Tim exits the bathroom, still half asleep as he runs a hand through his hair, to find Lucy in the kitchen. The smell of coffee brewing fills the air and she’s standing at the counter by the sink, her back to him as she dices a container of strawberries and adds them to a bowl of blueberries. There’s a bag of granola sitting on the island and bowls and spoons laid out at each place setting, and it’s clear she has plans for breakfast, but as Tim takes in the scene before him, he finds himself suddenly filled with a very different kind of hunger.
She’s wearing his shirt.
It’s a dark blue button down he'd tossed on over a grey t-shirt last night after work, the extra layer a balm against the evening chill. Her apartment was warm, though, so the shirt had ended up draped over the chair in her bedroom. Tamara had texted Lucy yesterday afternoon, letting her know she’d be spending the night at a friend’s house and wouldn’t return until around noon today. Knowing they were alone, they hadn’t bothered with pajamas after last night’s… activities.
Clearly, Lucy hadn’t bothered with pajamas this morning either. The shirt hangs loosely across her shoulders and over her torso, the fabric just barely covering her ass. She’s not wearing pants, legs completely on display, and Tim finds he can’t tear his eyes away from her smooth olive skin. He absolutely loves her thighs, all soft curves and solid strength. He loves the way they tremble against him when he sucks on her clit, and the way they wrap around him as he presses her into the bed, and he especially loves the way they flex and ripple as she rises and falls above him.
His cock twitches, pressing against the fabric of his pajama pants (unlike her, he’s opted to wear pants but forego underwear) as blood begins to flow to the area.
“There’s coffee,” Lucy says without turning around, clearly aware of his presence.
She reaches for a mug and the shirt rides up, revealing most of her ass and a thin strip of black fabric across her hip. She tosses a small smile over her shoulder as she sets the mug on the counter and then returns her focus to the strawberries as though she isn’t driving him absolutely insane with her choice of outfit. Of course, it’s entirely possible she knows exactly what she’s doing to him and is simply playing dumb just to mess with him.
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lessons in survival & innocence lost
I can turn it on
be a good machine
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
I can do it- I'll get through it…
-human, christina perri
I knew GAP was smart. I knew the writers had an expert handle on the story they set out to tell, because they've been telling it exceptionally well.
I did not expect them to give us a scene that was almost brutal in how quietly and accurately it portrayed the lengths people will go to cope- to survive- living under abuse.
I wrote last week:
"when we first meet Sam, she just seems like a cold, aloof, ever-composed high achiever. the more we learn about her past, the clearer it becomes that this was by design, not by choice."
the writers had already given us enough to piece together why Sam is the way she is, but this scene really pulled back the curtain in heart-wrenching, crystal-clear fashion.
teenage Sam skips into the room, carefree & enjoying being with her sisters. she wistfully watches Nueng on the piano, playing with a borderline-terrifying smile on her face.
Nueng catches Sam smiling & asks:
Sam responds simply, innocently: because Nueng is, of course. if her sister is happy, so is she.
a quick note on Nueng's smile: Mind really going in with her facial expressions here felt so intentional. it's obvious to us that she's forcing it, but Sam in her youthful naivete has no idea. she still sees a smile for what it is, for what it should be: joyful, happy, and most importantly- honest.
it was such a smart move on the writer's part, adding to the weight of the moment that comes next.
Mind's expressions here are the definition of "a picture's worth a thousand words."
the smile fades away, replaced by a melancholy, world-weary expression. like she knows what she's about to do, and the effect that it'll have on Sam, but that it's for her own good.
right or wrong, cruel or kind- in her mind, it'll help Sam survive.
Song pipes in first, though: she knows why Nueng is smiling like that, and what it really means.
Nueng explains that it's a ruse: she's actually under a lot of stress, so she's tricking her own body by smiling.
Nueng’s explanation (understandably) isn't enough for Sam. she doesn't have any concept yet of faking emotions, let alone why anyone would do such a thing- so she questions Song about it, too.
Sam’s still processing Song’s response when Nueng walks up, placing a gentle hand on her head. the weariness is back as she tells Sam she can do this, too.
the look of wide-eyed, innocent worry on Sam’s face when she asks “how?” nearly broke my heart in two.
this is all new to Sam, but she trusts her sisters. this must be an important thing that she learn to do, right? and these behaviors have to be learned- either out of necessity or through loving, misguided instruction, like we're witnessing here.
it was like watching a slow-motion car crash: you know the impact is coming and it’s going to be awful, but you can’t look away.
I desperately wanted to shield Sam in this moment- to keep her from learning how to twist and contort herself into something she isn’t to survive the environment she was born into.
Sam parrots back Nueng’s advice at first before confusedly asking, “what if I’m happy? can I smile then?”
Nueng doesn’t hesitate: “if you smile, you lose.” and I’m on my knees, thoroughly gut-punched.
the final nail in the coffin: Nueng telling Sam that she wants her to do that.
Freen then gives us a masterclass in loss of innocence via expression alone. we can see Sam’s light diminishing right in front of our eyes, fading into the schooled, emotionally numb look we know so well for the first time.
it’s equal parts brilliant and unbearably awful.
I can fake a smile
I can force a laugh
I can dance and play the part
if that's what you ask
give you all I am…
this scene powerfully illustrated the pain desperate people will force themselves to endure in order to survive, while passing that brokenness down to the next generation. beyond the inexcusable abuse that prompted it, the real tragedy is that it’s being passed down out of love.
there was zero expository dialogue here. witnessing Sam being brought into the warped, broken fold 'for her own good' was plenty.
it was paradise lost; it was the twilight of innocence; it was the continuation of the cycle. and it made Sam’s openly-expressive, incandescently emotional vows in the wedding scene all the more meaningful.
love, in the end, finally broke the wheel.
side note- not to nitpick but I'm gonna: I really wish they went with the actress who played young Sam for this scene rather than Freen. Sam clearly knew how to force an expression much earlier, so having Freen play this scene felt like a continuity error, even though she knocked it out of the park.
exhibit a ⬇️
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Threshold is so wild, Chakotay and Tuvok just abandon the lizard babies on the planet, and Janeway doesn’t even have a second thought about making them go back for her mutant children. I feel like every other Starfleet captain would definitely take their lizard babies if they had them-
Kirk would be like: “I will take them and bring them somewhere to be properly cared for.”
Picard would be like: “I will grudgingly bring them with us and awkwardly parent them and someday finally admit I love them.”
Sisko would be like: “I will raise these lizard babies lovingly with my whole heart and teach them to play baseball.”
And then Janeway is just over here like: “Wait, what did you do with my lizard babies? You left them on the planet? Cool! Let’s go find a nebula with coffee in it!”
Which seems a little cavalier, but then again-
Archer would probably be like: “I’ll bring them with us, and then kill them when it becomes necessary to use their spleens to power our warp engines.”
...so, actually, on balance, Janeway probably isn’t doing so bad as a mutant lizard parent after all.
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