the inherent sadness of growing up alongside boys. watching as they are consumed by all the wrong lessons their fathers teach them. no, please don’t grow up. i miss the boy you were before your father hit your mother for the first time. before he screamed and you screamed back. before he said it has to be like this. i still love the memory of you. why must the wind beat down upon you and form you into a tree forever marred by the conditions it was forced to grow in. can i bring you back? shelter you from the wind? i guess i’ll never know. we’re both too grow to go back.
Started watching the Musketeers (2014, on Prime) recently bc I had a lot of free time on a roadtrip across the US. I wasn't sure if I was gonna like it- I love it period-pieces/historical stuff, but I tend to unintentionally have a specific taste in stuff that I'll continue watching on my own time.
But I am not exaggerating when I say that I don't have the words to convey just how much I absolutely love the show.
I'll probably bullet-list my favourite bits about it some other day, but I'm watching season 1 again, and I thought i should share my favourite line from the show.
Context: a woman (Comtesse) who advocates for women's education is being put on trial bc 17th France has a toxic patriarchy, but it particularly stems from the King's advisor (played by Peter Capaldi- I know! : D ) in this show. The Queen of France comes in right as the woman is sentenced to death for "being a witch and consorting with the devil", and essentially pardons her.
Comtesse stands to leave the court, and looks the king's advisor directly in the eye.
Comtesse: I have never consorted with the Devil unti this moment. I am looking at him.
And then- completely outside of Comtesse, the king's advisor starts choking on poison lol