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zilphaxdelaney · 6 years
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This blog is dead but I cant delete it because I dunno. ....I'm still not sure. I still like sharing taboo, and the show is still on my mind. But I'm not sure how I feel about it, or if I want to watch season 2 if it happens. I love Oona and Zilpha. I dont believe shes gone from the show. Especially because she wasnt even in the finale of season1. Her death was mostly off screen, but she was such a major story line in season one, that it just doesnt make sense to me. And it makes me feel like we truly didnt see the last of her. I have a weird feeling that she will show up in the finale episode of season 2 and surprise James and us fans.
I'm just not sure how to continue this blog. If I should. If I should still watch.....I'm just hmmm.
Maybe I should rewatch season 1 and thatll help me judge.
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zilphaxdelaney · 6 years
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One thing Africa did not cure… Is that I still love you…
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zilphaxdelaney · 6 years
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O rose, thou art sick
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
In the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
William Blake - Songs Of Experience.
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zilphaxdelaney · 6 years
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Is That Your Brother?
Why, yes, yes I do believe it is my brother, Thoyt.
Well, he was always was a drama queen. Flouncing down the aisle of the church at our father’s funeral like the bride of death in his silly hat and coat. He used to burst into the dining room like that when he was a boy too. Door banging off the wall, fists thumping on the table, making the crockery jump and rattle and Brace fuss like an old woman; and why? Zilpha got more pudding than me. Who has all the pudding now, James? Who always really had all the pudding?
Yes, I might have gasped when I saw him, shouldering his way to the front of the church, enjoying the ooohs and ahhhs, but I know that my brother is an illusionist. Just the same as me: a facade. Except he has the privilege of being able to move freely throughout society, despite his protestations that we all make him sick, we are a disease, it’s all so false. He’s been saying that since he was 12, and it wasn’t his mad mother that planted that particular seed, it was our bloody father.
While he is master of his own destiny, I sit and seethe at my embroidery frame, trussed up in my corset, as Thorne witters on constantly about money, money, money and James Delaney. His only topic of conversation, and it is on the edge of my tongue, always: “Perhaps, dear husband, you should work this obsession out with my brother”. It would earn me a crack on the face but, oh worth it. Worth the iron tang of blood in my mouth, a loosened tooth or two. Thorne does not hold back, much like my brother in many ways. A freedom of the body as well as the soul. Not that any of that liberty extends to me. A bird in a gilded cage.
When he muttered his incantations over our father’s coffin, flicking his fancy dust into the grave, like a ladies powder puff, (a grave which was dug to exactly the right depth), I’d have been forgiven from stifling a laugh. What was this but another game of dress-up, just as he liked to play when we were children, only it was our father’s old clothes he would parade around in, not the outfit of a demon. Not that there is much difference.
There is no offer of freedom from you, dear brother. Not really. You think you open the door of my cage so I can hop out, a tame little canary onto your finger, but all you really bring me is another cage, woven by you from myths, half-truths, from those dark, oh so mysterious places you went to. A fretwork of your desire, which is to say, no desire at all, just a need to consume.
So you will forgive me if I do not welcome you back, brother. Perhaps you should have stayed adrift after all. All of us Delaneys are lost and you could have had the courtesy for it to remain literal as well as figurative.
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zilphaxdelaney · 6 years
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What kind of rational man believes in justice?
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zilphaxdelaney · 7 years
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May or may not turn this into a shadowhunters blog because I can never escape my obsessions.
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zilphaxdelaney · 7 years
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I am a very dangerous man to know.
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zilphaxdelaney · 7 years
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Is taboo coming back soon because I'm drunk and thinking about James and Zilpha.
Ugh.
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zilphaxdelaney · 7 years
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- and i can’t stand to have you this close to me.
- well, that is a shame, isn’t it? because i will always be this close to you…won’t i?
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zilphaxdelaney · 7 years
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I'm still fucking haunted by taboo and Zilpha and it's been months but I think this show made me crazy.
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zilphaxdelaney · 7 years
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Rewatching sense8 season 1 and now that season 2 happened I love Bug's entrance even more...
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zilphaxdelaney · 7 years
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What is human? An ability to reason? To imagine? To love or grieve? If so, we are more human than any human ever will be.
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zilphaxdelaney · 7 years
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I would laugh at you but you’re not well. And I can’t stand to have you this close to me.
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zilphaxdelaney · 7 years
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They work for the mercenary. The masked man.
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