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here in the storm, i found peace in you

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Genre of character: submissive like a guard dog is submissive

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babe let’s break dating stereotypes by replacing hookup culture with medieval romance. you write poems for me and then i d!e in a war for you

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it's mostly that they let the "served me right, too" sit for the entire fucking season that bothers me

there wasn't a single point at which anyone said to izzy "no, actually, you didn't deserve it, you didn't deserve ed's mental AND physical abuse, culminating in actual irreparable physical damage, just because you were a bit of a cunt"

and he dies believing he deserved it. all of it. not only that, he dies believing not only that he deserved all the abuse and suffering he faced, but that he DIDN'T deserve the support and the respect and the safety he was starting to build with the crew, especially the ones who were ALSO put through ed's mental and physical abuse.

they just let that sit, unchallenged. that's what bothers me.

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we really got to watch izzy fall in love with life again just to have it ripped away from him. i am sick to my stomach.

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just the fact that this is a show where people get stabbed in the gut multiple times with no long-term health problems and not even real pain, someone gets tossed overboard in the middle of the night and manages to get onto another ship without drowning, an entire island of people gets found and rescued by a dude in a rowboat who doesn’t even know they’ve been marooned, someone lives despite being in a coma and beaten with a cannonball, and A GUY TURNS INTO A FUCKING SEAGULL but oh no THIS time this guy is dead after getting shot even when he didn’t die from blood loss or infection or a fucking gun to his head earlier like ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

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at this point we should all get group therapy

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rip to izzy hands, so wife coded he even got killed off for a man’s development <3

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Broke: Izzy died and is not coming back

Woke: Izzy will be resurrected through sea magic

Bespoke: Izzy reincarnates as a seagull and he and Seagull-Buttons spend the rest of their bird lives terrorizing Stede

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izzy is so fucking stupid. “the crew loves you.” they don’t love ed izzy. the crew loved you. frenchie and jim saved your life.

the crew made you a fucking leg.

they couldn’t care less about ed.

ed wasn’t their fucking unicorn

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surely this is how it went

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Oh ffs, I don't care if "death is part of life" was the message you got out of Izzy's death, I'm personally tired of the bitter™️ character slowly finding their way amongst the bunch of weridos who they can now call family and be comfortable around, dying just because it is IMPACTFUL.

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PETER DE POTTER ROUTINE POST 39 24-10

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the role of the person in the passenger seat is not only navigator but secretary as well. you have to type up the drivers messages to random ladies on facebook about cbd cream & google whether that billy joel song was the theme song for that show or not

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every so often im struck by the memory of one of my college professors getting very angry with our class (art history of pompeii 250) because when she excitedly detailed the ingenious roman invention of heated floors in bathhouses via hearths in small crawlspaces, we asked who was tending the fires. she said "oh, slaves i suppose. but that isnt the point". and we said that it actually very much was the point. she had just told us that in roman society there were dozens of people, maybe hundreds, who spent every day of their enslaved lives crawling in cramped, hot, smoky tunnels to light fires to warm pools of water (which they were not allowed to swim in). how could that not be the point?

she wanted us to focus on the art, on the innovation of heated plumbing, on the tiles and decorations of the bathhouses, and all we wanted to do was learn more about the people under the floors. and she didn't know anything more about that. in fact, she said she thought we were focusing too much on superfluous details.

it feels almost hokey to put too fine a point on the idea im getting at here but i will anyway: There are a lot of people who are still under the floors. all these beautiful, convenient, brilliant innovations of modern society (think fast fashion, chatgpt, uber, doordash) are still powered by people working in inhumane, untenable conditions.

the people who run these systems want you to focus on the good - who doesnt love warm water? - but if anything is going to improve or change in our lifetimes, you need to examine these things with an attentive, critical, and empathetic eye. and for fucks sake stop ordering from amazon

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Colin Farrell