In death, as in life, she is perfection.
Well, last episode was pretty monumental.
But we can still count on a traditional bombastic Bates Motel finale, right?
Everything has changed.
They’ve been gone for almost a year. They’ve earned it.
Now that Bates Motel is back, it really feels like things are back to normal.
Now all I need is Revenge, and I’ll be happy.
I could take or leave Once Upon a Time at this point, though. I’ve had enough of stagnation.
It was inevitable: we’ve finally run into a talking episode.
I suppose it was gonna be a tough ask for American Horror Story to continue its murder-raping, body-bagging, Mare Winnigham incesting pace.
And this episode is kind enough to slip in a bit of tongue.
I’d probably choose the cake. If you were wondering.
Well, first we had death-by-rape.
Then we had making a man out of Kyle.
I didn’t expect to get horrified again, but American Horror Story has managed to turn even Mare Winningham into a debauched nightmare.
God, it’s good.
Oh, baby. Never leave me out here alone again.
It’s been, like, 9 months. That’s too long.
But god, it looks like it was worth the wait.
Dat Vera snarl.
Vera Farmiga could do pretty much anything in this show and I would endorse it.
It’s okay, I don’t understand this crush either.
Oh, this is the season finale, by the by.
90s slasher movie trivia will save you every time.
Being in the cab of a truck is fucking dangerous in this show, hey?
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