Harry: *fishes a pair of pants out of the trash*
His internal monologue: oh you're putting on the Normal Pants? Huh? The pants that make you normal? You like the Normal Pants, normal boy? You bourgeoisie liberal? You Fucking Moralist in your Normal Pants you normal pants wearing pants wearer!
Kim: i trust this man to solve a murder so completely
Casablanca (1942) dir. Michael Curtiz
"oh but your favorite shows are going to be delayed by the strikes" my favorite shows consistently get cancelled after 2 excellent seasons bc of the exploitive corporate greed that these strikes are fighting against
I don't think that Evangelion works as a series if you don't interpret Kaworu's feelings towards Shinji as love, and as the kind of love that humans share between each other, and Shinji not returning that love.
Kaworu teaches Shinji something very important: that being close to other people hurts you, but it's worth it. Kaworu showed Shinji unconditional love. He was interested in him, invested in him, liked him. Even though Shinji had killed so much of Angel kind. Kaworu loved him at the very end, even when he knew that Shinji had to kill him. Kaworu comforted Shinji even when he was at his mercy, moments from death. For some reason, Kaworu felt that showing Shinji love was important.
Shinji has been used, and hurt by the people around him. By his father, by Asuka, by Misato, even by Rei. But he learned, vitally, from Kaworu, that this doesn't make someone unworthy of love. That it doesn't mean he should give up on humanity, or on himself.
One thing I absolutely love about Hannibal NBC is how the characters constantly say things that would earn you a punch in the face in real life. "You're like the mongoose I want under my house when the snakes slither by" Like, Sir???? who released you into the wild?? How is that a reasonable response to the question "how do you see me" christ.
that daughterhood feeling of wanting to blame your mother for how you turned out, wanting to be angry at her for how you’ve inherited her pain and her insecurities, but at the same time wanting to keep coming home to her, out of everyone else in the universe, because you know that if there’s anyone who might be anything like you–if there’s anyone who might even have a clue of what it’s like to be you–it could only be her. and no matter how many times you’ve hurt each other, no matter how difficult it might be to get her to truly see you, you still just want her to love you as you are, to tell you that this isn’t your fault, and to show you that she would keep letting you come home to her.