#season 7 episode 3

[larry-is-my-anchor1]

Season 7 episode 3 of 911 titled Capsized, Tommy is reintroduced. I guess minor characters one would call Tommy, Ravi, grandparents and kids go in and out depending on the story.

Hen remembers Tommy being unkind to her, so she’s a bit standoffish. But seems like Tommy is trying to repent? He ends up helping her.

And here we go ladies and gents. Here we go.

And the we learn Hen is standoffish because Tommy knows a lot more, but that’s because Chim called him.

I don’t understand why Tommy said “I thought you would be a little more grateful.”

I love when Eddie, Buck and Chin figured out where Hen was headed.

That’s how Tommy is introduced to Buck and Eddie. I need lots of coffee. Remember that name.

I was so happy Nash and Athena are alright. I loved seeing Buck and Eddie save Nash and the little boy.

[pixiedust111]

Episode 3!

The sweetest part was Mary and George's back-and-forth correspondence, followed by its propagation among the rest of the family (Sheldon and Missy, Connie and Mary, Georgie and Mandy)!

Words of wisdom.

Funniest part! Warten! Warten! 🤣🤣

[onespncap]

s07e03 -- "The Girl Next Door"

[vivaciousoceans]

I’m on the black dress episode 🤭

[fruity-blogs]

Sometimes...

Taking a leap forward means...

Leaving a few things behind.

[egophiliac]

ENG PLAYERS I BESEECH YOU

I have been informed that you guys are getting part 4 of episode 7 tomorrow, which means we are FINALLY going to get the official romanization of Revaan's name, somebody please tell me because I need to know what it is.

like, yes, it's probably just Revan/Levan, but look, I'm sitting here with my finger over the button of all these Laverne and Shirley jokes and just waiting for the opportunity to deploy them --

[dremeeater]

THE GAY ONE

I LOVE THE GAY ONE

HE’S SO CUTE

[liopleurodean]

Season 7, Episode 3: The Girl Next Door

WHOA. 60 over 30??? That's really bad

Yikes

That's not good

I'm sorry Dean, but that's not happening

Ouch! Stop doing that!

Dude. What did you expect

Bobby!

Yeah...

But is that really Bobby

Yeah, no kidding

Dude, those take work

Something tells me dessert is the Winchesters

Or not

Oh Dean, you're in no shape to do anything

Good plan

Uh oh

This is nerve-wracking

Well crap

Oh thank goodness

They stole an ambulance.

Hmm. Good place to lie low

Really, Dean?

Wow, he is invested

Something tells me Dean would love Days if he gave it a chance

Baby!!!

Oh great

Have you tried Borax?

Well that's great

Major PTSD

Now you are, but you weren't 30 seconds ago

Yikes

Dude. Learn from Alexandria

I would not do that

Of course!

Sam, Interrupted

I mean, he is doing better

It's too good for Dean. Holy crap, this isn't just about Sam, it's about Dean's self-esteem issues. He doesn't think he can have anything good in his life, and that includes Sam getting better!

One step at a time

Yikes

That's concerning

Uh oh

Oh, that's really bad

That's not gonna help, Dean.

Oh, Dean...

No. Sam, no. He needs pie

A kitsune? Really?

Yikes

Sam, no

MY BLOODY VALENTINE WHAT

That's not good

Yikes

I think this documentary has been sampled on SPN before

That's not going to help, Sam

Baby!

I hate to say it, but Bobby's right

Dean. No

At least his weird questions will be passed off

Lars Ulrich?

Dean.

Hey, at least he was helpful

The brain is gone

Yeah. Educated

Hmm. Eight years

THATS MY TOWN RIGHT SMACK DAB IN THE CENTER HOLY CRAP

IVE BEEN TO AURORA AND MILFORD AND HENDERSON

IVE DRIVEN ON THAT ROAD A THOUSAND TIMES, THATS I-80

I'm still mad he stole Baby

LANCASTER PUBLIC LIBRARY HES GOTTA BE IN LINCOLN

Who's she?

...Sam?

Maybe she's the kitsune

Wow, the music

Ooh, Sam's got a crush

HE WOULD ASK DEAN

This is gonna go so well

I don't think I can watch

Ouch

Right...

That's concerning

Oh, Sam...

He's gonna destroy them

The way to a girl's heart, I guess

I'm sorry, Sam

Yeah

Is he really gonna tell her?

Right...

I mean. I was right

Does that exclude Queen?

Oh, her mom's the monster

Yikes

Oh, Sam

Hey, that's fair

Go Sam!

She's a vigilante

I'm sorry, Amy

Wow.

Hey, at least Dean knows what's happening

Dean.

Dr. Who!

Sorry, Sam

Sam knows how that goes

Oh. Oh, I want to throttle John with my bare hands-

Sam...

Catch-22

She has a kid

Dang it

Oh, she did not just say that about Baby!!! At least she acknowledged that they're good, though

Uh oh

Oh, Sam...

