lesbianwaves:

one of the many things about james flint is his rage is sacred, and by that i mean its etymology is love and its natural state is righteousness. i don’t think there’s a dark thing in himself he’s fighting to drown and that resurfaces of him despite himself, that is one of the narratives we’re sold but it clearly bears the mark of homophobia, on the contrary i think light is the permanent resident, and maybe it’s all his or maybe part of it is something thomas left or maybe thomas just mapped it and gave it shape and a name. as much as he is desperate not to be or be seen as a villain, i think he also deliberately tried to to claw at the light and make himself into that thing out of the fragments, a dark thing but an effective thing, a faceless thing but a useful thing, but despite all the ways he bends himself to have a chance against the system that broke him down, in the end like bodies are returned by the sea to shore james flint is returned by love, returned always to trying to do something good, good for himself and his love and in the name of himself because there’s no shame in that when shame was used to cut you, but also, crucially, good beyond himself and past himself