A little birdie told me… 🤭
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What did they do???
I am so heartbroken by last night's episode. I haven't felt like that for a show or a ship since I was in my twenties (and I haven't been for almost 15 years now...).
I love the show, like IMMENSELY, I care about all the characters, but Chenford? We/They haven't been through six seasons and 6 episodes to end like that.
I'm hurting a lot.
The actors though. Gosh they were amazing. That last scene 😭
I don't know if I'll ever be able to enjoy it as much now that they are so far apart. I know all the characters have great storylines, but I honestly couldn't care less about Bailey being pregnant (one episode and I already can't stand how it is TOO MUCH).
I want Lucy and Tim to work things out so badly. It's really painful.
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Me watching Argylle (many times) and finding all the Kingsman references and parallels. Also me trying to work out what is all means, deducing all the plot possibilities and connections; and making my friends listen to me about it while I fall further and further down the rabbit hole.
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Secrets you keep
Even the closest of friends keep secrets from one another.
Christine knows Joseph's secret. She saw the knife on his belt; she knew what he was setting out to do.
He never told her what happened, and she never asked. Both of them prefer to keep the truth to themselves.
Erica, on the other hand, wears her heart on her sleeve.
In spite of their friendship, she can't know. Her loyalty to her friends and to her captain would tear her in two.
So Christine lies.
Erica is left unburdened.
The secret remains between the doctor, the nurse, and a dead Klingon.
How long before it breaks them?
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I'm Alive
I’m alive.
I’m alive.
I’m alive.
I’m alive.
I’m alive.
Two words. Seven letters. And the first thing Tim has thought every morning for the past week and a half.
Some days, it doesn’t feel like he is. Every day, it feels like he shouldn’t be.
He wakes up alone, in his bed, in a house that’s only his own. He lays there, in plain white sheets, beneath a navy duvet, and wonders why any of it matters.
And every morning, without fail, he reaches for his phone and texts Lucy.
I’m alive.
It’s the only thing he can bring himself to do, most days. He eats cereal for breakfast, even though he has bacon and eggs. He feeds Kojo and walks him far enough to use the bathroom, but gone are the long walks through the neighborhood. When Kojo brings him a chew toy, Tim tosses it across the room, but he doesn’t watch to see if the dog chases after it.
He showers, because he showers every morning. But most days, he stands underneath the spray and asks himself why he bothers with it. It’s not like he’s moving around that much, or seeing anyone who would notice.
Or seeing anyone at all.
He’s sequestered himself, his own personal house arrest, a punishment of his own design. It’s not enough, it doesn’t make up for anything he’s done, for the mess he’s made of his life.
He doesn’t recognize the man in the mirror anymore.
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You can't convince me that these two lines aren't the main reason Tim broke up with Lucy. Yes, he jeopardized both Lucy and Lopez's careers, but I don't see that leading him to break-up with Lucy. It was the fact that a dangerous guy from his past shows up, finds out where Tim lives, and then threatens the girls who are essentially Tim's wife and daughter. Lucy may have been able to handle herself, but Tamara couldn't have.
Lucy and Tamara came real close to being hurt and that's not something that Tim could ever live with.
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