So I have got over the initial shock that Regina and Emma actually hug (first saw on a Gif and was freaking out a little) and now I have watched the entire sneak peak I have a few thoughts….
Firstly did you notice that Emma couldn’t look at Regina when she said she was engaged, she spoke directly to Zelena.
Secondly when Regina sees the ring and then says ‘Emma…’ I’m not sure she is entirely happy, she looks shocked and sad.
The way that Emma stops and looks at Regina, like what ever Regina is about to say next is the most important thing in the world and when Regina tells her she is happy for her I’m pretty sure Emma means it when she says it means a lot because as usual Regina will be by her side and supporting her, whatever happens.
However I have two big things I am not happy about….
We have waited 6 seasons for them to hug. All the moments they have supported and saved one another and this is the moment they chose to allow them to hug? The moment is not even about their friendship or anything they have been through its all based around Hooks proposal.
Also I am annoyed that they released the hug before the episode airs. It’s almost like they are going… 'you’ve asked and you’ve waited and so here is you hug.“
It feels like the release has been used to draw the Swan Queen shippers in to watch the episode… It’s pure queer baiting and I refuse to be drawn into it.
huh, didnt think of that. grounders wouldnt be able to control or keep track of a bunch of newspark seekers, especially with new grounders being born too. pinning their wings back, disabling their t-cog, chains, or even slave coding could be used on the poor things.
Stop it! They won’t do any of those things!
You don’t know what you’re talking about! Even if they do have some rough landings and get banged up, it’s better than that! Even an idiot Autobot would figure that out!
Okay so I found my dead grandfather’s journal from 56 years ago. This is some old stuff, okay, and I was like yeah I’m gonna read a page or two.
Basically he wrote down this road trip he did with a friend of his (name is Giulio) but at some point it gets so weird.
I’ll try my best to translate it from italian to english (english is not my first language) and well, I’m also having a hard time trying to read my gandpa’s writing cause he wrote like a drunk snail.
Now, beware, my grandfather was an italian man dedicated to work, church, work and work, who believed in the traditional family and all that Jazz. But at some point I reach this part where he writes: “yesterday me and Giulio slept in the same tent as mine was stolen at the gas station. As it was really cold, we slept close. In the middle of the night I realized that the warmth next to me did not belong to my Nadia (his fiancé at the time, my grandmother). It was the most intense feeling I’ve ever felt”.
And I was like allright that’s some weird no homo bullshit but who cares.
BUT THEN IT JUST GETS WORSE.
“I was having a cigarette whilst Giulio was asleep in the car, having a nap before we hit the road again. In the midst of the smoke of my tobacco, I saw his face and thought that the woman who is going to marry him will be lucky”.
Grandpa, what the hell?
BUT OH NO IT JUST GETS BETTER.
“We shared a bed. Old motel did not have spare rooms, it was awkward at first. Then I started thinking that the warmth of Giulio’s body is somehow becoming more familiar to me then Nadia’s.”
Now, I have like seventy more pages of this goddamn journal but I am pretty fucking sure my gandfather had the worst crush over his best friend.
Does anyone notice that these two ships are very very alike like OMG ONE IS THE TSUNDERE FRIEND WHO TURNS OUT TO BE A CINNAMON ROLL AND THE OTHER ONE (WHO FREAKING SAVE HIS APPEARANCE FOR THE LAST FREAKING MOMENT) KINDA LOOKS ANTI SOCIAL BUT ACTUALLY A CUTIE PIE AND CARES A LOT I’M OUT
Look, it’s 1am which is way later that I’m usually awake (because 25 is the new 80) and I wrote a thing because feelings occurred. So have 2.5k of feelings occurring.
Blame the sleeplessness if it’s terrible.
“I think it was
a mistake to kiss me, that first time.”
Derek doesn’t look
at him, continues to play with his fingers and Stiles feels like there’s a lead
weight in the pit of his stomach.
His voice is barely a croak. They’ve been together for a year, now, and if
Derek thought their first kiss was a mistake, then maybe he’s just felt
obligated to continue the relationship. Maybe the nebulous ideas Stiles has for
a future have all been for nothing.
Derek frowns and
Stiles knows not to interrupt when he’s thinking – when he furrows his brow
that particular way, he’s trying to figure out the best way to articulate
something. Derek can hold his own in an argument, and is never at a particular
loss for words, but sometimes he pauses to make sure the words he’s picking are
the most effective.
It’s what, Stiles
thought, makes him so good for
Stiles, who doesn’t think about what’s coming out of his mouth until twenty
seconds after it’s already said. Derek’s arguments are carefully constructed and
solid, while Stiles’ sow chaos and account for the inevitability of any plan
going to hell in a handbasket, and they work