Guess Who Got Csp Ex :))))))

Jekyll: He’s asked for “no olives” at the Italian restaurant again…

Utterson: Dump him.

Jekyll: Uh… actually, I was he/him-ing myself…

Utterson: Dump. Him.

Jekyll: Ummmm okay (: *dissociates*

It's so funny to me when I see people claiming that Ford fans treat Ford as if he has done nothing wrong or act like he's completely innocent cause I have never seen someone, even Ford fans/defenders, claim that. I have; however, seen people do that with Stan and Fiddleford.

Enfield said Hyde "carried on...like Satan" in the first chapter, and then the maid says he "carried on... like a madman" when he killed Carew. The way it changes connotation from "this guy isn't human" to "this guy is one of us gone wrong" at the exact time the boundaries between Jekyll and Hyde started to blur. The way that seemingly insignificant change of words completely changes the nature of what Hyde is-- from satanic spawn to regrettably human. I hate you robert louis stevenson you make being an author look easy.

Twins in a boat

(coughing and sputtering) we are so back

(+ bonus fiddauthor & Fiddleford Is Canonically The 45th President In The GF Universe edition)

He, I say—I cannot say, I. That child of Hell had nothing human; nothing lived in him but fear and hatred. 

This seems like so transparent a way for Jekyll to distance himself from his own crimes that it’s hardly worth remarking on… but it’s really interesting to note when he does it. Because it’s a cab ride. Not even the first cab ride as Hyde, when he reflects how lucky it was that Hyde’s death glare made the cabbie stop laughing because otherwise there might have been another murder done. Hell, even when he was describing the actual murder that was done! Hyde was still “I” for that!

No, the transition from first to third person comes when Hyde writes the letters, ordering Poole and begging Lanyon to get him the potion. That’s what Jekyll can’t help trying to distance himself from, flimsy and pitiful though the attempt is: not killing strangers, but what he did to Lanyon.

We as a society don’t talk about the “If I am a chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers” as often as we should

"If I am the chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers also."

— Dr. Jekyll, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

So it ends like this. Your contorted cold body is not even touched, barely grazed by disgusted eyes. Stretched out, lay on the floor, described with the words you'd use not for a human cadaver, but for the carcass of a vermin. Utterson simply inspects it close- overturns it, watches your lifeless face twitch- and after the cause of death is ruled, they look for you, the real you, the one that was loved and wanted, somewhere else.

RIP EDWARD HYDE

1883-1887

“Everybody hated him.”