I started watching My Life With The Walter Boys with a friend and every time one of the boys did something incredibly insensitive and cruel for no reason we take a shot
Anyway it's episode two and i'm another "joke" away from shitfaced
While I started as a Cate apologist, I will always and forever be a Marie Stan first, and I can't wait to see her interact with my beloved problematic fave Billy Butcher my man
the idea of roy and jamie starting their fight at the bar, not over keeley, but rather as an excuse for a brash exchange of physical contact to distract from the shared fear of their relationship changing if either of them end up with her….. they’ve never ever spoken with such vitriol or swapped personal jabs to this degree, even while rivals. and it’s directly because now, this time they have something to lose between them. an evolved intimacy and closeness building beyond either of their expectations. reverting back to their clash of reciprocal vexed rage almost serves as a nostalgic reminder of how enduring this bond is. that roy and jamie can both contain multitudes; growth and destruction, kindness and brutality. baring the ugliest unlovable layers of themselves is an act of vulnerability in itself. it’s an unspoken language, reserved only for them. we still have this right? we’re still here? you can see the worst of me and i can see the worst of you. you can see all of me, and you won’t leave like everyone else. it’s unconditional love.