#reflecting on the end of the season

[honeyed-lemonade]

hands down I think the best writing choice of anthony’s in all of s2 was grant shooting terry (semi) consciously. soooo much more fucked up than willy just being willy. love you tony you sure know how to make a man mentally ill

[thebrainrotsreal]

EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK!!! I want to be coherent about this season but please picture me foaming at the mouth and running on the walls. S2 being what if Mark's just like his Dad? Insanity. I love this show. Anyways, AU where an Evil!Mark tries to make Our!Mark worse, and Our!Mark tries to make the other better. Something something confronting your idea of the worst version of oneself. Plus, tweaked black and yellow costume because I saw it and immediately went murder hornet lookin' ass and knew I had to draw it. Evil ass Mark. Horrible. I think he should be dragged kicking and screaming into redemption.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

First and Last appearances of Poorly-Drawn-MDZS Season 1!

[autisticandroids]

CASTIEL: Stop. What's the point if you don't mean it? You fear me - not love, not respect, just fear.

[youtube with closed captions]

a godstiel pity party. i'd like to thank an anon i got way back in february of 2021.

[un-pearable]

as true as the jokes about “everyone wants to rewrite ninjago” are i feel like smthn people forget when complaining about the inconsistencies of the show is that…. it wasn’t planned? it’s not like most other animated shows lately - it didn’t start with a deeply fleshed out world or a meticulously designed pitch bible with grandiose plans for a long-term story or character arcs. the ninja don’t originally get their powers from heredity because they weren’t hereditary powers yet. the magic system doesn’t make sense bc they literally just made it up as they went! they go back and forth on stuff like whether non-elementals can learn spinjitzu bc it’s a collaborative piece of media made by people with vastly different levels of control over the story, the animation, the sets, etc. that varied over the course of the series. it’s totally understandable and exciting to see so many people reworking the early stuff with the lore and logic later seasons introduced but i personally feel that… if you’re doing that. you need to understand why the show is like that instead of writing it off as being bad and shitty. it was working with what it had. it’s only what it is now because of that awkward troubleshooting phase, not in spite of it

[kimwexlersponytail]

S04E10 Winner l S06E13 Saul Gone 

[chirpsythismorning]

Still the best lettergate evidence..

[sunflowerdigs]

Apparently people are panicking about Marisol being on set again? I haven't seen much so I guess I follow the right people.

Anyway, it's important to remember that Taylor stuck around until the end of s5 (literally until almost the last minute). So even if she appears to be in episode 10, it's possible that's Marisol's last episode. And even if it's not, I very highly doubt that Tim is closing out the season with both Buck and Eddie still romantically interested in other people. He would be shooting himself in the foot big time with that because of the amount of Buddie promo put out for this season. He's gotta give us a clear path forward to Buddie or people are going to call him a queerbaiter and drop the show before s8.

[doortotomorrow]

EMORI KOM SPACEKRU: echoes

[autumnmiler]

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[on-stolen-sunbeams]

There was a donut shop I used to pass on my walk to school senior year. I remember those pastel mornings well; the soft clouds of steam rising gently from outside vents, the way the world stood quiet, only interrupted by occasional puttering of an old pickup turning into the parking lot. It was in an old plaza, with flat, squat buildings and slightly garish, brightly colored signage. Every so often, if the breeze blew right, you could smell the faint aroma of coffee wafting your way. If you walked past early enough, sometimes you'd catch the glow of twinkle lights adorning the fence, still on from the night before and not yet washed out by sunlight. It was softer, somehow, a gentler, simpler place than the tall corporate-sleek tech companies, all silver and chrome, that came before. A kinder, more subdued plane of existence a few hundred feet down the road cloaked in goldenhour magic.

I once promised myself I'd stop by sometime, walk to school with a maple-glazed pastry in hand or curl up in the outdoor seating area and watch the sunrise. The shop opened early enough, after all. But I never did keep that promise. I regret it now.

