#like. barely

Despite being in the spotlight, welcoming it with open arms, none of the eyes are on him. Not one.

okay, overall: I thought it was a good episode, and a good resolution to the bobby dying arc, and I loved captain han, and I loved athena holding that baby.

emotionally: I'm kind of sad nothing in that episode made me want to write more fic. maybe my feelings will change over the course of the hiatus, but the end of s7 made me feel like I had a MILLION ideas about what could happen next, and I'm disappointed I don't feel inspired again. probably that's me expecting too much of the show—I've been feeling creatively/personally burnt out for a hot minute now, and fandom tends to be my jolt of adrenaline and joy and obsession that galvanizes me into being creative anyway—only sometimes even your special interest can't really save you from being burnt out, because the problem is that you're tired and you need to sleep and read five to six good novels before the well starts to refill. maybe i'll take the hiatus and read five to six good novels and watch a new tv show and stop reading all the bad takes and i'll come back in the fall and be really excited to see evan buckley again.

(is this a sign????? did i, like...hit my personal limit? i've never written thirty fics for a fandom before, lol)

“Qui-Gon?”

“Yes?”

“Your elbow is digging into my rib.”

“… Is that better?”

“Ah—ow. That’s my kidney.”

“…”

“And that would be my arm.”

“…”

“And that’s my rib again—Oh, stop moving. You’re only making things worse.”

“I might remind you that I am not the reason we’re trapped in the smallest cupboard in the known universe.”

“Yes, you’re only the reason we got chased in the first place. I am the reason we’re not trudging through a swamp in our underthings right now.”

“I seem to remember it being you who said you didn’t sense anything wrong.”

“Well I seem to remember it being you, oh wise and venerable master, who told me to focus on the moment.”

“You knew what I meant by it.”

“Yes, it was rather hard not to, what with your hand on my—wait. I think I hear someone.”

“…”

“…”

“They’re gone. Shall we go?”

“Yes, let’s. I think my rib is bruised.”

“…”

“Qui-Gon—”

“Yes, Obi-Wan?”

“I think your understanding of the word gone needs a little help.”

“I was being metaphorical.”

“I could kill you for that, I hope you know.”

“Oh, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that. They seem as though they have it covered.”

“…”

“…”

“Run?”

there’s a recent batman comic that has like a single panel of the riddler after going fishing and i can’t stop thinking about it