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you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.
Post-grad life is weird.
Went on a hike after going to happy hour with my mom after who’s recently become interested in writing—normal enough. She knows I enjoy creative writing as a side hobby. She asks where I get my ideas and if I’d ever think of publishing them.
Tipsy me then tries to delicately explain to my 60-year-old mother that I legally can’t publish because most of my writing is fanfiction.
I know people like to clown on aspects of classic Disney films that don't feel grounded in reality. But I've worked both front and back of house in restaurants of varying quality. And if I found out our line cook or something served a full plate of spaghetti to two dogs in an alley, I would consider that like. Like not good. But possible.
You want to know where the line cook is? Oh yeah, he's in the alley serving some dogs a plate of spaghetti. No, I don't think he's coming back soon. He says the dogs are on a date and he's really set on making sure it goes well.
I know you're slammed. I know it's the dinner rush. Gonna be honest here, if we don't let him try and make dogs fall in love he's going back to black market Adderall guaranteed. At least this way it's like. Debatably more food safe. Assuming he washes his hands.
How it feels logging onto Tumblr to read fics after joining a new fandom
The sad little man just wants to be a dad
begging the internet not to let the absolutism of tiktok and woke culture detract from the nuance of this story. yes, joel is selfish. no, he’s not evil. no, he didn’t have a choice. especially with what the show gave us, we now know if he had lost Ellie he would have picked up the gun again and this time he would not have flinched. yes, the fireflies were trying to do a good thing. yes, they were wrong in how they did it. marlene was a terrible selfish person for using Ellie’s trauma against her to try and make herself feel better for sacrificing a child to save humanity. she was also doing what she believed she needed to do for the greater good. there is not one single thing in this story that is black and white. joel did a terrible thing for a very human reason. that’s the point: people can be as good or as bad as you want, but in the end it doesn’t matter once the choice comes down to the person you love versus the rest of the world. that will never be a choice made with logic and reason. if it was, we wouldn’t be human
That fucking hospital scene…that is a sequence that I’m glad it didn’t feel like playing the game. Instead, I felt like I wasn’t breathing the entire time. That was one of the most effective sequences of television I’ve ever seen, from the acting to the emphasis on the brutality.
The way Joel seemed to be walking through a dream…that’s the part that hit the hardest. We as the audience were hyperaware of his actions, while he was barely there at all—Sarah and his grief and Ellie were the only things on his mind.
Neil Druckmann really wrote a story that turned a mirror on humanity, and my god am I thankful for both the game and this adaptation.
Yeah so in episode 5, when Henry shoots Sam and you can see in Joel’s eyes that he knows exactly what Henry is going to do next…
That scene hurts a whole lot more now that we know Joel tried to do the same thing after Sarah died.
marlene told joel that she was the only person who could understand how he felt (about sacrificing ellie) but she didn’t. bc marlene didn’t think of her as a daughter. she loved ellie’s mom, not ellie. she put ellie into a fedra orphanage (a group she was actively fighting against) and only cared/interacted with her when she was useful to the firefly agenda —14 years later. marlene had doubts about saving baby ellie in the first place. she rationalized killing ellie (and taking ellie’s autonomy away by denying her the choice) by saying she would get killed or raped or meet some other terrible fate, so why not end her life now? save her from all that? maybe she loved the idea of ellie, the association to the person she actually loved, but joel loved ELLIE. he spent every waking moment with her for months. protected her for months. saw her as his one and only purpose to live. marlene couldn’t understand that, or else she couldn’t have put ellie on that operating table
i’ll be a joel miller defender till the day I die. time didn’t heal any wounds at all, but ellie did. ellie and her puns and her determination and tenacity and the way she laughs and the way she said i’ll keep you alive if it’s the last thing i do. she saved him. she drew him out of the dark kicking and screaming until he could feel sunlight on his face again. he saved his whole world, consequences be damned. what does it matter if the world goes back to the way it was if she’s not in it? now he can teach her to play guitar, and they can play boggle, and it won’t all be for nothing because his heart isn’t buried under twenty years of regret anymore. and he owes all of that to his love for her.
marlene in the hospital: I can tell him what we’re doing to Ellie, he won’t care, he’s god’s perfect killing machine god’s perfect killing machine who has learned to love again:Â
The juxtaposition between joel point blank shooting an entire hospital full of Fireflies in cold blood, but then telling the nurse to put a bandage on the tiny little spot on Ellies arm caused by the needle. Its barely even a scratch, and Ellie has definitely had worse, but thats his little girl and he cares about every little hair on her head. He cares so much.
my spec script for a letterkenny cold open
[Wayne standing outside barn]
WAYNE: Your good buddy came back from the city the other day...
