like…listen…everything is messy as hell and Lukas is in a really bad place and it’s all stressful as anything but…that scene with Philip and Lukas and Anne…where Lukas admits out loud to someone other than Philip, that he likes Philip and it’s hard for him…and Anne reassured him it was ok and kissed his cheek…I’d like to thank each and every deity for that scene because it cleansed my skin and watered my crops and added years to my life
“When you said you were going to Tokyo,” Haruka finally broke the silence, and Makoto was happy to find he had been wrong about the power of the human voice. “I was confused… I just thought we’d stay together after graduation. No other alternative was a possibility. Then in Australia, I realized why the thought of you leaving terrified me.” Makoto closed his eyes and pulled in closer to Haruka. “And where did all that stuff about smothering come from? You never smothered me. Sometimes, I stayed in the bath too long… because I knew you’d come and pull me out.” [x]
Lord Tywin seldom spoke of his wife, but Tyrion had heard his uncles talk of the love between them. In those days, his father had been Aerys’s Hand, and many people said that Lord Tywin Lannister ruled the Seven Kingdoms, but Lady Joanna ruled Lord Tywin.“He was not the same man after she died, Imp,” his Uncle Gery told him once. “The best part of him died with her.” Gerion had been the youngest of Lord Tytos Lannister’s four sons, and the uncle Tyrion liked best.
Okay so I just had an emo moment about Harvey in the finale (as always). When he says to Mike, “So you’re just gonna sit there tomorrow, and let her take everything away from you?” about Gibbs. He’s not talking about Mike.
He’s talking about himself.
He’s talking about how he’s going to have to sit there and watch Gibbs take Mike away from him again, when he’s just got him back. When he’s so close to having Mike back where he belongs (with him) again, and he’s going to have to go through it all again, and he can’t do that.
He can’t just sit there and be powerless again. He can’t just watch Mike give up his life again. He can’t just stand by and let Mike sacrifice his happiness again for him.
And then, when Mike’s level-headed and replies, reminding Harvey that she’s keeping things the same, Harvey almost sounds jealous when he says: “You mean working for that clinic?”
That tone of his voice is so key, so important, he sounds almost disgusted at the very idea of it. That clinic.
Because if Gibbs gets her way, and if Mike can’t become a lawyer again, that clinic gets to keep Mike. People in that clinic get to see Mike every day, get to work with Mike, talk to Mike, smile with Mike, share their busy days with Mike, day in, day out, and Harvey envies it. He’s jealous that these people get so much of Mike and he gets so little.
I mean, that’s what a lot of us took from the finale anyway, right? That Harvey was doing this to help Mike, but also to bring him home? He gave Mike everything he wanted–to become a lawyer, but couldn’t stop until he had Mike working with him again, which wasn’t for Mike’s benefit. We know this.
As much as I know Mike loves the firm, and loves Harvey, he would’ve been fine at the clinic. He was fine at the clinic, in fact, he was adamant that he didn’t want to really come back until the last minute.
So it was for Harvey’s benefit, mostly. Or at least, in my opinion. And damn, it’s just another example of how much Harvey loves him, and it’s only just hit me. Why he looks so angry and broken in that scene. Why he looks so desperate.
Because if Gibbs takes this away from Mike, she takes everything away from Harvey.
12: We were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you feel the same way
It started with we need a way into this group and Jesus announced he had a plan. It was a shitty plan, he admitted, but it was a plan nonetheless and it was the only one they had.
It involved Jesus and Daryl infiltrating their base because they had the skills to do so, as well as the capability to get themselves back out of the situation should it turn south.
But as Daryl watched Jesus sweet-talk their leader and introduce him as his gruff and disheartened partner, something inside him ached and he wanted it. Jesus sold it with casual touches and gentle eyes in his direction and he wanted it, maybe even needed it, and the intensity with which he craved startled him at best.
And when Jesus dropped the charade in the evening, when the sun fell behind the horizon and they were granted their space by the new group, it made him ache in the worst kind of way, but when he opened his mouth to speak the words died on his lips.
Jesus seemed to smile at him knowingly, though, an understanding in his eyes, and after he knotted his hair at the top of his head he padded over to where Daryl stood.
“It’s alright,” he said softly. “We have time.”
And they didn’t, not really, but it let Daryl’s shoulders drop and he dipped his head down to press his forehead against Jesus’s shoulder.