woke up at half past four. tried to sleep for an hour. failed because all my stories were talking in my head. got up and wrote. been writing for four hours. just realised i’m completely dehydrated and starving. need tea
Greg’s nervous. Climbing the stairs to the artist’s studio, his stomach squirms. It’s been a long time – decades – since he last did this. He just hopes the guy isn’t disappointed with the model he’s hired. (He’d’ve done it without pay, honestly, it’s just a need to do something different – something he’d done when he was young, before…before the world got so hard – but the guy had insisted.) The door stands ajar, and Greg pushes it further open. He clears his throat, about to ask if there’s anyone there; and then he sees him, silhouetted against the rain-rivuleted window.
Only fics can get my anxiety level so high I have to stop reading, not in a bad anxiety way, but in a “oh my god they both are chatting on a dating app to meet for a one night stand and about to realize who they’re talking to, i need to have a moment”
“Oh my god they’re both breathing in the darkness and soon they’re both going to work out that the other one is still awake”
Does anyone know the actual wording/can tell me the source of an off-the-cuff comment from Moftiss from before S4 aired – talking about the read-through, they said something like ‘we read the scripts backwards, it was the only way to read them really’? It’s bugging the fuck out of me and I’ve googled everything I can bloody think of but no luck
Does anyone else remember this? Or did I dream this up in some TAB-style setlock-induced fever dream?
Green Violin Bow 