“In my head, you are not welcome,” Flint says, low and harsh, watching as Silver struggles to keep that damnable mask in check. He thinks there’s a brief flash of hurt in Silver’s eyes, before the walls come slamming down, replaced with a familiar irritation at Flint’s recklessness.
Annoyance, it would seem, is an emotion Silver has no issue with Flint seeing from him.
Flint knows that Silver has relied on these fronts he puts up to survive; he’s done the same thing, built his own emotional barriers between himself and the world around him. Which is why, when Silver tries to insinuate himself into Flint’s head, tries to break down that crumbling wall keeping the worst of his grief at bay, Flint feels nothing but anger.
Silver, of all people, should understand how important it is to hide away the most painful parts of himself. For him to imply that Flint is avoiding his issues is hypocritical and idiotic. Flint has seen the expression that crosses Silver’s face when he looks down at where his leg used to be; he’s not the only one who’s keeping himself grounded in his pain, who cannot stand what he’s become.
I just rewatched the “in my head you are not welcome” silverflint scene in 3×01 and I had to pause bc, okay, right, some THINGS™ :
first thing’s first: what was the ORIGINAL AIM?!? silver clearly has some stuff to say to flint, right. he’s got a speech. he’s planned this. he’s been lying awake, writing it all in his head, romantic hurdy gurdy inevitably playing in the background of this imagined scene. so he carefully opens the door and walks in very slowly, and keeps on GLANCING FURTIVELY over at sleeping flint as he gets closer and closer, seemingly with no intention to…actually wake him…in the near future…?!? just [glance glance] yep still sleepin’ :o) [glance glance] stillllllll sleeeeepin’ :o)
you know what I would’ve done if I had something to say to the captain but the captain was sleeping. I would’ve maybe, I don’t know, been like, “hey…hey captain. wake up.” I’m not an EXPERT but I think that’s a pretty good first step, in accomplishing the whole getting someone to wake up thing.
I know it’s not unusual for billy (and by extension, for silver) to pop a squat and wait for flint to wake up to deliver him news, but why is silver just sneaking up on him like that?! what is this boy doing!!!!
was john just going to sit there all up close, take a lil breather, watch flint’s chest rise and fall?! surreptitiously wipe the dust off his bald head?!? check for new nose hairs?! examine flint’s rings?! WHAT WAS THE PLAN?!
meanwhile, you’d think flint – James “Idk What to Do When My Personal Space is Invaded wAHHHH THOMAS IS LEANING IN HE’S LEANING IN-” Flint – would stir a bit upon hearing someone enter his room when he’s in a vulnerable position and not fast asleep, but the man is just…lying there, as peaceful as can be, eyes unopened, waiting for silver to get close enough, so that he can……tease silver…about not being sneaky enough……*chin hands*
you’d also think that after like, a second or two, he’d sigh exasperatedly and get up to talk to his quartermaster properly. but this tired sweet potato is like, “no. lying down. lying down is good. whisper voice is good.” JOHN IS TRYING TO HAVE A SERIOUS CONVERSATION AND FLINT IS JUST…[half asleep] “run ur hand over my head john it’s a lil dusty up there”
okay that isn’t in the script but
john: [insistently] “I understand we faced colonial regulars out there last night” flint: [horizontal, eyes still closed, grumbling quietly] “……so >:(”
^^^ IS IN THE SCRIPT?!?!
“so what john. so we faced colonial regulars. so you turn around and face the door. so you keep facing it, as you walk toward it, and leave me alone. so your face is sexy john” “WHA-” “so, I’m sleeping john. I need my beauty sleep, john.”
is this a regular occurrence then. silver just…walking in on Flint Nap Time and blathering on and getting no response. like. “billy just got eaten by a shark” “…..so” “but it turned out the shark was gates, come back to life” “………so.”
the ship gets all creaky at one point and flint is just swinging side to side on his lil bed inarguably thinking, “maybe this thing will just fling me out the window. jsut fucking. fling me out. that’ll be a story. CAPTAIN FLINT CAN FLY!!! D: WHAT NEW HORRORS WILL WE DISCOVER NEXT”
flint finally stands up (A MIRACLE!!!) and silver is literally just gesturing wildly and yelling while flint is like, pinching the bridge of his nose, deciding, just moments after, that standing up was indeed the Worst Decision of His Life, one more regret to add to the running list of regrets. dear diary, never should have stood up when the curly was speaking. thirty fifth time I have made this mistake. not to worry, tomorrow is a new day. another new, insufferable day, woo fucking hoo-
“in my head you are not welcome” “…….but I can still just waltz in here and watch over you while you sleep right. like that’s still cool, yes?” “oh yeah no that’s good we’re all good with that” “kay just checking”
alternatively:
“in my head you are not-” “BUT WHAT ABOUT IN YOUR BED AM I RIGHT?!? [finger guns] OHHHHH!! OHHHHHH-”
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For anyone who doesn’t know, Tom Lehrer was a Harvard mathematics lecturer who did musical satire in his spare time during the 50s and 60s.
He’s basically a lyrical genius: ridiculously clever and funny and awesome.
His songs cover pretty much every topic imaginable as well, from the political (the atomic bomb and world war three) to social issues (tolerance, drugs, homosexuality and religion) to environental issues (pollution and animal welfare) to the macabre and the kinky (masochism, necrophilia and dirty novels). And all in a tongue-in-cheek, amazingly still relevant way.
Tom Lehrer fandom, where you at?
(Party at my place. Bring the cheap jug wine and a couple-dozen pizzas)
In the filk and dementia communities, where we’ve always been.
SPRING IS HERE, AH, S-P-RING IS HERE LIFE IS SKITTLES AND LIFE IS BEER
Was?? I didn’t hear he was dead…
Oh, so far as I know he’s still living, but he is no longer a Harvard mathematics lecturer or a regular performer of musical satire.
(In an interview he did in I believe the late 1990s, he said that he likes to encourage rumors that he’s dead, as it cuts down on the junk mail.)
He appears to still be alive, and he stopped performing because he couldn’t do satire anymore in a world where Kissinger could win the Nobel Peace Prize.
Tom Lehrer is a treasure.
You should have seen my dad explaining the Masochism tango to me when I was eight.
I think Tumblr folk would especially appreciate this number…
@17-is-lucky He’s still alive–he turned 90 this year–and if you want to read the most exhaustive post about him absolutely brimming over with links and such, head over to this post on MetaFilter.
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a pure-bred Guernsey cow….
Ah, Tom Lehrer. Now I have to go listen to the Masochism Tango again!
Back in my third year politics exam (when a lot of you were only gleams in your parents’ eyes) he was referenced.
Still relevant after all these years.
Agree with all previous posters. Personal favourites: The Vatican Rag, The Masochism Tango, Let’s Make a Bomb
Gay stories, language, silence
Hope this link works. It’s an article by Andre Aciman, Holocaust scholar and author of the novel “Call Me By Your Name”. I found it moving.
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