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Okay something I’ve been thinking a lot about with the ending scene is how the old guard at Waystar has literally seen so much of the Roy family. Like they have seen Logan’s abuse close up as adults when the siblings were just kids and they’ve done nothing, they’ve always done nothing. Because they’ve had to protect their own interests and Logan was always more important than protecting a child. But that scene where the kids are begging and crying for their father to not take away the one thing they’ve been told matters in life while Karl, Gerri, and Frank sit like statues on the couch, unflinching and unfeeling towards their pain is haunting me.
Like sure Frank has acted like a pseudo-father to Kendall and Gerri had Roman as her pet but at the end of the day the pact stands together because if Logan falls it’s just a matter of time before they’re all dispensable as well. There is no one big bad because behind him you have all the silent supporters.
But with Roman begging Gerri to help them and Gerri turning them away I can just imagine the Roy childhood, surrounded by people who knew who your father truly was, knowing your father hit you, knowing your father hit you in front his general counsel and knowing it didn’t matter anyways because they had all decided it wasn’t a smart business move to help you.
boris: [putting out cigarette in the ash tray, hasn’t showered in 2 weeks, vomit on his shirt, black out drunk, calling popchyk slurs]
theo: the way boris leaned over, collarbones creating dark pools at the base of his neck. his nose a strong aquiline with the barest suggestion of having been broken like some ancient bronze statue of a greek boxer. he seemed to me like a divine being who had come to earth only by mistake, perhaps as a punishment for some heavenly crime or another. anyways, I tried writing a letter to pippa the other day but had nothing to say so I gave up.
i love it when the insane bitches make films
NEW YEAR NEW GIFS | day 22: black and white ↳ succession + film noir
“Maybe the desire to make something beautiful/is the piece of God that is inside each of us.”
From ‘Franz Marc’s blue horses’ by Mary Oliver
Henry’s a perfectionist, I mean, really-really kind of inhuman — very brilliant, very erratic and enigmatic. He’s a stiff, cold person, Machiavellian, ascetic and he’s made himself what he is by sheer strength of will. His aspiration is to be this Platonic creature of pure rationality and that’s why he’s attracted to the Classics, and particularly to the Greeks — all those high, cold ideas of beauty and perfection.
I went for a walk this afternoon and captured some wintry, melancholic vibes for your Wednesday afternoon.
“A terrible storm came around the first of February, bringing with it downed power lines, stranded motorists, and for me, a bout of hallucinations…”
– Sally Rooney, from Conversations with friends (2017)