The fly episode actually makes me want to weep because Jesse 1000% believes Walt has gone completely off the deep end but he’s like well okay, if killing this fly will make you feel better then that’s what we’ll do! And he goes out and he buys all the stuff they’ll need to do it. And he recognizes that Walt’s mental state is unusual and (semi)correctly identifies that it’s because Walt hasn’t slept so he’s like alright I’ll solve that too. And then he covers Walt with his own jacket and takes off Walt’s shoes and closes the door so he doesn’t wake Walt up and I just 😭😭😭
as someone who's been a big nerd for a bunch of hbo content since i was a youngin', i feel like it's just so bleak and depressing to scroll through max now and see how much vapid, stupid reality tv stuff is in this catalog. i miss hbo getting to have its own streaming service with just hbo content on there!!!
the news that the strategy is to basically cancel everything that doesn't appeal to "middle america" (i.e. diverse storytelling and honestly maybe just thoughtful scripted storytelling at this point) is not a surprise, but gosh, it's still such a gross bummer!!! blahhhhhh!!!!!
saga would fit in perfectly with the whimsy and horror of the fbc after the events of alan wake 2. she’s already technically with them after getting clearance from kiran and ahti is the world’s best reference when it comes to applying for a job at the oldest house. no one would even question her seer powers because life is already so weird when you’re at the fbc
Oh man. Now I'm imagining Rory, in the midst of her Freshman Year depression, going into the Beinecke Rare Book Library at Yale for the very first time, and having to continually repress the thought "I have to tell Jess about this!"
Because, if he hadn't left? He would have come to visit her on the weekends (22.8 miles, right?) and she would have taken him there and she would have showed him everything, knowing that he'd be just as excited about it as she was. But then he did leave, so now she can't.
I have a rat infection in my brain, only it's one rat, and his name is Rollo Flamme
Also cartoony style experiment
And Winter Bloom, because they're cute
Also I completely forgot I wrote Neige and Jess to get together AFTER Jess gets a haircut (after book 6), so the doodle makes no sense canon wise and it will annoy me for approximately one day
wasn't sure about posting this bc I don't wanna share like everything I have so far but it's fuck it friday so fuck it lol I'm too excited to keep it to myself haha - here's more of the christmas fic and the main idea behind it (I said it's gonna be mostly silly and fluffy and I promise it will be, just gotta add a little more sad while buck talks about his childhood lol)
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His eyes don’t leave the screen, while Eddie’s are glued to Buck’s face. “Well, there’s a lot of things I always wanted to do with my family on Christmas, but never got to.” his voice gets even quieter. “But there’s one thing in particular. I, uh, that’s so stupid.” he chuckles quietly, then nods to the screen, where a kid is opening a gift with a bright smile, his family surrounding him. “I wanted this.” he admits quietly, as if embarrassed. He never told Eddie much about his life growing up, but based on everything Eddie knows about his parents, he can imagine it wasn’t great. He never asked, not wanting to pry, but now Eddie wonders what Buck’s Christmas must’ve looked like, especially after Maddie moved out. He must’ve been miserable, and Eddie’s heart is breaking just at the thought.
“It’s not stupid to want a happy holiday with a loving family.” he says softly, carefully. Buck shakes his head, the red in his cheeks now visible despite the dark.
“I mean, that too, I- I never got this, and I always wished- but not just that.” another shake of his head. “I mean, the sweaters.” he mutters under his breath.
“Christmas sweaters?” Eddie asks, not sure if he heard right, just because of how quiet Buck said it.
“I know, it’s dumb. I just always imagined sitting around in matching sweaters, as a family, taking pictures, looking like we belong together, like I- like I belong.” he adds, turning his head away, so Eddie can’t see his face. Eddie reaches his hand further, touching Buck’s shoulder.
“They couldn’t give you matching Christmas sweaters?” he asks incredulously, fighting not to raise his voice.