With the way everything is going at this point, I honestly would not be surprised if Chase and Cameron break up at the end of "The Itch." I know I said last week that it didn't even seem possible given the symbolism, but... Fox and DS are giving me zero reason to believe they actually care about C/C even the tiniest little bit, and I'm pretty much convinced that everyone has just been screwing with us. As usual.
And now every time I find this in the search results on YouTube or actually bring myself to watch it again, I just...
... I find myself overwhelmed with an intense longing to smack her upside the head and go all kinds of bitchcakes on her ass. Which is pretty fucking angry for me, seeing as how I generally love her times infinity. BUT NOW I HAVE HATRED. LIARS, ALL OF YOU.
(Note: It is entirely possible, I suppose, that I'm being quite melodramatic and that you could see me back here bouncing and squeeing over Ep 7 soon because of new photos, spoilers, or even the episode itself. But as of right now? Not in a million years. They can all kiss my ass. I don't believe a damn word of it anymore.)
ETA: Yep, see? Already back in the land of equilibrium where I have no idea if I'm hopeful or dreadful, because I'm 50% both again. I am having some serious bipolar tendencies with my emotions toward this episode, y'all. I go all melodramatic and depressive in an attempt to self-preserve, but it's not too long before rationale returns and I just know deep down that this isn't going to screw me. Except, ya know, I spent years and years of my life as a Carby - I don't really know any other way to react when the fear of losing starts to take hold so strongly again... *headdesk*
Yeah, I'm quite aware of how ridiculous I am, thank you.
And now every time I find this in the search results on YouTube or actually bring myself to watch it again, I just...
... I find myself overwhelmed with an intense longing to smack her upside the head and go all kinds of bitchcakes on her ass. Which is pretty fucking angry for me, seeing as how I generally love her times infinity. BUT NOW I HAVE HATRED. LIARS, ALL OF YOU.
(Note: It is entirely possible, I suppose, that I'm being quite melodramatic and that you could see me back here bouncing and squeeing over Ep 7 soon because of new photos, spoilers, or even the episode itself. But as of right now? Not in a million years. They can all kiss my ass. I don't believe a damn word of it anymore.)
ETA: Yep, see? Already back in the land of equilibrium where I have no idea if I'm hopeful or dreadful, because I'm 50% both again. I am having some serious bipolar tendencies with my emotions toward this episode, y'all. I go all melodramatic and depressive in an attempt to self-preserve, but it's not too long before rationale returns and I just know deep down that this isn't going to screw me. Except, ya know, I spent years and years of my life as a Carby - I don't really know any other way to react when the fear of losing starts to take hold so strongly again... *headdesk*
Yeah, I'm quite aware of how ridiculous I am, thank you.
mood of the moment:
pessimistic
sounds in my ear: "Farewell" - Rosie Thomas (even my iTunes is pessimistic about OTP love today)
3 lovebirds | fall in love
