This is the last of the Week of Eyes sketches, and the first several sketches in my series of noses. I’m not displeased with how they are going, and I’m certain then will look better in anatomical context, but man — I still hate drawing noses.
I have spent the last several day consumed by the fannish aftermath of The Good Place finale. There’s a popular meme format around Tumblr called “________________ Spoilers Without Context,” which usually uses images unrelated to the given media that will obliquely harken back to a moment in the show/episode, but only if the reader has seen said media. I can’t find one for the finale yet or I would have linked it. Suffice it to say, approach this one armed with plenty of fluids to keep you hydrated. If you’ve any thoughts on said finale, I’d love to hear them.
It hurts letting this show go, far more than I anticipated it would three years ago when I started watching. I initially started watching because my husband had been intrigued by the premise, and we caught up with it via Netflix — the first season was a whirlwind that was hard to walk away from — we marathoned the entire thing in maybe a week, and that took an incredible amount of restraint on our part. Since then, watching week by week, it became one of my absolute favorite pieces of media of all time, with some of my favorite characters, and one of my favorite ensemble casts ever.
I am not someone who knows how to like things casually. I don’t “sort of” get into a lot of things. More often than not, I am either entirely disinterested, or I am in, with every fiber of my being. This was a show that captured my whole heart, and I will miss it with my whole heart as well.
There is a passage in a book by Banana Yoshimoto that I often point people too when they try to talk about that feeling of a favorite piece of media — be it a book series or movie franchise or show — ending, because it captures the feeling (for everyone, but especially for those of us with various media as our Special Interests) so well:
I’ve been going back and reading some of my favorite fanfic in the aftermath of the finale. I try to keep this blog relatively tame, so I sadly can’t link a lot of the fic I read, ahem (though, as deeply and utterly as I am in love with Chidi/Eleanor, I can enthusiastically recommend most fics tagged Hellstrop (or Eleanor/Michael)).
However, there was one fic I sought out today that I read when it was still new. It remains very underrated, and it deserves so much more love than it’s gotten.
somewhere else, by zedpm. Tahani, Chidi, and Jason reckon with being alive. Written prior to the premiere of Season Three, it would now be considered AU, but it is beautifully written and satisfying, with so many moments that ached, much in the same way the finale did.
It’s Saturday night, guys. Go do something good.