These are my top TV shows that I watched in 2022. As with the movies, I'm posting this now because I never got around to it last year.
Also like the movies, these are just what I watched in 2022, not series that came out in 2022. They also have to be new to me in 2022, so no series with new seasons that I’d already been following. These aren’t necessarily the best shows, just ones I really liked or made an impression on me. I’m including both running series and limited or miniseries.
These shows are in no particular order, I just arranged the posters how I thought they'd looked the best. The shows are:
This is Going to Hurt
Shining Girls
The Haunting of Bly Manor
For All Mankind
Unbelievable
Five Days at Memorial
Succession
The Patient
Yellowjackets
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A Beloved Murderer
A transcript from the pages of Jesus Freaks Vol. II: Revolutionaries
Richard and Sabina Wurmbrand
Romania, 1940s
"In the concentration camp where I worked, I killed many Jews, even Jews with children in their arms," the man boasted to Pastor Wurmbrand. He had just come back from the front fighting for the Nazis and was proud of his accomplishments. He was glad to tell of them to anyone who would listen. Having heard the good German name Wurmbrand, the man must have had no idea that the pastor he spoke with was a Jew.
In response to being "privileged" with hearing of the man's barbarity and murdering, most Christians would have been at a loss for words. But not Pastor Wurmbrand. He promptly and affectionately invited the man to his home for dinner. The man loved music, and when Pastor Wurmbrand told him he would play the piano for him, he said he would be glad to come.
When the man arrived that evening, there were some other believers present, but his wife, Sabina, was feeling ill, so she stayed in her room. Pastor Wurmbrand played the piano for them all, and they had a wonderful evening together enjoying the music. After that they all had a long discussion into the night, further enjoying one another's company.
When it had grown quite late, Pastor Wurmbrand turned to the soldier and said, "Sir, I have to tell you something. You must promise me that you will listen for ten minutes quietly. After that ten minutes you can say whatever you would like."
The man was smiling broadly from all he had enjoyed that evening and said quite warmly, "All right, all right, you can speak to me even more than ten minutes. I promise that I will not interrupt you. You can say whatever you like."
"In the other room," the pastor began, "my wife is sleeping. She is Jewish and I am Jewish too. Her family, which is also my family, perished in the big Nazi concentration camp where you boasted that you killed Jews with children still in their arms. So you are presumably the very murderer of my family.
"Now, I propose an experiment. We will pass into the other room and I will tell my wife who you are. I can assure you my wife will not speak one word of reproach to you, nor will she look angrily at you, but will smile at you as at every honored guest. She will go and prepare coffee and cookies for you. You will be received just like everyone else. Now, if my wife, who is only human, can do this, if she can love you like this, knowing what you have done, and can forgive you, then how much more will Jesus, who is love?"
The man began to tear at his jacket. "What have I done? What have I done? I am guilty of so much blood."
The pastor said, "Well, then, let us kneel down and ask for forgiveness from God."
They knelt. First Pastor Wurmbrand said a short prayer; then the man, who did not know how to pray, said again and again, "Jesus forgive me. Jesus forgive me. I believe that You will forgive me." There were many tears, and then he and the pastor embraced.
"I have promised you an experiment. Now we will go to see my wife."
Sabina had heard nothing while sleeping in the other room far away in the house from the main room where they had been speaking. They went to her and Pastor Wurmbrand woke her. "Do you know this man?" Pastor Wurmbrand began.
"No," she replied sleepily.
So he introduced the man. "This is the murderer of your sisters, your brothers and your parents. But now he has repented and he is our brother in the Messiah, our brother in the faith. What do you have to say to him?"
She fell around his neck and they both wept together.
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I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -
I am fine with "the audience" -
downloading my fics
printing my fics
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sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3
making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss
doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc
I am not fine with "the audience"
doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity
feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever
Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.
Enjoy the fandom things.
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