#i don't think so...

but... something about the delicate, impossibly imperfect dance of Grace and Rocky's ships throughout the film. At first, they're mathematically precise yet they keep missing the mark. He wants to send a message. They want to connect. They're finally in harmony.

I was just so oddly captivated by the shots of the Hail Mary in space, then in space alongside a strange vessel we later learn to be Rocky's.

“I still think it's rigged. He gave you a head start,” Crowley commented cynically, throwing his hands in the air. “I can try it with you,” offered Fell and extended his hand to Crowley. Without hesitation, Crowley grabbed the master by the wrist with his left hand, his long fingers curling possessively around it. He had no intention of giving in and letting the man win. He raised his right hand, balled into a fist, to his chin in a guard. Fell repeated his motions. “Balance,” he said, his hand swinging away and pulling Crowley back. He realised with horror, that he leaned away just like Gabriel had and could hardly feel the ground beneath his feet anymore. Before he adjusted his stance and found his lost balance anew, Fell took a step towards him and gave a very gentle push to his elbow. In an instant Crowley felt like something pulled his entire arm down and away from him. He crouched, following the force to mitigate the pain, which resulted in him tripping and falling on his arse. “Entrance,” Master Fell concluded. “Ouch,” Crowley scowled. “See? Not rigged,” the man stretched out his hand, this time to help Crowley stand up.

Yall, this story occupies my every waking thought and I have like three presentations to prepare for next week...

they kinda taste like oil and lemon