#I mean jesus CHRIST

[thelaurenshippen]

911 really is such a good reminder of the particularly kind of joy that is weekly, seasons-long shows with many episodes per season. every character gets a moment to shine even in a truncated season. the satisfaction of seeing characters grapple with stuff that happened YEARS ago. having multi-episode arcs and one-off arcs that are equally enjoyable. beach episodes (metaphorical). I know we're all saying this all the time but why can't more tv be like this

[cordycepspog]

Things that absolutely fucked my shit up this episode, an incomprehensible list:

- Ellie liked the smell of Frank’s sleeping bag

- Joel still wearing Frank’s shirt

- Joel staying up all night to guard while Ellie slept

- “They’re not gonna hit you. Look at me, they’re not gonna hit you.”

- “Mom! Mom! Mom!”

- The way the doctor gave the lines “I delivered you. I held you in my hands.” and “I’m your doctor” so simply when asked for reasons why he shouldn’t be killed

- Ellie’s smile when Joel tried to tug the gun from her hand

- The way Joel bumbled his way through trying to make sure Ellie was okay, and ask if she wanted to talk about it after she shot Bryan

- All of the superhero drawings on the wall that Sam drew of him and Henry

- The mask that Sam had drawn on his face

Something about how everyone is undeniably human, and how unafraid they are of not shying away from that.

[alcorian-cycle]

for a kids franchise, transformers is just... so fucking bleak. their planet is dead. their species is dying. they've been fighting this stupid fucking war for 4 million years and they destroyed everything over it. their planet can no longer support life. their species is dying out as, without the Well, they can no longer reproduce. the few that are left are scattered to the stars as lonely sentinels. its only a matter of time before the current generation dies out and cybertronian life, history, art, love, knowledge, everything is gone. and yet... and YET... they continue to accelerate their own demise by fighting this STUPID FUCKING WAR. they're a species, a people consumed by war. they let their own hatred and violence destroy themselves.

transformers is a tragedy.

[lordandladywhistledown]

People wanting Pen and Colin’s story to drag out like they've only just met in ep 1... HELLO???

They've known each other since they were kids, why are you expecting them to have "let's get to know each other" conversations like Pen and Debling had? Polin are so far away from acquaintances that it's diminishing their story and their essence as a couple by adding superficial dialogue. They are each other's best friends (sorry Eloise) and know each other better than anyone (ex. Penelope seeing through Colin’s mask immediately after he came back) and that's why they don't need 7 episodes to fall in love - they're in love even before ep1 of s3!!! (Yes, Colin as well).

You can't expect a slow burn because the slow burn has already happened, specifically in the seasons before this one.

Not all love stories need to have an interesting beginning and build up, some are a bit more tame but much more exciting after they get together (aka the LW drama that's about to ensue) and similarly not all love stories end right after they wed.

People compare the last two seasons to this one and expect the same things, and that's virtually impossible considering we've known Colin and Penelope now longer than we did Anthony and Kate or Daphne and Simon. Plus, the tropes are also completely different so people who expect Kanthony 2.0 this season with Polin are absolutely fucking insane.

We know Penelope loves Colin, we know Colin doesn't think of Penelope as someone he might marry, we know Penelope wrote about Colin and Marina and we absolutely know that they still care deeply for one another. So therefore there's no need to add all of that if it's already astablished but rather to continue and develop their story into a new depth and a new story, with them already being in love from the beginning.

Also,

HALF OF THE FUCKING STORY IS STILL MISSING!?!?!?!

Yes Jennifer, of course the story feels unfinished and rushed by the end of ep4 because IT IS STILL FUCKING UNFINISHED

...

[the-beacons-of-minas-tirith]

Terfs really have no brain cells huh

“Intersex does not exist”????

Anyway:

From Ask A Biologist:

From Planned Parenthood:

https://www.plannedparenthood.org/learn/gender-identity/sex-gender-identity/whats-intersex

From the Intersex Society of North America:

TERFS/RADFEMS STOP BEING IGNORANT SHITS CHALLENGE LEVEL IMPOSSIBLE

[aaron04jpg]

I’ll get too much hate on twt but genuinely why are the worst fans 16181 I’m being so fr like the ones the despise lando with their whole chest and being.

