- this isnt even the fun part, do u want to see the fun part
- enoch holding claires hand / picking her up
- enoch and the skeletons
- enoch making his toys fight
- enoch sticking his hands in his pockets
- enoch puffing up bc jake was infront of him
- enoch holding a damn pitchfork
- enoch getting picked up by a hollow
“We moved in packs together bounded by our oldest brothers The night was ours for taking, rolling cigarettes and sneaking out We sung our songs of youth and promised that we’d never lose it.”
— Hippo Campus
And I’ll Tell You All About it When I See You Again
*crashes through a brick wall* I WROTE ANGST I WROTE ANGST I WROTE ANGST
i mean it was inevitable after the winter finale tbh
CLEARLY this is not spoiler free so if you haven’t seen the winter finale yet and don’t want to be spoiled, maybe probably definitely don’t read this BUT OTHERWISE
It’s snowing by the time they make it home from Brooklyn Methodist Hospital.
Amy registers the fact as they pull up outside, blinking up in surprise at the fat white flakes that have started a gentle, mesmerizing spiral down to Earth. The sun has only just started peeking over the horizon, throwing the whole scene into a muted, ethereal kind of light. She hears Jake shift beside her more than she sees him; from the corner of her eye, his profile leans into view, toward the windshield. Their hands are still clasped over the center console, the way they have been since they slid into her car back in the hospital parking lot, and he squeezes her fingers almost absently where they fit between his own.
She feels like she’s drowning in exhaustion and fear and anger and sadness all at once, but the clumsy drag of his thumb along the side of her index finger - the way he studiously avoids her gaze when she turns to look at him - quiets all of that. Her own protective instincts are starting to take over at the sight of his clenched jaw and darting gaze, the instincts that tell her to drag him inside and wrap him up in all the blankets she owns and steadily comb his hair with her fingers while he falls asleep with his head in her lap to the soothing sounds of Die Hard turned down low on her television.
Their television, she corrects herself automatically.