Sand in my Toes, Wind in my Hair

Honestly chef’s kiss to the deranged writing at CSI for dragging me along for so long at such a slow burning pace that literally just having a wife (SQUEAL) call her husband (HOLD IT TOGETHER) by his first name (AAAHHH) makes me SCREAM

listen. LISTEN. I was thirteen - THIRTEEN - when I first fell down the GSR rabbit hole and found myself collecting TV Guides and poorly writing some fanfic. Fast forward to 2021, the entire world is a dumpster fire all things considered and yet here I am as a 27 year old adult grown ass woman and seemingly OUT OF NO WHERE I now find myself trying to cope with NEW  ~weekly~ GSR content and I’m sorry but like how do you expect me to do this. 

I’ve re-watched the final 3 minutes of CSI (Immortality) approximately 2127 times so I think I’m emotionally prepared for CSI: Vegas. And by emotionally prepared, I mean prepared to SOB the moment I see Grissom and Sara.