GOD The Way They Would

GOD the way they would

Happy pride month to these two specifically I can’t believe that Merthur is real

I have started watching dead boy detectives at this point in time I am making my way through all of neil gaimans works (either adjacent or not) send help I will not survive the hyperfixations

Upon further inspection, the moment that made "Rouge" permanently light up like Broadway in my head as a favorite episode was the moment right after the Doctor, on Rouge's ship, finishes his monologue explaining who he is and where he comes from and what his purpose is, and then Rouge looks them dead in the eye and just says, "wow."

It's just, I know there were other, more romantic, notions going on there but it was that moment that was like they stole my breath away, and made me fall in love with the show all over again.

One thing I have come to severely love about Sherlock is the fact that anytime Moriarty is in the room, it's so queer. It just is, the vibe fundamentally changes and I love that for him.

I saw someone mention awhile ago how Charles brags about being "the brawn" and then proceeds to get beat up for the rest of the season.

But that's WHY Charles is the brawn. He takes hits so that others don't have to. He stands between danger so that it hits him BEFORE it hits anyone else. Charles is less of a sword and more of a shield.

He was made to be pushed down and to get back up.

The dynamic between Edwin and Charles is so fascinating because the first episode explains their fighting style to us. Charles lets the ghost attack him while Edwin searches for spells. Charles gets the ghost to focus on hurting him so Edwin is safe.

Charles trusts Edwin to find the spell and stop the ghost. He doesn't fight so much as distract.

Charles never tries to hurt the ghost or even get him off because their goal isn't to hurt anyone. His goal is to get the mask for Edwin to use his spell and difuse the situation.

AND THEN ESTHER - Charles POSSESSES her so the others can run, knowing she's going to try and hurt him to get him out.

I could go on but I've been yapping for awhile.

Me, pursuing through my miles-long queue of posts that I make every time I have a fraction of a thought: hmmm I wonder what burger is Whataburger