#anyway yeah enjoy this dinfoyle shippers

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Hi so I have a prompt for a dinfoyle fic and I have no idea where to put it so i figured I'd put it here. If this has already been done someone please send it to me! Prompt: Dinesh and Gilfoyle are always fighting, but one day one of Gilfoyle's insults cuts too deep.

Hi anon! This is a sweet prompt and I got mildly carried away — here it is! (click here to read it on AO3)

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‘I am not,’ said Gilfoyle, ‘a poser. The things I do and say are all reflections of my true self, and of my own beliefs. Which is more than can be said for you, thus making you the real “poser” here.’

Dinesh snorted with laughter, but couldn’t resist taking the bait. ‘And what’s that supposed to mean?’

Gilfoyle folded his arms and spun around to face Dinesh. That was always a bad sign. He was smirking, too — or at least, his version of smirking, which involved an almost imperceptible twitch of the mouth, barely visible beneath his beard, and the slightest tilt of his head. To anyone who didn’t know Gilfoyle, the change in expression would have been barely noticeable; to Dinesh, it was loud and clear as a siren. A all-too-familiar siren, broadcasting all-too-familiar contempt.

‘It means,’ said Gilfoyle, ‘that you have no discernible personality or goals in life other than an obscene, all-consuming desperation to prove your worth via largely arbitrary measures handed down by society that you have unquestioningly internalised. What you are, what you do, and what you want is entirely relative — completely dependent on others and the need to feel better than them. You are the human embodiment of “keeping up with the Joneses” — or rather, the failure to do so.’

Dinesh stared. It was partly surprise at the unexpectedly long diatribe, but it was also the fact that he felt like something inside him had frozen, and he suspected that if he moved, then it would shatter and tear him apart from the inside out.

‘Oh, fuck you,’ he said finally, several seconds too late.

Gilfoyle simply shrugged and turned back to his computer. Now that — not even bothering to respond — that was a really bad sign. Dinesh could always tell when he was defeated. And so could Gilfoyle.

* * *

That evening, they went out — the whole Pied Piper team, plus Monica, who was taking them to an eye-wateringly expensive wine bar to celebrate the securing of their Series B round of funding.

Dinesh should have been happy. The venue was beautiful, somehow both elegantly understated and satisfyingly lavish at once, the bar snacks were delicious, and the alcohol was top-notch, flowing freely on someone else’s dime. Everyone was drunk, talking and laughing and having fun outside of work for the first time in ages.

Except me, he found himself thinking, partway through his latest of several glasses of wine. It wasn’t exactly a new realisation, but it was the first time he’d actually put it into words.

Everyone here is having a good time except me.

He had tried to deny it, tried to enjoy himself and act like a normal peson, had been trying all day — but the sadly unavoidable fact of the matter was that he felt like shit, and had done so ever since Gilfoyle’s character assassination earlier that morning.

Except it wasn’t really a character assassination if it was true, was it? And the more Dinesh thought about it, the less he was able to convince himself that it wasn’t. Gilfoyle’s words had echoed in his head for the rest of the day, and Dinesh had analysed each and every one in painstaking detail.

And he had concluded, unavoidably, that Gilfoyle was right. As much as he wished he could, he was simply unable to refute any of it. He was desperate to prove himself. He did constantly judge himself in relation to others. Every success, every failure, it meant nothing unless measured up against the yardstick of someone else.

A nudge to the ribs broke him out of his reverie. Dinesh blinked, turning face a very drunk Richard.

‘Hey,’ he said, eyes hooded, grin crooked, ‘hey, earth to Dinesh?’

‘What?’ Dinesh responded, too loudly and too abruptly. The rest of the table turned to look at him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Gilfoyle watching him, and tried to ignore it.

‘I was asking,’ said Richard, in a comically long-suffering tone, ‘if you wanted to get a magnum.’

Dinesh must have looked confused, because Richard rolled his eyes (since when did Richard roll his eyes at him?) and elaborated, ‘Y’know, of champagne.’

