Winn was SO HOT in this episode. We got giggly Winn and donut Winn and brave Winn and smart Winn and singing Winn and best boyfriend ever Winn and best friend (finally!) Winn and risk his life Winn and every single one of them was looking FINE. SO FINE. I gotta lie down…
Ok I want next episode to just be Jasper being like “OK I hate all of you but for now that’s on hold because Raven Reyes has suffered too much Monty put this bracelet back together Clarke do the doctor thing Bellamy…keep looking fine AF it calms me in these trying times”
is it just me or does he look really sad? maybe even crying? (or is he just tired from blazing up a body at the nemeton?) and does he realize there’s still soot/ash on the side of his face?? does he finally realize what he’s doing? does he realize that something is up with him and that’s why he’s sad? or is he just deep in thought wondering what the fuck is going on with him? or did he remember his hallucination scene with lydia and feels guilty?
like what the fuck jeff you can’t just give me my sad son like this and not give me an explanation
Jordan: [is running to grab his football when he bumps into Soph, and falls onto the ground on his butt. after a second of shock, he begins to cry]
Lacey: [was watching from a bench, but when she hears him crying her mommy instincts kick in and she’s up and over there in an instant] Jesus, Jordan. [sighs and helps him up, crouching to wipe his tears] C’mon little guy, you’re alright. No more tears, you’re a big boy. [looks to Christie] She okay..?
Jordan awakes to the sound of coughing. He pushes himself
up, groaning and rubbing at his eyes.
“You ok?” he calls to Johnny, glancing over.
Johnny is curled up on his side, facing away from Jordan. His coughs are
powerful, shaking his whole body with wet, harsh sounds. Jordan feels a
frission of worry.
“Johnny?” he says, getting up and walking quickly
to Johnny’s bedside. Jordan kneels and puts a hand on Johnny’s shoulder. Johnny
startles, jerking away from the touch and whirling to face Jordan.
Jordan holds up his hand, placating.
“Just me,” he says, worriedly noting how sick
Johnny looks. His face is pale and drawn save two spots of color on his cheeks,
eyes glazed over with fever. He’s sweating, hair matted down, but shivering,
and that cough…
Johnny blinks slowly and seems to relax.
“Jordan,” he croaks. He puts a hand to his head as
though dizzy. “I… don’t feel well.”