mad max: fury road says that when stripped down to its basic parts, the world is run by rich old men who control the production of weapons, oil, and water and food resources. these old men willingly hold most of the world in artificial poverty and take luxury as their right. they regard women as their property. they use sincere religious sentiment to further their selfish aims. they killed the world.
furiosa wants to fight back: she wants to escape to the green place, the utopia of childhood. but no matter what she and the wives sacrifice or how far they search, the earth is sour. the old men poisoned the soil with their bombs and their chemicals. there is no homeland outside of the systems these old men have dominated and these women have inhabited, the system furiosa has learned and perpetuated and rejected. their only option is to go back, to kill the old men and take their place in the tower where decisions are made.
can they hold the citadel, the ones who plant seeds instead of bombs? can they deradicalize the religious soldiers and create a more equitable society? can something grow in sour soil after all? we will never know. we leave our change-makers moving up into the seat of power. but as long as they rise, we can hold on to an ambiguous moment of hope.
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tim and bernard who break up and it's nothing big, no one cheated or anything. it's just their lifestyles didn't work out well together. tim cannot give up vigilantism currently and bear cannot handle the level of danger tim puts himself in. and on the other hand, tim cannot handle the fact that bear chooses to run into danger as an emt bc he already worries about everything but now he has to worry if he'll find his boyfriend convulsing from fear gas in a random alley but also bear who felt the life drain out of darla cannot stand the thought of not helping people and runs headfirst into dangerous situation after dangerous situation hoping that every person he saves can somehow make up for the fact that he could not save darla.
(he very pointedly does not think about the fact that there was nothing he could do because if he thinks about that, he'll spiral until they have to lock him in arkham too)
and so they break up but they were tim & bernard in high school and when they started dating they balanced out the worst of each other and they became tim&bernard. and everyone who knows them, knows that they're better together but they cant be together, they refuse actually because they cannot lose another person to the violence of gotham and by the time they figure out that they cant work together as long as the other is an emt or vigilante, it's too late for both them. they've already left too many pieces of themselves in each other.
tim still knows what bear means when he says "tim" in that exasperated voice. tim still goes boneless when he hears bear say "baby" in that firm tone. bear can still read tim like a book. he still knows the right way to massage tim's neck so that tim can go to sleep. everyone at the first responders gala knows not to bother ceo drake-wayne and senior emt dowd when they're talking.
(and if they're standing a little too close to each other than what is normal, who are they to judge? everyone knows that dowd and drake-wayne have history)
and if everyone on the night shift has caught red robin with his head tucked into the crook of emt dowd's neck as emt dowd runs a soothing hand up and down the vigilante's back, well then, they just quietly back away.
(after all, dowd's one of like, five, emts that can get the bats to receive medical treatment so if turning a blind eye to whatever the fuck they have going on is what allows them to give back to their heroes, then the night shift will do it every time)
and of course, tim and bear are practical people. they loved (love) each other sure, but when your lives are fundamentally incompatible, well, you cant get too stuck on the what-ifs, that's for sure. and so they do find love with other people and yeah, maybe it's not what they expected love to be when they first fell in love with each other. it's not the bubbly, stomach-swoopy, cant stop grinning, feeling that permeated tim&bernard's early days or the i Know you/you Know me that was their middle or the quiet despair that was their end but it is contentment. and in a life with as many losses as theirs, contentment is something they hold dearly
and they're happy! truly! but sometimes, at galas when they're making each other snort champagne out their noses or in darkened alleyways when their clothes are both stained with blood or at rallies for stricter gun regulations in gotham where they both sit too close to each other, fingers enclosed around each other in a death grip, when the presenters inevitably bring up grieves
(worst school shooting in gotham in decades, there's blood on their hands and blood in their mouths and darla is dead in between both of them and there is a chasm so wide that they are screaming to get their voices across and she will always be dead and maybe this had always been the problem that she is dead and there is no coming back from that and that there is blood on their hands and blood in their mouth and blood on their han-)
but sometimes, most especially on opposite sides of the street, as life pulls them in different directions, just sometimes, they see each other and just for a second, nothing too long, the flap of a hummingbird's wings, the time it takes to blink, an electron's orbital, they look at each other and for the briefest moment, blue on brown, a barely noticeable stutter in their steps, the space between heartbeats, because this is all they will give themselves because they do not dwell on what-ifs or what-could-have-beens, or what-should-have-beens, or delusions of a softer world, their eyes meet and they think to themselves, god, in another life, i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with him.
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I'd like to take a moment to appreciate how incredible Echo is
When Wrecker had to go to the far end of the compound and turn on the breakers (Jurassic Park feels, anyone? He even had to PRIME the handle), that left Hunter, Crosshair, and Echo to deal with the wyrm, while Omega was ready to flip the switch for the perimeter fence. Now, normally, Crosshair would be their eyes in the sky, taking the tower and covering them from up high; but he can't because of his twitchy hand. Without missing a beat or embarassing Crosshair, Echo immediately volunteered to take the high vantage point to call out directions - good thing, too, because Cross can barely hit the broadside of a barn as he is right now.
As a strategist and a leader, Echo has come so far. The way he mediates conflict, encourages the team, guides Omega, and keeps them focused on the mission "here and now" is remarkable. He has all the best qualities of Rex and Obi-Wan. I'm just so proud of him.
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Claudia was the best out of all of them.
The brilliant vampire, the best companion, the most devoted lover. Not demented AND devoted. Just devoted, because she wanted to be loved as she was, but she also wanted to love. She didn't need admiration, she didn't try to shape Madeleine into anything, she didn't want only one way of life, she wanted life itself. And life wanted her, even for a small moment in time.
I know, all of those vampires are alluring and interesting. I love Lestat, he's a driving force for me in reading books, but oh my god. It makes me want to barf because of how easily him and Louis let Claudia down. Yeah, I know. The youngest son that did everything for his family to survive and god only crumbs of affection from his mother. The oldest son that took responsibility for his family amongst a bunch of racist bastards that would through him under the bus without a thought. But they never asked what it was like for Claudia before. Never really told her. Only read her diaries to find out.
I don't want to dig into Louis, because I have too many thoughts. Most of all, Claudia was totally right about him. Completely. Choose another one over her. Let her be abused by Armand. Turned Madeleine, but so what? Gave her a minute of happiness in exchange for years of torture and uncertainty. Reluctant support. I don't hate Louis. But if he had listened to Claudia just one time. Or drove her away from Paris forever. Done anything, really.
She still loved him. Still asked him for help. Still turned to him for reassurance. Probably, didn't believe him in the end, because she was better than all of them.
And Madeleine clutching her dress when Louis was being dragged away? Their little coven was solidified way before Madeleine was turned. The society refused to treat them well as they were, refused to ask honest questions and listen to the answers. Human or vampire. I often think that The Dark Gift blurs the prejudices or softens preferences in terms of lovers. But it also emplifies everything. Santiago was right, they are all monsters. Memory is a monster. Love is one too.
I adore this version of Claudia and I am positively biased towards her. I know she was always meant to die. Any version of her was meant to die. But ohmygods it doesn't make it hurt any less.
There's no good vampires. But she was the best out of the entirety of Paris. She deserved a life with Madeleine, someone who chose her first.
Fuck these vampires.
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cool bengal cat my favourite part is how you let it wander freely outdoors and it just stood still in the middle of the street at 7 am while i was driving and i had to stop my car. i think its awesome you spent like $1000 on designer breed roadkill.
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