#lizzington

Rules: post the first sentence of your latest 10 fanfics & tag 10 people. I was tagged by @gaslightgallows, thank you, friend 🥰

" 'Very well. I’ll give you privacy.' " from i'm not a problem you can solve, watch me hit the wall (Good Omens)

"The darkness stretching outside the bookshop windows is the blackest black Crowley has ever seen." from magic trick (don't blink or you'll miss it) (Good Omens)

"Stepping out the back door of the cottage and into the cool night air, Aziraphale picks his way carefully down the cobblestone path of the verdant garden, cradling two mugs full to the brim and heading toward the tartan picnic blanket laid out under a flourishing apple tree." from look at the stars, look how they shine for you (Good Omens)

"They try again in the elevator to Heaven." from angelus et daemon interruptus (Good Omens)

"Crowley doesn’t sleep well in the alley." from sleep, baby, sleep (a place to rest your weary head) (Good Omens)

"Crack! Aziraphale materializes from a flash of light, blinking and disoriented, in the middle of Whickber Street." from promises, promises (talk is cheap, don't keep me waiting) (Good Omens)

"The spotlights are almost painfully bright from where he’s seated on the stage at Northwestern University, making sweat bead uncomfortably at his hairline and under the collar of his jacket, and the raised voices of the people on either side of him are swiftly conjuring a headache." from we're not, but we can be (if you'll let us) (The Newsroom)

"A clock ticks softly from somewhere in the depths of the bookshop, incessant and unstoppable, a steadfast marker in the unsympathetic passage of time." from perspectives on humanity (Good Omens)

"As with all things in her life, it was born from fire." from Halcyon (The Blacklist)

"Dust motes float freely like microscopic stars through the air, twirling and rotating in slow motion amidst the long yellow rays of sunlight that reach through the windows and stretch across the endless shelves of books, bathing the shop in its daily helping of sleepy, comforting, afternoon warmth." from yellow (Good Omens)

Red and Elizabeth on the run: Anything by Adrianne Lenker

The funny thing about this edit is that I made it months ago and simply forgot it existed. It looks a little scrappy so I thought of just keeping it in my drafts but hey, better to publish it. The more content the better!

Have I ever mentioned *has mentioned it like 20 times* how much I love season 3A? It's quite literally the culmination of everything the story had been building up to and delivered us the most glorious thing the show ever made: blonde Lizzie.

I so distinctly remember watching the last scene of this arc before it shifted into the biggest loss of my life. Her crossing the street and throwing her arms around him has to be top 3 scenes of the show honestly. Every time I see it now I just think I should've stopped watching there and saved myself the disaster that would follow one episode later. Oh how I loathe you Tom Keen

Okay enough of my scattered thoughts. Let me try and give a semblance of an analysis that follows every single one of my edits.

When they go on the run, it strips Elizabeth down to the very core of her character. This is what makes these episodes so good, because there is such special attention dedicated to how she has to grapple with the loss of everything she knew, and her realization that there is only one thing she has left. This man, the bane of her existence has now become the center of her life.

All the relationships carefully curated over the course of two seasons are bulldozed, except Red. She is brought into his criminal orbit and is forced to confront the extent to which he loves her. How far he's willing to go, who he'll kill, threaten, and extort, just so that she can get her life back. This is when I believe she falls in love with him.

Two years ago 'The Blacklist' broke my heart. Being involved in that fandom for 10 years, the finale left me with something I never recovered from and somehow changed me. I quit writing and tried to move on, and promised myself this would never ever happen to me again. I would never let a stupid TV show do this to me again.

Then a year ago I started watching Hacks. It took me while to ship Avorah but I think it was inevitable, which is basically Jean's and Hannah's fault. In these 4 seasons we got everything Lizzington could ever have wished for.

When Deborah had her earth shattering speech in 4x9 about how her dream has changed, that deeply stirred something in me.

I took my entire savings and flew to New York to see Jean's play at studio 54. I spent two lovely days there all alone, in this big city that I still love so much.

I went to the Central Park, stalked Spader's house and kinda closed the Blacklist chapter for good and let go.

I got to see Jean twice at the stage door. The play is intense and tough. The issue of abuse is hard and difficult to take. Yet Jean is funny, heartbreaking and simply amazing. I sat very much in front of the stage and I swear she looked at me several times. When she signed my playbill after the show, I told her I had traveled from Germany just to see her. She looked at me, touched my arms and said: Are you serious? I said: yes, I'm here only for two days. She then said: well, welcome to New York then. Told her thank you and how intense the play I thought was. Got a thank you back and then she moved on to the next person in line.

Absolutely star-strucked, dazed and deliriously happy my trip had this outcome, I'm returning home as I write this.

Just having met her heals so much that has gone wrong in my life for quite some time now.

And once I'm home, I hope I can continue writing fanfics.

Thanks Jean, I love you ❤️