” Honestly though!? Who couldn’t be interested?

If you haven’t ever heard of this show, or even if you have, you need to give Sense8 a chance. Trust me, I have heard it all when it comes to why some people don’t like the show. They say it is too pushy with its ideas, that it is simply too weird, too abstract of an idea, that the first episode just doesn’t keep you interested. And many other reasons. 

But please hear me out. Of course this show isn’t perfect. I could argue that almost no show is perfect. But that doesn’t mean that this show comes close, or that it is worth giving a chance and worth fighting for. Take my advice and the advice of thousands of sensates who love this show to watch past the first few episodes. It progresses slower than most shows but it is all the more worth it given the incredible scope of the show and the plot it is aiming to portray.

Sense8 is a show about people. I almost would say it is more than a show, but rather a movement, a cause, a force. It inspires messages of love and support for our fellow human race. Regardless of race, ethnicity, sexual orientation, background, skin color, or any other difference we place to divide us, Sense8 promotes the idea that we all have a lot more in common and that it is something to truly celebrate and embrace. And I haven’t even talked about its breathtaking and incredibly unique cinematography, its inspiring dialog and well-written and diverse characters, its talented cast and crew, its incredible plot-line, or its truly moving and inspiring music.

However, the tragic thing about this all is that Netflix has pulled the plug on further seasons for whatever baffling reason. For a long time they wouldn’t listen to any plea. However, largely due to the wonderful movement and spirit that Sense8 has ignited in all of us, we were able to make our voices heard and convince the company that we wouldn’t settle. Netflix has since conceded to giving the show a 2 hour finale. And while it is truly incredible that we managed to get that far, we still believe Sense8 has more to offer.

This show deserves much more than a 2 hour finale. This show deserves the multiple seasons it was intended to have. Even the magnificently brilliant Lana Wachowski, one of the show’s creator’s, thinks so. She has told us she is writing Season 3 even though it hasn’t been cleared yet by Netflix. That says a lot. Lana believes in this movement, this cause, and this show.  And she has the faith that we can help her fight for it. 

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“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

After years of companionship, of constant presence, they fought almost as one - on the battlefield and at the council, they were seamless. Their styles matched perfectly. They knew each other’s every move, every thought, and they were breathtaking to watch, deadly to fight, fluid and skilled, trading defend-attack by turn - the crusader and the Roman, their styles meshing with a clockwork perfection. It was a dance, an elegant and deathly dance, the same as at court - just slightly more bloody.

Slightly.

Gwen looked like a saint in the morning sunlight, her dark hair cut at her chin, her eyes shot through with gold, her armor shining like fire. She reached up and ran a hand along the top crest of his crown, the metal of her gloved hand singing along the gold. The weight of it was heavy on his head. “Are you going to pray?”

“I never do.” And he smiled then, his teeth sharp and white. “We don’t need to.”

It was dangerous, Gwen knew. It was hubris; they were denying God at the very hour of their need. The English armies were colossal, savage, an unrelenting tide from across the sea; they should be afraid. She could hear the shouts of the oncoming march echoing across the hill. There should have been fear. That would have been healthy, would have kept them guarded, aware and suspecting.

There was none.

Not in her, to be sure - only the excitement, the anticipation of the feeling of power that one found in wielding a weapon like a broadsword, cutting down the multitudes as if she was Moses, parting the Red Sea. It was holy, it was dizzying. It was terrible. She lived for it, breathed in it, and she saw the sentiment reflected in Jack’s eyes just as sharply.

Perhaps it was going to kill them, one day. The lack of piety, of humility; the total pride. The absolute trust. The acknowledgment of greatness. They were facing thousands upon thousands of bloodthirsty, barbarous Englishmen - and they were not afraid. They were not afraid and perhaps that was, yes, a kind of death sentence - but perhaps it was a kind of blessing too. They felt like gods. They felt like emperors. They knew themselves to be divine in right and in rule and that - that was intoxicating. It was breathtaking.

The cries of the encroaching army were growing closer. Jack and Gwen looked at each other, took each other’s armored hands and let the sunlight burn upon their faces.