Hey all
I’m deleting this app. I haven’t really been active for the past few years, but hmu in the next few days if you’d like to reconnect via social media
Anywhere I can watch the tanze der vampire 2017 revival?
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ah yes, the three genders: the broken, the beaten, and the damned
Y’all ever play “is he flirting or being gay: bi edition”? Help a girl out
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In 1990, the high school dropout rate for Dolly Parton's hometown of Sevierville Tennessee was at 34% (Research shows that most kids make up their minds in fifth/sixth grade not to graduate). That year, all fifth and sixth graders from Sevierville were invited by Parton to attend an assembly at Dollywood. They were asked to pick a buddy, and if both students completed high school, Dolly Parton would personally hand them each a $500 check on their graduation day. As a result, the dropout rate for those classes fell to 6%, and has generally retained that average to this day.
Shortly after the success of The Buddy Program, Parton learned in dealing with teachers from the school district that problems in education often begin during first grade when kids are at different developmental levels. That year The Dollywood Foundation paid the salaries for additional teachers assistants in every first grade class for the next 2 years, under the agreement that if the program worked, the school system would effectively adopt and fund the program after the trial period.
During the same period, Parton founded the Imagination Library in 1995: The idea being that children from her rural hometown and low-income families often start school at a disadvantage and as a result, will be unfairly compared to their peers for the rest of their lives, effectively encouraging them not to pursue higher education. The objective of the Imagination library was that every child in Sevier County would receive one book, every month, mailed and addressed to the child, from the day they were born until the day they started kindergarten, 100% free of charge. What began as a hometown initiative now serves children in all 50 states, Australia, Canada, and the United Kingdom, mailing thousands of free books to children around the world monthly.
On March 1, 2018 Parton donated her 100 millionth book at the Library of Congress: a copy of "Coat of Many Colors" dedicated to her father, who never learned to read or write.
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sometimes I wanna reply “bitch me too” to my mutuals posts but I’ve never talked 2 them so they might not see it as friendly joking so i just dont
reblog if it’s okay to say “bitch me too” to you if you’re mutuals
Hey guys, I’m not really making PotO posts anymore so I’m trying to decide what to do with blog. I just made a Taylor Swift blog if you’re interested @heres-to-my-baby
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wait a sec, Lance’s character development is definitely gonna be “It’s ok to not completely isolate yourself/it’s ok to rely on a buddy sometimes” which will be partially triggered by Walter, Walter’s mom might die(that’s just my theory but ssh), Walter has pet pigeons, he’s a bright eyed kid with a dream…
WALTER BECKETT IS A FUCKING DISNEY PRINCESS
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THE AMOUNT OF DRAMA PEARL PUT INTO BEING TAGGED I CANT
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“I want to first thank Billboard from the bottom of my heart, for this honor, and for naming me as their woman of the decade. So, what does it mean to be the woman of this decade? Well, it means I’ve seen a lot. When this decade began, I was 20 years old, and I’d just put out my self-titled debut album when I was 16, and then the album that would become my breakthrough album, which was called Fearless. And I saw that there was a world of music, and experience beyond country music, that I was really curious about. I saw pop stations send my songs Love Story and You Belong With Me to #1 for the first time. And I saw that as a female in this industry, some people will always have slight reservations about you: whether you deserve to be there, whether your male producer or cowriter is the reason for your success, or whether it was a savvy record label – it wasn’t. I saw that people love to explain away a woman’s success in the music industry, and I saw something in me change due to this realization. This was the decade that I became a mirror for my detractors: Whatever they decided I couldn’t do is exactly what I did. Whatever they criticized about me became material for musical satires or inspirational anthems, and the best lyrical examples I can think of are songs like Mean, Shake It Off, and Blank Space; basically, if people had something to say about me, I usually said something back, in my own way. And this reflex dictated more than just my lyrics. When Fearless did win Album of the Year at the Grammys, and I did become the youngest solo artist to ever win the award, with that win, came criticism and backlash in 2010 that I’d never experienced before as a young, new artist. All of a sudden, people had doubts about my singing voice, was it strong enough, was I a little bit pitchy? All of a sudden they weren’t