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I had forgotten about this whole name analysis I made a while ago about this show. Angel, Alberto, Andress, Arturo. “The A game. The leaders. The Alphas. Whatever that word meant before, it’s something else now. Still fits. The irony.”

And then Sergio. The man in the shadows.

And I also forgot about... the glaringly obvious — Salva.

Back then, it sounded like an odd, almost funny-sounding name to me. Salva... Then I remembered: Salva is short for Salvador.

There was a moment of “Oh God, I am so stupid!” Saviour!

I don’t know why the picture Salvator Mundi comes to mind. Holly fuck — the ego of this man! He chose that name! For himself.

It’s hilarious and a bit scary — to choose this name for your alter ego. Almost as if he thought of himself as a god. Not a god — THE God. The one and only, the benevolent saviour of humanity (or something), according to a certain belief system.

I think I see the genius of the writers in this detail.

Maybe it was just one-sided thinking as part of the master plan for the robbery. Maybe he just saw himself as the eventual saviour of this group of people with a dangerous mission. Maybe that's why he chose this name. But...

He is the Professor. The mighty figure who sits outside and observes like a god. Controls, calculates — ready to interfere if and when things go wrong. Then again, he’s the one who put them there in the first place.

Oh yes — there is an ego. An ego, he would have to swallow. Dry.

Because the saviour — the mighty, god-like figure — finds out the hard way that he is hardly infallible. He cannot control anything. Much less human behaviour. Or the circumstances. Or himself.

It’s poetic. I love it.

He falls. On his knees. Out of grace. And in love.

He just about made a fatal mistake. He just about lost everything.

He lost agency, control, his pride, and the respect of the group. His human side. He lost his heart. He surrendered.

“He was still trying to play God, to the very end. Cornered. Desperate. But still trying to hold control. ‘I need to think,’ he says.”

Until her" Nothing to think about" takes it away. “She is the one who helps. She takes his burden away. With one sentence, she transforms him… From a god to a man again. And she becomes the Goddess, chained, as if helpless, she takes control.

"She broke your throne, and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah"

It's almost hilariously accurate.

In the end, what saved him was the return to himself — The humble, honest, open, and very human self.

And to his real name. The one whose meaning is almost humiliatingly simple.

Sergio.

From the lips of a woman.

...

Pure fucking poetry.

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La Casa De Papel On the names Part II

(A little experiment, translated post) Antes, “Salva” me parecía un nombre raro. Casi gracioso. Después recordé: Salva es diminutivo de Salvatore.

Hubo un momento de “Dios, ¡qué estúpida soy!”. ¡Salvador! Y de pronto me vino a la mente Salvator Mundi. ¡Santo cielo! ¡El ego de este hombre!

Él eligió ese nombre. Para sí mismo.

Es ridículo. Y aterrador. Elegir ese nombre para tu identidad alternativa... como si se creyera un dios. No un dios cualquiera. El Dios. El único, el todopoderoso salvador de la humanidad — o algo así.

Y ahí es donde vi la genialidad de los guionistas. Tal vez en su mente, era el salvador del grupo. Tal vez solo era parte del plan. Pero…

Él es el Profesor. La figura todopoderosa, externa, que observa desde afuera. Controla, planifica, interviene cuando es necesario. Es quien los puso en esa situación en primer lugar.

Oh, sí. Tiene ego. Uno que tuvo que tragarse. En seco.

Porque el salvador — esa figura casi divina — descubre que no es infalible. No puede controlar nada. Ni el comportamiento humano. Ni las circunstancias. Ni a sí mismo.

Es poético.

Cae. De rodillas. Fuera de la gracia. Y enamorado.

Estuvo a punto de cometer un error fatal. Estuvo a punto de perderlo todo. Perdió el control. Su orgullo. El respeto del grupo. Su lado humano.

Perdió el corazón. Se rindió.

Y al final, lo que lo salvó fue volver a sí mismo. Al hombre humilde, honesto, abierto — y profundamente humano.

Y a su nombre real. Ese cuyo significado es casi humillantemente simple.

Sergio. Desde los labios de una mujer.

...

Pura poesía.

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"Stop. Take a good look. Listen. It doesn't matter what is it. If it makes you wanna crawl up toward the sun, it it makes you want to wake up from the deep sleep, if it makes you want to learn, explore, it it makes you crave for something different, if it leads to understanding, if it breaks the concrete walls built up in your mind... does it matter what and how it looks like in the eyes of the others? If it inspires? Sometimes a lifeline doesn't look like a lifeline. Sometimes it looks like an object, a sound, a voice or a piece of paper. An idea. Anything it stops you from drowning, from falling deeper and deeper. By now, you know how it works. When people reach the bottom, they usually start to go up. There is no bottom. Not for everyone anyway. Hiding in the shadows for too long just makes you despise the sun and crave it even more...

Stop. Stop apologising. For who you are. For taking place. For having a voice. For being too loud. For crying. For wanting. For living. Just stop.

There is a simple message underneath it all.

Choose yourself.

Take what you want and pay for it.

"Pero que "perdona"?!"

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I had forgotten about this. I also forgot about... the glaringly obvious- Salva. Back then it sounded like an odd, almost funny sounding name to me. Salva... Then I remembered. Salva is short for Salvatore. There was about a minute of "Oh god, I am so stupid!" Saviour! I don't know why the picture "Salvatore Mundi" comes to mind for. Holly fuck, the ego of this man! He chose that name! For himself. It's hilarious. It's also scary. To choose this name for your alter ego. Almost as if thinking about himself as a god! Not a god! The GOD himself, the one and only, the benevolent saviour of humanity (or something) according to a certain belief system. And then I see the genius of the writers in this detail! Maybe it was just one-sided thinking of the master plan of the roberry. Maybe he just saw himself as the eventual saviour of the group of people with the dangerous mission. But... But... He is the Professor! The mighty figure that sits outside and observes like a god. Controls, and ready to interfere if and when things go wrong. He is the one who put them there in the first place. Oh, yes, there is an ego. One, he would have to swallow it. Dry. Because the saviour, the mighty, god like figure, finds out the hard way that he is hardly infallible. And can not control anything. Much less human behaviour. Or the circumstances. Or himself.

