in 7 years its going to be the 20s again so we can bring back swing music and the aesthetics of that era but keep modern values who’s with me
it’s funny because if you look at our generation’s level of disillusionment with society and the way we go about our lives, our modern values aren’t that radically different. sure there are a few core things (improvements in gender, race, and sexuality equality [notice improvements; there’s definitely still work to be done], more advanced media, more time passed) but i wouldn’t argue against someone who drew comparisons from the jazz age and now, especially the disillusionment factor.
maybe that’s just me though.
but yes please.
Woops, Becca and her friend Mavis made me think about Hannibal again.
“But he doesn’t, doesn’t want to. And it torments him. Because deep down, he knows that he and Hannibal “are just alike,” and he refuses to face it. Because even deeper down, he knows Hannibal for who he truly is. And for someone who “deals with huge amounts of fear [as] the price of imagination,” that horrible truth is the thing that would more than likely send him over the edge.”
Exactly, and to another extent? Hannibal is the first person he’s let in since… Well, it’s at least a really long time, since I feel like it’s been implied that Will didn’t exactly have many people he could consider a friend before the start of the show. Except his amazing dogs.
Hannibal’s the first person he’s let in, and he really doesn’t want his gut to be right because he just wants his friend. Yeah, Hannibal’s off-kilter, but aren’t we all, he thinks. He’s been… real with me. He’s talked to me and actually listened to me outside of my… eccentricites. Or disease, whichever works for you. And even more, he’s made me feel like I’m his qual. And that’s all I’ve ever wanted out of a friend.
Sorry, sometimes when I get into dissecting characters I wind up trying ot channel their voice. It didn’t really work, but that’s basically what I consider Will’s thoughts about Hannibal to be. Except, like you said, the stag haunts and torments him, because, deep down, he knows.
He’s never felt like he was Alana’s friend. Either she was avoiding being alone with him, or he felt their palpable chemistry too much to ignore it. He hasn’t let Beverly (I always want to call her Bev) in yet, even though she’s tried, and the only other people he’s had consistent interaction with are Jack and Abigail, and neither of them can be considered his friend. Jack’s his boss, first and foremost, and continuously puts solving a crime ahead of Will’s health (not that I think he’s a bad person, because I don’t. I really don’t. I like Jack, and I feel like I may be one of few. I genuinely like all the main characters, aside from Freddie. I just don’t understand her motives) ad Abigail… Their relationship is by no means healthy.
Ahhhhhh, this show. If you appreciate art and quality questioning of the human condition, I highly recommend it. It will make you think in the best ways possible.
Also Known As: Fuck Off
In sixth grade, someone had to teach me how to curse because I didn’t know how. All I knew was words were important, sacred.
Seven years later, and I have the nastiest mouth of anyone you’ll meet and it’s because I’ve realized words are even more important than I thought.