Ash. Ashley. ASHLEY. I've got to work tomorrow but this episode has killedt me dead. Shoutout to my colleagues, who will be working with a ghost tomorrow. Richonne, like water, is life. Thank you for impeccably speedy gif work, also. You a real one.
Listen. I’m supposed to be both writing and in bed right now, but I am instead still staring at my television screen in awe/disbelief that this ship just keeps on giving us so much. They weren’t even on screen that long and they gave us everything. Hand-holding, a hug, a forehead kiss, some teamwork-makes-the-dream-work type action. Literally, on their anniversary, as Rick’s hand is pouring out blood, he managed to find a sentimental gift for his boo, and I screamed even though I knew it was gonna happen. Because that’s how much they kill me. Here I thought 6x10 was going to be my end, but turns out, that was just the beginning of this slow, glorious death.