I Get So Unbelievably Happy, But Also Die A Little Inside, Every Time I Find A New Detail On The Unaired

I get so unbelievably happy, but also die a little inside, every time I find a new detail on the unaired episodes of Moral Orel…

I keep writing really shitty characters, getting slightly enamored with their complexity, and then wanting to write them as better in a different context, as though the shit I wrote them doing elsewhere isn’t an absolute dealbreaker as far as liking the character goes…

Honey, sweetie, baby, those aren’t quirks, they’re trauma responses-

Yes, yes, it’s a fucked up illustration of Mammon’s shittiness, but I need to point out the hilarious details: “Incumming call” and obviously, “pick up” + “pick up ya cunt”

Do I hate Mammon? Yes. But this dynamic is fun to see. Fucked up, Fizz deserves so much better and I’m happy he got it, and all, but Imma write these two

Rewatching Generation Loss. Having a time