I am just going to scream into the abyss here for a moment.
WHY DID I SLEEP ON NETFLIX’S DAREDEVIL FOR SO LONG.
I just watched the whole show in an EXTREMELY UNHEALTHY amount of time because I only realized last minute that it was being taken off Netflix. So now all my remaining braincells can only think about Daredevil.
Y’all know how truly devastating it would be to have a child you love but can never have a relationship with because your daughter is the result of an affair and you’re a fcking priest so it’s not like you can just drop everything. and slowly over time your mind fails you until one day by chance you get lost in Israel and come across what your mind hopes is an ANgeL that fcking exsanguinates you but then very kindly gives you its own blood in return that makes you young again. so naturally you package this thing up with bubble wrap and bring it home to revitalize your ailing lover as well as help out the failing community you served for decades ONLY for everything possible to go wrong and your daughter is murdered in front of you and all you end up gaining in the end is a short while to sit with the love of your youth and hold your dead child in your lap while you wait to die.
Have you ever had the strong urge to hug a character to comfort them because they don't deserve the pain they had nor to go through what they've gone through and turn out to be the way they did?
I feel a combination of these two images after making the mistake of watching all of Hill House in one go for the first time and man was that show a ride