@tczier liked for a Bill starter
"So what's next for you? Continue being the wildly successful comedian? Or were you looking to slow down for a little bit? Everything considered."
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Hey! So I've been following you since you posted a lot about good omens in 2019ish? I remember you talking about wing fics vividly, but I just want to ask:
How are you doing after season 2?
Good! I enjoyed season 2, and I look forward to seeing how things resolve in season 3.
I think there are a lot of folks upset about various things, for various reasons, a lot of which boil down to "the season didn't go how I wanted it to/thought it should go" or "the season didn't end wrapped up neatly like S1 did." Neither of which, imo, are fair judgments of a season that a) isn't that person's story and b) was meant to be a bridge not an ending. Everyone is entitled to their opinions, of course, and to their feelings, but I do wonder how many have taken honest assessment of those feelings and opinions.
In my opinion, it's unfair to claim a story is bad JUST because it didn't do what you wanted it to do. It's not a bad story just because characters didn't act how you predicted or wanted, either. Some of the responses I've seen hinge almost entirely on "but canon didn't do what fanon/I decided is best" usually with the caveat of "before I even saw the season" and that's... ignoble at best. It's fair to criticize poor storytelling, but I feel like you have to have the whole story, or most of it, to do that, and we don't have that. We're actually smack in the middle of the story, by my judgment.
This season was never meant to be The Whole Story, we have known for a long time that there is a season 3 planned (whether or not it's ever able to come to fruition is a separate issue, it has been planned since a long time ago). As such, I don't think it's fair at all to the story to be angry that the season didn't stop at a nice, neat, happily-ever-after, because this isn't the end of the story.
To quote one of my favorite authors, Peter S. Beagle: "Things must happen when it is time for them to happen. Quests may not simply be abandoned; prophecies may not be left to rot like unpicked fruit; unicorns may go unrescued for a very long time, but not forever. The happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story."
They cannot have a happy ending until they've fixed the problems, and even before the end scene there, problems abounded. The unicorns are still unrescued. It's still the middle of the story.
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FYI, if ur a fellow pred and I let you eat me, I'm going to be a weird mad scientist about it.
I'm not going down without my bag of tools. expect poking from needles as I take some blood and inject miscellaneous substances, thumping of a Taylor hammer as I watch your walls reflexively thrum and quiver.
pushing random things as far into the walls as they can go before I feel you react. feeling you shiver as cold glass scrapes the bottom of your belly, taking a few samples of acid; while im at it rubbing some cotton buds on your ruggae.
blowing up a sturdy balloon with helium either until I feel you start to writhe or I've run out of helium, popping it and delighting in getting to see how quickly you expel the air.
then, of course, the more sensory stimulatory responses need to be tested. stroking and massaging and tickling from the inside with and without my rubber gloves. trailing my fingers from the top of your belly to the bottom and back up. kissing around your sensitive upper belly while I gently rub the lower area.
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Thinking thoughts about Abuela being back and with this backstory about her being taken in by charlatans and Eddies whole catholic guilt thing and how the two things kind of play into one another as an exploration of faith and being taken in by something.
Abuela giving all her money to the tarot card readers etc because she was searching for something - for connection (with Abuelo) - trying to recapture what she had lost, and How Eddie has spoken about trying to re-find the magic he had with Shannon - how Eddie hasn't actually fully reconciled the Shannon of it all when it comes to relationships and how his Catholic guilt connects into that.
How Marisol as a physical representation of Catholicism is part of that narrative - how Eddie is entering a place where he has to chose his path - in order to move on from Shannon he needs to fully square the hole - catholic or non catholic. And how that needs to happen first - before he can begin his queer journey!
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The Shannon vs Buck situation is so insane to me. Everything that Eddie failed to do or have with Shannon he does with Buck.
"I needed a husband and a co-parent!"
It's in my will. If I die you will become Christopher's legal guardian.
"I needed someone to have my back!"
Hell yeah, you can have my back any day.
Or you know, you could have mine.
Deal.
And where Shannon is tragically not there anymore, Buck ends up being the one being there for Chris.
"I'm leaving again, I'm so sorry"
You still got me, cause I'm not going anywhere.
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If I had a nickel for every time there was a man with a fucked up face that had an almost sexual obsession with genital mutilation in the Outlast series, I’d have two nickels
Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice
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“What are you two doing? Get out of there!” snapped the blue No.2 engine. Edward tried to alert his driver of the strange men that had entered his cab by whistling, but before he could utter a single “Peep!” he felt a foreign hand flip a particular lever, one usually reserved only for emergency.
The manual override.
Edward was locked out of his own controls.
All at once, Edward found himself hurtling forwards, going faster and faster along the line against his will. “Please - the passengers! You’re going to cause an accident!”
His pleas fell on deaf ears as Knapford Station soon came into view and to Edward’s horror, the path set in front of him lead straight into the back of a stationary goods train. The engine desperately tried again and again to apply his breaks, but with the override in place doing so was futile.
“Look out!” he cried out as loud as he could, seconds before colliding into the break van in front of him. Shrapnel flew in all directions. Edward felt himself rise and fall, followed by an awful squealing pain all along his side, momentum carrying his body across the platform leaving nothing in its wake.
Luckily no one was hurt…
That’s what the children’s stories used to say, right?
Perhaps it was the brief silence as everything finally ground to a halt, that allowed Edward the false hope that maybe, just maybe, this would be like those stories.
Then there was a blood-curdling scream.
Followed by another.
And several, horrified, more.
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