‘Oh,’ said Dinesh. ‘Um.’ He opened his mouth to answer, and instead just sighed loudly to — at — himself. The usual enthusiasm that would’ve bubbled up in him at the prospect of such extravagant indulgences was completely absent. Had — had Gilfoyle broken him?

‘You know what,’ he heard himself saying as he started to get up from his seat, ‘you guys go ahead. I’m gonna — I’m gonna go get some fresh air.’ He tried to smile, and could tell even without a mirror that it looked more like a grimace. A horrible, pathetic grimace, to match his persistently horrible, thoroughly pathetic mood.

Before the others could say anything, he lurched away from the table and, after a moment’s disorientation, headed for the courtyard.

It was an unseasonably cold night. The only other patrons outside were smokers, huddled near the doorway. Dinesh headed for the bench that was furthest away from the door, beneath a gnarled lemon tree, and sat down. He wrapped his arms around himself, wishing he’d brought his jacket. Still, there was no way he was going back inside just yet.

The answer, he decided, was ‘yes’ — Gilfoyle had broken him. Dinesh couldn’t remember when he’d last felt so miserable, and the worst part of it was that he was miserable while also being drunk. His head pounded, his limbs were heavy and clumsy, and everything felt blunt and blurred — but there was none of the buzz, none of the feeling good. In fact, he realised, the alcohol didn’t even seem to be numbing his pain. It wasn’t doing the one thing that drink was meant to reliably do. Instead, he somehow felt both numb and dreadful, the worst of both worlds. How was that possible — or, for that matter, fair?

He sighed, exhaling forcefully through gritted teeth. What’s the plan here, exactly? asked a small, judgemental voice in his head. Just gonna sit outside sulking like a child until someone comes to collect you? They’re not gonna come, they’re busy enjoying themselves. Unlike you.

God, he realised, he was still doing it. Still comparing himself to others, defining himself solely in relation to them. The thought was actually physically painful to consider.

Dinesh shifted in his seat, turning a little to face the entrance back into the bar. It really was cold outside. Maybe he should just go back in — or go home.

He was about to stand up when an all-too-familiar figure appeared in the doorway, silhouetted against the warm golden light of the bar’s interior.

Fuck. Dinesh slumped back down on the bench and shifted uneasily as Gilfoyle approached him. What does he want?

As Gilfoyle stepped into the light, Dinesh saw that he was carrying two flutes of champagne. They glinted in the light from the lamps scattered through the courtyard as he approached.

Without a word, Gilfoyle sat down on the bench beside Dinesh, and offered him one of the glasses.

Dinesh stared at it suspiciously, his gaze flicking between the champagne and Gilfoyle’s ever-impassive expression.

‘You gonna take it, or what?’ said Gilfoyle, when the silence stretched too long.

Dinesh took the glass, but didn’t take a sip. ‘What’s this for?’

Gilfoyle shrugged, so slightly that Dinesh almost missed it. ‘I thought,’ he said, in the same dry and measured tone always, ‘you might like some champagne.’

If it were anyone else, Dinesh would have been pleased. He’d have said thank you, he’d have drunk the champagne, and that would’ve been that.

But this was Gilfoyle.

‘What’s the catch?’ said Dinesh. ‘Why are you — why are you here? Was this —’ he gestured with the champagne glass, almost spilling its contents, ‘— just an excuse to come out here and mock me again?’

‘Don’t be an idiot,’ Gilfoyle responded, without missing a beat. ‘If my aim was to come out here to mock you, I wouldn’t need an excuse.’

Dinesh bristled, self-pity and misery suddenly transmogrifying into anger. ‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. He was openly glaring at Gilfoyle now, staring into those unreadable eyes and wishing that he could literally bore into them with his own. ‘Forgive me for daring to suspect that the reason you came out here was to make fun of me. It’s not like that’s ever happened before or anything. There’s never been a precedent for that kind of behaviour from you. Silly me.’

Gilfoyle didn’t respond. Dinesh seethed, still glaring. He dimly noticed that he was holding the stem of the champagne flute so tightly he might actually break it.

