I’m so happy I got this shot earlier holy shit
Henry Jekyll, M.D., D.C.L., L.L.D., F.R.S., etc.,
Abraham Van Helsing, M. D., D. Ph., D. Lit., etc., etc.,
Patrick Hennessey, M. D., M. R. C. S. L. K. Q. C. P. I., etc., etc.,
Slowly amassing a collection.
i feel like me, my mom and my sister are the only people watching “servant” every season and that’s why they keep renewing it
the commodification of friendship is the most annoying thing to come out of the internet in ages. like actually i love to break this to you but you're supposed to help your friends move even if it's hard work. or stay up with them when they're sad even if you're gonna lose sleep. you're supposed to listen to their fears and sorrows even if it means your own mind takes on a little bit of that weight. that's how you know that you care. they will drive you to the airport and then you will make them soup when they're sick. you're supposed to make small sacrifices for them and they are supposed to do that for you. and there's actually gonna be rough patches for both of you where the balance will be uneven and you will still be friends and it will not be unhealthy and they will not be abusive. life is not meant to be an endless prioritization of our own comfort if it was we would literally never get anywhere ever. jesus.
I think Ian and Poppy had to kiss eventually. Not in a rooting for the romance kind of way but their relationship is so knotted up, they are neither platonic or romantic but a secret confused murky third thing. They know how to fight, they can argue and bicker and torture each other - we've seen how they hate other characters with Poppy and her sister's relationship or how Ian's relationship with his son. Hatred is comfortable for them, they understand it. They don't understand love though. Neither were ever shown kind and safe love (Ian's mother's love was shaped by her illness and Poppy's father's love was shaped by her mother, it was the most kind love they know but respectively, it's slightly tainted). They both see love as a tangible physical thing rather than one that can exist in the same vocal medium as their hatred can. They love each other, they hate each other. They don't know how to express it other than furthering blurring the lines.
i love tumblr because youll experience the most intense insane emotions within an hour and feel so alienated from everyone else but then youll come here and see some girl posting about the exact same thing. and the world feels okay again
Hannibal (2013-2015) Interview with the Vampire (2022-)