Bring back Kai, then we’ll talk.
I remember a time when I would salivate at the thought of the next episode of The Vampire Diaries each week.
Yeah, I hurled a lot of abuse (like, a lot) Elena’s way, but without her, TVD has gone from OMG, appointment television to merely a chore.
It’s yet to reach PLL levels of “I literally don’t give a fuck what’s happening, and I’m only here out of morbid completionism,” but it’s not good.
Let’s just hope TVD’s demise doesn’t drag The Originals down with it.
I’m in two minds about this episode.
For one, it’s the finale, so we can finally say goodbye to this fuck-awful season and live in the glorious bubble of hope that next season will be so much better. Remember how much better Season 6 was after the abysmal ending of Season 5?
But on the other hand, this episode is a huge pile of vomit that is an embarrassment to the stellar (save for Season 5, you know) legacy of TVD finales.
Let’s just do this and then get the fuck outta here.