Finally watched last week's ep!
w00t w00t
I just want to watch Samantha Smith for hours and hours and hours. So goddamn adorable, and whoa hey, she can act! She can aaaaaaaact!
You have no idea how much it's cramping my style that Wee Tiny Ryan turned out to be a Jefferson Starship. I was already coming up with my pitch for the spin-off series, Broyay: The Next Generation. Which perhaps should be abbreviated B\o/:TNG. They were the sweetest little mini-Sam-and-Dean, which unfortunately for them kind of means "schmoopsily adorable with each other but also the survivors of enough trauma to send them into a feedback loop of dysfunction and suffering for the rest of their lives."
I love ittttttttttttt.
The visual effects for Eve's death were A+++
Spooky Cas in the diner with the Jukebox o' Ironic Horror (a fine upstanding trope that is a pillar of the trope community) was pretty gangster.
I think I'm still in the Big Bang First Draft recovery ward: they haven't weened me off the morphine yet, but once they do I can start editing, oh god physical therapy and I can slowly regain my ability to write without weeping quietly from exhaustion function normally.
Also upcoming: help_japan fic for the lovely swan_bite!
Also, an exact transcript of my internal monologue these days: DOCTOR WHO DOCTOR WHO DOCTOR WHO.
I just want to watch Samantha Smith for hours and hours and hours. So goddamn adorable, and whoa hey, she can act! She can aaaaaaaact!
You have no idea how much it's cramping my style that Wee Tiny Ryan turned out to be a Jefferson Starship. I was already coming up with my pitch for the spin-off series, Broyay: The Next Generation. Which perhaps should be abbreviated B\o/:TNG. They were the sweetest little mini-Sam-and-Dean, which unfortunately for them kind of means "schmoopsily adorable with each other but also the survivors of enough trauma to send them into a feedback loop of dysfunction and suffering for the rest of their lives."
I love ittttttttttttt.
The visual effects for Eve's death were A+++
Spooky Cas in the diner with the Jukebox o' Ironic Horror (a fine upstanding trope that is a pillar of the trope community) was pretty gangster.
I think I'm still in the Big Bang First Draft recovery ward: they haven't weened me off the morphine yet, but once they do I can start editing, oh god physical therapy and I can slowly regain my ability to write without weeping quietly from exhaustion function normally.
Also upcoming: help_japan fic for the lovely swan_bite!
Also, an exact transcript of my internal monologue these days: DOCTOR WHO DOCTOR WHO DOCTOR WHO.