I was seriously fine with the finale. It wasn’t that good…but it had the potential to turn into something good in season 8. There was still hope for Bamon… And then I started reading these interviews and I’m like, “What the fuck?”
What is this? What is this fucking tv show? What is with this fucking writing?!
Even though I’m a proud rabid shipper of Bonnie and Damon….I’m a even bigger fan of GOOD STORYTELLING!This season started with Bonnie and Damon and their journey on how to live their lives without Elena Gilbert. Her presence was the hugest obstacle in their relationship and IT WAS FUCKING BELIEVABLE!
Bonnie and Damon were MORE THAN FRIENDS but LESS THAN LOVERS.
They were brutally honest and emotional with eachother but WERE NEVER PHYSICAL! And it was beautiful....
Because physical was all Damon and Elena were with eachother.
I really thought this season was going to end with Damon realizing that there are different types of love. That the love he had for Elena is not the same love he has for Bonnie….AND THAT WAS FUCKING OKAY. That he was capable of experiencing different types of love.And that he may actually have MORE THAN ONE GREAT LOVE…..
That love doesn’t ALWAYS HAVE TO BE SO DAMN INTENSE.
That sometimes love is sweet and simple. It’s the smell of pancakes in the morning, annoying the hell out of eachother, and teasing eachother just for kicks. it’s just BEING YOURSELF WITH ANOTHER PERSON.
You know why I really, really ship Bonnie and Damon. Because in season 6…Damon became a regular person to me. He went from being these super-intense, slightly insane, tragic character—to this plaid wearing, bourbon drinking goofball! He made paper airplanes and car noises….he played monopoly and tetris….he FUCKING COOKED BONNIE BREAKFAST EVERY MORNING! They shared MEALS together…..it’s so simple….and yet so intimate.
What’s really irking me with these interviews...is that they’re trying to make it seem like love and friendship are two separate things. That Bonnie and Damon are just these two super-intense, deep soulful friends….andthat TRUE LOVE IS SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!
Do you want to know what really separates Love from friendship.…SEX!Real friendship…does NOT INVOLVE SEX of any kind…..And Bonnie and Damon ooze SEXUAL CHEMISTRY.…they sometimes seem one step away from kissing. They always seem one step away from something more.
But Julie Plec seems to think they’re PLATONIC SOULMATES.…which is really a fancy way of saying SOULMATE or TRUE LOVE…… BECAUSE HOW CAN YOU NOT BE FRIENDS WITH YOUR SOULMATE!
However…you can be lovers…but not friends.
Which is what DAMON AND ELENA WERE.
You guys remember back in season six when Stefan was like….YOU CAN BE LOVERS OR FRIENDS…YOU CAN’T BE BOTH….towards Caroline.
They were Friends….but then they became FRIENDS WHO were ALSO LOVERS!
You see where I’m going with this? It’s like Julie Plecc is trying to use Bonnie and Damon’s friendship as a legitimate reason not to make them lovers.
But really…they’ve got the best love story ON THE DAMN SHOW! Enemies-to friends…AND THEN TO LOVERS is the MOST EPIC LOVE STORY THERE IS! They challenge eachother and make eachother better…..their friendship is just the icing on the cake. Their LOVE would’ve been THE CHERRY ON TOP OF THE MOTHERFUCKING CAKE OF AWESOME!
So really….what the fuck is up with this writing?
Aside: I seriously had some meta to write on Bamon from the finale. I know I said I’d go down with this ship…But I feel MOTHERFUCKING DISRESPECTED! Like that interview PISSED ME OFF SO BAD….HOW ARE ENZO AND BONNIE ON SOULMATE LEVEL ALLREADY? WAS BONNIE’S STOCKHOLM SYNDROME THAT FUCKING BAD? DAMON SAVED HER BACON AGAIN…AND WAS TURNED EVIL BECAUSE HE TOOK THAT FUCKING RISK FOR HER! LIKE…HOW-THE-FUCK-IS-ENZO-HER-FUCKING HERO! LIKE…AaaaRgh! I’m about to pull a Damon and drink some bourbon wine. Like seriously FUCK THIS SHIT!
I am interrupting your daily schedule to talk to you about acclaimed football coach Louis Tomlinson and star sports news anchor Harry Styles being overall perfect professionals. Except when they’re breaking into the stadium at 4 o’clock in the morning to fuck in the sound booth.