[cws: psychiatric abuse, torture, homophobia, ableism, sanism, racism, pictures of taxidermy. boy this show is a lot sometimes lmfao]
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so something @thecottageinthedark noticed recently that i'm still fucked up about is that pericles' cage in the asylum isn't actually a bird cage.
it's a bell jar.
for those who don't know what a bell jar is, it's a type of taxidermy display for preserving delicate specimens, most often birds. it's easy for their feathers to get dusty or disintegrate over time if they're left out in the open; a bell jar not only keeps off dirt and keeps people from touching them, but it's made to create a vacuum inside to keep everything where it is.
another layer to this reference is that the book The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath, is a retelling of her own experiences with mental illness and the attempts made to treat it at the time. notably, one of the major themes of the book is psychiatric abuse.
pericles is also not only a gay man forcefully committed to an asylum in what is most likely intended to be the 70s, but a very obvious and already horribly handled fantasy metaphor for both physically disabled people and POC. (in particular the talking animals' role in the worldbuilding heavily mirrors Black americans irl, which holy shit there is so much to unpack there all by itself. there is So Much)
(fun little bonus on the side: he's kept in a cell with extremely bright blue/white light 24/7, at an angle where it'd be even more difficult to block it out than if it were overhead. this would make it impossible to get any decent fucking sleep, which is widely recognized as one of the worst forms of torture to exist. they did this to him for 20 years straight.)
so, to recap: gay man and analogue for disabled people/POC, who is also portrayed as an ~evil crazy malicious psychopath,~ is kept in not only a display case for scientific specimens, but one specifically made--in-universe and out--to recreate something that is done to his demographic as a metaphorical disabled person/POC.
and not only that, and not only do people talk about him--in front of him, like he's not even there--as a specimen while gawking at him in this position, but he is being displayed like the stuffed and mounted corpse of a disabled person/POC.
he is said to belong on that display for 'the rest of his miserable [disabled/POC] life.' no one disagrees with this. he's painted as smugly bullying the violent abusive guard. in general he's portrayed as Scary and Evil Now for having been in this situation. and when he escapes, it kicks off what end up being the most heavy-duty problems for the protagonists, which result in the Bad Ending for the nibiru timeline; if he had stayed there, continued to be objectified and tortured with homophobic/racist/ableist violence for the rest of his life, the timeline almost certainly wouldn't have been doomed.
and they used a real person's autobiography about their experiences with psychiatric abuse for this. and to position them in the role of someone it should have not only happened to, but been even more horrifically dehumanizing and cruel.
yeah. i..... yeah.
the creators of this show are genuinely really good at putting together layered references like this, some more obscure than others, which are rewarding to discover and add depth when you do, and it is a crying fucking shame that they like to use it for shit like this. god damn lmao
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Petals
Rusty never gets sick, like ever, so he’s surprised to say the least when he feels a burning tickling sensation building in his lungs. He sighs pops a coff drop in his mouth and chalks it up to the cold whether. Then it builds into a slight but nagging cough, that cough quickly enough becomes persistent.
“Hey Rus?” Danny says stopping him in the hallway on their way to play poker he doesn’t have to actually ask the question on his mind Rusty knows it’s about his coughing.
“Don’t know it just won’t go away.” He tells him.
“You don’t.” Danny says confused.
“Get sick?” Rusty finishes. “Yeah I know.”
“You think it’s the…” Danny says.
“Probably, it hasn’t gotten above thirty two degrees in over a week.” Rusty dismisses Danny’s concerns.
“But we’ve pulled jobs in whether colder than this and you never…” Danny points out.
“Yeah, I know.” Rusty sighs earning himself a few short coughs.
“Not to mention we’re not even working right now.” Danny continues.
“Maybe I’m allergic to downtime?” Rusty jokes.
“Hmm?” Danny says skeptically.
Rusty dissolves into a coughing fit one of the worst he’s had yet and has to hold onto Danny’s shoulder for support. When he can breathe again there’s three tiny petals in his palm.
Danny furrows his brow. “Are those…?”
“Marigold petals.” Rusty confirms.
“Your… in love?” Danny asks astonished.
“Apparently.” Rusty says grimly.
“And it’s unrequited?” Danny’s eyebrows very nearly meet his hairline.
“It would seem that way.” Rusty agrees.
“But you…” Danny trails off
Rusty looks hard at the petals in his hand “Don’t do love.”
“Exactly.” Danny looks thoughtful for a minute. “So who?”
“Marigolds are October.” Rusty says mentality going through everyone he knows with birthdays in October.
Danny gets there first. “Linus was born in the beginning of October.”
“Damn, it’s Linus isn’t it?” Rusty asks and it sounds more like a statement than a question.
