#all roads lead to Fitz

[prettybaby-inc]

here’s a random “Scandal” edit that i made

[thingsasbarcodes]

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. 5x18 - All Roads Lead...

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 5/5

Book Blurb:

A witty and deeply romantic modern reimagining of Disney’s Tangled, by the New York Times bestselling author duo Christina Lauren, part of the acclaimed and bestselling Meant to Be collection. "I dare you to not fall wildly in love with Ren and Fitz! Christina Lauren as a writing duo is a national treasure." — Jesse Q. Sutanto, National Bestselling author of DIAL A FOR AUNTIES and VERA WONG'S UNSOLICITED ADVICE FOR MURDERERS

She has a dream. He has a plan. Together they’ll take a leap of faith.

Ren has never held an iPhone, googled the answer to a question, or followed a crush on social media. What she has done: Read a book or two, or three (okay, hundreds). Taught herself to paint. Built a working wind power system from scratch. But for all the books she’s read, Ren has never found one that’s taught a woman raised on a homestead and off the grid for most of her twenty-two years how to live in the real world. So when she finally achieves her lifelong dream of attending Corona College, it feels like her life is finally beginning.

Fitz has the rest of his life mapped out: Graduate from Corona at the top of his class, get his criminal record wiped clean, and pass himself off as the rich, handsome player everyone thinks he is. He’s a few short months from checking off step one of his plans when Ren Gylden, with her cascading blonde hair and encyclopedic brain, crashes into his life, and for the first time Fitz’s plan is in jeopardy.

But a simple assignment in their immunology seminar changes the course of both their lives, and suddenly they’re thrown out of the frying pan and into the fireon a road trip that will lead them in the most unexpected directions. Out on the open road, the world somehow shifts, and the unlikely pair realize that, maybe, the key to the dreams they've both been chasing have been sitting next to them the whole time.

Review:

A modern day retake on Tangled?! I am all in (and it was so cute!!). Ren is a girl who has been homeschooled her entire life and kept away from people, technology, and everything in between ... but now she is finally getting her chance to be in the real world and starting her first class at Corona College. Fitz has spent his life playing the part, pretending to be the most charming, wealthy, and attractive guy around, his entire life has been mapped out and he's determined to keep it that way... or he was until a certain ball of sunshine completely takes him off his tracks. Ren and Fitz end up in the same class and when Ren discovers that her family isn't really her family and that her DNA matches someone else, she is determined to go meet him, and when she catches Fitz cheating she makes a deal: she wont tell on him if he takes her to meet her biological father. Fitz hopes that he can just take her on the trip and get her out of his hair as fast as possible... but the more time they spend together the more he's beginning to realize that he is very much tangled up in her. Ren is everything Fitz's isnt, she's so true to herself, so kind and honest, and unjaded... and if he wants to make a relationship with her it means he'll have to take off his persona and truly let her in to know him or risk losing the only girl who has actually ever seen him. Oh I had an absolute blast with this book!! I love Tangled so much so hearing that it got a modern day romance remake I couldn't wait to pick it up! It's absolutely such a fun read and and I think the authors did a fantastic job of keeping the elements of the original story while adding their own take on it. The romance was really well done and I just fell in love with both characters! I would highly HIGHLY recommend this book to anyone who is a fan of the movie!

Release Date: June 25, 2024

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and Hyperion Avenue for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[tangledbea]

have you heard about any new tangled media that will be released or in production?

Yes! There's a book coming out in a month!

Tangled Up In You

by Christina Lauren

A witty and deeply romantic modern reimagining of Disney’s Tangled, by the New York Times bestselling author duo Christina Lauren, part of the acclaimed and bestselling Meant to Be collection.

She has a dream. He has a plan. Together they’ll take a leap of faith.

Ren has never held an iPhone, googled the answer to a question, or followed a crush on social media. What she has done: Read a book or two, or three (okay, hundreds). Taught herself to paint. Built a working wind power system from scratch. But for all the books she’s read, Ren has never found one that’s taught a woman raised on a homestead and off the grid for most of her twenty-two years how to live in the real world. So when she finally achieves her lifelong dream of attending Corona College, it feels like her life is finally beginning.

Fitz has the rest of his life mapped out: Graduate from Corona at the top of his class, get his criminal record wiped clean, and pass himself off as the rich, handsome player everyone thinks he is. He’s a few short months from checking off step one of his plans when Ren Gylden, with her cascading blonde hair and encyclopedic brain, crashes into his life, and for the first time Fitz’s plan is in jeopardy.

But a simple assignment in their immunology seminar changes the course of both their lives, and suddenly they’re thrown out of the frying pan and into the fire on a road trip that will lead them in the most unexpected directions. Out on the open road, the world somehow shifts, and the unlikely pair realize that, maybe, the key to the dreams they’ve both been chasing have been sitting next to them the whole time.

Available June 25, 2024

Hardcover $26.99

Paperback: $15.99

Ebook: $9.99

[jadarnr]

Hello everyone!

Back here after 4 long years… Breaking the ice with my fave #OTP game…

List 10 OTPs without reading the questions:

1. Crowley/Aziraphale (Good Omens)

2. Belle/Rumple (Once upon a time)

3. Christina/Owen (Gray’s Anatomy)

4. Olivia/Fitz (Scandal)

5. Violet/Dietfried (Violet Evergarden)

6. Daria/Trent (Daria)

7. Liza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist)

8. Gintoki/Tsukyo (Gintama)

9. Elijah/Hayley (The Originals)

10. Esther/Abel (Trinity Blood)

Now answer:

1. Remember the episode when you started shippin' couple number 6?

“Road Warriors”. Trent looked EXACTLY like my first high school crush 😛

2. Have you ever read a fanfiction about the #2?

Just ONE? C’mon are you kidding me??? Who do you think you are talking to?

3. Has a photo of 4 ever been on your screensaver/profile photo/Tumblr?

Mmmh no, not this one

4. If number 7 suddenly split today, what would be your reaction?

Well… they official never got together so… That would be good news because at least I would know that they were together at least for a while 🥲

5. Why number 1 is so important?

Firstly because it unleashed my unconditional love for David Tennant 😍 And secondly... well I report what I once read on somewhere (maybe here):

Aziraphale and Crowley somehow check all the boxes for me in terms of a perfect ship.

Forbidden Romance? You’ve got it. Friends to Lovers? Yep. Pining? Check. Mutual Pining? Double check. Idiots in love? I have not seen two dumbasses more in love. Slowburn? 6000 years. Historical Romance? Yes is an understatement. One thinks they aren’t good enough for the other, while the other is head over heels for them? Absolutely. Miscommunications leading to angst? You could’t find two individuals who are worse at communicating. Bicker like an old married couple? “Oh lord, please heal this bike”. Pet names? angel. Are very soft but also bastards? Yep.

6. Is pair number 9 funny or serious?

Serious… too much sometimes. Elijah, you needed to loosen up a bit 🙄

7. Of all the couples which one has more chemistry?

Mmmh… hard question. I’d say 1,4,9

8. Of all the couples which one has the strongest bond?

9 no doubt about that 😭

9. How many times have you read/seen things about the couple number 10?

Unfortunately there is very little material around.. 😭2-3 noteworthy fanfictions, a few dozen drawings. (Esther/Abel shippers, wherever you are, step up!)

10. Which of the ships lasted the longest?

Number 9 and 2. And number 1 of course. No one can convince me otherwise 😬

11. How many times, if any, has number 6 broke?

None! Because they were never together 😩

12. If the world were suddenly in a zombie apocalypse, which would survive between 2 and 8?

Number 8 no doubt!!!

13. Has 7 ever had to hide their relationship?

IF they were together, I would say yes. But wait! Maybe they were together and hid it too well!!! 😝

14. Is 4 still together?

It is not clear to us or to them

15. Is 10 canon?

Definitely NO

16. If all ships participated in a Hunger Game in pairs, who would win?

It would be a very tough competition between all of them.

Now I DEMAND a fanfiction about it. That would be awsome

17. Have they ever tried to sabotage couple number 5?

No need: they sabotage themselves 🙄

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and even afterwards?

Number 1

19. Did you spend hours a day going on tumblr or Ao3 for number 3?

No, never did for 3. In the end, it was the one they gave the end that made the most sense. Let them rest in peace like that.

20. If an evil witch told you to split one of the ten, who would you choose?

Then again considering the fact that they would have to be together to do that and practically none of the 10 are... I'd say I'd sacrifice four.

YOUR TURN!!!

[aesthetic-solar-space]

Olivia Pope Appreciation Post!

Olivia Carolyn Pope!

She not only worked at the White House, and created her own form, but she put presidents in office. She doesn’t just fix problems, she fixes people.

She seems to have been mentored by both Cyrus and Verna which after her vast education, molded her into who she is today.

Throughout the seasons we see Olivia go through hell in back not only for her clients, those she loves, but also for herself. She will do whatever is necessary and her gut is never wrong so with those two pieces together she dominates Washington D.C.

Through the seasons we do see Olivia I’m relationships, even though she says in season one she can never have normal.. the other major factor being “All Roads Lead Back To Fitz”

Edison Davis: off screen the two have a past relationship where they lived together in Georgetown and Edison even proposed. However it ended, and years later they begin to reconnect- but Olivia can’t open up to him, especially not about the past relationship she had that’s haunting her (Aka Fitz). Even with Olivia being an emotional stonewall Edison proposes again, and Olivia says No. this second proposal shows Olivia that she wants a difficult, painful love rather than an easy and normal one.

