The repeated symbolism of closed doors in this fucking show makes me want to push my head into a pillow and sob until I pop a blood vessel in my eye.
In Planet Quetta, the door between Suletta and Miorine is forced open by Miorine, as Suletta isolates herself in her self-doubt and is so confused and scared of the world around her. It's a moment of understanding and respite where Miorine pushes Suletta to move forward, but it's only temporary, shown by the fact that Miorine has to force the door open and broken immediately by Suletta's brutal murder of the man trying to kill Delling Rembran.
But in Episode 22, this time it's Suletta who is trying to coax the door open. Neither her or Miorine forces it open, indicating that this time, the understanding is real and permanent and they want to face their sins together. It's a much more solemn retelling of the door scene at Planet Quetta, with many of the same feelings carried over but finally fully accepted. And though Suletta is the one to coax the door open, it's Miorine who is able to exit her isolation and opens the door herself, finally truly relying on Suletta for the first time - which gives Miorine the power to step forward on her own.
Both of them play a part in opening the door to Miorine's room, both of them finally understand that their love can be unconditional, both of them are able to trust and rely on each other fully, both of them finally understand that they are loved and valued. They've grown so much since Planet Quetta, and that reflects so beautifully here.
BRB, going to curl up into a ball and rock back and forth while sobbing uncontrollably until my muscles atrophy and I wither away.
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can we talk about these ed/stede scenes? i’m dying to talk about these scenes
i haven’t seen (or i missed) people discuss some of these, but i dont have time to write an extensive meta or make a separate gifset to point out each so here’s a short list of scenes that are currently making me deeply insane
1) ed literally falling asleep next to stede (and leaning towards him) even though he’s known him for a single day. the most fearsome pirate on the high seas trusting so quickly and easily that stede, despite his kind nature, isn’t going to use the opportunity to just kill him bc he’s blackbeard. he said i’m gonna take a nap right here on this stranger’s soft shoulder while he handles sharp cutlery and my gun and knife that i gave him while i remain entirely unarmed and unguarded. true love right there
(i’m also 80% sure this was just taika falling asleep on set as usual)
2) during the kraken scene there’s a lighthouse in the distance and the light spins as it should until it lands on ed and his father and then stops and illuminates them like a giant spotlight. i can’t even begin to interpret that my brain will snap in half. it’s stede literally shining a light into edward’s dark past
(crying and reciting flint’s ‘in the darkness, there be dragons’ quote)
3) ed, terrified, flinching when stede bangs on the door and it being immediately paralleled by young ed flinching when his father smashes a plate against the wall. im pretty sure this was pointed out somewhere already but this glass tastes delicious so i’m bringing it up again.
im gently caressing his head, this bad boy can’t fit any more trauma. we are at full capacity
4) this face ed makes right before he has to kill stede :)
5) and lastly did you notice stede’s thumb is pressing firmly on ed’s while they hold hands because i didn’t until recently and i'd like to expand on that but all i can come up with is boiling tea kettle noise
okay that’s it, feel free to discuss or add more
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Hey Mera I wanted to ask a question about IBWR. Don't know if you've answered this before but what helped inspired the designs for theo and oliver? Like the clothes they wear and their actual physical looks
*gasp!* Thank you for asking!
So a lot of thought actually went into these two goobers hahaha!
But mostly, it has been about duality/opposites.
BODY TYPES:
Theodore:
He's wealthy and doesn't have to walk far distances. He also enjoys the typical upper-class foods that were popular at the time. Which were rich in carb and protein. So he's chubby! :)
Not only does this softness reflect his wealth and comfortable lifestyle, it also reflects that he, as a person, is soft.
He may dress smartly and use fashion to present himself as both sleeker and fitter than he is. His personality is a pretence hyper masculinity (like his suits) to cover up how gentile and somewhat flamboyant he actually is.
Side note: I am actually rather bad at drawing chub without it looking like stiff muscle mass. I'm still working on that.
Theodore likes how he looks, he is confident and carries himself like a born gentleman with something to prove. Chest out and chin high.
His curly blonde hair and green eyes and Cheshire grin are all family traits of the Ashdown family. It makes them look more like witches, with curly flirtish hair, deep mystic eyes and smiles that lie the way you'll like it.
Witches are hard to resist, but nobody likes them. They bask in sin, and who doesn't want to be tempted now and then?
