I can’t even begin to explain how shitty this is????????????????
Also I just can’t see this show going forward from here…michael was such an intrinsic part of the show.
Like…They’re actually going to put Jane and Raf back together, it’s CLEAR that that’s happening. Which is just? So incredibly frustrating
Why save him at all? It’s not like he’s had a huge storyline this season (most of it has been recovery centered which is now. Well.) It feels like they brought him back solely for Jane to lose her virginity to him, as if that would “throw a bone” to this side of the fandom so they could then get on with Raf and Jane. I’m.
They skipped three years so they don’t even have to address the grief. Like. If you’re going to kill a character you should at least properly deal with the ramifications of that I’m sorry.
Bringing back the abusive af rose and Luisa relationship? I’m so tired. I mean I saw it coming but. Honestly what made this show good was the balance between the jane plot and the drug ring plot, and a large part of that had to do with Michael. Both in being with Jane and spearheading the detective aspect. Sin rostro was michaels case. He sacrificed so much for it. He was supposed to be the one to solve it. He was supposed to be the one to finish it. Are we just done completely with the police stuff now? I loved that part of the show and have missed it this season, even with Michael still there.
They didn’t even giving him a good death scene. I get that that’s how life works but really? A throwaway scene in the last minutes of the episode? After everything?
No more Rogelio and Michael
No more Mateo and Michael (or baby Mateo in general which is :( )
No more jane and Michael
And most significantly…Just no more michael.
I’m angry and upset and I realize a lot of that has to do with yes, half of my otp and one of my favorite characters dying. But also the more I process the more I become aware of how sloppy this was written and planned and that’s equally upsetting to me.
I was looking at my past art recently, and for some reason it just really got me down. I feel like half of my art is really on the low-quality end, and it’s been making me really insecure about all of my art.
I sorta did a redraw of a cotton candy garnet piece I made a year ago… except more like, melancholy - to match my mood I guess. This is my way of showing myself that I’m not all bad, and I am improving. But idk, it’s still hard to be happy with any of my drawings anymore :/
all reblogs/likes/commentary is very much appreciated
Shallura: Mom and Dad relationship
Shidge: Dad and daughter/son
Sheith: Brother relationship
Shance: Lance teaching Shiro memes
Shunk: This is a ship?
Klance: Space Ranger Partners (cred to Jeremy for the name)
Kunk: “Bro…you light up my world” “..Bro..”
Kidge: Salty sister meets Bad Brother
Kallura: I have no commentary for this for specific reasons.
Lank: TOTAL BROTP LET’S GO REK SOME STUFF BRO
Lidge: Meme brother meets meme sister
Lallura: “Hello pretty lady” “I am married.”
Hidge: Cute techies wanting to have fun and play video games
Pallura: “Mom you literally don’t understand.” “WELL TEACH ME!”
The kids haven’t taken naps at the same time in ages. The older one barely naps at all these days. But this week they’ve been sick. Everyone in the house has had some iteration of this plague, complete with noses that are simultaneously stuffy and running, fevers, chills,and headaches.
Katniss feels a little guilty that she got over it pretty quickly. Usually, when she catches something from the young ones it lingers for weeks. But somehow, both her and Peeta caught the bug and got over it within a couple days. Feeling better and having some hope of immunity makes caring for their poor sick kids less stressful.
She does not feel guilty that Peeta is home today. He’s still sneezing a lot, and he doesn’t feel comfortable baking for others in his condition, but is otherwise fine. Mighty fine. Just looking at him is making her feel flushed.
About 5 minutes after Peeta starts doing laundry, Katniss realizes her raised temperature has nothing to do with the family’s recent illness. The way he always washes as much as possible, and therefore does laundry in gym shorts and nothing else has always been attractive.
There are sheets in the dryer. Perfect.
The kids never nap at the same time.
“Time to get those sheets on the bed ready for the hamper.” Katniss winks as she grabs Peeta’s shorts and starts tugging him towards their room.
The kids stay asleep for an hour and a half before stirring. The sheets, shorts, and Katniss’ sweatpants go directly into the next load of laundry.
Like for real, you’re going to tell the Scottish person their 100 year old Scottish scone recipe that’s been quite literally handed down through their family in the original recipe book, that their traditional recipe isn’t accurate?
Tell me, I’m interested, how did you imagine this conversation would go in your head? 🙃
Watermelon Bubblegum and a Hint of Mint (Trolls Fanfic)
I finally finished! Did somebody say ANOTHER KISS? Did somebody say an actual kiss, perhaps even make out? Well, I surely hope so because that’s what you’re getting. And I confess that because of that I had trouble rating this lol, I ended up leaving it as “all audiences” but if you think I should level it up to “Teens” let me know lol
Summary: Poppy and Branch are getting used to having talks under the moonlight in the highest spot of the Toll Tree before bed. They share secrets, fears, hopes, dreams, and perhaps, even a heartfelt, most needed kiss.
The best thing about living in the Troll Tree was the height. It was really tall. Poppy had also picked the highest pod to live, so she could watch over every single one of her friends, her people. As a bonus, she got to sneak out to one of the most elevated branches of the tree almost every night after a long day of singing, dancing, and new treaties of friendship with the Bergens with her… er, roommate.
After discovering there were too many Trolls for the current number of available pods on the Tree, they came to the conclusion they would have to share until they could grow as many pods as necessary. As Bergen Town also changed and was now a very colorful, environment-friendly city, King Gristle had told her, she only had to say the word and the Trolls could start to grow pods on every tree they wanted.
Poppy had thanked him, but decided that it would be better to keep the Trolls in one place where she could easily watch over them at first, at least until they acclimated to the city. The good thing was that the Troll Tree had enough room to grow enough pods, but it would take time. It would also be quicker to grow them all in one place too.
So, until all the pods were ready, some Trolls would have to share. They didn’t mind that much, but Poppy insisted that everyone got their own pod first before her, because what kind of ruler would she be if she was selfish? It definitely didn’t have anything to do with the fact that she was having the time of her life sharing a home with Branch.