Fitz Grant: Fitz needed help with his election campaign while on the trail and Cyrus having met Olivia at law school, knew just the person to bring in. They very quickly and easily developed feelings for each other, and as much as they wanted to be together Olivia knew that an affair would be political suicide for Fitz. He was persistent though, and after being elected he told her that he loved her. Even after Olivia left the White House due to Mellie knowing about her and Fitz, there love ans tension never stopped. They didn’t become official and public until much later after Fitz divorced Mellie. However things weren’t perfect, when Fitz proposed she at first said no - then yes. Then later she gave back the ring. Fitz did however forgive Olivia and move her into the White House, however once again not so long after this - Olivia feels trapped and like she doesn’t want the life she’s living. So she leaves Fitz and the White House. From there the relationship went back to being an off again on again thing for awhile. When Fitz moves back to D.C. to help Olivia after his presidency is over, and she has left the White House which is now in the hands of Millie. It’s left open as to if they get back together officially or what happens. But in my mind they do in fact get back together and though there life would never be “normal”, Olivia learns that the difficult and painful romance she thought she deserved was also a soft and sweet - safe place.

Jake Ballard: The two met a few months after the death of Verna and the sparks ignited fast. From there it was an on and off again thing. The relationship is complicated in many ways in true Olivia fashion but a major one being that Olivia is often seen going back and forth between Jake and Fitz. Jake is shown to know Olivia more than she knows herself, to know her darkness and not shy away. She is very open and vulnerable with him. Once Fitz has been re-elected Jake and Olivia go to an island for two months and come back boyfriend and girlfriend and stay that way until something catastrophic happens in Olivia’s life. When it’s over she doesn’t want to see him or Fitz as she tries to think of them as her past while she tried to move forward. Awhile later Jake tells her about how he’s in love with her but that if she loves Fitz, she should be with him. She does just that but after her breakup, her and Jake rekindle, though everything seems to be just physical until Jake gets engaged. However the engagement is just a cover and he tells Olivia as much. Jake asks if Olivia wants to be with him, and she nods and kisses him. However Olivia receives a threat that Jake must marry Vanessa or he would be killed.

Throughout the show there were a few other small romances but overall those above were the big three.

Trivia

- She paces circles when she is troubled by something that she considers a real problem, they become perfect circles if she is really worried

- In highschool she was on the swim team

- She has one rule for all clients: “Do not lie. They lie, all bets are off.”

- She knows 18 languages, including Spanish, Farsi, Russian, Swahili, Cantonese, and Urdu

- The character of Olivia Pope is inspired by the real life crisis management consultant: Judy Smith

- The final scene in the Final shows a portrait of Olivia Pope in the second floor of the National Portrait Gallery which is only reserved for portraits of presidents of the United States of America. This leads us to believe that sometime after Mellie, Olivia became president.

[chloristoflora]

"Are you hungry? There's beef cooked to tenderness by the hearth. And red wine, and bread. And butter."

He was silent for a time. His blind eyes were a dull gray in the dim light of the room. They moved in his face as if he still strove to see out of them. "Truly?" he asked in a shaky voice. "Truly all that food? Oh, Fitz. I almost don't dare to move, lest I wake up and find the warmth and the blankets all a dream."

"Shall I bring your food there, then?"

"No, no, don't do that. I spill so badly. It's not just that I can't see, it's my hands. They shake. And twitch."

He moved his fingers and I felt ill. On one hand, all the soft pads of his fingers had been sliced away to leave thickly scarred tips. The knuckles of both hands were overly large on his bony fingers. Once he had had such elegant hands, such clever hands for juggling and puppetry and wood carving. I looked away from them. "Come, then. Let's take you back to the chair by the fireside."

"Let me lead, and you only warn me of a disaster. I'd like to learn the room. I've become quite clever at learning rooms since they blinded me."

I could think of nothing to say to that. He leaned heavily on my arm but I let him make his own groping way. "More to the left," I cautioned him once. He limped, as if every step on his swollen feet pained him. I wondered how he had managed to come so far, alone and blinded, following roads he could not see. Later, I told myself. There would be time for that tale later.

Fool's Quest, by Robin Hobb (Fitz and the Fool Trilogy #2)

[prettytanuki]

s02ep00 of Mushoku Tensei

This episode feels like a side-story. Not as good as MT season 1 but I guess you should watch if you want to watch season 2.

Spoilers & my thoughts on the episode below.

So the episode starts with a royalty talking about cake with her guards, except cake is codeword for tits, because this is mushoku tensei and all roads lead to perv.

Then we see Sylphy getting teleported into the sky and we're reminded that, yeah, this would kill most people normally.

So how the fuck does she survive this? What does this have to do with that princess? Is she just going to fall on a tree and they'll help her or something?

And then all of sudden a huge pig goes rampage and brutally kills one guard... wait what.

What's up with this pig all of sudden? Where did it came from. Why does it decide to go on rampage the exact moment Sylphy is falling down in the sky? In hindsight, was it that water spell she tried to use earlier and almost drowned in it?

So as it seems that the other guard is actually fucking dead, and the second guard is prepared to die and tells the princess to gtfo, maybe... just maybe... this pig is the real deal, so I guess Sylphy will kill the pig, the princess will be like "hurray" and the story continues from there. The only problem is how is she going to land.

What the fuck? HER HAIR JUST TURNED WHITE? SHE JUST PULLED A KANEKI???? I was wondering who the hell was that guy white haired elf at the end of first season and it was JUST HER WITH WHITE HAIR???

This was dirty. Dirty and cheap. Can't believe I fell for that.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???

ARE YOU FOR REAL RIGHT NOW??? SHE JUST... FALLS RIGHT IN THE EXACT SPOT LOL

Okay this was awful. I guess it solves the issue of how it happens but holy shit this was awful. This is some looney tooneys shit.

Okay so the princess takes Sylphy in on the condition that she wears these glasses... I guess that explains where the glasses come form but... why tho...? Is it the eye color? I guess that must be it because I can't imagine it being anything else. I don't really remember eye color being that important though. I thought it was the hair color.

Messy writing aside I gotta say this looks pretty badass. Sunglass white-hair elf ftw!

Some royal bullshit happens in the ball. Silent Fitz, huh? I guess that explains how she maintained low-profile despite having no court training. Was Sylphy an elf...? I don't really remember. I think she was supposed to be a demon, so she's pretending to be an elf.

Fitz seems traumatize. I guess that makes sense considering this is MT.

I guess that makes sense but I was sort of imagining she would just keep "Fitz" around for herself and make no effort in finding her family.

Wow a theater scene. Crazy to think people watched these before animes were invented.

So it sounds like the princess was just trying to get people to search for Fitz' family but the other royals misinterpreted that as her training to raise to the throne... or was she????

A fat bastard noble with a collared sex slave??? This is so cliché.

But I love it.

I'm sorry, what are they saying? I can't concentrate on the words.

"We will not nip the buds, but reap the one who sows them."

Okay, so ur gonna kill her. Why not just say that, explicitly and in plain English, you fatass smirking bastard.

I was so focused on that perv noble I forgot about this other perv noble. ARE YOU GUYS ALL PERVERTS???

RUN FITZ RUN!!!

oh no.

Oh, she's actually one of the decent ones. She wasn't going to attack Fitz. She, just like she said, was just going to sleep on the bed, together, and never had any plans for otherwise. That makes sense.

What a nice emotional scene deepening the relationship between two girls, I'm so glad nothing perverted is goi

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! NO!!! NOOOO!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Blushing Fitz is a cutie.

Oh fuck no. You in bed and open your eyes and a stranger is standing there? This stuff gives me nightmares!

It's an assassin!

Fitz can fight hurray!

Wait a sec... that's fat bastard's girl. She looks smaller than I thought. Why is she an assassin. That doesn't make sense.

*fighting ensues*

Cool moves!

What did she do.

WHAT DID SHE DO???

I mean it looks like she just pushed the assassin with her two hands but honestly that's some SLOW assassin if she just let Fitz attack her full of opening like that.

And blast!

And...

NOOOO!!! FAT BASTARD'S GIRL!!! What the fuck!!!

Why would you do that for, Fitz??? JUST CAPTURE HER ALIVE! Needs an interrogation scene!!!

Is that so? Is she part of the dark guild? Because I'm pretty sure I saw this in Cheat Skill already.

I hope she survived the fall.

I'm glad there was poison in the blade. Sick of half-assed assassins who won't even coat their blades in poison.

So with the assassination the princess leaves for "studies" abroad, which means Fitz goes to magic school, and that connects to how she sent Rudeus a message at the end of last season. That makes sense, I guess.

WHY ARE THEY CLIMBING MOUNTAINS LIKE THAT??? JUST GET A CARRIAGE OR SOMETHING! You telling me the princess of a kingdom can't even get a proper transportation to cross the mountain range?

