#spoiler-y

my results:

gdkhdgdgdgchc. A lot of these are not super surprising.

However—

I am gonna dive down there and grab Taiga

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ok so if anybody has ever seen Markiplier's Until Dawn original play through, this part:

This is me after tkdb season one finale. just.

Alex Walker: In my defense, we all knew that I wouldn't.

Like in episode 2, why is Gu Xiang fighting the other ghosts? Is it a ploy on both their parts? Like, do the ghosts realise she’s trying to come across as friendly to the Chengling and Zishu? Because just the way it’s shot makes it look like they’re an honest threat to her, but considering her relationship with Wen Kexing, it seems unlikely that most ghosts wouldn’t know who she is.

Also still unsure about how much ZZS and WKX know about who the other is and at which point in the series each of them makes their various realisations, versus when they reveal that they know who the other is...

Rose was the first to visit. Finn was frankly freaked out by Ben’s return and didn’t trust him and Rey couldn’t entirely blame him. Plus he and Janna had a quest to go on, one with less chance of mortal danger, and she wanted him to find his own answers. Maybe then he’d tell her his secret. He thought she already knew, because of the Force, but it didn’t work that way. She didn’t tell him that, because she knew that wouldn’t be a consolation. Poe was very busy trying to find something to do that wasn’t being a general, a spice-smuggler or the architect of a galaxy-wide constitution; Rey didn’t see how Tatooine could remotely resemble a vacation for him. Chewie had had enough of sand and had issued her a standing invitation to Kashyyk. And the droids wouldn’t come on their own, not even to see BB-8. But Rose came, for all that Rey might have thought she’d be the last.

Rey served blue-milk and local wafers, bread baking very slowly in the deep stone oven. Rose brought a cask of honey and a necklace General Organa had left for Rey. They sat at the low table and Rey saw how an embroidered curtain might look at the window, looped back to show the ridge, the few dappled shadows of the first tree on the round sill. Ben was out there, doing something needful, not fencing with the air. Sometimes, what was needful was sitting with his face turned to the suns, feeling the light, aware she was in the courtyard, re-engineering a vaporator. He’d tell her later.

“So, how was it being dead?” Rose said, once the pleasantries were past. They’d both been pretending to be General Organa even though she would have laughed at them. It was nice to have her be Rose again and to be Rey.

“Not so bad. It was restful. I suppose it might have gotten lonely after a while. For me,” Rey said.

“Were you sorry to come back?” Rose asked.

“No, not sorry. A little surprised,” Rey said. “I had thought dead was dead, but not always. Not that you can predict it or I haven’t figured that part out yet.”

“What about Ben?” Rose asked. Rey admired the way she said the words evenly, no pause before his name, no wobble about calling him Kylo or even mentioning him at all. It was possibly the calmest way that question had ever been asked and Rey knew, Force knew, it had been asked by his mother and father, by his uncle.

“He didn’t like coming back. But he wasn’t ready to be dead,” Rey said.

“That’s a thing? Being ready to be dead? It doesn’t seem like most beings are, but they don’t get coughed back up like a Wookiee hairball,” Rose said, a little bitterly.

“I think he’d agree with you,” Rey said.

“You’re glad though, glad he’s back,” Rose said. It wasn’t a question, not really. Was she glad her heart beat in her chest? That her soul animated her flesh? She knew Rose grieved for her own losses. There was so much mending to be done.

“I’m glad Ben is here. I’m glad he’s learning to plant a garden, to bake bread. It’s good to feel the Force going out like the tide,” Rey said thoughtfully.

“The tide comes in too,” Rose warned.

I have a mostly incoherent rant about The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.   Actually, it’s a rant against the writers, not the character. I get that this is all about wish fulfillment and empowerment and Midge getting to develop into a person she never knew she could be. But who the f*ck is taking care of the kids?   I am a stay at home parent.  I have ONE kid.  She’s almost 10. MY ENTIRE LIFE revolves around who will be taking care of her when.   It takes me a three hour chunk of time to myself to get my brain out of “I will be interrupted any second” adrenaline mode.     Sure, I have an orchid kid, not a dandelion.  She’s anxious, and needy and sure, probably most parents of 10 year olds don’t have this much brain drain from it.  BUT MIDGE’S KIDS ARE UNDER 5.

I had to stop in the middle of the first episode in the second season because all of a sudden all of the adults in the house are in Paris?  Where are the kids?  Sure, you can hand off a baby or toddler pretty easily.   But I know these writers have met 4 year olds.   They do not transition easily.