And then something completely unexpected happened — Gilfoyle looked away. He lowered his gaze, turning his head a little, ostensibly staring at the ground. Dinesh actually blinked in surprise, and loosened his grip on his glass to something a little more sensible.

Several seconds passed before Gilfoyle broke the silence. He raised his head but kept his gaze averted from Dinesh, instead staring straight ahead.

‘I didn’t mean it,’ he said.

‘Didn’t mean what?’ said Dinesh suspiciously.

Gilfoyle turned to face him, but didn’t meet his eyes. A second passed before he spoke. ‘What I said this morning. About you being … a poser. About how you live your life according to others, and how everything about you revolves around trying to prove —’

‘Yeah, I remember, asshole,’ Dinesh interjected sharply. ‘You don’t have to fucking repeat it.’ He shook his head in disgust. Whether the disgust was more directed at Gilfoyle or at himself, it was hard to say. ‘What’s your point?’

Gilfoyle looked up then, finally making eye contact again. ‘My point is — and I do not say this lightly — my point is, I was wrong.’ He spoke haltingly, as if saying the words were taking a not insubstantial amount of effort. ‘Those things I said about you were not … accurate. And you shouldn’t act like they are.’

Dinesh could hardly believe his ears. It felt like the world was swaying around him, and not just from drunkenness.

‘Then why did you say it?’ he said at last.

Gilfoyle raised an eyebrow, as if to say, really? You really have to ask?

‘Because I was fucking with you,’ he said finally, when it became clear that Dinesh wasn’t going to accept silence as a response. ‘I said it to fuck with you, and that’s — that’s about it.’

Dinesh let out a humourless laugh. ‘Yeah, well.’ He fidgeted with the champagne glass, staring into its bubbly contents. ‘Even if that’s true — and that’s a big if —’ he stopped, cutting himself off with a sigh before speaking again, ‘— you turned out to be right anyway.’

Gilfoyle frowned slightly. It was the most expression Dinesh had seen on his face all day. ‘I’m sorry, what?’

Dinesh sighed again. ‘Look, I don’t know why you’re pretending to be nice to me, but you can stop, okay? What you said was true, all of it. You know it, I know it, you don’t need to lie to me to try and make me feel better. Just leave me alone. And you can take this with you,’ he added, thrusting the champagne flute at him. ‘I don’t fucking want your pity gifts.’

Gilfoyle looked down at the flute, then back at Dinesh. ‘Are you fucking serious?’ He pushed Dinesh’s hand away, gently but firmly. ‘This isn’t a pity gift. It’s — it’s an olive branch, you idiot. The only pity in this situation is the self-pity that you’re currently still wallowing in. And I am willing to accept that that is, to some extent, my fault. So —’ he heaved a breath, looking around the courtyard before continuing, almost as if to check for eavesdroppers, ‘I’m sorry.’

It took Dinesh a couple of tries to find his voice. ‘You’re fucking what?’

Gilfoyle’s lips twitched. Was that a smile? It was gone too quickly for Dinesh to be sure. ‘I’m sorry,’ he repeated, ‘for what I said.’ He looked down again, clearing his throat. Dinesh had never seen him look so uncomfortable before, and even while most of him was reeling, there was a small part that whispered, relish this. It won’t happen again.

‘Trust me,’ he continued, ‘I know what I said, and I know it’s not true. Not completely, at least — maybe a bit. But,’ he added, seeing Dinesh’s eyebrows raise, ‘that’s the case for pretty much everyone on this earth, so I wouldn’t worry about it.’

Dinesh studied Gilfoyle’s expression, trying to spot the tell-tale trace of mockery, some sardonic twinkle in his eye, some sign that this was all a ruse. And maybe it was because he was too drunk, but he couldn’t find it.

‘Look,’ Gilfoyle went on, in a long-suffering though not exactly unpleasant tone, ‘if all you cared about really was just money and status and proving yourself according to society’s idea of success, do you think you would’ve stuck by Richard and Pied Piper through all the shit that we’ve been through?’ He looked Dinesh dead in the eye before continuing. ‘Do you think I’d still be tolerating your presence?’