[cut to produce stand]
KATY: Dary, you better tuck in that bottom lip before a bird comes by and poops on it.
DAN: Yeah Daryls, yer lookin a little perturbeds over there.
DARY: It’s just... I seen something when I was in the city.
WAYNE: Probably another brunch bistro, fuckin’ citiots.
KATY: $15 for a sandwich. Pull your finger outta your ass.
WAYNE: That’s what I said, I said pull your finger outta yer ass.
DAN: So what’s the rumpus, Grumpus?
DARY: One night I ended up at a club with Dan’s second cousint.
KATY: Who, Garrett?
DAN: No, Jarrett.
DARY: And on the dance floor at this club, we seen this quirked-up white boy.
[Wayne sits up in his chair]
WAYNE: Quirked-up... white boy?
DARY: Quirked-up white boy.
DAN: You means like a skid?
KATY: More like a methed-up white boy.
WAYNE: Quirked up... white boy.
DARY: White boy was quirked up.
DAN: Quirks Bentley?
KATY: The Quirks of Being a Wallflower.
WAYNE: Was he quirkin’ hard or... hardly quirkin’?
DARY: Oh, he was quirkin’ 9 to 5.
DAN: Probably wearings his Quirkenstocks.
KATY: No need for a knee-quirk reaction.
DAN: No swags though, that’s for sure.
WAYNE: Oh, there's no way he had any swag, there’s no GODdamn way.
KATY: No swag on a quirked up white boy.
DARY: He had a little bit of swag.
KATY: Just a drill bit?
DARY: Just a horse bit.
DAN: Now Daryls, we all seen a quirked-up white boy with a TimBits of swag from time to times.
DARY: I know, but... it’s almost not worth thinkin’ about.
WAYNE: Get this guy a fuckin’ Puppers.
KATY: I shoulda packed a lunch for this.
DAN: Out with it, Dary.
DARY: My point is, he was busting it down sexual style.
[Wayne sits up again]
WAYNE: Busting it down... sexual style?
DARY: This quirked up white boy, with just bits and bites of swag, was busting it down sexual style.
DAN: How was it sexual styles?
DARY: I can’t really describe it. You know it when you see it.
KATY: Can confirm.
WAYNE: Katy...
KATY: I’m just saying, when you see a white boy bust it down, you can tell if it’s sexual style.
DAN: Y’know, Miss Katys, Professor Tricia says—
KATY: Withdrawn.
WAYNE: ...sexual style.
DARY: It was definitely sexual style.
WAYNE: OK Dary. Dary, OK. So you’re saying... this was a quirked-up white boy... with 16-bit of swag... busting it down... sexual style.
DARY: Quirked-up white boy, with a mosquito bit of swag, busting it down sexual style.
DAN: Can’t say I see a problems here.
KATY: Figure it out.
WAYNE: That’s what I said, I said figger it out.
DARY: I AM trying to figure it out! And what I’m trying to figure out is...
KATY: Tick tock.
DARY: ...is he goated with the sauce?
[Everyone sits up]
WAYNE: Goated... with the sauce.
DAN: Goateds with the sauce?
DARY: Goated with the sauce.
KATY: A quirked-up white boy… with a Ritz Bit of swag… busting it down sexual style… and you want to know if he’s goated with the sauce?
DARY: Almost not worth thinkin’ about.
WAYNE: Get this guy a fuckin’ Puppers.
DAN: Well, Daryls, given the evidence as laid out befores us... It seems fair to assumes he’s goated with the marinaras.
KATY: Goated with the Cholula.
DARY: So he’s goated with the chimichurri?
WAYNE: Goated with the Mae Ploy.
DAN: Low-sodium soys.
KATY: Rick and Morty Szechuan.
WAYNE: Goat-chujang.
DARY: Quirked-up white boy is goated!
KATY: Wonder if he’s single.
DAN: That’s goated if I ever seent it.
[cut back to Wayne in front of the barn]
WAYNE: ...with the sauce.
[theme song plays]
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