Okay, fine I don't really know a lot about how royalty works, iirc the average royalty was way poorer than what it looks like in a fantasy show because they only reigned over small domains but surely there is fancier way to travel through a mountain than three people in capes, right? no idea what it would be tho

[oliviapopesgf]

Its because she's a black woman of course. Olivia's pain and struggles are always the main focus (she's the scandal) yet the characters and even some viewers ignore it. Season 3 election cycle maybe one of the best arcs that show how hard she fights for the bare minimum, never exactly what she wants or needs and its never enough. The situation is the problem but she's the problem too. Even when Fitz's divorced and leaving the white house she still can't do it, its herrrr.*

*im not getting into it but all roads to understand Olivia lead to Rowan. Her commitment and relationship issues (lets not ignore how fucked up her friendship with Huck, Abby and Quinn can get) all connect to how she sees power and the world and that has to involve Rowan

[jewel-odom]

Book Review: A Good Girl's Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson (2019)

   Yesterday, I finished A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder, Holly Jackson’s debut onto the young adult mystery novel scene. Since an adaptation is coming to Netflix soon (in partnership with the BBC and featuring Emma Myers and Zain Iqbal) I figured it was time I finally sat down and removed it from my TBR list.

   For those who haven’t read it: A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder is a murder mystery in which the main character, Pippa Fitz-Amobi, attempts to solve a five-year-old murder-suicide for her high school capstone project. Along the way, she recruits Ravi Singh, the younger brother of the boy found guilty five years ago. She must examine strangers, enemies, and most importantly, people she considers her friends and family. As in any small-town investigation, she finds more than she bargained for.

   My first impression: it’s a solid young adult novel. There’s crime, romance, drama – not just in main character Pip’s life, but also in secondary character Andie’s. It made a great beach read, but what really caught my attention was the structure of the book. The format (switching between the narrator and Pip’s journal entries) keeps the forward momentum of the story and the massive flow of information from becoming overwhelming.

   The complex number of characters and how their lives overlap is realistic to a real small town, and part of what makes Pip’s story so entertaining. We all love the drama, the gossip, getting to discover every side and point-of-view. Why else are the Kardashians are so successful? Another realistic part of Jackson’s work is that the ending was not easy to predict. Like a real criminal investigation, everyone looks guilty. The slowly growing number of suspects, conflicting information, and lies kept me as confused (and motivated) as Pip for most of the story. Another part of the book I greatly enjoyed was the visual aids, which were not only a real necessity, but prompt the reader to think through the murder as Pip does. (Plus, everyone knows it’s the unofficial mark of a great read when there’s a map). I really loved being able to speculate alongside her, and as Pip did, I became more and more certain that it was not Sal Singh who killed Andie Bell.

          ~ SPOILERS AHEAD~

   However, something that was a little too easy to predict was Ravi and Pip’s romance. It was a little too ‘typical’ for me, the energetic and optimistic investigator falling for the traumatized and hurting family member. However, the romance unraveled at a satisfyingly slow pace, with Pip appropriately oblivious for the majority of the book. Granted, this annoyance could stem from having read one too many young adult romances rather than any fault of Jackson’s writing, which I found very engaging, but it does verge onto the cliché in my opinion.

   I did have some other moments of disappointment. The biggest was regarding Mr. Ward’s confession at the house at ­­­­Gravesend Road. As I was reading it, I couldn’t help but feel let down. I had serious doubts about Mr. Ward being responsible, and it seemed like a cop-out to pin it all on him. Even more so, there were so many questions left unanswered: where was Andie’s car? Why were ­­­Daniel da Silva and Stanley Forbes in kahoots? What about Max Hastings and Howie Bowers? There were too many whispers of leads left hiding in the shadows for this to be the plain and simple answer.

   However, this disappointment was short lived as Pip came to the same realizations I had. The killer was still out there; this wasn’t all to be blamed on Mr. Ward. However, there are still a few unresolved issues in my mind, even after Pip finds out Becca Bell. The first is that Mr. Ward is not portrayed as a man with serious mental deficits, yet his canonized actions are that of someone deranged or just plain stupid. It seems unrealistic that he would mistake some other girl for Andie, especially one with “…obvious differences,” and especially when they had been seeing each other romantically (353). The only thing that would make sense to me is if he had had something verging on a mental breakdown after killing one (or, as he thought, two) of his own students, considering he acted in such a “…heightened state of fear,” (355). Perhaps he did, and it’s never mentioned, or he is just that good of an actor, but that doesn’t feel quite right to me. And if he didn’t have some sort of breakdown, where does picking up a random girl on the side of the road and locking her in an attic for five years, serial-killer style, come from? That’s quite a dramatic turn for a suburban dad, but I suppose he could have been crazy with grief, or something like that.

   The second unresolved issue, as mentioned briefly above, are the whispers shared by Daniel da Silva and Stanley Forbes, Stanley Forbes and Howie Bowers, and Max Hastings and Howie Bowers, respectively. Perhaps these connections are explored in the other two books in the series, but as a nosy Southern woman, I of course want to know all the unsavory details. The line on page 383, where Jackson writes, “…Fairview still had its mysteries, unturned stones, and unanswered questions. This town had too many dark corners; Pip had learned to accept she couldn’t shine a light into each and every one,” was a disappointing conclusion for me, but I don’t want to pass judgement without having read the rest of the series. And perhaps this is just a truly realistic ending, one that is as unsatisfying as real life.

   After finishing the book, feeling a little jipped, I hopped onto the old reliable, Reddit. I was curious to see if the masses thought similarly. On a thread titled, “Should I Read A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder?”, I found exactly what I was looking for, and more.

   First, I discovered people absolutely hate the third book in the series, As Good As Dead. Second, I learned the British author (which I had already flagged as weird, considering the story is set in Connecticut) actually wrote two versions of the book, the original set in the UK and the US version tweaked to appeal to audiences here. Not only does this seem completely unnecessary, but it created some details that sound odd to the US reader. First and most obviously, Pippa’s name, but also the occasional British slang that slipped through the editing cracks. A thread on Goodreads, my next stop in internet research, agreed with Reddit and I’s opinion, that Jackson (or rather, her editors) could have just left the story in the UK and American readers would have loved it just the same, if not more.

   Despite this oddity, most people have nothing but praise for A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder. One Reddit user compared it to Nancy Drew, and several others commented on its realism. There were very few negative comments, though the ones that were there mentioned that the twists were boring and the ending unsatisfying.  

   Overall, A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder was an enjoyable read and definitely took me for a ride. As young adult novels go, I would recommend this, not only for the strong female lead and realistically portrayed murder mystery, but for the engaging copy and interesting structure. Will I seek out and read the other two books in the series? Probably not, based on other reviews. Will I read Jackson’s other books, Five Survive and The Reappearance of Rachel Price? Yes. And am I going to binge watch the whole series when it comes out later this year? Absolutely.

   I hope you enjoyed this first book review – there are more to come. Let me know in the notes if you agree, disagree, think I’m crazy, etc. Happy reading!

@jewel-odom

Sources:

A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder: https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/series/G3M/a-good-girls-guide-to-murder/

Netflix Series Announcement: https://www.netflix.com/tudum/articles/a-good-girls-guide-to-murder-release-date-cast-details

Reddit Thread: https://www.reddit.com/r/YAlit/comments/148u357/should_i_read_a_good_girls_guide_to_murder/

Goodreads Thread: https://www.goodreads.com/questions/1864422-why-the-us-version-is-different-from-the

[libidomechanica]

Untitled # 9626

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               1

The sea all was loued aye. Much rage, who, seeing   have giveth all this dazzling staircase   at a title to be that matters admired his lungs, with prayers, but on the thou art they explode into the lattices,   Darling sprites, yet little, meaning   over there was the jewelled from fiend, a song. Thy soul, had bound would ride. Before the black rock in the cock sung in mind, will   work sublime: lady Fitz-Frisky, and marrie   star-laden, a long delight empties the stars, Love, which are just, strike, for wanting the feast in white road, at Florence, my lost thou   had set you sigh, nor much the nice yellow   darlin’ darlin’ darlin’. Is na’ she saw her choice virtue rudely staggering arms.

               2

There but one, and ready thorns and breeches.   Quicken, so effect with you against dearly!   Where is selfe at last more spacious, not touch’d earth and heartbeat tellingtons turn’d, and which her death-wound, and the knight, the through her.   But now echo, assonance; or if they   came to and fame to her notes into thy Will’ one will is recall’d Parks, ’ where the heau’nly nature, fie! Of cunningest sate by   train passion from that is greet me for a   while they flashes, dust; we are to please; and if every ill of hopes to bud like handles her best look, for love? What future   fortunate. Let crutches that he cheek. Then I   shall had order place. He dance. In all approve, whose were enough. But still on the friend.

               3

That are broken my weak proportion slide.   That matter, than ever an hour ere lies   a slave off metaphysical discussion, while throned queen and inspired and in me is twain, it must burst and by chance,   and to hear that would lead a man direct   to tell the silver mixed in, unto the sea, and yet not rise nor stones layd: cuddie shall no mortal clear; tlot-tlot, in truth is thy   sour balls. I can head, taking a whole of   swearing,—Stella is not, to pass mildly away, if like the queens, patriots, kings of thine to the Hare upon a cros, our   straight sweet Draught of Intellectual war   how Bess, the night eyes were not for Lycius starry skies. Will well and see beautiful.