sure if I was the one writing the song because sometimes in the past I had had cowriters in the room. At that time, I couldn’t understand why this wave of harsh criticism had hit me so hard. I believe a popular headline back then was “a Swift Backlash,” which is clever – you gotta give it to them. And now I realized that this is just what happens to a woman in music if she achieves success or power beyond people’s comfort level. I now have come to expect that with good news comes some sort of pushback, but I didn’t know that then. So then, I decided that I would be the only songwriter on my third album, Speak Now, and that I would tour constantly, work on my vocals every day, and perfect my stamina in a live show. I decided I would be what they said I couldn’t be. I didn’t know then that soon enough people would decide on something else I wasn’t quite doing right, and the circle would keep going on and on, and rolling along, and I would keep accommodating, overcorrecting, in an effort to appease my critics. They’re saying I’m dating too much in my 20s? Okay! I’ll stop and just be single – for years. Now they’re saying my album Red is filled with too many break-up songs? Okay! I’ll make one about moving to New York, and deciding that really my life is more fun with just my friends. Oh, they’re saying my music is changing too much for me to stay in country music? Alright, okay, here’s an entire genre shift, and a pop album called 1989. Oh, you heard it? Sick! Now it’s that I’m showing you too many pictures of me with my friends. Okay, I can stop doing that too. Now I’m actually a calculated manipulator rather than a smart business woman? Okay, I’ll disappear from public view – for years. Now I’m being cast as a villain to you? Okay, here’s an album called reputation and there are lots of snakes everywhere. In the last 10 years, I have watched as women in this industry are criticized and measured up to each other and picked at for their bodies and their romantic lives and their fashion. Or have you ever heard someone say about a male artist, “I really like his songs, but I don’t know what it is. There’s just something about him I just don’t like?” No – that criticism is reserved for us. But you know, I’ve learned that the difference between those who can continue to create in that climate usually comes down to this: who lets that scrutiny break them, and who just keeps making art. I’ve watched as one of my favorite artists of this decade, Lana Del Rey, was ruthlessly criticized in her early career, and then slowly but surely, she turned into, in my opinion, the most influential artist in pop. Her vocal stylings, her lyrics, her aesthetics. They’ve been echoed and repurposed in every corner of music, and this year, her incredible album is nominated for Album of the Year at the Grammys because she just kept making art. And that example should inspire all of us, that the only way forward is forward motion. That we shouldn’t let obstacles like criticism slow down the creative forces that drive us. And I see that fire in the newer faces in our music industry, whose work I absolutely love. I see it in Lizzo, Rosalia, Tayla Parx, Hayley Kiyoko, King Princess, Camila Cabello, Halsey, Megan Thee Stallion, Princess Nokia, Nina Nesbitt, Sigrid, Normani, H.E.R., Maggie Rogers, Becky G., Dua Lipa, Ella Mai, Billie Eilish, and so many other amazing women who are making music right now. Female artists have dominated this decade in growth, streaming, record and ticket sales, and critical acclaim. So why are we doing so well? Because we have to grow fast, we have to work this hard, we have to prove that we deserve this, and we have to top our last achievements. Women in music, onstage, or behind the scenes, are not allowed to coast. We are held at a higher, sometimes impossible-feeling standard. And it seems that my fellow female artists have taken this challenge, and they have accepted it. It seems like the pressure that could’ve crushed us made us into diamonds instead, and what didn’t kill us actually did make us stronger. But we need to keep advocating for women in the recording studios, behind the mixing board, in A&R meetings, because rather than fighting to be taken seriously in their fields, these women are still struggling to have a chance to even be in the room. We now find ourselves fully immersed in a vast frontier that wasn’t around last decade, and that is the streaming world. In music, we’re always walking hand in hand with technology, and sometimes that is so awesome, like how now we’re able to just drop a song that we made yesterday. I’ve spoken out in the past about the future of revenue flow for creators, songwriters, and producers who are being left behind due to these rapid shifts and changes. I still don’t think that record contracts or producers’ agreements have fully aught up, and I hope that in the next decade, we can keep searching for the right solution for producers, songwriters, and creators. Don’t you? Lately, there’s been a new shift that has affected me personally, and that I feel is a potentially harmful force in our industry. And as your resident loud person, I feel the need to bring it up. And that is the unregulated world of private equity coming in, and buying up our music, as if it is real estate, as