Steven Universe is a flawed masterpiece. Goodness knows there are some episodes I’d rather forget. There are plenty of moments and lines I wish could just be nudged in a slightly different direction. There are so many characters and hints of lore that I wish had more light shined upon them.



How clever this show was, then, to give itself the perfect excuse right off the bat.

That was the tastiest hotdog in the universe.



For every failing, it gave back threefold with masterful character writing, incredible art, touching music, and essential heart. A truly groundbreaking piece of art that deserves nothing more than to be remembered for a long, long time. It dared to expose nearly every corner of the human condition, and celebrate everything that makes us who we are. This cartoon about magical rocks from space has unmatched authenticity, and probably will for a long time.



We never saw what was in Pink Diamond’s treasure chest. But we didn’t need to, because it never mattered.

Steven never had to reconcile with his mother, because she already gave him his own life to live, and he doesn’t need her mistakes to be a part of it.

We never saw much more of O.G. Nephrite, Topaz, or Emerald, but we didn’t need to, because they were set free into a peaceful universe.

We never saw Jasper find peace or happiness, but we don’t need to, because we know it’s out there for her somewhere, and it was never Steven’s responsibility to help her reach it.

We never learned the biggest mysteries of the setting, like where the Gem species came from, because all magic and mystery would be lost if we did.

There’s a lot of “what ifs” and “could have beens,” but sitting here now? Looking back? I don’t think I’d have it any other way. No matter what, this show will forever be one of my favorite pieces of media ever made.

