My fav thing about TAZ is that any aspect out of context sounds fucking bonkers.
Like, in the balance finale there's a scene in which Garfield (who is very specifically never described visually bc most people imagine him as like. The Lasagna Cat. Who in this universe is the most powerful warlock in the realm and also has a hobby of cloning people, which is great for the one character that got forced into haunting a mannequin) is summoned by an alien spaceship that runs on the power of friendship so he could beat up some flashing balls. In D&D.
And that was just. Such a normal scene in the narrative. No one blinked an eye. I would like to bow down to Griffins clear unmatched talent for making me feel such big emotions over ridiculous shit like a goddamned umbrella or a regular ass pair of jeans or the idea of a taco recipe.
No one calls him Rockwell.
I guess the people who know figure
he’s no Van Gogh. No Rembrandt or Picasso.
I only bring this up now because
I’m looking at the framed print hanging
on our dining room wall. Two gawking
dockers sharing a table at a diner with a boy
and his grandmother saying grace.
My work boots are still laced up tight
as I sit at the table laughing
with my young sons. Their mother
dishes up dinner hot off the stove,
sets down plates, reminds the boys
to wait so they won’t burn their tongues.
She manages a smile. I manage one back.
I’m hungry and, although agnostic these days,
my chin rests on unintentionally laced fingers.
I want to bow my head.
by Danny Earl Simmons
honestly my crying little bitch ass is NOT ready for lou wilson to fully fucking unleash his regency potential..... I thought we were safe when he introduced fuckboi mcfeathers but it turns out I am not safe from his top tier acting fukc his ability to EMBODY characters and RUIN my emotions !!!! fuck!