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goodbyebird) wrote2025-12-17 11:54 pm
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aaaand three minutes before midnight ALSO still counts!
+ Watched Wake Up Dead Man today, and out of the three I can safely say it’s my favorite. The setting, characters, theme, all hit home for me. Honestly one I wouldn’t mind rewatching.
Reactor Mag has an excellent article up on it: Entirely Too Many Thoughts About Wake Up Dead Man.
Btw does anyone want some screengrabs to make icons from uploaded to
capshare? (Not the very best quality possible, but serviceable) If so, specific characters?
❄️ ❄️ ❄️ ❄️
Rec-cember Day 17
Gilmore Girls
They Go Just as Quickly as They Come by
petpluto (2,004 words). Richard dies. Emily goes on living.
At first, its emptiness wasn’t as pervasive. She accepted the house, and the stillness.
It hadn’t been so long. Not really. Richard had spent longer away on business trips. The house was empty, but not unfamiliarly so. But there came a time when, if Richard had been away on a business trip, he would have been back from it. And the emptiness pressed in until it is all she can see, all she can feel.
The house is empty.
She doesn’t wander the halls. She doesn’t throw herself at his portrait. She does not have a portrait made. She doesn’t shutter the windows and regress. She doesn’t dress in all black. She isn’t part of some maudlin tale, some piece of fiction Rory and Richard had once fawned over together. She is a graduate of Smith, after all. She still belongs to any number of groups, of charities and clubs and associations. She fills her days, just as she did before.
The house, though, is still empty, when she returns to it.
Reactor Mag has an excellent article up on it: Entirely Too Many Thoughts About Wake Up Dead Man.
Btw does anyone want some screengrabs to make icons from uploaded to
Rec-cember Day 17
Gilmore Girls
They Go Just as Quickly as They Come by
At first, its emptiness wasn’t as pervasive. She accepted the house, and the stillness.
It hadn’t been so long. Not really. Richard had spent longer away on business trips. The house was empty, but not unfamiliarly so. But there came a time when, if Richard had been away on a business trip, he would have been back from it. And the emptiness pressed in until it is all she can see, all she can feel.
The house is empty.
She doesn’t wander the halls. She doesn’t throw herself at his portrait. She does not have a portrait made. She doesn’t shutter the windows and regress. She doesn’t dress in all black. She isn’t part of some maudlin tale, some piece of fiction Rory and Richard had once fawned over together. She is a graduate of Smith, after all. She still belongs to any number of groups, of charities and clubs and associations. She fills her days, just as she did before.
The house, though, is still empty, when she returns to it.