griffin when prompted to do a french accent doing EXACTLY thaddeus strongpit AKA the avocado from a crown of candy's voice has me dead fr. like it's so damn similar omg. the brennan griffin parallels....
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griffin when prompted to do a french accent doing EXACTLY thaddeus strongpit AKA the avocado from a crown of candy's voice has me dead fr. like it's so damn similar omg. the brennan griffin parallels....
"he shakes his hand - 'thats wrong !' :D"
i cannot emphasise how much i love the fuckin mothman indrid my absolute beloved
Finally finished dust S2.
Short Indrid supremacy.
Okay dust season 2 fucking RIPS
relistening to TAZ Dust recently and
hey Travis I just wanna talk
personally, i think travis mcelroy, a straight man, is incapable of playing straight characters. i don’t have any evidence this is just something i feel in my bones
Dylan Mathis is a tall, lanky teenager with stubble and bright eyes who carries a grief much greater than what should be expected of him.
It’s a grief that’ll swell within him and mix with tearful rejoice when Jeremiah Blackwell materializes in front of him to tell him, smiling through ghostly tears: ‘it’ll be alright, it’s okay’ and disappear suddenly from sight to be felt instead and kiss him softly on the brow.
It’s a grief that’ll beat whitin him as a slow, swollen heart for years and years; maybe it’ll never truly disseapear but he’ll pull through - young Dylan Mathis with his loyal heart and fierce depths - and it’ll subside and leave more space for fond remembering and quiet laughs
He’ll get to hold Anne close and see his own sorrow mirrored in hers, steady himself against her and hold her steady when the night gets darker. He’ll hold in a breath when she unknowingly echoes her late husband ‘it’s okay, you’re okay’
They’ll be right. Dylan Mathis will be okay. He’ll grow as find himself laughing without being left with a bitter taste on his tongue. He’ll forgive himself, fumbling and careful though nothing needs forgiving.
He’ll love again, fall in love again, and be scared to death at first before realizing there’s nothing to fear. He’ll thrive, even if it seems far off at first.
i miss gandy dancer man. she’s so good. fuckin around with death.