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I love how in The English David Melmont’s first scene makes him look like some random sidekick to a sad rich boy, but then he just starts Villain Monologuing outrageously and I and literally everyone on screen just sit there like, oh, he’s bad, he’s got precisely no chill, what pit did he crawl out of, where’s he been this whole time, and why can no one can shut him up-

Latest thing crawling through my mind on The English.

When Cornelia tells Eli 'there's a man trying to forget my son up on Powder River and I'm going there to remind him'. Um, so does this mean Cornelia and David corresponded at some point, because how else would he know they had a son at all or know to hire men to detain/kill her?

If so, I can only imagine Cornelia sending David some eccentric flowery-ass letter, telling him in polite fashion that she's sailing over to end him once and for all, it's all she dreams of, avenging the life he stole from her, the stars are aligning, she’s a Scorpio and revenge is her creed, and her voice is going to be the last thing he hears-

And David would write back: "That sounds absolutely thrilling, I'm a mad fan of that, it's the wildest thing you've ever said, fuckin’ arousing, that is, please do try, you bloody trollop, you know my address. I'm positively gagging for it. Cheers, luv. Yours truly, the Biggest D in the West.”

The English

Streetlights changing

Shooting me into the past

Watching small raindrops collect

While I cannot collect my thoughts

Making it look like the glass is chipping

Until the windshield glasses over in a mosaic

Feeling the cold slipping in but I don’t mind

Feeling a shiver creep up my back

Reminding me of you

I take a breath

And I grab my bag and pretend that I'm putting on my armor

Suiting up

To go riding on a drunken horse, slipping on mud

While holding my breath underwater

And the English have longbows

It’s raining arrows that point me in the wrong direction

This is night

This is what I wanted

Now that I have it

I miss the struggle