The tea pot from which Mrs. Frederic and Myka shared tea is an artifact that makes people act out of character. The last thing Helena did before running off to play house in Boone was having tea in the B&B.
After seeing the finale, I see why Joanne didn’t seem too pleased with the ending. Her character didn’t really get an ending. She became someone else’s ending. Myka became the exact opposite of what Joanne loved about the role. In this last season, Myka’s character was entirely dependent on Pete. She was just the girlfriend (or potential girlfriend, either way it’s bullshit.) He developed this season (whether the development was consistent with the rest of the series or not), but Myka didn’t. There was not one scene (that I can recall) that happened because of Myka or for Myka.
5x01- she was just kind of there (yeah, she’s the one who knew how to get back in the Warehouse, but that was just a shortcut because the writers didn’t have enough time to tell a more thorough story there.)
5x02 - utter nonsense that i will not speak of
5x03 - for Claudia and her sisters development
5x04 - not even herself, trapped in a telenovela
5x05 - she was pretty good in this ep, but still just kind of there. It was all about Pete.
5x06 - Worst of all: Her “defining moment” as an agent was her “love” for Pete. Not any of the numerously amazing things she’s done as an agent (including saving the world in the season 2 finale regardless of the Bering and Wells ship. SHE SAVED THE FUCKING WORLD. All on her own.) But no, her defining moment was loving Pete.
We are the hollow fans We are the stuffed fans Blogging together Gifsets filled with angsty tags. Alas! Our capslocked voices, when We queue the feels together Are not quiet or meaningless As wind in dry grass Or warehouse feet over artifact glass (Because racethewind10 will add the tags)
Textposts with pure form, fuckyeahpikacha’s manips in pure color Unparalleled force, working beyond Comcast’s dollar;
We who have lost With direct eyes, the warehouse’s end Remember us—if at all—not as lost Belligerently theoretically angsty souls, but only As the hollow fans The stuffed fans.
II OTPs we only meet in dreams The Bering and Wells kingdom Canon, these do not appear: but there, we the longing glances– To the fanfic we adhere
There, is my heartstring swinging
And voices are In the fandom singing More distant and more solemn We smell the fudge that isn’t there
Let me be no nearer to this Scovell kingdom Because HG would also wear Such deliberate disguises As Emily Lake, pretending not to care In Boone Behaving as the wind behaves No nearer—
Not to that final meeting In the Instinct kingdom
III For this is the Leena’s B&B This is Pete and Myka brotp Here the continuity questions Are raised, here we quip (w starkidnutty) With the supplication of hilarious manip Under the twinkle of threeofeight.
I don’t want to have a baby. I want to have a Helena.
Myka Bering, probably somewhere between “OH MY GOD! Mrs. Frederic, why would you even say that?” and “Hell, these people are drowning so we should do our job instead of being weirded out by that strange Secret Service couple in front of us.”