“You have always been fond of him.” Danny says. “And you both are here for the month over the holidays.”
“You can’t tell him.” Rusty looks from the petals to Danny. “He won’t understand.”
“Give the kid some credit Rus.” Danny persuades.
“No. Even if he understands he doesn’t feel the same I watch him enough to know that.” Rusty says firmly. “I won’t put that pressure, that guilt on him.”
“You watch everyone and think you know what’s going on in their heads.” Danny says but Rusty cuts him off.
“That’s because I do people are open books. Worse than that actually their audiobooks at full volume.” Rusty says as though he’s stating a core fact of the universe.
“But Linus isn’t so simple, he’s not as easy to read as everyone else, you don’t always know what’s going on in his head Rusty. So maybe…” Danny suggests.
“He’s not.” Rusty cuts off Danny’s line of reasoning.
“Alright if you don’t want me to tell him I won’t.” Danny promises.
“Thank you.” Rusty says.
“You gonna be okay for poker?” Danny asks worriedly.
“Danny it’s literally a game centered around bluffing I’ll be fine.” Rusty dismisses him heading to where Linus is setting up the poker table forcing him to drop the subject.
“Hey.” Linus says sitting down in his chair. “Who’s dealing?”
“I’ll do it.” Danny offers motioning for Linus to hand him the deck.
Linus places the cards in his palm his attention drawn to Rusty who is persistently clearing his throat. “You okay Rusty?”
“Yeah, just a persistent tickle.” Rusty says pointing to his throat.
Linus stands up and disappears into the kitchen. “Where do you think he’s going?” Rusty asks as Danny shuffles the deck.
“I don’t know.” Danny shrugs as they hear the sounds of dishes being moved around in the kitchen.
“Awfully trusting with his cards though.” Rusty comments.
“He knows we won’t cheat him.” Danny pokes Rusty’s chest. “It’s one of the reasons you’re coughing up salad.”
Linus returns a few minutes later with a mug of something warm in his hands little wisps of steam rising from it, he hands the mug to Rusty. “Here, this’ll help with the tickle.”
Rusty takes a sip of the drink. “Lemon tea?”
“Good for your throat.” He says sitting down.
Linus worry continues to grow as Rusty’s coughing doesn’t subside instead worsening as they continue their poker game.
“Okay.” Linus says laying down his cards in the middle of the third hand. “This isn’t just some tickle in the throat is it?”
“I’m fine it’s just this cold weather.” Rusty protests.
Linus gives him a look that says he doesn’t believe a word coming out of his mouth. “Try again you’ve visited me In Chicago when it was minus four degrees outside and didn’t so much as clear your throat.”
“It’s probably just a cold.” Rusty dismisses.
Linus crosses his arms over his chest. “If it was that the tea would have helped not made it worse.”
Rusty sighs screwing his eyes shut and whispers. “It’s Hanahaki disease.”
“Hardly anyone gets that these days.” Linus says surprised. “Is it Isabel? I know you really loved her.”
Rusty shakes his head. “The breakup was mutual.”
Linus furrows his brow. “So they tuned you down?”
“Didn’t have to it’s obvious they don’t have feelings for me.” Rusty tells him.
“You haven’t even tried?” Linus asks astonished.
“No point.” Rusty says simply.
“Your just going to give up just like that?” He turns to Danny. “He’s kidding right?”
Danny shakes his head. “Afraid not.”
Looking at Danny he asks. “We’ve pulled off some of the craziest con’s I’ve ever seen surely between the three of us we can get some one to fall in love with Rusty.”
“It’s not happening Linus.” Rusty says firmly getting up and leaving the room.
“He’s got to be kidding.” Linus says throwing his hands up in the air.
“Linus I know it bothers you to see him like this but you’re going to have a tough time pulling a name out of him.” Danny tells him gently.
“He’s my friend Danny, you and him are my family. I can’t stand to see him suffer.” Linus whispers.
“He’s like family to you?” Danny asks with a crease between his eyebrows.
“Yes.” Linus says emphatically. “So help me help him.”
“I’m sorry Linus he’s my best friend and I have to respect his wishes and feelings on the matter.” Danny say standing up.
“His wishes are going to kill him.” Linus pleads.
Danny shakes his head and goes to find Rusty.
“Hey.” Danny says finding Rusty sitting in his room on the edge of the bed.
“What are you doing here?” Rusty asks.
“I’m sorry.” Danny says sitting down next to him.
“What did he say?” Rusty asks.
“He said your his family.” Danny tells him.
“So you see how pointless telling him would be?” Rusty asks.
“Yes.” Danny admits. “I do.”
