ohhh my god i am ready to curl up and whimper, but that's a stupid reaction that is typical of food poon in fangirl mode so i will not.
BUT TWO MONTHS??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
i have to say, though, that i wasn't too hot on the elena-stefan sex scene. she's SEVENTEEN. isn't that illegal? and even if that isn't eh the guy is a hundred and sixty two years old, i don't care if he's ripped to hell, it's still weird. and of course when she discovers katherine's picture and realises she looks exactly like the original, dearoldlove-of-the-Salvatore-brothers vamp who turned Stefan all those long long years ago all honey-hued visions of love dissipate and she is left clutching the shreds of her fallen reality.
you see you see tell the dude you love him and put yourself in a position of vulnerability and this is what you get: running off into the night after taking off your VERVAIN NECKLACE YOU SILLY LITTLE FOOL and crashing into some unknown creature and LEAVING ALL YOUR VIEWERS HANGING FOR EIGHT WEEKS ARRGGGHHH.
i think Cindy McLennan from Television Without Pity summed it up very nicely: "Still trapped in the car, Elena [...] looks out the window at her "victim." He unbreaks all his bones, stands and strides towards her wrecked car. Elena screams because these BASTARDS ARE LEAVING US HANGING LIKE THIS FOR THE HOLIDAY HIATUS. Grr. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh."
And i just thought about this: Alaric-the-maybe-vamp-and-secret-slayer called Tyler's dad a "full grown alpha male douchebag". alpha male?? if you were REALLY into reading subtext i think this in combination with the full moon shot would completely suggest that Tyler and his dad ARE werewolves. and if my memory serves me correctly (i read the books YEARS ago) Tyler WAS a werewolf in the book. hmms.
no Damon Salvatore for two months. TWO MONTHS. no "that's for me to know and you to... dot dot dot"-esque quotes.
but okay this means that maybe i can FINALLY get started on my shakespeare essay which is due this friday oh my gosh. and the three emails i haven't answered. and my labour law seminar. and my labour law opposition. i'm reading about breastfeeding in shakespeare's times (lady macbeth's infamous "unsex me here... come to my woman's breasts, and take my milk for something something gall, thou murd'ring ministers" i think) and how the masculine aristocracy didn't advocate their wives to breastfeed because it would ruin the appearance of much-vaunted small, high, round breasts. also that the corsets that they wore would often cause inverted nipples and this could cause difficulty in breastfeeding and even if the lady succeeded the appearance of her breasts would be ruined. what the. can we all say-- out of context?!
but i will never look at a corset the same way again.
i need time to stop flying by so fast incidentally. it's running on airplane fuel. was trying to plan a short trip up to kiruna to see the aurora borealis but realised i have no time anymore. chalk up another one on the board of "did-not-do"s, which already has "go blonde-dreadlocked in budapest", "pub crawl in prague" and "pierce navel in hungary". sigh. but that was just as well, because if i HAD gotten a piercing it would have become less a piercing and more a slice upon coming back to uppsala and attending dance workshops et al.
slice. cut. blood. stake. STAKE. VAMP. VAMPIRE DIARIES. EIGHT WEEKS. :(((((((
okay shakespeare shakespeare.
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