Oliver:
He's poor, he doesn't eat very well, he's active and practically runs everywhere. He's skinny to a fault, he exerts more energy than he consumes. This is not healthy. He works out, he climbs buildings and gets into trouble and he knows how to fight (cus he had to). He is fit. Now, he may look chiseled like an adonis statue, but this is not strength. He is just low on body fat. He is tired a lot for a reason.
He is muscular looking, but his strengths are in being able to outlast and run. He can fight, sure, but he prefers to just run.
His blue eyes... It's almost like he can see things that aren't there.. Blue like the past, blue like the veil. There are many cultures all over the world who associate blue eyes with the supernatural or something evil. If you want to know more about it I would direct you to look up the blue evil eye and superstitions about blue eyes. :)
His dark pointy hair is in stark contrast with Theodore's curly blonde.
Unlike Theodore, who unbashfully enjoys himself, Oliver cares very little about himself and can't really see what others see. It even makes him a bit nervous to talk about his looks due to a previous toxic relationship as well as some.. awful things. He has to be drunk to be physical.
FASHION:
and that's just pinterest---
listen okay I could be here all day.
But the gist of it is this:
Theodore:
Rich bitch strut your stuff you bisexual idiot. He likes details and fashion and embroidery. He likes to sew and he likes to tailor his own things. Sewing is considered feminine if it's not your profession, especially if you're upper class. But Theodore, despite himself, sews and edits and wears what he's made. So any compliment he gets on his fit, or insult, he takes very personally.
The guy has an ego that is just as much a mask as it is a genuine source of confidence.
What he wears is an extension of himself, he wants to be free and fashion helps him express himself, both openly and in secret ways. He dress in codes.
But every coat and jacket he has, has an inline pocket for his wand to carry around.
Perfumes, rings, brooches, a cane, silken hats and beaver hats, gloves of every sort and-- look he got style and he's in with it.
Oliver:
Good god baby please wear something else. He wears things he's bought second hand, his jacket is from 1872s (it's 1885 in the story), he rotates between five shirts and like.. three vests. One vest being sundays best. Basically, everything he owns is old or doesn't fit him. He rarely spends money on himself and he's oblivious (and too depressed) to know or care about his looks.
The guy has no confidence and his opinion of himself is reflected on what he wears.
Oliver's idea of dressing up a bit is to tie a nicer scarf around himself into a tie rather than the flimsy blue knot he does.
Oliver always carry a small book and something to draw with. When he's out about in London he likes to perch upon things, or squat where he wont be bothered, and draw.
He also stuff his inner pocket with dry lavender from work to mask the smell of dead from work. Unwittingly to him, it also helps keeping spirits from noticing him.
Now, wouldn't it be lovely if Theodore got to dress Oliver up. :) Y'know, just to give Oliver a glimpse of how he sees him.
it would prooooobably go something like this:
"Oh, no, no." Said Theodore and let his hand flutter about. "That's not what style is. That's just fashion. Now, STYLE, my dear..."
He grinned and circled Oliver in the way that made Oliver anticipate a tickle. And there it was, the poke.
"Style is something you carry in you. You got style, but you have no sense of fashion. I will bring you the fashion, and I promise you will see what I mean."
"I doubt it." Oliver smiled faintly. "But if it will humour you."
"Oh, you have no idea."
So Oliver let him. It wasn't what he thought it would be; Theodore didn't throw things at him. He asked him to touch the materials of each garment in his wardrobe. Asked what colours he liked. He held up some ties next to his face to compare the shade with his tone, his eyes and hair. Some were discarded right away and others made Theodore delightfully ooh and aah.
Oliver would be lying if he wasn't having a little bit fun.
Theodore pinned in the waist of the trousers, no suspenders or buckles. "it will just wrinkle it." Theodore muttered. "There shan't be any wrinkles or creases on my watch. And, oh, your hair. Let me just- just a little."
"Alright." Oliver chuckled and sat down to let Theodore do what he liked.
Oliver, finally, stood dressed and looked down at himself. Everything fit him and the shoes were shiny, but he still couldn't see what Theodore meant.
"I don't see it."
"Well, you're not looking yet." Theodore brought to the mirror.
And Oliver saw himself.
He had to blink a few times, he didn't recognise himself. And as if his very soul slapped him in the back, Oliver stretched himself up proper, tilted his head and brushed a hand over his chest.
"Do I.. Really look like that? You didn't put a hex or something on the mirror or..?"
"No hex, just you. And yes, you really do look like that.. All the time in my eyes."
And Oliver's lips twisted into a shy smile. "You jest."
"Not about style." Theodore nudged. "Style is serious business." And grinned his iconic mischief smile.
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