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Lorrie Palmer, “The Road to Lordsburg: Rural Masculinity in Supernatural,” from TV Goes to Hell: An Unofficial Road Map of Supernatural
#okay so i’m actually really enjoying this little collection of essays...#it was published between seasons 5 & 6#so it’s solely kripke-era#which is always the ideal :-)#spn#words#w*
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i so fucking badly need to know what happened between seasons 5 and 6. what was going on in ians minds after he broke up with mickey and mickey got sentenced to prison and he wasnt regularly taking his medication - if at all - and he visited mickey a couple times only because svetlana said he had to and he would go over to the balls' house to see yevgeny and all his siblings could talk about for a couple weeks was how peaceful the house was without sammi and chucky and carl and mickey there and nothing felt real and fiona forced him to get a job at patsys so she could keep an eye on him and he felt so weighted down and empty that he went on that bridge to end his own life
#'but but but he told fiona he was taking his meds!' did we watch the same show#because ian gallagher has never lied once in his life#IANNNNNNNNNN WHAT WERE YOU DOING BETWEEN SEASONS 5 AND 6#i imagine he was probably having a really bad depressive episode and thats why fiona made him get the job#to get him out of the house and contributing but still within her eyesight#a.txt#shameless#how many dreams did he have of him and mickey and yevgeny and svetlana living together as one big happy family only to wake up#wake up and realize none of it is real anymore
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Teen Wolf as Horror Subgenres
Season five A: Body Horror
#teen wolf#twedit#teen wolf edit#twgifs#corey bryant#tracy stewart#kira yukimura#hayden romero#mason hewitt#my gifs#mine#twgenres#i was initially planning on doing 5a and 5b together under the body horror umbrella#but i decided that 5b works as something else even better and i'm very excited about it#also i love the season and body horror soooo much it's so much fun#i especially really love the theme of like where the line between the supernatural and the scientific lies#i'll say it since no one else wants to but season 5 and 6 have the best overarching themes of the whole series#and if you shit talk the latter half of the show you literally just don't get it and i feel sooooo sorry for you
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#dhmis#dhmis fanart#dhmis comis#duck dhmis#yellow guy dhmis#yellow guy#my art#fanart#my dhmis stuff#this is between 5 and 6 of the first season
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god seeing the rinshi scene in ep 2 got me falling on the floor giggling to myself in the dark tehehehehehe
and then screaming during the yukio suicide scenes
#i love rinshi so much#honestly one of my favorite chapters TBH!!#i loved the cuts between the cute rinshi scene#and yukio about to kill himself#i love yukio fyi#but like omg#seeing bro like this is so sad#its only downhill for now#no redemption arc until like season5??#season 6 maybe even???#which given the fact that seasons 3 4 and 5#are all released within the span of a year...#who knows when season 5 will be 😭😭#please voln 🙏 🙏#i NEED to see the rin v yukio fight before the manga is over#or at least before i graduate 🙏 🙏 🙏#rin okumura#blue exorcist#yukio okumura#rinshi#shiemi moriyama
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Every live-action Star Wars show when it comes time to stick the landing:
#not you ridiculously sick lightsaber fight you were easily in the top 10 of the franchise#I was SCREAMING during that#7 7 7 3 9 8 8 6#those are my rankings#sorry#I want season two#but just because I believe this show can Do Better#the acolyte#the acolyte spoilers#there were two maybe three direct references to movie lines#and it grates#you get one#maybe two#but eventually I just go “ahahaha I see what you did ehhhhh”#maybe some things will make sense but#I#eh#I DIDN'T FEEL THE BOND BETWEEN OSHA AND MAE#AND I THINK THAT'S A PROBLEM#I'm not a difficult guy to convince#i'm a sucker for that stuff#and it...wasn't there#also how did Osha and Qimir lose ALL of their tension and charm?#like...I was so on board with them two episodes ago#but now suddenly that's gone#my problem is that if a finale ranks below an 8 it's generally Bad#they're supposed to be big and have little to no missteps#(sometimes you can go small and just make ZERO missteps...looking at you Teen Titans Season 5 keep it up!!!)#so yeah this is...oof#LIGHTSABER FIGHT ROCKED
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Raymond Reddington
Season 5 Episode 6 - The Travel Agency
#james spader#raymond reddington#the blacklist#reddington#red#raymond red reddington#blacklist#tbl#my screenshots#screenshot edit#5x6#season 5 episode 6#loml#husband#daddy#this episode was reeeeal good and exciting!!!!!#BUT MOST IMPORTSNT GOLF TOURNAMENT BETWEEN DEMBE AND RED THAT WAS THE CUTEST SHIT OK!!!!!! I LOVE THE BROS SO SO MUCH MUST PROTECT AT ALL#COSTS!!!!!!!!!💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️#but fuuuck me this epiaode had nice Raymond crotch scenes👀👀👀👀 yum his pants made me happay very very happaaaay🤤💥💥💥#AND CAN WE SPEAK ABOUT THAT ONE INTERROGATION SCENE WHERE RED HANDLES A NEEDLE IM FUUCK FUCK FUCKFUCK FUUCKING THAT WAS FUCKING HOTTTT AUG#loooved his vest a lot#raymond reddington outfit#raymond reddington glasses#raymond reddington eyes#raymond reddington face
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Brainy had noted a change in Zor-El’s demeanour from the moment he’d first dispelled his image inducer.