Like I will scroll on my tl and see “lando bottled another win he is awful doesn’t deserve to live” etc and the username will be something like “FERRARIOSCAR33”

[aestheticallyavery]

[tkachunk]

local adult man doesn't like the way puck that was going into the net anyways goes into the net, hits third liner in the head about it

[stanchett]

thinking of her today 🖤

[lobstermobster-95]

Wanderer’s Rest

Read the full fic now on Ao3

It had been an uncharacteristically peaceful first day’s travel toward Xadia. The weather had been fair, they’d kept up a steady stream of pleasant conversation and – Callum had to hand it to Barius – they’d started things off with a satisfying breakfast.

It had all put Callum into an inexorably good mood.

After all, there was an undeniably strong air of sentimentality surrounding this trip. He and Rayla were retracing those first life-altering, world-saving steps they’d taken together two years ago.

To say they had been through a lot in those years was a comically gross understatement, especially since she’d come back. There had been more days than not that Callum had thought their relationship beyond saving. He’d been too broken, too fundamentally shattered by her abandonment to ever consider letting her back into his heart.

Then, there’d been Umber Tor, and the thought of Rayla dying before he ever got the chance to laugh with her again, or make her smile and roll her eyes at him again, to tell her he loved her again; it had set the flame in his chest alight once more.

So ever since then, they’d been working on it. Slowly, over several days, they began to talk – really talk – about the whole thing. It had been liberating for Callum to finally unload the crushing weight her departure had left him with, and Rayla listened. Then, when it was her turn, she’d given him two things: the first being an apology that had left them both crying openly while they laid side-by-side on the stone floor of Callum’s room; and the other had been a solemn vow to never cause him that much pain again.

They weren’t back to where they’d left off that night at the moon nexus, but they felt like…friends again, and Callum was ecstatic.

“We covered a lot of distance today,” Rayla said to him in a familiar tone that again reminded him of their first journey. That was her “Nighttime Rayla” voice. He’d heard it many times directed toward him and Ezran to let them know it was time to bunk down for the night.

“Time to rest, so we can do it all over again tomorrow,” she continued, making Callum smile.

Some things didn’t change.

But one thing that had certainly changed since the last time they’d made this trip was the status of the border. The scar Viren had left behind at the Breech had had unexpected diplomatic side effects. For the first time in a thousand years, there was a bridge open between Xadia and the human kingdoms. While it was still tentative and mostly discrete, this had opened the door to travel between the two lands.

That increase in travel had subsequently led to a greater demand for lodging along major travel routes, like the one they just so happened to be using, and Callum hoped what was ahead would be a welcomed surprise.

“Right,” he answered. “But why sleep in the grass, when we could sleep in class?” He raised his arms in coy emphasis.

Rayla responded with a curious quirk of her brow and Callum’s smile grew. “There’s a nice cozy inn just ahead,” he gestured up the road and Rayla’s eyes followed.

Together they spotted the Wanderer’s Rest Inn – a cottage that looked like it must have been lifted from the dictionary beneath the very word “cozy.” Its façade was crisscrossed by widely spaced wood framing with little vines of ivy creeping up like ladders. The thatch roof was steep but sturdy and surrounded a large stone chimney. The cottage itself was nestled on a picturesque hillside that caught the warm orange light of the sunset perfectly.

[kaaragen]

I stayed up late to watch the Ahsoka finale; so bear in mind that sleep deprivation may be affecting my analysis. But my thought after watching it:

Shut it down. Fire everybody involved. On future projects too. Give it to Charles Soule and the comic book team, because my God they seem to be the only people working on Star Wars who know what a plot and fucking character arc is supposed to look like

[gamergirl929]

There's only one player that Lianne Sanderson talks good about, and it's herself.

[ermm-what-the-alpha-theta]

You have no fucking idea how terrifying it is to find a worm in your bed the day after litening to MAG 22 like bro

[skull-pun]

It was never a matter of IF there was going to be a conspiracy theory about the Baltimore bridge collapse and Mothman, but WHEN there was going to be a conspiracy theory about the Baltimore bridge collapse and Mothman.

[lois-thegreat]

woke up to see that nearly every person i know in this stupid shitty town went out together but neglected to tell me