#tvrant

HOTD EP 5 SPOILERS!!

warnings: mentions of hotd/got normality, swearing

whilst watching the new ep i didn't actually know who daemon was being fed bs by but BOI

I was honestly a little scared the writers would take on rhaenyra being daemons daughter (ew) , but now I think what they've taken on now is MUCH, MUCH worse. so in the scene we get to see daemon being lied to about his kingliness or wtvr (obviously delusional) proceeding with the reveal that he was in fact eating out his mother?!?! my question is

wtf

did he actually?

why was this necessary?

now on to alicent and cole

Cole is too scared and too stupid to be kings hand, or make any decisions in battle . the new Matt Donovan at this point, when will it end?

I find it hilarious that alicent thought any of the MEN on council would be ok with her taking over the throne AGAIN. her hypocrisies also wreak of stupidity (besides the fact she raised aegon and aemond), she made a point to put down Rhaenyra in council and then acts shocked when she too is put down by the council. its almost like alicent believes its her cunning that persuaded the men, like she's oblivious to her own misogyny.

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TV! The absolute plague of our modern world, a device that seems to suck every last ounce of intellect and curiosity out of people. It’s infuriating to witness the masses glued to their screens, consuming the same regurgitated nonsense day after day. Reality shows filled with vapid drama, sensationalist news designed to inflame rather than inform, and shallow sitcoms that insult even the dullest of minds this is what we’ve allowed to become our culture? I could scream!  

The worst part? Nobody even questions it anymore. It’s like we’re all just sleepwalking through this entertainment-fuelled dystopia, happy to swap our minds for a 30-minute fix of meaningless drivel. What happened to reading? To critical thinking? To the desire to *know* something beyond who got eliminated from some talent show? The appetite for genuine education has been swallowed whole by this beast, leaving a hollow void where curiosity used to thrive.  

I HATE living in a world where this is the norm! A world where people can name every contestant on some trashy dating show but can’t tell you the basic principles of their own political system or even locate their own country on a map. It’s maddening to the core!  

And let’s not even get started on the damage it does to our attention spans. Have you tried having a conversation with someone who lives for TV? They can barely stay engaged unless there’s a laugh track or a dramatic twist every five seconds. It’s like they’ve forgotten how to function in reality, preferring instead the endless numbing embrace of the screen.  

It’s a warped world, and the TV is its cruel ringleader. I despise it with every fibre of my being. If only people would wake up, put down the remote, and actually engage with life, we might have a shot at being a society worth saving. But until then? We’re just circling the drain, and the TV is the one pulling the plug. 

Disgusting.

Grey's Anatomy [7x22 ending] "It's easier to be alone" speech (by jgd98ei)

I reblogged the episode's ending quote by Meredith earlier this week. But there is more I want to say, and it won't leave me alone until I write it down.

The writing in this episode was fantastic. From how they handled the Christina/Owen conflict, to Meredith getting over her fear of being a mother only to be rejected by Dereck, to the horror of the staff telling all the families their loved ones were dead, to Teddy coming to terms with her very real feelings for Henry - the whole thing was heartbreaking and so real. Kudos to Debora Cahn for writing this episode.

After seven seasons, I know Grey's can be a little on the soapy side. But the show has always excelled at powerful moments. This was one of them. 

I watch a lot of TV shows. Probably more than I should. I grow attached to the characters, relationships and worlds, and it always breaks my heart whenever I miss an episode, whether it's a half hour comedy or a CW series or a cable show. The content or origin doesn't matter because my heart is in it just as much. It's the reason why I love television in the first place - because I care so much about the fate of the characters I come to know and love.

Amongst those, there are a handful of TV shows that have a special place in my heart. Some, I identify with on a personal level. Some ring with emotional truth. Some, I am fascinated with from a story point of a view. Some get to me because of the way they are written and acted. 

And then, there some shows that have become a part of me because I grew up with them. I was barely a teenager when I first started watching them, and they helped get through the tough transitional years of adolescence. These shows brought me comfort when I felt like nothing would ever make any sense, they gave me a pretense of a life when I thought I would never have one, and they showed me the possibilities of what life could be. Granted, they are fiction, and most of them are unrealistic in their portrayal of adolescence, parenting, life, and the world in general. But even in the craziest of story-lines, there was always a ring of emotional truth that my own life could not provide me.

It took me a while to find my own happiness in the real world. Now that I have it, I never want to let it go again. But I would have never gotten to where I am today without these shows pulling me up along the way and giving me faith even in the darkest of moments. This is something very few people understand. But I would not be the person I am without my shows.

And so, watching the series finale of Smallville made my heart tighten in my chest. It brought me to tears. It made me swell with joy. It made smile.

I knew I would be sad to see the show go and to know that no new episodes would ever grace our screens. But nothing prepared me for the hurt I felt as the last frames faded to black and I realized that a part of me was disappearing along with the show. It was a bittersweet goodbye. The two-hour finale was perfect in every single way, and I couldn't be more thankful to the writers for giving us that beautiful, powerful ending.

Perhaps what I loved the most about the episode was the theme that it explored and how closely it related to what I have been going through personally. It made me love and miss this show all the more.

The finale was about remembering where you are from and where you grew up, and how you reconcile that with the adult you become. It's about remembering the person who were when you were young and never forgetting that you don't have to leave that part of yourself behind. We are all responsible for our own destiny, very much like Clark finally chose his as Superman. But we also have a responsibility to ourselves to have the courage of embracing our past and present to create a better future.

So, even if it's a just a thought and these words will never reach them, I would like to thank the Smallville creators, writers, and everyone who has ever worked on this show, for a beautiful ten-year ride with Clark Kent and everyone who entered his life. 

I usually don't like procedurals. Of course, there are a few exceptions -- Castle is funny, charming and entertaining, and the show isn't afraid to actually explore its characters and relationships when the time is right. As for Bones, although it's changed from what it used to be in its earlier seasons, the show is smart, funny, has a great cast and brings great insight on the complexity of humanity.

But The Good Wife is, without a doubt, the best procedural TV series to ever grace our TV screens. (Okay, that's a personal opinion. But I really believe that.)

Yes, it's on CBS. But don't let that fool you.

The Good Wife is character driven. It isn't afraid to shock or portray its characters in a (painful, real) dark light. It's consistent, smart and challenging. It portrays the world in the color it really is: grey. It is fast paced when it comes to plot and action, but it always moves at the right pace when it comes to its character and relationship development.

Why the rant?  Because the 6-minute Will/Alicia scene in the Season 2 finale was one of the most perfect moments of television, ever.

After two season of will-they-won't-they and tension build-up between Alicia and Will, The Good Wife had the courage to actually let their golden couple have their moment. And it was nothing short of exceptional.

From the writing (just subtle enough, subtext-heavy, the seemingly trivial obstacles that jeopardized the long-awaited reunion), to the acting (palpable chemistry, emotions etched on faces, silent conversations), to the directing (equivocal, simple shots that let the characters' actions speak for themselves), to the editing (the elevators doors opening and closing, perfectly ascensing in intensity and emotions), to the music pick (I'll let that one speak for itself if you've seen the clip) - it was all PERFECT.

Here is to a show that isn't afraid to end a season with SIX MINUTES of screen time dedicated to one couple. Here is to a show that isn't afraid to let its characters get together and deal with the aftermath (the most interesting part when written well, in my opinion) instead of coming up with silly reasons to keep them apart.