#a vicious rage

[dr-lizortecho]

would it be a season finale if Max didn’t attempt murder??? the answer is no. not one bit.

[heloocean]

[carm3n-carm3n]

[unknownn-girl]

is somebody gonna match my freak? (dress up as sid & nancy for halloween)

[voiceofthesilly]

So we played the fury

[dumbandy]

what's the point of living if you are not loved

[hysterix-gremlin]

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[i-know-the-endss]

“sydney healing era” this and “sydney deserves a happy ending” that

i need sydney clarke to go batshit crazy. i need her to rage. i need her to let herself grieve and be angry and destroy everything in her path - until she ultimately finds peace.

[scarsofcatharsis]

[rottencherriess]

literally me

[bfdifan26]

no i dont have a type. what are you even talking about

[xnaderblog]

in order to satiate the brain, here’s some excerpts from my vicious captain idea:

(also this is as close as my interpretation of the captain can get)

“the multiverse is littered with the corpses of your failures.”

“god if you keep telling me that i’ll make sure that you join them!”

you grab the muzzle of her pistol, and even though she fires it, you force it away from you. the burning of the recent blast scalds your hand, and the pressure you use to keep your grip steady forces the crystal to cut deeper into your palm. hot red blood trickles down your wrist, but it doesn’t dissuade you.

you rush towards mark as he falls to the floor, a burnt hole in his chest. she points her blaster at you next, trying to frighten you off with the threat of death. as you’re knelt down to mark, you grab the wrench he keeps on his belt, and you take the opportunity of her yelling at you to bring the wrench up, hard against her face. she screams in agony, holding her blaster to her face, you got her good, just below the eye.

you weren’t afraid of action before, and the addition of immortality only encourages your actions.

mark sees the rage that boils underneath your skin, how your white hot anger seeps into your eyes and makes you feel… dangerous.

she approaches from a portal, a bandage covering her eye. what a pity, she’s ran into you before and didn’t learn her lesson.

you beat against the cryo door until your hands were bloody, but you were never able to get through. you were alive, but rotting, and watching as your poor engineer begged for you to save him.

your anger boils over, and you kick against the cryo chamber door until it opens. before the computer can even wake up your head engineer, you grab the fire extinguisher and hurl it at the bridge window. it shatters, and the vacuum of space sucks you out of the ship, your lungs collapsing in seconds. your death is quick but painful, and then you wake back up in your cryo chamber. maybe you wanted to just confirm your suspicions, or maybe you just wanted to feel something again.

the next time you wake up from cryo sleep, you push open the door, expecting chaos, you’re used to it now. so what met you instead made your blood run cold. the bridge was dark, everything was, and when you tried to get the ship to tell you the problem, it was quiet too. you pried open your head engineer’s cryo pod, to find it empty. every pod was, besides your own. you do not die quickly, but it is lonely, and you think that if you wait, someone will come for you. and then the thought crosses your mind, if you die, will you come back to a dead ship? or will you see your beloved crew once again.

…you’d do anything to just hear mark’s voice.

“captain?”

when your head engineer finally tore open your cryo pod, there was nothing left of you, save for the blood smeared on the walls inside.

there are pages scattered all over the ship, and they’re familiar to you, you’ve seen these once before. there are many littering the cryo pod that you usually wake up in, but they all say roughly the same phrase, “don’t wake the captain.” it’s foreboding, and you move through the darkness further, searching for any sign of life.

[frogspawned]

pet peeve is when a story tells us something is aberrant, but it seems to matter more about who does the behavior than the behavior itself. rorschach in snyder's watchmen isn't going too far; we watch nite owl and silk spectre ii snap necks and arms with gleeful, loving abandon, in slow motion no less, while they lecture the audience about rorschach's violence. heroes frequently torture the plot contrivance out of a villain and then moralize to the camera when the villains do the same. indominus rex's killing spree doesn't shock or appall me; all the jurassic world dinosaurs act like mindless killing machines, and the camera lingers, rapturous, on their cruelty. it's not an outlier. there's nothing interesting about it beyond as a set piece.

in a better script, the indominus rex would have had pathos; a chimera made for entertainment, for profit, stitched together with no regard for itself and placed in a lonely box. a freak among freaks. of course it would be mad. but the film wasn't interested in it as an animal, or a character, only as a moving piece of scenery for people to scream at or breathe tensely while it can clearly smell and reach them but doesn't, because it isn't a character and doesn't have motivations.

it's just sort of boring, i suppose. it tries like all other empty drab things do to cover it with bombast and roaring and soaring brassy scores but it's just sort of dull. a sprawl of nothing.

conversely peele's nope is a transcendent monster movie, imo, because it thinks about the the whys and hows, how jean jacket perceives the world, how the world perceives her, and lets that shape the narrative as much as jupe or emerald or gordy. they consulted biologists and behaviorists, digging into the meat of it. the creature as a camera as an animal as a device. nope has layers. it takes its own insane premise seriously, and has something to say, and is a goddamn good movie. i forgot where i was going with this.

[discountsoysauce]

I think a lot of problems would have been solved if someone just let Victor and Eli into a rage room and let them figure it the fuck out

[mad-hunts]

[dumbandy]

maybe I just need silence, that the whole world be quiet for a moment so that I can take a deep breath without getting hurt