There had been an intensity about him ever since they’d been paired together to create the virus intended to stop Oscar. At the time, Brainy had simply elected to ignore it. Adjusting to Earth had not been easy for him, after all, and Zor-El had clearly been haunted by phantoms of his own past—those that did not take the shape of something that could be so easily conquered.
Brainy hadn’t pressed. It was an… uncomfortable topic for a great many reasons. Reasons he, too, had chosen to overlook. Besides, their most pressing task had taken his full attention… barring – of course - a tiny, negligible… mere handful, of thought tracks that could have potentially mulled things over if given the opportunity. But there was none. Of course, there was none.
Obviously.
It wasn’t until they were alone together on the Legion ship that Brainy allowed himself to re-open those specific thought tracks, skirting over them in finer detail as he simultaneously marked out the co-ordinates for Argo City with a superfluous flick of his right hand.
The ship had been silent since their departure from Earth’s atmosphere, a soft purr from the engines acting as the only sign of life.
Brainy was no stranger to long silences, especially on journeys where he found himself far removed from the goings on of the rest of his crew, far too immersed in his own work. Now, though? Well, the removal of his inhibitors often left him restless, encouraging him to fill every space with a thought or calculation to occupy his time. His mind ran faster than it ever had before, so much that slowing it down to a purely biological mindset was oftentimes inconceivable, especially if he’d worked himself up.
Had he done so now? Perhaps the mere idea of this journey had triggered something in him, because suddenly all those thoughts had nowhere left to hide.
Brainy twisted his ring mindlessly around his finger, pinching skin, digging into the indentations with his thumbnail. When that proved an insufficient distraction, he leant forward in his chair, sending himself on fruitless ventures around the circumference of the navigation room. His legs kicked empty air as his mind continued to whirr, thinking – no – fearing that his theory may have been correct.
Running out of relevant physical and mental stimulus to occupy his time, he admitted something of defeat by leaping from his chair, heading instead in the direction that he had last seen Zor-El before he had conveniently wandered off.
He hadn’t gotten far. In fact, he was stood in the adjacent hallway, staring out through the ceiling to floor windows that ran in a curved slope down the left-hand side of the wall.
Outside, the world was still, the darkness of space only interrupted by sparse flecks of microscopic balls of light, glowing from a lifetime away. It was impossible to tell what Zor-El was thinking in that moment, although Brainy considered it might have been hope for what was to come; to see his home again – if only in part.
But something cold had settled in Brainy’s stomach from the moment he’d stepped through the arch, and he felt a question rise suddenly on his tongue. And so, it was with a wary curiosity that Brainy wandered the hallway to join Zor-El, his hands folded tightly to the base of his spine.
He swallowed down the urge to ask and cleared his throat, electing instead to tell. “We should reach Argo in the next four hours, twenty-five minutes, sixteen—twelve—seconds,” Brainy said, flinching at his own miscalculation. He had failed to account for the seconds that had passed in the time it had taken him to deliver said information. A schoolboy’s error, one that he did not make lightly. After all, the difference between a few seconds could often mean life or death.
Life or death. It certainly felt that way now, waiting on Zor-El’s response. The arm on Brainy’s internal clock couldn’t have ticked slower if it had tried.
Eventually, Zor-El lowered his head, blinking away decades-worth of reverie. He failed to meet Brainy’s eye. “Very well.”
The question was back again, nagging on the tip of his tongue. Brainy scratched awkwardly at his collar, drawing forward a little impulsively. “Have I… done something to offend?”
