Go to hell Cyma Zarghani. You have treated so many talented people like they were garbage. You exploited shows and creators for the sake of profits and all that did was nearly destroy the Nickelodeon brand. Although you were fired, all I want is to see one @chgreenblatt take back the apology you forced him to make. To spit on you and the company that did him and his show dirty. That's all I want. And for Micah Wright... I hope he sees what will ultimately become a reality.

          “Hey man, how’s your head?” One hand is already pointing to his own skull and the other holds out a spiked hot cider as if they were old time friends. It was always how Wade was, he could befriend anyone and this guy gave no reason for him not to presume they were human, just like him. Wade had never been a wine guy and so he brought his own flask and made a concoction of his own with the cider provided by the town, “It’s got a lil’ somethin’ special,” it’s a warning in case he wasn’t interested, though he hasn’t come across anyone in Rome who doesn’t drink as of yet and it’s likely the only thing that makes sense in the city considering the calamitous pile of bullshit that they all had to face on a quotidian basis.

               Abel couldn’t exactly recall when he started to proclaim a penchant for halfbloods. It was almost an innate adoption, their mistreatment a palpable scorning that the Adept couldn’t stomach as years tallied on. The potent ichor that flowed through their veins could do unimaginable things, but Abel had never once garnered a bout of gluttony for power, the taste not quite palatable on his tongue. He’d also clarify that while he appreciated Micah’s company, the halfblood was free to sever ties as one pleased; he didn’t owe the witch anything in return. A cocksure grin was smeared across his gruff complexion at the sight of Micah entering the shop, suppressing a hearty laugh despite the lurid after effects the masquerade still had on Rome, “Heard you had a couple of extra limbs, Beetle Boy.” He had heard the faintest recollection of the morbid tale from Emory, though Abel never was one to pry on the details when it came to the sage of Emory and Micah; he preferred to let them be. “Glad I’m not stuck with that version. What’d you even feed a beetle anyway?” He’s woefully nonchalant, though a sliver of a vexing worry is apparent in his eyes, a litany of questions tucked under his tongue so as not to bombard the other. At the end of the day, Abel is merely happy the other is alive and breathing after a stint in the Otherworld; that fact enough to keep him going for now. 

Does the dog die?

They’re watching (2016) | Directors & Writers: Jay Lender, Micah Wright

Does the dog die?