mortem amici

i don’t think it’s possible to articulate just how much it feels like project hail mary was made to appeal to Me Specifically. not only is the plot like 3 of my all time favorite story types in a trenchcoat but we’re talking EVERY time i hoped something would happen it did. i hope that’s another ship. i hope it’s an intelligent and yet vastly biologically different species of alien. i hope they dedicate significant screen time to learning to talk to each other. i hope they become friends. oh this would all be so much more compelling and tragic if he never actually wanted to go. i hope grace waits as long as he can to admit he’s on a one way trip and cries about it but then rocky helps him but also i hope they don’t actually never see each other again. i hope they both die for each other but i don’t want them to actually die. i want to see beautiful glowing lights in space. amaze amaze amaze. rocky grace save stars. our engineers are ready to send you home. can i think about it? yes, think about it for a long time. i got EVERYTHING i wanted and nothing i didn’t. they’re calling it the happiest ending a movie has ever had

Diane, I am holding in my hands a labubu, a curious gift given to me by Audrey Horne. While I appreciate the sentiment, there is a sinsiter edge to its smile that unnerves me. I will turn him towards the wall when I sleep tonight.