concept: a TV show runs for a decent number of years. More than four. The characterizations stay consistent. The writers don’t do anything wildly inappropriate like excuse rape or abuse. No one you’ve invested hours upon hours of your life into has their story reduced to a “shocking” death scene that has no meaning beyond that shock value. The quality of the storylines don’t take a sudden, strange spiral downward. When it ends, you leave it feeling bittersweet. Sad that it’s over, but glad you got to experience it and take a journey with some people who you came to care about.
a concept: me, in my underwear and an oversized shirt, cooking breakfast for someone who loves me a lot. the dogs are at my feet. it is snowing, but we are warm. donald trump has apologized for all the stupid stuff he’s said.
