greenghouls
greenghouls

the thing i've learned from extensively lurking on sunnyblr is that so many sunny fans are shockingly analytical and articulate and incredibly good at dissecting the material of the show—to the point where if you had never seen it before and you read a meta analysis from a fan you would be like wow. this show must be incredibly poignant and tragic. only to turn on an episode and be greeted immediately with a scene like this

always sunny
garaks-padded-bra
garaks-padded-bra

forgot my night time garlic bread in the oven for the length of 2 mythbusters wpisodes and when i opened the oven door it was so thoroughly cremated that i was blinded not by smoke and ash but what surely must have been its Soul as well

sewerkingcharlie
sewerkingcharlie

thinking about the devolution of the gang from season 1 to season 16

thinking about how dennis used to be a smartass, self-centred, caring, slutty, hyper-emotional, lovable wimp and now, he’s a burnt out, apathetic, exhausted shell of a man who has no idea about anything yet pretends to think of himself as the smart tastemaker of the group, who has a roommate that wouldn’t listen to the word no, who has a twin who hates him and a father who shoots him in the face and doesn’t feel a flicker of guilt

thinking about how dee used to be a grounded, political, levelheaded, witty, self-assured, independent woman with genuine unsullied dreams of being an actress and now, she’s an angry, overlooked, resentful, broken, tired, lonely woman constantly having to prove to herself that she’s not living in her twin’s nonexistent invisible shadow, that she’s not bound to this group of people she didn’t choose, that she’s not weak and useless, that she’s not a mistake

thinking about how charlie used to be a quick-witted, cocky, charismatic, unique, creative, passionate dude with a bit of a crush on a girl working as a waitress in a coffee shop and now, he’s a grief-stricken, frustrated, short-fused, shattered, fatigued, uninspired addict who is trapped in a bar with a father figure that’s slowly giving up on respecting boundaries, somebody who used to be a close friend but then sexually assaulted him and somebody who he grew up with that eventually got tired of him in pursuit of another

thinking about how mac used to be a bitchy, stubborn, outspoken, argumentative, confident, bossy son of a bitch and now, he’s a subservient, struggling for a solid identity, validation craving, spineless, anxious, bumbling husk of who he could have been, waking up every day to live in the authenticity he wasted for decades whilst forgoing the rest of the authenticity he used to hold dear, living with a group of people he stumbles around and has to fight to be seen as not pathetic, if only for five minutes

thinking about how they used to be assholes, but at least they were still hopeful. they were still affectionate, adventurous, genuinely believing they’d make something of their lives. now, circumstances have broken them, approaching middle age in the same building with the same people they’ve spent every day associating with. they make each other worse yet there’s nobody else they could go to. they make each other more and more exhausted and hopeless, but wouldn’t have it any other way

no because im going to cryalways sunny
plumemenace
sexyalchemist

hey besties friendly reminder to drink water, feed your lab rats, turn off your evil nuclear generator, change out of your dirty lab coat, go for a walk and take care of yourself <3

thyrell

SEAN WAKE UP

pwesident

SEAN THE REACTOR