#(rambles incoherently)

[1cantwrite]

Sooo… anyone notice how we‘re getting Pilot Alastor back?

The „I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment - Only to repeatedly trip, and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure!“ one? Bc that’s what Vox is doing, isn‘t he? Attempting an impossible endeavour?

Alastor is finally having fun again.

[applysome]

I saw Miles Kane last night. With my own two eyes (and ears obviously). I have so many thoughts, none of them remotely coherent except for this: why is this man not a global superstar?

[afantasyoffiction]

it’s actually gotten to the point where i can’t hear pink pony club without physically seeing eddie diaz dance across his living room in a pink shirt and underwear…

idk if this is what chappell roan intended, but tim minear should be taking notes

[leonsi]

average number of wips started per day: 4

average number of wips that get worked on past the day they're created: N/A

[shatteredhourglass]

my whole fatws watch experience is just

*sees sam*: oh baby. i love you. i cherish you. you are the perfect beam of sunlight to my inner cat

*sees bucky*: [redacted]

[scottstiles]

xtaketwox replied to your post: it went from fucking 4 degrees last night to 24...

I live in the desert so I feel you. Temps will swing 30 degrees (F) in either direction from morning to night and it sucks!

UGH i lived in the desert once so i know that feeling too :( it’s not quite the same tho to have 9 months of winter and 3 of summer like....at least once the sun went down in the desert there was a sense of relief and i could cuddle up with sweatshirts. apparently we’ve had more precip here this month than ever before (the rain decided to set a record) but it hasn’t been warm enough for me to drop the winter jacket more than maybe twice before today (there was a magic day in march i’ll never forget) and i’m just dealing with the fact that i can’t wear my tuque (that’s like, a winter hat) anymore and now my hair will be the bane of my existence until september.

[1cantwrite]

TADC EP 7 RAMBLING

So, like, spoilers, I guess. Also very incoherent.

I must confess: I didn‘t suspect that it was fake. I should have, with how Abel was weirdly interested in Caine‘s wellbeing and with how the pacing felt off. It was too sudden, too much, too little exposition.

Also, Abel was so human. He felt sorry for Caine. His beef with Kinger. “Make the right choice“. Two times. That intonation. Are we sure the mannequin at the end was the same one? Are we sure it won‘t come back? It could very well be an NPC - but an old one. It was too smart. Or too good. Or I‘m compensating and paranoid. Anyway.

It‘s interesting that Jax had flashbacks of a road at night. Was he in a car crash? Did he run from home? If no one is waiting for him, something happened.

Also: WHAT were those hands in Jax‘ room?!? I‘ll have nightmares. Wah. Anyone notice it resembled a child‘s bedroom? He couldn’t be that young, though, someone would have noticed.

But I‘m so glad Jax crashed out at the end.

I was very scared he‘d lose his mind and - more importantly - hope. The whole episode, he was panicky and just so lost. Like he didn‘t care anymore. Depressed = abstraction, right?

I prefer the anger. It proves there is still some kind of fighting spirit left. He hasn‘t given up.

Probably applies to the rest of the cast as well - they’ve been reminded of the real world. Of the abstractions. That it is wrong to be trapped. That they should fight it.

Hope dies last. This adventure has hopefully (heh) awakened it: They‘ve gotten a few answers, that lead to more questions. They know they need to talk to Kinger, they know they need to find out more about Caine, the Circus, the circumstances that led them there.

They need to talk about abstraction.

(I‘m actually surprised they have not talked more. Stuck and trapped, but with other people as company? How can they not care! Why don‘t they try? Yeah, they all have issues, but still.)

[scottstiles]

i’m supposed to be cleaning my apartment and getting rid of chametz and getting ready for the holiday but i can’t be fucking bothered to give a shit and it’s really just bringing me further down cuz this used to be my favorite time of year and even tho the sun is shining like it’s the first and only chance it’ll get and it’s finally 20something degrees out im still sitting on my couch trying to make myself move and do something and not continue sitting here wanting to cry. fuck. there are so many ghosts so disappointed in me right now :(