So I noticed something in Harrow the Ninth. In chapter two, when John is trying to console Harrow over having lost Gideon, he puts his hands on her shoulders, and he says "Gideon Nav did not die for nothing."
Harrow feels "a hot whistle of pain run down
[her] temporal bone," which is, we know now, Harrow having a stroke as her skull alters her brain so that she hears him say 'Ortus Nigenad' instead. And she replies to him in kind, using Ortus' name. So the interesting bit is John's reaction, look:
He had his hands on her shoulders the whole time. Physical touch negates lyctoral blindness, and she had a stroke while he was touching her. That look on his face. Is he working out an emotionally taxing anagram, or is he taking a good look at her and working out what the hell just happened? Then he says Gideon's name again, like he's running a test, and Harrow has another stroke. That's exactly the same test Mercy performed to figure out what Harrow did to her brain in chapter twenty-nine.
He knows. He's known about the lobotomy since chapter two. He thinks she did it to forget her grief and guilt, and he thinks he understands.
Which means when he 'notices' the lobotomy in this scene:
He's not really noticing it for the first time at all. He's calling attention to it. He's just told Harrow that she didn't open the Tomb, that she's wrong about the events of her own life, and then he deliberately 'discovers' and points out her brain damage to seal the deal.
John Gaius uses: Gaslight! It's super effective.
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armand making louis his maitre is like. character thesis statement. he doesn't know who he is, he doesn't know what shape he is, what shape he should be. no one has painted him in over 400 years! he needs someone to tell him, to make him, because if someone honors his autonomy enough to ask instead, he doesn't know the answer. and that's what love is to him! to not decide that for himself, to be made to instead. louis as his maitre has permission to make him. is he the villain or the hero of this story? he's made louis the decider, and so louis is constantly torn between two versions of armand. the lover submitting his will to him, controllable, safe, to submit his own will to in return, to be looked after when he can't look after himself, or the 500 year old vampire with the power to control louis' very memories of their time together and create something without louis' permission, a maitre himself. louis doesn't know which shape armand is either, because armand refuses to tell him! armand doesn't know! so he's forever both innocent and guilty, undecided, already decided because he's refused to answer.
they enable each other to decide who they are to each other. clearly defined roles given to each other because they refuse to define it themselves. if armand doesn't decide his own shape for either of them, then louis gets to decide, and today he's deciding armand is too boring, too nothing of a person, because he is! he's made himself nothing so other people can decide, and this time it's louis who's been given that power. a power he is used to being denied, which is why louis has spent decades with him despite it, and why he can criticize him for it, and why armand wants him to! because then he has a shape now, bestowed upon him, decided for him. a maker. are you asking or making me? the next day he's the love of louis life, the lover who would never threaten his daughter, who would never alter his memories unless louis asked him to, made him. which armand will he stay with today, which will he choose; to ask armand or make him?
he could do it forever, and armand would let him, and he would let armand, round and round, loving to hate each other <3 it's why louis has stayed with someone who makes him second guess both himself and them all the time. vampires have all of eternity. but they're falling apart, now, during a simple interview! ask enough questions and it starts to fall apart, because the definition of an interview is scrutiny. like all art, scrutinizing it like it's a painting on the wall, asking it what it's supposed to depict. armand has made an exhibit of himself. they are making daniel the maker of each other, now, the decider of what kind of people they are, alone and with each other, because they haven't given daniel any real shapes to work with! he refuses to take them at their word because he sees through the game they're playing with each other. he's their maker as he defines their shapes on the pages. this, too, feels something like love to armand. this is what makes daniel so fascinating, because armand doesn't know this time he's the one deciding. he's making daniel interesting by asking the question! and daniel is doing it right back every single time he second guesses armand, scrutinizes his statements, forces him to explain himself, to answer his questions point blank, yes or no. he is asking armand to make himself, and armand is once again asking right back if he's being asked to or made to. asking both daniel and louis by giving them both a reason to doubt he is who he appears to be as they try to dictate his shape to paper.
being judged feels a lot like being loved when you don't know who you are. i would argue this feels something like love to louis, too. this is what interview with the vampire is all about! mr main character who's given the dark gift right after confession in a church, mr main character who is constantly asked if he hates his lovers as much as he loves them, if he's telling the truth or a lie, mr main character whose entire conflict is that he must first loathe his nature to accept his nature, he must hate himself in order to be himself, loathe the power of vampires in order to allow himself the power of being one. maybe the closest thing to god you can be is forgiven. is this thing on?
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Charlie Cox experience at Philly Fan Expo 2023
So LET”S TALK ABOUT ME MEETING CHARLIE. I’m actually going to make two posts - this one just about my experiences with Charlie, because they were incredibly meaningful and deserve their own post, and then another one about the rest of the con!
I’m going to talk about Charlie first, because of how amazing the experience was, one of the best I’ve had, especially at the autograph table. I’ve done photos, gotten autographs and such before from other celebs - from niche voice actors I loved to people like David Tennant - but this felt Really Really Big. Obviously, I was nervous as all hell because holy shit Charlie Cox, my favorite actor whose work altered the course of my life. I won’t lie - I’d been practicing what to say to him in case I freaked out, but I’m happy to say that everyone who reassured me it would go great, because he was so, so genuine and kind, were right.
