otp: the two blondes

Yet another HolbyCityDay Tuesday is upon us and the week before Christmas is shaping up beautifully.  Catherine Russell is working her usual magic and tweeting lovely pictures of herself and Jemma from the ward what a Christmas present to receive and she might have just saved 2016 and pretty much all feels right with the world.

Having said that, I know there’s been some rumblings in our beautiful dumpster fire fandom as of late as to the total lack of amount of screen-time our lovely surgeons have been receiving and the quality of their interactions. I have some thoughts about this when do I not and decided it might be worth throwing up a little fanciful holiday guide to enjoying Campwolfe.  Because I have zero chill ability to be concise twitter will so never be my medium for communication I will be throwing these thoughts under a read-more to save y’all’s dashes.  Please peruse if you are at all inclined. One thing I will say before I jump to that read-more is that it speaks to how little positive representation we actually have on our screens that we all feel so tender and afraid for this pairing.  I think it is such a shame that we all have to ‘don our bullet proof vests’ in order to watch these two women.  At the slightest divergence from what we might think is ‘good canon’ we all go into fits myself included i WORRY about this pairing and storyline on the daily even though I know that I don’t really have to and it’s not always easy.  All of us, for whatever reason, have fallen in love with these women and we simply want the best for them  We want to have a positive, healthy, loving relationship between two women mirrored for us.  And we’re afraid, I think, sometimes we worry, just as we’re allowing ourselves to enjoy it that it will suddenly be ripped away from us.  That’s tragic.  Hopefully as other shows see how wildly successful a pairing like this can be we will begin to have more and more representation that doesn’t immediately break our hearts.  In the meantime I really don’t think we need to watch Serena and Bernie through our fingers with our breath held.  They’re going to be around and together for awhile longer yet. 

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When I say I love you, it’s not because I want you, or because I can’t have you - it has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness, and your strength, I’ve seen the best and the worst of you and I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You’re a hell of a woman. You’re the one, Buffy. [insp.]