Wherever he left Flint, there’s always going to be a sentimentality there. There’s always going to be guilt. There’s going to be a constant reasoning with himself whether or not he did the right thing. They were closer to one another than any two other people in the world. So I do like the idea that if he came across a parrot that just, you know, HATED him–just hated him. Found him when he’s working as a cook. So Silver starts to feed it. And when the parrot turns around and starts coming to Silver for food, he’ll be like–‘Ah. That’s Flint.’ The point is that he meets a creature that could not have had more disdain for him if it tried, and that very same animal comes to eventually rely on him. That’s when the parrot gets its name. ‘You remind me of my old friend.’ I don’t see it as derogatory or taking the piss, you know? Even in the book, for me, the joke rang of something more profound than that.

Luke Arnold, i’m going to dropkick you into the fucking ocean how dare you, Fathoms Deep  (via annevbonny)

Mr Arnold, you have my gratitude, my blood should you ever need a transfusion, and free accommodation if you ever are in Melbourne.

Source: jamesvflint

Poem for young lefties

Bertolt Brecht, “Questions from a Worker Who Reads”. Apologies for the usual pedestrian translation.

Who built Thebes of the seven gates? / In the books there are the names of kings./ Did the kings lug around the lumps of rock?/ And Babylon, many times destroyed / Who rebuilt it so many times? In what houses / Of gold-glittering Lima did the builders live? / Where did the bricklayers go / The evening that the Great Wall of China was finished? Mighty Rome / Is full of triumphal arches. Who erected them? Over whom / Did the Caesars triumph? Had Byzantium, of which so much was sung/ Only palaces for its inhabitants? / Even in mythic Atlantis/ The night the ocean engulfed it/ The drowning were shouting for their slaves.

The young Alexander conquered India. / Alone? / Caesar defeated the Gauls. / Did he not have even a cook with him?

Philip of Spain wept when his fleet/ Went down. Was he the only one to weep? / Frederick the Second won the Seven Years’ War. Who / won it beside him?

Every page a victory. / Who cooked the victory banquet? / Every ten years a great man. / Who paid the expenses?

So many reports. / So many questions.

silverflintdaily:

jadedbirch:

captain-flint:

We won’t be going any farther.
Won’t we? I won’t take another step towards that chest until I know for certain that I’m wrong about what I suspect is happening here.
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Please don’t do that.

#LETS PLAY A GROSS GAME OF WHOSE FACE CAN MAKE ME WANT TO KILL MYSELF MORE#seriously what the fuck are those expressions???#they dont even need dialogue they speak with their eyes and eyebrows#WHA THE FUCKV#please look at this gifset#really look#at every individual gif#LOOK AT THEIR FACES#AND TELL ME THEY’RE NOT FUCKING BEING TORN APART BY WHAT’S HAPPENING#BY WHAT THEY’RE DOING TO EACH OTHER#AND FUCKING DARE TO TELL ME THERE WAS NO LOVE BETWEEN THEM#BC WHAT I SEE IS PURE HEARTBREAK AND OVERWHELMING GRIEF#[destroys my whole house while screaming and crying] (via @captain-flint)

#loving someone determined to be a martyr is very difficult [via @keensers]

Haven’t seen the episode yet. Suspect that it will bring about irrational, emotional reactions. Handle with care.

Source: captain-flint