Oh look. Jeff Davis killed a girl in the first three minutes and let the white boy live. WHAT A SHOCKER.
LOVED the girls working together and supporting each other. LOVE.
Why are people acting surprised that Stiles did something dickish? Stiles has always been something of a dick.
More white boys. Yawn. Double Yawn.
Jeff Davis thinks queer people and people of color are totally interchangeable. Really Jeff Davis, you suck so badly.
Why again are people up in arms about Chris falling back on the Code? He lost EVERYTHING fighting for a new code, and for a new way of life. Why in God’s name wouldn’t he have a rage fest and fall back in line? Especially when HE HAS BEEN TRAINED HIS WHOLE LIFE TO FALL IN LINE?? Yeah, sure, I hope he pulls it out in the end, and yeah I think he will, but this is a pretty reasonable reaction to dealing with HAVING TO KILL HIS SISTER. The man is being pulled in three conflicting directions. Not to mention, his original code wasn’t even bad, tbh.
Derek is still a creeper. But kind of an adorable creeper. I love how he and Scott are working together now and how Derek recognizes the good in Scott.
CALLED IT ON PARRISH. AND RANDOM WHITE PRIVATE SCHOOL KID.
No, seriously, so many white boys.
SO MANY WHITE BOYS.
I kind of like the theory that Peter is behind this, ngl.
“From there, it will only get better. I know Miles and Monroe’s emotional tug-of-war will probably go on forever, but even as they argue, fight, makeup and repeat, in the end, they’ll realize they hate working for Texas and form a new republic themselves. The Matheson Republic. But ya know - a real one this time, with the understanding that you can’t have justice without compassion. I’m certain it will have its share of skeletons, like Neville or Truman or even Connor (I never did like that kid. Bad news). But, eventually, it will spread across what used to be America, taking on friends, making allies and setting things right, once and for all.”—Aaron’s journal - The future (X)
So, wherever you are, I hope you’re happy, I really do. I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight. I hope you finally found a way to quit smoking. I hope your lungs are open and breathing your life. I hope there’s a kite in your hand that’s flying all the way up to Orion and you still got a thousand yards of string to let out.
I hope you’re smiling like god is pulling at the corners of your mouth. Cause I might be naked and lonely, shaking branches for bones, but I’m still time zones away from who I was the day before we met.
You were the first mile where my heart broke a sweat. And I wish you were here. I wish you’d never left.