The photo op happened first (and thank you to everyone on tumblr guiding me where to go, cause I was LOST about where that was happening), and that went fast. By that point in the con hall, I’d already ditched my Jessica Jones jacket and gloves cause holy shit it’s hot and I am a creature of snow and ice, and my hair was a mess, but honestly I didn’t care, cause there he is. You don’t get long, but he made the most of it and he was SO sweet. Ya’ll, he asked my name, said my name as he shook my hand, and called me ‘my dear’ in that beautiful voice.
I was literally on the moon, but it was time for the big question:
Will he hold the red thread from TRT?
So in a quiet, nervous, soft author voice, I asked, ‘would you be ok with holding this end of the thread?’
HE FUCKING DID.
HE HELD IT.
HE HELD. THE. RED. THREAD.
I’m fairly certain he doesn’t know about the fic at this point - he wasn’t sure where to hold it until I told him, but he loved that it lit up! AND THEN HE PUT HIS ARM AROUND ME AND I GOT TO PUT MY ARM AROUND HIM BACK.
I’m fairly certain I’m dead in the photo. My soul had left my body. I had ascended. I saw Jesus and he looked like Charlie. I had achieved fic author heights never imagined. My brain filled with enough serotonin and dopamine to sink a ship. I didn’t care that I was hot and sweaty or that my hair was messy or that my cosplay didn’t work out like I’d planned. I had been blessed.
also look at that forearm holy shit
I floated outta that gd room ya’ll. I’m pretty sure @wonderlandmind4 did the same. WE FROLICKED OUT OF THAT HALL LIKE
But things got even better at the autograph table, and I had one of the most touching experiences ever.
not me tearing up thinking about it.
That line was long, but I kept getting glimpses of him and I could already tell he was enjoying interacting with people, and he was making sure everyone got their bit of time with him instead of letting anyone rush people through. He was so happy looking, laughing and grinning, high fives and fist bumps for kids, chatting with fans. Which made me feel a little more confident.
I know some people wondered if I’d tell him about TRT, and I’d already decided I wasn’t going to. Instead, I really, really wanted just a second to tell him what his work as Daredevil had meant for me, as someone who became disabled around the same time Matt did as a kid, and who related to... a lot of what Matt went through in the show. I’d practiced it over and over again, and there was only a fifty percent chance I wouldn’t start crying while telling him, and I wasn’t even sure I’d have time to tell him depending on how much time we had.
He made time.
I got up to him with my art print holy shit he’s even more beautiful in person and his eyes are STUNNING. He said hi, and asked my name so he could personalize the autograph if I wanted (DUH, YES PLEASE), and he apologized about the line after we shook hands. I jokingly told him it was fine since I’d driven hours to get here. A little time in line wasn’t a bother. He even loved one of the buttons on my lanyard - the button of Matt wearing a heart crown specifically! And as he was writing, I knew this was my chance to tell him. He was still signing, so I just decided to go for it in case I ran out of time.
“I just wanted to tell you,” I said quietly, “as someone who became disabled as a kid around the same age as Matt did—”
And then he did something I didn’t expect, something I’d rarely seen anyone do, famous or not, and something I’d never had an actor or artist do for me.
He immediately set down the pen, leaned in close over the table, and made direct eye contact, while giving me the most genuine, gentle, encouraging smile I’d ever seen.
In that moment, I knew everything in him was listening, that he cared about what I was about to say and recognized that this was important to me, and that he’d closed the distance to make this conversation just... us. It felt personal in a way I’ve never experienced at a con or signing.
Just like that, I wasn’t afraid to tell him what I’d wanted to.
“And as someone who related to... a lot of what Matt went through, his struggles in the show, and especially the dark parts of season 3,” I said, more confidently now, “I wanted you to know that all the work you put in, the way you played it, the way you played Matt and treated it seriously, seeing that helped me process and heal from a lot of my own trauma and pain over what I’ve gone through with my illnesses. What you did was important and it really helped me. So I wanted you to know that, how much that meant to me, and to say thank you.”
The whole time I spoke to him, he kept direct eye contact, and didn’t look away once. He didn’t get antsy, or look like he wanted me to hurry up (which I’d have understood, cause damn, these are long days for him). He listened, fully engaged and leaning in, his eyes warm and soft and kind but incredibly serious. I’m not sure how often he’s been told something like this—a lot, I expect; his portrayal was just that good, and I know it was important to a lot of fans—but what I was trying to tell him clearly meant something to him. I felt heard, seen, and understood.
Charlie really does care about his fans. It isn’t an act. I’m sure of it now.
“Thank you, truly,” he said, just as quietly but with that honest smile, eye crinkles and all, and seeing it in person, that close up, I swear the room felt ten times brighter. “Thank you for coming to tell me that. It means a lot, the idea that something I did meant so much and that it could help you. I’m so grateful that you were able to come visit and tell me.”
We shook hands after that. He wished me a good day and I told him thank you again, and that was that. The interaction only lasted maybe a minute, but it meant the absolute world to me, as did what he’s done as Daredevil. And now he knows that.
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