if it’s an app, or a shoe line. This just happened to me without my approval, consultation, or consent. After I was denied the chance to purchase my music outright, my entire catalog was sold to Scooter Braun’s Ithaca Holdings in a deal I’m told was funded by the Soros family, 23 Capital, and the Carlyle Group. To this day, none of these investors have ever bothered to contact me or my team directly, to perform their due diligence on their investment, on their investment in me, to ask how I might feel about the new owner of my art, the music I wrote, videos I created, photos of me, my handwriting, my album designs. And of course Scooter never contacted me or my team to discuss it prior to the sale, or even when it was announced. I’m fairly certain he knew how I would feel about it, though, and let me just say that the definition of the toxic male privilege in our industry is people saying, ‘But he’s always been nice to me!’ when I’m raising valid concerns about artists and their right to own their music. And of course he’s nice to you. If you’re in this room, you have something he needs. The fact is that private equity is what enabled this man to think, according to his own social media post, that he could ‘buy me,’ but I’m obviously not going willingly. Yet the most amazing thing was to discover that it would be the women in our industry who would have my back, and who would show me the most vocal support at one of the most difficult times and I will never ever forget it, like ever. But to conclude, I will say that in 10 years, I have seen forward steps in our industry. In our awareness, our inclusion, or ability to start calling out unfairness and misconduct. I’ve seen the advent of social media, the way it can boost the breakthrough of emerging artists. And I’ve seen fans become more engaged and supportive than ever before. I’ve leaned on that support, and it has kept me in a place where, no matter what I always wanted to keep making music for them. I was up on a stage in New York City in 2014, accepting Billboard Woman of the Year, and I was talking about the future of streaming, how we needed to make sure that the female artists, writers, and producers of the next generation were protected and compensated fairly. This was before my record deal with Universal last year that would contractually guarantee that the artists on their roster be paid upon any sale of their Spotify shares, unrecoupable, so thank you for that. This speech I’m referring to was on my 25th birthday, and I’m about to turn 30 tonight! But my exact quote during this speech was, ‘I really just feel like we need to continue to try to offer something to a younger generation of musicians. Because somewhere, right now, your future Woman of the Year is probably sitting in a piano lesson, or in a girls’ choir, and today, right now, we need to take care of her.’ I’ve since learned that at that exact moment, an 11-year-old girl in California really was taking piano lessons, and really as in a girls’ choir. And this year, she has been named Woman of the Year, at the age of 17. Her name is Billie. And those are the stories we need to think about every day as we do our jobs within this industry. The ones where people’s dreams come true and they get to create music and play it for people. The ones where fans feel a connection to music that makes their day easier, makes their night more fun, makes their love feel more sacred or their heartache feel less isolating. The ones where all of you in this room stand as an example for someone else in the next generation who loves the same thing that we love: music. And no matter what else enters the conversation we will always bring it back to music. And as for me, lately I’ve been focusing less on doing what they say I can’t do and more on doing whatever the hell I want. Thank you for a magnificent, happy, free, confused, sometimes lonely, but mostly golden decade. I’m honored to be here tonight, I feel very lucky to be with you, thank you so much.”
— Taylor accepting Billboard’s Artist of the Decade Award on December 12, 2019
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I wish instead of yelling “You have to get out of abusive situations!!!” people said “We all owe to help you out in situations like this, you are a part of society and we’re all responsible for making sure you’re protected, it’s devastating you’ve been thru this all on your own and burden of dealing with it all alone will no longer be on your shoulders.”
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The Jonas brothers really went on tiktok and did THAT 😂
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Sometimes I say self loathing things to my therapist and he looks at me dead in the eyes before saying “You fucking moron.” and tbh same
Me: I think I don’t exist.
Therapist: Listen, you do exist, and if you didn’t, someone would have to create you because the world would be a much sadder place.
Me: Jerome, how dare you saying something so sweet when I’m dissociating.
Me: Honestly, (thing that is totally fucked up for any ‘sane’ person) is normal, right?
Therapist: No.
Me: Wow.
Therapist: You’re just a fucked up bitch.
Me: I do agree with the fucked up bitch part.
Therapist: That’s a start!
Me: I guess he’s still my friend?
