I’ve seen a lot of people going around feeling guilty for liking the sterek bridal scene and I just wanted to emphasize that just because there have been contradictory discussions going around and advocating against it, does not mean that people have to subscribe to them or feel shitty for not agreeing and actually enjoying the scene. If you like it, there’s no judgement or pointing fingers and vice versa. The intention was never to change opinions or criticise different takes on it. It’s a matter of opinion, which should be respected either way. We’re all here for sterek and because of our love for sterek. Please don’t go around putting fellow shippers down for having a different opinion.
Seriously, I’ve had enough of the blame game. I hate how it’s
become Jackson vs. Jamie at this point and everyone else has to pick sides.
There’s also a Civil War reference here somewhere…
At first I thought Mitch’s decision to redirect all the
power to the St. Louis beacon was stupid and irrational, but then Jackson
started yelling at him and since I’ve had enough
of Jackson yelling at people, I rushed to Mitch’s defense. Because it really
was the smartest decision. The beacons (which look just like Pokemon Go gyms,
btw) were placed in heavily-populated areas for maximum destruction and, as far
as we know, no other country had a stronghold like the barrier that could’ve
withstood that kind of attack. So really, this was probably their best option.
Now, whether or not it was smart to send Clementine away
considering what happened to her/the baby/Logan…. well, that’s another story.
While we’re on the topic—Jackson, you said (and I quote): “I
tried more than anyone to put Abigail down!” The lie detector determined that
this was a LIE. Literally, you tried to save Abigail’s life on multiple
occasions and locked Jamie up in her own damn plane for trying to kill her (for
which you never apologized or even appeared to regret), so don’t you come into
my house and say that you really tried to stop her because you didn’t.
Also, if you had told me a year ago that I would actually be
genuinely sad to see Logan die??? I would’ve been offended. But here we are. Here
we all are. R.I.P., Logan. In the end, you weren’t as much of a jerk as you
could’ve been. (Look, I’m not saying Clem should name the baby after him since
he died protecting them, I’m just saying she should at least consider it.)
Flashing back several episodes here for a slightly outdated
point: I honestly don’t blame Jamie for accepting Logan’s help in raising
Clementine, if only just for a few years. Yes, at the time I didn’t like him
and didn’t want him anywhere near those girls, but from what it sounds like,
Jamie didn’t have anyone else. And considering she was still suffering from
PTSD, trying to raise the child of the man she loved (who just died), why
wouldn’t she take all the help she can get??
And I like Uncle!Logan bonding with Clementine, okay? Sue
Anyway, back to the actual episode, sorry.
Speaking of Jamie, what did she even like… do? In this
episode, I mean? Did she serve any purpose whatsoever? Like, I appreciate the
support she was giving Mitch and all, but literally I don’t think she
contributed to the plot at all aside from being a hand for him to hold, which
is super annoying, tbh.
But I did like the support! I loved that long pause after
she left before she just turned right around and was like “Actually?? I need to
stay here and make sure you don’t do something stupid again!!” and Mitch is
just like “Yeah, good call.”
Loved the Celebratory Hug, but…. I felt like the kiss might’ve
been a little out-of-place. Don’t get me wrong, I always love seeing the OTP
kiss! But, after all that happened in the last few episodes, it felt like they
were just sweeping it all under the rug and pretending like everything’s fine
when it’s really not. I appreciate that they’re putting aside their
relationship problems to focus on saving the world and all, but I think they
need to have some serious talks before jumping back into a relationship rn.
At least they’re both alive! And together! That’s rare for a
And even though I’m still royally pissed off at Jackson, I
guess I’m also glad he ain’t dead.
(I know it’s a bit late to complain about this, but I really
wish they had actually tried to make anyone look ten years older this season.
Jamie looks a bit older with the haircut, and I understand Mitch possibly not
aging much due to the tank, but Jackson still looks like 30 and definitely not
old enough to be Sam/Conner’s father. They could’ve at least used a little
makeup to age him.)
Things I Expected to See in this Episode but Didn’t:
-Literally anything to do with the biodrive that’s still in
Mitch’s brain. Is that whole death vs amnesia ultimatum ever gonna make a
-An explanation as to how Abigail was dead for an entire
episode but then suddenly wasn’t anymore.
-A freaking name for the baby, good lord, this is getting
-Mitch or Jamie actually verbally admitting that they love
each other (but again, they’ve still got to talk some things through so maybe
it’s too soon for that).
-ISAAC. I’m really sad that we haven’t gotten to see him in
like four episodes. I know he’s okay, but I want to see his sunshine-y face!
Anyway, good finale overall!! Great (if slightly
“It’s the idea of a main character who is trying to control his own life and the soundtrack of his own life, and when that works it’s joyous and when that doesn’t work it’s debilitating to him. That was just a fascinating idea to me.” - Edgar Wright (Baby Driver, 2017)
It was my sixth day of First Grade at Beaumont Elementary in Devon, Pennsylvania I was a 5-year-old new kid Mrs. Kowalski was still learning our names The School Board decided not to tell the students what happened Didn’t want 7000 children in a panic Thought we were safer in school Than with distraught and distracted parents on highways It was just another Tuesday
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember the weeks that followed The red eyes of adults around me The fantastical and horrific stories The tears and denial of friends who lost loved ones All burned into my psyche
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember my parents going to New York a month after the attacks for their anniversary They brought back gifts from the Toys R Us in Times Square And stories of dust covered cars that would never be reclaimed
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember hearing that we were going to war I remember my fear for children like me who would get hurt I remember resigned acceptance “We’re just getting the bad guys,” people said “You’re too young to understand”
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember my confusion when my father couldn’t walk my mother and I to the gate at Philadelphia International “But the last time we visited Aunt Theresa you waved goodbye” What I would’ve given to go back to 1999
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember the dead Young Americans fighting out of grief and misguided patriotism Iraqis and Afghans and Pakistanis slaughtered out of revenge I remember pushing a bully down a slide on a playground when he asked my friend if her parents bombed buildings A week later he tripped me going down the stairs, spraining my ankle “Al Qaeda supporter,” he whispered
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember a war I remember being desensitized to images of gore and destruction I remember a norm of hatred and aggression in the name of patriotism and security I remember learning of the ever-mounting debt being saddled on my generation Debts that my grandchildren will still be paying off Debts of money and of blood
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember traveling to other countries Being reminded to exercise caution when telling people we’re Americans I remember the surprise on their faces “But you’re so nice” “You don’t look like war-mongers”
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember the nausea I felt when we learned in school that we armed and trained Al Qaeda and the Taliban That we caused the Iranian Revolution That we fund corruption and war when it fits our needs That we’ve murdered millions in the name of freedom That we are a nation of terrorists ourselves
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember years of teachers glossing over the early 2000s “You know this already” I remember finally speaking up Asking Mr. Palmatier to go over the events of that infamous day I remember his stunned silence as he looked at his 2nd period AP US History class “Sir…we were 6…we don’t remember”
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember the fear I feel every time I fly Every time I ride public transport Every time I’m in a crowded area Every time I’m at a national site
I don’t remember 9/11 I remember visiting memorials on a frigid day in December Sleet masked the tears on my face So much death and destruction An endless war A generation that grew up on fear A generation that could learn Learn to empathize Learn to love Learn from the mistakes of those who came before us
I don’t remember 9/11 But I can’t forget everything since I won’t forget