I swear they over marked Masie tonight so she wouldn’t be in the dance off again. There’s no way that Jamie should’ve been in the dance off with that dance!
Too pretty for words.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the fact that Jamie is an unreliable narrator and clearly that is best shown in the actual show by the fact that Flora is her middle name not her first and that Dani is with Jamie at the end. Jamie does not know what has happened to Dani now that she isn’t with her, in fact, we know better than Jamie does. Jamie saying Dani has been lost to the lake is not true, Dani is with Jamie. And where Viola was kept on the grounds of Bly by her stubborn anger, Dani is kept here by her love for Jamie and is with her. Maybe she is with her all the time, we don’t know, but we do know that Jamie’s narration is wrong about where Dani is. So I think that when Jamie dies, Dani will go with her because what tethered her here won’t be there anymore. And they can reunite in another life. At least, this is the theory I’ve come up with that keeps me from being devastated by how lonely they both will be if they can never get back to each other. But again, they must be able to since Dani is with Jamie in the final scene.
You, soft and only
You, lost and lonely
You, strange as angels
You’re just like a dream
Snippet of “Just Like Heaven”, by The Cure.
Sir Edmund Orme (1891) written by Henry James
The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020) created by Mike Flanagan
Usually, I anticipate the end of my work day with an increasing urgency as the time draws nearer every day, because by the end of it my social battery is almost always completely depleted and I am desperate to retreat home to the safety of my little introvert’s den to be alone and read or listen to podcasts or whatever I want. I dodge co-workers’ attempts to invite me out more often than not, or at least I used to before the world ended and such social gymnastics were no longer necessary. I avoid eye contact and get home as quickly as I can, to bliss out in my solitude.
But then there was Jamie, and we went on a date and then several more dates and then some more and the intimacy of them seemed amplified by our focus on doing it safely - drive-in movies, dinners at home together, and one disastrous night trying to follow an acrylic pouring tutorial on youtube that we will not be attempting again. It was always just us, in some private, quiet setting, and at some point, Jamie became part of my safe little introverted bubble. It occurred to me today that being with him feels as safe and relaxing as being alone, for me, especially since he’s the kind of person who seems to always sense when it’s time to be quiet and just exist side by side for a while.
Today was crisp and dusk was sweet and he left his car home so we could walk, and we stopped for coffee and I paused halfway through downtown because the scent of the world was so wonderful just then, the sweetness rising from my paper cup and the salty ocean smell that permeates our little coastal city and the scents of fried seafood drifting from a nearby restaurant and I mentioned it, how good it all smelled and how I wished I could keep it in a bottle. Not to wear, just to open sometimes and remember, and he inhaled deeply and smiled faintly.
“God, yeah,” was all he said, because it was all he needed to say, and I knew he got it and I knew this was it, he’d slipped in past my final guard and I think he even somehow understood what the moment meant to me because he reached for my hand and we just stood there for a few seconds and he pointed up at the rising full moon and added, “that too.”
Jamie: Here’s an idea: seven minutes in hell.
Jamie: It’s like seven minutes in heaven, but instead of making out, we fight.
never trust any cartoon depiction of an animal or insect you see and as much as i like birds the moment you stop and think and look at them for more than a few minutes the more upsetting they get
Oh my god haha. I never considered this side of it
vmeliveve: A view from behind the lens