A Cynic At Heart

There's optimism, pessimism, and realism. Well what about cynicism? That's what I'm all about.

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Friendly reminder that Leopold Fitz is not a cold-hearted lump

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For those of us needing a Fitzsimmons pick-me-up:

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“So how are your ships doing?”

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You say it. Go on. You say it first.

What Molly means is tell me this isn’t a game. When he does, she leaves the conversation having done what was asked.

But what Sherlock hears from Molly is convince me. When he tries, he leaves the conversation an utterly different person than he was three minutes ago.

She helps him while undoing herself. He lets go of his stubbornness in order to save her. That is love: choosing them instead of you.

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Well, if it's true, just say it anyway.

Anyway. Sherlock could have left that word out, but he didn’t. That makes all the difference.

“Well if it’s true, just say it anyway.”

It’s a moment of complete transparency. A heartfelt request gone unnoticed.

He may as well have said: “Well, if it’s true…

-Just say it despite the extreme circumstances.”

-Just say it so I can hear it.”

-Just say it because I believe you.”

After all this time, Sherlock has begun to understand what love is. Maybe he’s even coming to see that he desires it. And damn if he isn’t curious.

Whether or not he is capable of reciprocating doesn’t matter. What does matter is what is done with his newfound understanding. Because of Eurus’ manipulation, Sherlock decides that love is not a chemical defect but a destructive weapon. Fear is the source of his hysteria. And, ultimately, it is the reason Sherlock has trouble connecting.

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“There’s no way the body language, set, or costumes make any difference to the storyline.”

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He saw all the world in her eyes and couldn’t look away.

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Me: Fitzsimmons.

Homework: You should finish me.

Me: Fitzsimmons!

Homework: Really, I’m due tomorrow.

Me: FITZSIMMONS!

Homework: Seriously? You’re in college.

Me: FITZSIMMONS FITZSIMMONS FITZSIMMONS FITZSIMMONS FITZSIMMONS FITZSIMMONS FITZSIMMONS!

Homework:

Me: *can’t stop screaming*

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Is anyone else having a hard time believing that really happened, or is it just me?

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Good news: Wisconsin primaries had okay results.

Bad news: WTF happened on S.H.I.E.L.D. during that untimely notification?

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Here's what's so devastating:

Fitz, Mr. “We can’t change the timeline,” doesn’t believe the future holds more for him and the woman he loves. He must believe that every time he looks at her.

The bloody cosmos wants us to be apart.

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Only S.H.I.E.L.D.

Would strap a bomb to our favorite character and casually brush it off.

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"Fitz and I..."

The sound of music to our Fitzsimmons ears.

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We’re cursed.

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AoS Withdrawal Treatment:

No one has been shy to point out that a 10 week hiatus of AoS is literal death.

To alleviate the gut-wrenching terror, let’s all watch season 3 from the very beginning.

One per week. Tuesday night at 9/8c.

Let’s pretend we have no idea what is going to happen, so that when we get back to the death that is Maveth: LOOK, there’s a new episode!

We can make it, guys. Hydra, Shield, and FitzSimmons will be waiting for us.

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Can someone please ask Elisabeth Henstridge whether Jemma was looking for Will or Fitz so I can sleep tonight

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Pre-Matveh: There is no way Ward could get any worse. I couldn’t hate him more if I tried.

Post-Matveh: ... about that...