it's officially been 10 years since I sent @thebrightsessions pilot to my friend Jack to get his thoughts. he was the first person to read it, and gave me great thoughts, and I made the pilot better and then...
well. it was almost exactly a year before I sent this message:
all to say: however long it takes, however uncertain you feel—surround yourself with amazing, kind, talented people and just go for it. the worst that can happen is that you learn something. the best is that you learn something and it gives you your life, which is what happened to me.
it’s said so much that it sounds trite but it really is true: do it scared
🦾Detroit doodles from these past two weeks! When I wasn't replaying the game I was drawing these.🤖
Alice has 3 dads. NONE of them are Todd. (I need to draw Luther with Alice) Oh by the way the last two are from my own little happy ending AU where Kara, Luther, and Alice bring Ralph and Jerry(s) over to Canada with them!! They learn to adapt to life as "humans" and they all love Alice very much! She deserves it.
it’s kinda crazy being aromantic and a shipper because i’ll be giggling, kicking my feet, and twirling my hair shoving two characters together like dolls— but the moment someone goes “there’s LITERALLY no platonic explanation for this.” i’ll burst through the door shouting “I’LL FIND ONE.”
Right so as a fandom we have established that Chloe’s first language is French, and there’s also a popular hc that Red’s is Spanish, and basically i think when they’re really tired they just talk to each other in their first languages because they never really get to use them in terms time because everyone speaks English so they have no idea what the other is saying but like they both GET IT yk.
sometimes, it destroys me to think about how Max didn’t recognize Chloe in the bathroom. i don’t get why nobody is talking about it. how, when Chloe asks her, she’s obviously ashamed of not recognizing her immediately. how she wishes she would’ve. how they’re both bittersweet about it. because what do you mean you don’t recognize her. this is your childhood best friend. you grew up alongside her. you know her better than you know yourself, she knows you like the back of her hand. but you don’t recognize her. to you, she’s still the 14 year old girl who just lost her father. to her, you’re still the 13 year old girl who left her behind. you didn’t get to see her cut her hair, and dye them blue, and become who she is, so you still know her by heart, but when you see her for the first time after five years, when you save her life, you don’t recognize her. then, she saves you in the parking lot, and you look into her eyes, and then you just know. and she does too. because she’s your childhood best friend, and you know her better than yourself, and she knows you like the back of her hand, and you get in her car, and you recognize her now. of course you do. because after five years you’re still Max Caulfield.