To remember.

As a dude gets eaten by a giant parasite-man hybrid. This show, I can’t even. Lets talk about how I just started season two and how perfect everything is alasd;lfkja;wlekr Mulder and Scully just make out already you touch eachother like five times whenever you’re in the same room and there’s eye contact and Scully smiles and is cute and Mulder is angsty. My sentences, they make no sense, but whatever grammar is not important nothing is important except these people and this giant parasite-man. Carry on.

Come head on, full circle
Our arms fill with miracles
Play hearts, kid, they work well
Like classics play aces
Stay with me, go places
Once more for the ages

I watched “The End” last night. I’ll avoid major spoilers here for those of my followers who are watching the show for the first time, but I just have to say this: I don’t understand the hate for this episode. What is it that everyone’s mad about? The mysticism? The fact that it’s fairly open-ended? I thought it was very well done. A blend of fantasy and reality, bitter and sweet. It provided closure and brought the show around, full-circle, which was perfect considering the show’s fondness for parallelism and motifs. All in all I was far from disappointed. Not to mention the fact that the ending made me cry harder than I have in years.

John: I’m glad no one saw that.

Sherlock: Mm?

John: You ripping off my clothes in a darkened swimming pool. People might talk.

Sherlock: They do little else. [smiles]

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