lol at the pwhl teams being called by their cities except not actually playing in their cities. like ik everyone is talking abt new york actually playing in ct. but lowell is not boston girl … it’s a whole two hours away without a car. you can’t even take a train or bus there. afaik. i’d personally have to take the t to then get on the commuter rail and from there? uber? walk half an hour? in the massachusetts winter?? okay.
also i like to think fifteen shunted all of his mental illness into fourteen while regenerating btw. he said have fun with those millennia of undealt with trauma. bye
Text from a post by @bedrock-to-buildheight about angel anatomy and the physical manifestations of regret that can only be purged in a bloody vivisection.
no you don't understand. when byler kiss i need them to be gasping into each other's mouths and holding onto each other for dear life. i need them to be shoving each other into things and knocking things over because they're so desperate to be closer. i need them grinning like idiots against each press of lips. i need tears. i need forehead touches. i need hands running down each others' bodies. i need
barbara and ian's exit is an unashamedly joyful one. they laugh about the missing years! they have a pigeon chasing montage! they whisper goodbye at the sky and then run off giggling! and then as vicki laughs at their joy, too happy to let the loss of her few friends sink in, one just turns his head and very gently says that he will miss them. he will miss them.
at the camp party, lae'zel says she'll spend the night with wyll if you won't. and then she does. the entire night she stays at his side listening to endless stories of his heroics. she didn't leave, not once. no one forced her to be there. she actively chose to remain and listen. she pretends to be upset they didn't have sex after and yet not once did she try to get out of there. girl, i see you