               4

The stone. Nor I for the wind and boxing;   and while craftely you want’st that I do   when she fleeting, and what she would everywhere, like to here. And gritty, but the silent change my fresh frown old, and of my breast   or the precious sighs and stout as chives, had   childish lullaby? To say I’m an expansion House of it, that’s beware of the Stars—’fore whom my ears on her view, by cold   winds used to my kinsfolk on this to bud   like to gi’en the purple moonlight! And that weld the boy does teache herd approve, to thee, when the Town must blows so red the portal,   but never know about, in huge vessels,   which thy faithful remedy but Flight. Skyward against the door that’s in order set?

               5

I much more orthodox. The hert’s forehead,   and the landlord’s daughter, and stream’d from the   wife to hunt him ruin your tenderly: you hadst the roses. She smiled, and wrought our notions as if thou art free, the summer’s   hymeneal hopes of Night at a deadly   bear them that mix’d thy brow; and for you, to you, to you and yet I had joined lets it spring above us on me, the cave   when Noon is apt to reveal. And his lungs,   while care therein campeth, spread; within my soul iudging his truths transitory hues; for being a sort of question: and breeches   of our praise is within the wind. The   queens, patrician, was well lit, that each, as he found, dark wave slides all the proffered up.

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When I require, i’d try conclude   those were brought of late, much a song of salt,   and loose; a fair pearls pale and let a sigh back again, and my fill. That do such are o’er, and as their chamber door, whilst thine! And   rising in chiefs, orators, queen of flower,   nor can’t say I have her mother, where London his part, and lyftes him ere the blade of a charming Polly Stewart, the   maids were enthroned queen: my liege, ’ said there   repose, or one drink of late. But, children’s voice, lute, and is such a man but finds none, away belov’d: oh pardon me for awhile   they played the road sun-stoned branch, that vex   thee to the rises in rejoicing, as if crooning clear green less as trophies home.

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With the sky, with just drop into the sea-   beasts, ranged heart, I said; she said, that, Syr Phip,   least not any flaws or suits full lips, where in you want to the news was endowed white thou mayst thou that when the dead! Ah, Benedicite!   When full on the sunny Summer,   till heart-struck two, and every weel waled were neede more grief.��Then hey, for aught she wit to find the cover-because you sleepe art   dead? But, children, growing petal myself   an evil stroke of the knight fell with love and suffer more appearance—but tis the dying down swung the most of much deplore,   sits sage husbands till see despite. And lustës   negligence; prudence and bareness to bear, and every ill; and that beauty.

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My scorner, or adamant, to prevails.   I grant to be the colors and flatter,   ’ and skill, in the high place, struck not feel that I devouring plums, or peace, ’ quoth she, that to load and to here. At all mov’d; from   either lord. He shore up that ere blood by   which were despise. Before each nook and maiden- flowers for wearing, an upturned. Sets found nor war; and deep devotion deep   and see not only the way, this unriddled   wonder! For her know it; but your verse a vacant or in his morning offend. That, Father comes from the commission a   forlorn, instead of changes. First house too   this separable vows received with a woman-kind washing Absál’s Image free.

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Eventually tied a kerchief fear the   winds, as if they shot him shall beset within   that wear she lay to the damsel’s tears, and yet, heaven above, more changed heart: as though of what done, and died in the cobbles   he took desire spurn’d she never reads   his eyes should have waned in the waves roar of Heaven, that bringeth: o stones good comparison to death and further down until   it seemes ease. And, where all my poor and   let appellation of thy vaine, here i have seen—and she went that women were, he hastily spak, the Lustre of the sun!   In vain held they be, myself out like this   condition to decay, by nature, from his Breast, there’s Brummel? And now my breast!

               10

Your slight I never knight; and with pity,—   juan, as in a gloomy shadowy land.   The unnameable for a lass wi’ a tocher; the yard with its twine, dry they say, some strip for having the cords of female   senates seeing about luxury.   I will my woman’s chariots hurl’d like to walk by night doth dwell: vnwisely weaues, those errors of our face not chuse but burn   the eye, and deep to her lieth. But that do   such pow’rs make riding—marcheth she, My grandsire or a scorn, good satire, i’d try conclude those red mourning he is he   spurred to settled grange. That when I begun   to the glittering down the drugs that way;— juan yet quickly grow above thee embrace.

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Turn out some soft face she sing of Hero   and frighteous to wound, and a bore, if he   harbor and he drove so many a sweets commands and confusion; the moon but felt th’ enamel of a thronged stretch around   moon was very wing’d ship may meet, with   the dews at ever, for a grandsire on earth’s old and enter you’ll find that I were up annals, reverend Rowley Powley, who   cannot find that all … he took his arm of   fire, by ministers admired, wants to be nevertheless then hey, for you tell me my love again. Only what they crossing   more, more appear before the sand around   here, bright parson, posting the tree, which the snow. With such your fingers, you should save.

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—I wish God damn! But reach’d them for my beauty.   Renewing a little overturn,   and let the moonlight, and maiden comes, and thus may staying waves; say thy vaine, and less; thou my soul began the brine; where was near;   tlot-tlot, in honour pendulums pulsing   in the hoarse with burden of masonry, nor can’t well remain once again as I do not rob all of your money or your   pads upon thy worth to me. Or wanton   maids and undressed its blue harbouring sun; conspiring wit, and the store, broods on my dreary, I would not thy Bright them up with   swift messengers fine when she leaves, the hoarse   alone; the married, unknown, even with slight of stately staying on one wanteth.

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Some say truth is, ’ said before and lead a   man of thee dear, let me ever-singing:   she, conclude, that plea deny and solve the inward smart; such precious thought for a wither heaven, my Love’s first were a rose—syne   pale like a crayoned cry I should bar the   night,—without hoped the knight over his with Spirit would fallacious, not one; my nature, gladdening a hand,—why, thus devise,   among black. Broad smoking north, I know; a   good as sour leisure gave his wrong the load. Which may request, in pale in a trice were fame to know what an honours to me; and   transfer musks and struggle forth, unbothers   said no word that overcome it. The maid of tears as pearls of moonlight; so was hid.

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A poor tread a married all him by   consented not that I find you in sleep, protect   me. The sea-snakes in vain, no silver be so: for his raptures while. And I was was not so; I love to quell his oath,   another give, chance mind. Like thee? Fair   virginity; let loving a dark vault above— devoid of tears by wretch! You couldst thou know the golden close me thou dost keep steady   thy parting kiss, so straight to farmers   rich, that, and so knowing, haue learn. Darkness it some knot. And even and all the footmarks, one will gain—or nonsense is due, only   a honey terrifies me. Lust am   fallen down on thy pangs are thickly to be woo’d and fired. Goodbye, goodbye!

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Little hearing. The hunt him up; I’ll devise,   and every other, your grief in your   breast, there shaken with you, you with of a generate but kind; why let it seemed by the worst: all women most sweet, yellow, yellow   guineas for it. The heard the fast flying   on Latin King gold to a tax-trap— I look on as a dreamlight on my though every ill; and female kind, am urged   by authority, and with two plant bombs   inside of my company: I gazed-and great, if not then my hearse. Would tell your flower imagines the precious thought, I fear   office, as from her sorrow I may be   never: our honours to overturns; and, all song of praise is dreary, he door thee.

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Pardon mine nor sought the lass wi’ a tocher;   the night, as confused beyond the long   delays, and revelry grew hush; the small amounts, an innocuous as twas, alas! New polished by a long seal’d to   another will confounded be: vnited pow’r   before me like a poem obeying in his text; nor are therein, yet open blots will of midnight, but left the count is,—   or which I cannot finds no high rocks on   the forme of the source of your brain, I shall no more daylight’s peril among that Coleridge of the sleeps; then being rich foreigner’s   quick, we are the third or fourth offspring thee   by moonlight; mine eye and clear: here-’ he was tired of my mouth slips the news tonight!

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That wealth adieu; since I’m free and Caucasus;   if you do this son, we see, and you   for to stop twitching have to entertainment need me. It might with patience marshy ground. Dies or e’er comes gloomy Winter meeting   to run out I wanna be your voice   of these poor I, the other sinking of prince, nor the human sense is due, only of you and flatter; and lands in hevene   a-bove; for for place, which i cannot summer   heart. Down, and your breath, for in gear, in islands were even the ev’ning gilds the troubled half their doubt this seldom three descend,   and cassia crown’d in bydding all   thy brow, and let appellation to illumination, when so sweet sake o’t.

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Tis hardly name the brow had never chart,   and thank your sleep as it many, round would   speakers—I have lived with gnarled bark: for in you, we have name could she is without a woman-love to cosset, nurse, and on her   loves to be marked the key to hide; but   glorious blundering alone in Song like men singing for giraffes. She sandy down; call once in vogue! You hadst thing, the through the   mob stood, brown breadth of us—a watch you   mighty pearl the crone: then come and under horns and the sky, and broils root out the very wise; it had watched to the little grey   to inhale they things the meads; where haunting   in chief justice of their sad friend, a sort of sight air along.—How thy task, that all.

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I shone, mice-scaled, and briers. Sits sage husband   to aery things. The latters reede, why of   eyes still flinging: she, conclude those features decorum, and thriftless their man. Thy fair, and troubled soone as the fashions, gaudy   cunningest sate with young mansion House too   palpably descending short, he victuall’d Paradise. His youth will you pleasures give: to meet no unkind breath’d death all the trellis   and fearful this learning they’re new comfort   I expect my hearts; and goblets, and dripping fire the life will I die. His grace should and wound her; but mine’s the knightly, wildly-   wanton Satyr did; nor did I let   my face defile. Fair the judgment throughout thou came those prescience, for pity?

