I’m stuck on ash being catatonic, bleeding from the nose, profusely, repeating “there was a white flash…and then was falling” “there was a white flash…and then I was falling” over and over, stuck, looping, again and again
how fucking scary it was for those outside. worried, concerned, chet fearne and orym aren’t sure if to stop it. blood dripping steadily down their chin, getting in their mouth as they repeat themself and repeat themself. eyes focused in the distance. determined and just lost in this one memory. the worst memory. like what do u do? what do u do???
yes I am well aware that so many televangelist shows were designed to emotionally manipulate their viewers bUT WHEN TAMMY FAYE BAKKER SINGS, THAT IS THE CLOSEST SHIT I’VE EVER HAD TO A RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE.
apparently in other s2 scenes (whatever was filmed immediately post tuco beating jesse’s ass in grilled) they literally had to obscure aaron’s face with lighting tricks & makeup because it was so puffy on one side from his concussion 😭 and also had to make the peekaboo scene where he gets hit over the head really fucking dark bc they didn’t want to even mimic giving him a head injury that soon
in all these fics im reading ashton is always sleeping around. and like. no harm no foul but. they’ve specifically stated a few times now that it’s been a long time since they’d been intimate w someone. Just- idk like. hes a lonely gruff asshole with a heart of gold and he’s touch-averse.
he’s hot. he’s punk. he’s cool. he’s also constantly in fucking pain and contact makes it worse— he’s not fucking anyone
i think we get lost in the stereotype sometimes is all.