Dinesh swallowed. The pounding in his head was much worse now, almost as bad as the ridiculous speed at which his heart was now beating. ‘Tolerating?’ he echoed, once he was sure he could speak without his voice shaking.

Gilfoyle definitely smiled then, briefly but unmistakably. ‘Voluntarily spending time with,’ he corrected. He gestured vaguely with one hand at their surroundings, as if to underline his point.

Dinesh didn’t know what to say. Part of him was still waiting for the trick, the cruel catch that was surely waiting for him. ‘You’re just saying that because you’re drunk,’ he mumbled, looking back at Gilfoyle, not quite daring to meet his eyes. As the words left his mouth, he found himself fervently wishing that he was wrong.

Gilfoyle responded by raising his glass. ‘In vino veritas,’ he said.

Dinesh followed suit, more out of reflexive habit than anything else — he was still, simply put, in shock.

Gilfoyle clinked their glasses together. ‘In wine, there is truth,’ he translated, and brought the glass to his lips.

Dinesh did the same. As he savoured the sensation of bubbles dancing on his tongue, it occurred to him that he couldn’t remember the last time that champagne had never tasted quite so sweet.

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silicon valley grand finale recap: 6.07

everything under the cut, complete with spoilers :)

okay alec berg

okay

okay

you won me over as i suspected and hoped and wanted you to but i dared not hope too much because of what a clusterfuck 6.06 was in my opinion

i had low expectations as a defence mechanism

but i’ve just watched this magnificent 45-minute farewell behemoth of an episode and you know what? FINE. 

FINE

IT WAS REALLY REALLY GOOD and it’s good enough that i’m now slightly less mad about 6.06 because you know what OKAY the dumbass rushed-execution plotline about the AI — yeah okay now that the finale’s out, OKAY, YES, it was WORTH the russfest deus ex machina fucker to get THIS. 

a really good finale that i’m. HAPPY WITH.

i FELT THE EMOTIONS when i was meant to feel them! it resonated! it was brilliant!

oh man

i don’t know if i have too much to say because i’m just quite happy with it and now that the whole thing’s over, i no longer have the suspense? but okay let’s see

so firstly i woke up to a DM from some fucker (someone i’d intermittently chatted SV with on instagram after they reached out to me; someone who, prior to this, i would not have called a fucker) and all i saw were the notifications reading something like ‘have you seen the episode’ and ‘heartbreaking’ and i swear to god i was fucking livid because, like, i recognise that that’s not a spoiler DETAIL about PLOT per se but i’m one of those freaks who, when i really like something, i don’t want to know fucking ANYTHING! including the emotional reaction anyone has to it because then!! then!!!! i fucking start thinking about what happened! it’s giving me some kind of information that i previously did not have and which i did not want to have because i DO NOT WANT my experience coloured by other people’s reviews! because they give away SOMETHING

(if you were doubting the veracity of me relating to richard the most out of the characters. behold this petty rage and tell me i’m wrong)

(also i KNOW it could’ve just been saying ‘the show’s over now and that’s heartbreaking’ but the point is I DON’T KNOW THAT RIGHT because you only get a truncated view in notifications and it’s not like i’m gonna open the fucking chat to CHECK if it’s ACTUALLY A SPOILER at the risk of viewing S P O I L E R S)

(they don’t call me the richard hendricks bitch for nothing, that moniker has a new dimension now)

yeah so i blocked this guy (and then sent him a technically polite and civil but otherwise really fucking pissy DM in response after i’d watched the episode) and then went about my day

i had a good day, which was good. gotta be in the right mood to consume the final installment of my favourite tv show ever.

i started watching.

documentary, huh? this is. INTERESTING.

and it becomes clear that something’s fucked up. even without instagram fucker’s comment, it is clear. given the fact that richard looks like a lonely soul in a retirement home at the beginning of the documentary, with all the colours/backdrop and the weighty comments of how ‘everything was fine’

and then there’s the party ... hurray ... richard in the cake! love it. sometime do some fic/art of richard popping out of a cake in a jarrich context lol

monica’s gift of the text messages! that’s really sweet and i loved it.