Rusty dissolves into a coughing fit leaving him holding a handful of blood speckled marigold petals. “I love him so much it’s going to kill me.” Rusty whispers.
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Linus didn’t give up he spent the next two weeks coming up with plans and begging Danny to do something, anything about what was happening to Rusty.
Most of his appeals had been to Danny trying to leave Rusty in peace with his worsening condition, he had gone from coughing up a few petals to coughing up whole marigolds which wasn’t doing anything to help Linus’s anxiety. So now Linus was taking his appeal to Rusty because he honestly wasn’t sure how long he had left.
“Rusty?” Linus asks knocking on the door to his room.
“Come in Linus.” Rusty’s voice sounds from the other side of the door.
“I need to talk to you.” Linus says sitting down on edge of the bed next to Rusty.
“There’s nothing you can do.” Rusty tells him.
“There has to be.” Linus chokes hot tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “I can’t watch you die Rusty, I can’t loose you.”
“There’s nothing you can do.” Rusty repeats.
“Your really just going to lay down and die?.” Linus asks angrily.
“It’s my life.” Rusty counters.
“Your un fucking believable!” Linus finally breaks. “Your Rusty Ryan damn it! You always have a plan and you never just give up. I would sell my soul to Terry Benedict or the Devil himself if it would save you but you’re just going to do nothing when something as simple as words could save your life!?”
“Linus you don’t understand…” Rusty begins.
“No Rusty you listen I understand more than you could ever possibly know I’ve been in love with someone for so long and it’s been cutting away at my heart for a long time now so don’t you dare say I don’t understand.” Linus growls.
“You should tell them your a great person Linus they would be lucky to have you.” Rusty tells him leaning back on his pillows.
“Yeah well it’s you Rusty it always has been and you’re making me watch you die. I would rather see you with someone else than see you die but yet here you sit slowly dying because you refuse to tell someone you love them.” Linus half yells half sobs at him.
Rusty just stares at him for so long Linus asks him. “Are you okay?”
Rusty opens his mouth to say something but promptly shuts it again.
“I didn’t mean to upset you.” Linus lowers his voice back to his usual gentle tone. “I just can’t stand to see you hurting like this.”
“Your in love with me?” Rusty asks in an astonished voice.
“Yes, I don’t know how you couldn’t have seen it.” Linus whispers.
“You told Danny we’re your family.”
“And you are but family can mean a lot of things.” Linus explains.
“Linus..” Rusty is interrupted by Danny coming into the room.
“Hey Rus?” Danny starts but stops upon seeing Linus.
“Just try and think about what I said?” Linus pleads walking past Danny out of the room.
Rusty moves to go after him but Danny walks fully into the room shutting the door behind him. “How are you feeling?”
“Cured.” Rusty tells him.
Danny raises his eyebrows. “Mind saying that again?”
“Linus is in love with me.” Rusty tells him.
“Is that what?” Danny asks pointing over his shoulder with his thumb in the direction Linus had left.
“Yes.” Rusty answers.
“And does he know you are…?” Danny begins.
“No, you kinda walked in just as I was about to.” Rusty tells him.
“God the kid is going to give himself a panic attack. Go, go tell him.” Danny shoos Rusty towards the door of his room.
Rusty finds Linus just sitting in the kitchen staring at the wall.
“Can I talk to you?” Rusty asks pulling a seat over near Linus’s.
“Uh, yeah.” Linus sniffs wiping the back of his hand over his red rimmed eyes.
“You still want to know who this is all about?” Rusty asks.
“Yes.” Linus sits up straight.
Rusty takes one of Linus’s hands in his own and kisses the back of it. “You Linus, I’m in love with you.”
“I’m the reason you’ve been in all this pain?” Linus asks a tear slipping down his cheek.
Rusty wipes the tear away. “No, your the reason I’m healed. The reason I was in pain is because I was stubborn unwilling to say how I felt.” He cups Linus’s chin with the hand that’s not holding Linus’s. “And blind apparently.”
Linus laughs sniffing as he does so. “I wish you would have told me so much sooner.”
Rusty smiles. “Me too.”
Rusty leans forward gently kissing Linus lips and pulling him onto his lap, Linus straddles Rusty’s hips sitting on his lap kissing him back deeper.
They stay like that kissing in the kitchen until Danny walks in and yells into his cupped hands. “Get a room you two!”
The break apart laughing and Rusty drags Linus upstairs.
They were happy in each other’s company even if Rusty could never quite look at a marigold without clearing his throat, Which turned out to be especially fun when they got roped into a con involving an industrial sized greenhouse filled with marigolds, but that’s irrelevant the point is they lived as happily ever after as they could for a pair that thieves.
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