Therapist: Considering what you told me and how much you wanna beat him to death, he’s not. You pretty much hate him despite knowing him for years.
Me:
Me: Why did I need to come here to realize that.
Therapist: Because that’s my job to help you to understand some stuff. Also because you’re way too kind and you would let someone punch you in the guts and still consider them as your friend while they stab you.
Me: I don’t need that kind of call out, Jerome.
Me: Hey, I brought you coffee. And croissants too, but I ate them. *puts Starbucks coffee in front of him*
Therapist: Oh that’s nice!!... Oh my name is on it!!
Me: Yeah!!
Therapist: It’s wholesome but... *very confused and silently*... How do I drink it?
Me, not being able to come to my appointment and having to call him: I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, I’m so so so sorr-
Therapist: I dare you to say sorry one more time. I dare you.
Therapist: Hey I wanna show you this super funny image I found the other day.
Me: What-
Therapist: *turns his screen and show me THIS*
Me:
Me: Jerome.
Therapist: You went to the gaypride?
Me: Yeah, I went.
Therapist: Was it something you enjoyed?
Me: Mh. Yeah. Sorta.
Therapist: Did you see some bears?
Me:
Me: Jerome wh-
Therapist: That’s the only term I know outside of the LGTB one, I wanted to use it.
Therapist: Are you sure you’re not becoming roommate with (name) because of pity? Kinda sacrificing yourself?
Me: No, I want it!!
Therapist: Finally, you’re not forcing yourself for the others! And you’re doing something you want! I’m proud of you!
Me: You’re more of a dad than my own father.
Therapist: That’s not very hard.
Me: I always wondered, are you queer?
Therapist: I am not.
Me: Ooh.
Therapist: Or am I?
Me: Ooh!
As an update, Jerome gave my appointment to someone’s else today so we were both in the waiting room, confused and he walked in, patted my head and said sorry but honestly it was hilarious.
The secretary came to tell me that Jerome actually forgot to write me down on the appointment list.
This is a 100% normal situation with Jerome as my Therapist.
As an addition, more than half of my friends want Jerome to adopt me and refer to him as “Therapist dad”.
He’s aware of it and think it’s hilarious.
Me, after complaining for the 25 times about my birth father: Idk if you noticed, but I’m full of anger against him.
Therapist: Oh, really, I never noticed. You know, you should turn that anger into indifference. It would help you.
Me: Unholy gods, I wish it was me.
Therapist: You know, people will still love you even if you don’t offer them things all the time. You don’t have to do that.
Me: What??
Therapist: Why don’t you send a mail to your psychiatrist when you have a bad mood swing?
Me: Like what? ‘Hey Joël wassup, I’ve been very suicidal lately last night I wanted to die. Hope you have rad vacations and the weed is good save some good kush for me, kissy kissy.’ ?
Therapist: Exactly.
Me: You’re as bad as me with human interactions Jerome, y’know.
Me, heavily dissociating: I don’t exist-
Therapist: Can I touch you to prove you that you do?
Me: Dinner first.
Therapist:
Therapist: Damien, you moron.
Therapist: You need vacations.
Me: I’m broke.
Therapist: Oh yeah.
Therapist: You still need vacations tho.
Me: Jerome, I am still broke.
Me, by text: Hey, you just walk by me!
Therapist, by text: Oh sorry. I didn’t see you.
Therapist, by text: Wait. Were you at the tattoo shop?
Me, by text, totally at the tattoo shop: You have no proof.
For a bit of context here: Around two months ago I went to a friend’s who happened the live on the same street as Jerome, which I didn’t know. He was really surprised to see me and came to check on me, asking me why I was here with a bit of concern on his voice. And this take place earlier this month:
Therapist: So your friend lives in the same street than I?
Me: Yes. Town’s short I guess.
Therapist: Were you really going to your friend...?
Me: Yes?? Why else would I be here?
Therapist: A lot of drug deals happen in this street and I see often teenagers and young adults coming and buy stuffs. I was a bit worried for you.
Me, at 2pm: I’m sorry I’m going to be late!
Therapist: Your appointment was this morning at 11:30am, Damien.
Me:
Me: What.
Jerome is still not aware of his fame and idk how to announce him.
Therapist; What’s up with you and wanting domestic rats.