THE DOT. HOLY SHIT RICHARD YOU EAGLE-EYED MOTHER FUCKER

also u fuckin nerd with the ellipsis comment........... tbh i get it, i appreciate that joke

(oh jared. dutifully laughing at all his jokes. LITERALLY LIKE HOW SOMEONE WITH A CRUSH LAUGHS AT ALL THEIR CRUSH’S DUMBASS JOKES HHHHHHH)

I really enjoyed when jared mansplained and got bitten by monica lmao i just ............ i’m not fully able to articulate why i liked it but i REALLY ENJOYED IT hahah

GILFOYLE!! appearing with the lock the doors comment and cliff bars and a gun ...... oh boy i love him ;_;

i enjoy that they explicitly(ish) mention that gilfoyle’s an alcoholic lmao

also, dinfoyle shippers, gilfoyle passing out in the men’s room after a rendezvous with dinesh? huh? huh? -aggressively nudges and winks-

...anyway

i love that it’s the combination of richard’s obsessive meticulousness and gilfoyle’s hardcore work ethic and security-mindedness that reveal this fatal flaw with pied piper. it’s a nice collaboration of sorts and it speaks kind of to each person’s greatest strengths (diligence, thoroughness) (i mean we know richard’s other greatest strength is the talent of his coding and gilfoyle’s other greatest strength is also his brilliance and also his being smoking hot but y’know i didn’t say greatest strength at the exclusion of others...)

OH MAN

YES GILFOYLE you have a strong moral compass and want to kill the monster!

laurie being in prison .......................for no clearly defined reason.....and her hair’s still perfect..... yeah i’m here for it. also she does strike me as someone who’d do pretty much fine in prison lmao 

i liked richard and jared’s rooftop conversation. i ..... i was annoyed with jared mentioning gwart because THAT WHOLE THING WITH GWART AND JARED LEAVING AND THEN COMING BACK AND THE I MISS YOU AND WHATEVER I DON’T CARE WHILE LITERALLY CRYING AND ALL OF THAT STILL FEELS LIKE AN ARC THEY STRAIGHT UP FORGOT TO CONTINUE/RESOLVE AND I’M STILL FUCKING MAD but aside from that i liked the conversation.

this whole series has been instance after instance of richard’s idealism and moral compass seeming to thwart his success because he refuses to do shitty things and instead chooses the harder but ultimately morally good path, and it’s ...... i love that this culminates in him making one of the most difficult/painful idealistic choices of all: let his dream of six years come to fruition and possibly (rather than certainly, at this point) ruin the whole fucking world, or kill his dream and really truly make the world a better place by SAVING THE FUCKIGN WORLD?

UGH YES *chef’s kiss*

love that jared’s agreeing with him/supporting him the whole time and you can fucking SEE richard calming down from his initial rage and seeing that, oh, okay, no, he has no choice, he Must kill the beast he has created...

and at that point screaming FUCK from the rooftop seems like a pretty sane response

love the cut to him in his i-mean-business blue hoodie (was it his blue hoodie? i can’t remember but i feel like it was?) being like ‘gilfoyle’s right’ lol

THE THING WITH DINESH’S CAR AND CRACKING TESLA’S ENCRYPTION

this was cool enough that i did not care about technological feasibility, Rule of Cool achieved

and dinesh’s speech about how he couldn’t be trusted! oh boy

like jared said, it was a magnificently courageous moment of cowardice. LOVE. IT.

