My Brain Randomness

Eccentric old vampire with arithmomania (there are episodes where he tries to stop counting but can’t, even when it is detrimental to his health and wellbeing. It is both a hobby and a compulsion for him.) He associates specifically the number seven with romance, and not just in the “Far From Seven” skit above. He proposed to his girlfriend and got excited about counting how many times she said no. He skirts vampire rules by simply not understanding when he is and is not welcome. He can and will enter your house uninvited and count your family. But he will try to move away when some kid is capable of counting things without help because he assumes he is no longer wanted or needed.

And everyone on Sesame Street was SO MEAN to him earlier on just because he is a weird little man even though they were nice to Oscar.

Sometimes you just have to draw a shitpost for your mental health 😌

Closeups! They’re pixelly cuz I drew em small on purpose, but it was actually really fun to do it that way.

the biodome team watching grace get up in the middle of the night and easily navigate his hut without turning any lights on:

scientists like lokken (only having as reference the age of the actress), maybe redell and leclerc (but the book is not descriptive) are older than the rest of the crew.

stratt would be around 72 when the beetles return to earth, but lokken would be around 90, if redell and leclerc are close to that age, then it would be much of the same.

a lot of them wouldnt live to see the hail mary have success, everything they worked for and they will not see it.

lokken who design the centrigufe that allowed to experiment in the hail mary, but wont see the results of her work.

Carl, the guy Grace built an entire hypothesis around.

Carl, the guy that learned to have fun with Grace while doing science.

Carl, the guy that fueled Grace's addiction to Skittles and Twizzlers.

Carl, the guy that was there every step of the way until the end. And then he was forced to stand by and watch as Grace was pinned to the ground, pleading for help, calling for him of all people.

Wukong: O-O

Tripitaka: Pilgrim?

Wukong: O-O

Tripitaka: ...Do you want to talk about something, or...?

Wukong: *Drops a pretty flower in his lap and runs away*

Tripitaka:

Tripitaka: *tears up*

Tripitaka, whispering: Thank you Pilgrim