Aug 7
oh my god i need to bounce on it bad
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oh my god i need to bounce on it bad
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Joe's scaring the shit out of this inmate played by Laurent Pitre (who is phenomenal).
"I miss you and Rex."
Awwww.
You can tell he doesn't call her babe on the regular because Sarah seems a little discombobulated. (Charlie's on a semi-public phone with other inmates.)
They don't seem like the pet name type of couple.
And then he says the hottest woman remark and Sarah literally facepalms.
I love the lighting directly on Rex in the scene with Charlie in solitary. Like, he's an Angel.
Also, highkey thinking about B99 episodes where Jake (and Rosa) were sent to prison and/or Amy was undercover in prison.
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Love Joe's "No." when Charlie suggests himself going undercover in prison.
I find it so so so funny. Borderline radical feminist Veni and her open misandry and you bring around your useless boytoy of a jungler who like most esports men probably doesn’t even know how to cook himself hard-boiled eggs. “New house, kinda” yeah because she’s put you on probation she’s threatened to kick you to the streets if you don’t figure the washing machine out
Something something Carzzy watching Lyncas watching her. She who prawls the apartment in her bra and undone hair in the mornings; who offers him his first ever cigarette and slides a hand between his shoulder blades as he chokes haplessly. She won’t fuck you, buddy. Apropos of nothing. I don’t want her to fuck me. Shame and desire, amorphous animals flayed naked; her teeth… Earlier she’d sneered as he tried to fold the laundry right. You’d be a useless housewife, she tells him now, scowling at his pitiful attempt at cooking dinner. To Carzzy, something else in her unfamiliar Czech. She rolls her eyes as he laugh; under the table, she pushes her toes into Lyncas’ naked shin. She says you need to be trained, Carzzy clarifies. Like a fucking puppy.