He had assumed the answer long before this conversation, and yet Brainy still felt a sinking in his stomach when Zor-El drew to his full height, easing his shoulders back as he continued to regard the emptiness ahead of him. “My wife and I always taught our daughter to see the best in people,” he spoke calmly, his dark eyes tracking the stars one by one, “only I never realised that those teachings might one day extend to one of your—kind.”
Zor-El’s gaze moved suddenly, no longer capturing the world outside, but rather holding firm on the one reflection cast against the glass. Of Brainy’s ghostly silhouette, the glow of his projectors a subdued brilliance in the simulated dusk of the ship’s dimly lit hall.
“Ah,” Brainy said tightly. His mouth was suddenly very dry. He swallowed hard, clenching his hands behind his back. “I had suspected.”
“And so you admit it!” Zor-El said immediately, spinning suddenly to face him. His expression was a mask of perfect fury. Staunch and unyielding. “I recognised those markings on your uniform the moment I awoke from that hell.” He laughed colourlessly. “And that moniker they call you, as though your heritage is nothing but a fallacy. Now, you show your true colours hidden behind that image modifier of yours, parading yourself about so bluntly, as if you have no shame.” His lips twitched dangerously. “But I know you.”
For a moment, all Brainy wanted was to dare the words right out of Zor-El’s mouth, but he didn’t get the chance. Zor-El was far too quick.
“You are one of them. A Brainiac.”
“Brainiac-5,” Brainy corrected lightly, holding firm in his stance. “You may call me Querl, if that’s—”
“I may call you nothing!” Zor-El spat. “You are an enemy to our people. Have you told my daughter what you did?”
“What my ancestor did.” Brainy bristled, biting down hard on his tongue to keep from speaking out of turn. Still, his anger stirred deep inside, restless in its pursuit to freedom. Brainy refused it. It felt as though he had been refusing it for far too long. Instead, he said, “I have told her what he was responsible for. I have told them all.”
Zor-El made a derisive sound. “He. Is that how you worded it, is that why she has forgiven you so easily?”
“I am not responsible for my ancestor’s actions. I have done nothing but strive—”
“Is that so?” Zor-El spoke over him. “Then answer me this, Brainiac, are you not bound to the minds of your clan? Do you not hear their voices as though they were your own?”
Brainy flinched, his lips thinning into a tasteless smile. His anger somersaulted into something more indulgent, veering towards petulance. He folded his arms. “I would ask how you know this,” Brainy said levelly, cocking his head, “only I know the answer already. For, Kara told me what you used my people for on Krypton.”
Zor-El’s eyes were as dark as coals. He shrugged, running a hand across his jaw. As though it made no difference at all. “Yes, we worked with the Coluans.”
“They worked for you,” Brainy corrected. “You used my people, outfitted them for your own means all in the name of making your planet greater.” He barked out a sarcastic laugh, gesturing to himself with a flourish. “Just as I performed today. Did I not save your so-called invention from destroying Earth?”
“My only error was to trust in Coluan technology in the first place,” Zor-El said coldly, raising his chin. “But I suspect you know just how temperamental it can be. Brainiac-8 is also your relation, is she not?”
Brainy’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t see how that is relevant.”
“No, you don’t,” Zor-El cried. “Because that would mean admitting fault. You say you oh-so heroically saved this planet today, then I say it is the least you could have done after the abduction of Kandor, of the havoc that was subsequently wreaked on Krypton’s core, of everything the Brainiacs have destroyed!”
Brainy ran his tongue over his front teeth, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. “Okay, okay, I see where this is going,” he said, sinking back into a more languid stance. “My ancestor’s sins were abominable, I make no argument for him, but just hours ago it was you that was admitting fault for Krypton’s destruction. It is only logical you would wish to divert that blame elsewhere now that you are mere hours from what remains of your home, from your wife. So that you may lessen your own guilt.”
Maybe that had been the wrong thing to say, but Brainy no longer cared for tact. His anger was agitating again, spitting and swirling inside his stomach, and no amount of breathing exercises or Dolly Parton was about to take that away.
Zor-El’s eyes were wide. “You dare speak to me in this way?”
“Look at where you are, Zor-El,” Brainy said. “The ship in which you stand. Your fight isn’t with me. Stand down and we continue to Argo, to your people and your wife. Persist and I will gladly divert our course back to Earth so that another of my friends may make this journey with you.” He quirked a brow. “And believe me when I say that turning this ship around would take just a fraction of my mental capabilities.” He waved a hand towards the console in the room over with more aggression than was needed, clenching his fist. At the same time, their current course flashed across the screen, pasting itself as a 3D image above the control panel.
