I’m not joking about Harry getting his own cooking show though. Give me a happy Harry in a decorative yellow apron, detailing slowly and passionately how to layer a red velvet cake. Imagine his brow furrowing as he concentrates on pouring the batter or getting the icing just right. And then he’s glowing at the end when it’s finished, smiling as he says to join him next week when he makes special Christmas-themed cupcakes.
i haven't stopped crying since the full weight of jim being canonically dead hit me earlier today. it's so dumb to be upset about but the idea that he was so lonely and that nothing seemed worth living for is hitting me where i live. i'm trying to keep myself from despairing because while jim is dead the actor who brought him to life is a happy successful openly gay man in a long-term relationship and maybe i can have even half of that kind of life if i try but i'm hurting so bad that (1)