I think pearl should couch surf. I want her to crash at different people's bases. I want her to be a heartbroken freeloader. She deserves to raid everyone's pantry.
There is so much poetic justice going on around him.
There’s Grian and Scar, for one, which is enough to exhaust a whole season’s worth of poetry. The allies, the murderers, the fatal flaws, the victor and his final kill. As if that doesn’t cover it, there’s Impulse and Bdubs, the traitor and the betrayed, the two stubbornly insisting on a marriage through gritted teeth. Whoever said the universe doesn’t have a sense of humour is in for a bit of a reality check.
And here’s the reality check – there’s Scott and Pearl. Except Scott doesn’t even pair up with Pearl, he chooses someone else – and yet, the person he chooses isn’t Jimmy. And Cleo hands him the flower, a daffodil, too yellow, and Scott makes a joke. And Jimmy jokes back, and the poetry around them shatters.
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Actually no Jimmy and Tango calling each other partners and Tango rushing down the mines to check on Jimmy and Tango jumping off the roof and Jimmy saying ow as we see not only Tango but Jimmy getting hurt. Jimmy coming back and going “And you said you couldn’t build!” to this little place Tango put together. Jimmy coming back with goods and them both going out back and forth to check and get chickens. They meet in death and they melt for each other so quickly. Jimmy comes back with cows and they’re cheering. They share a single bed. They make a animal farm. They communicate sweetly. They’re poor ranchers.
I don't know how to tell you people enough that cishets think gnc people and trans people are the same thing & thus homophobia and transphobia aren't that far removed from each other & sometimes people's genders aren't as simple as 1 or 2 & we should really be fucking getting along instead of wasting our time on stupid ass infighting. Other queer people are not, have never been, and never will be your enemies
the curse has been broken at last