Zor-El offered it one scathing look before huffing his disapproval, turning back towards the window. “Typical Coluan egotism,” he muttered.
“Typical Kryptonian pig-headedness,” Brainy shot back, enjoying the way Zor-El’s shoulders drew together at the insult.
Neither one of them spoke a word after that, though Brainy suspected the rest of their journey together would not be a pleasant experience.
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They landed in a quiet pasture on the outskirts of the city, just before sundown. The tallest points of Argo’s developing structures were barely visible from their vantage, smothered by a dense treeline.
Only one person stood to greet them. Brainy recognised her the moment they stepped outside, for she shared the same kind smile as her daughter’s.
Alura Zor-El swept her husband into her arms the second he stumbled into the grass, no longer guided by the light-footedness he’d found so easily beneath a yellow sun. Brainy deftly averted his gaze when the two embraced, not wishing to encroach on the moment. No matter how tense their trip here had become, Zor-El deserved this moment of reunion with his wife. With everything he’d lost.
Besides, rage was not new to Brainy’s systems by now, and with the last few hours of silence to help gather his thoughts, he’d been able to put much of his anger aside in favour of a more optimistic outlook.
One that reminded him that he would be making the return trip alone. Indeed, soon he would be putting a sizeable distance between himself and all the contempt that Zor-El held for him.
It was only when Brainy heard Alura’s sharp intake of breath that he tuned back into the here and now.
She was no longer in the arms of her husband but had rather taken a step forward before falling quite still, studying Brainy with meticulous curiosity. She folded her hands in front of her, reviewing at first his hair, then his face, then the dot formation across his chest.
Brainy’s stomach clenched the further her eyes travelled. A part of him wished he’d activated his image inducer again before leaving the ship. Maybe that would have made things easier.
When Alura took another step forward, Brainy braced himself for the worst, stiffening when her eyes widened in surprise.
“You—” she said, and for one awful moment Brainy felt sure that she might strike him. Flashes of a familial sneer caught in his memory banks, and as Alura drew closer, he suddenly couldn’t tell her face apart from the mother that haunted his own childhood. It felt harder to hold his own against her, somehow, and he had to fight his every instinct not to retreat.
Instead, he was faced with the most curious of attacks. One that came in the form of a hug.
Flummoxed, Brainy held still in Alura’s embrace, not daring to breathe again until she’d released him. When she did, her brow furrowed, recognising his bewilderment.
“It is you, isn’t it?” she asked, suddenly uncertain of herself. “Brainy, of the Legion?”
Wordlessly, Brainy nodded. He could feel Zor-El’s eyes on him, but didn’t dare turn from Alura.
Alura’s face crumpled into a relieved smile. She bowed her head into a formal greeting. “I had hoped that we might one day meet,” she admitted. “There are many here who have wished the same. To meet you—to thank you.”
Now, Brainy was truly at a loss. “Thank me?” he repeated flatly.
“Thank him?” Zor-El echoed, equally dumbfounded.
“But of course,” Alura said, scooping Brainy’s hands suddenly into her own. Her eyes were bright. “Some years ago now, I was reunited with my daughter. She came with a friend – Mon-El of the Legion. He brought with him a piece of technology, your invention, one that helped eradicate Thalonite Lung completely from our community, as well as many other childhood ailments. So much of our medical history was lost on Krypton, but your invention filled in many of the gaps in our knowledge. It saved our children, our future.” Alura kissed him suddenly on the cheek, squeezing his hands. “You have my gratitude. You have Argo’s gratitude.”
For the first time in a long time, Brainy’s mind drew a total, unnerving blank. He stared at Alura uncomprehendingly, clearing his throat with more force than was necessary. “I—uh—I mean – you’re—you are very welcome.”
Alura chuckled, patting his knuckles gently. “This was not the welcome you had anticipated, was it?”
Brainy’s face fell. “Not at all,” he admitted, earning another laugh from Kara’s mother. “I—I suspect that you too know of my family’s history.”
Alura’s expression changed then. A profound sadness swept through her eyes. Sympathy, not scorn. “Yes,” she said, nodding slowly. “But… we do not choose our families. When I sent my daughter away, I only hoped that she would find safety on Earth, find a family, and I was fortunate that my prayers were answered. Not all of us are as lucky.” She smiled kindly. ���We choose our paths, and from what Kara has told me, the path you have chosen is a noble one. So, Argo welcomes you, Brainiac-5.”