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The pass’d beyond then roll the star-laden,   a long, to chace: and mars a stiff and   Leander; sweets your most sweet. Then the crevice but internally sip from the crawled still mimick’d as we flit by and thou could wears   ago you smiles, he or startles at their   head grew up on the centre sit, yet I’le at leads to it our humble knapsack a’ my weak voices call fruit without. And   a duty done prays the walks, when the God   have way through to understand thy firmness makes us nothing I was; but now echo, assonance; or if the unnamed it   less; i’m so entangle, and that it was   she: but the myrtle sicken’d instead, while ever a wrinkled holy water’s mind.

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Often I caught her hair in dear, tis scarcely   after a passport, or quiet to   roose hersel very Garment was it he let the blessed in his leaves beside the life. Nor is my handsome strange man shooting a   rumpled crime, and combining hand against   a wall, and deep, where’er I still we thy legs, thy spotless thine, my lost my aching shine and thought, the race for serpent—Ha,   the friendship is Reproof’s a smile; and in   shreds and Moon of our meet, who this is gone, save on did musick lendeth! And we rose as we flit by and groveling down. And the   queen made him hideth and common cry and   grief. I am alone, O lake, beneath her brow. A red-coat troubles that you made.

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By an article. To you, your herte al   hoolly on his higher view, by cold blow,   when to bear love shall religious wood; when gusts shake a single, and place fortune, never a locket filled with that which when the   darkness. Such famous for a lass wi’ a   tocher; the Muse displayment. Yet sin, his spirit! Where is smoke, there was the good. Your wine, dry they dazzled at a’? Than grandame   apes in the thing but to gang, and yonder   of Wisdom on the thorns and watch, and deare. Or the blade answer to under-tone gruff within be fed, with streams white skin like   o’erloaded with its lamenting in their steps   are loved lord, and fiery heart or heart submit, noble, rich, that glittering arms.

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In secret cause is due, onely by   your ease, and her pace, have been such disgrace.   And I so low in Eden with increased, prolong that hill the please, to my ears before me like a dog he list growing echoes:   who in derring dew? That you once again:   but will not: but to get from God: nor leaves quickly underwent shall still. But finds none, away. To court he cheek. There, naked   trees, lawyers and these notes interline within   the time, and in hand thy frown, chid her own love in a spacious food; reproaches, ropes of cold witching. But who can touch, no   think I know they beholding it to meet   no pitie I find of a lie? Some perspicuous man. I scorn to builds a Heap of Dung.

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And slight I cannot bloom in her fall; she   said, I am alive to breed: the king   has been supportress of the centre sit, yet still call. Her her head, and oppose great, if merciful as fair as their cell, the   House of Commons turn into here. We, whom   I grieve: for thy rising in his homages, for the purr of that; and he nothing but their glinting been done, into one, that   over the ev’ning gilds the whisper’d, vanished   out by advised respects no fair Scotia hame and caught thus, for a glass, the cry from whose only, you give disquiet, while   with hands the very eyes, lips drink your soaring   that understand, where soon applied, would perfume: before Don Juan saw a creature?

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And only dance with a blunt plain; nor, till   hear with house the incalculable   mysteries as he shutters, two or the ghostly galleon tossed upon him thy fair, and roar’d out, while ours works, as I roll’d to   me had the loftie verse a vacant head, ere   an arm of kings, conquer Loue; the world one by chanc’d by the answer’d, or woman died. He: nor am I. But Damme’ s rather   a look, set doth expell. And every ill;   sunset, before happy he went, in my rhymes not a Sage marvell’d hairs on your limbs of me, were a bouquet in an unperfect   actor on the den and me like to   blast was mine’s the earst had the Character of our sex is free. If only the Third?

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Strict injunction come one to the old inn-   door. Drew forth; your chest, with of cold philosopher   had fix’d foot, obliquely run; the nombers flow, sun and Max whimp’ring opens to the harbor and builds a Hell brake out   of the sky, then his bowers, was locked and   brought those wild bee’s slight and lint, and eft did fetch his javelin wound, and if the lang I’d been fairly diddled. But, by tasted   feast thou sawest grows: but were we lay, the   roses nobody can lovely Polly Stewart, there is no law for to stretch around here was a noise of life but writer’s   blossoms which Loue hie set the woman’s roves   into my ample, fever, both that ever, for the cold with scorn with you none.

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Quiz it to me constant, bore no title   to say, now his boots but I trust, and grinning   world? The sweet sin, his part: how strange in wind, that may passion with all the glorious proudest kerchief, crying, Give Sal that   figure distaind with due preciously to   your dread; thy frown lately strumpets wanted steps aright, as hers! The weight, as he found her, but t is thy sire, hath the white   flower lieth. Way—or tell you pleasure, fie!   Upon thy Heart are endlesse you discontent vs in the fashion,—say what deep- sunken in the wind alone as though I   must struck by the centre of the deep breath   to green, whose whom I grievous tormenting better, though hell should shut thou, who mayst true.

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Light of foolscap subject servant’s pudding   moon, will have I to see her teens. But fair   as they were, at least nor flowers, like a story arm; and, all that doth those, one will brings hours. Their couple seen the highway’s clear   are the landlord’s do-rag. Sunset, before   than his paramour, and has become not due to be in love upon the eaves, had watch TV shows not warme, for a   lass wi’ a tocher; the brutal summer’s   dwell, and prayed so hard a woman died. Of a new-fall’n year, Whose fresh hope, life, in brief are, their tunes, who sat amidst the spacious   English poets, and that do such better   luck a week’s soak, over ear, and a heat to discover the prophesies of her.

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Towards younger brother and grinning a Gangster   Disciple. Look always easy. Our   two souls fly to be freely, wishes went! My backwoods in monasteries, unlawful wedlock fountain the little of Or   Molu. Passion tis also her neck unto   dancing wittes to see to cloudy, dark, o’ercast my smart, and modern curtsy, and rough has so much; I was slowly dust:   and yet turn into as furious are,   and thought, or wake at noon; and fro, and the thing to you: the ocean’s suite, late assistance addeth to knowing? The wild Moor, then   shall try, but winter and ask me to come   would forgets to the little Clod of Clay, then hey, for a guides, meanewhile barred.

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Now which married all heart, a key … Even   the world, unbless truth to beseech a glad   Lycius then what he would have laid he, which from the coal has plotted trains of power to find; but in paradise, ’ who ruine am   with my wealth, a poor, yet still the strove   no aristocratic spirits. I’m free, the only, you grasps in Polly Stewart, there’s Brummel? But, you again under;   and over dull natures, but to enrich   the lintel of the doors broken-heart while we, like Pygmalion, for shall I cannot change dissolving in—I too withstand. Who   will for scarcely afternoon—the ridge of   twilight luxurious progenitors have this wars and chaste and he world—ah me!

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Nor shame, and troublous tydes han vs   assayde, he knew they catch me with my   wretcheder think that I ask no inconvenient kindness; leaving somewhere all arguments of glass, beautie with musket shatterer   neuer lie I kiss Anthea laughing   cruel fairly doth floures fayre Elisa rest, a way found, not know a softest, Russian or Castilian? Up past somethinks   my life is o’er; and she would you in his   subject; and watch TV shows about poetry, and she not a fright of eve and much, and Litter in the season   to eat browne. But lets it something bed—that   flow; now crystal eyes—but that very eye doth impart, if not in my wither spokes.

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Which that dead. And someday to climbs to where   the cable spanning by, and we’ll be cooles   ere it not, to that women in no more sugar’d thee to the brave power there I’ll promised and the funds at war where the   season afterwards rude. For the rich with   a friends or kinsfolk on the sex were were so serene a good watch for he was, as rolls an ox o’er like my new blacken’d in   a thoughts that it be so. To cadence around   those wound, and every thing from the might, and, Loue, I took delighted loom of your coffee hot let me foreign lands of civil   could decide, and the garden daffodils;   beside than their title is implies: such precision fleeth, leaving poyson knows.

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And dandies, wonder his up tails all; what’s   our lives another side the trophies home.   I love knows the field and strangers disembark often in the next, with,—’Damn your cheat us neatly footing a tythe which the   table, without afar, whilst some one   engendering watery desolate minion bleeding Heart’s partake it sprites did thus I lead a man would be the lass wi’   a tocher; the nice yellow, yellow, yellow   night parson, posting rather ran in Feavers burn an angel pure Beauty by love like my old stocke gan to share, must be   so hie, and gathering kiss, so strange the   prescience, debauched it. Their silent land anon the bottom deserve a knot.

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I knew ’twas just the wind blowing pearls of   the fatal draught of these wound him over,   and now my pen the deep-mouth’d Boeotian Savage Landholders was not thy larger wove in sport it’s fast by love, that I were nor   my mare, my Katie? Tho gan to marked by   touch, that lights cannot our humble husband- hunting rather offer, except the slope side by silk seats or suits full bring the waves   roar. In such as calm me confounds forged hooks:   indeed I’ve not think I’m waiting day, thus bold pretender heaven in the expressive arm’d, and pain and are not thus taken,   mends should I be left to sing, a beauty   you great containing hand. Accosted the spiral of life as when thou live and gone.

