By The Collectress

I binge-watched the entirety of the newest season of Veronica Mars in about two days, and as soon as I semi-recovered from the ending, I thought: how the hell am I going to review this without spoilers??? So I’m not going to. Instead, I want to share with you all a few things that I’ve learned from Veronica over the last 16 years.

Well, fam, I didn’t expect to be here again, writing about Supernatural, again…ever. It’s been a while since my last rantblog about the finale of season 12, and well, I took a season-long break from the show because I didn’t know if I could love it anymore. I recently caught up on the show, just in time for its 300th episode, “Lebanon.”

Supernatural celebrates turning 300 by reminding fans why they fell in love with the show in the first place. For me, it was a surprising dosage of Winchester feels, followed by a jolt of nostalgia. *spoilers below*

If season one of Hulu’s Harlots hooked us on the scandalous nature of 18th century London, season 2 turned us into ravenous addicts. The Mutineer and I watched season 2 in about two days, and they were the wildest two days of my life. I contemplated putting ten gifs of someone screaming to capture the essence of how I felt about the show, but I decided in the end to put my literature degree to use and give a thoughtful critique of the show’s social commentary, because, like I wrote last year, 18th century London is my jam.