Be thankful I use my powers for good.
(grenadine, I can't even remember if you watch this. If the answer is no, please know that when Ashes to Ashes is done with us, I am going after you hardcore re: this. JUST SO YOU CAN PREPARE YOURSELF. I HAVE MATERIALS.)
HAHA YOU GUYS. So I came home from work, took drugs, slept for four hours, and now that I can breathe properly again (\o/ this), I'm writing those lovely prompts you left. BUT HAHA GUESS WHAT I AM STILL GOING TO DO. THAT'S RIGHT. IT'S HARRY AND RUTH TIME, RANDOMLY, BECAUSE, LIKE. I don't know. The calm before the Bones storm? Whatever.
(YOU KNOW WHAT'S REALLY GREAT? UPLOADING THINGS AND THEN FORGETTING YOU DID.)
I love that it's Ruth's ex-boyfriend, and they never make too big a deal of it. I love that we never know what's actually threatening about The Book, not specifically, just that its very existence scares the living shit of everyone and it's a study in the power of paranoia and suspicion. (Fuck. The shoot-out is gorgeous.) AND HERE, OMG, I love that Harry is BEYOND intrigued at the idea of Ruth calling him late at night. I love Ruth wordlessly being in the second half of this scene, yet still managing to anticipate the exact moment in the story when Harry is going to want some whiskey (SO SHE GETS HIM A GLASS).
SHE CALLS HER SPOOKY BOYFRIEND TO DEAL WITH THE PROBLEM OF HER TABLOID EX-BOYFRIEND. BASICALLY.
You guys. Why am I still like this?! It's embarrassing, frankly.
HAHA YOU GUYS. So I came home from work, took drugs, slept for four hours, and now that I can breathe properly again (\o/ this), I'm writing those lovely prompts you left. BUT HAHA GUESS WHAT I AM STILL GOING TO DO. THAT'S RIGHT. IT'S HARRY AND RUTH TIME, RANDOMLY, BECAUSE, LIKE. I don't know. The calm before the Bones storm? Whatever.
(YOU KNOW WHAT'S REALLY GREAT? UPLOADING THINGS AND THEN FORGETTING YOU DID.)
Click to viewI love that it's Ruth's ex-boyfriend, and they never make too big a deal of it. I love that we never know what's actually threatening about The Book, not specifically, just that its very existence scares the living shit of everyone and it's a study in the power of paranoia and suspicion. (Fuck. The shoot-out is gorgeous.) AND HERE, OMG, I love that Harry is BEYOND intrigued at the idea of Ruth calling him late at night. I love Ruth wordlessly being in the second half of this scene, yet still managing to anticipate the exact moment in the story when Harry is going to want some whiskey (SO SHE GETS HIM A GLASS).
SHE CALLS HER SPOOKY BOYFRIEND TO DEAL WITH THE PROBLEM OF HER TABLOID EX-BOYFRIEND. BASICALLY.
You guys. Why am I still like this?! It's embarrassing, frankly.