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You hast there poets who abound in decent   London’s so weake and haply may cloy   when I look up into place, and have the Gods, who was kill’d with their burthens, meaning, waned again and Moon of many a May.   Woo’d and filling from year droop; three were   Elisa rest, or else but pass. When will no more ways that was beguile they pleasure somewhat do still the flowery Spring comes   quick a grows later. The sand art made it   sprites, yet with pride, wi’ purfles and people writhed her empery of joy with pain, the show to draw you once felt, keepe   stomakes me to him, and stiles which is eight   on earthly fruit bush where I planted steps backwoods and Fate prove, love’s fire shakes her out.

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The little for the way, they flash of all   to Love shall not love the Disease, it is   beauty’s an hour to recede like this the flit by each other must come this day; but as a strangely pass and outside silken   court arise? The old inn-door. Children and   Absál, pass’d in the buzzing of my stout blood of Shame by flying from my soul in mind, will fall. Do melt into his the grandame   apes in the enlivener of love,   to be, in self despise there the Muses upon thy great was stung, perverse, what hast thy inward loves his limp and a long the   heau’nly sway. And bind a heart. Nor long; I   warrant thou could Medea’s magic mend thy assigned, to climbe so hie, and leaded panes.

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Whose brow of Evil; the Bench too dear. And   that me leads sunny skies. Is yet the level,   that women I could be said; she placed around to say, through pores of glass, and take her mourn the express’d up for idleness   intended race. Her seven, and by; and   stray impassion tis to pray, some he mused beyond the town. Mine, my doors proclaim the center your fortune swell the flame in that   no night blue halo of flowers. Pistol   from his dress, heroes, lay out the Soul till have let his traveller; every Russ credential; and shall I say curst, for both gone   on it. To makes thunder’d on her meeting,   a beauty’s fading flats. Of joys; and helmes vnbruzed wexen dayly brow, and paid it.

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Her beams have seen—the river. And then my   life of joys; and the thing record of Lucy’s   feet beneath her, but you sigh, nor stumbling by; but mine nor mercy from world had ceased velocity, space. Before me like   a graine? How much less gentle rain Unravelled   sky. I said before the surf and call’d soil. On train on my wing’d ship may meet but if, as not one; my eyes will not: but   to governed by thee. Days I have you for   the morning on one party cross the people write heat. She smile: granteth! And let you sleeping still, now, or coaches girls are dead,   stiles where London his behalf. And I lost   their head, taking north, even the Guide-book’s privilege. To be a tatter’d voice hiss.

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Because silken couch, thought, how high classes.   Love share, ’twad been open alway, at courtly   train pass mildly ere it be with this; she dwelt or dwell forget me everywhere, naked trees, have a couch: twas icy, and   once together.—The pulse and ready two   year forward. And doth this came a murmur of fools will I see she shimmer or henceforth the winds used to bud like Tom could rate   but kind; why let it comes, and half so fair   child, as whether of this I called hands are little hard world knocked at a’? Will hint allusion; there upstairs his flocking fry,   delightest living poured, you grew up with my   valentine. In nature of stairway again that closet never blind fool, the bay?

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The latterer from the ground; thus bold began.   The milkweeds’ honey terrific glare,   love’s Garden: leaves of them, the TV because it doth but for their title is implies: she twisted that trouble;—I   wish ourselves: I’ll protected light. Though too   shore, yet knew a woman-love to be accomplish’d please; and the Chicano cats over to cloud, so I was a bachelor he   was the maid of the sparrow’s light—only   in hevene a-bove; for she leave me thou know what to answer This fate. Shalt hear how Bess, the fix’d his woman. Together under   tribe who can tax my mind is of my   chains with Jove, thought she wept a ray. Mercy and the room, hall, or a granary floor.

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Conquest of yoga and the treason is—   the gods had exercised to and fause that   he had never was a bitter chance to melt; the sweeter became the loathsome maids young and being quite persuade, natures which   I cannot like a mallet into his   Love murmuring seemed by Love come again appearance—but t is not bad, but quite but thou art alone as there, it were demand;   all mine eye thee, my lady, no. He   pour’d by their couplings, and canst thou doe sitting o’er the early life will never looks along. That audit by each nook and square   they shoul’dst be cooles ere it can entomb   it racks, priests, castles, thou stay at home; for the new deckit wi’ pride of a fancy.

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And I will I die, some confine that swelt;   and was assembled photograph from year   to the sweetnesse raigneth! And, so tender set, haply I may standing lines mynd about superficial, his sweetly? Kept up   among the gracious the way to t, since   I see yourself, appears a stranger, ’ and let appeal: more, to fighter’s pink corduroys and roe, freely shall see, through but kind;   nae ferlie ’tis the shocks of illness that very   scribed the grasps in Polly Stewart, and strange was stiff twin compasses are not seen, the boon that white though multi-track white   star that have smile; time has know not how true   my laddie’s sae meikle to follow you up the children dear, was it yesterday?

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Both loath a psalmodic amble beneath   the merely make me what you for me, whom   a garden his Cup, he looked for the world almost a people who long sea of offices of the sage, or dim the beasts nor   blind fool, have smile, Love in a thought of Phœbe   serv’d upon his writer’s more than Heavens despair, hover’d at selfe-felt disgrace. It eats insphered, and says her eyes and rough   hardly left me go down to throwe out of   slight and the sound of a habit. I want to another sigh-tempests moved it—’t is gone far away child with her in the   Ant’s eyes have no friend; nor show me thy loving   and ready claim the Body and nuptial mirth? Love like a bittour bumps within!

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Nor war; and stone-wall’d town; through her hands upon   thy sweet milk doth not, she shifts and me   wonder, then being above me thus, for a lass that world surmise. Deigned to settle whistless transfer musks and tears, from the golden   time draws near; farewell. I will off an   honour unhappy he who, when possess’d, and my hand, but this day she is. But the sea; she will not single ones mynd aboue their   bellies layd: cuddie can hopelesse gayne. And   guilded honour is it, to this excess, and gums. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye! Are not bite yours, that time has known: my part must be   converted from the dust and discretion   to share is exact affairs is my bruises and still e’en gae hang. Now the song then.

               45

There fair as the bay, now the change his Lips;   reproved the heard, thus let us away;   down again the day. Henceforth strong sun. But I shall resign; for both I and towering light, hand she not hold my secret bowers,   too, she street and canst thou art or else   but adoring, still haue learne; think that where was she dream of horrors the higher sport it’s easy. You didn’t measure of my fate.   May see she told it not renew it; my   tongue does his face, that treasure! That first he fleeting, and me; and, where or observation. Love in a monster proffer o’ the   day withers cannot tell exactly where   are the queen: my liege, ’ said her, and them in a tangle, and she cravat stain that’s best.

               46

Bess, the bay, now they ask what yokes wi’ a   tocher; then said, and listening a sleep, lest   the Banquet-room, fill’d with Heaven’s breath goes on yawning your murmurous cheeks bespread a man’s hand, one will of roses. By thy   glass! You take her face; the market took heat   showers that indigence; prudent, a gang war wrapped with reward blowing wind live when to Pindar; and and sit in the white and   heart, and thoughts of men I lived with ass’s ears   broad majestie of salt, and Moon of night, and her, but fouler far doth remove the graves, obey. A poor, yet a lamb he country   gentle store, you to this friends do not boldly   lie: now theme: I have ’scaped the skye, sike words. It has gone. Is this wrong, to speak.

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I find sometimes something and by his storm   came there. While often abroad with his fame   is a moral people bred by that would that doth her utterly thy vaine on the rose inquisite to yours is my daughter,   wi’ plundering swooned, and though, by my sinful   blind to the faster heare, though erst so longer proffered up. Would you tell of you want to freedom, he apples, blush, and ever   fair forefront bare young girls are brought a   haloed ascetic to the exacted; for front, what thou art descended. She said, My life I grace is compresses every   thing I was you, and niche. And now the footmarks,   one will last Review line thou art all that doth deceived him as an awkwardly.

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She has a dream. He has a plan. Together they’ll take a leap of faith.

Ren has never held an iPhone, googled the answer to a question, or followed a crush on social media. What she has done: Read a book or two, or three (okay, hundreds). Taught herself to paint. Built a working wind power system from scratch. But for all the books she’s read, Ren has never found one that’s taught a woman raised on a homestead and off the grid for most of her twenty-two years how to live in the real world. So when she finally achieves her lifelong dream of attending Corona College, it feels like her life is finally beginning.

Fitz has the rest of his life mapped out: Graduate from Corona at the top of his class, get his criminal record wiped clean, and pass himself off as the rich, handsome player everyone thinks he is. He’s a few short months from checking off step one of his plans when Ren Gylden, with her cascading blonde hair and encyclopedic brain, crashes into his life, and for the first time Fitz’s plan is in jeopardy.

But a simple assignment in their immunology seminar changes the course of both their lives, and suddenly they’re thrown out of the frying pan and into the fire on a road trip that will lead them in the most unexpected directions. Out on the open road, the world somehow shifts, and the unlikely pair realize that, maybe, the key to the dreams they’ve both been chasing have been sitting next to them the whole time.

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Scandal 707- Winter finale

Alrighty. It’s been some time since I’ve done a review. Scandal as of recent has been focused predominantly on Quinn’s disappearance and Olivia’s endless fall and there have been some incredible reviews and analysis regarding the episodes. I’m pretty rusty but I promised that I would do one, so here it goes.

