I'm back to Lockwood and Co. tonight, a quaint show about fighting ghosts and not being terribly good at it.
"Cemetery, you say? But that's where the *ghosts* live!" - Lockwood and Co., probably.
Torch-toting mobs roaming london, egging cars. Ghosts or brexit?
"We never check on the girl who very obviously has strong and unknown powers because we're MEN who have MEN THOUGHTS to worry about." - The dudes in Lockwood and Co., probably.
As always, the young woman has to save everyone's arses and they're probably gonna be dickshits about it.
"You do not understand," always said by someone who won't teach.
I am living for Lucy's ability to stand up for herself unapologetically. She's completely out of fucks to give with these dudes.
Ah yes, this show is now officially Will-They-Won't-They (but with ghosts). The Cheers of the Paranormal.
I wish they sort of explained this world a little more : does everyone see ghosts? Why can only children fight them? Is there a curfew for everyone? When do people go out dancing, then?
It's 2pm, honey, let's go to the pubs before the wraiths come out!
I'm calling it : that lady's gonna be the BAD GUYYYYYY in this season. She has no powers and she wants 'em. If I'm wrong I will eat an egg. (I hate eggs).
Clever edit: not an infernal fountain pen, just a soldering iron.
A soldering iron . . . from *hell*.
Back to Lockwood and Co. for some streaming piles of whatnottery. We're wee English bairns who fight wraiths, innit?
The ghastly, glowing, skull in a jar what tells you to do things is definitely telling you the truth. Ghost's honor.
The ghost head lied. What did you fucking *expect* Lucille?
12 hours to dress for the ball!
Thank goodness I had a great party dress tucked into the one fucking suitcase I have that fits every single thing I own. Whew.
Ach, she's groomin' you to tell her all your secrets and you're lappin' it up, Douchenozzle.
We can't have a coffee date! The g-g-g-ghosts are watching!
Ah the ol' ransack the office 'til we get caught maneuver. I know it well.
Is someone about to sneeze?
A white dude with a sword I am soooo scared.
The world building in this show is about as good as that time I was going to Lollapalooza at Quonset Point in Rhode Island and I had to ride there with my newly-ex boyfriend and his not-so-newly-established girlfriend.
Cults, rituals, dim lighting, what's not to like?
When someone buys you some time, the best thing to do is stand there and watch them be brave on your behalf. It's a good use of the extra few seconds.
Memo for worldbuilding: lightbulbs. They exist.
But honestly what is this show about?
On to the last episode of Lockwood and Co. and I'm still not 100% sure what the balls is happening here. Ghosts for thee and sometimes for me. Also evil spooky cult people? And I can see Lockwood's nipples through his shirt. Seriously, people, what is going on.
Where's George? He's off being both smarter than you and *really* gullible with his groomer friend, OBVIOUSLY. Doy hickey, Lockwood.
Lockwood, you're demoted to the company.
More like cock-up and company, amirite?
It's like George has never been around a woman before and has zero idea he's being played like a sousaphone.
Y'know. Because he's marchin' to his doom here. Innit.
Short actor struggling with sheathing their unwieldy blade, take a shot.
We all float down here, Georgie-boy.
Things you should always do: offer to look into a demon mirror to save your friend. Choices.
Having Lockwood show George and Lucy what's in his closet but not showing the audience is the stupidest cop-out of the whole season and if you think that's a cliffhanger you're wrong, The Net of Flicks.
So the Family Mondegreen have had some delicious weed cookies while the Smol is with his other parent for the weekend and honestly Lockwood and Co is exactly where my idiot brain is right now.