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BRANDON LEE as ERIC DRAVEN THE CROW (1994)

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iwtv is so fun because it's not really about vampires who happen to be gay. it's about gay ppl with personality disorders who also happen to be vampires

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sweethearts in photo booths (1920s-1960s)

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The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls

Not everyone left for London after Esther Finch was defeated. So what happened to the human-animal denizens of Port Townsend?

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The tide rises, the tide falls.

Far above, a crow (once a crow, then a boy, again a crow) circles. He is searching for something upon the sands, a glint of red like blood. The crow (Monty, he reminds himself, he is Monty), sometimes turns away, drawn towards the ashes of a shop, sometimes to a house that smells like death. He is waiting for someone, but he cannot always remember who.

The crow was once a boy with stars in his eyes, who felt everything , who fell in love. He was called a friend. The crow was once a traitor, a pawn, discarded, unloved. He was called filthy. 

What he can remember is growing fuzzier, the feathery prison he is in blurs the edges of his memory, dims the pain. He wants to go back, to feel again. Even if it's only pain, even if love turned out to be scornful words and the agony of being ripped apart for a witch’s schemes.

Sometimes the crow leaves the shore, forgetting why he is there, only to return again. His flying grows more frantic as the days go by, pecking desperately at the sand in hopes of finding what he is searching for. 

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

A man (once a walrus, born from blood and betrayal), stoops over the sand, still searching, year after year. He looks for red, (“for courage”, a girl with hair like sea-foam and starlight told him). He hasn’t found it, but the hope of going home still burns in his chest, like water in his lungs, drowning him slowly. 

So he claws desperately through the sand, (with hands that are Wrong, in a body that is Wrong), in a town on the coast far from the only family he has ever known. 

Isn’t his need great enough? He asks, he begs, he pleads. He has learned his lesson, he promises the sea, he will never leave again. Will he be allowed home now?

He watches the crow circling above, the glimmer of a boy who is dying inside and feels the sea drip down his cheeks. So alike they are, yet so different, but they cling to hope, like a rope thrown from a ship during a storm.

Time will take the crow soon enough, and the walrus will be washed away by despair.

And the tide rises, and the tide falls.

A man (sometimes a cat) lounges on the beach, looking relaxed to all the world but for the darting of his eyes. He too searches for red, though he does not know what he will do if he finds it. 

A child of Desire who does not know what he wants, he returns to shore, day after day. Always as a man, clad all in the black of mourning. 

He is lonely (a voice tells him, echoing in his head at all times). He is grieving, mourning what he never had and what he never can have. A thousand hurts, a thousand hopes, all compiled into one kiss.

So he stays as a man, keeps feeling the pain he believes he should, the hell that follows him everywhere (it feels like being beaten to death, like being stabbed, like watching someone walk away). He stays because that is what he deserves. He could become a cat again, have the sharp edges of his pain numbed, return to the petty trials and tribulations that occur in his kingdom. 

But he stays on the beach, eyes tracking the crow as he circles above and the man as he scrabbles below, desiring nothing more than the oblivion that awaits them. 

And the tide rises, the tide falls.  

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BRANDON LEE as ERIC DRAVEN

THE CROW 1994, dir. Alex Proyas

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They were all in love with him. He had that effect on everyone.

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Obsessed with their commitment to having Monty perched up in his usual bird spot

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i don't think gym muscle counts. i think you should put on muscle from ploughing the field. rowing a boat. spending your days at the loom weaving intricate carpets. things of that nature

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The Crow (1994) dir. Alex Proyas

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Idk if this has been done yet-

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it drives me bonkers the way people don't know how to read classic books in context anymore. i just read a review of the picture of dorian gray that said "it pains me that the homosexual subtext is just that, a subtext, rather than a fully explored part of the narrative." and now i fully want to put my head through a table. first of all, we are so lucky in the 21st century to have an entire category of books that are able to loudly and lovingly declare their queerness that we've become blind to the idea that queerness can exist in a different language than our contemporary mode of communication. second it IS a fully explored part of the narrative! dorian gray IS a textually queer story, even removed from the context of its writing. it's the story of toxic queer relationships and attraction and dangerous scandals and the intertwining of late 19th century "uranianism" and misogyny. second of all, i'm sorry that oscar wilde didn't include 15k words of graphic gay sex with ao3-style tags in his 1890 novel that was literally used to convict him of indecent behaviour. get well soon, i guess...

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Made this while watching episode 6

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Edwin Payne & Charles Rowland | Dead Boy Detectives 1.05 / 1.08 (insp)