In watching more interviews with Liv about Van and the escalation of Van's pragmatism to such dark degrees, I find myself genuinely baffled that anyone could ever think Van the bad guy. I mean, I'm perplexed at finding ANY of these girls The Bad Guy. The bad guy is the situation. It's being lost. It's freezing. It's starving. It's being scraped down to the barest bone of being alive. They make choices that might be snippy, or cruel, or hard-headed, sure--Shauna refusing to just hash it out with Jackie; Jackie being too stubborn to come inside; Taissa refusing to discuss her situation plainly; etc--but by the time we reach the end of season 2, it doesn't even matter. Petty bullshit doesn't matter. Jealousy doesn't matter. Those things are still going to be present and complicated, because--for all their choices, for all the distancing they're trying to do--these kids ARE still human beings. But it isn't the point.
The point is survival. Plain, simple, straightforward. Van's pragmatism is survival. It is the difference between living another day with blood on your teeth or dying pretty. It is the difference between fighting forward through the fire and the snow and the hell of it all, and laying down to die. Van knowing, in watching the ritual violence of Shauna beating Lottie nearly the death, that they will be killing and eating one another soon. Van coming up with the cards for the hunt. Van not blinking when the moment comes, Van choosing a weapon that doubles as a tool to bring the body back, Van refusing to apologize for staying alive--it's not evil. It's not Bad Guy behavior. It's purely about survival, because there is nothing else left to her--or to any of them. They can play the pretty little Sweet Angel Girl game and die, or they can get dirty, bloody, horrific and fight. Van chooses the fight. Van chooses to fight for herself, for her lover, for her team, even knowing not everyone is going to make it out...because the alternate path there is that no one makes it out. Van knew the baby wouldn't live. Van knows the rest of them won't, either. Not unless they start making the hard choices.
And, honestly, the fact that Van sees this narrative coming. Comes up with this plan. Brings out the cards. To me, that is the opposite of Bad Behavior. That is as close to justice as anyone can find in the wilderness. If someone else came up with an idea, maybe it would have come down to voting--but that would have had such a human element to it, with bitterness or hostility or whatever ultimately petty shit always comes of humans selecting who to Other. The cards don't leave room for that. It isn't fair, because the situation isn't fair, because Man vs. Nature isn't fair, but it's as close to a just system as they could possibly find. It's the kindest solution to an unwinnable game. Not to bring it back to American Gods again, but all I can think is "it's easy, there's a trick to it: you do it, or you die." Van gave them that.
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2x08 | Nebraska
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no more gravity, nothing holding them down
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The writing on hotd is inconsistent and demonstrates a fundamental lack of understanding of the source material's themes that's genuinely going to lead them to a metaphorical dead end pretty quickly. Like it absolutely sucks but by god am I also enjoying the hell out of this mess (and getting to complain about it).
That being said, the visuals this season are fucking incredible- I am so glad we're getting actual good costuming this season because s1 was an inconsistent mess and this season we're actually seeing consistent silhouettes/styles for each of the characters and actual EMBROIDERY instead of the gaudy mismatched mess of trims and fantasy rick rack that we got in s1. Like the construction alone of the gowns this season is 8000 times better already, and that's not even taking into account the better quality of s2's fabrics.
Also someone on the production team has finally figured out that Eve Best is the hottest person on the show and are FINALLY outfitting her accordingly. God fucking bless whoever got them to get rid of that damn hair bump-it.
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had to make a quick example piece for a kids clay class today and you know I had to do it….
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really appreciate how some of the stylistic elements in DGHDA were entirely unnecessary and you can just tell how much passion went into making things. That shot of Dirk with the telephone wire? 100% that shot was made just because someone thought it would look cool. The shot where all the lightbulbs turn on? Where Dirk simply walks around with the lightbulb in his hand and expresses his excitement with a smile? The futuristic armor??? The slicing of Mr. Priest’s face??????
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you know what actually
in this case you have seen a season if youve watched one or more full (at least so far) povs from it .
please elaborate in the tags !! id love to hear about this is its really interesting to me . also pls rb , because i feel as though my followers will have skewed results
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Babe last night’s mind blowing, life changing sex was a big no from me I’m going off to become a fisherman do not look for me
Honey you’re freaking out on me—
IVE NEVER FREAKED OUT IN MY LIFE IM FISHING IM FUCKING FISHING
FINE THEN. I THOUGHT YOUR FISH WAS SUBPAR
I’M GOING HOME TO MOTHER
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fully convinced that after paeden slit glenns achilles tendant when he had the hiccups glenn went from wearing trainers to bovver or cowboy boots only because of the high collar
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about to go on an insane ofmd s2 reblog spree jsyk
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ᒥ🐙ᒧ— Shnk! Shnk! Shnk! The dagger stabs into the wall, each time he pulls it back out he takes out more splinters. There he stands, one arm propped up against the wall leaning over the spot he repeatedly stabbed, the fearsome Blackbeard. The room is shrouded in darkness, and with the hangover he was battling it was better that way. Brown eyes look glazed over, his gaze focused on the wall where he stuck the dagger in.
There was so much on his mind, it was overwhelming, but all he could do was just stare off as he actively destroyed the wall to ease his energy. It wasn't boredom, it wasn't nervousness, no it was him for the hundredth time held up in his quarters by the need to be alone.
You deserve this, the misery...Monster...Edward winces as the thought crosses his mind, and with a feral snarl he puts all his strength into stabbing the dagger into the wall one last time. "Fuck off!" He shouts at the thoughts and shoves away from the wall. The infamous Blackbeard is quick to crumble, approaching the desk to grab a bottle of rum. Each he lifts is empty, dry of any liquid, and he snarls again. "C'mon, c'mon..." His hands are beginning to shake, as is his whole frame. "C'mon!" He grabs another empty bottle and throws it, and it shatters against the door.
Finally, a bottle with a spits worth of alcohol is found and he wastes no time drinking every last drop he can.
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2x11 | Judge, Jury, Executioner
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rye doodle. bonus jethro under the cut
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i decided to lean into my true nature by writing a “roman and gerri live happily ever after and have some fun for once, feat. some of the other characters also being silly!” fic and it is an absolute mess but very fun
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