I feel really bad for them

Wow, he went flying! 😂

I'm okay with that rule

That was a sucky note

Mm, yeah, about that...

That's not good

She killed her own mom!

Yeah, that explains a lot

Wow, Dean

That's just it, Dean. You didn't have to

That's true

Oh, Dean...

Great. Biggerson's

The difference here, Sammy, is permission

That's a concerning thing to call it

Dean. Please don't

Please, Dean

No. No, Dean come on

Dang it, Dean...

Well crap

He's just like her, Dean.

That's not good

Ew

[kurapipin]

Fuis-moi, le pire c'est toi et moi 💥

[seruliean]

world's angriest oil slick for ur troubles

(i drew this before act 3 and i'm choosing to ignore it's existence)

[leveloneandup]

Merritt: So Syd and I roomed together on road trips because we're a couple. Sydney: Roomies. Roomies slash lovers! M: Y'all know how that goes, don't you? S: Yeah. M: Well played, you guys, well played. Christen: Guilty. Guilty. Tobin: Well played. Well played. S: Yeah, just roommates. M: We took a little note from your playbook and it works, actually. No one asked us shit. S: Yeah, yeah.

M: So anyway, we're laying in bed together watching those... S: Yeah. S: Cuddling. T: You always knew when the double bed, like one of them was, like, completely was made. M: Yeah. When you're trying to hide everything, you’re like, let me just... T: Mess up that other bed. C: Untuck those sheets, now we're good! M: Uh, move that pillow a little bit.

[nahctar]

another rexsplode animation

[fitrahgolden]

[whalebearr]

[ekkoscakeo]

"Our Final Song"

[a/n] : listen to ma meilleure ennemie while reading this to cry more ;')

The soft hum of "Ma Meilleure Ennemie" filled the small room, looping endlessly, weaving itself into the fabric of the night. It was their song, the one that had accidentally played the night they first danced, awkward and laughing, under flickering string lights. Now, it played again—not as a backdrop to laughter, but as a companion to a goodbye they both knew was coming.

Ekko sat cross-legged on the floor, his Z-Drive dismantled beside him. He didn’t need it tonight. Tonight was for her. She leaned against the far wall, her silhouette bathed in the dim light of the desk lamp. She looked fragile, as though the slightest gust of wind could carry her away. But her smile, soft and knowing, was as solid as it had always been.

“It’s a weird song to love, don’t you think?” she said, breaking the silence. Her voice was quiet but steady, as if she hadn’t just been crying moments ago.

Ekko glanced at her, a small smile tugging at his lips. “It’s weird because you love it, and you’re weird.”

She laughed—soft, barely there, but still enough to make his heart twist. “Says the guy who rewinds time for fun.”

He leaned back on his hands, tilting his head as he watched her. “You’re not gonna let me win this one, are you?”

“Never,” she teased. Then, more gently, “That’s what made us work, though. You challenge everything, and I challenge you.”

He turned his gaze to the Z-Drive. It lay lifeless now, the device that had once given him endless chances. But tonight, there was no rewinding. No second try. This was their moment, fleeting and final, and he wouldn’t waste it.

----

The song played on, its melancholic melody carrying them through their memories.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” she asked suddenly, her voice cutting through the quiet.

Ekko smirked. “You mean when you tried to spray-paint over my work?”

She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face betrayed her amusement. “It was awful. A galaxy? Really?”

“It was art, thank you very much,” he shot back, feigning offense. “And if I remember correctly, someone decided to fix it by painting stars that looked like fried eggs.”

“They were stars,” she argued, laughing now. “But sure, let’s go with fried eggs.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I let you win that argument, too.”

She softened, her gaze meeting his. “No, Ekko. You didn’t let me win. You let me stay. That’s different.”

-----

The song looped again, filling the spaces between words, carrying them to the quieter, heavier memories.

“Do you regret it?” she asked after a long silence. Her voice was small, almost afraid.

He looked at her sharply. “Regret what?”

“Us. This. Loving me.”

His heart twisted. He stood, crossing the room to sit beside her. “Never,” he said firmly. “Not for a second.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder, and for a moment, they sat like that, the song wrapping around them like a fragile cocoon.

“I regret the fights,” she murmured. “The times I pushed you too hard. The times I didn’t say what I really felt.”

“You pushed me because you believed in me,” he said softly. “And that’s what I’ll remember. Not the fights. Not the regrets. Just... you.”

-----

The night wore on, their voices growing softer, their silences longer. The weight of the inevitable hung heavy between them, but neither dared to say it aloud. Not yet.

As the final notes of the song played for the hundredth time, she reached for his hand. Her fingers, once so steady, trembled against his. “Ekko,” she whispered, “promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“Don’t stop living when I’m gone.”