It's poetic!

I love it.

He falls. On his knees. Out of grace. And in love. He just about made a fatal mistake. He just about lost everything. He lost agency, control, his pride, and the respect of the group. His human side. He lost his heart. He surrendered. At the end, what saved him was the return to himself. The humble, honest, open and very human self.

And his actual name. The one which meaning is almost humiliatingly simple.

Sergio.

From the lips of a woman. ... Pure fucking poetry.

Dunno what is this called, but there is a side of me that enjoys to find little details in stories... Something glaringly obvious hidden in plain sight. Like the meaning behind the names of the characters. I know it's really easy but damn... I love the backstory or the name the defines the character and is a huge hint. I noticed that the 3 most annoying characters at the beginning

all started with an A... And from then on, well it went downhill in my brain. Arturo, Angel and Raquel ex- husband Alberto. Then it's Andres, who well... is not exactly perfect. And lo and behold. Arturo - Bear; Bear king, bear man; Noble; Lofty hill; Rock; Follower of Thor.  Alberto - Noble; Bright; Famous.  Angel - self-explanatory, but apparently they were leaning into the either negative or the irony, because, angels in the common mentality are seen as pure, noble, powerful, friendly, protectors, those who are on the side of light and good(well mostly). And then Angel here plays the noble good friend, pure heart who would sacrifice to protects, but beneath that is the jealous man, who lusts after a woman who doesn't see him that way, who would cheat on his wife. He is sort of hypocrite, who struggles between doing what's right and giving in to his lowest desires and instincts. And then there is Sergio> So I didn't know the meaning, but after looking it up, I wasn't disappointed!

Sergio - the Latin form of the Roman name Sergius—is a suave, polished boy's name translating to "servant." This powerful title has been traced to the Latin verbs servare, meaning "to save, guard, keep," and servire, which means "to serve." When you think of it from the point of view of the women, it's absolutely delicious! Especially from Raquel's point. But also from Stockholm, Nairobi, Tokyo!

And then there is Andres - a noble, a warrior Again with the nobility. In a way, it is true, The person who actually appears most noble in the show seems to be Andres. He is a warrior, brave to fault, and he holds himself to certain standards. And yet, again, the nobility clashes violently with a dark side, with an ugly side, he is willing to give in to the lowest instinct and desires in his idea to enjoy life and live to the fullest. And it often gets ugly and annoying. And he often crosses the line. He is an adrenaline junkie, who craves attention and grandiosity, who seemingly understands love and great gestures, almost as if he is reading about it from classic novels, or something like that. Still, when it comes to commitment and depth, to the mundane, to the boring, to actually see the person next to him... to understand someone's emotions... he seems empty. Berlin would enjoy the glamour, the shining and the beautiful, the bold and the almost crazy aspects in people, in his women. He is way to absorbed with himself to notice that his wife is not with him for him, but for the trill. And while he gives advice to his brother about love, his nerdy inexperienced brother apparently has all the right instincts in that field. At least in the first part, becauseeee... I don't even wanna go there with the seasons 3, 4 and 5... Still think some of the writers had a stroke. That would be a nice excuse. The only excuse that I would accept... Anyway.

Even is his choice to sacrifice himself, there is a moment of choosing how to die, and avoiding the humiliation at all costs. What's waiting for him is a slow death, a decay of the mind and the body, and this doesn't work for him, that seems like something he seeks to avoid at all costs. Makes me think that he went into the heist with the idea that he would die, but suicide is too cowardly, to be beneath him, so he hoped someone would do it for him. Seems like his whole view of life is in a way some twisted or maybe accurate form of nobility. Just random thoughts.

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Planing to write something about LCDP that goes around my head and bothers me for almost an year now. And it's... bad. But will I post it? I am sure it will probably be dismissed as rambling of a crazy oerson or mostlikely never read , but I'm scared. Because I feel it toches somethinh really unpleasant. Who knows I maybe imagining things. Or my overly anxious and tired brain making up things...

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Baby Scully

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Thank you 💙

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Motherfuckers

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So it wasn't just a nightmare that they canceled Wheel of Time oh shit

And I will never see them again omg 😭💔

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I can't wait for Rosamund Pike to pull a Zack Snyder and film the rest of Wheel of Time in her backyard with the same crew that helped her put together that Oscar worthy promo for season two

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soft baby

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𝒾 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓁

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Reading I Shall Wear Midnight for the first time and ive loved this running theme through the Tiffany Aching books so much, glad to see that its back

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Someone on TT said readers are greedy. And that the thing you spent months on trying so hard to create, gets consumed in a few minutes and they want more...

Nope. What you created, will live a lot longer. It is not eaten, or drunk out, it doesn't disappear, it gets to be experienced by many people, and it gets to stay in their mind if it's really well done. They will remember it. It will become a small part of them. It will probably change some little part if them, make them realize what they want or don't want, what they like or hate, about others or about themselves, it might make their world just a little bit bigger.

They would want more, because it's good. Because it makes them experience strong emotions. Your thoughts, once written, become immortal. This is your immortality. Only if you are smart enough to understand that. A fountain, built for months doesn't get to disappear with the first person who drinks water from it.

This is our selfish way of thinking. In a way, we like to think, that part of our thoughts will reach others, will reshape their worldview just a bit... Who knows...

But if I have to explain this to a writer, well...