i think i've mentioned it before in passing but it still fucks me up how Orlok is a physical manifestation of every "wrong and sinful" desire that Ellen tries to repress, as well as the panic that is associated with them.
the first sexual urges of her puberty (he claims her "ever-eternally"). the desire to dominate her husband (he dominates Thomas at the castle, demanding the subservience she never could). her queerness (he drinks from Anna, long and deep, and destroys Harding's family). the desperate longing for companionship, regardless of how dark and abnormal she believes herself to be (he answers her call from miles away, crosses an ocean for her, wants her, wants her, wants her - but she cannot imagine being wanted without repercussions, and so he brings the plague with him, a punishment for the sin of receiving what she craves).
Ellen is a mess of crushing guilt. she only ever sees ugliness in herself and i think it's so compelling to see her being desired above all else - not despite, but because of that ugliness, y'know?..
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pretty in pink 🍡
twenty years across the sea
The way that things were so hazy when Joel was moving through the hospital searching for Ellie. It was shot out of focus, we watched his boots more than anything. The sound was muffled. He killed every single person he came across, even those who weren’t maybe necessary. It felt like a fugue state, dissociative, even.
Then the second he has Ellie in his sight, everything is clear again. When he shoots the doctor, it’s loud and in focus. He spares the nurses. He’s evaluating threats. He’s making plans. He’s cold and clinical again, the way we saw in past episodes when Ellie was in danger.
Genius
Some lovely people have tried to inform me that real hedgies can have clicky purrs and I am very much aware of that. I just think Shadow is built different.
Like, louder.
I miss them and my haikyuu days
bakugou is the type of guy to show up at your door with flowers in his hand and shoo you out of the way with his hips and rummage through your kitchen like he owns the place (maybe he bought the building just to know you’re safe) and before you know it he’s whipped up a three course meal (“none of that small ass portions!”) and you ask why such a fancy dinner date on a random thursday
“We held hands for the first time two years ago today, you idiot,”
Happy Birthday Izuku
Cutie