“This is all true?” Zor-El asked into the silence that Brainy left. He’d made an attempt at moving closer since his wife had begun to speak, a waver of distrust still evident in his dark eyes.
Alura paid it no mind, turning to take Zor-El’s face in her hands. “Oh, my dear husband. Every word.”
A pained look pulled Zor-El’s brow taut, and for a moment he said nothing at all. Eventually, he took his wife’s hand with a tenderness that spoke the years they’d been apart, holding her fingers there against his cheek, as though afraid of what might happen if he let go.
Brainy knew that feeling all too well. His heart ached to recall his own forced separation from Nia, how ardently he’d held onto her when the dust had settled after all the mistakes he’d made. He imagined now how her eyes would have lit up seeing another world like Argo, how different this experience might have been had she been at his side.
But perhaps this discomfort had been necessary, because when Zor-El finally turned to face Brainy, there was no more hatred left to greet him.
Instead, he said, “I believe I owe you an apology, Querl Dox.”
Brainy’s lips twitched. “And I you.” He shrugged. “I could have—handled your scorn better.”
Zor-El laughed. “You handled it well,” he assured him. “I-I admit that I have not been the easiest to deal with since my return from the Phantom Zone. My guilt—it was unfair to make that your burden. You have proven who you are over and over in the short time I have been reunited with my daughter; I just let my pig headedness get in the way of seeing that.”
“I am certain my Coluan ego did not help matters.” Brainy smirked. “But… I forgive you.”
Alura glanced between them both, a smile of her own playing on her lips. “I imagine the trip here was quite tense?”
Brainy and Zor-El both laughed at that. “You could say that,” Zor-El said.
Alura rolled her eyes, beckoning them towards the woods. “Come, then, both of you, before it gets too dark. Let me show you around.”
Lulled by this new serenity in his emotional state, Brainy nearly followed after her. He stopped himself short, clenching his hands reluctantly. “I—I must be returning to Earth. The Super Friends—”
Alura cut him off, swooping in to take his arm. “And you will. But please, Querl, allow me this opportunity? As I say, many of the people here have wanted to thank you.”
Brainy realised he could not deny her. Perhaps he didn’t want to. The invention he had created had been for the betterment of all society, and while he had never envisioned it landing a thousand years in the past, helping the remnant of a planet thought to be destroyed in the fallout of his own ancestor’s attack, he supposed it was somewhat fitting.
He may not have been responsible for Krypton’s destruction, but if he was able to do something to help the people who had suffered because of it, then there was absolutely no question. He was grateful Mon-El had been able to use it here, and it warmed Brainy’s heart to know that he had shared stories of the Legion with the people of Argo City while he had been there. Enough that, perhaps, the name Brainiac might instil something other than fear in the hearts of the children who ran free here. Healthy… because of him.
And so, Briany nodded. “A few hours, then,” he agreed.
Alura’s smile widened. “Excellent!”
With that, Brainy fell into step with Zor-El and, together, they let Alura guide them home.
#supergirl#supergirl fanfiction#brainiac 5#zor-el#alura zor-el#brainia#querl dox#brainy#my writing#i've wanted to write a scene like this for a reallllllly long time#and i started writing the dialogue as of season 3 of my supergirl rewatch and then finished it as of season 6#and this is the result of that. my purely self indulgent fic on conversations i wish had happened in the show#still kills me that we didn't get to see any tension between zor-el and brainy in the actual show. there was such an OPPORTUNITY.#wasted. utterly wasted. so obviously i had to write this.
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RvB Season tiermaker
It's a bit hard to see, so the seasons are as follows:
Perfect: 6, 9, 10, 14
Great: 7, 8, 12, 13
Good: 15, 17
Meh: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 11, 16
Bad: Restoration
Terrible: None
RvB Zero: Zero
#id say its a tossup between 6 and 9 as my top favorite season#my disclaimer for 1-5 is theyre kinda blended together in my head so idk if i can pick one out thats better than the others#theta thoughts#rvb#reddin and bluein
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I watched Rebel Moon and I don't know exactly but it feels like there was a kernel of a really great movie trapped in a lot of chaotic writing and poor character development and A LOT of slow motion shots?