It might just be the heartsick for yesteryear part of me, wedged somewhere beneath my ribcage like a particularly uncooperative splinter. But there's something pinprick painful about those unfulfilled promises. Not just about a warm donut, but penciled lists in childish handwriting with big dreams, so full of heart, leaving no room for much else. the complete and utter conviction in a happy ending. now I swirl bittersweet. Kids have the kind of faith that could take them to the stars should they only wish to glance a meteor. I know my younger self would lend me grace and sweet forgiveness that I can no longer afford, but I refuse to make a habit of accepting the priceless for free.

I'm not where I wanted to be. I didn't dream of dinner conversations under a veneer of disappointment and gray days, or pray to spend my days desperately clutching at mediocrity, of blending into wallpaper and counting down days torn between relief and dread.

It's easy to twist words into a new genre, a new form, cut sentences at the root and move them somewhere better. It's much harder to replant ampersand ambitions. I can't explain how things warped until they splintered. There's no clearcut reason for the way things are opposed to how they should've been. I don't want to look back and gloss over the regret, but averting my eyes is the least painful option, because it hurts, the twin desires to patch up youthful hopes and grind them to dust beneath my heel.

I don't know how this one ends. There's no moral, no central thesis I can cling to. I should've woven some kind of unifying theme, embedded details like a trail of breadcrumbs to an inevitable conclusion instead of throwing darts in the direction of a last page. The ending is still vague and uncertain. The story's not over yet.

Maybe I'll close with a zoomed in shot of a plane ticket, then a morning treat, some lesson in how it's never too late. The credits will roll into a lovely dawn sky, the focus will drag across a half-full coffee cup and evoke some sense of closure and peace. Onwards and upwards, it gets better. Maybe the shop's closed now, and the story ends with a solitary figure walking away, head heavy. the scene closes and you exit with a sour aftertaste and a wasted journey. I'm not cruel enough to spread regret like poisoned dandelion seeds in spring but sometimes it bleeds into the syllables. Maybe it fades off. I never visit, never wonder, slam the door shut and pretend today is day one and everything that came before never existed. Nostalgia sucks, but every open wound eventually scars over and flattens if you leave it be. Perhaps this one will too.

It's still too early to tell.

Some seven-year old part of me promises it will be alright. My seventeen year-old shade looks on with distrustful desperation. 

(I hope I do right by her.)

[sskk-manifesto]

:)

[personaldiary]

Fall is that time of year when everything shifts. The summer sun gives way to cooler days, and the world around us transforms into a riot of reds, oranges, and yellows. For me, fall symbolizes new beginnings, and it's not just because school starts again.Sure, the start of the school year is a big part of it. The excitement of getting new school supplies and diving into new classes is hard to miss. But fall means more than just hitting the books. It's a season of change and reflection.As the leaves drop from the trees, it's a reminder that sometimes letting go is a beautiful thing. Just like the trees shedding their leaves to prepare for a season of rest, fall encourages us to release what's no longer necessary and make space for something new.Fall is about change, and it reminds us that change is a constant part of life. It's a time to reflect on our goals and the path we're on. It's a chance to embrace the idea that every ending is also a fresh start.So, as the days get shorter and the air gets crisper, let's welcome fall's fresh start with open arms. Whether it's school, personal goals, or simply a new perspective, fall is the perfect time to embrace new beginnings.

[puppyeared]

[katmiscellanious]

I KNOW I’m an Aziraphale Kin because I do was a little manipulated by Metatron. I’m a little ashamed to say it took me till reading all the theories to realize that EVERYTHING was a manipulation.

I mean, he STOPPED Michael, he gave Aziraphale a COFFEE! He probably meant well, right?

Me and Aziraphale at the clown store because we are clowns:

[thelastofthebookworms]

I couldn't include Endless Nights or Overture. Don't throw rocks at me.

And please reblog so we have some voters.