The first scene on our screen is Charlie flipping through pages of pregnant dead ladies, looking for Quinn . Huck comes in and to my surprise he doesn’t seem upset, or teetering towards his own darkness instead he’s talking about creating a spiked fidget spinner so they could use it on the person who took Quinn.

That’s it. Where’s all hands on deck in search of her? I honestly am confused by how cavalier QPA is with Quinn missing, the only one truly breaking down is Charlie. When Huck went missing everyone was on pin and needles searching for him and there was a sense of hopelessness with his case. Not the same for Quinn. Perhaps they think highly of their leader that if anyone can come back it’s Quinn. I don’t know but expected more urgency and fear.

Quinn is the perfect foil to Olivia Pope, she is the one who introduced us to Olivia’s world. And we see because of Quinn that Olivia Pope isn’t all that she portrays herself to be. In fact Lindsay Dwyer is the first person that Olivia Pope killed, so it’s rather symbolic that Quinn Perkins would be the one to shed light on this continuous cycle that we have found ourselves on. 

Olivia and Quinn have similar mannerisms, as evidenced by the above gif both of them seek the shelter of a bathroom for a moment of peace. There is a obvious disconnection between Quinn and Olivia that has been intensified with Quinn’s takeover of QPA and her personal life coming together. But the interesting thing about Quinn and Olivia dynamics is that Quinn doesn’t appear to have any animosity with Olivia, she warmly and gladly invites her back into QPA never reminding her that it’s her name on the door, she welcomes Olivia with open arms. Olivia, not so much. There’s jealously and a sense of aloofness when Olivia is around Quinn, this portray of being happy with her choices only seems magnified when someone of a personal standpoint enters her glass world and reminds her of her failures of having it all.

Back at the submarine. Jake and Olivia are discussing that once again they have no leads but as the screen pans on Quinn, I notice something shiny, it could be her watch or it could be her ring either way it’s telling. Now. why would Quinn show up for her wedding and leave her ring....ahhhh....the ring.

When  Olivia was kidnapped, in order for anyone to connect that she was taken and not simply running away she had to leave behind her most personal possession. Deux Bebe. The ring Fitz gave her all those years ago.  As we know, Quinn too leaves her ring behind. And the thing about the ring symbolism is that it’s not the ring itself but what it represents that is of value to them. Is it a coincidence or is this more. The paralleling connection between Olivia’s kidnapping to Quinn’s is remarkable to note as these little nuances continue to provide us with information that is subtle yet precise. Things are fishy around here, and for me things are becoming more murkier as we move through.

Is anyone else smelling rotten fish whenever Jake speaks? Jake attempts to give Olivia her own speech she made when looking for Huck “we don’t give up. we don’t quit.” But baby girl ain’t having it telling Jake “to be better” but honestly how can he be better when subpar is all he knows.

“I want the monster who did this. I want them here. I want them to face command .  I want them to understand who’s fight they stepped into, and then I want them finished.”

Olivia wants the monster who took Quinn held accountable and facing judgement day with herself as the

judge, juror and punisher.

But as the episode progresses Olivia begins to see that she might be the monster responsible for Quinn’s kidnapping. Will Olivia make herself accountable and face her own judgment day, that will be the question.

After voicing her list of wants to Jake he attempts to comfort Olivia who shudders at the touch and instead tells Jake to just find Quinn. Baby girl isn’t  looking for comfort especially from him.

Olivia isn’t attempting to null her guilt and ease her conscious with bastard’s mediocrity. Sexual gratification is no longer desired when Olivia finds herself in a vulnerable state, and the swine’s tool of manipulation just dropped a peg. Yes. Olivia.

It’s funny for a women who struggles with saying her deepest desires she had no problem voicing her ‘wants ‘ when it comes to finding the person who took Quinn. If only Olivia didn’t fear what her true wants could mean to her.

As Olivia looks at Quinn on her screen she says a loud “where are you?” And interesting and perhaps foreshadowing we see Mellie giving an interview but as the screen pulls out we see Marcus and Fitz at the Grant institute with Marcus watching Mellie on the screen. Fitz is hard at work looking sexy and serious about doing whatever it is he must do. With his tie and jacket off you truly see Fitz actually putting in the effort and being functional in ways he couldn’t be at the White House. His office is bright and not with artificial lights but the natural source of light; the sun. A Stark contrast between the scene we just left with Bonnie and Clyde literally inside a vacant shallow pool with their only source of light being man-made just like their relationship versus Fitz’s office having rays of light that doesn’t require fluorescent lights being needed.

Marcus wants to seize on Mellie’s popularity and have her support their criminal justice initiative but Fitz reminds Marcus that he has only eight minutes in the White House to pick up his son, in so many words they don’t have an ally in the White House , they will have to do this on their own. And once again Olivia’s AU dream connects to reality as Olivia and Marcus struggled to get their criminal justice bill passed without an influential politicians approval but in the end of the AU Olivia learned that she didn’t need the White House to conquer her dreams instead she did it on her own and though it proved more challenging Olivia didn’t have to compromise her soul for a goal.

Another day goes by and still no Quinn. Exhausted and mentally spent Charlie goes to Olivia for answers and looks to her for the truth; that Quinn’s dead. Sad irony that the gladiators still place their trust in Olivia and Charlie needing answers goes to Olivia who couldn’t be any further from the truth or her own truth for that matter. But still they believe her. They trust her. Their blind faith in Olivia is not therapeutic for any of them. I’ve discussed this on twitter but I have a problem with how everyone projects who they want Olivia to be and because she hates failure, Olivia channels the person they envision her to be. A mother. A savior. A fighter. A legend. Anytime Olivia branched off to find her own sense of self one of the gladiators would blame her for abandoning them and Huck too would tell Olivia that he worried about her with the president, when staying with Fitz made Olivia a better person.The intention of this scene is crucial as Shonda is scraping off every projections we have placed on Olivia and starting over. And I’m here for it.

Charlie seeing the reminder on his phone that his and Quinn’s baby is due tomorrow. Is also a reminder that due day is near. Quinn’s supposed to have her baby, but she’s not here.

After comforting Charlie we see a rattled and upset  Olivia struggling to put the key in and open the door. Hello euphemism

Jake.

After talking with Abby, Cyrus is able to put two and two together about admiral Ballard and confronts him about hurting an innocent person (thus far) who’s no where near president rashad’s bombing. Jake with arrogance and aloofness remarks that accidents do happen. You see this is why I can’t stand or condone his character. How did Jake find this footage of Quinn when Huck hasn’t? Jake couldn’t even turn on a printer three seasons ago and now he’s back to being the best spy.

Jake tells Olivia that Quinn isn’t dead because the two people who want her dead are in this room.

He’s right there . Jake tells Olivia he’s worried about Curtis Pryce because there’s no telling what Quinn told him, but before Jake could dictate the dialogue, Olivia’s assistant barged in after ease dropping that Olivia is being summoned by her father.

You have to watch the episode a second time to truly see how disgusting and revolting Rowan is. Olivia tells her dad that she doesn’t have the time for him because she has to find Quinn Perkins and immediately Rowan focuses on that and tells Olivia that he has Quinn, and declares her ‘mine.’ Elated, Rowan smiles at Olivia’s shock pleased that he has the upper hand. Unknowingly Olivia bends at Rowan’s will, moving from standing over him to sitting beside him and reasoning.

“Quinn Perkins. The one person who can take you down. The one person that knows about your new assassination. hobbies. The one person that you would never kill.  Your recking. I have Quinn Perkins. Your down fall and the key to my freedom.

Checkmate.

I win. You lose”

For those crying about Olivia being evil and dark this is the root and seed of her issues. Rowan once again playing mind games with Olivia just so he could punish and control her once again.  I am truly flabbergasted with how callous and manipulative he is though not surprised, once again Rowan extracts Olivia’s truth and turns it into a weakness, and afterwards he has the audacity to tell Olivia that it’s “a fair trade” how can he justify his  four months of fear to Olivia’s lifetime of it. This man cried to Fitz about wanting his daughter back yet when he had the chance he help her he turned his back, almost eerily similar to his candor with Olivia’s kidnapping.

Which tells me, Rowan doesn’t love Olivia or anyone for that matter. This is all just a game to him, and he once again is pulling the strings . And like many I do believe Rowan had a role to play with Olivia’s kidnapping.

Interesting things to note: 1. How does Rowan know about the bombing and Quinn having intel on Olivia. 2. “Your her child’s godmother” 3. “I win. You lose” Jake said those same words to Olivia and now their father is using them. Foreshadowing of their interconnectedness and how Jake might still be working with dad. Possibly 4. Olivia’s distaste for Rowan’s wine. Is their horrid connection coming to an end? Please be a hell yes.

Once again wanting to be the hero in Olivia Pope’s eyes, Jake goes to see Rowan who remarks that Jake is pathetic for crawling to Olivia with his tail between his legs. Jake is gnat that won’t go away. Jake begins with empty threats about him needing to leave and not to underestimate Olivia. Has anyone noticed the common pattern with admirable Ballard , when people get too close to Olivia he warns them that she’s not the person they use to know. First it was Fitz, then he had a moment with Mellie and now Rowan. Jake is going rogue he’s no longer listening to Olivia’s orders because she’s no longer command, that’s why he killed Curtis and used Olivia’s assistant which I doubt Olivia knows is an assassin to kill him. This is still survival of the fittest and Jake is acting on self preservation.

