i just wanna talk for a minute about marlin’s response when dory expresses her worry that her parents won’t want to see her again, bc it’s very important to me.
rewinding way back to the very start, one of the things that really breaks my heart about the beginning of finding nemo is that marlin was expecting a big family. like, there were hundreds of eggs and he’s such a dad he was looking forward to raising every single one of them, but then he loses them all (and coral) in one fell swoop. all except for one. and that’s part of why he’s so overprotective - it’s not just because of nemo’s disability, it’s also bc he’s terrified of losing that last bit of family he has left.
so when dory asks “what if my parents don’t want to see me?” he knows the answer. he knows it personally and painfully. your parents are going to be overjoyed to see you. they’re going to have missed everything about you.
now, this is going to seem off-topic but i promise you i’m going somewhere with this: the soundtrack for finding dory is completely different from the one for finding nemo. well, almost completely different. there are a few places where music from the first movie is “reprised” in the second, mostly when they’re directly related - when marlin met dory while chasing the boat, when they’re swimming through the reef on their way to school, when they ride with the turtles. the rest of the music makes it very clear that this is dory’s story now.
however, there is one more exception - the return of the “nemo egg” theme, during the scene that this post is about. and this is the reason that this scene makes me cry: as marlin reassures dory about herself and her parents, the music that played when he discovered his one remaining child accompanies him.
because he knows. he knows exactly how jenny and charlie felt when they lost dory, and he knows exactly how they’ll feel when they get her back.
If you had disciplined him, he would resent you for it, but towards me, I don’t believe he feels resentment […] I once thought that to lead men in this world, to be liked was just as good as feared, and that may very well be true. But to be both liked and feared all at once is an entirely different state of being in which, I believe, at this moment, I exist alone.
It is natural for men new to power to assume that it has no limits. Trust me. It does.
They met in a Washington diner. It wasn’t a classy place, but then, neither of them was classy. Trip was alone at one end of the bar, picking halfheartedly at a plate of greasy fries, waiting until he was needed at the arena. At the other end of the bar sat Ig, nursing a short glass of something amber.
He didn’t know why, but Trip was interested in the guy his age drinking whiskey at 1pm on a Wednesday. What was his story? Trip slid off his stool, red vinyl creaking, and hopped up on the one next to Ig. He smiled, more of a tightening of the lips than anything, and shrugged his narrow shoulders up a fraction of an inch. He rarely talked, but he was usually understood.
I’ve slowly realized that I don’t have any tolerance anymore for people who are insistent that Harry is straight. Regardless of if they believe he has a male partner, he does not need to put any more words into it to make it abundantly clear that he likes men than he already has. It makes me sad that heteronormativity is so strong that he can put himself out there a thousand times, and the Heterosexual Harry Defence Squad still comes out. Listen to him!