Dominance
There is obviously much more to be said about that last scene, but I find it interesting how Kinn puts himself in the dominant position--constantly putting himself above Porsche, caging him between his arms--up until Porsche slaps him. Then he naturally (and what looks to be subconsciously) looks up at Porsche for the rest of the scene. I think the majority of it is motivated by his mistake/wanting to prove how sorry he is. But I also think part of it is a reflection of the guilt he showed last episode. He took advantage of Porsche when he was unable to properly consent once before, but he’s giving Porsche all the control here. When Porsche turns around to look at him, Kinn’s still got his arms on either side of him, but it no longer feels like he’s forcibly caging him in; the motion conveys something gentler. It’s as if he’s pleading with him not to leave, to understand all the baggage he carries, and even though they haven’t worked through these trust issues, what happens after conveys all the desperation and vulnerability they feel with each other--perhaps more than the words ever could. Not to say that they don’t need to have an actual conversation about their issues, but in the heat of the moment, I think the mood change transitioned nicely.
Here, we see them face to face, height to height. No one is looking up at the other. This is just before Kinn puts himself in a lower position. The most vulnerable position he could possibly be in, a position he probably hasn’t allowed himself to occupy since Tawan (or, dare I say, maybe ever).
And that golden light shining through the back, overcoming the green warning light pervading the scene? The way it illuminates the space between them as they meet each other’s eyes?? The way their gazes search every part of each other’s expression, taking it all in??? There’s an understanding there.
They will doubtlessly exchange more harsh words with each other before the season is over, but in my opinion, this moment where they look at each other is proof that they will be able to overcome it all.
(***I’ve finally gotten my thoughts together a bit more on the cinematography and color of this scene, which I’ve written more about here.)
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hm. a small part of me, is, i think, a bit upset that they did not Commit To The Bit in regards to revealing or not revealing the Captain's name, but also, on the other hand, i think it was important that they did reveal it at that specific moment, because before that, it was always kept formal, with titles and last names, and the only time we hear the Captain's and Havers' first names, James' and Anthony's first names, is when James is dying, and it's just so, so personal.
James needs to tell Anthony that he loves him before he dies, though of course Anthony knows, they both know, probably always knew, but they cannot say anything, so first names is really the closest they can get to each other and. it just would not be the same if they hadn't told us his name.
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In terms of Yor and how she approaches the idea of “normal” I do very much see it as her wanting to be “normal” first and foremost and then her trying to fit the role of wife and mother is a manifestation of that. As in, rather than her conflict being primarily to fit those roles because she’s always had some deep yearning to have a family or anything.
I read it as her wanting to be “normal” because she feels like it’s something she missed out on being and that it’s something she’s failing at being (and her wondering if parents would have “taught her to be normal” just adds to that) and that whilst there’s obviously a security element there of not wanting to be targeted by the SSS it does come off as something she wants regardless.
Hopefully though, the direction it’s going with her arc, she’ll get to meet people who let her realise that it’s okay for her to not have to fit the mold. Sure, the SSS won’t be vanishing anytime soon, but for her to at least realise for herself that she isn’t lacking for not being completely normal (and that to some extent, everyone deviates from the norm in some way or another) would be a big step for her.
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I always see autistic people say they either mask really well, or they can't mask at all so they never did.
where are my autistics who tried really hard to mask growing up, wasted so much time and energy doing it, but realized it was completely pointless when you got older because you were awful at it and it never worked once in your life. you were visibly autistic to everyone and played pretend alone for no reason 🥹 all in attempt to please people and get them to stop harassing, bullying, and punishing you for being "too weird/quiet/boring/awkward/scary/etc"
basically, you don't fit in either side of the perspective. you relate to both sides. you experienced the deep exhaustion caused by masking, but you experienced the harassment and unfair treatment caused by not masking. with the added trauma of the mask not working so you're exhausted from the effort and getting bullied still on top of it.
bonus points if all that wasted time attempting to mask, and failing, led to you not being able to form your own self/personality and you have no clue who the hell you are now as an adult. maybe you gave up masking once you realized it did nothing to help and only made things worse. so now you're an empty pile of masks that don't fit and there's nothing inside 😔
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break up angst?! my heart hurts but I see this in a timeline where you break up with Steve before getting back together and living happily ever after.
So you’ve been together since after high school, Steve’s at FV and you’re having a year out before college ( which is a couple of hours away). It’s perfect. How could it not be? Steve worships the ground you walk on and every time you see him, your knees still go weak and your heart feels like it might leap right out of your chest.
College comes around, you make it work. He’s working in Hawkins and you talk on the phone every night, and swap out who visits who at the weekend. You’re miserable without him. He feels the same. But you make it through a year, have another perfect summer where you even go on a few little trips away. It turns out Steve is terrified of planes, and he doesn’t let go of your hand the entire way there and back. You’re planning your life together. He makes a plan - he’s going to community college and is going to be a school councillor or work with kids in some capacity, maybe he starts volunteering with community projects for kids in the autumn when you go back to college.
It’s a good distraction. You see a future with Steve, he only wants you. But there’s something you both begin to feel. Maybe you need to figure out who you are, what you want after college - maybe a graduate programme in another city. You can’t and won’t ask Steve to come with you, because he’s finally found what he wants to do and he has an extra glow to him now. Maybe he finds a leaflet and a phone number for the admissions office in your book bag.
The conversation you never have weighs on every conversation, lingering like a spectre. When you’re out at the weekend with Robin, Eddie, or having a movie night with the kids (who aren’t really kids anymore), you watch each other subtly - how can I be without you? how can I make sure I’m not the one holding you back? Is this really what I want, all I want is him…her…us.
You bite the bullet. There’s a programme in Toronto, maybe Edinburgh or even Boston. Steve knows it’s coming. Both of your hearts hurt as you cry and hold each other and promise each other that you want the other to be happy. But you have to do this. He has to let you go. He’s finally finding himself, making himself proud rather than feeling that vicariously through you, or the nuggets, or feeling the guilt from his father’s disappointment.
You don’t know who you are without him, but you try. You work hard, make new friends, keep in touch with old faces. Steve gets a job he loves - it’s tough but he’s making a difference.
Maybe it’s two years later - you had missed each other the last time you were home, or maybe you had seen him with another girl. Maybe he had seen you while he was driving to pick Dustin up from the airport, home for the holidays. You’ve cut your hair a bit and look so grown up, city girl.
Maybe it’s a late night grocery store run in sweats and no makeup.
“Hi city girl.”
Your knees feel weak again, heart fit to burst as you turn to see him. Him. Strong and soft and Steve, he opens his arms just in time to catch you as you hug him.
“Hi handsome.”
christ.
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