I have died. Don't ask me questions, don't leave me notes, I'm not going to be able to brain until I see Sam out of that damn fucking panic room. I have issues, okay, I readily admit that. AWESOME, AWESOME episode, just amazing, but ... yeah. Hit me back in March.
Unless there is a tag. In which case, we can talk then. But there won't be, because omg. Or will there. I don't know. I'm going to go get drunk now. Metaphorically.
*uses fear the wrath of the eta tag because who am I kidding - I'm WEAK*
Eta the first:
TAG. TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG. Written last night (in record time, might I add,) by
datenshiblue , who read my mind and, instead of running away screaming, wrote this for me instead. I would have added it in here last night, but I was crying too hard. Gah. Two crying weeks in a ROW. *purchases stock in Kleenex*
ETA the second: I LOVE THAT FAMINE GOES TO THE BIGGERSONS, LOL. Because get it? That's where the boys won the all-you-can-eat-for-a-year back in season 3? ICWYDT, SHOW. *muah*