Like. We're all super hyped because we know this series intrinsically that we forget that we know this show intrinsically
How bizarre is that?? We don't merely get spoilers on our dashes from episodes we haven't watched yet, we know what will happen at the end, at the end of the next season, in eight years
It's hilarious! It's rediculous! It's like Neil Gaiman would start an open Google doc so we could all watch as he wrote the next Good Omens episode! Only EVEN MORE
"aw this scene will look so cute when they are a couple in college" when the show itself has not even HINTED AT A CRUSH
"damn too bad Luke's the bad guy" WE SAY 3 EPISODES ON
Think about it, people! This is a fandom experience with no ship wars! No headcannons we desperately hope don't collide with cannon! We know every. Single. Thing. That will happen.
And we still watch it.
I have a point with this. Remember how Marvel movies would be đthis closeđ to murdering an actor over spoilers? There's a great post here somewhere on how that's because of the low quality of modern day superhero movies. It's supposed to be a quick hit, a rush of dopamine and special effects and one liners exploding into colour until you walk out of the cinema so dazed you only remember days later that the movie itself wasn't actually that good. These movies aren't built for rewatching, or becoming cult classics. It's fast food. Delicious for the moment, satisfying a certain itch, but not wholesome or precious.
And this. This beautiful series launched with the full knowledge that almost the ENTIRE FANBASE know exactly what was coming, every step. What are premier day spoilers against years of finished arcs.
And still, we watch. We love. We laugh and cry and post about it.
I guess what I'm trying to say is #hopepunk. They think we don't need beautiful, nurturing adaptations? That they've wrecked our mental health so bad we can't concentrate on smth unless the special effects are forcefully grabbing our attention? That older things get forgotten as quickly as Tick Tock trends? They were wrong. We love, and we care. Not everything bows to the rules of fast production capitalism. We aren't a predicted consumer statistic.
We love Percy Jackson.
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yoooo guys these wings my dad made look INSANE i canât wait to try them tomorrow
Alright girls, you know what we need to do
I was debating pre- and post- smartphone existentialism with an older gentleman today and he stopped part way through and said âWhy are you a security guard? Why arenât you teaching this at some college somewhere?â And I didnât know what to say so I went with âWell I used to make art but nobody pays an artistâ
something holy inside you wants to get out but you canât let it
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www.worldcat.org/
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http://bioline.org.br/
repec.org
science.gov
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One of the kids Iâm babysitting rn just asked me, âMiss Amy, can I tell you a secret?â and then informed me that his brother does not have blood anymore, because they saw a doctor take it
beautifully said. đ
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