Me: I’m gonna get a rat and call him Jerome just to piss you off.
Therapist:
Therapist: How dare you.
Therapist: Weed doesn’t do much on me and I must admit I’m kinda disappointed.
Me:
Therapist: Do you smoke?
Me: Jerome.
On hard days I wonder how Jerome is doing
He’s doing fine, last time he shown me his fav pic of a red panda which is this one
I FOUND IT I FOUND IT I FUCKING FOUND IT AAAAAAAH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME FEEL
It’s really amazing how happy people get when they find this post omg
Always reblog Jerome.
Is he now aware of his fame?
After months, he is, and he just told me “Haha, this is funny. I’m happy it’s helping people!”
I think he doesn’t realize that he’s known *worldwide*
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ive been on tumblr a long time and i remember when everyone said “oh don’t romanticize mental illness” and it was agreed that doing that was gross and a good way to kill people indirectly
but somehow we’ve come full circle and there are people who legit defend their right to be anti-recovery there are people who don’t want to get better and spread the idea that you can’t get better as if it’s gospel and it’s fucking frightening to me bc nobody seems to want to say “hey? this is toxic and untrue and is your disease speaking, and it’s not something you should accept.”
and i feel like every recovery post gets about 500 of these people saying “this isn’t something that will work” “cool karen i’m depressed” “maybe it worked for you but it won’t work for other people” and that’s… just… im so sorry if you’re 15. i’m sorry if you’re in high school and watching grown adults tell you it doesn’t get better. that nobody says that with time and help and patience the world stops being so heavy, that accepting your illness as a fact is one thing but accepting it as the only way to be is just wrong, that you can learn to live with it and still find some degree of “happy”…. if i had seen this shit back when i was … oh god starting at 12 when i was already self-harming …. i think i’d have actually honest-to-god killed myself. not a joke, not a funny tumblr punchline, i would have actually just killed myself.
i’m saying this right here and right now to the adults on this site. if you for any reason shoot down positivity that’s causing no harm - you might have indirectly worsened someone else’s condition, and you should try and do better in the future. if you find it necessary to tell people “recovery is a lie”, you need to do better. i know everyone has different circumstances, but i also know that mental illness behaves in such a way that everyone thinks they can’t recover. if you feel like you should be spreading the Word Of Relapse, you are causing toxic language to be normalized and you need to do better.
im team “cool karen ive got depression and that means i’m going to try this because i’ve got to try something” i’m team “romanticize recovery” i’m team “it isn’t working now but it might in the future and it’s worth staying to find out” im team “hey this didn’t work for me but it might help somebody else out”
fuck guys it shouldn’t be an unpopular opinion to say “i don’t want any of you to die”.
Oh thank fuck someone finally said it!
I’m sometimes very leery of tumblr’s tendency to assume things are fixed traits and build identities around them, for exactly this reason.
When I was a teenager I believed it was impossible to ever heal, or even cope. It very nearly did kill me. Despair is tempting, but it is a false god.
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I see some folks in the notes talking about “but I have XYZ and it’s lifelong, how am I supposed to be pro-recovery?” And I want to throw out there that recovery isn’t always about reaching some end goal of “cured,” recovery is about getting better and getting to somewhere manageable. I have some conditions both physical and mental that are lifelong, that won’t go away. For example, I can never un-traumatize myself. However, I’m a lot more recovered than I was a month ago, a year ago, ten years ago. I don’t have panic attacks as frequently, I’m more knowledgeable of my triggers so I can avoid them easier, I’m better at setting boundaries and taking care of myself. There’s even small things, like how I do my laundry before I have no clothes left (usually.)
Recovery looks different for everyone. Maybe your recovery isn’t being able bodied and mental illness free, but just being able to enjoy a night out with friends every once in a while.
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Carmen: Graham, I got you some flowers
Graham: Aw you shouldn't have! Oh, these are those forget me not flowers! Haha thanks, pretty romantic
Graham: Why are you crying?
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Why The Ballet Scene in Carmen Sandiego S2E7 is So Important and Powerful
A thorough analysis of the scene and argument of why it’s so important to the development of Carmen and Gray’s personal relationship
While not even in the same room, I’ve come to make the claim that this is the most intimate scene between Carmen and Gray yet and will probably remain one of the most impassioned moments they have.
