I Love How There Were (and Are -_- ) Ppl Who Interpret(ed) Stanford’s Eagerness To Sacrifice Himself

what part of Light Yagami being an attractive Japanese student that is preppy and kempt are ppl not fucking grasping? 😂 the whole thing about Light’s character is that he’s an attractive highly intelligent young man and it matters in the way that he is “attractive”, as in he’s the last person you would ever suspect of being a killer. He’s supposed to be extremely charming and seemingly approachable, which is exactly why so many people trust him with little to zero effort on their part.

it’s like.. a huge part of his character that cannot be fucked up or else he won’t be believable. He is not meant to look rugged or like some kind of loner lol. You can’t just cast any guy you personally think is hot and assume that they will work for the character 🤣 especially not a damn white guy

Light’s entire character is “how could a good boy like me possibly be Kira uwu” lol. Literally no one believes he could be aside from L because he is completely unassuming and the Chief of Police’s perfect son

“Charlie Heaton should play Light!” “Joe Keery should play Light!”

WRONG!

REN NAGASE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ 🔥🔥🔥🔥

The two types of Humanity majors:

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Either way both their science major friends died

im too lazy to find the image but i feel like that tiktok screenshot of someone pouring a shot and saying "i wasn't gonna drink tonight but man... im missing ___ like a mf" and i really feel like this about stanford pines i miss him

do people care about stanford like i do i miss him it is 3 am and i am not immune to sitting up in my bed right now and analyzing his character once again because i love his writing that much he makes me sick

the fact that hyde is short because jekyll didnt let him grow. that hyde is rail-thin and underdeveloped because jekyll never fed him. that hyde is unhealthily pale because jekyll never allowed for him to see the light.

jekyll spent all of his life shunning a side of himself that had he let it develop naturally would have become fully part of him. but he didn't because as an upper class man without a nobility background, it's his reputation what keeps him at the top.

what happens when you lock a part of yourself up, forever in darkness?

the darkness won't let you see how ugly it has gotten.

hyde is an entire lifetime's worth of all the evil jekyll could have gotten away with. the desires he has to keep locked. all the things he's done and later recalled in shame, like a vicious circle. hyde is this vicious circle, once again, only this time jekyll doesnt need to cover up after himself, because who could ever trace a straight line from the gentleman scientist to the monstrous gentleman?

and so, precisely because jekyll wants to live this contradictory life, he suffers a contratictory fate. he gets further and further away from humanity, but at the same time, he comes to embody that humanity in the most twisted ways. so, then, is hyde more or less human than he ever was?

does it matter? hyde is jekyll, anyway.

no wonder he was so hungry; he had been starving himself.

Still thinking about the night Utterson broke down the door/read the letters. To me it was all within the same 24 hours.

I’ve seen the idea here and there that Utterson read the letters there in Jekyll’s cabinet and then could look at Hyde’s body with realization and grief. However, I think it much more likely that he didn’t read Jekyll’s statement until at least a couple hours later, when he was at home alone. This would’ve been after searching for Jekyll or signs of where his body could be, notifying the police, telling them his statement (which includes however long they kept him hanging around before and after that), and going home and possibly processing this weird and distressing night for a bit.

While I definitely feel the appeal of wanting Utterson to have his closure to Jekyll by observing Hyde’s body with the knowledge, it’s so much more sad to think that he’s not going to get that chance. If there was a funeral for Jekyll (there probably was), it was with his body absent, because it was never found (unless there wasn’t a service because he would’ve been presumed missing).

By the time he’d read both letters, Hyde’s (Jekyll’s) body would’ve been in custody, waiting for autopsy, if not already begun. So then … what’s Utterson supposed to do? Tell people that’s actually Jekyll’s body? His friend since his youth whom he held dear to his heart and who deserves a proper burial and service? … No. He can’t do that. He’d be taken for having gone mad. Unless he showed the letters as proof.

But then, if they are believed, Jekyll’s reputation would be completely ruined. You know what people are like when someone they like/respect turns out to be a horrible person. And in a society when everyone puts on the facade in public … it would also haunt Utterson more out loud rather than just in his thoughts, and that’s horrible enough without making his everyday life worse.

No. There’s no saving Jekyll’s body. He died as Hyde and he can’t be recovered. His body will be subjected to whatever treatment the bodies of criminals were subjected to. And Utterson will likely keep quiet.

If there was a funeral service for Jekyll and Utterson went, he’d be surrounded by people who would know so little of the truth about the man they would be singing the praises of. And Utterson would have to be quiet and bear through it.

The main person he would’ve talked to about all this is already dead. From learning the truth firsthand. Anyone else he talks to would compromise Jekyll’s memory. What would finding out the truth do to Poole? Could Enfield keep his mouth shut? … Dare Utterson risk finding out?

I think he’d just keep it secret, keep it safe. If he did carry on through life, he’d be doing it with a new layer to the facade he already wore daily. He’d have to carry on, hear the platitudes—“Terribly sorry for your loss.” “Fine man, that Dr. Jekyll.” “London is all the poorer now.” “Good man, good man.” “How’ve you been holding up?”—and try to roll with it. Holding all that knowledge and emotion behind the facade. Confiding in no one.

Like his friend.

not over the fact that Jekyll only cries after having committed bloody murder but straight up dissociates after having traumatized Lanyon…

“This then, is the last time, short of a miracle that Henry Jekyll can think his own thoughts or see his own face (now how sadly altered!) in the glass" “ He went down to the cellar to fetch a bottle of his favorite burgundy, uncorked it in the kitchen, and suddenly cried out to his wife: what’s the matter with me, what is this strangeness, has my face changed? - and fell on the floor. A blood vessel has burst in his brain and it was all over in a couple of hours. What, has my face changed? There is a curious thematically link between this last episode in Stevenosn’s life and the fateful transformations in his most wonderful book.”

— The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson/ The death of Robert Louis Stevenson described in a foreword by Vladimir Nabokov

one of my favourite aspects of jekyll & hyde is the state of the room when utterson and poole have broken down the door. it's the incongruous tidiness, the peacefulness and cosiness of the room despite the fact that - as we learn - jekyll/hyde has spent all his final days in there weeping, pacing, knowing himself to be all but doomed. it's almost like another element of the horror - it would make sense and would match utterson's expectations if it were in greater disarray (broken glass, etc) but instead we get the implication that if it was the end, at least jekyll/hyde decided it would be with dignity, with the kinds of final comforts he was so accustomed to. utterson's very first impression when he comes into the room is how pleasant and neat it is, and only then he sees the body. all that normalcy and in the middle of the room, the dead body. im losing my mind a little bit

“Stevenson’s story is one which chronicles Jekyll’s self inflicted and protracted destruction of his body and mind in an attempt to rid his life of internal conflict.” Pg 235

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Here’s to ten years of weird!

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken.”  — C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves