honestly i think the marching band sequence was one of the most horrifying sequences in the whole episode.

this whole season has been milchick silently contemplating his place at lumon, particularly in regards to his race, and yet he is still pushing through even after abuse from kier "himself". he is still performing.

and frankly i don't think it's being taken as seriously as it should be by the audience!!!!!!

i get that that is partially because it is absurd and out there that lumon would have a whole marching band and partially because tramell tillman brought so much oomf to it (i still cannot believe that this is one of his first screen acting gigs - he is such a good actor). and also, it's meant to evoke the first season's dance sequence (but i also don't think that's taken as seriously as it should be by the audience soooo--- ‪¯\_(ツ)_/¯‬)

but like — i felt a similar kind of horror watching the marching band sequence that i did watching get out and us. like. watch this black man in white gloves and a cane who has been consistently put down and othered for his race throughout this entire show, perform at the request of an automaton of the white man who very likely built his company on the backs of former slaves at the end of the civil war, whose company who still effectively employs slave labor and indentured servitude two hundred years in the future.

for milchick, this season began with lumon black face and ended with, effectively, a lumon minstrel show as someone else put it.

that is horrifying.

this show is so fucking funny

he's a one man security team. he's a drum major. he's the world's greatest event planner. he's an immersive theatre girly. he's doing award show jokes with an evil robot. he's trapped in a bathroom getting smacked with a trombone. i didn't say a name but he popped into your head didn't he?

your outie likes the sound of radar

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nothing is certain about severance except mr milchick having that shit ON

the one perk he can't earn

The “mad scientist” trope is becoming a lost art, kudos to severance for embracing it so gloriously. She shows up, she kills people, she (probably) stalks you, she steals your snacks and moves into your basement, she’ll do experimental brain surgery any time any place. And she’s kind of adorable. God bless.

Some five thousand years ago, a 27-foot high granite standing stone was erected by the Neolithic people of future Dartmoor. In the 12th century, a monastery was built on the spot, incorporating the stone into its foundations. The monastery became a manor house in the 14th century, then an inn in the 15th, which it remains to this day as The Oxenham Arms.

The standing stone remains in its place, unceremoniously part of the sitting room wall next to the radiator.

they need to make noise canceling headphones that are comfortable when you lay on your side in fetal position

Pieter van Bloemen (Flemish, 1657–1720) - Study of a sleeping dog

Today's Seal Is: Asking So Nicely

okay but there is something disquieting about this urge to cast fan writers as altruists. they give us all this for free!! well, no.

they’re sharing

it’s a key difference in perception. fic isn’t given. it’s shared. it’s part of a fandom community— in which readers are also an integral part.

it’s probably inevitable mission creep from the increasingly transactional nature of the internet and fandom-as-consumerism, which was always gonna happen after corps worked out how much bank there is to make from those weirdo fan people

but like. fandom is sharing. i think we’ve lost that somewhere.

are we sure the only way out is through? like. are we sure we can't just. go around

Man, we have got to stop treating art like it has an expiration date. That show stopped airing? Doesn’t mean it can’t haunt your every waking thought. Everybody’s into this album, but you don’t have the energy for new music right now? It’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready. That movie’s fifty years old and indie as shit? Incredible, you have the chance to share it with folks who might never otherwise feel that particular punch of delight. Books don’t go bad. Shows inspire fandoms decades after they’ve wrapped up. We’re still looking at cave paintings and statue work from ancient times and letting the joy of creation bring tears to our eyes. That’s the point of art. It’s as close to immortality as we ever get. Why try to give that magic a shelf life?

There's a post going around where someone is like, "Hey, I'm just trying out Original Star Trek and I've got to ask, does anyone else ship this?" And I find that transcendentally beautiful. It's a whole different century from when that show was made, and the person is looking at it (just as my Mom watched it after she finished her high school homework) and saying, "I have feelings about this." It's humanity connecting across time through the power of imagination.