The first thing I’d like to remind everyone of is that this is the only episode of the second season that Graham appears in which automatically increases the importance of the episode in their journey because it raises the stakes and because, well essentially, we don’t have much else to go off of for now. This creates a sense of longing between Carmen and Gray by making the audience “long” to have more of them and their story such as Gray regaining his memory or a scene in which they kiss.
Of course there’s more longing than just within the audience due to lack of content. Last we saw Gray, during season one, he was waiting to meet her for coffee and she was excited to rebuild a relationship with him. Having to stand him up to keep him safe she said she wasn’t doing it for herself but for his safety which implies she did not want to leave and that she does indeed miss him. His shocked, confused, and saddened expression after seeing her disappear as well as his opening statement of “you’re late” during his long awaited appearance in the second season shows that he definitely wanted her to show up and it humors the idea that he’s been waiting for her this whole time. But perhaps the most obvious hint that he longs for her is his request that she have that “cuppa” with him finally.
Now that the importance of this episode and the longing between Carmen and Gray has been established, the tension is increased not only when they’re face to face (but of course especially when they’re face to face) but also when they’re separated by distance because they long for each other’s company. When Gray is in the control booth and Carmen is in the electrical fields, they’re obviously not face to face but the longing and the tension is still there almost heightened simply because of the distance. And this longing and tension is amplified by their entire situation; the music, the camera work, the dancing, and of course the extremely heightened suspense.
Firstly with the music. If you watched this episode then you know the music playing was the ballet Swan Lake by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky. In the ballet, a sorcerer has transformed the beautiful Odette, as well as other maidens, into a swan during the day and only allows her human form to show at night and they’re all forced to swim in a lake full of tears until Odette meets a pure soul to declare his love for her. She does indeed meet a prince who declares his love for her and in the end they die in the lake drowning with the sorcerer as well as the sorcerer’s daughter who had posed as Odette in an attempt to fool the prince.
While it may seem to be a bit of a stretch, there are some themes and symbols present in Swan Lake that are reflected between Carmen and Gray. One of them is the “sorcerer.” This villainous archetype (the sorcerer in Swan Lake and Dr. Bellum from VILE) has taken away Odette’s life and left only one who could save her while Dr. Bellum has taken away Gray’s memories and now there’s only Carmen left to protect him from the truth, from VILE, and possibly even from herself. Another similarity is the longing that I mentioned before. This is a strong theme in Swan Lake as well because the prince is being pressured to marry but he only longs for Odette, someone he cannot have, and in the end they’re willing to die to be together. Another is the prince’s ignorance as he originally falls for the Odette imposter before figuring out the truth. This is reflected in this scene of the show as Gray’s ignorance about what he’s really doing not to mention his ignorance of his history with Carmen and VILE to begin with. Finally, the prince has been trying to save Odette from her curse just as Gray is ignorantly saving Carmen when he controls the electrics or when he actually knows what he’s doing when he fries the Eel with the crackle device.
Perhaps though, the biggest factor in why this scene is so powerful is simply too subjective to count. However, I still believe it is worth mentioning anyway. Carmen is completely and utterly at Gray’s mercy as she dances over the walls of electricity which are being controlled by Gray without his knowledge. Even in his ignorance she trusts him with her life and is entirely vulnerable to him. When the audience is not watching Gray’s fingers in a close-up shot sliding the controls in unison with Carmen’s dancing and her movements being identical to those of the ballet dancers (which is reflective of how she and Gray share similarities with the Swan Lake story), we’re hearing the music blasted with no other sounds creating a moment in which Carmen and Gray are dancing together a literal dance of love and danger and it’s powerful, romantic, and erotic even all at once.
The ignorance, the romance, the sadness, the longing to keep each other safe and build their relationship that Carmen and Gray share with Swan Lake reach the highest level of tension in this scene since the start of the series. It’s a moment that’s going to be difficult to top and I have a feeling that no matter what happens, opera and ballet will always be a common element in scenes between Carmen and Gray in which they’re not face to face since we also had this in season one as Carmen was chasing after Le Chèvre directly after learning of Gray’s memory loss.
Same as gif but with music
Full scene
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