(also i couldn’t help thinking, lol was this done as a response to kumail nanjiani’s schedule clashing with the others so they had to have all his scenes separate rom the rest of the cast? i mean either way they executed it stunningly)

oh BOY THE THING WITH GABE AND JOHN STAFFORD!!! and you know if gilfoyle had been friends with john stafford then maybe john would’ve fucking called gilfoyle and checked before fixing this shit!!

is this what they intended? i’m not sure. but it sure makes the gilfoyle chess subplot seem a lot less frustrating than the other going-nowhere-but-comedic-relief subplots that were in themselves fine but made me mad when i saw how rushed 6.6 was

gabe lmao

fuckin gabe

BUT GOOD ON GABE FOR LETTING DINESH KNOW JUST IN CASE!! THANK YOU GABE!!!

and OH BOY DINESH! YOU CAME THROUGH! YOU HAVE A GOOD CORE AFTER ALL! YOU COULD’VE DONE NOTHING AND BECOME RICH BUT YOU CLIMBED A SKYSCRAPER’S WORTH OF STAIRS AND SAVED THE FUCKING WORLD!

lmao i loved kumail nanjiani’s horrible wheezing as he opens the door and then despairs and then wheezes his way up the surprise additional stairs, i actually started laughing in my seat. brilliant physical comedy.

also loved gilfoyle’s ‘are you jacking off’ ‘did you do one push-up’ jibes lmao

brill

YES DINESH SAVED THE DAY!

AND GILFOYLE SAVED THE DAY! WHEN RICHARD (not entirely unreasonably) FUCKING FROZE AND GILFOYLE MADE AN EXECUTIVE DECISION AND TRUSTED DINESH AND IT PAID OFF! YESSSSS

oh and speaking of trusting dinesh. richard being like ‘dinesh you fucked us’ and then apologising and dinesh being all ‘you’re good, i’d think i fucked us too’ AHHH *chef’s kiss*

THE RATS? LMAO THE RATS? verging on maybe too ridiculous but I THINK I LIKED IT.

oh boy

CONAN

BILL GATES LOL

KARA SWISHER

PRESUMABLY MANY OTHER BRILLIANT GUEST STARS I MISSED

YES

oh man that convo on the roof! the only issue i had with that was jared being relegated to the seats behind them WHY ! WHY WAS THAT!! 

ok i’m gonna headcanon it as like, they were gonna make room for him but he was like ‘OH NO NEVER MIND I’LL SIT BEHIND YOU, I LIKE BEING ABLE TO WATCH OVER YOU ALL’ ok there i fixed it. it’s plausible and i fixed it.

gilfoyle drinking entire bottles of tres commas? man he’s so hot and alcohol-soaked i’m astonished he hasn’t spontaneously combusted yet

THEY SAVED THE WORLD ;___;

MY BABIES SAVED THE WORLD

oh and now the present day................ (of the episode) ......

gavin as a trashy romance novelist and denpak as his long-suffering ghostwriter/collaborator? LOVE IT LMAO yeah sure why not!! and that scene when they’re arguing but then have this breakthrough about their novel in progress? AMAZING HAHAHAH i hope they’re happy together

RICHARD IS THE GAVIN BELSON PROFESSOR OF ETHICS WHAT THE FUCK 

I MEAN OKAY FIRSTLY he is well-qualified to be an ethics in tech professor given his experience

BUT DOES IT NOT KILL HIM TO HAVE GAVIN BELSON IN HIS TITLE LMAO

maybe gavin made a hefty donation to stanford and bighead gave enough of that to richard that richard doesn’t mind

maybe at this point richard’s developed a good enough sense of humour to tolerate it because if he didn’t, he’d go fucking insane

he said he was happy .................... was he? i’ve no fucking idea tbh. what do you guys think? richard’s happy with a high-paying non-stressful job, or richard’s sad and despairing? ......i’m gonna go with the former. maybe wistful. maybe he’ll start another company one day. idek.

god when he said his best friend gave him a job ... for a second i thought it was jared. but oh well. OH WELL. OH WELLLLL.

