Sometimes You’re Watching M*A*S*H To Have A Good Time, And Other Times The Army Doctors Take Your Heart

I wanted to put in the scene where they send him out into the minefield with a map of New York but couldn’t figure out how to fit it.

Kernel Popcorn

None of my friends watch mash so I have to publicly post me first time reactions and…

Guys s4e23???? I feel like there’s a brick in my stomach. I don’t have words for it.

I wish I had the time to make art for every episode that hit me this hard, but there’s too many

Sometimes you open your new markers and must christen them with dinosaur doodles

for the mash character drawing things, I beg for Charles. I live him so much.

Absolutely! Expect him sometime early Jan.

I 👏 NEED 👏 EARLY 👏 DESTIEL 👏 FIC 👏 RECS

Im on season 4 of my misguided decision to rewatch supernatural and I really love the vibe of them first getting to know each other in the earlier seasons. Any recs?

In case you haven’t gotten your daily dose of lesbians today

✨sports lesbians✨

ART FOR EVERY BOOK I READ THIS SUMMER PART 3: THE SECRET HISTORY BY DONNA TARTT

Life got busy and I forgot about this project but now I’ve recommitted. Soon, you’ll have art for my entire 2024 summer book list!

(Guess who my favorite character was)

It’s not a party until I’ve fallen in love with a fruity priest.

I JUST FINISHED THE WINNERS AND THERE WILL BE MINOR SPOILERS

when I say just I mean like 15 minutes ago— There are still dry tears on my face.

The way Mr Backman spoils the book for us over and over is flawless at giving individuality to the story as a narrative, giving it its own voice, but it’s also a top notch literary device to cultivate plot twists. I was so preoccupied with him telling us—from the beginning—who was going to die that the things that Bang the dog, Mumble’s ending, and all the other little tragedies we watched happen took shocked me to my core

On the subject of the compassion and hopefulness— I can’t even begin to put into words how I feel about the “Time travel can’t be real” lines and the lines written on all the different tombstones in the story, or Alicia’s story

Cannot deal with how the story of Beartown knows itself inside and out and how it tells itself so nonchalantly, spoiling things left and right, and killing our notions of a happy ending before we even get the stupid idea to hope.

"She won't succeed." "It won't be enough." "He will be too late."

But what gets me is how the story also so obviously cares. Cares about the people, about the events that went down, and it knows that the outcome can't be changed but it wishes so damn hard it could be.

"Obviously we still hoped. Dear god, how we hoped." "The people in this town who loved him. There were so many of us."

It's not them, it's us. Almost like the town itself is telling it. Fredrik Backman I am in your walls.