His throat tightened, and he couldn’t speak. She turned to look at him, her eyes bright with unshed tears but full of determination. “You have so much left to do. So much left to give. Don’t let this—don’t let me—be the end of you.”

He swallowed hard, nodding. “I promise,” he choked out.

She smiled, leaning her head against his chest as the song began to play again. “Good,” she whispered.

------

When the last notes of the song finally faded, so did she. Her warmth, her weight, her presence—all of it slipped away like a fading dream.

Ekko sat there, the silence pressing in around him, his arms empty but his heart full of the love they had shared. The room felt colder, but he didn’t move. He let the quiet settle, let the memory of her linger a little longer.

His gaze drifted to the Z-Drive lying beside him, its cracked surface catching the faint glow of dawn breaking through the window. Gently, almost reverently, he picked it up, his fingers brushing over the fractured casing.

“One rewind,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Just one.”

He pressed the button, the device sputtering weakly before flickering out completely. It was useless, broken when he needed it most. Time, it seemed, had made its choice.

Ekko clenched the Z-Drive tightly, his knuckles whitening as tears streaked silently down his face. “Why?” he rasped into the empty room. “Why give me this power if I can’t save her?”

The question hung in the air, unanswered.

And yet, deep down, he knew. She wouldn’t have wanted him to rewrite this—to steal away the love and the pain that made their final night together real. As much as it hurt, it was theirs. Untouchable. Unchangeable.

The song looped faintly in his mind, the melody carved into his soul. He sat there, the dawn spilling light across the room, his heart breaking but alive with the echoes of her.

“Thank you for loving me,” he whispered again, the Z-Drive slipping from his grasp and clattering softly to the floor.

It wasn’t the ending he wanted, but it was theirs. And in all its beauty and pain, that would have to be enough.

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[bbygirl-aemond]

Emma D'Arcy on Rhaenyra's Fanaticism

Hi all so I've been going on about Rhaenyra's cult leader era for a few days now and wanted to bring in some quotes from two recent interviews that Emma D'Arcy gave about this most recent episode specifically. This is part three of my ramblings- I first talked about Rhaenyra's growing religious fanaticism here, and then expanded on the evidence from the show to support this here.

In the interview with the Wrap, we are told that Rhaenyra’s faith comes from “the ultimate belief that she is supposed to take over her father’s throne.” Over the series, “we see her become more and more wedded and ingratiated into her faith” to the point that “it borders on a kind of religious fanaticism.” She acts with this “slightly frightening…religious fervor, like she has the gods at her back in this decision.” In the interview with GQ, Emma reinforces this: “...something that has been happening for Rhaenyra throughout the series is a growing religious fanaticism.” Over the course of the episodes, “we see her more and more invested in her faith.”

As for why Rhaenyra is turning to religion, Emma outlines a few reasons in the GQ article. First, she is “in search of her right,” seeking to validate her insecurity over her birthright being questioned and usurped. Second, she has chosen her faith as the “anchor” that she is “going to cling to” in the wake of all the loss (Visenya, Lucerys, Rhaenys, Alicent, etc.) that she’s facing. But ultimately, Emma comes back to the idea of “narcissism” as Rhaenyra’s key motivator. “I think her connection with her religion is about wanting to reinforce a divine right.” Rhaenyra wants to believe that she is divinely ordained and special; it’s a very human desire, and so she’s reading into everything that happens around her. “She feels that she is riding on the wings of her faith. But her faith and her belief that she is the ruler that is supposed to sit on that throne are completely enmeshed.”

Emma also confirms in the GQ article that Rhaenyra views Addam claiming Seasmoke as “a gift from the gods” and says that this perceived sign is what emboldens Rhaenyra to both “ride roughshod over Jace’s very legitimate concerns” and is what “allows her to stage a massacre.” In the article from The Wrap, she expands on Rhaenyra dismissing Jace’s concerns: “ultimately, she will choose herself, really, above anyone. And here she chooses herself and her divine right over her son and her son’s legitimacy. I don’t think it’s an easy decision… but in this case, she feels she’s received divine permission.” We know how ride or die Rhaenyra has always been for her children, so this sense of divine permission must be incredibly significant to Rhaenyra in order to supersede her deep seated desire to fight for Jace’s claim.

Finally, Emma confirms in the GQ article that Rhaenyra feels like the dragonseeds’s deaths are “totally” and “without a shadow of a doubt” worth the result of two dragons being claimed. When Rhaenyra is up on that balcony, watching the dragonseeds be burned alive, “she feels like a god” and “feels super proud.”

To Rhaenyra, even the proximity to Vermithor and his dragon fire feels like she is “soaking up the divine.” Rhaenyra is in a state of religious fervor that distances her from the “horrendous” things she is doing in the short term; instead of truly registering how awful the carnage before her is, she is instead “experiencing events within a far bigger timeline” and thinking about how her name will go down in “the history books.” And so Rhaenyra ends episode 7 as “this sort of emboldened fanatic.”