LOVE that big head is president of stanford and it’s not addressed AT ALL how that happened and you know what? we had enough of him failing upward that we don’t need an explanation! this seems totally plausible! amazing.

and josh brener’s acting when they’re like ‘do they call you that because your surname is bighetti’ .......... amazing

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DINESH AND GILFOYLE STARTED A COMPANY TOGETHER AND HOLY FUCKING SHIT OH MY GOD 

hey i just realised is NEWELL ROAD the place where the guy who bought dinesh’s laptop from the office clearance sale lived where gilfoyle turned up pretending to be geek squad to punch a hole in the laptop????!!

okay i just went back and checked and that’s not it. BUT newell road is the street the hacker hostel’s on!

which is fucking adorable and i love it.

ALSO

ALSO

ALSO

AS FAR AS I’M CONCERNED THEY FUCKING MADE DINFOYLE CANON BECAUSE LOOK GILFOYLE SAYS THAT THING ABOUT DINESH BUYING THE HOUSE NEXT TO HIS BECAUSE HE LOVES HIM AND DINESH HAS NOTHING TO SAY BUT ‘FUCK YOU’ AND YOU KNOW WHAT

YEAH THEY DID IT

THEY STARTED A COMPANY TOGETHER AND GOT MARRIED

i swear to god when they said there was a meeting i just briefly imagined the ‘meeting’ was them sneaking off to a supply closet to fuck or something

YESSS

so we didn’t get jarrich but WE GOT THIS

okay whatevs i’ll take what i can get *blows coolly on nails*

jared working with the elderly! that thing about having parents and being someone’s parents! that’s so beautiful and makes so much sense it works somewhat as a salve to the darkly comedic but ultimately not really necessary punch to the gut that was the discovery about his biological parents.

judy reading one of gavin’s romance novels HAHAH YES

oh boy! the reunion!

i swear to god when richard and jared walked up to each other IT STILL FUCKING FELT LIKE THEY WERE GONNA KISS

everyone hugging!

GILFOYLE LOOKING TO THE CAMERA WHEN RICHARD AND JARED HUG

to me, that’s him being like ‘look at these two. ten years and they’ve not realised they’re in love yet’ hahahha

oh and Monica working for the NSA? yeah i can see it hahahah

jian-yang’s crazy jungle empire? yeah fuckin checks out

(RON’S PANIC WHEN RICHARD STARTS ADMITTING GUILT AND HE HAS TO BACKTRACK LMAO love the law jokes/references)

dinesh referring to gilfoyle’s horrible corner hahaha it’s so clear they fucking love each other they wouldn’t have fucking started a company if they didn’t also THEY LIVE NEXT DOOR TO EACH OTHER WHAT THE FUCK OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR THIS GIFT

at first i was like oh god did richard and jared not see each other for years??? but then there was that line about ‘i saw you last week’ and i’m so happy again. headcanon best friends (not to say that big head isn’t also a best friend of richard’s) and they catch up and love each other and then fall in love down the line (TIME TO WRITE A FIC LOL)

WHEN JARED HAD THE THING IN HIS BAG I GUESSED IT WAS THE ALWAYS BLUE THING AND WHEN IT CAME OUT I ACTUALLY PUT MY HAND OVER MY MOUTH AT ALL THE FEELINGS AND OH BOY OH BOY YESSSSS

<3333

richard losing the thumb drive. HA.

good. good setup

now the spinoff of sv is this apocalyptic hellhole because the thumb drive fell into the wrong hands and now pied piper have gathered to face/fight the apocalypse

i..... could write that fic. i could.

i imagine in that apocalypseverse jared has super surprisingly become a ruthless leader of a tribe, dinesh and gilfoyle are dual rulers obviously (or like, scavenger rebels on the fringes), monica has a terrifying tribe of followers or has made herself indispensable to another leader, richard is working as a tech slave for someone horrible (or is out in the woods after being stranded away from civilisation when the first attacks/clusterfucks occur) but then gets rescued by jared/the rest .............. yeah

OKAY ANYWAY

in short i really really liked it and i think the whole idea of them having to purposely fail to save the world from the terrible genius of what they’ve created is a fitting and deliciously bittersweet way to end this wild journey and i LOVE THIS WHOLE FUCKING SERIES and i don’t wish it had ended any other way

except for richard and jared kissing and sailing off into the sunset of course