A hundred and thirty eight. A hundred and thirty eight combat missions. That’s how many I’ve flown, Tony. Every one of them could’ve been my last, but I flew them. Because the fight needed to be fought. It’s the same with these Accords. I signed because it was the right thing to do. And yeah, this sucks. This is… this is a bad beat. But it hasn’t changed my mind.
So, I started watching Mistresses last night. (Exams? What exams?)
Now it’s 6 am.
Anyway, after 4 episodes, my stand on things is as follows:
- There’s actually no male character that makes me want to rip my own spine out and beat him to death with it. I can’t remember the last time that was the case.
- I seem to support all the wrong relationships. Savi, go and keep bumping uglies with Dom! (Even though your husband is a precious little thing.) Karen, go and start an affair with your dead lover’s son! April, go and do the nasty with your dead husband’s mistress! (What? It’d be the easiest way out.)
- I love Joss. I really do. She’s awesome. (“Shut your lady-loving lips!”)
- I ship Joss/Alex. Like, a lot. That scene with the japanese bondage ropes was hot as fuck. I just want them to have an affair and then realize it’s more than that and THEN BUY A HOUSE TOGETHER AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER. (But that’s never going to happen, so I’ll just sit in a corner and cry. A lot.)
- I love Joss.
Is it just me, or is this a really good year for lesbians and femslash shippers in general? There are so many new shows with ladies loving other ladies. Mistresses, Orphan Black, Wentworth, Defiance…granted, all these shows make me want to lie down and cry because I’ve stopped expecting happy endings for my lovely TV lesbians, but it’s something.