cap and kitty's little improv scene... the way they gossip about 90s bands together... the fairy godmother.... that winning smile of yours, now where is it... now our song about clouds is doooooone... the wizard of oz.... when he turns the attention on himself so she doesn't have to talk about eleanor... she pictures her father as him in the flashbacks... agh ants! no, no, they can't hurt you... why would you want to kill time it's meant to be enjoyed.. ah what's the rush, we've got forever... kitty thinks her baby kicked and calls cap over to feel... father christmas is not reallllll-ly in the habit.... no one wants to listen to this old walrus... hang on you made me do something horrible. yes but they're staying... maybe they'll decide to stay. they won't, kitty.
My story is an embroidery with many beginnings and no end. But I will start with the thread of my sestra Sarah, who stepped off a train one day and met herself.
Happy 6th anniversary to the series finale of Orphan Black!
bitches will abandon you for a century, eat your intestines with their dick and completely the cycle of abuse by becoming you, and then expect you not to eviscerate yourself in a final desperate act of love and revenge
When the cat king was revealed I whispered, "Oh no."
My son was playing a thing on his laptop, listening to the show, but when he looked up he mirrored my, "oh no."
Which became progressively more dramatic and strained as the scene went on. So if anyone had heard us they'd be very confused by the staggered and echoing, "Oh, oh no, oh no, ooohh...no, no, no."
Followed by, "Yeah, that's what I thought."
Suffice to say we will be watching more of this show.
i imagine the elegy is the most common poetic form on the trill planet. it just has to be. like the sort of nostalgia that ezri engages in here is so distinct and could so easily hurt if she's not willing to be poetic about it, you know? to be so full of so many memories, with no material perspective on any of them!--i mean! the memories are bound to be coated in amber, to turn and twist into "golden days" even if the days were in fact not golden, and become emblematic of the george-eliot-mill-on-the-floss-description-of-devotion: "we could never have loved the earth so well if we had no childhood in it." and ezri has had nine childhoods.
and like. ezri is describing something she can never really go back to because it does not materially belong to her, speaking to someone who had a similar relationship to another dax host ("two of us, side by side") which ezri can never return to either because it does not materially belong to her, but even if they were her memories, rather than just the memories she carries, still she would never be able to return. it's a triplicate of nostalgia and an elegiac wilderness and i think there's something particular about how ezri expresses this longing-to-return (in a way jadzia did not): as a somewhat unwilling symbiont host but who's job it is to understand people even when they can't quite explain themselves. she feels undeserving in a way that the thomas-gray-narrator feels undeserving, sitting in a country churchyard, reading the inscriptions on tombstones of ordinary yet well-loved people, as "The plowman homeward plods his weary way, / And leaves the world to darkness and to [her]." and it's like the rough transition for her from being one person to nine hasn't yet given her the opportunity to realize that she is already a part of the elegy, not just a narrator.
I'm sure someone has already mentioned this btw, but I need people to learn about the absolute genius that is Dungeon Meshi's official title in Spanish, so let me explain:
To start I need you to know that in Spanish Dungeons and Dragons is called Dragones y Mazmorras. This is the literal, word by word translation.
Why is this important, you ask?
Well. In Spanish we have the verb "tragar", which means to swallow, but as an adjective the meaning changes. A "persona tragona" is someone who eats a lot.
Now that you have all this information, this is Dungeon Meshi's title in Spanish:
Curt's "why are you here" when Owen reveals himself to be the DMA hurts me so bad. It's probably my favorite line from that scene I couldn't tell you why it just hits too hard
I love the casting of Sebastian Stan as Steve Kemp and Robert Redford as Alexander Pierce.
I love how their charm makes is so much easier for them to come off as the perfect man at first.
Pierce is the perfect man in charge: refused the Nobel Peace Prize because 'peace was a responsibility'. Kemp is the perfect boyfriend: he talks about cotton candy grapes and even refused food and drink to make love to his new girl.
They make their red flags look like a fashion statement.
And the protagonists realize how evil they are only until it's almost too late and they're already lost something to them.
Most of all, I LOVE the subversion of heterosexual eurocentric attractiveness, which is usually only attributed to the hero- being cast on the villain.