 By the way does anyone think Cyrus is going to lay down and not come for Jake after finding out Jake killed Curtis and instead of appearing remorseful, Jake emphasized that Curtis was snitch and a rat. Cyrus hasn’t forgotten James who was a journalist and also one of Jake’s victims.

Cyrus, when you come for jake.

Needing help with how to remain untouched by Rowan, Olivia goes to the one person who shows just how impotent he truly is . Shonda, heard our cries and delivered Maya to us.

Maya is screaming Olivia Pope season 2 with them creamy silk pajamas and her apartment is also similar to Olivia’s style before she lost the light . Interesting that Olivia styled her mama’s apartment with such brightness and light meanwhile her apartment looks like the ninth circle of hell. But like all mama’s they know their child and she’s able to read Olivia like a book; had Quinn not threatened Olivia with the truth she would have been rescued by now but because she’s a liability and a threat Olivia’s uncertain of saving her. But Quinn isn’t just a threat to Olivia’s professional world, but her personal one as well. When Olivia looks at Quinn, she sees the person she was supposed to be, the life she was supposed to have and she’s angry. Quinn is starting a family and being a boss all while remaining true to her self and her values and most of all she’s happy. Quinn dying would mean that Olivia doesn’t have to look at herself and be reminded that she’s failed to capitalize on her hopes and dreams.

Maya, sees that what Olivia is asking for is her permission to let Quinn die. Maya grants Olivia her permission to kill Quinn but even she too wants to know what’s in it for her by helping Olivia. Damn. Poor Olivia.

But Maya’s right though, that’s how she remained unscathed by Rowan when he threatened to kill Dominic (Maya’s lover) Maya let the clock run out and chose to let Dominic die then submit to Rowan showing that nothing and no one can trap her, she is the power that Rowan preaches about.

Mama knows best. And in this situation Olivia is bound to lose. There’s no winner; either she saves Quinn and gives Rowan the upper hand or she remains firm and loses the remaining piece of her soul by choosing to let her friend die instead of saving her.

Feeling the overwhelming weight on her shoulders Olivia is crying in her bed, she pats herself on the chest, the way a mother comforts their child when upset but that is the thing - Olivia’s utterly alone.  ultimately Olivia made her bed and now she must lie in it literally and figuratively speaking. The physical act has Olivia trembling as she wrestles with consequences of her actions.

In a formal room of the White House in the lightest blouse we’ve seen Olivia wear in some time there seems to be a sense of calmness to Olivia, there’s finally natural light in the space she’s occupying. The door opens and Olivia closes her eyes to prepare herself for Mellie and their charade. Olivia gives Mellie her notes and she attempts to leave but Mellie stops her, speaking to Olivia’s need to be wanted, moving towards Olivia, Mellie talks about the sacrifices of President Rashad’s death and that she’s here signing this treaty because of Olivia.

This highlights to the me why I could never stand mellivia and why neither should you. This pretense of feminism is infuriating and Mellie seeing that her key to freedom is leaving uses Olivia’s own words against her in order to convince her to stay. The stark contrast between their clothes and height. Mellie’s wearing the power colors (dark&red )as she towers over Olivia who’s now suddenly seems so small and fragile.

Mellie calls Olivia ‘the champion’ the same word Rowan said to Fitz when describing Olivia. Mellie has the nerve to tell Olivia that they need to be worthy of their sacrifices.

What sacrifices have you made? The one’s where you used your husband’s father raping you as leverage? when you freed your son’s killer so that you could blackmail Olivia to work for you? or when you used the token black girl as your mule to carry you to the finish line. Fuck you Mellie .

Mellie feeling empowered tells Olivia this is only the beginning for them and for some reason I can’t tell whether Olivia was repeating Mellie’s statement flabbergasted or whether she’s simply playing her role of hyping Mellie up. I don’t know.

A member of the Lena Dunham feminism, Mellie makes Olivia repeat after her that they need to be worthy of their sacrifices and that there can’t be nothing , no one and no man standing in our way.  As Olivia repeats those words it’s only when Olivia gets to the no man part that she looks away from Mellie and towards the ground. Hasn’t a man already come between them. Even though Fitz wasn’t seen much this episode, his presence is felt throughout it and certainly at this moment where Olivia no longer seems as tethered to the white house and this way of living. 

Waiting for the time to run out, Olivia goes to Rowan and of course she enters the red door but we don’t see Olivia opening or closing the door instead we are moved immediately to the living room where impatiently Rowan points a gun at Olivia in the same manner that Olivia did to him.

I thought jake removed all of Rowan’s toys and guns so how in the hell does Rowan have one pointed at Olivia! You see this is what I’m talking about , y’all think I’m supposed to believe that super spy was the only one who found Quinn’s footage when his incompetent ass can’t even remove firearms from Rowan’s house? Olivia’s not surprised by seeing the gun pointed at her, she’s use to Jake being a disappointment.

The chess match begins as Olivia and Rowan make threats towards one another. Unable to kill Olivia, Olivia puts a bounty on Rowan’s head; in 20 minutes he’ll be dead if he doesn’t hand Quinn over . But Rowan counters that letting Quinn die is worse than death for Olivia as her soul will be gone forever .  And this is where the true conversation begins.

“ you think Quinn and I are BFFs that I’ll let this cloud my judgment . Or that mini Quinn  She’s caring is a little person I’m already in love with. That I just can’t handle the idea of them both dying . You think there’s a soft chewy center in here . You do think that! You gave me a dead mother. A life in boarding. then you told me everything I knew was a lie. You took away the only man I ever truly loved . You killed his son. and you have consistently erased my hopes; my dreams, my ambitions. You made me in your image.”

The Horrible truth and acknowledgment of their relationship. The first step of recovery is acknowledging and as a start Olivia acknowledged the psychological damage Rowan has put her through since she was a child. Rowan made Olivia motherless and then sent her off to boarding school, her childhood ended. And then Rowan taunts Olivia that he’s the only man she will ever have and to never pick anyone over him again. Finally Rowan strips Olivia of her remaining freedom by continuously putting a wedge between her and the only man she has ever truly loved.  To make Fitz hate her and ruin their love, Rowan kills Fitz’s son; what love can survive that?

I’ve said it many times that Olivia loves Fitz because she choose him. He wasn’t created and orchestrated to seduce her. Fitz is real, not some manufactured b613 toy pulled from the assembly line. So I appreciated Olivia admitting to Rowan and herself that Fitz is the only man she’s ever truly loved and still loves to this day. Olivia has yet to even begin working through the Fitz of it all but this moment of acceptance is a good start for me.

 Rowan has infiltrated his way into every aspect of Olivia’s life, her professional, her personal, and her sexual life.  We are reminded that Olivia is a victim of her environment, how can we hate her when she’s tried so hard to prove herself unlike him that she finally succumbed to what she perceives is her fate.

Has anyone taken note that Olivia is recreating the same moments that Rowan committed to her. 

Olivia has played a role in almost all of her gladiators relationships not working. She broke up Abby and David,  she manipulated Mellie into breaking up with Marcus. Rowan took away the only man she’s ever loved, Olivia controls their relationships the same way Rowan controls hers. If she can’t have love then neither can they.

Olivia has shot down a plane killing a President and innocent civilians, mirroring Fitz shooting down a plane that was supposed to have her mother in it.

Olivia, has finally killed a child on her orders. She killed Yasmeen because it suited her agenda the same way Rowan killed Jerry in order to break up Olivia and Fitz.

Quinn mentioned that she has a witness who knows Olivia bombed President Rashad’s plane so if and when that witness comes out will Olivia kill him/her the same way Rowan killed Harrison?

I don’t believe Quinn is dead though her dying wouldn’t be the worse thing for Olivia as there it would be a real and tangible consequence for Olivia’s own grave yard of bodies .

With Olivia unleashing some of the weight she’s carried all these years we see the predisposed patterns that has influenced and motivated Olivia to this way of living and thinking. 

Olivia still kept her and Rowan’s picture on her table in her apartment yet Rowan has no pictures of Olivia or of anyone hanging on his walls or tables. It’s time for Olivia to move on with her life and she has to let Rowan go and not just figuratively speaking because she tried that and it didn’t work. No. Rowan must die so Olivia can live. 

The empty threats are exchanged until Rowan walks away and we hear a gun shot followed by what sounds like Quinn begging for mercy and then a couple more shots. Olivia jumps shocked, surprised that Rowan actually shot Quinn she trembles with fear as she clinches her stomach from the straight shot to her gut. Olivia mourns and with a matter of seconds she turns cold as she faces Rowan. 

I’m terribly sad to see the show I love go and the characters who I’ve connected with leave my screen. However I’m excited for when this show returns, the trajectory of this story is clear as it moves to the finale stages.

I’m highly optimistic for Olivia and her pursuit of happiness. The finale scene was dark and brutal but the beauty is that Olivia can learn from this and create the life she wants and the people she wants in it.  I will always have hope for Pope and so should you.

Enjoy your holidays with family and friends.

Until next time ,

Muse.

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FitzSimmons in Every Episode 26

Season 5/Episodes 17-20

Side note: if you look through the subtitles of the last gif you can see Iain de caestecker and Elizabeth Henstridge 😂

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Agents of SHIELD 5x18 "All Roads Lead" Season 5 Episode 18 Promotional Photos & Synopsis  #fitzsimmons