#Rebel Moon#Rebel Moon critical#I guess?#would have been better as a limited series TV show?#like eight episodes or something#episode 1: establish Kora and Gunnar and the threat to Veldt and the decision to find aid#episode 2: Providence and meeting Kai#episode 3: tarrack backstory and Tarrack joining up#episode 4: Nemeisis backstory and her joining up#episode 5: Titus backstory and just A LOT more Titus content!#seriously you have Djimon Hounsou and he speaks a sum total of 7 lines or something???#episode 6: Bloodaxe siblings backstory and negotiating with them#episode 7: Oh No Kai was a traitor all along!! the epire kills King Levitica and captures the gang#episode 8: epic space battle of the dreadnought against the gang and face-off between Kora and Noble#voila#rebel moon season one right there
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No one will ever be the x files again bc no shows have 400 episodes a season with 2 main characters who have insane chemistry the entire time but the showrunner hates the fans and refuses to ever make it canon in any satisfying way unless they're being held at gunpoint by the studio to do so
#Sometimes shit being drawn out forever and barely being made canon only at the very end really is the best you can get#Like sometimes a relationship that is strung along and teased at for 500 yrs to keep fans coming back just hits better#It's like how most my fave gay ships are 100% queerbait or just read between the lines shit#I mean even xena which was all but canon fits this#Like who wants boring canon a season in when we can get bizarre insane chemistry for 5 6 7 seasons#And it be vaguely unsatisfying in a satisfying way#The x files
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First frost was last night! In my personal practice, that’s how I mark Demeter’s daughter’s descent and Her transition into Her cthonic aspects
I don’t use the equinoxes because it’s still usually too winter-y in March in my area, so it feels a little silly to welcome spring with snow on the ground. Instead, I use the first sighting of a blue flag iris (I previously used the first crocus), which is usually in the start of April. For the fall, first frost usually happens mid-October, just as the leaves are really starting to change, whereas the equinox may still be pretty warm and the leaves are still fully green
#local cultus#my practice#this way its still around 6 months between my seasonal markings#although some years its 5 months and other years its 7
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on the topic of 5 episode runs in txf (my opinion being that the first 5 episodes are some of the best of the whole series, on their own and as a collective) i was wondering if their were other sets of 5 that would come close to that. mine are:
pilot deep throat squeeze conduit and the jersey devil, as mentioned above, are quite literally peak television and set up the series perfectly (@cutemothman sums it up very well here)
drive triangle dreamland I dreamland II and how the ghosts stole christmas from the beginning of season 6 is also very strong, drive being the only weak episode for me (though still a good episode, i just think the others are on another level) (i'm watching htgsc right now, it's also peak television imo)
there has to be a perfect set in season 3 but it's tricky for me... i think my pick would be jose chung's from outer space avatar quagmire wetwired and talitha cumi, a good set to finish off the season
anyway i'd be interested to hear if y'all have other sets of 5!! maybe a silly prompt but fun to think about :)
#the x files#gabby.txt#i also think there's gotta be a good set in season 5 but s5 has some random stinkers thrown in between some perfect episodes lol#there might also be another set in s6 tbh#i always think i don't like season 6 and then i watch it and remember that it's actually pretty good lol
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im dying he r fkcuking face
#im rewatching mlp while farming gw or at least i think it still counts as rewatching but i dont remember#i know i never watched all of it#i got to season 5 and was like okay i def remember the first two eps and some in between#but i dont remember the finale so i must not have watched season 6#but i was like but isn't there another dragon episode???? and it's in season 6 and i remember that episode#but i like don't think i remember the other ones????????#i might have watched season 6#there's no way i watched beyond that tho#did netflix ever actually have 5 & 6 bc i know they're dumb af and only have 1 - 4 right now?#did hulu ever have them???????#bc i this is the first time im sailing the high seas to watch pony shit so i must have watched them in some official capacity before??#anyways ive been wheezing at this fucking clip and idk if it's just bc ive lost my mind from farming#the FUKGCING FACE SHE MAKES IS ENDING ME
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look maybe my most deeply held conviction as pertains to btvs is that if they absolutely HAD to start making comics after the show ended they should've stuck to prequels and extended universe stuff and maybe AT MOST oneshots following up on side characters from the show. buffy post-chosen should never, ever appear. her story is finished. it's over. it ended and it ended beautifully. for fuck's sake let her rest
#buffyposting#look jorts weedman was always a shitty person but i kind of genuinely believe#that the comics are when he started to really lose his soul#like by all accounts he was a nightmare to work with on btvs#but at least he *cared*#for the first 5-6 seasons at least#and to take that thing you've cared so much about and worked so hard on for so long#and brought to a satisfying conclusion despite it all#and keep it going like some kind of shambling reanimated mockery of itself#idk it's always felt like a cynical cash grab to me#the buffy comics are what bridges the gap between btvs whedon and avengers whedon
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